Mystery Girl

Mystery Girl

A/N: hello my luvs! I am happy to say that I am finally back. I had decided to take a break from writing due to school being a bit overwhelming, but overtime I have come up with a lot of new stuff to share with you all! And for now, I'll continue to deliver current and future requests sitting in my mail cause i love doing those for ya'll so, by all means, enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, slight crack

Rindou x Reader

Everyone could agree that Tenjiku, along with its four heavenly kings, were made of the strongest and, quite literally, the most brutal gangsters of the S-62 generation. However, within the gang, everyone could only see each other as nothing more than a bunch of idiotic misfits. 

For example, in the eyes of their fellow gang members, the Haitani brothers may be the supreme rulers of roppongi, but deep down they were just two siblings who got on each other's nerves and made it everyone else’s problem.

It was no secret that the older Haitani was a menace to his little brother and took every opportunity he had to tease Rindou. At first, it was annoying, but over time, it was like daily entertainment for Tenjiku to watch the two brothers bicker. 

Today was no different. 

Rindou was peacefully slouching along one of the beat up couches of their dingy warehouse hideout, eyes glued to his phone, while Ran stared holes into the back of his brother’s blonde and blue locks. The silent question bubbling in his mind: what is he doing so long on his phone? 

This matter particularly disturbed the Haitani, since his brother was less of a socialite, especially when it came to social media. Yet, here he was, messages open, while texting an unknown individual that HE didn’t know about? This was indeed quite odd. 

“Rindou,” he calls. 

No answer, just the sound of his thumbs tapping against the device’s screen.

Huffing, he calls once more, “Rindouuu.” Still nothing.

“What could he be so fixated on?” Kakucho voices next to the older Haitani.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like how this person is getting all this attention from my little brother.” 

That’s when the lightbulb goes off, sparking an idea from the older brother’s mind, his signature mischievous smile spreading on his lips. Sighing in pity, all Kakucho could do was watch as Ran carried out his usual wicked deeds towards his little brother.

One swipe was all it took to snatch Rindou’s phone from his hands, which he quickly responds with an empty grasp of air.

“What the fuck Ran?!”

Ran ignores his sibling as he takes a closer look at his current messages to the unknown stranger. He gasps, and there’s a temporary silence that swells in the air.

“Who is it from?” Izana questions, turning everyone’s curiosity to the brothers.

“R-ran, give it back dammit!” Rindou growls, trying to land a hit on his brother but failing miserably.

Squinting at the bright screen, he takes a moment to register the conversation. His eyes widened,“It’s…”

Izana raises a brow “It’s?”

Ran clears his throat, “….it’s from…a girl?”

The gang was silent, mildly in shock, as they turned to the currently blushing dual-colored younger brother.

“Wait Rindou…,” Mochi voices, breaking the intense silence, “since when do you talk to girls?” he questions.

“Damn straight!” Ran says. “And more importantly, why didn’t you tell your dear big bro?” he whines, throwing a puppy look in his direction.

“Cause’ it's none of your damn business!” Rindou groans, snatching his phone back from his menacing brother’s clutches.

“I always thought the dude was more on the other side of the fence…if you catch my drift,” Shion says in wonder, while Mucho nods in agreement as he glances at Sanzu.

 “I AM NOT GAY!” Rindou shouts, heat growing to his cheeks. “And even if I was, I would rather take the information to my grave than tell any of you idiots.” 

“That’s rather offensive Rindou.” Kakucho frowns, folding his arms and shooting him a pointed look. “We may have our differences, but we’re a gang. Comrades, actually. You could’ve at least said something.” 

“What he said,” Ran interjects, throwing a thumb over to Kakucho beside him.

“So who is it you are talking to that has your undivided attention,” questioned Izana.

Ah, the big question.

Everyone stares, waiting for an answer from Rindou.

He sighs dejectedly as his shoulders slump.

“You know what…you guys already know too much anyway so I might as well…” pinching the bridge of his nose, he breathes in deeply. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Safe to say everyone was completely dumbfounded by the news. 

Especially Ran.

“OH THE HORROR,” he cries dramatically, hand clutching his over his heart as he raises a hand over his head.

“Well…that was…unexpected.” Mutters Kakucho.

“Didn’t think he had it in him.” Mochi shrugs.

Just as fast as the comments swirled, so did the questions as well.

“So…what’s she like?” Shion asks.

Now everyone had huddled around the couch where Rindou had seated himself back on, as he continued to text you. 

“An angel from heaven,” he quickly slaps a hand on his mouth. 

