Ran Haitani × Reader, Sfw, Fluff, No Mentions Of Readers Appearence, Afab Reader, Mentions Of Sexual

❌ Incorrect Tokyo Manji Gang~ ❌

Draken: You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I made a mistake.

Takemichi: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

Hanma: My life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like. Well nah, it is!

Kazutora: Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.

Chifuyu: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

Baji:'Person of interest' is almost too flattering. Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Mitsuya: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them.

Sanzu: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you.

Kakucho: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.

Angry: You know how I roll. Angry: And I’m not talking about that time I fell into a pile of dung at the foot of a hill.

Smiley: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Takeomi: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?

Pah-chin: You think I really give a fuck? I can’t even read.

Izana: Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.

Hina: You wanna see how hardcore I am? Hina: *punches wall* Hina: Hina: Take me to the hospital.

The Haitani brothers: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Emma: Dear friends, your Christmas gift this year… is me. That’s right, another year of friendship. Your membership has been renewed

Hakkai: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Hakkai: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Mikey: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

Welcome to eternity.

NOTICE: I was going to make this a series, but honestly i’ve been pondering this for days and have no idea where to go from here lol. Just think of this as like angst to admiration with the haitani brothers??

summed up: once they find you, you’ll never leave.

notes:

drugs/pills

cussing

fem!reader

fighting

kidnapping? (sorta)

suggestive content if you squint really hard (ran)

some pet names

enjoy??!

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You rubbed your eyes, the lack of sleep getting to you as you pulled out the keys to your apartment. You did, however, catch the white envelope sitting on the floor in front of your door after you had closed the door. You leaned down and picked it up, wondering why they hadn’t just put it in your box instead of walking it up four flights of stairs to put it here.

You threw your keys in the bowl and took your shoes off, pulling up your hair and ripping open the envelope. Inside were pictures of.. you. You at the store last week, you singing in the kitchen (embarrassing), you in you bedroom. This almost gave you a heartattack, how long had they been watching you?

You tore the photos up and threw them in the trash, scared to even have something like that near you. You sighed to yourself and went to take a shower, hoping this was all a dream and you would wake up with some warmth in your system.

It however wasn’t, as much as it pained you to know. You wouldn’t wake up. And you would never have the same life again.

When you got out of the shower, you dried off, put on a shirt and shorts, and started on your hair. After detangling it, you returned to your bedroom to (hopefully) get a good night’s rest and just eat in the morning instead of tonight as you were worn out from the events of the day.

You put your things up in the closet and turned around to find two young men sitting on your bed, both having purple accents to their hair. You figured they were either the ones or affiliated with the ones that had been watching you, so you calmly closed the door and fully walked into the room.

“Nice baton. What is that, your pet beside you?" you note as the shorter of the two stiffens, must have struck a nerve with that remark.

"I'm not a pet. I'm his brother." he says with a scowl

"You do realize that telling personal information like that is bad if you're coming to do a crime, right?" you say as you walk to your dresser to find a sweatshirt to put on.

"Why are you so calm, sweetheart? I have a baton, he has excellent fighting skills, and you're more worried on putting on a sweatshirt?" the taller asks as you slip the hoodie over your head.

"Well yeah, I don't want to freeze when you take me elsewhere." you deadpan as you turn around again and pick some sweatpants from the bottom drawer.

"Damn, she does have a nice ass though.

"Shut up Ran."

"But Rindou, look-"

"Rindou and Ran.. what, did they get lazy and just like the letter R?" you say with a chuckle as you put the pants on over your shorts, tying the drawstring as you turn around again.

"And I know I have a mighty fine ass, thank you. But I didn't give you the freeway ticket to look at it." you say as you put your arms out with a sigh as you looked at the boys.

"Uh.. what?" Rindou asks as he looks as Ran and then back at you.

"Well? Take me to neverland, you have photos of me, what else? Take me out of here." you say as you lower your arms as you realize they weren't smart enough to bring handcuffs.

"Dude, did mikey really think she was going to fight back? Look at this sweetheart! Wonder if I can have her instead of him?" Ran says with a smile as Rindou glares at him.

"If you want the rest of Bonten on you, sure, take her for yourself. Idiot." he says with a sigh.

"Bonten? Y'all are with them?" you ask, your voice a little more shakey that what you would have liked.

"Stop spilling info Rindou!" Ran blurts as Rindou turns to him offended.

"Me? You said my name!" he yells back.

"Well you said mine, but not she knows who we're with you dumbass!"

"She knows our name, so what? She could make the connection herself, l'm sure she did!"

Through all of this yelling, you had slipped out of the window in the living room and was now on a ledge on the side of the building, clinging onto it for dear life.

"This wasn't smart. Maybe I should just let them sort it out and go with them and die there rather than painfully like this." you say to yourself as you scoot across, hoping your neighbors would be home to let your into their room to get out of the wind that was about to knock you off.

Of course they weren’t, leaving you no choice but to go back and head to your room for safety. You finally got back to the window and crawled back inside, meeting face to face with a confused Rindou and a slightly angered Ran.

“Where did yoh think you were going?” Ran asks as he throws you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing to him.

“Hey! I didn’t want to listen to you two yell! Hey, put me down- mmhp” you fight as Rindou covers your mouth from behind Ran as you all walk out of the door together.

You slap his hand down with a scowl and beat on Ran’s back.

“Atleast say where we’re going.” you finally say as you had tired yoursef out from hitting his muscular back built like a brick.

“To the HQ.” he says with a slap of your ass and a smile, making you yelp and hit the back of his head.   

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When you arrived there, you were expecting a much more… evil looking place. This was just a huge mansion that looked more like a house than something affiliated with a famous gang.

