You were counting the minutes before your shift was over. Stitching the cadaver that you just finished doing an autopsy for - your eyes were slowly closing, home was so close yet so far. The assistant who was helping you was also tired and trying their hardest to stay awake. A sudden bang jolted you both from your drowsy state. No…please, not now. You think to yourself as you see the EMTs stroll in with a stretcher and black body bag. “Sorry doc, you got one more, it’s urgent and you’re not gonna wanna eat after you see this…” The EMT says as they place the new body on another table. “That bad huh?” This piqued your interest, it wasn’t often for you to receive grotesque bodies. Usually, they were in good condition - either a natural death or a body with stab wounds or gunshot wounds. “Yeah, the cops want this processed asap. They might be dropping by shortly and periodically.” You groaned, you hated when cops demand for you to get things done asap but you can’t rush science. Half the time you had to shoo them away while examining bodies or else they would delay the process even more.

Upon the EMT’s leaving, the door to the mortuary room swung open again. This time two detectives walk in and make a beeline towards your table. “We need this done asap, Dr. (L/N). This was found in gang territory and we need to see if we can get any I.D. and cause of death.” After changing your gloves, you started to unzip the bag, the foul stench made you wrinkle your nose and the detectives were stepping back as their noses couldn’t handle it. The body was somewhat fresh, it looked like they expired within the last 48hrs - this shouldn’t take too long right? Wrong. As you looked at the corpse’s face, you noticed that it didn’t really have one, and they were missing fingertips. “Well, this is gonna take all night. You guys better go, I’ll call once I’m done-” “We can wait in the building.” You mentally scoff, these cops were extra pushy because the body was found on gang territory. “Any idea which gang?” You ask, trying to get a better idea of what signs to look for on the body. Though, judging by the corpse, it will be hard to find one - the victim was disfigured and his fingertips were missing. Something that many gangs use to avoid I.D.ing the victim. “We don’t know for sure yet. But we’ll be waiting upstairs for you.” Your assistant smiled meekly, almost as if saying ‘please send me home’. You’ve worked long enough together to know their tellsigns. “Store the other cadaver, then help me get the body out of the bag. You can go home and get some rest. I will take it from here.” The assistant couldn’t look any happier, they said their thanks and went home right after.

“Ok my friend, let’s find out what happened to you.” You say as you begin to take a closer look and turn on the recorder. Taking verbal notes and paper notes were easier for you to make sense of things, time stamping each note. It was tedious for others. The victim’s face was horribly disfigured - blunt force trauma, by what? You have yet to determine, but whatever it was, it was enough to smash the skull in. The fingertips were severed by something with teeth, like a hand saw. Speaking of teeth, his were pulled out to avoid having the victim I.D.’d via dental records. After several hours of examining the surface of the body, you were surprised that the detectives did not come in or call you even once to pester you. Must have been called in for something else, thank you lord Cthulu! You say to yourself.

It looked like the victim suffered these wounds post mortem. You will determine that after getting a better look. Kind of a relief to you, he would have suffered immensely if he were alive when they were trying to disfigure him. During the examination you realize that there is a section in the abdomen with discoloration - upon further inspection, you notice it’s a layer of fake skin made of latex. You began to take pictures of the abdomen area to document the findings. As the body was already pale and losing color - the section in the abdomen looked more peachy and as you peeled the fake skin back with a pair of forceps. The section underneath revealed a grotesque stitching. The incision site had a foul smell emanating from it. “Victim has a fake skin made of latex like material, it is covering a crude incision - the stitching is rather...amatuer?” You say in the recorder as you continue the autopsy. Taking a scalpel to cut the stitches open to take samples of the yellowish discharge, something reflected light from the inside of the victim’s abdomen. “What the hell…?” When you used the forceps to carefully fish whatever was in the body - it was several plastic bags layered over each other, you immediately knew what it was. Your eyes widened a bit, “Oh shit…” The victim was hiding drugs in his body.

The sound of the doors swinging open made you turn around in shock, you thought you were alone on the lower lever as it’s 3 am and all the assistants wouldn’t be in until 7am. Good timing I guess… You say thinking to yourself as you were getting ready to call the detectives down into the mortuary room. The male figure in the doorway was engulfed in the shadows due to the dim light on the other side of the room. You could only make out that the man was wearing dress pants, dress shoes and a sports jacket, you thought he was with the police department. “Detective, I think we found a motive…” His silence made you snort, “Look, whatever - the guy has drugs stashed in his body, I’ll let your office put the two and two together…if I’m right, you owe me lunch.” The man began walking closer to you, “Oh? So it looks like I don’t need to gut him myself…” His voice made a chill run down your spine. He wasn’t a cop, how the hell did he get past security? You take the scalpel from the table and hold on to it under your sleeve in case the guy wants to try something. “Who are you? This floor is off limits to the general public.” Your question makes the figure come closer, the light illuminating him slowly - you notice the color of his hair, the scars on lips and the piercing eyes that made your blood run cold. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What you have in your hand does…now hand it over.” You couldn’t speak or move, you were overwhelmed by his presence - the only exit was right behind him and if you tried to run, no doubt he would cut you off easily. Not to mention that you were three floors down, no one would hear you if you screamed and the fire alarm was on the far left hand side of the room, you wouldn’t reach it in time.