“Gross.” Shion sticks out his tongue. 

“You really are smitten huh?” Ran quips, grinning like a fool. 

“Please, shut up.” 

Bzzz!

y/n: you mind if I drop by? I wanna see you before I go home.

Rindou smiles.

Rindou: Sure babe, I’m at the hideout. I’d like to introduce you to the gang if that’s all right?

y/n: sure! On my way  <333

“She’ll be here soon, so stop asking me about her already. You guys are annoying,” Rindou shoots glares at everyone before going back to staring at his phone. 

“Rin rin? Are you here?” you called out sweetly, voice reverberating throughout the rusty walls of the warehouse. 

Everyone pipes up at the new voice, with Rindou being the first to greet you with open arms and softness in his smile. You run towards him, crashing against him as your arms immediately encircle around his waist, burying your face into the warmth of his tenjiku uniform. 

“Rin! I’ve missed you!” 

“I’ve missed you too bubs,” he mumbles in your hair, planting a kiss on your crown. 

“ ‘Bubs’?! Rindou what the fuck type of lovey dovey shit are you on dude?!” Shion cackles from behind.  

However, it isn’t long before he is face-to-face with you, slack jawed at your beautiful appearance.

Before he could even hit you with one of his newest pick up lines, he immediately hits the ground, face smooshed into the harsh, dirt floor with an imprint of fist on his exposed cheek.

Meanwhile, you stood above him, your once soft gaze now darkened with a menacing aura surrounding you. 

“Don’t you dare talk shit about my boyfriend you prick. You got something to say, you say it to my fuckin’ face.”

The sudden change in attitude was one thing, but having the ability to knock out Shion was different. Especially a girl.

“Did she just…knock out Shion?” 

“Way to state the obvious Kakucho.” Izana mocks, grinning at the misfortune of an unconscious Shion.

“Rindou, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DUDE!”

Ran gasps, pointing an accusing finger at his little brother. “She’s beautiful AND can fight?”

“At least she isn’t like his previous relationships where he ends up getting used or dumped.”

The blatant statement wasn’t too far off either. Ever since Mucho had joined Tenjiku, he had taken notice to Rindou’s frequent change in women overtime in the gang.

Shrugging, he ignores the whole scene while continuing his game of shogi with Sanzu.

“Alright, enough you guys!” Rindou sighs, walking over to you and embracing you from behind. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t worry about them, this is normal. No need to get upset,” he whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. You pout, turning to face your boyfriend. “Rindou, if I were you, I’d beat their asses, but since it’s fine with you then it’s fine with me.”

Nodding, Rindou kisses you on the forehead, smiling sweetly. “Thanks beautiful.”

“You two mind go getting a room, because I can’t stand that new couple shit. Makes me nauseous.” Mochi groans.

“Agreed,” everyone said in unison.

Hey! May I request? Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Mikey (separately) x Timid/Quiet! GN! Reader. Reader has been getting bullied by some classmates for different reasons. Like their introvert tendencies, how they're dating [various] who the bullies think are too good or just using reader because "who'd date them", or etc. It's been going on for so long, until one day their boyfriend ended up finding Reader getting harshly mistreated, and talked down to by those classmates. Their words are harsh, cruel and hurtful, along with their actions, and Reader just takes it.

Hello luv, I have just posted your request! I hope you like it!

hellooo~ may I request a headcannon prompt where the tokyo revengers boys react to y/n passing out? like including the characters draken, ran, etc.

Prompt: TR characters reacting to reader passing out

Genre: Fluff

Characters Included: Draken, Ran, Rindou, Mitsuya

Warnings: mentions/suggestions of syncope in Rindou's part , mentions/suggestions of hypoglycemia (low blood pressure) in Mitsuya's part, mentions/suggestions of anemia in Draken's part, Arrhythmia (heart condition) in Ran's part, reader passes out/temporarily loses consciousness

A/N: heyy luv, here you go! Enjoy!

Draken

The first time you passed out on him, he was freaking out.

He left to go get groceries while you preferred to stay inside and relax since you felt a bit light-headed from the workout you had engaged in with Draken not too long ago.

As soon as he leaves, you pass out right on the couch, immediately blacking out.

Checking for his keys, Draken realizes he must have left them back in the house, so he goes back inside, only to find you passed out on the sofa.

Now, he's used to knowing what to do when things go south, always staying composed and making sure you weren't in any lethal danger, but when he doesn't understand what had caused you to pass out, he immediately dials your doctor's number, which was embedded into a silver bracelet you wore that had all your medical information.