Ran sets you down and fixes his suit, dusting it off as he allows Rindou to go first and puts you in the middle as he follows in last.

Inside was even bigger; chandeliers the size of lions, beautiful marble floors, nothing that you could ever have the money to afford.

“Like it? You’ll be seeing it everyday.” Ran says with a smile as you huff and take your hand down from caressing the walls of the mansion.

“Why do you even want me? I couldn’t ever be in this price range, plus I am not even interesting compared to the things I’m sure you’ve seen!” you yell as you stomp your foot like a child.

“She sure is a yeller.” a man with a long scar across his face says as a pink haired man trailed beside him with a large grin.

“Perfect for me.”

“Sanzu, you’re high again, don’t go shoving fucking pills down her throat when she just got here.” Rindou says with a frown as Sanzu’s smile drops.

“You guys don’t ever let me look at anyone man.” he says with a sigh as he examines you from afar, eyes raking your body up and down and settling on your face after a while.

“She’ll do nice, don’t’chu think Ran?” Sanzu says with a grin as he takes out a pill bottle and pops a pill in his mouth, grinning with his head back and walks away with a giggle.

“Don’t worry about him, he is just high right now on our new shipment. He likes stuff like that so he is like the.. experimenter, you know?” Rindou says with a soft smile as you stepped forward, not realizing you had sunk back into him when you were a little terrified of the encounter with Sanzu.

"Oh.. that's normal here?" you ask as you smooth your hair out with your hand, turning to the new man with a scar again.

"What?" he asks.

"That scar," you ask as you walk up and run your hand on it, "does it hurt?"

"Not anymore." he says as he removes your hand gently, turning away to hide a slight blush that had creeped up on his face.

"Oh.. good!" you chirped as you smiled and wandered towards the kitchen, hungry as you had not eaten in hours.

"She already acts like she owns the place." Ran says with a chuckle as he jogs after you.

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okay, no, but i absolutely headcanon that while hanma might be (MIGHT be) sweet and caring towards you, as many people say, he also would be horny af... like super horny af (because teasing you and doing all the different stuff he has in his head with you (with your consent of course) gives him just as much adrenaline as fights do)

i kinda forgot abt my tumblr acc existing bc i haven't written anything for more than half of a year probably lol

I've hit a writer's block and i still cannot get out of it 🥲

Just as I think that this can’t get any worse, I am always unpleasantly reminded that, yes. This can get worse. (x)

Hi!

I really enjoy reading your fics! If your request are still open can i request a bonten ran x reader. Reader is at the club with her friend but the thing is she is really insecure about herself. Her ‘friend’ are honestly toxic towards her. Ran keeps looking at reader and she notices but also one of her so call friends does too. The friend gets jealous and won’t stop saying how ran is looking at her. Ran finally decided to make a move on reader but the friends her off by beginning to talk to him. Obviously ran outs her back in her place and starts talking to reader. Sorry if it’s too long. Feel free to ignore if it’s too much!

Hi there 💙💛

I’m sorry if it felt like a long time to write this one, but I got busy with the other requests😊 

I’m really glad you asked this one though, and I hope it turned out the way, you pictured it. 😊

It was interesting to write fluff for Bonten Ran though. 

I hope you enjoy it 😊

Title: I Saw You

Pairing: Reader x Ran

Summary: You went to a club with your childhood friend only to catch the attention of a well-known crime syndicate member. | Genre: Fluff |Warnings: Some Angst, Toxic friend | Words: 4.1K

Putting on the clothes you picked up for yourself earlier has proven to be an even harder chore than the shower you took or the makeup you put on a while ago. Your heart simply wasn’t in it to go out tonight, and until the last few minutes that you had to leave, you prayed your friend would call to cancel. It wasn’t nice to wish for such a thing, you knew, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

Your friend was someone you shared history with during the time, you were younger, and you lacked a bigger friend circle. Not much has changed since then, but you would like to think you did find people who were just a better fit for you, especially after your friend found herself other friends and a boyfriend ultimately leaving you behind. It hurt a lot at first to be on your own like that, but over time, you found a few good friends and didn’t dwell on it too much. 

When you met your friend a day ago and got the chance and reminisce about those few moments, you had to spare on the street, it was really nice and fun. You were close for so long as kids and shared many good memories from that time. You didn’t hesitate much to agree to meet today and catch up more, but when your friend suggested a night out in the club, you really wished you had. 

Clubs, especially as fancy ones as the one she took you to, weren’t your scene. The only reason, you forced yourself to go was because you were never certain how to avoid such things once you agreed and because she was your childhood friend.

A part of you wanted to keep reminiscing about those good times you shared, and another part felt sympathy when she confessed her boyfriend broke up with her after falling in love with her former best friend. It seemed like she was going through a lot, but one chuckle and savage ‘Looks, like you, still dress like you did when we were kids, huh?’ comment later, and apart from those good times you shared as children, you started to recall other instances when you would beg your family to lie whenever your friend came to ask you out to play or was glad when she was gone for a week because she went to visit her grandparents. 

She’s just hurting, you told yourself as you tried to start the topic of your shared past or her recent heartache to vent, but she hushed you and looked away leaving you nursing the coke you ordered surrounded by strangers behind some table inside some loud club. 

Your eyes lifted up to look around the place and for a moment you thought you caught a handsome man looking at you as he leisurely passed the table almost stopping at one point to prolong the moment and watch you.

Heat immediately hit your face, and you were certain, he noticed as he calmly smiled at you his downturned purple eyes making his face look softer now.

Your self-awareness caught up to you and you cast your gaze down. You weren’t ever one to draw the male attention, and even if you did, you never really knew what to do with it. 

But it felt really nice to feel admired for a second by the man though. 