“What’s wrong doc? Cat got your tongue?” His tone was low and menacing. “Leave, the cops will be here shortly-” He cut you off by laughing and grinning, he looked like a wild animal baring their teeth. “No one’s coming for you dollface..” The mortuary doors swung open again and relief washed over you, hopefully the cops that just walked in can take care of this asshole. Your eyes darted to the door and two male figures in the dim light slowly approached the man with the scarred lips. “Put your hands where we can see them!” A male voice shouts from the doorway, the man with the scarred lips smirks and begins to put his hands up while staring into your soul. “Thank god, I don’t know how he got past security. Please escort him out and charge him for trespassing.” You say while moving away from him and towards the doorway. A loud bang echoed in the room and your body froze, your left arm began to burn and throb as you looked down and saw a red stain growing more and more on the sleeve of your lab coat. Dropping the scalpel, you begin to pant as the realization hits you, you were shot at and the bullet looks to have grazed your arm. The two men walked towards you, smirking and pointing their guns at you. They both had lilac eyes, purple tresses and identical neck tattoos - and smug smiles. Where the fuck were the cops or security guards? It was fairly quiet throughout the night during the examination and you needed to have a keyfob to access the bottom floor where you’re at - so how the hell did they manage to sneak in?

"She's not screaming." The man with the short purple hair said with an unfazed look on his face. You began to put pressure over the wound and back away slowly. "Don't take another step or else they won't miss on purpose again." The man with the scared lips said as he put his hands down and chuckled. "Sanzu, I'm surprised you're not snorting the goods by now." The man with the longer purple tresses said as he walked over to take a peek at the corpse on the table. The man that you could only assume is Sanzu scoffed and had a faux frown on his face. "Me? Get high on our supply? Rindou, you disappoint me." The three men in the room erupted with laughter. It was like this was a game to them and completely disregarded your presence. "Ran, get the good doctor some gauze - she's bleeding a little too much." Saznu said as the man with the short purple tresses walked towards you, a grin slowly spreading across his lips. Afraid that they'd shoot you again, you stayed perfectly still, sweat beginning to drop from your temple as Ran got closer. It was becoming harder to think or find a way out of the room with three people blocking your way. "Take your coat off doc, I'll be nice and bandage your wound - how 'bout it?" His tall figure dwarfed your own, his eyes trailing down to your lips. The way your bottom lip quivered made him bite his lip. If it's one thing that they love is having people at their mercy, especially women - whether it was during sex or a murder, the way their eyes pleaded was like heroin to them.

You swallowed hard, contemplating your next move - obey or try to shove him? “Today, doctor….(L/N)” He looked down at the embroidered name on your lab coat. Carefully, you began to take off your lab coat, wincing as the burning and throbbing continued on your arm, a small groan escaping your throat. Ran’s eyes began to devour your form, the pencil skirt accentuated your curves, and the fitted blouse has him almost salivating - the oversized and loose lab coat hides everything so well. “She sounds so cute, I wonder what she sounds like when she’s on her back…” Sanzu says as he comes closer and reaches for the small package in your hands. Your grip on it tightens, making him scoff and corner you against the counter. “If you don’t want to end up on the table, be a good girl and hand it over.” His body was pressed against yours, a prominent bulge pressed against your lower tummy, your body began to overheat from the anguish. When you didn’t comply, Saznu spread your legs apart with his knee, adding pressure to your core and you gasp - “You getting off on this doc?” His face was now centimeters from yours, you could practically feel his breath fan your lips, it made your heart beat faster. You couldn’t deny that they were handsome but they were criminals and a threat to your life. So why the hell was your body tingling all over?

The sound of the office phone ringing made everyone turn around, it continued ringing and ringing, annoying both Ran and Rindou. “Let her pick up the phone, what if someone comes down to look for her?” Rindou says while standing by the phone. “Go on doc, pick up the phone but if you try to ask for help or signal for help, I’ll slit that pretty little throat of yours.” Sanzu says as he backs away from you, the heat that his knee brought to your core was still lingering on you - would you be able to even talk properly while under so much pressure and pain? After you remove your gloves and set the bloody package on the table, you begin walking over to the phone, Rindou stares at you with half lidded eyes and a smirk on his face, he’s just waiting for you to make a wrong move. Picking up the receiver and holding it against your shoulder, you try your best to sound normal. “This is doctor (L/N).” You say dryly while leaning against the wall for support. “Hey (Y/N), I know it’s late but have you found anything on our victim yet? Also, has detective X stopped by yet? He was supposed to check in an hour ago with us at the station.” The other person on the line asks with a hint of concern in their voice. It felt like there was a knot in your stomach, all three men were looking at you and waiting for your response - fingers lightly resting on the trigger of their guns. “Um, not yet - just waiting for some toxicology results, no I.D. on the victim yet. By the way, you mentioned detective X, they were here earlier when the EMT’s dropped off the body-” Tense words were cut off by Sanzu walking over and pinning you against the wall, his gun drawn and trailing up your skirt. The cold metal made you gasp and almost drop the receiver. . “What was that? Are you ok?” The person on the line asked, both Rindou and Ran also approached you - caging your body against the wall. “Hello? (Y/N)?” In the softest whisper, Ran leaned into your ear, “Answer them…” Sanzu’s eyes never left yours and kept hiking up your skirt with his gun. Rindou was inching his fingers closer to your wound, almost threatening to touch it and put you in a world of pain. “Yes, yes - sorry. It’s just creepy down here sometimes, you know the bodies still have gasses left in them and sometimes it sounds like they moan when they leak out. Kind of makes it feel like I’m not alone down here.”