When he gets through, the doctor immediately explains the situation, informing him that you suffered from anemia and things like this are normal for you and instructs that the only kind of danger you would be in is if you weren't breathing or waking up after five minutes had passed.

When the doctor explains that passing out is inevitable, Draken somewhat relaxes, but was still concerned about when you would wake up.

Thanking the doctor, he hangs up and gets you comfortable on the couch, making sure to prop your head on a pillow so you could breathe easier.

When you do eventually wake up, he's asking you if you're alright, how you feel, or if you need anything.

When you confirm that you're ok, he immediately scolds you while flicking your forehead. Half angry and half hurt that you didn't tell him about your condition sooner.

"What if you needed actual medical attention and you weren't wearing your bracelet? I wouldn't have been able to know what to do!"

Don't worry though, when he does calm down, he's quick to pull you close to him and nuzzle into the crook of your neck as his tough exterior melts away, making him succumb to your gentle touches and loving words.

From then on, he always goes to your frequent doctor appointments and makes sure to know all he can about your condition, so next time he'll be prepared.

     Ran

You had Arrhythmia, a heart condition, and on some occasions when you drink caffeine or don't keep your cholesterol under control, you end up having to take your medication or deal with passing out for a few minutes after taking your medication.

Of course, Ran was aware about your condition after he had experienced you passing out on the floor after accidentally drinking some of his coffee.

When there were days you would pass out he'd still be a bit on edge, since sometimes you'd stay out cold for a little too long, but he'd stay calm and prop your head up while occasionally checking if you're breathing was steady.

Sometimes when he'd tease you or prank you, you would use your condition to scare him by acting like you had passed out again.

When you would do that, he'd scold you and apologize to you as long as you didn't try to do it again. (despite how teasing and carefree he is, he couldn't stand the thought of losing you.)

I suggest you get use to him wanting to follow you wherever you go. He's scared to leave you alone, even in the confines of your home, since he knows you can be vulnerable when you do pass out.

When he's not around, he makes sure that Rindou or some men are around you or knows your location at all times.

When you get a medical ID bracelet for your condition, he goes the extra mile to customize it and decorate it with your favorite charms.

Rindou

Similar to Draken, he wasn't aware of your health condition that causes you to pass out and ends up finding out when he finds you passed out.

However, Ran, your best friend, was quite aware that you suffered from syncope and was sworn to secrecy to not tell his younger brother.

Your reasoning for not telling Rindou was due to the fact that you were scared of how he would react, and more importantly, you didn't want to be a burden to him. But, you knew he'd find out at some point, so you decided you would tell him when you felt ready.

He left you with Ran at his place when he decided to go to the corner store to surprise you with your favorite snacks.

On cue, when he had stepped out of the house, you immediately told Ran that you felt dizzy.

The older haitani was quick to guide you into the living room and lay you down with your head resting on a couple of pillows, while covering you with a blanket.

He sits close by on the floor, scrolling on his phone while occasionally checking your breathing.

When Rindou comes back with a bag full of goodies and sees you "asleep" with Ran next to you on the floor, immediately his boyfriend senses start to tingle.

He'll question Ran and why he was on the floor, knowing well enough his brother prefers the comfort of pillows than the harshness of flat surfaces.

And, with a straight face, he answered, "Oh, yeah, y/n's passed out and won't wake up for a while, so I let her have the couch."

Rindou is slack jawed with wide eyes as he glances between your "sleeping" form and Ran's calm expression before dropping the bag of snacks and smacking him upside the head away from you as he shakes your shoulders and calls for you to wake up.

Let's just say it took all it had in Ran to not knock his younger brother out to calm him down, since he was practically fuming and freaking out at the same time.

When he's got Rindou in a hold, he quickly explains your condition and the occasions of you passing out, and the reason why he wasn't told earlier about your health condition.

He's shocked, as well as saddened by your fear of how he'd react, understanding that he wasn't the best at handling his emotions or expressing his feelings and realized it was reasonable as to why you hesitated to tell him.

When the two of them seperate from one another and Rindou is calm, he settles next to Ran on the floor beside you, while holding his breath anxiously as he waits for you to wake up.

When you do wake up, he's quick to pull you into a hug and mutter a bunch of apologies and 'I love you's' in your ear.

"Don't ever hide something like this from me. I'll love you no matter what you idiot."

After that, expect to be pampered more than usual.

He'll accompany you to your doctor appointments, walk with you even if he doesn't feel like it, and constantly text you to see if you're ok.

Goes the extra mile to order cute matching emergency bracelets so you can notify him when your passed out as well as a medical ID so just in case he isn't around you, someone will see it on you and know what to do.