When you gathered some spare courage and look up again, the man was sadly gone, and you felt a part of you was honestly disappointed by this. 

More time has passed and your mood was properly dropping. A few men showed up by the table trying to ask your friend out, ignoring you most of the time, but she always declined, ‘Oh, you don’t have to worry about me. You can go dance with them and have fun.’ Even if it would suck even more if you were left on your own, you would feel bad if your friend was wasting a night because of you.

She laughed as if you were being ridiculous, ‘Don’t be silly. Why would I bother with those third-grade losers when he hasn’t stopped looking my way once since we got here?’

Your eyes blinked as you were surprised by her words. Due to your shyness, you didn’t really remain looking at anyone for too long, but you still thought you would notice someone staring for too long, ‘Who?’

‘Haitani Ran,’ said your friend like it should have been obvious adding a mocking sound after the name at your ignorance, ‘He hasn’t stopped looking at me since we got here. He’s not subtle about it at all.’

She turned away from you, and you followed the direction she was currently facing away from you.

There were a lot of people present in the club tonight, but even still, it was rather obvious, your friend’s interest lay solely on the VIP table that was set on a platform height above the others giving its occupants the perfect view of the club and everyone there. The table was full just like your own. 

There were mostly men engaging in sipping their drinks while talking with maybe two women in revealing clothes that seemed to be the eye candy to a certain large and old-looking man. 

For a moment, you were still unsure, of who your friend meant by the name she gave you, but then your eyes were met with someone else’s. 

You blinked and looked away momentarily embarrassed that you got caught, but when you looked again, you found the man was still keeping his gaze on you with something like a calm smile playing across his face. You realized because of that smile it was the same handsome man who stopped by your table earlier. 

Your heart speeded up and subconsciously, you ran your palms over your clothes as if trying to iron out the wrinkles while once again pushing your gaze toward your lap feeling all too self-aware of his profound gaze, ‘Uh, w-which one is he?’

‘Only the most gorgeous one,’ said your friend and as if it should have been obvious before she fixed her dress to reveal more cleavage. 

After a moment she sighed almost longingly, ‘The man in the expensive purple suit with light purple and black hair.’

You blinked and lifted your eyes again realizing she was talking about the man, you previously caught eyes with. It surprised you how much the realization left you disappointed and down. It had to mean you merely mistook he was looking at you before and was probably eyeing your friend the entire time. It made sense your friend caught so many men’s interests tonight, and she was truly a stunning and attractive woman with confidence in herself, unlike someone like you.

‘Uh, he’s good-looking,’ you agreed and turned to your friend to offer her some support hiding your true feelings as best as you could, but she quickly rolled her eyes at you, ‘He’s hot and one of the most powerful men in the city that’s what is he is. No one would dare to cross or humiliate me if I was the girlfriend of Haitani Ran.’

You blinked confused and alerted upon hearing that before you looked at the man again. He was still pretty far along with his friends or business partners, and it was obvious they had to be important people to be seated in the VIP zone, but it wasn’t until your eyes lowered from his face that you caught the real reason why your friend said what she did. 

You swallowed feeling your heart speed up for a different reason, ‘H-hey, is that…isn’t that tattoo the symbol of the Bonten?’ Everyone in the city and their mother knew about the most ruthless criminal syndicate that gained power a few years ago and slowly took over the city and soon would probably control the entire country too. 

She seemed pleased that you noticed, ‘Yes. Wouldn’t it be perfect revenge for my ex to see me with such a hot and dangerous man?’

You couldn’t believe what she was saying and feared she might have planned something far worse than the petty revenge of who ended up the winner in some relationship feud. 

Taking a deep breath and gathering your thoughts you looked up only to find the man saying something to the other man and standing up all the while looking in your direction. 

Your heart speeded up again because even despite what your friend said about him eyeing her all night, you found your eyes hypnotized by his as he didn’t seem to want to allow you to look away.

‘Leave us,’ hissed your friend startling you enough to look away from the man and at her confused not just by her words but by the fact that you seemed to have shared a very intense eye contact with a member of the most dangerous gang around, ‘W-what?’

‘He’s coming over,’ she said looking annoyed that you didn’t seem to understand, ‘He probably doesn’t want to sit around and hit on me with my keychain friend around, don’t you think?’

Her words hurt a lot, but at that moment, they didn’t hurt as much as they could since you were still partly shaken by what was going on. 

Still, you got to your feet and mumbled a weak goodbye, but only managed a couple of steps away from the table before you felt someone very gently put their hand on your lower back. 

You turned to look at the person surprised. You were never one to appreciate new touches from strangers, but this person touched you so gently that it was almost like he simply kept his palm close enough for you to feel his warmth rather than the real feeling of pressure. 

Whatever thought you had run inside your mind over some stranger touching you immediately vanished as you found yourself face to face with the enigmatic and dangerous Haitani Ran whose name you only knew because your friend planned to let him hit on her. 

Everything about him was even more beautiful and breathtaking up close. The shape of his purple eyes made him look far too relaxed and calm, but the intensity of his gaze on your face was in direct contrast with such feelings.

Your lips parted, but you couldn’t form any words just yet since you were too stunned to have such a man, this close to you all the while watching you as if he didn’t want to look anywhere else. 

He was still smiling at you calmly, but being able to see his smile meant you could also have a good look at the Bonten symbol tattooed over his throat making you remember just who this man really was.

You stepped a bit away from his reach fixing your purse ready to leave when you felt him lean closer to your head and raise his hand to your arm although he never once actually let his palm touch you, ‘Don’t go yet. Please.’

Your heart missed a beat and then speeded up monstrously fast as you heard his velvet voice say so close to your ear. 

