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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.”
this is so good :(((( I honestly wasnt expecting the ending but god it's so good!!!!
CHASING THE GAMBLER
KOKONOI HAJIME X GAMBLING ADDICT
<REPOST FROM OTHER ACCOUNT>
CW: MNDI*GAMBLING*RUSSIAN ROULETTE*ADDICTION*SUICIDE*ANGST
"ROYAL FLUSH MOTHER FUCKERS!" You showed them your cards and their jaw dropped. The money at stake was too high and Kokonoi couldn't afford to lose to anyone. Not to the old fucks around the table and certainly not to you. But he did.
"Ey, suck my dick stupid ass bitches!" You cheerfully yell before pulling all of your opponents chips closer to you.
"H-how what the fuck...." Kokonoi Hajime couldn't believe he just lost to you. He was more baffled compare to the others. It's the first time he played with you and he didn't expect you to hit him with a royal flush.
"I'm a good poker player, my daddy taught me. My brother is a professional poker player too." You explained to him.
"N-no. How? You just won 29 million you-" He couldn't form a sentence making you chuckle. He underestimated you. He didn't think you had a chance of winning. Hell! He was confident no one had the chance of winning against him.
"One more game." He says panicking over his 7 million lost.
"You already lost 7 million are you ready to lose more?"
"I'm not gonna lose again."
"Oh, darlin' I bet you all of these chips you're going to lose again." He shakes his head not believing that you're challenging him.
"S-sure, let's play again." You smirked and snapped your hands three times catching one of the servers attention. He served you a bourbon and you chugged it at one go before returning your attention to Kokonoi.
"I only play one game every night but I'll make an exception if you agree to play Russian roulette with me." Kokonoi doesn't like Russian roulette but he was too absorbed and pissed at you to back out now. That's how the two of you ended up facing each other with a revolver on your hand. People gathering around curious to see if one of you will blow their own brains. What was at stake? Well, 36 million and your own life. What more could you ask for? You look like a normal human being outside but inside you're twisted. Having a loaded revolver on your temple would make a sane person tremble from fear but you? Having it on your temple makes you tremble from arousal. Being close to the other life is your pleasure. It gives you an unexplainable adrenaline and euphoria. That's the main reason why people who knows you well refuses to play games with you. They know you'll go further and further until death finally opens the door you've been knocking at since you were 13.
"She's fucking crazy." Someone from the crowd says as you pull the trigger of the revolver four times in a row pushing your luck or simply just asking for death.
"What the fuck!" Kokonoi shouted at you. You only left him with three more slots to go through. One bullet filled one slot and his chance of survival is low but if he manage to pull it off he'll win. He was about to take the gun from your hand but you pulled the trigger once more.
The crowd was petrified. Only two slots remaining. Kokonoi froze his chance 50/50. You were fearless and didn't hesitate to risk your life. After the first pull of the trigger his heart got eaten by fear but yours weren't. It only lit up your darkest desire and it made you pull the trigger four more times. You sighed disappointed that you didn't get your brains blown off and you hesitantly push the gun towards him. He was shaking from fear. If he pulls this off... He'll win. But 50/50 was his chance... You exceeded the odds of dying. Pulling the trigger five times was out of the ordinary and he was sure that you'll get yourself killed after the second pull but like earlier he was wrong. You are not normal. It seems that even though you're running towards Satan he refuses to let you enter hell. It shows how sick and twisted you are.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR TAKE THE GUN!" You screamed at him after a minute passed and he hasn't taken the gun from you yet. His breathing fast and his throat dry. His eyes that are engulfed with fear fell on the gun on your hand but still. He refused to take it. You got impatient and in a swift move you were straddling him. Your eyes wide and psychotic not liking the fact that he's refusing to play the game.
"Take the gun and pull the trigger."
"I-I I...."
"Why don't I pull the trigger for you!" You came up with a good idea. You alinged your head with his and placed the gun on his temple. He tried to push you off but you didn't let him. You keep a firm hold to his body.
"Isn't this beautiful? Two strangers dying together. A beautiful end for the two of us..." He felt your fingers slowly move towards the trigger and he knew he messed up.