Big mistake, they took that as a pathetic cry for help. Both Ran and Rindou’s eyes narrowed, searing you with their gaze. The hem of your skirt was up to your thighs, Sanzu’s gun was now completely under and between your legs, and against your clothed clit. Your eyes widened and began to water, your eyes begging for mercy as you didn’t know what you did wrong. “Ha! I don’t know how you do it girly - I would shit myself if I were to hear something like that. Ugh. Anyways, give me a call once detective X shows up, I need to tear him a new one when I see him.” The person on the other line laughed and joked while ending the call. “Nice try doc, tryin’ to ask for help-” Sanzu says when you retort back at him, “I didn’t say anything!” His hand is quick to grip your cheeks, squishing them with force and making you yelp, making the tears fall down your cheek. “Aww, you made her cry - I love it when women cry, don’t you Rindou? Their sweet little sniffles and salty tears…” Ran says while swiping his tongue over your cheek. A muffled whimper made Sanzu smile and lightly rub his gun against your clit. “Just take the fucking bag and leave me be - please…” You say while screwing your eyes shut at the sickening pleasure that was being forced on you as he put further pressure on your clit. A small moan escaping your throat that didn’t go unnoticed by the trio. It was too much, you didn’t know whether they were going to let you live, kidnap you, torture you or kill you on the spot, keeping you on edge every second.

“I think we’re past that dollface…” The coy smirk that Rindou made, had knots forming in your stomach. “Please…if you’re going to kill me, just do it already.” You say in a low tone, almost as if you’re giving into the obscure fate. A snicker makes you look up, soft sapphire hues giving you a glimmer of hope, were they going to let you live? “Tell ya what doc, I’m feeling generous and you look like you can use a break…how about you bend over the desk and if you stay quiet until we’ve had our fill - we’ll let you live. How does that sound? Easy enough, right?” Your brain short circuited for a second, were they serious about this? Just giving them some pussy in exchange for your life? “Tick tock doc, or do you prefer for us to use that pretty little mouth of yours?” Rindou asked as he unzipped his pants. “Hey hey hey, I saw her first! I get first dibs.” Sanzu says as he releases your cheeks and squares up to Rindou. They begin exchanging insults and are too preoccupied with their ‘my dick is bigger than yours’ talk to notice that Ran had you bent over the desk already. His own hand stroking his member as his fingers slid your panties to the side to relish at the sight of your wet folds. “Fuck, dollface - you’re soaking wet.” His words bring further heat to your core and snatch the attention of Rindou and Sanzu. “You asshole! I said dibs!” Sanzu was just about to intervene when Ran shoved his cock through your core without warning, making you gasp and clench around his length. It’s been so long since you’ve slept with anyone, work has consumed your life and usually men who do approach you, end up running away from you when you tell them your occupation. “So tight…” He groaned as he reeled his hips back and slammed into you. You were holding in your moans, biting your lip and screwing your eyes shut. As much as you hated them, you couldn’t deny that it felt so good, your walls were greedily swallowing his cock and milking him for all he’s worth.

“She looks like she’s enjoying it.” Rindou says as he strokes his member. Sanzu huffed and took a seat on the far side of the desk. “Hurry up, Kokonoi’s gonna call soon - that fucker always tends to call just when I’m about to get laid.” Ran could only smirk and continue his assault on your soaking cunt. His pace was quick and sloppy, chasing his own high and not giving a damn that he’s bruising your hips from the constant banging into the desk. Your legs begin to spread open slowly, hips pushing slowly back so that you get a little distance from the table so your hips can get a little relief. “Fuck, you really are enjoying this…push back a little more dollface.” Ran moans as he nears his climax, purple strands begin to stick to his forehead and his breathing is erratic. You did as you were told and felt him hit a certain spot that made you moan. The sound of a gun being cocked made your body freeze, Sanzu waved the gun in your face - the twisted smile growing larger by the second. “Remember doc, you need to keep quiet…or else…BANG!” His yell made you flinch and clench harder around Ran’s cock, throwing him over the edge and making him cum, thick ropes of white coated your walls. After slowing his pace he pulled out, watching how his seed drips down your plush thighs. “Next…” Sanzu says as he looks over at Rindou, signaling that it’s his turn.

You tried catching your breath as your figure slumped over the desk, tears began to blur your vision as you looked over your shoulder to Rindou positioning himself. “Don’t worry dollface, I’ll be gentle.” He winks at you, a sweet smile masking his next move. A harsh slap on your ass cheek made you yelp, you immediately looked over to Sanzu who is now pointing his gun at you, smirking. “Strike two….” Rindou slid himself in slowly, making sure to get the complete feel of your walls fluttering around his length. “You weren’t kidding, she’s fucking tight!” Rindou says as he drags his length in and out of your core. It was gentle but the grip he had on your hips was painful - he was purposely making you hurt somewhere else. His nails were leaving crescent marks and you swore he was making you bleed. The pain from the graze faded as your body began to go numb. No panting, no small whimpers or moans could be heard, just the sound of your walls squelching around his length echoed in the large cold room. The light was fading from your eyes as you stared at the barrel of Sanzu’s gun. “Sanzu, you’re making her tense - stop pointing that thing at her and let her enjoy herself.” He says as he pulls your hair back, making your back arch and giving him deeper access to your honeypot. “That’s it …does that feel good?” You were about to answer but remembered that Saznu was still pointing his gun at you. You opted to nod instead and arched your back more and matched his pace so that Rindou could quickly finish. “F-Fuck, gonna fill you up dollface.” He moaned into your ear as you felt his cock throb and more heat dripping from your core as he came. God he was so close to making you reach your own climax. He pulled out and dragged his finger along your slit, teasing you with his cum and rubbed small circles on your clit.