You watched him lean away to look at your face so confused yet tempted by those words alone simply because no one, especially someone as handsome as this person, ever looked at you in a way they really wanted you to stay in their presence as Haitani Ran did just now. 

Just then your friend came from behind the man and stumbled sort of into his side, ‘Oh, excuse me,’ she giggled all too loudly, ‘You know you shouldn’t bother my friend. She’s already leaving to wake up early for her job tomorrow. She’s not fun like that,’ you heard her say, and not for the first time tonight averted your eyes feeling all too insecure and humiliated by her recalling it wasn’t all that different when you were younger.

‘I, on the other hand, have all the time-’

‘You should use that time, to think why you’re such a shitty friend then,’ said the man with a completely different voice than the one he used on you not a moment ago causing you to look back up. 

He was looking at your friend, but nothing about his gaze spoke of calmness, ‘You should never call someone a friend unless you plan to be completely loyal to them.’

Ran smirked then, but there was nothing kind about it before he leaned down toward your friend’s ear and said something to her you couldn’t hear over the sounds of the music around you. 

Your friend’s face went very pale, and her eyes widened with pure horror before she turned around and went back to the table snatching her purse and quickly rushing past you without a single word. 

You should have gone after her, right? It was the right thing to do. The nice thing to do, but shockingly you found your feet planted against the floor simply looking at the man who just scared her off. 

‘W-what did you tell her?’ you asked as the man stepped closer to you again, almost enough that your bodies could touch, but somehow still maintaining distance. 

His wild smirk softened again, ‘I simply told her how I treat people who are disloyal to me.’

You swallowed and felt unsettled imagining what it could mean coming from someone associated with a crime syndicate like Bonten, ‘What do you want from me?’

It was a fair question, even if it surprised you, you managed to ask at all. This man was dangerous, and maybe you had a chance to run away from him, but at the same time still having his eyes on you, you couldn’t help but stay in place. And despite your anxiety, you couldn’t help but think it wasn’t fear that was making you.

‘I saw you when I first walked in,’ he confessed and took a proper look up and down your body, ‘You’re very beautiful. Extraordinary,’ he played with the word with his tongue, ‘I never see women like you around here.’

It made sense; you weren’t the type for these gatherings. 

You pointed behind you and admitted, ‘My friend took me here.’

Ran grinned upon hearing your words, ‘You could have mentioned that sooner. I would have been nicer to her knowing I had her to thank to be able to talk with you.’

His purple eyes were still very much planted on your face, and despite what he said, you couldn’t really believe it. You weren’t approached often and certainly not by men like him. 

‘Can I buy you a drink and take you someplace quieter to talk?’ he said seemingly with all the relaxed confidence in the world causing your face to feel warm and your palms to sweat. It should have been alarming to have someone like him interested in you, but you couldn’t help yourself but feel only your usual self.

‘Men like you usually don’t want to just talk,’ you found yourself saying weakly.

Ran’s calm smile became edgier as his eyes never once left yours, ‘Are you an expert on men like me, darling?’ he asked mocking you and making you feel embarrassed and nervous again for a whole new reason.

You couldn’t really answer him though, so you remained quiet as you looked away only for him to lean closer to your face again in a way that forced you to look back at him, ‘If you know men like me so well, do you believe we can keep our word?’

His closeness was almost unbearable, and you had to remind yourself he was a dangerous man because the alternative was to get far too excited and invested in his obvious interest that you still found hard to fully believe yet.

Still, you gave him a small nod and watched his smile return as his velvet voice said, ‘Then you have my word I simply want to talk.’ 

You realized immediately you fell into a trap but found it hard to care all that much. It was overwhelming to be the center of attention of such a man, but at the same time, it wasn’t as horrible as you would have imagined. 

You nodded again and when Ran leaned away motioning where to go, you did so almost immediately, all the while feeling the presence of his hand close to your lower back as he followed you.

For the first time ever in such a crowded place, no one knocked into you. In fact, it seemed everyone went out of their way, to make sure, they weren’t even close to you. 

The man who seemed to be watching over the elevator nodded and pushed the bottom for you while you waited. It was surreal and more than just a bit hard to process. 

Panic kicked in. Were you really planning to go somewhere with a known member of a crime syndicate, you just meet? You didn’t really tell any of your friends you went to this club, and they didn’t know your old childhood friend so who was to say anyone would ever find out what happened to you if you were to never make it home? 

Your heart sank and the fear must have shown across your face because Ran leaned closer to your ear and comforted you, ‘It’s alright. You have my word remember? I just want to take you somewhere nice and quiet to talk. May I?’

Your eyes moved to his face as he leaned away. Despite the red flags and overthinking it was hard not to believe him. 

In the end, you allowed the elevator to take you up into a hallway and then found yourself up on a balcony looking over the beauty of Tokyo at night. 

‘Oh,’ you breathed out in awe over the beautiful sight, you rarely got to see before you felt the cold wind hit your body on places your clothing didn’t cover. 

‘Here, take this,’ said Ran and offered you his jacket almost immediately putting it across your shoulders and smiling at you, ‘Better, darling?’

‘Yes,’ you admitted and looked at him as he came to take a place beside you leaning against the balcony ledge, ‘I like to come here and think sometimes. It clears the head to look at things from a higher perspective, don’t you think?’

The night air hit your face making it easier to breathe. 

You nodded feeling pleased as you were truly grateful to be away from the loud music, the smell of smoke, and alcoholic behavior, ‘It feels much better here.’

The city below you was noisy too, but at the same time, it felt rather peaceful since it was just you two up there. 

You couldn’t help but glance at your companion at the same time he turned to look at you as well, ‘Do you know who I am?’