"YOU WIN!"
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"YOU WIN! OKAY! STOP!"
Kokonoi screamed stopping you from pulling the trigger. A dark chuckle came out of your lips.
Coward.
His chest rapidly rose and sank. Diamond shape sweat drips from his forehead, iron grip on your waist. You moved your face in front of him the gun still pointed on his temple.
"STOP! YOU WIN!" He yelled again wanting the gun to be away from him. You pulled his chin down and made him look into your bored light pink eyes. You were unimpressed and dissatisfied. And he was fearful. Fearful of a girl he barely knows.
"You fear death?"
"GET OFF!" You only laugh to his commands.
"See? I was right. I'm never wrong. I warned you but you didn't listen to me. Now.... you lost 14 million." You mocked him as you moved the gun from his temple down to his throat making his tension rise.
"I'm a Bonten executive you won't get away if you kill me." He yells desperately wants to be away from you.
"Kill you?" You chuckle.
"What's fun of killing someone who did nothing to you?" Kokonoi can't understand you. Not one bit.
"Your fear of losing money will someday kill you." You said before putting the gun on your temple pulling the trigger.
*
But once again. Death didn't want you. Yet.
The crowd gasped both in fear and amazement. 6 in a row. You escaped death.
"You could've won if you didn't chicken out." You tell him before shooting the ceiling. Kokonoi was immediately relief when the bullet was finally shot. The crowd backs away as fragments of the ceiling falls down.
"I don't like seeing fear. I love seeing fearless opponets." You pat his shoulders with your hands before getting off of him.
Kokonoi. He's... surprised? It's the first time he wasn't able to read someone. And it's the first time after years his heart beat weirdly. It's stupid. You were just a second away from killing both of you but he can't help but to feel an attraction for you. It's a strong one for him because he wasn't able to take off his eyes off of you as you walk away disappearing through the crowds of shocked people leaving all of the chips you've won. His eyes landed on them and he realized money meant nothing to you. Another reason for him to-
You're not Akane- you're far from Akane. She was.... gentle, delicate, kind, she's not someone who will play games of death. She's someone angelic and perfect and his one love. And you're the girl who... You're the girl who almost sent him to his death. The girl he lost 14 million to. That's it... That's all you are. He kept telling himself as he walks around the casino trying to find you. Hoping to see your long raven black hair and light green eyes. That's all you are his opponent. You're just a psychotic girl he needs to take revenge to. You're not someone who will make him happy. You're just a gambling addict. He forcefully punch those thoughts into his mind while grabbing the girl he thought was you.
You're just a gambling addict.
He repeats as his heart sank realizing he got the wrong person. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If he met you again, what would he say? What would he do? As he keeps searching for you every time he goes to the casino those thoughts run to his mind.
He tried asking for your name. Going as far as starting a man hunt but no one could ever find you. People around him says you're not worth the trouble and you'll just leave him in a dark place but he didn't care.
He felt sick to his stomach when he realized satan might've finally opened his door for you. He dropped his cards on the table not minding the money on the line.
He ran towards the bathroom and threw up. He was scared. Scared for a girl he barely knows.
"You were looking for me?"
His tired and restless eyes widens as he saw you through the mirror. Leaning on the wall with your arms and legs crossed looking beautiful as ever.
"You shouldn't be looking for someone like me."
"You didn't take your money." He tried to mask his excitement not wanting you to think of him as pathetic.
"I don't mind the money baby, I'm fucking rich as fuck. What I do mind is you starting a man hunt for my head and me not being able to play for my death." You pulled out a pocket knife and tapped it on your head 3 times.
"You misunderstood- I I want- would like to get to know you." An amused smile appeared on your face as you uncrossed your arms standing straight.
"Wash your mouth and come with me."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You led him to the rooftop and you sat on the egde.
"Come." You motion him to sat beside you and he did. Not remembering the fact that you're suicidal.
The night skies are pretty and you couldn't help but to admire them. Hajime watched you his heart slowly getting warmer and warmer despite of the cold night.
"Why do you live?" Your sudden question stunned him.
Why do I live?
He has no answer.
You softly smile before tossing the diamond dice on your hand he didn't noticed in the air.
3
Finally.
He was confused. He didn't know why you tossed the dice and he didn't know why you looked so happy when it showed 3 golden dots. But he didn't questioned you. As long as your happy he's content.
"I'm Ayaka." He nods taking off his jacket and draping it on your shoulder. You thanked him and handed him the dice.
"What's this for?"
"Token of our friendship."
"You're odd." You laughed and rolled your eyes.
"I am."
"Are you free around 3 pm tomorrow?" He asked you hiding his red face.
"I am. I'll be free anytime starting tonight."
"Great, let's go on a date."
"Sure."
He was surprised that you agreed. He thought you'll reject him but he was happy you didn't.
"Don't lose that dice for me will you? You'll definetely need it someday." You made him promise before asking him to bring you your favorite drink. "Pina colada."
Kokonoi was overjoyed for the first time in years. He was happy. And his happiness faded as soon as it started.
"A GIRL JUST JUMPED!" His body froze. He was climbing the stairs when he heard the frenzy about a girl's body lying limp in front of the casino.
He went out with your requested drink still in his hand. The crowd parted as the Bonten executive made his way to you.
You look so peaceful lying in front of the casino. Blood oozing out of your body.
His heart shattered for the second time.
Why do you live?
Your question echoed in his mind. He had no reason. No reason at all.
You were just alive and you were just warming his freezing heart. Now you're rapidly chilling. He slowly kneeled in front of you moving your head onto his lap.
Even after witnessing deaths of multiple traitors and even after causing death. It was a disturbing sight for him to see.
It was disturbing for him to see you happier now that you're lifeless. It was so disturbing to realized you've always been in misery, and death was the only thing that helped you achieve peace.
Kokonoi placed a kiss on your forehead before looking at the dice you gave him.
"Token of our friendship."
You could've been the reason he lives. But he'll never be yours.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading. <Reblogs&Replies are greatly appreciated.>
Don't copy.
TW!! Sanzu slander
NO HATE (not rlly) FOR SANZU BUT WHY HIM OUT OF ALL PEOPLE, I WOULD PERSONALLY CHOOSE MIKEY (Boten) THEN HIM.
"oh soft Sanzu would be best bo-"
FUCKING NO, YOU CANT DENY THAT FUCKING SHIT WHERE HE COULD TRADE YOU FOR Fucking DRUGS. 😭😭
MAN EVEN TAKEOMI IS HOTTER THEN HIM❗❗❗
TOKYOREV BOYS IN ONE NIGHT STANDS
CHARACTER(S): Ran . Sanzu . Rindou
WARNING/S: nsfw implications
Ran Haitani
The sun gently woke you up from your sleep, a groan followed up by a migraine, accompanied by the sinful and blissful memories from last night. Never in your sober self had you ever thought you'll hit it off with Ran, one thing led to another and you both ended up making out, later continuing to your room.
but you were not surprised to wake up beside a cold spot in bed, of course, the infamous Ran Haitani wouldn't settle for someone like you. you're just one of his another one-night stand, and you were a fool to believe that there was something between you two. a sigh escape your lips from the thought, that is until the bathroom door opened and out Ran Haitani in nothing but pants, that were hanging low on his lips, his toned stomach in display for you to see.
"you're still here?" you asked surprised, quickly averting your eyes that unconsciously traveled to his exposed skin. something Ran definitely saw but decided to ignore for now after hearing your accusation.
"did you think I left?" he asked amusedly with a playful grin, before picking up his discarded shirt and putting it on effortlessly "I'm hurt that you think so lowly of me"
you rolled your eyes, It's not just me that thinks that everyone does" he chuckled as he easily tied his tie and look for his socks, from his actions, it's easy to understand what he meant, that this between you two was just a one-night stand, it was a hopeful dream that he would settle for you.
you pouted as you gathered the blanket, "Anyways, you were probably on your way out and I just caught you leaving" your words coming out questioning as you went under the blankets to hide your red face, " Well don't let me hold you back"
it was silence at first before the blanket was rudely pulled away from you, just enough to see Ran waiting seating beside you on the bed, a playful grin adorning his lips. "you look so irresistible right now do you know that?" "hey!" you felt heat in your cheeks at Ran's seemingly calm demeanor as if teasing you. but soon drops into something serious as he pecks your lips in assurance.
"I have to leave early for a meeting" he whispered disappointedly, if he were to choose hell spend the rest of his life with you in bed.
"but trust me I'll see you tonight" he sealed with a kiss, deeper and with more emotion.
Sanzu Haruchiyo
Sanzu was a deep sleeper, that or he just didn't care as you rush in the morning gathering your clothes and putting them on, before leaving his room in a complete mess.
you started your morning, as usual, reporting and checking some stuff. the morning was so busy that you almost forgot about the night before, but images from last night kept crawling back into your mind. and when you thought that Sanzu had probably moved on with his day, he came angrily stalking towards you that very afternoon, his eyes swirling almost feral.
"If you think you can just run away and pretend nothing happened, then you're wrong" he blurted out as he rudely interrupted your conversation with one of the members, who immediately read the atmosphere and left. definitely not wanting to face the upset Sanzu. "Sanzu-san I- " "Sanzu?" he interrupted exasperatedly, looking down at you, his eyes full of so much emotion, something you don't see that often "That wasn't my name last night unless you need reminding of then I'll be more than happy to take you h-"
"Ha-Haru!" you immediately corrected, flustered and face flushed from the surge of memories. as you look left and right, making sure no one was around before continuing "Look what happened last night, it was an accident we both don't want, you're not under any obligation, can we just forget about it?"
"I don't want to" was his stern response as you can't help but only stare at him at the sudden seriousness of his words. gasping when he surprisingly gently cupped your chin.
"do you have any idea how long I wanted you?" he said, his breath hitting your lips as he watch your eyes flicker between his lips and eyes. a sign he only needed before pressing his lips against yours. you felt him smirk as you responded to his kiss and before you knew it you felt his arms beneath your legs before picking you up, bridal style.
"Now, that's a good girl"
Rindou Haitani
Amidst the headache and soar body, the first thing you notice when you woke up was the delicious smell of coffee and pancakes. sitting up from the bed, clutching the blanket over your naked body, the fact you're not in your room becomes apparent. it was then that the pleasant memories from the night before come rushing.
The Bonten executives had a gathering last night, and more than usual the guys ordered more drinks than they can handle. all you remember was more than half of them were drunks, the others passed out somewhere. while you and Rin somehow ended up in his room.
grabbing a clean shirt from his closet, you threw it on before making your way to the kitchen. expecting to see some take-out food or maybe Rindou will kick you out of his room right away. but to your bewilderment, there stands Rindo Haitani in his sweatpants and shirt, yet looking good, behind a stove, a spatula in one hand.
"What?" he asked after noticing you standing on the threshold, staring ridiculously at him. but one thing he noticed was how good you look wearing his shirt he quickly averted his gaze away, in fear of you seeing his red face.
"What are you doing?" you asked cautiously, now a little aware that you're basically wearing nothing except his shirt. but considering what happened last night, what's more, to be embarrassed about.
"what does it look like I'm doing?" Rin simply answered as he put the newly cooked pancake on a plate, before setting them down on the table, gesturing you to take a seat.
quietly, you sat in front of the newly cook pancake while Rin sets 2 cups of coffee. you stared at the delicious food in front of you. however, as good as it smells, you can't help but think that this food was his way of consolation before kicking you out.
"who cooks breakfast for their one-night stand" you mumbled sheepily but he heard you anyway.
"No one" He firmly said, as he sets down a cup of coffee beside your plate "Because this is not a one-night stand" your head perks up, "what?"
Rindou looked at you with a furrow on his forehead, his arms crossed against his chest, "you slept with me, you're wearing my shirt- half naked, in the middle of my kitchen"
He sighs," don't play dumb…"
"you're already mine"