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SHE was a simple person. One that was just trying to work to survive.

Her job was not so simple, but it was fun to do. She was a nurse that cared for people with mental problems. Issues such as depression and anxiety. She worked in the local rehabilitation center that she had worked in for years now.

Her loving, caring personality led to many patients enjoying her as their company when needed. But, this was also the cause of the downfall of her health. Either way she continued overwork her body for those who suffered from such mental illnesses.

Though she was loved by different people, it didn't mean everyone in the facility loved her. For one particular patient did not adore her like the others do. In fact they loathed her with passion.

One day she was attending to some medicine that needed to be organized, and the crazy patient decided it was their chance to ruin the female who had worked hard enough to make them feel at home.

Creeping behind the female, they reared back making sure he aimed for the place of the heart. After a quick calculation of how their actions would go, they brought the knife down. Just as Name turned around.

The last thing she remembered was a knife heading towards her screaming figure, and a piercing pain that spread all over her body. Sending waves of pain, then everything turned dark.

"Miss?" Her eyes flung open as she bolted up, panting. A damp towel was on her head, and bandages covered her neck.

She was in a massive room, it screamed rich at her face. It seemed peaceful.. Befits it since it was supposed to be an infirmary.

She looked to see that there was a young male staring at her in disbelief.

When she tried speaking, the words came out all scratchy. Her throat felt parched. "Wa...ter...." She whispered, her head was killing her. Her pain could not possibly be worse right now.

The male was seemed even more surprised now, rushing to get what she wanted.

This place... This didn't seem like any of the hospitals in the town she lives in. Where was she?

"Good to see that you've finally awoke, Miss Arquette." Huh? Arquette..? That clearly was not her last name was this male mistaken. "Is something wrong?" The male asked, sitting down on the bed. He leaned down and brushed a bit of hair away from her eyes.

She found herself staring at a tall man with beautiful azure eyes. He looked like someone from an anime or manga of sorts.

The male's actions were gentle and friendly. Like he knew who she was that sat here, even though she had no idea who he was.

"I'm sorry who are you..?" The male's gentle kind eyes suddenly switched to a hardened cold look.

"You don't remember me?" He asked, clearly pissed off that she was unaware of who he was.

"No.." "Then, I'm going to kill that bastard who poisoned you." The male declared just as the young servant from earlier came into the room with water and tea for her.

"O-Oh! Duke Floyen." The servant bowed respectfully at the duke who stared at him with interest.

Floyen..? This name was familiar somehow. Then it hit her. Duke Regis Adri Floyen was a man from the novel she had been reading. The person whose daughter was mistreated by him.

So she had died and been reincarnated in this world as a noble of a different family. But, what was her relation with Regis Floyen?

"Regis..?" She whispered. She had hesitated on calling him by his name, but he seemed to relax when she said it.

He nodded at her state. "So you just needed a bit of recognition. I shall check on you tonight, after my training."

After a while of being bedridden, she was finally energized enough to take walks and attend garden parties.

This world was so different from her simple modern life. She was eager to see how it unfolds.

Currently she had no goal until she started recollecting her memories of the novel.

So far in this current timeline Regis has not met his wife, Amelia. So that was her current goal. To bring them together and at least make the storyline go as it should. As well as another thing, keep Regis from ignoring his daughter.

As far as she knew Regis and Jubelian had never made any affectionate actions towards one another therefore that was the second priority.

As she wrote the things down, she thought of another thing.

The main goal shouldn't be trying to keep the storyline together. It should be trying to keep alive. She realized that it was hard enough to do, yet it is necessary to live long enough to see Jubelian and Regis' relationship grow.

Now that the plan was made came the hard part. Keeping the plan in track.

A sigh escaped her lips when she finally put down the quill. She pushed her messy sweaty hair out of her hair.

Once she was in tiptop shape, the duke sent for her. From what she understood from the meeting, which wasn't much, was that she was supposedly something like Regis' therapist when he felt depressed or uneasy especially after battles.

Her replies were just nods and shaking her head since as far as she knew, lower rankings were not allowed to speak unless spoken to.

This was easy since it was basically her job before she died and got here. When she left, a feeling of excitement replaced her nervous feeling when she had arrived.

This could get her closer to Regis. The closer she was, the easier it'd be to convince him to love his daughter in the near future.

Heyo! Thought I'd drop in with a request, but realized I couldn't tell if they were closed or not, so! If they're open, I have a small (I hope?) request/idea for you! If they're closed... Well, refer to the end of this for the relevant information (it's relevant either way, I'm just saying you can skip the request).

Anyways-

The request: So... I was wondering if you could do a multi character scenario or something? I had an idea where Y/N (probably from our world or something, for plot convenience) manages to get the power to remove Kagaya's curse (plat! Relationship with him. Like, he thinks of them as his child?) But, the repercussions of said power is that the curse is now transferred to them and they hide they have it until they physically can't anymore? Um... Yeah. But, basically, what would everyone's reactions be?

But, yeah. That's it for the request.

NOW!

The relevant information:

Your writing is amazing. Keep it up. YOU are amazing. I hope your life is going well, and that it only gets better. Anyways, have a good day/afternoon/night/whatever-it-is-when-you-see-this. 💜

Unknown Angel

Pairing: Hashiras x reader/ Platonic! Kagaya x reader

Category: angst

Warning(s)/note(s):gn! Reader, death, talk and descriptions of diseases(Kagaya’s curse), platonic! Kagaya, reader got isekai-d into kny, author took a deep dive down Japanese mythology/folklore but i’m no expert so i apologize for any inaccuracies and feel free to correct me! Not proofread

A/n: OMG OMG OMG THIS IS SO SWEET thank you so much for the kind words, it really means a lot to me that you enjoy my writing! And thank you for reading my fics! I hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night as well alongside all the joy in life 💕🍡🎐 also! My requests are open! Creating a request rules post has completely escaped my mind but i’ll get to it soon!

It was the soothing tranquility, strangely yet comfortingly frolicking around you in what you imagined to be similar to the mist that slightly alleviated the inner turmoil that was eating at your insides.