He reached out his name for you to take, and you watched it for a moment too long before you finally did accept it. 

Almost immediately he brought it to his face and almost gave you cardiac arrest by pressing his lips eagerly against your kiss marking it in some way as you could feel the heat of his lips even when they leaned away to say, ‘My name is Ran.’

Your heart was beating all too fast, as he finally let your hand go and it fell back to your side. 

You nodded after a few seconds of trying to compose yourself, ‘M-my-,’ you found yourself pausing as you didn’t want to say the friend out loud again, ‘The person I came with told me, and I noticed your tattoo,’ you said and pointed to his throat smiling a bit unsure, ‘I’m y/n.’

Ran grinned looking delighted, ‘That’s really your name, isn’t it?’

You felt like you might be blushing from embarrassment again, ‘Of course, it is. Why wouldn’t be?’

He shrugged his shoulders and laughed a bit, ‘There was always an option for you to lie to me. Now, I can use it to find out things about you.’

You looked over the ledge again feeling like maybe you should have been worried, but with how calmly he spoke about it and how nice it was up here, you felt a lot of your anxiety and usual insecurities shrink. 

‘Or you could simply ask me those things like an ordinary person,’ you suggested and offered him a tiny smile to show him you were teasing him slightly. 

He seemed to like that because he laughed some more and leaned closer to you, ‘Alright, please tell me something about yourself. Besides that, you’re very beautiful and have poor taste in friends.’

‘Not all of them,’ you quickly felt the need to defend yourself, ‘I just know her for a long time. It’s hard to sometimes untangle yourself from such a person when you focus on the good things you went through.’

‘But it cannot last,’ he said, ‘Not when you evolve from that person, yet they stay the same.’ 

You nodded agreeing as you knew for a while now that your friend acted rather toxic toward you and not just tonight, ‘Yes.’

‘Then perhaps enough about her,’ said Ran, and with all the ease and time in the world, he reached toward you and brushed your hair aside ghosting his fingertips over your face, ‘Tell me about yourself already, y/n. I can hardly wait.’

Your heart skipped another beat and despite the possibility of all of this being some sort of trick to deceive you or hurt you, you believed him. 

You spoke a bit about yourself. It was tiring at times since you were never one to brag, so you tried to keep it factual, but it seemed Ran took it upon himself to overpraise your every smallest achievement as if it was something that you should have gotten an award for you. 

You never had anyone so thrilled about the things in your life as he did by knowing you for less than a day, and you couldn’t help, but feel delicate warmth and thrilling heat spread across your body at his behavior toward you. 

It felt far too enjoyable to have the attention of Haitani Ran all to yourself like this.

You talked for what felt like far too long only to stop once exhaustion kicked in and you yawned. 

He moved closer to you and got you to gasp as you felt his hand reach into the pocket of his jacket to check the time all the while grinning at you, ‘Relax, darling, you seem far too tired for anything like that. And I’m a man who prefers long hours of rest. The time we had left wouldn’t be enough for either of those things.’

Your face must have been scarlet as you looked away. It was unsettling how nice he could be with you one moment, only to switch to such flirty and suggestive behavior the next.

‘I want to see you again,’ he said after you realized how late it was and that you really needed to get home and get rest before work tomorrow, ‘Can I call you?’ he asked before he grinned, ‘But you should know I will find a way to meet you regardless your answer.’

That sounded almost like a threat except he made you feel so good while saying it, you nodded and even accepted his offer that his driver would take you home. 

Ran took you to the garage by a back entrance so you wouldn’t have to go through the loud and smelly club again all the while once again keeping his palm against your lower back warming you through your clothes despite the delicate touch.

Right before you were about to get into the backseat, he took your hand into his again and kissed it on your opened palm. 

His eyes had a mischief spark inside them as with a calm smile he stated, ‘I promised you to just talk tonight. But you should know, I won’t be able to make such a promise next time we met, darling.’

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to that other than get inside the car and wish him goodbye feeling that if he stopped you or suggested kissing you tonight, you would very much so let him regardless of who he was or any promises. 

The next morning, when you got to work, it all felt almost like a dream except your former friend didn’t stop trying to call you and the giddy feeling inside your stomach and uncontrollable need to smile wouldn’t let you go.

Once you came home, you found a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, something you also mentioned last night, waiting for you in front of your door with a surprisingly tame offer for dinner tomorrow.

You bit your lower lip and pressed the card against your lips still smiling mentally already accepting feeling braver than ever and good about your decision.

Koniec 

A.N: Thank you for taking the time to read it. I hope you enjoyed the story, and that you are well. Have a nice rest of the day 😊

Hello!

If you're taking requests can you do a doctor reader with bonten Mikey? Like maybe they used to be close and Mikey got injured and has no where else to go. Since he's a wanted gang leader and all lol.

Thanks and have a nice day!! :)))

Hi there! 💙💛

I hope this was close to what you had in mind 😊 It was hard to write this without angst, but I tried to turn it to fluff by the bonus ending. I'm sorry if you were looking for something else ☹

Thank you for your request, and Enjoy!

Title: The Promise

Pairing: Manjiro x Reader

Summary: You’re a doctor who finds your former friend, bonten Mikey, injured inside your apartment one day. | Genre: Angst/Fluff | Warning: Angsty because it’s bonten Mikey, but there is a happy ending! Mention of blood | Words: 3.4K

‘Excuse me, can I have this dance?’ 

You pushed your body not to flinch this time, and offered the stranger, a small smile before you politely decline, ‘I’m sorry, but my boyfriend is very jealous.’ On the third time, the lie fell off your lips almost professionally, and you put on a stoic face as you watched the man leave your table unable to see if he was too disappointed by your rejection or not.