“My turn…” Sanzu says as he comes closer, gun still in hand and pointed in your direction. “Alright doc, lay back on the desk and hold your legs open for me…think of this as one of those - what are they called again? Oh right, pelvic exams.” The smug look on his face made your legs quiver as you hooked your arms under your knees to keep your legs open. Pink dusting your face as this was a compromising position to be in, if you get caught like this by another staff member walking in - it’s over. “Good girl…” He begins to zip his pants and lets his cock spring free, his tip was already leaking and you see the way it throbs as he grips his shaft and strokes himself. He was making you impatient, the loathsome need to cum was making you pout without realizing it. “Look at that pout, she wants you…bad.” Ran says as he rinses the blood off the package you left on the table. You look up at Sanzu, beseeching him with your eyes as he closes the distance and slides his tip along your folds. His breath hitched as the tip pushed past your entrance and the warmth enveloped him. His cock felt much different than the other two, it was thicker, longer and that slight curve had your eyes rolling back into your skull. “They stretched you out and you’re still this fucking tight?” The further he pushed his length in, the more you struggled to hold back your moans, your breathing was becoming erratic and it felt like you were about to cum. He was splitting you open slowly and painfully. Once he bottomed out, he placed his hand on your lower abdomen and chuckled when he felt something. “Look dollface, look down at your tummy…you see that?” Your eyes trailed down your figure and widened when you could see your tummy bulge from his cock being all the way in. He pressed his palm against your lower abdomen and felt as your cunt began to suck him in - the way his palm put even more pressure on you was making you see stars.

Sanzu’s pace quickened and he used his free hand to unhook your legs and squish them closed, almost pressing your knees to your chest, making the sensation that much better and almost making you scream. You could only try and grab on to anything, hands flying up to the wall for support, your orgasm was clawing its way out. Tears lined your lashes as your walls spasmed around his cock and your juices soaked the desk and his length. You couldn’t hold back anymore, you were a moaning mess entering a state of delirium. Sanzu’s own high made him release your legs and as they spread open, he doubled over and pressed his forehead against yours - more thick ropes of white decorated your walls. Once your high came down and your breathing steadied, you looked up to see Sanzu’s glossy half lidded eyes staring back at you. “Strike three dollface…” He backed away slowly and everything went black.

***Several hours later***

The mortuary doors swing open and in walks detective x with his partner and your assistant. They were greeted by darkness and silence, aside from the corpse from earlier, there was no one here. “Ah geez, where the fuck did doctor (L/N) go?” The other detective reached for the light switch and turned it on. Your assistant was looking around, trying to see if you left any notes or anything signaling where you were. “She may have gone home for the day, but why is this still out here?” She says as she looks at the corpse and over to the freezers, bodies must be stored after autopsies or else they can rot quicker and potentially affect evidence. She pans over to the mortuary table that had a new body bag on it, “Oh god, not another one. No wonder she left, she must have been so tired - poor doctor (L/N).” As she began to walk over, she noticed that the bag looked oddly familiar, it had the same stains on it as the body bag used to bring in the victim from earlier. “Umm, detective - I’m getting a little creeped out, this wasn’t here when I left.” As the detective approached the table, the assistant slowly pulled the zipper down and opened the bag. A loud piercing scream echoed in the room, the assistant backs away from the table and is screaming her lungs out. “Holy shit…” The detective says as he sees inside the bag. Your body was neatly tucked in, there was a bullet hole on your temple and your eyes were open. The detective found a note sticking out from inside the waistband of your skirt, it read:

All she had to do was stay quiet

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“anyway, ran haitani came up to our table and offered me a drink! and he was all over me! you have no idea how hot it was, his huge hand squeezing my thighs! the jealous looks of everyone!”

you and your friend exchanged knowing looks at the mention of a familiar name from a loud conversation happening at the adjacent table.

it’s not quite the relaxed evening you expected at this chill bar you entered to refresh with your classmate from university on a friday night, but you shrug it off and let them talk about hot men all they want.

it is only at the mention of haitani’s name that you start really listening. you realize they are talking about hot men specifically from kantou manji gang.

your boyfriend’s gang.

“was sanzu haruchiyo there?” you hear a woman ask, and you sit straight up to listen intently. “he’s the hottest of them all. i would take him over everyone else in his gang on any goddamn day!”

while you agree, there is a churning feeling in your stomach that grows larger at every agreement that follows that statement. it forms a green monster of jealousy and insecurity knowing how known your boyfriend really is, and how many wants him.

“i know, right? have you seen him in that white freakin’ uniform? he’s exactly the type of guy that my dad would be horrified of if i ever dated him, but that’s the charm in him!”

“but isn’t he in a relationship? that’s why among all of them, he doesn’t approach women at all?”

“who cares? you think a man like him would ever want to settle with just one woman? dream on. he’s gonna want all the women in the world!”

“that makes sense. a crazy man like him on the loose isn’t gonna want a leash on his neck. what he needs is an equally wild woman for an adventure!”

you bite your lip and sink deeper in the cushioned couch you’re sitting on, while your friend shoots you an apologetic and comforting smile.

they have no idea that you share a bed with sanzu haruchiyo. they do not know that he comes home to you every night, asking you to clean his wounds for him. they aren’t aware of all the times you cuddle the man in question to sleep, and play with his hair.

they do not know that sanzu will die for you because he is deeply in love with you, and only you.

and in this moment, you forget that too.

as much as you trust your haruchiyo, it kills you to think that they’re probably right.

your boyfriend is all too full of life and vigor, much too exciting to be settling with your boring life. he doesn’t deserve to make himself small and contain himself in your routines. he deserves to live.

you wish you are strong enough to let him go, but still, you do not want to. you love him, and it would kill you to have to set him free.

if you can’t set him free to live the life he was born to live, the least you could do is… be wild enough.

for the rest of the night, you drown yourself in alcohol until you reach past the state of being in the right mind. you are far from sober, and your friend has no idea what to do with you.

so she grabs your phone and gives your boyfriend a quick call. her hands are trembling at the fact that she is talking to a man as dangerous as he is, but you are absolutely out of control and sanzu is the only one who knows how to deal with you.