Even with the Master’s requests of being given an Estate, you had asked to be accommodated in a regular minka, far from the Estates of the hashiras, far from the Master himself, far from prying eyes and into a secluded location only the leader of the Corps and yourself knew about. It had seemed ridiculous, you knew you had been surely criticized by the other slayers(which was further backed by the fact that Sanemi had all too happily sneered in your direction upon hearing of your request), but you knew you needed to be far away from everyone else to be able to put your plan into action. You would not be a burden. Instead, you would remove the burden from their shoulders.

One would think, being transported into an anime would be the root of newfound love, friendships and all the goodies. But was the really true, when you were here with a role to fulfill? And not your typical become a demon-slayer and defeat Muzan role though..perhaps you’d play a small role in achieving that. On your first night when Shinobu Kocho had graciously volunteered to house you, your sleep had been interrupted by a shikigami. Perhaps, waking up screaming in the middle of the night would alert the entire Butterfly Estate which is exactly what happened. And Shinobu Kocho had barged into your room with her sword at the ready. But when she’d set sight on the bird, she reassured you- and you had the feeling her patience wore thin- that crows often flew into the manor at night.

But crows don’t bring foreboding news, do they? After Kocho had retreated back to her room, it was in a dry voice that the so called crow had announced your purpose amidst lots of squawking; to rid the Ubuyashiki line of their curse.

It seemed to wait for you to pick your jaw back up from the ground before continuing with its explanation. What you had previously mistaken to be a mission to kill Muzan(which before you had gotten thrown into the anime, you had thought to be the only way to remove the curse) turned out to actually be a piece of cake.

Fruit cake.

Removing the curse as a whole would be impossible without the death of Muzan—and you had taken pride in saying told ya to the crow who promptly pecked you— but it could be transferred from one body to another. In this case, from Kagaya to yourself. You had visibly winced at that, contemplating the pros and the cons. You had little choice but to accept as you knew you were not skilled enough to become slayer. Perhaps this little contribution the corps could go a long way, right? Even if it meant gambling your life away.

You had performed the ritual unbeknownst to anyone, spilling your blood which had sealed the path the curse would take to leave the Master’s body and enter yours. You had watched as the veins on his forehead lessened and more appeared on yours instead. Day by day, his health improved while yours deteriorated. Though you felt the satisfaction at being useful for once, it did hurt to say goodbye to your life, watching it recede little by little.

The shikigami stayed by your side, that much you were grateful for. In your stead, it flew around the Corps, gathering information and reporting back to you. You knew then, that their happiness was short-lived, because they had found a new source of worry. You.

It seemed to them that you had completely skipped off the radar. Though Kagaya remained true to his words of not disclosing your location, he was being pestered so to speak about your current state.

When he did visit, the truth which you had tried so hard to conceal was at last revealed. He had nearly fallen when witnessing your state. You mirrored himself when he was younger, sicklier. Nothing coming from you helped ease the tension and at the end, all he could do was cradle your weak body like a child’s and weep.

The hashiras knew something was wrong when their had returned and carefully avoided the topic of interest. What would he tell them? That you were dying? That you had done something which should place you at the head of the Corps because you were more deserving of the place than him. But they deserved to know. In their absence, the curse had advanced too far— in fact it seemed to have quickened its pace after the transmission— and by the time Muzan would be defeated..

You hadn’t been expecting a reunion or anything. You hadn’t thought of throwing around a pity party. Perhaps it was unfair to them, but you had thought it better to drift off into the afterlife without informing anyone. Your reasoning was that it would lessen the pain. Besides, it’s not like mattered.

Why, then, was your shikigami trying to chase them away from your house?

The first person to materialize by your side was Mitsuri. Her voice turned shrill when she tried, tried to ask you what you had done but the hiccups and sobbing made it hard for her to fully form sentences and she took to instead hugging you, sobbing into your shoulder. While the others didn’t have such a hysterical reaction, they were still stunned, watching the scene unfold. They seemed unsure of how to react and you didn’t blame them. Oh, if only they hadn’t come. Your sight had been long lost to the curse but you knew by the sound of the footsteps and the by the rough skin of the hands that was tracing the scarred skin on your forehead, that Sanemi was also worried.

Your skin pricked from their gazes, you knew they had gotten closer. Maybe they were surrounding you? You could only offer a sad smile and you felt Mitsuri sob a little harder. Throughout the time you had spent with them, though short, you had built a special bond with each of them(though some of them blatantly refused to admit it). And now, they were watching your lifeline disappear and just as unexpectedly as you had appeared into their lives, you would be gone. They understood better than anyone that lives were precious things, that it could so easily be ripped away. Becoming a member of the Demon Slayer Corps wad akin to signing your death warrant. But you weren’t even a part of it. You weren’t dying because of a demon. It was on your own volition that you had helped them, washing away a centuries’ old curse.

This was not a fairytale because if it were, perhaps they wouldn’t have been by your side as you took in your last breath.

yooo!!!! not sure if you're taking requests rite now... but if you are. can i have an HCs on a yandere tengen (and his wives) reaction on finding out their future S/O iS NOT into a polyamory relationship, please?

Sure, I like this idea! Hope this was to your liking🤗 !

Sorry but, I'm not into that...

Tengen (with wives) x future S/O reader

Definitely had caught Tengen's attention first. Doing this, you had to stand out from most people. So it was most likely the way you held yourself that got him interested in you.

His wife's found out about you through Tengen of course. And seeing how you made Tengen feel, they of course got curious themselves and wanted to met you.

He didn't know exactly what he was feeling at the time. So curiously, he just went with it. As he got to know you more and enjoying the company that you gave him. He just assumed that he was just falling for you

So of course having these new feelings. He'd have to tell his wives about you as well. They were a bit curious and surprised at first. Mostly how fast Tengen had gained these feelings for you so quickly.

Finding this out, they wanted to met you for themselves as well!

Once they did, they immediately knew what he felt by just looking at you.

Tengen was the one who spotted you and yelled out your name as well. He had asked you to met his wives. Which you didn't see a problem with, and because you didn't have a mission. You agreed.

"Yo! You three must be hinatsuru, Makio and Suma right? It's nice to finally meet you guys! Tengen talks about you a lot! " You laughed.

When they finally met you face to face. Seeing you smile so brightly towards them, they couldn't help but feel their hearts flutter.

There was just something about you that felt... Right with them. And they liked that.

They liked you

After the small get together with them. You decided it was time for you to leave.

They didn't like that though.