It was the third time, that you were approached for a dance, but then again, if you didn’t want to be asked out by strangers, you shouldn’t have come to a wedding. 

‘You know,’ you heard by your side, ‘it was funny the first two times when you shot those poor bastards down, but now it’s simply sad.’

You turned your head to look at Draken who was giving you that calm smile that never really reached his eyes anymore. You simply shrugged your shoulders not bothering with a fake smile this time at all. He would probably be able to tell anyway too. You knew each other far too long after all, meeting when you were just naïve children who couldn’t imagine what the future would bring. 

‘I had night shifts all week, please, let me enjoy some sitting around,’ you said in a friendly joking manner before you looked over at the happy couple. 

Pah-chin looked so serious it was laughable really, but every now and then when he looked over to his pretty bride, his whole being seemed to have softened like there was nothing in the world that could bring him down or cause him anguish. It felt good to see him happy. How could it not? He was your friend, and you cheered him on and came to support him and his wife on this special day, but somewhere deep down under the wave of happiness over someone else’s fortune, you couldn’t help, but feel envy over how lucky someone else could be, but not you.

Hours went by, and you figured you spend enough time around to look sociable and happy enough for your friends not to worry about you. You needed to go, though. You would be working tomorrow a nightshift again, and although the dress and heels were beautiful, they weren’t very comfortable.

‘Wait,’ said Draken suddenly stopping you as you put on your jacket and snatched your purse, ‘I know it’s a lot to ask, but if Takemitchy asks,’ his eyes never left yours, and if nothing else, you couldn’t help but feel admiration toward the man even after all these years because of it, ‘tell him…Mikey owns a chain of restaurants and works a lot overseas. It’s what Chifuyu and I had told him tonight when he asked,’ he explained giving you somehow a sympathetic look by the end of his words because it seemed not even the great Draken could hurt someone that badly. 

Your eyes stayed on his for a moment taking what he asked of you in before they moved to the mentioned dark-haired man and his lovely fiancé, Hina. They were on the dancefloor now, and even if it was clear Takemitchy couldn’t dance one bit, they were still smiling and laughing making it obvious to everyone with eyes how much they loved one another and couldn’t help to finally get married.

A small smile and some fondness for their love awoken inside your empty heart before you shook your head and chuckled. 

‘Owner of a chain of restaurants,’ you said the mockery clear from your voice as you giggled, ‘No,’ you thought about the boy who you haven’t seen in almost a decade with blond hair and empty eyes, but with a smile that always made you feel almost better no matter the situation if that smile was directed at you. 

‘You should have said he became a professional motorcycle racer,’ you said and offered one of your oldest friends a smile, ‘That’s what I imagine him doing whenever I wonder where he could be.’

Draken’s smile didn’t reach his eyes again, but you appreciated it all the same as you finally took your leave waving goodbyes at everyone you caught on your way out, but not trying too hard to actually talk to anyone.

It was a joyful night, you were so happy to see everyone, and know they were doing so well, but you couldn’t help and collapse against your elevator’s wall as you were finally inside it and away from everyone in the world. 

You covered your face not caring if you ruined your makeup or on quietly crying without letting out a single tear or sound until you reached your floor and heard the familiar sound of the elevator stopping.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped outside not wanting to accidentally run into a neighbor or anyone who would talk to you at that moment. You only wished for solitude in the privacy of your home, so you could take off your shoes, tear your dress off and slide into your bed for those remaining hours before you had to put on your best smile and go deal with your patients. 

Jiro, was this how it feels for you? 

The emptiness? The loneliness?

You felt too numb at that moment to properly care, but later, you would find it heartbreaking and the circle would repeat thinking that this was what your former friend, the only one missing from the wedding, the only one who you weren’t sure was even still alive or not, had to be going through. 

Those final steps into your apartment were the worse, but once you were there, you let out a deep sigh only to have your heart stop and your entire body freeze. 

It wasn’t locked…

Your hand instinctively reached out for the handle even before your mind could supply you with all the possibilities of why, your door could have been left unlocked only to hear a weak almost whisper-like, ‘…fancy tonight…did you have fun?’

You spun around immediately catching the dark eyes only visible due to the light coming from the outside city lights.

Your throat felt impossibly dry, and your heartbeat started to beat again as you breathed out a quiet, ‘Jiro.’

There he was sitting on the floor of your living room under your windows pressed against the wall the man, your former close friend, who you haven’t seen for over a decade.

‘Jiro,’ he repeated and closed his eyes a small chuckle escaping his mouth. It was almost like he was falling asleep when he said, ‘No one ever dared to call me that but you.’

You knew something was wrong and tossing your shoes off your feet you rushed toward the living room turning on the lights.

Your eyes widened in horror as you saw the small pool of blood by his side and a very visible cut and open flesh on his clothes, ‘Jiro!’

Your hands moved on instinct taking out your phone from your purse and checking his pulse. It wasn’t as weak as you feared, but that was quite a lot of blood. 

‘Don’t call the ambulance,’ he spoke suddenly ask he must have heard the loud sound of an outgoing call from your phone. He sounded so exhausted and weak, it made your gaps and then grit your teeth wondering how long he was here like this and what happened, but at the same time, you didn’t allow this to force you to lose your focus. 

‘You’re seriously hurt,’ you argued, but then as if he suddenly possessed all the power in the world, Mikey snatched your wrist and pulled the phone away enough for you to look at his face, ‘I had worse injuries than this.’

‘That’s a horrible thing to say,’ you whispered trying to sound scolding, but it came out too rushed and desperate for that.

He could have snatched your phone and ended the call himself, but instead, he held onto you and watched as you pressed the screen and put the phone away only to lean closer to him, ‘You will do as I say no buts or excuses, got it?’

