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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.”

Park Buddy

Sanzu x child!reader

So this was a request, however I somehow deleted it so...... whoever requested this I hope you recognize it.

Part 2 Part 3

You hated being home, it was always so lonely. You parents never gave you the attention you needed. It hurt, when you saw them laughing, completely ignoring you.

Instead of staying in your room and drowning yourself in self-pity, exploring the park a few blocks down your street was your favorite past time.

Normally there would be kids all over the park, but no one was really there, except one guy. He was sitting on a bench, all alone. Since there were no kids to play with, you decided to talk to the stranger, even though he looks scary.

"You have beautiful hair"

What a strange thing to say to a stranger. Not even a hello or anything. It certainly surprised Sanzu that a little kid wasn't scared of him and decided to talk to him. It didn't happen every day and it intruiged Sanzu to know that this little kid wanted to befriend him.

This was the start of a.... strange friendship but a beautiful nonetheless. You would go to the park every day and talk with Sanzu, and at the end of the day, he would walk you home to make sure your safe. Some days he wouldn't be there because he had to be at some kind of meeting but he would sometimes buy you ice-cream to make up for it. And as the days went by Sanzu and you had become inseparable.You felt safe with him, as if you could share everything with him. You held him dearly in your heart and you felt like noth would every change that.

"You're like... the best big brother ever"

It took him by surprise. He knew about your relationship with your parents, he was glad that he was someone you trust so much... but big brother? He never had a big brother that cared so much about him and his situation with Senju wasn't great either. But when the words came out of your mouth his heart did swell.

"Yeah sure... I'll be your big brother"

Heyo! It’s the person who requested the Sanzu x child! Reader- and I was gonna ask for a part two- but like- reader shows up at the park with a bruised cheek, and eyes full of tears.

Apparently his parents finally noticed he was going somewhere all the time and hit in for it and he also told some kids from school at about Sanzu and they told him Sanzu wasn’t real. So now he’s at the park waiting for his brother to come comfort him or something.

Tbh I just want some angsty fluff comfort stuff, this is just kinda to give you ideas

Park Buddy pt. 2

I hope it is to you liking and thank you so much for requesting. Sorry for the wait but I had to focus on some school work

Pt. 1 Pt. 3

Today had been your worst day.

You told the kids at school about Sanzu. You were so excited to share how amazing he was and that he was your big brother. However, instead of admiration the all laughed at you. They made fun of you, telling how you out of all people would never have and actual friend, Sanzu was just your imaginary friend you made up to feel special.

The walk home from school was full with kids laughter and you feeling like the biggest idiot. At least at home you could have your peace. Well, not today. As soon as you stepped through the doorway your parents were yelling at you. Apparently a neighbor voiced their concern to your parents, they saw you coming home late.

They screamed at you, how stupid you were and now other people would think they are bad parents. It's all about them. They didn't even care that something might happend to you, they just didn't want anyone to think they were bad people. How ironic.

You felt so ashamed, so small while they were yelling at you. When you didn't give them an answer to the question where you were your "mother" slapped you. You were stunned. It took a while to process the burning pain on your cheek. She actually slapped you. Once they were done they went back to whatever they were doing before.

What a great day, right? By now tears were rolling down your cheeks. You felt horrible.

All you needed was comfort. Something you knew you would only get from Your big brother. You ran out of your house, stumbling and unfortunately falling on the hard concrete. Bruising you knees in the process, but you didn't care and stood right up and ran to the park, were big brother was already waiting.

Sanzu didn't expect to see you crying, nor did he think about you showing up with a swollen, red cheek and grazed knees.

He raced rushed towards you. As soon as he got to you, he held you close, trying to comfort you. You were crying hysterically into his chest while he carried you to the bench. He sat you down and gently cupped your cheeks. He wiped you tears with his thumbs, while telling you 'everything is alright' and 'your fine now, I'm here'.

It didn't take long until you calmed down enough to tell your story. Obviously his blood was boiling when he heard what you "mother" did, but for now he had to comfort you. Sanzu thought of you as a little brother, part of his family, someone he had to protect.

After he took care of your grazed knees with some band aids he had, he took you out for ice-cream. It helped a little bit with your cheek and it certainly took you mind of the previous events.

When you had finished your ice-cream, you cuddled up to you big brother while he pat you head. The warmth he radiated was soothing, and after a short time you actually fell asleep. Sanzu held you close. He felt sorry for you.

It was getting dark, Sanzu didn't want to wake you from your peaceful slumber, so he carried you to your house. Shortly before you reached your destination you woke up feeling a lot better.

Sanzu made sure to sneak his way towards your window, which, luckily, was on ground floor. He lifted you up so you could climb into your room. Before you closed you window you said goodbye.

"Thank you big brother"

At least your day ended the best way possible.

All for you

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Scenario: Sanzu gets revenge on your ex boyfriend (because best friends don't forget) and ends up in the hospital where you visit him

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x gender neutral reader (platonic)

Requested: no

Genre: fluff?

Warnings: angsty? , hospital stay, mentions of bruises and threats, perhaps a bit obsessive

Word count: 500+

A/N: he's not posessive and dangerous, he's actually very caring and sweet towards you. Idk how deranged you have to be :) but we'll just squint really hard and believe it.

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"What have you done? Have you lost your mind?" No, you didn't even try to be quiet marching into the hospital room.

Sanzu looked at you with a crooked grin as you walked closer. The worry was prominent in your eyes, although you tried so hard to be angry right now. "Best friends don't forget", he simply stated, huffing out loud.

You could tell he was still suffering the aftermath with how he seemed so out of breath. And of course, the black eye along with several other bruises and the fact you had gotten a text to meet him at the hospital was a good indicator for the trouble he had caused, too.

"And that's why you decided to find a reason for your entire gang to join you in a fight against my ex?"

"Yes. He deserved it. And I could have killed him for what he's done to you."

Groaning, you shook your head and eventually took a seat next to him on the edge of the bed, trying to calm down.

"We've been over that. You don't have to protect me. I'm fine, I swear. He's in the past."

You failed at blinking away the tears that had formed in your eyes and leaned down, laying yourself over him as sort of an embrace. For a moment you were entirely still, trying to hear his heartbeat beneath your own.

"You didn't kill him", you whispered. It had surprised you when you had heard the news. Both, him being injured and in the hospital but more so that he let the guy live.

"You would've hated me if I had... I've only been doing this for you... Y'know that." His voice was quiet and it was obvious he was suppressing pain.

Your heart ached. "Haru..." Swallowing you drew back to look at him again. And to give him room to breathe.

"I'm your best friend. Of course I'll always protect you." The smile on his face might have seemed deranged for some but not to you. It was genuine and sweet.

"Stop making me worry. Promise me."

A nurse came in briefly and checked up on the situation.

"I'll pay the bills for his stay here. I can take care of it", you assured with a polite nod. Your eyes were still glistening with tears and emotions.

Only when they walked out again, you let your gaze fall back to your friend.

Despite everything you couldn't help being concerned about his condition. And maybe you should, after all it wasn't an every day occasion for him to end up at the hospital.

"You don't have to do that."

You moved your hand to gently hold his. "I do. It's nothing compared to everything you've done for me all these years. Everything you are... You've been my home, Haru. I can't risk losing you."

"Y- won't lose me. I'll find you. Don't care how long it takes. If you stray from my side, I'll find you again." It was meant lovingly but the words could easily have been viewed as a threat by anybody else but you.

The truth was, you had become his reason to hang on. The reason he existed. He would never let go of you.

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