     Mitsuya

Eight months into your relationship with Mitsuya, you had worked up the courage to tell him about your health condition and that you suffered from hypoglycemia since you were a kid after Hakkai had insisted you tell him at some point.

He wasn't shocked since he had noticed you were careful with what you ate and how much sugar you consumed.

However, he became more aware of you and was extra careful with you as well, since he wanted to make sure you were comfortable around him with your condition.

He did a lot of research about hypoglycemia and how it to affects you.

When you first pass out on him, he's quick to react and check if you were breathing.

He sets you down on your shared bed and waits for you to wake up with your hand held in his.

When you wake up, you're quick to apologize, since you were embarrassed that you had passed out in front him for the first time.

"There's no need to apologize. After all, a sleeping beauty like you has a prince she can rely on, so don't worry so much." SBJSBDJ HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART

Expect a lot of acts of service. He'll make sure you don't lift a finger and make alternative foods for you to eat so you can enjoy the same things he can enjoy.

When you aren't in the mood for eating, he'll coax, or sometimes beg, for you to eat something because he is worried about your blood pressure dropping too low.

However, when you are in the mood to eat, but not in the mood to follow your dietary restrictions you try to sneak eating a few sweets or some junk food.

Keyword "try"

Mitsuya almost always catches you trying to eat things your not suppose to, lecturing you that it wasn't good for you and that you shouldn't be careless about your health.

When he's done scolding you he'll let you slide with eating one or two sweets or the junk food you were craving, since he understands that it must be hard for you to be limited to things other people can enjoy. When your finished and end up feeling dizzy after eating, he'll watch over you when you pass out.

When he sees you stir when you are about to wake up from passing out, he'll press a long, sweet kiss to your lips to wake you up.

Probably the most relatable thing said in this entire final arc

forget-me-nots

Based on request here

Genre: Angst, Angst and no comfort

Bonten Sanzu x Traitor!Reader

Warnings: Mentions/suggestions of drugs, mentions/suggestions of usage of drugs, suggestions/mentions of death, mentions/suggestions of blood, injury, cursing, trauma, scars, reader dies, torture, weapons, angst

Sanzu sighs, walking over to your quivering form on the bloody floor of your apartment. How pathetic. “Now Doll~” he hums, crouching to meet you at your eye-level, bloody katana in hand, “you know the rules. So there’s no point in cryin’ now.'' 

True. You did know. You knew what would happen the moment you even thought about betraying Bonten. About betraying Mikey, and the consequences that would follow after doing so.

Slowly, the tip of the blade grazes your arms, now burning and stinging. The pungent odor of copper and flesh fills your once, comforting home, a smell that was absolutely intoxicating to the crazed man in front of you. You were too weak to try to fight back anymore. Your body was growing numb and losing feeling. Everything around you was slowly becoming nothing but a blur and it was getting harder to stay awake for much longer. 

“S-sanzu,” you whimper, “please,” you hiccup, “I didn’t have a choice…they were gonna hurt you,” you whimpered, fresh drops of salty tears running down your cracked face and into your bleeding cuts. 

He scoffs, “You idiot. You still don’t get it?” 

His once amused and bright, blue eyes instantly turn as cold as ice as he casts a contorted look of disgust and disappointment, “It doesn’t matter what happens to me…or to anyone else. All that matters is the king. I thought I had made that clear to you when you first started working for me.” he sighs, pushing off his knees to stand on his feet. 

“That’s right…,” you murmur to yourself, slumping against the floor as you give in to the fatigue washing over you, “I did break the rules, I betrayed Mikey, I put the whole organization at risk and that makes me a liability. But, for the most part, it was certainly worth my life.”

Your eyes were void of its usual glint of life and your body grew completely numb and cold. You rest your head against the hardened wall, now staring up at the last person’s face you’ll ever see. “I’m glad that I met you, you know.” 

Sanzu quirks a brow, “You're on the verge of dying and yet you have the nerve to say you were glad to have met me? I’m gonna kill you soon.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “I’d rather it be you than anyone else.” 

Despite his cold words and his familiar unreadable poker face, you could tell that something was holding him back from killing you. Or maybe you were just hoping he’d take pity on you. Either way, you were content with what was to come.

You turned your head to watch the pendulum of the wooden clock stored in the small corner of your apartment. You close your eyes, honing in the sound of the miniscule tics counting down the last few moments of your life. 

Dying with regrets was way worse than dying itself.