They'd all be very persistent for you to stay a bit longer. If you said it was getting to late. Tengen would say that you could stay the night to make it easier. You didn't decide to bring your Nichirin sword with you. So there'd be no way to defend yourself!

If you still said it wouldn't be a good idea to stay as you didn't want to bother them. The girls would be the ones who would say 'it wouldn't be a problem at all! '

So reluctantly, you chose to stay. It was only for the night.

Hearing this they'd all be very ecstatic! Suma would be holding you crying that she was glad you chose to stay with them. All while Miako is trying to pull her off from yourself.

You'd only laugh at this. Which made them all pause. They really did enjoy hearing your laughter.

When morning finally came which led you to make your way out of Tengen's estate. Their all saying that you could stay longer.

"Waaa, stay a bit longer (y/n)! Don't leave me so soon! " Suma cried holding onto you as you chuckled nervously. ... She sure did cry a lot.

"I got a mission today Suma. Maybe I'll see you guys around later! It was nice meeting you all. "

"You have a mission?" Looking up you'd meet Tengen's gaze. You simply nodded. After finally wiggling yourself from Suma's (surprisingly strong) grasp. You waved them all off.

Going on the mission, you were very surprised to see Tengen waiting patiently for you at your own home estate.

"Tengen? What in the world do you think you're doing here? " He turned and gave you a wide grin.

"Was going on a mission myself when I found out from Kagaya that we're both going to be working together. What do you say about finishing this making quick an flashy manner, hm? "

That was was a lie, he had managed to actually convince him into believing that you were injured in your previous mission. And that you would need assistance in this one.

He doesn't want to think about what would happen to you if he wasn't able to be there and protect you!

After meeting Tengen's wives, you noticed that you began to see them much more. They were always in common places that you'd usually would be at.

... Were they always there?

You'd shake your head. You had just met them. You wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't passed them a couple of times. After all you didn't know who they were so it could have been a possibility that you just never noticed them.

And when they did spot you, they'd immediately go to greet you. They want to know everything that has happened after not seeing you.

Immediately invite you to their estate to spend time with one another. They wanted you to always stay near them. They just couldn't get enough of you!

When you did hang out with them. You'd always either help hinatsuru with cooking or around the house. Train with Tengen and Makio is she decided to join. And you'd just stay at Suma's side as she always enjoyed to just to hold you. Not to mention when you'd return the act.

They really did love your company at the estate. Well, it was more than your company. They just loved you in general.

They always got upset and jealous if at any time you'd tell them that you had other plans with some other person.

Were their presence and attention really not enough for you? Why did you need others when you had them? They clearly appreciated you more than anyone else could.

Why couldn't you see that?

Later they all got into the conversation about you. And just how much you impacted them. How they couldn't stand that you had to leave their side. And make them wait until you returned. Even making them wait longer as you'd never immediately return to them as they always wished you did.

But then the idea came to them. What If you were to just stay with them? Like actually be with them? They were sure that Tengen wouldn't mind another addition into their relationship. And he wasn't in fact. He encouraged it. He did love you just as much as he loved his wives.

And besides, from how close you all gotten. They were more than sure that you'd be more than happy to accept their offer! Oh this was just so exciting!

The next time they invited you. You immediately noticed how ecstatic they all were.

"Uh... Are one of you expecting or something? Congrats if you are! "You smiled and started to sweat a bit in embarrassment when they all laughed instead.

"No silly! We just wanted to... Talk to you about something! " Makio laughed. Hinatsuru had gently took your hand and guided you to sit with them. They all held smiled on their faces. That made you a bit nervous.

"Uh, sure... What's this about then? "

"Well... "

After talking to you about their feelings for you. They had finally asked you to be theirs. Seeing your face expression slowly start to change they all couldn't help but feel more excited!

Until they heard your answer to their proposal.

What?

"I'm sorry but... I'm not into that"

"Don't get me wrong! I fully support your relationships. I think it's sweet what you four gave going on but. "

No... NononoNoNoNONO!

This wasn't supposed to happen

You sighed as you rubbed the back of your neck. "My heart can only belong to one person. Not multiple. "

"I'm sorry but... My answer is no . "

With that, you thought it be a best idea to show yourself out. So, politely excusing yourself. You bowed to them in thanks for the inviting you to spend time with them. But you had to leave.

Making your way out you had passed all of them. All without noticing the way their faces had darken.

Reaching for the shoji door. You flinched as you felt a massive pain in the back of your neck. Soon, you found you eyes rolling to the back of your head as you fell to the ground, passing out.

You can't leave them. Not after everything. They'd make sure of it.

Tengen was quick to catch you before you fell to the ground completely.

Immediately, the girls were up from their seats and rushed to see if you were alright.

"Tengen-sama, don't you think you hit them a bit to hard? " Hinatsuru asked checking to see if he had harmed you

"Yeah! Don't hurt our precious (y/n) like that!" Makio exclaimed with a huff.

"Waaa! (Y/n) san doesn't love us! What are er going to do now Tengen- sama! " Suma cried holding onto Makio as she was the closest to her. She couldn't hold you as you were still in Tengen's arms.

Looking down at your unconscious form. Tengen had moved some of your hair that got on your face.

"We teach them. No matter how long it takes. They'll learn to love us all. Just as much as we love them. "

i think you're so good and i'm nothing like you. // i.k.

pairing: Izana Kurokawa x reader

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: No matter how hard you try to make the wrong puzzle pieces fit, there's always going to be a gap between the edges — or, Izana thinks the differences are too jarring and he’s not worth the effort.

tags/cw: hurt/comfort, insecure!izana, alluded rich!reader, very descriptive language; pls let me know if im missing anything

a/n: so this was supposed to be part of the little ask game i did a long while ago, full fic format bc word count plus the effort i put into this, the style is a little out of my comfort zone ngl :) thank you so much to my beloved @tetsutits for betaing as well as @thelastoreo and @mosviqu my beloveds for giving me lots n lots of input as well :D

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Never will the warm glow of the sun setting behind rows upon rows of blooming grapevines, not take his breath away. It was so close yet so far; he swore he could touch it just by extending his hand. Even from afar, it felt warm against his tan skin, kissing his body with a warmth similar to the one he felt when he laid beside you.

