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Day 3 of writing Bonten men in "The Office" Scenarios
Kakucho: We are going to practice ABC, which stands for Airway Breathing Circulation.
Kokonoi: *Raises hand*
Kakucho: *sighs* yes?
Kokonoi: Okay well, see, that can be a little confusing because in sales, ABC means Always Be Closing.
Sanzu: You know, since I'm number 2, I think I should be teaching this health course.
Kokonoi: Sanzu, until your druggie ass can understand the definition of "health" I suggest you, respectfully, shut the fuck up.
Sanzu: *Sliding out his katana*
Kakucho: ENOUGH!
Day 5 of writing Bonten men in "The Office" Scenarios
Rindou:*Puts on his glasses as he does paperwork*
Sanzu: Hey Rindou, here's the report- *gasps* Oh my god...
Rindou: ...What?
Sanzu: Oh my god-what the hell is that on your face?
*Rindou confused as hell*: What's on my face???
Sanzu: Are you wearing a disguise or something?? You look awful!
Rindou:...
Rindou: Sanzu wtf, I'm literally just trying to see.
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.”
Hii! Can you do parent Sanzu hcs? Thank you in advance. Have a nice day💚
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 🤍 Sanzu as a parent? Definitely a good challenge...
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
— Sanzu Haruchiyo as a parent HCS ᡣ𐭩
Are you pregnant? JAJAHAHAJJAA nice joke! Yes, you scared him a lot. Oh, isn't this a joke...? Holy shit. This was more or less Sanzu's reaction when you told him you were expecting a baby. Surprised and deeply scared, simply that
In reality he never wanted to be a father, also because he never had a father figure to refer to as a child. Takeomi acted as a father to him but practically destroyed him, so thinking about what he would be like as a father he simply realized that it wasn't his role. So yes, he didn't take it very well at first... let's say he disappeared for a week
He came back simply because he realized that he didn't want to see yet another child like him in the world without someone to refer to. Deep down, after thinking about it on the one hand, it excited him to see himself as a father: come on, a kid with a katana and pink or white hair wouldn't look bad!
If he were to have a family image, it would consist of only one child for the simple fact that with his job he wouldn't have time for more than one. You'll eventually end up with five, but let's not tell that to the unconscious Sanzu. He just realized how good it was to have someone similar to him and you
Definitely a daughter type. When he found out that your first child would be a girl, he literally blew up a building under Bonten's empire. He doesn't know it either, but girls have something that boys don't have. He undoubtedly loves all his children, but he himself admits that he has something more with his daughters than with his sons
One day you came home with your son with a small scar on his face, nothing huge, simply caused by a fall from the slide. He hid it, but deep down it shook him a little: he wouldn't wish on any of his children what he went through with his scars on his face, so seeing the child like that made him mentally weak for a few days. He already kills normally, so he would have little problem killing for his children
The type of parent who covers the children's silence with gifts. Did he accidentally break a vase while you weren't home and a daughter saw it? Perfect, by tomorrow she will have the doll she wants so much. This went on for a while until one day one of your sons, after receiving a gift, still told you what a mess his father had made. Let's say that Sanzu slept on the sofa for a few days, but at least all the children insisted on sleeping with him so as not to make him feel alone. Did he win? Yes, but at what cost...
It happened that he showed up at Bonten meetings with some child in his arms. He trusts to leave them with Kakucho, but the Haitans have to stay light years away. Like, "yeah, we can plan a disaster next week in Tokyo" while his son drools on his hand. He also has some photos and videos on his phone of Mikey holding the baby and just staring at him... a little creepy actually, but as long as Mikey does it, it's just fine
Hii! Can you do parent Sanzu hcs? Thank you in advance. Have a nice day💚
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 🤍 Sanzu as a parent? Definitely a good challenge...
𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
— Sanzu Haruchiyo as a parent HCS ᡣ𐭩
Are you pregnant? JAJAHAHAJJAA nice joke! Yes, you scared him a lot. Oh, isn't this a joke...? Holy shit. This was more or less Sanzu's reaction when you told him you were expecting a baby. Surprised and deeply scared, simply that
In reality he never wanted to be a father, also because he never had a father figure to refer to as a child. Takeomi acted as a father to him but practically destroyed him, so thinking about what he would be like as a father he simply realized that it wasn't his role. So yes, he didn't take it very well at first... let's say he disappeared for a week
He came back simply because he realized that he didn't want to see yet another child like him in the world without someone to refer to. Deep down, after thinking about it on the one hand, it excited him to see himself as a father: come on, a kid with a katana and pink or white hair wouldn't look bad!