The grim sound of midnight struck, and finally, it was time. You slightly peek an eye out, fluttering your half-lidded eyes as you watch Sanzu put on his black leather gloves. 

“Any last words?” His voice was unusually soft, almost calm. It was as if he was getting ready to say goodbye. 

You grinned, “That’s awfully generous of you.” 

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

Your boss was never one to go back on his word. Even if he was about to kill someone. He was honest, and surprisingly, quite fair. 

You couldn’t help but feel pity for him. How lonely he must be.

“Please take better care of yourself in the future and remember to water the flowers,” you smiled up at him one last time, “and if you ever want to talk…just remember I’m always here.”

And that was all.

The little twisted voice laughed and shouted in his head, mocking I told you so! 

 He knew it was going to happen eventually. He always knew that at some point, he’d be forced to end your life, just like the rest of the traitors murdered by his hand.

High or not, Sanzu could sniff a rat a mile away. That’s what he was good at. What he was trained to do. What he was made for. And, like all the other poor souls that thought they could get away with such treachery, you had met your gruesome demise by his hands. But, despite your actions, he still held a sincerity towards you, even after he had murdered you. Sanzu sighs, throwing his head back against the leather headrest of his office chair. 

It’s been a day since your death. Most of the executives of Bonten knew what had happened, but didn’t care much, seeing how Sanzu had gone through more than just a few of his assistants. Everyone just went about their day as usual. Business was business. 

Yet, the pink-haired man seemed more distant than usual, which wasn’t missed by his boss.

“Sanzu pay attention.” Mikey’s hardened voice warned. 

No matter what he did, his mind was constantly occupied by you.

The things you would do on a normal day, the conversations he had with you on break, even the small things about you, he remembers it all.

And it was fucking bugging him.

 His head was pounding at the thought of you. The dead traitor he justifiably murdered in order to preserve the existence of Bonten.

He runs his hands down his face, scooting up to his desk to finish the rest of the paperwork he needed to finish. Picking up some papers, he squints to read some of the fine prints, only to slam them back down on the dark wooden surface. 

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He glances at the left side of his workspace, studying the small flower pot of tiny blue and yellow flowers. 

“Don’t forget to water the flowers.” 

That’s right. You had given him those flowers not too long ago. You were so happy when you did, as if you had poured your heart into the gift itself.

He stares at it, as if it were you staring right back at him with that same bright smile of yours. 

Sanzu’s fists were balled up until his knuckles showed white, his jaw locked as he glared at the pot. He gets up, grabbing the flowers and chucking them across his office. 

I need to forget. 

He seats himself back in his chair before hastily digging for the drugs he had kept stored in his office drawer. His hands were shaking before even sniffing the damn stuff. 

Why was he shaking? He didn’t know. All he wanted was to forget everything. Forget what he did. Forget you.

He’s quick to dump the powdery contents on his desk, not caring about wasting it. Separating a good amount into four thin lines, he quickly inhales each line, one by one, ignoring the burning fumes of his nose as he finishes most of the contents. 

Soon, the familiar rush of adrenaline and the blurriness of his surroundings are present to his now disoriented senses. His mind was groggy, his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he slowly fell unconscious, succumbing to the peaceful darkness of his clouded mind. 

I need to forget. 

Leaning back into his chair, he relaxes, letting all the tension melt away as his eyes flutter shut, letting the drugs take effect, letting his mind wander back to the past. The past with you, that is.

The first day you had been assigned to him, he thought he’d be through with you in less than a week. But, boy, was he wrong. You were different from the rest of the female workers in Bonten. You didn’t care for money, or fame, or power. Hell, you didn’t even care for sex nor spending time with the other Bonten members. 

But, the one thing you did care about was him. 

Every morning you would bring Sanzu his usual bitter hazelnut brewed cup of coffee while greeting him with a sickly sweet smile, and in turn, he would return it with the edges of his diamond shaped scarred lips upturned into a small toothy grin followed by his cheesy earl morning greeting, “mornin’ doll~”. It took him a while to warm up to, but you certainly grew on him. Just a bit.

What was more puzzling to him, was your caring and kind nature towards him, despite the knowledge of what he did and the things he’s done.

Whenever he was high out of his mind and curled up on his office chair, you’d always be there to watch over him and do any remaining reports he had long forgotten after seeking solace in the various substances he would carry around in his suit pockets. 

Or when he would argue with the Haitani brothers, you’d always take his side, even if he was wrong or just spouting nonsense. Deep down, Sanzu could tell that you had a knack for reading people. For reading him. After all, you were around him most of the time, especially when he would mumble random shit when he was high and asleep. 