‘Alright,’ he said, and an almost playful smirk crossed his lips making his exhausted face seem almost peaceful, ‘You were always bossy.’

‘Not true,’ you said and pulled off his jacket and lifted his shirt, ‘It’s deep.’

‘I’ll be fine.’

‘No talking,’ you commented and to your surprise, he only offered you a small curt nod instead of talking back as you were used to from him. 

You were fast and precise taking all your medical knowledge to good use and using everything you could find inside your apartment to clean the knife wound and wrap up his side noticing with distaste how unwell he was. Mikey used to be a delinquent and leader of Toman, he constantly fought and despite his short height, he was very well-build causing your past young self to often blush when you caught glimpse of his naked torso, now, however, despite still having muscles and supposedly strength, he seemed weaker, skinnier, unfed. 

‘You’re pretty. That’s a good color on you,’ he commented your choice of dress for the wedding after you finished and started to help him up to carry him to your futon to rest. 

You smiled and chuckled, but there was no humor behind it just hysteria at the situation, ‘Thanks. Matsuya helped me.’

‘You’re still close?’ he asked but let out a deep exhale which must have been his equivalent of a hiss as you helped him back down, ‘That’s good. I’m glad you’re not alone.’

You frowned looking down at him as he laid on your futon, ‘Jiro, where were you? Everyone looked. We all looked for you and tried to reach you. Grandpa Sano…,’ your voice broke a bit, ‘He was sick and…and-’

‘I know,’ he said so you wouldn’t have to say it out loud, but it still almost caused you to start crying.

That was when he opened his dark eyes at you again and reached his hand out to touch your cheek. His touch was almost feather-like as if he feared if he applied more pressure he would break you, and with how fragile your heart felt in that moment, it might as well have.

He gently stroked your skin all the while looking at you with such a dead look behind his eyes, you felt heartbroken all over again. You never thought that Mikey would look at you of all the people in such a way, but it seemed now, it couldn’t be helped, and this was the only way he could look at the world around him. You included.

You swallowed the lump that started to form inside your throat refusing to start crying in front of him. 

‘Stop that, I hate that,’ he would say and pat the top of your head when you were kids, and you ran over to his house, their family’s dojo, to run away from your own, ‘I hate when your eyes are full of those stupid tears. Tears are for the weak! You’re not weak! You’ll be a Sano one day, and we aren’t weak!’ he said partly annoyed, but at the same time never leaving you alone always stating with how often you were around you were a part of the family and that one day you really would become a Sano. You took it as a joke at first, as a child, thinking he meant his grandpa would adopt you too and you would be an adopted sister to the others, like Izana was, but then as you grew older coming to your teenage years, you couldn’t help but blush wondering if it couldn’t mean Mikey would one day marry you. 

‘You arranged his funeral,’ he spoke suddenly bringing you back to the present and his empty eyes and hollow smile, ‘You were always good to us. All of us,’ he said in a quiet voice. 

‘Jiro, where were you?’ you asked again desperately, ‘Why…why did you leave? Why did you come back now?’

‘I needed a doctor,’ he started, ‘I heard that’s what you do when you get stabbed and are bleeding,’ it was such a poor attempt at a joke, but you still laughed because it all felt so surreal. 

His thumb continued to stroke your face as he looked up at you from his position on the futon. He seemed so vulnerable now unlike the Invincible Mikey who always smiled and beat up everyone in his way, ‘I didn’t know where else to go.’ 

His dark eyes closed, and he whispered as if it was a secret, ‘I didn’t want to go anywhere else.’

You sighed and took his hand off your face in order to hold it between your palms as you continued to watch him. He looked so different, almost like a silver-haired imposter that knew everything about you and your shared past, ‘I hope you don’t plan on dying on me the first time you finally came to visit me.’

He let out a deep breath, ‘No.’

You closed your eyes painfully understanding without him having to say this. He wouldn’t give you answers, and he wouldn’t come again, ‘You promised that I would be a Sano one day. But everyone’s gone, and you…,’ you shook your head and took a deep breath to calm yourself a bit, ‘Please don’t leave me again. I hate to be alone like this…’

He didn’t reply and based on the even raising and falling of your chest, you knew, he had fallen asleep. 

You grimaced and shook your head at your foolishness, at your own selfishness, it was twelve years, and you needed to move on. But how could you when your past was so entwined around one another?

You didn’t have the energy to feel angry with yourself or Mikey at that moment. You were too exhausted even before you came home, and now that the adrenaline left your body, knowing Mikey wasn’t in life danger, and watching him sleep so peacefully almost like no harm, no demons, no sorrows could reach him, you just felt tired beyond words to describe.

You let go of his hand and went to turn on all the lights and lock your doors before you returned and laid down beside him all the while wearing the fancy dress. 

You snuggled against his side making sure to avoid his wound. His scent and presence didn’t change within the years you spent apart, and when you closed your eyes, you could almost feel like you were young again laying down next to him in the hot summer on the floor complaining about the heat. 

‘It doesn’t matter if you never make a Sano out of me. Just, stay safe, Jiro, please,’ you whispered before you allowed sleep to take you too while absorbing this moment into your memory and heart forever knowing that when you will wake up, he would be gone again.

As you slept you dreamed, he watched you and stroke your hair and face every once in a while, ‘I was at your graduation. You didn’t see me, but I wanted you to have someone from the Sano family to be there for you. It seemed fitting given that you should have always belonged to it.’

I knew you were there, you thought or said inside your dream, but you weren’t sure. 