“y/n, please! you can’t go there!” your friend pleads with you as she pulls you away from the rowdy part of the bar where the dance floor is.

it is full of creeps and people who want to get laid, and you are definitely not available for all that. but that’s part of getting wild, right?

fuck midterms! fuck your due essays! fuck university! tonight, you will be wild enough to keep up with your boyfriend, and then maybe he’ll wanna stay with you!

“it’s going to be fine!” you slur your words drunkenly, matching with the wiggling of your feet as you squeeze yourself in the ocean of people and dance with whoever stands next to you.

your friend loses sight of you, and you gain more freedom to just dance to the rhythm of the booming music. you do not care whose body you’re touching or whose drink you just accepted. you just let loose.

you have never done this before, and as much as you respect anyone who parties like this since it’s their life and they can do anything with it, it doesn’t feel like yourself. but then again, you are on a mission.

“fucking hell!”

suddenly, a strong grip wraps around your wrist and you are being forcefully dragged away from the dance floor. you giggle in your drunken state when you see your boyfriend’s back, who is currently seething with rage as he pulls you outside of the bar.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he shouts as soon as he gets you alone. “you’re gettin’ fucking drunk now, huh? dancing with other men?! you know how i could’ve snapped their necks!?”

you giggle adorably and you place your palms on his chest flirtatiously. you can’t help it when he’s in his white kantou manji uniform, and with his beautiful hair tied up in a ponytail like this.

“l-like it, hmm? wild e-enough… for you, baby?”

he doesn’t understand what the hell you’re saying but he does know that you are too drunk to keep yourself upright. he erupts in another string of continuous curses and he scoops you in his arms, to settle you inside his car, and take you home.

“h-haru… y’like me like this? wild? hmm?” you continue asking him over and over again until you get home. he still doesn’t understand, and his eyebrows almost meeting is enough clue of that.

he almost throws you on the huge couch as soon as you arrive, but he cares for you too much to ignore you so he wets a cloth to clean you with it.

sanzu haruchiyo is angry. this is the angriest you have ever seen him, but he continues wiping your body with the cloth, and it kind of sobers you up.

“i have no idea what you’re fucking thinking. first, you fail to tell me that you’ll be drinking in a bar with a friend and i would like to know that so i wouldn’t be taken by surprise like this! and then you get absolutely wasted? and dance with men! for what?!”

he is seething, and you want to start by saying sorry. but instead, you run to the bathroom to vomit out all the alcohol you downed earlier. despite his anger, he follows you to the toilet and he runs his hand up and down your back to caress it.

“there, there, it’s going to feel better now,” he comforts you, but you know his disappointment for tonight is still there.

sanzu flushes the toilet and pulls you up, guides you to the sink, and helps you wash your mouth while holding your hair for you.

you burst into tears at how gentle he handles you despite the fury going on in his system. you feel like shit, and you are both sorry and insecure.

finally, you face your angry boyfriend. he closes the distance between you until your back meets the sink and he cages you between his arms.

“explain.”

he is melting at the sight of your tears but he is dying to hear your explanations. he wants to know that you love him still, and that you don’t want other men. he needs to know that you’re not doing this because you want to break up with him. he needs you to let him know that you love him… because he loves you.

“i-i’m sorry, haru,” you manage to say in between your sobs. “i didn’t know what to do. i was scared.”

“scared? scared of what?” he asks, because how could you be scared of anything when you have a boyfriend who is head over heels for you who can just annihilate all the things that you hate?

“of losing you!”

“how could you ever lose me, huh, baby doll?” his tone softens, because at long last, he finally knows that you are afraid to lose him just like he is afraid of losing you. “that still doesn’t explain why you’d get yourself drunk like that. doesn’t make sense to me.”

“because… you keep so many secrets from me. m-makes me think i’m not worthy enough to know what you’re doing because… i’m not wild or crazy enough!”

is that what this is? sanzu hates invalidating your feelings, but shit. that explanation is fucking nuts.

“baby, i don’t keep secrets. i tell you about my day. but there are things i’d rather not let you know because… it’ll keep you safer that way.”

“so, it’s not because… i’m boring?”

he cups your face with his hands, “you entertain me just fine, baby. what the fuck is this about not being wild enough, huh? who told you you need to change anything for me? i don’t fucking care for all that.”

“it’s just that, i heard women talk about you. a while ago. they said people like you won’t want to settle down or something… ‘cuz it’ll bore you…”

“you can tie me down right now and get me fuckin’ married and i won’t complain for shit, baby. all i want is to be with you. they clearly do not know me.”

you stop sobbing but hiccups linger, making sanzu grin at how adorable you look like this. he wipes your tears away with his thumbs and he sighs loudly.

“and here i was getting worried you just wanted to dance with other men ‘cause you finally realized i wasn’t good enough for ‘ya.”

your eyes widen in surprise. “no way! that will never happen! i love you so much! how could you think that?!”

“but that’s exactly what you’re doing to me…”

his voice calms you down and you realize that he is right. “i know… i’m sorry, haru. i know you love me.”

he nods and kisses the tip of your nose. “only you. you don’t have to change anything for me. don’t have to be crazy. i can be crazy for the both of us, baby.”

He reached a hand out and touched your lower leg, rubbing it softly as goosebumps began to form on your skin. You shivered when his eyes met yours, glaring at you.

“Sanzu?” You spoke out waiting for him to answer your first question but he’s been silent the entire time.

“Why?” He asked suddenly causing you to look around confused. “Why what?” You asked softly, still intimidated by his presence.

“Why did you do it?” His voice sounded broken and your breath hitched. “I just needed a break Sanzu—,”

“Haru.” He said sharply. “Call me Haru.” He shifted closer to you so you were face to face. His hand still rubbing your thigh. “Call me Haru.” He repeated again before dipping his face into your neck, inhaling your natural scent.

You were creeped out and gently pushed him away but he held your thigh tighter. His thumb digging into your skin as he peppered your neck with kisses. “Sanzu, we have broken up. I don’t want to do this—,”

Click.

Your eyes widened at the familiar sound. Before you even had the chance to look down to see if your worst fears came true, he tilted your head back up to his. Removing his face from your neck, he attached his lips to your own unmoving ones.

You refused to cooperate— until you felt something cold and metal slide under your shirt, stopping right under your ribs. Your eyes widened and you were about to scream until Sanzu claimed his lips on yours once more, shoving his tongue down your throat to suppress your screams.

“You’re not leaving me.” He sighed into your mouth and started to caress the gun all over your stomach in smooth circles. “Is,” your voice cracked, “is it loaded?”

A wolffish grin formed on his face and he pulled away, “Wanna test it out?”

You shook your head but he ignored you, already manoeuvring himself on top of you and sliding the gun underneath your shorts. Your mouth flew open and he mimicked your actions before laughing, dipping his head between your shoulders. “Fuck you smell so good.”

“Sanzu please— I,” you whimpered, feeling the coldness of the gun rub against your clit. He hummed by your ear, licking the shell before moving down to your neck. “Why did you leave me?” His voice sounded broken and you tilted your head to get a better look at his face.

He was glaring down at you, no shine in his eyes. He looked broken. “You’re scaring me Sanzu.”

“For the tenth time, call me Haru.” He said sharply, his tone cutting like ice and you shook your head. “No.” He pressed the gun against your entrance, pushing in slowly, “fuck FUCK Haru I’m sorry, please just—,”

“Shut up.” He cut you off, breaking eye contact to look down to where the gun was connected with your pussy. “You still wanna see if it’s loaded?” He smirked to himself, pushing it deeper inside you causing you to scream from the sheer coldness of the gun.

“No... please don’t do it.” You whimpered, tears dropping down your face rapidly, “I’ll get back together with you, please just stop.”

Sanzu heard the fear in your voice, looking back up at your face. The sight of you in tears because of him turned him on. “Shit-.” He cussed to himself before pulling the gun out and laying next to you, cuddling you in his arms. “I told you, we will be together forever.”

Sanzu

Sanzu was exhausted from another night of Bonten duties. It had been a long few hours, finding and taking out the scraps of the criminal organisation, and procuring more drugs to keep him sane.

In fact, he was currently off his head on some random pills he had swallowed a little while ago. The trip was quite boring which disappointed the pink haired man. He was hoping for something mind-blowing. But instead he was just dazed.

Sanzu stumbled into his apartment, kicking his shoes off into a random direction before making a beeline to his bedroom. All he wanted now was to sleep off this high so he could restart with other pills. He didn't bother getting undressed, simply unbuttoning the blood splattered shirt.

As he flopped his lanky frame onto his double bed, it felt strange, different to how it usually felt. The mattress even seemed to squirm and groan. Sanzu moved so he could examine what had made his bed this uncomfortable.

To the man's surprise, he found his partner curled up asleep under the covers. Why were you there in the first place? Noticing how you seemed less dressed than usual (your bare shoulder was showing), Sanzu had come to his own conclusion. Or maybe it was the high speaking.

He simply straddled your figure over the covers, putting his weight on your hips. This action had woken you up of course. You were pretty confused when you noticed your boyfriend straddling your hips with a cocky smirk pulling at his scarred lips.

"Well, well Y/N. Did you come all the way here to seduce me?" Sanzu even wriggled his eyebrows as he let his eyes wander across your covered frame, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip.

"What you even going on about, 'Zu?" And that is when it clicked in your sleepy brain. He was so high that he forgot something very important. It both made you facepalm and want to play along with his idea. However, it was the early hours of the morning and you had work the next day.

"Isn't that why you're here?" He looked like a lost puppy as he asked that, although he remained straddling your body. Maybe if he stayed like that long enough you would indulge him with what he wanted. After all, you never could say no to your darling Sanzu.

Rolling your eyes, you propped yourself up onto your elbows to properly see your high af boyfriend. "Sanzu, babe. We live together. That's why I'm here."

However, you wanted to keep your boyfriend happy so you caved to his desires. The rest of the night was spent with your boyfriend until you both cuddled up together, falling asleep again.

Smiley

It had been another long brawl for Toman and the twins were exhausted. Neither of them were paying attention to their surroundings as they entered their home. Thankfully nothing broke and so they avoided their mother's wrath for now.

Angry had gone into the bathroom to collect the first aid kit while his older twin brother had entered their bedroom to relax on his bed. Now, it may have been that he was still a bit dazed from the fight or that he refused to open his eyes a smidge, but he simply collapsed onto his mattress. Or so he thought.

Nahoya may have still been in his gang uniform but he was positive that his mattress had never felt like this. It was bumpy and what he could only say was fleshy to the touch. Whatever he was sat on didn't feel like his bed at all.

Confused and a little spooked, Smiley slowly lifted himself into a standing position to look at whatever was occupying his bed. The first thing he noticed was a mop of h/c hair splayed out over his covers, and then he could see your peaceful sleeping features. It then clicked that you had got into his house and fallen asleep on his bed.

You were quick to stir awake, your eyelids fluttering open. With a yawn and a stretch, you propped yourself until you were sitting on the mattress. Smiley simply grinned at you, his mind still questioning why you were in his house let alone on his bed. But that would be answered very quickly.

"I'm guessing you forgot about our date then, 'Hoya?" Your lips had curled up into a knowing smirk. It hadn't been the first time and you were sure it wouldn't be the last.

"Err... Yeah. Sorry babe!" Smiley sheepishly rubbed at his nape as he apologised. If you didn't mention it, he wasn't going to bring up how he had basically squished you by sitting on your sleeping form.

Ran

Ran had forgotten something, he was sure of it. What it was though couldn't have been that important if he had misplaced it in his mind. Or maybe it was simply because he had a lot of other things cluttering his thoughts.

Rindo had been pestering his older brother all day about some gang that was trying to take Roppongi away from them. And so they had gone to investigate and show that no-one should mess with what the brothers owned.

They were both tired and stressed out over the idea that people were starting to look down on the pair. And so they had both visited the convenience store on their way home to collect snacks so they could relax for the rest of the night.

The whole affair of taking down the gang and getting home had taken the Haitanis upwards of 3 hours. The thing that Ran had seemed to forgotten had still not made itself known. And so he simply decided that it was definitely not important and put his thoughts to what movie he would watch in his room.

Not paying attention, he dropped onto his bed. What he hadn't expected was his 'bed' to let out a yelp and for it to start trying to get him off. Ran jumped off whatever was grumbling at him only to find you glaring at him with sleepy eyes.

Oh. So it was you who he had forgotten. You were both meant to have a movie date yet business had gotten in the way of it. Oops.

"I can't believe you just sat on me, Ran! What am I? Your personal beanbag?" You began to rant, a hand rubbing where your boyfriend had fallen on you. The Haitani simply rolled his eyes before a smirk developed.

“okay so… this is called a high kick.” mikey says as he demonstrates it, flashing a grin to the camera. the next few minutes were spent with him showing the camera all the kicks and moves he knows from the dojo.

“and finally… this is my special nuclear kick, as kazutora would like to call it– wait! let’s get a better view.” he says before he lowers the camera. “there.”

“in three… two… one…—oh oops!”

your boyfriend accidentally kicked the camera off the table.

the impact caused the tempered glass to shatter and the noise caused you to run back inside.

“what happened?!” you asked as you assessed the situation, mikey only gave you a sheepish yet guilty smile. “they couldn’t handle me…”

commenter: it started well until he knocked me tf out ⅖ will not babysit again, the kicks were cool tho.

commenter: bro struggled with placing us on a higher place but he’s a cutie patootie so i’ll give him that.

chifuyu:

“i’m gonna take a walk, watch my boyfriend for me.” you say to the camera before placing it in front of chifuyu who was combing peke j’s fur.

“baby? where are you—” “i’ll see you in a bit, baby! be nice.” you cut him off, closing the door shut.

“uh…” chifuyu didn’t know what to do. is this a new tiktok trend? are you messing with him? is the camera even— yep, it was recording.

“hi so uh.” chifuyu coughs. “my name is chifuyu, i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.” he awkwardly introduces himself, green eyes fluttering back to the front door, silently hoping for you to walk back in.

after a few seconds and no sign of you, he refocuses back to the camera and raises peke j in view. “this is my cat.”

“his name is peke j.” he grabs one of peke j’s paws and waved it to the camera, making a small meowing sound as he does so. “he’s saying hi too!” chifuyu grins before he laughs at his cringe.

“what the hell am i even doing.” he says before petting peke j’s head and running over his scar. an idea suddenly coming to his head.

“so… my mom didn’t want peke j at first. i had to hide him in my hoodie when i was 12 just so i could keep him…”

you came back to chifuyu talking animatedly to the camera, a big smile on his face as he pets his cat.

“oh, baby! you’re here.” chifuyu notices you immediately before he pats the space beside him. “i was just telling them how peke j was the reason how you and i met!”

the two of you talked to the camera until your phone notified that there was no more storage. you should really clean up your gallery, stop procrastinating.

commenter: HE’S SO ORANGE CAT CODED

commenter: his lil cat adoption story was so sweet pls make a part 2!!

rindou:

your boyfriend was in his homemade gym room doing his sets when you placed the phone on the tripod that you set up in the room. rindou sets down his dumbbells as he looks at you with a raised brow.

you say nothing to him before you start recording, “make sure my boyfriend doesn’t hurt himself, thanks!” you say to the camera before you bolted out the room before rindou could say a word in.

rindou sighs as he gets up from his bench press, all sweaty and gross as he approaches the camera. he rolls his eyes once he realizes that the camera was recording. nevertheless, he returns back to his sets, grunting heavily every time he finishes parts of his routine.

you came back to see your boyfriend doing push-ups, a circular weight on his back and his biceps flexing everytime he pushes down.

“really?” you asked and rindou pauses mid push-up to look at you with a confused gaze.

“you’re being all slutty and sweaty for my camera?” you cross your arms, a deadpan expression on your face, rindou kneels from his position and gives you a look of disbelief.

“you’re the one who started recording! i’m just doing my normal routine.” you scoff.

“then why’d you have to look like a whore doing it!”

“excuse me?”

commenter: bro groans like a good boy

commenter: excuse me sir that groan? what happened to hi and hello?

(rindou had to make a follow up video explaining that he was taken AND he does NOT take it like a good boy.)

baji:

“i’m going to get the food outside, can you watch him for me?” you say, shoving the phone to baji’s face before running away. the action causes baji to jolt up from the couch and gripping the phone to stop it from falling in his grasp.

“oi, what the—” “oh, and no swearing, keisuke! we don’t want to get flagged.” you say before running out the door.

“huh?” it was only then baji realized that the phone was on a livestream and there are dozens of comments squealing over him.

“i’m so fu–darn hungry, (y/n)’s taking so long” he groans

“what am i supposed to do with this?” baji asks the chat and one comment in particular caught his eye.

“that’s a great idea, kazutora” he smiles ominously.

the next thing you knew was chifuyu calling baji’s phone. you picked it up and before you could even get a word in, you can hear chifuyu’s panicked voice.

“(y/n)! baji’s about to commit arson in your backyard!”

“he’s about to what?!”

commenter: 2/10 will not babysit again, he looks like he bites

commenter: 1/10. he scares me

kazutora:

“hey, babysit my boyfriend for me? thanks!” that was said with no context as kazutora finds himself facing the front camera of your phone. he stiffens up, not used to looking at himself much.

he awkwardly reaches for his bowl of cereal, eyes hyper focused on the camera as he scoops the spoon into the bowl.

“uh… hi.” he waves awkwardly, trying to watch the series that was on tv but he still couldn’t feel comfortable with the camera pointed at him so he turns the tv off.

“so uh… i’m eating a bowl of cocoa puffs.” kazutora says, showing the camera his meal, “they’re really good. it tastes like cocoa… i mean obviously– anyway!”

kazutora coughs. a blush forming on his cheeks on how awkward the entire situation is.

“so uhm. cats are cool.” he starts. “did you know that the calico cats were brought in japanese voyages because sailors thought they brought good luck?”

“it’s uhm. a pretty cool fact if i do say so myself.” silence.

“uh a cat was also mayor in an alaskan town for 20 years so there’s that.”

“oh! also, did you know that isaac newton invented the cat door?”

commenter: 5/5 he’s a lil awkward but his cat facts are so cute

commenter: 4/5 did not know about these cat facts and ill change my rating to 5/5 if we get more cat facts

sanzu:

“watch haru for me, thanks. he’s your problem now.” you say as you plop the phone in front of sanzu’s desktop.

“babe, what the hell?”

“careful, chat, he bites.” with that, you turned on your heel and left.

sanzu looks at the livestream and realizes that everyone was either thirsting for him or asking when your next shared content will come out.

“i’m in the middle of editing the video when that headache forced you to babysit me” sanzu said, shaking his head. “i do have one with senju coming out tomorrow, we tried 1 star hair products.”

he reads a comment and shakes his head. “of course not on my hair. (y/n) loves running her fingers on it and i’d be damned if i ruined it." he says before reading more comments

“what are your hair recommendations for someone with dry hair? well first, go condition that shit…”

“your curly hair is getting frizzy? souya said to not comb it while dry but i don’t know, if you fuck it up, blame the twins. my hair is pin straight so i wouldn’t know”

“skin care? i don’t know. whatever (y/n) puts on my face— don’t you dare take me out of context.”

commenter: was expecting to babysit this babygirl but got great skincare and haircare advice

commenter: apparently i was using the wrong toner, thanks for the help 5/5 will babysit again.

ran (bonus):

did not need any babysitting, was just asleep.

commenter: bro’s snoring

commenter: hes meditating guys

commenter: he’s died

⊹ he gets ridiculously soft when you’re affectionate first. normally sanzu is the clingy one. he’ll throw an arm around your shoulders, pull you into his lap, grab your hand whenever he feels like it. but the rare moments when you initiate affection - he completely malfunctions.

if you quietly take his hand first, he’ll stare at you for a second because he genuinely wasn’t expecting it. if you lean against him while you’re sleepy, he immediately goes quiet. he’ll act normal on the outside but he’s replaying that moment for the next three business days.

⊹ if you’re talking to someone else for too long, he’ll eventually wander over. if you’re sitting across the room, he’ll somehow end up beside you within ten minutes. if everyone’s gathered together, his arm ends up resting against yours before he even realizes he’s moved.

one night you’re sitting with ran and rindou while they’re telling some ridiculous story. you’re actually laughing - a rare enough occurrence. twenty minutes later, sanzu walks into the room, takes one look at the situation, and immediately sits beside you.

ran raises an eyebrow. “we’re having a conversation.”

sanzu glances toward you. “not anymore.” he says as he takes you over to his office.

⊹ there are nights when bonten keeps him out until ridiculous hours. nights where everything goes wrong. nights where he’s exhausted, irritated, and running entirely on caffeine and stubbornness. during those nights he becomes quieter than usual. not angry. just tired. and no matter how late it gets, eventually he texts you.

“awake?”

“you home?”

or sometimes just your name.

the first time it happens, you ask if something’s wrong.

“nothing’s wrong.”

“then why are you texting me at 3 a.m.?”

there’s a long pause. another minute passes. finally his reply appears.

“wanted to hear from you.”

⊹ he develops this habit of pressing a kiss against your forehead whenever he walks past you. sometimes it’s your temple. sometimes your cheek. sometimes the top of your head while you’re focused on something else. half the time he isn’t even paying attention to what he’s doing. it’s become so normal that neither of you notices it anymore until one day kakucho does.

you’re standing in the kitchen talking quietly about something. sanzu walks by, leans down, presses a quick kiss against your hair, and keeps walking without breaking the conversation he’s having on the phone.

kakucho stares.

“…what?” sanzu stares back.

“nothing.”

⊹ after something genuinely dangerous happens, sanzu spends the next few days sticking unusually close to you. he’ll deny it if anyone points it out. claim it’s coincidence. act irritated whenever rindou starts making comments but everyone notices.

especially you. he keeps reaching for you. checking that you’re there. touching your shoulder when he walks past. pulling you beside him on the couch. resting a hand on your back whenever you’re standing nearby. eventually you ask him about it.

“you’ve been acting weird.”

he looks at you for a second.

“thought I lost you.”

the words leave his mouth before he can stop them because sanzu almost never admits things like that. after a moment, he sighs and pulls you closer against his side.

“I don't wanna lose you.”