When he was hurt after coming back from his usual hazardous missions, you were always waiting for him in his office late at night with a first aid kit in hand to patch him up. 

When he spent his restless nights drinking his soul away in an old bar, you would sit with him until he passed out cold so you could take him back to your place to sober up. 

It was almost ironic how both of you acted so similar, yet so different. It was like you had your own sixth sense that was built into you just so you could take care of the troubled man you’d grown to be fond of. Just like how he had his own to protect Mikey at all costs.

“Why the hell are you around me all the damn time? I don’t pay you to be my caretaker.” he huffs, glaring at you from across from him as you stitch up a cut he had earned not too long ago. 

You giggled at his usual gruff behavior, “I thought it was obvious haru,” you grin, the nickname music to the wounded man’s ears as he fights back a smile, forcing out a frown of displeasure. 

“I wouldn’t be asking if I knew. And quite calling me that. It’s ‘boss’ to you.” you smiled.

“All right, I’m done!” getting up, you place the medical kit back to where it belongs in the office.

Sanzu groans as he gets up, his body aching all over. Rolling his neck, he turns around, meeting your bright e/c shining eyes.

He narrows his eyes, “What?”

You hummed, “I have something for you.”

“And?” he asks, folding his arms.

You grinned, presenting a small brown garden pot, with small, bright blue flowers. You walk towards the tall man, gently taking his hands one by one to hold the pot. “They’re called ‘forget-me-nots’. I heard they bring luck and protection, so I thought I would stop by the flower shop to buy you some.”

He nods absentmindedly, “You certainly did your homework on a bunch of useless plants.” 

Your smile slowly faded, dejected at his words. 

“But you’ve missed a couple things.”

You pipe up at his sudden interest, eyes blinking owlishly, “I…did?”

He hums, holding the pot higher to get a better look at the flowers, “It isn’t just a symbol for protection and luck, it also symbolizes true love. The plant has a story of origin, you know.”

Sanzu waltzes over to his desk, gently placing the pot on the corner of his desk and leaning against the opposite side of it.

 “The origin of these flowers were based in Germany. The whole name itself was German. The fable behind them starts off  with a couple walking near the Danube River and they had came across these bright blue flowers. The man goes to get the flowers for the woman, but in doing so, the flowers were dropped and swept away by the river and in the end tells her that he should never forget him, which is how the flowers got the name ‘forget-me-nots.’ ”

He smirks at your shocked and slightly flushed expression. “I see…then, perhaps I made the wrong choice in flowers?”

“Not at all. I think it conveys quite a message.”  he muses. His gaze continues to hold your own. 

“I don’t suppose you happen to try to express more than just concern for my safety?” he asked.

You cleared your throat. “As a matter of fact, you're right.” 

“And?”

You sigh, cheeks growing warmer as you look to the ground. “I love you Sanzu.” 

He already knew that, but he just wanted to hear you say it. He hums pushing off the desk, walking over to where you stood. He brings a hand to tilt your head up to meet his gaze, “That’s quite the statement doll.” He leans over, lips hovering over your own, “Do you wanna know why I keep you around?” 

“Why?”

He grins, “It’s cuz’ I love you too.” 

Sanzu’s eyes are blown wide, his grip tightening on his chair as he gasps for hair. He was covered in cold sweat. His hair was disheveled, and his hands were trembling. 

Why can’t I forget? 

He knew why. God he wished he didn’t, but he knew.

It’s because, for the first time in his life, he had truly loved someone who loved him back, and because of him he wouldn’t be able to take your love back anymore. He wouldn’t be able to take back what he did.

 “Sanzu?” you whispered, your honied voice catching the attention of the pink-haired man.

“What is it?” he sighs, not paying you any attention as he squints to read what was on the packet of documents he was looking over.

You smiled, “Don’t forget me.” 

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “What?” 

“I promise to never forget you, so promise me the same, ok?” 

He looked up, staring for a brief moment in bewilderment, before pulling over his cold exterior.

“You mind if I talk with you later doll? Kinda busy right now,” he says gruffly, turning back to the documents scattered across his desk. You chuckled, bowing before exiting his office. 

Glancing back to the pot of flowers on his desk, he says “I promise, I’ll never forget you.”

hi are you able to make a part two for this post? :0 if not that’s fine!! im in love with ur writing

Genre: Angst, Angst/No Comfort

Part Two of TR characters x estranged!reader

Included Characters: Ran, Kokonoi, Kazutora

⚠️TW/CW⚠️: pure angst, mentions of death, cursing, mentions/suggestions of suicide and attempted suicide, gaslighting, jealousy, mild injury, depression, self-harm in Kazutora’s part, manipulation, mentions of obsessions, trauma

A/N: Per-request, here is a part two of TR characters who are jealous with estranged!reader. Buckle up and get your tissues ready, this is gonna hurt you just as much as it hurt me 🥲 Enjoy!