Despite his aversion to being alone, or more accurately his aversion to being lonely, sometimes he needed the alone time to ground himself and think. You knew that, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear the crunching of gravel underneath your sandals as you took slow yet steady steps, the same way you would approach a scared kitten. Still, though your presence usually brought comfort and calmness, he couldn’t help but feel the way his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat anxiously vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage.

“Dinner's almost ready, ‘was looking for you.” Your voice, soft and sweet, coated with just a hint of the Cabernet Sauvignon your family loved to share; wine more expensive than the life insurance he did not have. He could feel how his heart picked up speed inside his chest, each beat vibrating harder and harder against his ribcage, at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

He could feel his throat knotting up, swallowing up the scream he so desperately wanted to let out. It made him feel like a teenager again, crying after he found out his brother ‘wasn't’ actually his brother; his vocal cords were on fire as tears poured from his eyes, and though they were camouflaged by the cool rain, they fell scorching hot, burning his cheeks like acid. 

And now he was here, standing with his back facing you as he tried to figure out the best way to prevent all those bottled-up thoughts from spilling out. And he knows, he is well fucking aware that communication is this and communication is that, and communication is important, otherwise, he was going to drown trying to escape the endless sea made up of his own thoughts, but he wouldn’t. He’d rather see his lungs well up with salt water than talk about the insecurities nipping at his skull.

He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this, not after learning what it felt like to be loved and cherished and wanted. Not after making promise after promise, not after planning everything down to a t, after your family had oh-so-gracefully offered one of their properties in Tuscany as venue and had everyone flown down to Italy for a whole week. 

He couldn’t do that to you.

And yet he did. Coaxed by the warmth of your hand against his as it rested on top of the railing overlooking the vineyard.

“I feel like I don’t belong.” He swallowed. 

“Iz—“

“Just,” he pleaded, finally plucking the courage to talk about what had been bothering him ever since he got here. “Please, just let me finish.”

You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t continue until he got your reassurance.

“There’s, um, there’s this voice in the back of my head just telling me over and over again that there's something wrong, that I shouldn't be here, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense,”

“You’re smart and funny and kind, and people love you and you managed to befriend my godawful broth— step-brother, how did you even do that? He’s so annoying, but that's beside the point, you're so good, too good,

“And if what everyone keeps saying is true, that the ‘opposites attract’ theory can only be proven right by looking at us, if— if we’re complete opposites then that means I’m even worse than bad, it means I’m awful, pathetic, I–” 

He lets out a heavy sigh, raking his free hand through his slightly overgrown locks. His lips were pursed into a tight line, he bit into his cheek as if the slight pain would refrain his eyes from misting. You don’t move despite the urge to hold him close, you knew he wasn't done.

“I’d like to tell myself that it isn't true, but I’m not the only one who thinks that, some of the people here can’t help but look down on me, and they're not even subtle about it,"

“I know your dad doesn't like me at all,” he let out a dry laugh; to lighten the mood or encourage himself, you didn't know. “Remember when we had dinner together for the first time? He couldn't even believe we went to the same college,"

“Everything’s just a constant reminder that no matter where I am, no matter where I go, I’m just meddling,"

“I meddled my way into the Sano family, I meddled into a friend group that probably hates me, and now I’m meddling into yours, into your life!"

“And it's so confusing because I feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like I'm home and like I’m safe and like everything's gonna be alright,” he turned to you, locking gazes despite his eyes being swallowed by tears he could no longer contain; he looked so small, so fragile in a way he always was but never showed. “And I know it’s selfish to want to keep you, but I just can't help but feel that you’re making a mistake by choosing me.”

Eyes heavy with sorrow, you’re sure he was holding back his breath waiting for a response; the tightness in his chest at the lack of oxygen less painful than another—though unlikely still possible—rejection. After the dramatic monologue exposing his feelings of inadequacy and insecurity he’s sure you’d call the whole thing over before it can even start. Don’t get him wrong, he’s shared his fair amount of emotional baggage and not once did you cast him aside because of it. In fact, every time he talked to you about whatever it was that plagued his mind he couldn’t help but feel your worry. It was like you had the utmost necessity to sew his wounds back together, kiss the ragged skin in the process. He trusted you like no other, and yet, though he can acknowledge the irrationality of his thought pattern, he can't help but indulge it, let the thoughts feed on his brain until his skull is rotten and empty. 

He could feel his heart crack once he felt the warmth of your skin slipping away, like a cruel premonition whispering your departure. The urge to apologise burned inside his chest and the words, bitter like bile, settled at the bottom of his throat.

“You’re not a mistake,” cupping his face in between your hands, you gingerly wipe the stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Your words were soft like silk as they tried to mend the cracks in his heart, sprinkle them with gold. The gentleness made his eyes well up with tears once again, sobs bubbling up in his throat and threatening to escape. “You’ll never be a mistake,” 

Too weak, too fragile, your warm palm against his bare skin, your touch silently whispering that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay; the shimmer in your eyes, the softness of your reassuring smile, it’s enough for him to break. He cries against your body, holding you tight between his arms as if you might disappear once he lets go. He coughs through ragged breaths, choking on his own sorrows and, in spite of the uncontrollable crying, he’s able to focus on your touch, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning your cheek against his head to give him some sort of grounding weight.

“You’re my one and only,” you whisper, holding his trembling body impossibly closer with as much desperation, as if you too, thought he might disappear. You place a tender kiss on the side of his head, softly rocking the both of you in your place until the heart-wrenching sobs turn into soft sniffles. “And I promise you,” nuzzling your cheek against his hair, you almost stumble over your own words, like pressing a freshly formed bruised, the rawness in your chest makes you internally flinch in hesitation. But it’s Izana who you’re talking to, and if anyone deserved to know the sheer importance of their existence, it was him. “Forever and always, for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours the same way you’re mine.”

You stayed like that for a while, in each others’ arms, even after the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon, the sky now a mix of pinks and purples and orangy hues. His breathing had evened out by now and had the both of you not been standing, you would’ve sworn he had fallen asleep. That was until he raised his head, with his eyes still tightly shut, and leaned his forehead against yours, “Thank you for loving me.”

You pecked his lips, softly rubbing your nose against his, making a wobbly smile break through his lips. “And thank you for loving me.”

The tender moment is broken by an incoming call, the sweet melody of an acoustic guitar as your ringtone makes him melt even more; it was him playing. He could hear both of your soft giggles in the background, and he remembers very well that one time you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning when you recorded him playing in secret and then had a playfight over your phone to delete the video. You didnt delete it, and it surprised him you still kept it as your ringtone after all this time.

“Dinner’s ready now, we should get going,” you sigh, looking from your phone screen up at him, before tilting your head to the side and using your fingers to trail the edge of one of his earlobes, making him shiver in the process. “Right, ‘saw you left your earrings on the bedside table, why?”

“I– your dad doesn't like them very much.”

“Don’t listen to him, my dad doesn't like anything,” you half-joke, a hint of truth staining your words. “Can I put them on for you?”

From the pocket of your shorts you pull out the pair of hanafuda earrings, and he nods, shivering as your fingers delicately close the clasps.

“There you go,” you smile, making his cheek warm up as you check him out; your adoration for him clear in your eyes. “Pretty as always.”

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hq boys and soulmates

daichi, tsukishima, oikawa

PAIRING: Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff | friends to lovers | romance | soulmate au

wc: 3.3k

a/n: THIS has to be my favorite of all the three ive written for this series (´ ω `♡) i fell in love with the concept (maybe bc i resonate with them lmao) and i went overboard with this csjsbms i hope you guys like this as well! enjoy~

oikawa

He lets go of your wrist, and in a snap, Oikawa becomes frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same.”

3 hours ago.

Stepping inside the volleyball gym would have been a nightmare for a person who hates crowds and social interaction. Still, luckily, you’re friends with Iwaizumi. Actually, ‘friends’ is barely a term for it. You happened to share one class with him last year and felt comfortable with each other’s presence. 

“Iwa!” You scream as soon as you spot him by the benches, tucking his jersey shirt inside his shorts. It is with a quick wave that you summoned him to come to you.

“Hey, what’s up?” He briefly smiles before pulling his eyes back to his tucked shirt, pulling out the linen near the garter out of his shorts so his top won’t be too stretched and tucked inside.

“Where’s the captain?”

“Shittykawa?” He arches brow making you titter. Although the nickname he has of him may appear insulting, his tone was rather coated with affection.

“Yeah, that guy. I need him for this.” You wave a notebook in your grasp in the space between you.

“He’s at the club room. The small building adjacent to the gym.” You quickly bid him thanks before jogging your way out of the volleyball gym. Following his directions, you find yourself in front of a mahogany door and rapping three consecutive knocks alerted the man inside the room.

“I’m still here-” 

Without thinking much of your actions, your hand lands on the doorknob, swiftly twist the it before pushing the door open. Your eyes immediately land on a toned bareback. His shirt is over his head, and the expanse of his dorsal is exposed to you. Your eyes capture the space below his nape, eyelids widening at the visual in front of you. As if sensing your eyes on him, his upper body turns. His eyes meet yours, mirroring your wide gaze.

“AH!” You both scream in unison. He jumps in surprise while your grip tightens around the knob as you pull the door close. Your hand rests on your chest as an attempt to steady your heartbeat. Your mind replays the image you saw seconds ago. Oikawa-san is…? You shake your head to the sides to stop the building thoughts in your head. You don’t want to intrude his personal life. Seeing the unmarked skin on his back is already means you have crossed lines.

“I have your notebook, and you have mine. I’ll wait for you after practice. Sorry!” Your shout behind the door before running away.

You have nowhere to kill time so have no option but to go back to the gym. Iwaizumi sees you climbing to the mezzanine and joining the rest of the students screaming and waving at the players. The men’s volleyball team have a practice match against another team today so everyone is anticipating it.

Leaning your body forward on the steel barrier to support your weight, your orbs lock with Iwaizumi who’s at the court waiting for you to notice him. He raises his hand up with his fingers spreaded apart. He rotates his wrists from side-to-side, a nonverbal way of asking “he’s not there?”

Immediately, embarrassement paints the tip of your ears. You smack the notebook to your face while your other hand stretches out. You pop your thumb out before drawing a straight across your neck. You slowly drag the notebook down just enough for him to see your eyes. Iwaizumi’s shoulders shakes from laughter, enjoying the distressed look on your face.

Albeit, the man of the conversation shows up minutes after your exchange with spiker. His expression is flat and he didn’t bother waving at the audience like he used to do. He walks pass iwaizumi without batting an eye at him. He neither look angry nor pissed but rather he appears clouded by his thoughts.  

The game ends with the homecourt winning two out of the three sets. You make it a point to sneak out and wait for Oikawa outside the gym as you lean back against the wall. Soon enough, your eyes spot a brunette walking with the rest of the third years of the volleyball team with a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for him quietly and in a snap his charming smile washes off his face. You gulp, knowing exactly that you are the cause of his despair.

“Walk with me.” He pulls you by the wrist, making you slightly off balance. He didn’t bother bidding goddbye to his companion as he drags you out to the gate of the school. Your view hinders you to see the expression on his face but his grip on you is enough to tell you he’s pissed. The unusual behavior of the captain tugging a nameless student out of Aoba Johsai earned whispers.

“Where are we going?” You ask when his feet trails down an empty street.

“Somewhere where we can be alone.” He replies. You shift your attention to the signs on the streets.

Minamisakuracho, Higakisakuracho, Shiroishi… Then, it hits you.

The riverside.

The Shiroishi river is glamored in pink cherry blossom, attracting tourists and locals to feast in their eyes with its awe-strucking beauty. But for the first time, you completely ignore the breathtaking view. All you can think of is the thick air between you and the captain.

Upon reaching a spot by the riversider where no eyes can spy, he lets go of your wrist. In a snap, Oikawa became frantic, almost like he’s losing his mind. He has his palms pressed on the socket of his eyes as he paces back and forth.

“Oikawa-san.” You call for his name, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Oikawa-san, please calm down!” You stop his trides by pulling the hem of his shirt. His hands fall to his sides as he peers at you. Worry and exhaustion clad his face. You never thought he’d react this way, not from someone who appears to have an unbreakable confidence.

“Listen.” You speak as your fingers ungrasps his shirt. Turning your back on him, you gather your hair in one hand while the other hand tugs the collar of your uniform, revealing your nape to him. Your voice came out clear.