If he were to have a family image, it would consist of only one child for the simple fact that with his job he wouldn't have time for more than one. You'll eventually end up with five, but let's not tell that to the unconscious Sanzu. He just realized how good it was to have someone similar to him and you
Definitely a daughter type. When he found out that your first child would be a girl, he literally blew up a building under Bonten's empire. He doesn't know it either, but girls have something that boys don't have. He undoubtedly loves all his children, but he himself admits that he has something more with his daughters than with his sons
One day you came home with your son with a small scar on his face, nothing huge, simply caused by a fall from the slide. He hid it, but deep down it shook him a little: he wouldn't wish on any of his children what he went through with his scars on his face, so seeing the child like that made him mentally weak for a few days. He already kills normally, so he would have little problem killing for his children
The type of parent who covers the children's silence with gifts. Did he accidentally break a vase while you weren't home and a daughter saw it? Perfect, by tomorrow she will have the doll she wants so much. This went on for a while until one day one of your sons, after receiving a gift, still told you what a mess his father had made. Let's say that Sanzu slept on the sofa for a few days, but at least all the children insisted on sleeping with him so as not to make him feel alone. Did he win? Yes, but at what cost...
It happened that he showed up at Bonten meetings with some child in his arms. He trusts to leave them with Kakucho, but the Haitans have to stay light years away. Like, "yeah, we can plan a disaster next week in Tokyo" while his son drools on his hand. He also has some photos and videos on his phone of Mikey holding the baby and just staring at him... a little creepy actually, but as long as Mikey does it, it's just fine
GOD UR MOODBOARDS ARE JUST SO AESTHETICALLY PLEASING HSGWGEHHE. I saw the tr one so, if u don't mind, can u do a sanzu bonten version, plz?? Thank u sm in advanced, hope u have a great day🫶🫶🤍🎀
Dating Bonten Sanzu Haruchiyo <3
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : you can also find sanzu b4 bonten here! also,,, sanzu bonten, sanzu bonten, sanzu bonten-
Sanzu x reader
Warning: yandere, gun, angst, wepond, violence, if there is anything else please tell me!
It was never the same. More like he was never the same. He changed. Why did everything change? Why did he do this? Why did you stay? Why were you still in love with him? You have been with Sanzu for a while now. At the beginning he was sweet and lovely. He is always there when you need something or him. Now he is never there for you. He comes home all upset and gets mad at you for the smallest of things. Now whenever he comes home you just try not to say anything to him so then you don’t make him more upset. Did he even love you any more? Did he just find someone else but didn’t know how to say goodbye? You didn’t know anymore. You wanted to ask him about it but when you brought it up he just ignored you and continued doing what he was doing. Today was his day off. He was cleaning his gun but you were busy on your phone. While you were looking on your phone you kept looking at Sanzu. You thought maybe right now would be the right time to ask if he is seeing someone. “Sanzu?” You ask softly. You then put your phone down and look at him. He didn’t even look up but you heard a hm. “Do you even love me?” You asked. You then saw him look at you before looking back at his gun and continuing it. He then shrugs his shoulders. You just frown at his response. Why doesn’t he know? Maybe it would be good to get out of his hair. Clearly he doesn’t care about you enough to answer a simple question. Even if he answered it with a lie you would be a bit happy to know that he could answer it. You then get up and head to the bedroom. You needed to get your stuff before you left. You then texted one of your friends to come pick you up and that you were leaving him. Your friend texted okay and said that they would be there in ten minutes. You then closed the door and locked it. You didn’t know if Sanzu cared or not but he can be scary when he gets upset. You also didn’t want to worry about that or things so it's better to have the door locked. You then grabbed some bags before packing your stuff. Once you finished packing you looked at your phone and saw that your friend said that they were here. You then grabbed your bags and unlocked the door and headed out. You then went to the door and put your shoes on. Right when you were about to open the door you felt something on your back. You looked over and saw Sanzu behind you. You then felt him pull back his gun that was on your back. “Where are you going?” He asked and looked at you. “I’m leaving, Sanzu” You said and crossed your arms. You just see him glare at you. Why was he upset about it? I mean he couldn’t even answer if he loves you or not. “Why are you? Do you not love me? Am I not good enough for you? What did I do? I did everything for you, why are you leaving now?” He kept asking you questions without letting you answer. “Sanzu.” You say. Trying to get him to stop asking you questions. He then looks at you confused. “We clearly are not good for each other anymore. Thanks for everything but it's over.” You said before grabbing your stuff and heading for the door again. “It’s because of your friends, isn't it? They don’t think that I’m good enough for you.” He mutters quickly. You almost didn’t hear him but you did. You then stopped and looked at him. You didn’t want your friends in this. “Sanzu, that's not true.” You say but you guessed that it just went through one ear and out the other. You saw him grip onto his gun tighter and grab your waist. “You're staying here. Your mine. If you leave I won’t mind killing everyone you know.” He says. You hesitantly node. He then smiles and hugs you. “Good. That’s good. Your mine. All mine” He mutters into your ear. He then picks you up and sits you down on the couch. “I’ll put your stuff away.” He says and goes and gets your stuff. He then heads to your guys room and puts your stuff away while you sit on the couch. He then comes back and sits beside you and pulls you into his lap and holds you and puts his face in your neck and relaxes.