Ran

“Seriously, y/n, you should go,” Rindou says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you from entering the club he and Ran owned. “No! Is Ran alright? I haven’t seen him in weeks and I’m worried sick!” you cry, trying to push past the younger Haitani, only for him to once again, gently pull you away from the club’s entrance by your shoulder. Frustrated, he grips your other shoulder, forcing you to still and face him, “y/n I know you're upset-” “I’m not!” you cut off. Rindou huffs before speaking up once again, “y/n I don’t want you to get hurt, please just go home and I can explain everything later.” “But, Rindou-” “God you’re so annoying,” a voice rings through the air, turning both yours and Rindou’s head to face the very root of the commotion between you two. Ran walks over to the two of you, gently patting Rindou on the shoulder to signal him to go back inside. Rindou’s grip tightens on your shoulder, hesitant to leave you to your demise, but he knew he couldn’t defy his brother. He lets go of you and walks back into the club. Gritting your teeth, you turn to Ran, “Ran, where have you been..,” you reach out to try to take his hand only for the dual-haired male to smack it away, “That’s none of your business.” “What?” Scoffing, he shakes his head before stepping closer to you, an unfamiliar anger radiates from him, an emotion that you’ve never seen directed at you before, “Are you fucking dumb or what? Can’t you see I don’t want you around anymore?” His words hurt, they hurt more than any stab wound or injury that could ever be inflicted on you. “Ran I…if there’s something I did wrong-” you were cut off with a slap to the face, the sudden action stinging your cheek raw. “I don’t want to see your pathetic face again. The only reason I was friends with you was because I felt sorry for you, but now I see why you didn’t have any in the first place.” That was all he said before walking off back into the brightly lit building, leaving you in the silence of the cold streets, with fresh wounds to mend all on your own. 

That night you stayed awake thinking about Ran had said about being your friend out of pity and it broke your heart knowing damn well it was true

You never had any friends due to your reputation for being “clingy” and “two-faced smarty pants” so maybe that’s why Ran didn’t want to be around you anymore

When you would go to school, life was hell. Everyone would whisper rumors about what had happened between you and the older Haitani. “I heard they were fwb.” “He was probably friends with her because she’s the smartest student in the school.” “For someone so smart, she’s really dumb to associate with a Haitani!”

You barely ate or slept, obsessed with your studies and upholding the title of the “smartest student” because it was the only thing you had left.

Some days when you see Ran around in school, you feel angry at what he did to you, but would also feel jealous of the multiple friends he had around him wherever he went.

It was as if he was silently telling you, “You’ll always be nothing but know-it-all”

Sometimes Rindou would come by your house to tend to your health after seeing you lose so much weight and letting yourself go, but you’d make sure to lock your doors–and windows–so that you didn’t have to face him because of how stupid you felt after not listening to him.

If you had stayed home, if you had just listened to Rindou, would things have been different? Would you still have Ran as your only friend?

Kokonoi

“What are you doing?” I questioned Kokonoi. He grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he furrows his brows. Pouting, you take a seat across from him in the library, smirking at his attempts to try to ignore your presence. “For a gangster, you sure do act childish, Kokonoi,” you mock. Yet, Kokonoi remained focused on what he was reading. “What would Akane think of you now if she saw you living the life of a thug?” Slam! Slowly looking up from where his attention was focused, he finally greets your devious gaze with a murderous look. “What the hell do you want?” “It’s such a shame,” fauxed disappointment crosses your features, “you would’ve been quite the guy if you weren’t living the life of scum.” You calmly sigh as you pick up the book that your old friend had slammed on the table. Koko was livid, blood boiling and all, but he’d be damned if he lost his composure and gave you the satisfying humiliation you sought in him, “I could say the same about you. Despite being the top student at your school, you have the mind of scum yourself,” he remarks. Chuckling, you shake your head, “No wonder why Inupi hasn’t abandoned you yet.” Your face drops, dead eyes boring into Kokonoi, “You’re so pitiful, even for a money-making genius.” On the outside, it would seem as if your words bounced right off of the collected male. However, deep down, his heart was bleeding slowly as you ridiculed him and exploited his trauma for your own benefit. He refused to give in to your sadistic satisfactions. Stubborn as he may be, Koko could never ignore or refuse the pain that came with your sharp words.

You and Kokonoi had fallen out of touch after the death of your friend Akane, due to the fact that you blamed him for just rescuing Inui and not Akane.

Both of you were smart, and were complete geniuses when it came to making money. And, despite being on bad terms with each other, you both silently competed with one another as to who could earn more money when the opportunity arose.

And, sure, you highly disliked Koko for his obsessiveness with Akane, but what really topped it off was when he had dragged Inui into the life of delinquency with him.

Sometimes, you’d wonder if Koko only stayed with Inupi because he looked so much like his sister, slowly coming to the realization that he never moved on from Akane.

You would worry that he’d possibly get Inupi killed due to his stubbornness and obsession, so from then on you did everything in your power to stop his efforts of success, even if it meant holding Akane's death over his head.

Fun fact: Your just as obsessed with Inupi as Koko is

When you see Inupi around school, you try to turn him against Kokonoi and try to convince him to come back to school and quit living as a thug.

Kokonoi does the same, but tries to manipulate him into believing that he’ll help him revive the Black Dragons to the way they are again.

Kazutora

“I’ll kill him,” Kazutora mutters as he throws another dart at Mikey’s picture. Rolling your eyes, you continue to tend to your studies on the floor. “Could you keep it down, I’m trying to study.” A sigh escapes your lips as you witness yet another dart pierce the picture of the young gang leader in the photo. “What do you even have against Mikey, he knows you didn’t mean-” “How the hell would you know?!” he suddenly shouts, his shadow swallowing your small frame as he towers over you with a hateful aura. You keep calm, gently placing your things down as you stand up to challenge the duel- hair colored boy. “Because if he thought you did it on purpose, he would’ve killed you by now.” He scoffs, “So you're taking his side huh? What? You want me gone too?” he growled. “What? No! I’m just saying, you don’t have to resort to violence to solve your problems!” you shoot back. “If you just-” “NO!” his raised voice catches you off guard, completely freezing you in place. “Why the hell should I listen to you when you don’t even know what it’s like to be in my place?” he hisses, glaring daggers at your cowering figure. “You grew up with a fucking spoon on a fucking silver platter. Even now, you get anything and everything without having to fight or work for it.” Your lips trembled as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “Kazutora…t-that’s not… ” “It is! You’re just a spoiled bitch that gets what she wants because you had friends to support you. You had parents to support you. But guess what, not everyone has the life you live, so don’t tell me how to deal with my problems when you've never been through your own. God, why does a girl like you even exist?” It was as if your whole world was shattering all at once. Why did he say that? Was it all really true? Warm streaks of tears cascaded down your face as you slowly broke down at your friend’s words. “Wow,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “what the fuck are you crying for? If you’re really this miserable over a few words, then why don’t you do the world a fucking favor and go die somewhere. The last thing someone wants is a crybaby goodie-two-shoes.” “Why, Kazutora?” you whimper, “why are you saying this, I didn’t mean to-” “Get out.” “W-what?” Growling, he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the door of his house, “I said,” he throws you down on the concrete of his porch along with your things, “Get the hell out! Go away! Go kill yourself and leave me be!”

That day, you didn’t understand why Kazutora drove you away, but regardless it didn’t stop you from going into a depression.

No matter how much you tried to study to drive away your thoughts, it wouldn’t work.

You couldn’t sleep at night, feeling guilty about your upbringing and thinking how much Kazutora had suffered in his past as a kid, while you sat home with everything you needed while your parents took care of everything.

You developed the habit of often apologizing for things that weren’t your fault and your self-esteem had gone down a lot, so you were constantly putting yourself down.

You hadn’t seen Kazutora that much during school either, but he certainly saw you, as well as the way your other friends would crowd around you, asking about your day and how you were feeling and complimenting the newest clothes you were wearing. It made him more pissed off seeing how you had the life he never got to have and yet despite what you were feeling, you still had people to support you.

On rare occasions when you did see Kazutora around school, he’d insult you or flat out curse you out whenever you so much as looked at him. He hated you with a passion and the fact that you were seeking him out caused him to fester his hatred.

Eventually, he escalated to bullying you when it was clear you wouldn’t leave him alone and you’d just accept because you thought that you deserved it.

One day, Kazutora had ended up having a group of gang members beat you until sunrise and afterwards you went home and ended up cutting your wrists. 

Your parents had to drive you to the hospital and when you had explained to them what happened and what you did, you never went back to school again and was homeschooled until further notice.