“We’re the same,” You expose to him your unmarked skin just below your nape. In a world where society dictates your ability to feel emotions through tiny moles marked on your back, it takes a huge toll for glitches to appear normal in the eyes of the typical. Glitches are humans without marked skin. They are seen as a void. An emotional filler before you find your true love.

Supposedly, each person has a mole or moles on their back dotted along their spine. The number of moles determines the number of times you fall in love. For a person with two moles, it takes them one lover before finding their soulmate. A person with three takes two lovers before they meet their final mate, but for someone who has none, falling in love is never part of their fate. They are not destined for someone and in the same logic, they are claimed to be emotionless.

Like, you and Oikawa.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” You free your hair, letting it sway on your back before turning around to face him. His lips are ajar, his eyes held you endearingly. You continue, boring your eyes at him. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He steps in, surprising you as he wraps his arms around your body. His head is pressed next to yours and he mutters in reply. “Thank you.”

The following weeks went by quickly, in parallel with your growing friendship with Oikawa. You assumed that the confrontation by the river he would make him stir away from you. You thought you’d become a constant reminder of his shortcomings. But contrary to your assumption, he stuck up to you like a lost kitten growing fond of a stranger passing by.

“(Y/n)!” A hurried voice resonates from the hallway outside your classroom. You turn your head to see who it is but judging from the voice alone you could almost tell who it is.

“Tooru?” The way you said his first name earns whispers among your classmates. Bothered by the unwanted attention you’re getting, you approach Oikawa, and he instantly pulls you out to the hallway. He caves you between his body and the wall as his hand plants on the space next to your head. He crunches down to match your height.

“They’re changing our jersey to a non-collared shirt for summer. Our adviser wants us to try it now to test if it’s comfortable.” His voice is already low enough for the two of you to hear, but his following statement came out quieter. “The skin below my nape is exposed. I checked it in the mirror.”

Suddenly, an idea struck you.

“I have a plan.” You say, running back to your seat to grab a marker. You emerge back to the hallways, waving the marker to his face. In an instant, his eyes sparkle in hope. 

“Let’s go.” 

He leads you inside the gym to the back part of the room. A small door leads to what seems like a stock room. He turns the knob and pushes it open. “Here.” He ushers you to come in. 

This is a suspiciously cramped space for two people, but you didn’t think twice as you followed him inside and instead, you focus on today’s goal. Nonetheless, your lids peel in panic and shock at the boy taking off his shirt.

“Woah, wait.” You say in surprise, hands fiddling around, torn between keeping them at your side or covering your eyes with it. 

“What? You’ve seen my naked back before.” He casually says. He tearing your hands away from your face, shooting you a smile. Your eyes ogle at his naked back, feeling like an intruder watching someone change clothes. He kneels down before you, his back facing you. He speaks.  “This is not something new to you, and you have to nail my fake birthmark. Now, quick.”

“Demanding.” You scoff as you approach him. He turns his head to glance at you through his shoulder.

“Please?” He sweetly says, winking, thereafter, earning another scoff from you. 

“How many times do you want to fall in love?” You ask. He twists his neck sideways to look at you, orbs held earnest. You never thought he’d take your question seriously.

“Once.” His voice shifts from playful to serious. You nod at him though he can’t fully see you. You place your palm on his shoulder as you carefully aim at the spot where most people have it. He’s reticent, and you can imagine his face in deep thought even though you can only see the back of his head.

“Does it bother you when people find out you’re a glitch?” He breaks the silence.

“It used to but not anymore.” The tip of the marker kisses his skin, leaving a perfectly fake birthmark on his back. Your mouth forms an “o”  closes the gap between the two of you as you blow on the wet paint. Your warm breath sends shivers down his spine.

“They call us glitches or emotionally numb individuals, but I don’t think that’s the case. Sure, they say that people with marks fall in love intensely. I’ve read books about how their stomach turns, or how their heads feel light when their partner kisses them or touches them but there is not much data about us because we fall into the 5% of the population. All articles about glitches are written by the marked ones. How can they be sure that we can’t fall in love too? So, I thought maybe… maybe we love differently.” 

He caughts you unguarded as he turns around to face you. You keep your feet on the ground as he draws his face to you. The curves of his features softens and a hint of affection and admiration burns in his eyes. The corners of his lips pull into a smile, the same rare genuine smile you saw on the riverside. 

“Turn around.” He says as soon as he snatches the marker away from your grip. Your feet move hesitantly and stop at where your side faces him. His hand gathers your hair to one side as he dips closer to you. His face unlawfully too near yours as the cold tip of the marker lands on your warm skin, marking a dot below your nape.

He pulls back to hold your gaze. You blink at him repeatedly as you feel your cheeks burn at the way he’s looking at you. You have never seen him in this way. He is longing, almost like he’s memorizing every inch of your face. His smile remains on his face as he peers at you fondly.

“I think I feel it. I hope you do too.” He murmurs to himself. Albeit, it was inaudible to you.

“Hm?” You hum in question but he responds with a shake of his head.

“Nothing.” He playfully stains your cheek using the marker, painting your right cheek with a black streak. He stands on his feet and turns his back to you. Still lost in thought, you watch him pull his shirt over his head. What the hell was that? He walks past you and opens the stock room door, revealing Iwaizumi walking by. The spiker pauses when he spots you two inside the stock room.

“Okay, what is going on here?” A smirk plays on his face.

“The ventilation.” You spit out in panic.

“Hm,” He nods at you unconvincingly.

“It’s, uh, broken. Tooru showed it to me.” You bit your tongue. It’s clear as daylight that you’re a terrible liar.

“TOORU showed it to you.” He emphasizes your use of first names.

“Yeah, we’re fri-” Oikawa cuts you off when he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

“You’re embarrassing her, Iwa-chan. The stock room is nice place but a bit dusty. Why do you care if we spend time there?” He sneers. Iwaizumi narrows his eyes at the captain and shoots you a knowing smile before leaving the two of you. You nudge Oikawa’s side using your elbow when the spiker is out of sight.

“You made it sound like we’re doing something we’re not supposed to!” You pull him down by his shirt, making him crunch down to your level.

“My words were vague. It’s up to him how he takes it. Besides, it makes us look like a couple. I have one mark on my back, and so do you. If we appear like a couple, the rest of the students will stop breathing down my neck to see how many marks I have.” He straightens his back. 

Likewise, it works to your advantage since you feel uncomfortable when people ask the number of moles you have, so fake dating Oikawa will lessen the talks around you.

“I guess we can work on that, boyfriend.” You shrug, shooting him a smile. “Anyway, I have to go.” 

“Wait.” He says. You turn your body to see him. “Did you hear what I said a while ago?”

“No.” You study his face. His brows form a scowl on his forehead nonetheless he smiles.

“Meet me by the river after practice.” He flashes you a teeth-showing smile, his Duchene marks showing on his face.

Hence, you head to the gym after classes to wait for him. After practice, Oikawa jogs to you the minute it ends. On the other hand, Iwaizumi sees you together, shooting you a teasing smile. He mouths you “update please.” But you scowl at him in return, thus earning a chuckle form him.

The whole walk to the river is in pure silence. It’s not unusual to walk with him in silence since there are times when the two of you would prefer to indulge yourself in nature and keep your words to yourself. Soon, you both reach the destination. You flump at the grass near the river, and he does the same. You rest your weight on your hand as it anchors behind you. Your one leg folded up while the other stretched across the dry land.

“I have something to say.” Oikawa states. You look at him only to realize that he has been staring at you the entire time. You push yourself up to sit, before dusting off your hands. You stretch out a smile as you wait for him to continue.

“What is it?” You say, squinting your eyes as the sunset hue glares behind his figure.

“I love you.” He utters. Your lids strip open though the sun blinds your vision. You look at him, probably, waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, but the unwavering expression on his face tells you otherwise. “Heck, I don’t even know if I have the right to say I’m in love but what I feel for you is something I have never felt before. As a glitch, I’d like to believe we have the power to choose our soulmates, and I choose you.” 

Your heart skips a beat.

You put your hand over your chest as the overwhelming loud thumping of your heart begins to deafen your hearing. At the same time, your palms turn cold and numb. Your stomach twists in knots and tiny prickling sensations crawl up to your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says when he sees you clutching onto your shirt. Then, you remember all the books you’ve read. The ones were written by the marked ones. The uncontrolled heartbeats are followed by necessary action. A step that will take you farther and deeper into your emotions.

To prove your hunches.

So, you lean froward. Your hands landing on his shirt as you pull him close to you. Your mouth aims for his lips, and without much thought you land a peck on his plumped ones. It was short yet remarkable. Pulling back from the quick kiss, you watch him experience the phenomenon. If he physically feels it, then you might be right. Maybe glitches aren’t numb. You are capable of feeling love. Your cheeks burn bright crimson as your teeth claw on your bottom lip. Oikawa feels his pulse through his neck as his eyes stare at you. His pupils dilates and his ears turn red.

“Can you feel it too?” Your eyes mirror his’. He nods. 

“One more.” He says before crashing his mouth against yours. This time it wasn’t a peck. His lips envelop yours as it lazily moves around every inch and corner of your mouth. His mouth tastes like a lemon power drink, the one he drinks during matches and practices. A warm hand cups your cheeks, guiding you to switch directions, lips momentarily leaving yours as his head tilts to the other side. You moan as he goes deeper into the kiss, feeling his thumb rubbing against the crest of your cheek. He pulls back slowly, just enough for him to rest his forehead on yours.

“I love you too,” You say between breaths.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this! as always likes and rbs are always welcome!~

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Care and comfort

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you were just trying to help someone and you ended up being the obsession of a criminal organization

─ Warnings: obsession, stalking, toxic behaviors, kidnapping, slight mention of drugs and stuff related

*(It might have a second part, I'm not sure yet- 🤔)

You turned on the light in your kitchen, almost tripping over one of the stools because your eyes were still half closed, you had fallen asleep correcting the last report that the newspaper where you worked had sent you. You had noticed that you hadn't even had dinner before, so you made a quick meal before heading back to work, but before you could touch your laptop you heard a crash at the front door, as if someone had collapsed and slammed against it.

It's not that you lived in one of the worst areas of the city, but it was strange that something happened in the wee hours of the morning, you walked slowly, opening the door, or trying to, because the body of a man was blocking the entrance, a few minutes of struggle was enough for the unconscious body to fall to the other side, leaving you to open the door completely and contemplate the man.

He had one of those mullets that were fashionable among young people, several earrings, some scars on his mouth and stains of what appeared to be vomit and blood, okay, you did not want to interfere with anyone who seemed to be a drug addict, but on second thought, it was better to help the man than to have to give statements to the police as to why there was a dead body at your door.

You dragged him home and laid him on the couch, laying him on his side so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit if he ever did, though after further scanning you decided he needed a good shower. You did not feel self-conscious in doing this job, you are of an age and you have worked in many things, among them you had a position taking care of the elderly, all kinds of care being more specific, so no, you did not feel uncomfortable having to wash this man.

You changed his clothes and put his striped suit in the wash, leaving him back on the sofa, you continued with your work, reading and quickly correcting the errors you found, the night passed quite quickly and you fell asleep once you were completely done your work, sending it to the head of the newspaper.

The next morning you woke up with a gun pointed at your temple and that man's pretty eyes staring back at you, good way to start the day indeed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Are you young people these days so ungrateful? It was you who passed out on the doorstep of my house at two in the morning."

He lowered the gun, seeming to remember some parts of his night, he sat still a little bewildered and with his head elsewhere because of the drugs taken yesterday, he looked at you in silence now noticing his change of clothes as well as the smell of his hair, it was not the smell of his usual shampoo.

"Did you…?"

"Yes, oh, don't be ashamed, it's been a long time since I stopped being interested in that kind of thing, at a certain age the only thing one looks for is economic stability and peace of mind, are you going to stay for lunch?"

He blinked contemplating your calm form, he didn't know if he was still under the pressure of narcotics, but he didn't reject your proposal, Sanzu was anything but embarrassing, however he felt like a little boy next to you being cared for by the mother he never had.

For your part, he was not the first brat you helped, you had married friends, with grown children or adolescents who did not stop getting into small problems, you acted like the aunt who drinks wine and criticizes everyone at family gatherings, for your attitude, they found it easier to access you when they had problems they didn't want your friends ─their moms─ to know about, you always had their backs unless it was something that was detrimental to their health, then you wouldn't hesitate to call your friends to give their children a lecture, even as adults.

That same attitude was the one that made Sanzu visit you more often than he would like to admit, although most of the times he left scolded for coming home drunk or drugged, you never closed the door on him, how could you? You weren't heartless enough to leave him lying in the street when he came desperately asking for help with some of his hallucinations.

Your kindness led him to an obsession towards you, you were like his little lifeboat, his conscious part about all the madness in which he was involved, he began to watch you from afar, observing your interactions with strangers and friends, it bothered him, it bothered him that you were just as kind to others as you were to him, he wanted all your attention just for him. He was also worried about you, he had seen the worst part of the rotten world in which he lived, someone with a soft heart like you could not survive against the predators of this society.

Of course, Bonten executives were not stupid, usually most of them lived in the headquarters, they had private properties where they spent a few days or weeks, but most of the time they were in that headquarter, especially Sanzu, that's why they started to noticing his absence more and more, it's not like he had to explain himself to anyone ─except if Mikey asked him to─ but his behavior was strange, didn't he arrive drugged? It seemed like a bad joke, clothes without a bloodstain? he was definitely doing something outside their radar.

Not that the others cared much, but the Haitani brothers were a bit nosy, like gossips who want to know why their partner seems happier when he comes back in the morning after a night of 'fun'. They discussed it a couple of times with the others when Sanzu wasn't around, and they all agreed that his behavior was unusual, so they began to investigate what he did in his leisure.

This led to an ordinary person like you being watched by two executives of the largest criminal organization in the country. At first they thought that you were a whore with whom he had fallen in love, but investigating more about you, they discovered that you were a lady with an established daily life, there was nothing about you that stood out and yet you seemed so interesting.

"Sanzu please, I need to finish correcting this report, I promise you that later you can have all the hugs you want."

"No."

He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you were trying to do your job but Sanzu found your hugs too comforting after you once found him crying ─from being drugged─, killing people leaves obstacles in any person and as much as he loved it, certain deaths of innocent people always ended up flying over his thoughts like ghosts that tormented him from time to time.

The sound of the doorbell made you stop typing, moving the man slightly away to go to open, you were not expecting a visitor which was strange to you, Sanzu felt a chill when you opened the door, meeting the eyes of the youngest of the Haitani directly, he got up quickly without even letting you ask what those guys wanted, he pulled you back before Ran could drag you with him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"Make sure you don't have too much fun, are you so in love that you forget the meetings?"

They started a little discussion while you looked blankly, you and Rindou looked at each other in silence while the other two talked, you greeted with a brief nod, thinking they were Sanzu's coworkers.

Luckily just when the discussion was getting more heated, a 'ding' coming from the oven threw everyone off concentration, taking advantage of this you got out of the man's strong grip, walking towards the kitchen to see that the cookies you had been working on before were ready.

"There are plenty of cookies for everyone, Sanzu you can invite your friends."

"They are not my friends!"

"That's very kind of you, we'd love to meet our friend's friend."

So you ended up having lunch with the three men in an awkward silence between them, due to the tension of which you preferred not to take into account, Ran and Rindou were quite nice and understood that you were not a love interest, nor did you want it, nor did you seek it. Alarm bells of boys without a mother figure going off again, of course you caught their interest more than before, they knew your background but not your personality, and they ended up falling into that obsession towards you, as if there was something that made them gravitate towards you, was it because of your simplicity? for your kind words? They didn't know it, but they were jealous that Sanzu could snuggle up against you and they would have to keep more of their distance.

Now you had three of Bonten's executives constantly visiting your house, whether it was asking you for small favors or advice on nonsense to asking you to make them cookies or food in general, they just desperately wanted your attention, like babies crying out for their mother.

This cycle of obsession only made the others begin to suspect that they were up to something, whether it was harmful to Bonten or not, Takeomi was the first to notice, Kokonoi the same, he noticed how the brothers spent a certain amount of money, which they didn't used to do that often, followed by Kakucho, Mochizuki and lastly Mikey.

So it led you to be kidnapped by Mochi after doing enough research on you, because they didn't take much notice of it at first when the brothers first noticed. You were tied hand and foot, a blindfold was removed after consciousness returned to you, you found yourself face to face with a man with immense dark circles and eyes full of lifeless, on his right side another man with a large scar on his face, on his left side another man with a small scar on his left eye.

You felt something cold touching your temple, again you had a gun pointed at you, held by the same boy who had kidnapped you, you turned your head also noticing another man with long white hair.

"Who are you and why do you have my executives after you?"

"Executives…?" you looked at everyone carefully, connecting the dots when you saw their tattoos "Oh- so that's why they never wanted to tell me what they worked for… are you some kind of organization? Like arms smuggling, money laundering or something?"

You took the situation calmly, that your life was hanging by a thread right now was not one of your biggest concerns, you had lived a full and happy life up to now, you had no regrets, you were mature enough to understand the point at which you were, the more the years go by, the less afraid you are of the things that used to terrify you when you were young.

"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY MOTHER!"

Everyone was surprised to see how Sanzu entered kicking Mochizuki so that the weapon flew out of his hands, away from you, the Haitani brothers followed closely untying you quickly while all those men had a discussion of looks, the dense silence was broken by your giggle, you were trying to control yourself as much as you could but it was impossible.

"My God, Sanzu, you just called me mom!?"

The boy's face was completely dyed in pink tones, all the attention was now focused on you while you let out a laugh at the slip that your child had, something made the hearts of others clench in pain when they heard your laugh, no matter how bad it sounded, whether it was asthmatic, uproarious, or silent laughter, it was like real music to the ears of all the executives at Bonten, including the leader. As if you had flipped a switch in the mind of their rotten minds, they now had a new interest in you, as if you had further triggered an obsession you were unaware of with the first three you met.

They began to understand why those three felt attracted to you, it was as if your mere presence was intoxicating for them, as if just listening to you or looking at you calmed their broken hearts, many alarms from boys without a mother figure, of course that was a triggering reason, all these men longed for that kind of love that they could hardly experience.

Now you had the criminal organization after you, not in a bad way, more like a bunch of men acting childishly because of your limited attention. One thing they were clear about without the need to speak, you were not going to leave their sight for a single moment from now on.