‘I don’t sleep much, but whenever nightmares give me a break, I dream about our happy times with Shinichiro and Emma and even Izana. We’re sitting in front of the dojo eating watermelon and teasing Shin or Emma because of her crush on Kenchin. It’s almost like I’m there again,’ he took a piece of your hair and rolled it around his index finger his eyes closing as he smiled, ‘Do you ever dream about those times? Do they make you happy or sad when you wake up?’

Both.

Your eyes opened up for a moment just as Mikey leaned toward you and pressed a soft kiss against your cheek. It was chaste, yet you couldn’t help yourself, but grab onto his arm to try and stop him, ‘Don’t go yet.’

His hollow smile and dead eyes were impossible to see in the darkness before the sunrise, ‘Did we ever tell you about Takemitchy time leaping?’

Your eyes blinked, shook your head confused about what he meant leaving Mikey to continue, ‘It’s not important to explain, but I hope that there’s a future where I made you a Sano like I promised I would. I hope in that future we’re all together and happy, you know? Especially you.’

‘Then don’t go,’ you said as unfair as it was to do so. 

For a moment, pain rushed through the darkness inside his irises, and you immediately regretted being the cause of it.

Mikey didn’t give you time to apologize though as he learned toward you again and pressed another chaste kiss, this time, to your forehead making you close your eyes and imprint it into your memory as well.

‘Forget about me, and be happy,’ he said breaking your heart all over again, the pain almost too excruciating to withstand for a single person such as yourself.

He stood up, and while you remained frozen in your own agony, he left your apartment and life once again. 

I can’t. Not without you

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Bonus (Final timeline):

You rushed out of the hospital putting on your heels while you walked causing the dark-haired man waiting on you on his motorcycle to openly and with all the audacity, you hated and loved about his laugh, ‘My, my, what’s the hurry, pretty Doctor?’

‘How about a little help?’ you asked and handed Mikey your purse.

He took it and grinned while you put a jacket over your shoulders covering the nice dress you had on. 

‘Come here,’ said your boyfriend, and before you could protest, he snatched the back of your head and brought you to his face sealing your lips with his own in a deep kiss that caused warm to enter your body no matter how many times you kissed as if it was the first time all over again.

You sighed allowing yourself a few seconds of the sweet blissfulness before you pushed against his chest, ‘That’s enough. Emma will kill you if you mess up my makeup before the ceremony.’

‘So? I can fight,’ said Mikey with confidence and tried to lean closer only for you to stop him once more, ‘So can Draken, and he’s already on edge with Emma being pregnant. So don’t give him more headaches. He’s not your babysitter anymore,’ you reminded him and took your purse and the spare helmet in order to put it on your head. You didn’t really have much time to do anything special about your hair since you didn’t take a day off, but you hoped Emma would find it in her heart to forgive you. 

‘That’s true, you took that job from him when you kissed me because you got jealous over those girls giving me chocolate on valentine’s day,’ he said grinning back at you as you rolled your eyes, ‘I didn’t hear you complaining back then?’

‘I wasn’t, and I wouldn’t mind another kiss now,’ he tried to get to your face again, but you pushed him back to the front of the bike, ‘We can’t be late. It’s Hina and Takemitchy’s wedding.’

He pouted for a bit but still brought the engine to life and waited for you to put your hands around him. 

As you did, your fingers momentarily caught the small square object inside the breast pocket of his jacket.

Is that a box?

Your heart speeded up and a smile pushed against your lips before you could stop yourself. Ever since you were kids, he always told you he would make a Sano out of you one day, and when he told you, you were his girlfriend after you kissed him, that promise took a whole new meaning, making your already full heart double in size whenever he mentioned it again. 

No way, Jiro wouldn’t upstage Takemitchy like that, right?

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the side of his face that you could reach causing the dark-haired man to look back at you and smiled, ‘I knew you couldn’t resist.’

You giggled at his confidence and reminded him to go feeling nothing but contentment and bliss inside your whole body. Whether Jiro would have a question for you today or not, you knew for a very long time now, what the answer would be, so you pressed closer against him and closed your eyes enjoying the ride. 

Koniec

A.N: I couldn’t leave this to be angsty till the end, so I gave it a bonus happy ending from the happy timeline. Thank you for reading. I hope you and your loved ones are alright. Have a nice day 😊

BONTEN MEN and how the tell you they love you

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MIKEY: "before you came into my life, it was nothing but pain"

RAN: "never thought someone will be in my mind more often than anything else but you somehow are"

RINDOU: "I've never thought I would fall for someone this hard but here I am"

SANZU: "you're making my world brighter. better. you are my world"

MOCHI: "I'm not a good guy, but I want to be good just for you"

KOKO: "I never thought I'd fall in love ever again but you made me fall in love with you"

KAKUCHO: "I don't know what I would do without you, I love you so much"

TAKEOMI: "I don't know if I won't fuck up everything but I really hope I won't"

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Tonight russia attacked the historic center of Odesa with ballistic missiles (again). Damaged museums, philharmonic, people’s houses. Bristol Hotel suffered the most damage. Architectural monument, built over 125 years ago, survived WWII, but not “great russian culture”. The historical site of Odesa is protected by UNESCO (as if it means something).

russia gradually destroys beautiful European city i love so much. That’s the only thing barbarians are capable of: destruction.

russia bombs Ukrainian cities daily. It targets civilians, critical infrastructure, churches and historic landmarks.

PS: There were so many explosions, my cats are horrified; every time i tried to feed them, there was another strike. One of my cats threw up because of stress.

Do you know how much time we have to get to safety during ballistic attack? 2-3 minutes (not that there were safe places to begin with: for example, in today’s attack a woman was injured while hiding in a bomb shelter).

Idk why I’m writing this, no one gives a fuck anyway.

PS2: that’s how the Bristol Hotel used to look: