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The Delinquent Next Door - Part 1: Strange Encounter

Synopsis: You come home, only to see your neighbor trying to break into his own apartment. What’s more? He’s a complete jerk!

Pairing: Hanma Shuji X Neighbor! Reader

Genre: Fluff? I’m not sure- (Neighbors to lovers)

Warnings: Mild cussing, insults, mild mentions of blood and violence

A/N: This is my first time posting on here, so I hope you enjoy! (check out part 2!)

Part 1    Part 2     Part 3     Part 4 

All Hanma wanted was to be able to pass the time with a couple of beers he had snagged from the shitty, run down convenience store around the corner near his apartment complex. 

Kisaki hadn’t called him up to take part in another one of his adventurous schemes that he had planned for the night, so he decided to take the opportunity to relax for the night and just wait for him to call him out in the confines of his small, shaggy apartment. 

But, that plan immediately went to shit after he had performed an entire body search on himself for the past half hour for the one thing that was keeping him from entering his apartment.

Just fucking peachy.

Cursing under his breath, Hanma continues to aggressively search his soaked  hoodie and jeans for his keys. 

Just where the hell could they be? I could’ve sworn I left with them...

Then, he pauses, and in that moment, realization slapped him across the face.

Before he had went to the convenience store, he had saw the chance to pick a fight with a few small fry gangsters that were nearby. The reason behind it? Simple. He was bored. And, while doing so, it had started to pour, but, of course, that didn't stop him. 

However, it didn’t occur to him at the time that there was a possibility that he could’ve dropped his keys while he was having a field day with the poor souls that happened to ‘stumble’ across his way. 

After all, he couldn’t just go home without having a little bit of his own fun. Wreaking havoc was something that he needed, so his life didn’t feel as dull as a rock. Picking fights was the same as eating and sleeping in his mind. 

Anyone who took a glance at him, let alone witness the way he would walk around with his clothes that were occasionally decorated with small blood splatters as well as coupled with his bloody knuckles, would know right off the bat that the word ‘peaceful’ didn't exist in his world. 

That included his next door neighbor.

However, the current question remaining was how he was supposed to get inside without his keys.

The answer he was looking for immediately surfaced in his mind.

Guess I’m just gonna have to kick the door open.

Sure, instead of busting down the door like the heathen he is known to be, he could just ask the landlady for the spare keys to his door. 

But, then he'd have an earful of the old hag’s nagging, and that's the last thing he needed to add to his night.

Besides, there wasn’t anyone around to scold him for it, so it was the perfect chance to bust down the door without getting reprimanded in the process. 

Huffing, he lets the plastic bag he had slinked around his wrist drop to the floor with a heavy thud.

He plants his left foot down, while he readies his right foot to kick the door. 

Lifting his right foot up, he shifts all his weight into his leg, forcing his foot forward as he lands the first kick against the door. 

He repeats the action for a few minutes, until he sees a slight crack in the opening, but not enough to completely open it.

Another one should do it.

Before he could kick the door again, he stops mid-way when he hears a familiar voice ring in his ears.

“Excuse me.”

His body completely freezes, as if he was stuck in time for a moment. 

Slowly, he brings his right foot down, and turns his head to the side, only to see the one and only person he’d least expect to be out so late at night.

You. His fellow next-door neighbor.

Usually, you’d be home by 10 and have classical music blasted all night long. How exactly does he know this? 

He just happens to watch stalk you from the stairwell on the second floor whenever he’s out for a smoke. Your routine was quite predictable.

His golden orbs scan over you, observing the tension in your muscles as he casts his gaze at you from a few feet apart.

You wore plain jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, along with an ugly-looking, dark brown apron with nothing but your flimsy name-tag adorning it at the top right corner.

The awkward silence didn’t do the situation any justice as you held the stare of the tall, lanky male, who’s clothes were in the same condition as your own.

“Um...I know it’s not any of my business, but... I don’t suppose you need help getting in?” Your voice slightly trembled, but it held concern for the infamous delinquent.

Furrowing his brows at the offer, he glances at the slightly cracked door and back at you.

“You want to help me break down the door?”

Your eyes flew wide open at the response. 

“Is that what you’ve been trying to do?! Do you not have your keys?” You questioned.

He shoved his hands in his muggy pockets and shrugged. “Lost em’.”

“Why not ask the landlady then? You do realize you are gonna have to pay for the damages? Or even worse, get kicked out?,” You interrogated, folding your arms over your chest. The tension in your body completely melting as you scold the tall male, as if he were a child.

The admonishment and questioning was annoying, yet...cute? 

A smirk tugs at his lips. How amusing it was to get scolded by his usually quiet neighbor. Hell, he’d go so far as to try to add more fuel to the fire. 

“Well I certainly ain’t gonna wanna answer to the old bat, so do ya got any better ideas doll?” The cliché pet name rolls smoothly off his tongue. Funny how he’s trying to to be flirty, despite the odd situation he was conversing with you in.

“Watch your mouth,” you retort. 

The response only causes to further grow the devious smirk on Hanma’s face. His amusement at the small banter doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“If you’re so bothered by going to ask the landlady for the spare keys, then you could just pick the lock.”

“Do I look like a burglar to you?”

“I didn't mean it like that!”

He hums, “Sure.”

Strike one.

“Besides, I wasn't talking about you.”

His eyes widen for a moment.

Wait...what?

Shocker much? To Hanma it certainly was unexpected. 

Hanma had never expected his shy, passive neighbor to even have an idea on how to break inside someone’s home. Let alone have the knowledge to pick a lock.

Funny how you can learn a lot from people you barely interact with in just one night.

He quirks a questioning brow as he points a slender finger to the door. Once again, glancing from it and then back to you.

“Are you telling me...you know how to pick a lock?”

Silence. 

You turn your head to side as heat rises to your cheeks. Subconsciously, you slightly shift from one foot to the other.

“Well...I mean...”

“You can pick a lock?”

Strike two.

This jerk.

You whip your head back to him and scoff. 

Unbelievable.

I guess this is what happens when you try to be helpful to the infamous delinquent of Kabukicho. Give em’ and inch and they take a whole damn mile. 

You knew better to expect this, but you were raised to help others, no matter who they were or what they did. Regardless, he was starting to tick you off.

Just how cocky is he?

If only you knew.

“Yes, I can pick a lock.” You force out, feigning confidence in your answer, despite the fact that you were perfectly capable in doing so.

He narrows his eyes, the same shit-eating smirk stretched across his face. “A goody-two-shoes like you can pick a lock? I don’t believe it.” He mocks, folding his arms as he leans against the cement balcony.

And there goes strike three.

“Why you-! You know what. Fine. Good luck busting down your own door!” You huff, as you turn on your heel towards your own apartment room door, fishing out the keys from your apron’s pocket.

“Sure. Thanks!” 

Just who does he think he is, that little-

You pause. Huh?

For a moment, you could feel a twinge of guilt settle in the pit of your stomach. 

Sure he was a jerk. No doubt about it. But, your conscience nagged you a little more about considering his side of the story. 

It was bad enough he’s soaking wet and not even able to get inside to change into dry clothes. He could catch a cold and, in the end, still get into huge trouble with the landlady. 

If you were being honest with yourself, the old landlady wasn’t as much of a saint either. She was quite bitter towards others when she wanted to be (which was everyday when someone even breathed the same air as she did). 

You sighed.

An idiot. That’s what he was.

Biting down on your lip, you reluctantly turn back to see your troubled neighbor once again prepare to bulldoze his door.

You watch as he readies himself to once again to kick it down. 

“Wait!”

A frustrated groan leaves his lips as he snaps his head back to you, only to find you knelt down in front of his door, two hairpins stuck in between the lock as you tinker with the small pieces of metal.

Hanma blinks owlishly a few times.

That was quick.

Oddly enough, Hanma finds himself standing beside you, leaning against the wall while watching carefully as you work.

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It doesn't take long until you hear a familiar click of the door unlocking.

You quickly stand up, while picking up the wet plastic bag that had been forgotten long ago.

You peek at the contents, taking notice of the four cans of beer and bag of cheese curls.

The sudden bitter smell of nicotine and the puff of smoke invades your senses.

“I believe that's mine,” he interrupts, gently taking the bag from your hands. He walks inside his room, stopping midway through the door frame, while turning back to you.

“By the way,” he pauses, taking another drag of the cancer stick that was nestled between his parted lips, “What’s ya name?”

For a moment, you blanked at the question. 

“[f/n]. [f/n] [l/n].”

He smiles.

“Thanks for the help, doll~”

You let an exasperated sigh.

“You ask for my name, yet you still use such a corny nickname for me? You’re infuriating.”

He shrugs. “I only asked cus’ I was curious. Get used to it.”

You frown. “Jerk...” you mutter.

You pipe up at the sound of a snort followed by a deep chuckle emitted from the male.

I help him and this is how I’m treated? The nerve!

Silently cursing your conscience once more, your thoughts are interrupted.  

“Nice to meet ya, [f/n]. I’ll see ya around, yeah?”

You absentmindedly nodded.

But, before you could muster a question of your own, he shuts the door without another word.

Now, there you were, standing in front of your neighbor’s half-beaten door, completely stunned.

You shake your head.

You make your way inside your own room while closing the door behind you. Slipping off your shoes and hanging your keys, you silently trudge your way over to the old record player where you would faithfully play Mozart all night long. 

After washing up and settling yourself in your bed, you lay awake as you replay the events of tonight with your troubling neighbor in your mind.

You chuckled to yourself. How silly. 

Sighing, you look out the window of your apartment with a content smile resting on your face.

Deep down, you hoped to see the neighboring delinquent more often. Hopefully, not in an odd situation as what you experienced tonight.

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The Delinquent Next Door - Part 2: Returning The Favor

Genre: Fluff?

Synopsis: Hoping to see your neighbor once again, you make your way home. What you don’t expect is to wind up getting chased by a gang!

Pairing: Hanma Shuji X Neighbor! Reader

Warnings/Mentions: Cursing, mentions of blood/injury, blood/injury, fear, suggestive mentions of SA.

A/N: heyyy luvs! Thank you so much for the support, it means a lot! Here’s a part 2 for the fic I had posted recently. I decided I’d continue with it, since I didn’t like how I just ended it off. I’ll be making more parts to this so stay tuned! (btw this one was a bit rushed, so I apologize in advance, but enjoy!)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3      Part 4

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It’s been a week since the strange encounter with your rude neighbor. Ever since that night, the thought of your neighbor never left your mind, and it bothered you. As much as you hated to admit it, he struck your curiosity. You had pondered many questions that had yet to be answered from that night, which was part of the reason why you were so eager to see him again. After all, the smudges of blood he had on his clothes that night didn’t go unnoticed by you. He didn’t even bother to tell you his name. Then again, he didn’t have to if he didn't intend to see you again. After all, seeing him that night was just by pure coincidence. If you had gotten home by 10, which was the usual time you’d be back from work, you probably wouldn’t have even realized he was home.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you hold your head in your hands, hunched over behind the counter of the diner where you worked.

“Hey, y/n!” Peeking from your hunched-over position, you see your friend walking over to you with her usual confident smile plastered on her face.

“Hey f/n.” I replied tiredly. She raises a brow at you. “You're messing with your posture, sit up straight!” She scolds. You can’t help but giggle at her mother-like nature. Straightening your back you smile. “My bad,” you giggled.

Your eyes wandered to her work bag that was slung over her shoulder. You tilt your head to the side, eyebrows knit together in confusion. "You're leaving early? I thought you had a shift tonight."

Her expression falters as she reaches for the back of her neck, avoiding your gaze. "Well...that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."

Oh?

"What do you mean?"

“Well, I know you hate to get home late and all since your apartment is pretty far, but I was hoping you could cover my shift for tonight?” She lowers her voice to a squeak at the end of her sentence, wincing as she waits for your response.

“No.” You deadpanned.

Pouting she whines, “Oh, come onnnn! It’s just for tonight!”

“I don’t care. You already know why I don’t work night-shifts in the first place, especially since I don't have a ride to take me home!” You scold, crossing your arms.

Anyone who lived in the Kabukicho District knew that it was dangerous for people to walk the streets at night. As soon as dark would loom over, thieves, gangsters, yakuza, and all other sorts of trouble would linger on the streets. The last thing you wanted was to end up in a dangerous situation where you were bound to get caught up in and regret later. To make things worse, you didn’t even know basic self-defense, so it was a given that it wouldn’t be worth the risk. Which is why you always stuck to your usual 10 AM-5 PM schedule.

“But y/n, there’s no one else to cover my shift tonight, and I really need to be somewhere later,” she pleads, clasping her hands together.

You raised a questioning brow, “What’s so important that you’d ask me to cover for you?”

“W-well--I happen to have classes later tonight..” She trails off, gnawing on her lip as she fidgets with the hem of her apron.

“Really?”

Rolling her eyes, she sighs dejectedly, “Okay! Okay! I just… I have a really important date tonight, and well... you’re the only person left to cover.” She shoots me a sad puppy look. “I promise I’ll owe you big time if you cover for me, he’s really nice and I don’t wanna stand him up!”

Now as much as you were completely against the idea of going home in the middle of the night, you began to consider the fact that your friend was basically begging you just to take over for one night. Not only that, but you knew that she was struggling with relationships and finding “the one” and now she has the chance to possibly go out with a guy that will treat her well.

You glanced at the desperate look she had once more and immediately turned your head to the side, trying to keep your stern facade up. However, your conscience certainly wasn't having it. Saying 'no' to her could mean that she could lose the chance to finally find true love. On the other hand, saying 'no' would mean you'd be saving yourself from a bunch of trouble that is bound to come along your way.

It is just for one night…

After mulling it over for what seems like centuries, you breathe out a defeated sigh, turning your attention back to your friend. You leaned towards her, putting up one finger. “One night. Just this once.”

She pipes up, immediately crushing you in a death-grip hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Y/n you won’t regret it I promise!” She squeals.

"Don't mention it, just make sure you tell me about how it went later, alright?" You groan.

Releasing me, she dashes out the door while waving off.

Four hours later...

It was safe to say that you, indeed, regretted everything you said. If there was a time machine available for you to go back and slap you four hours ago, you would use it. Here you were faced with a shadowy alleyway, which was the only shortcut that would get you back home without having to call a cab.

"Meow!"

Tensing up, you whip your head around until you're met with a pair of big green eyes and black fur. Sighing in relief, the tightness in your muscles slightly melts away as you knelt down beside the small creature.

"Hey there...you scared me." You coo softly, petting the bundle of fur. You take notice of the small, pink collar around its neck with a round golden tag with the name Midnight engraved in it.

"Where's your owner?"

"Meowww!"

"Would you like to come home with me?" Purring, it nuzzles against the palm of your hand. Your heart swells at the affectionate fur ball.  "Heh, I'll take that as a 'yes', then."

Gently, you scooped up the kitten and carefully placed her inside your work bag. Looking back into the dark abyss of the alleyway, you swallowed harshly as you slowly made your way through. At least you had company. As you're walking down the narrow space, you hear muffled chatter at the other end of the way. Getting closer, you could make out a group of burly, gruff-looking men in matching uniforms with a weird logo decorating the backs of each of their jackets.

If that alone didn't scream 'gang members' I don't know what else would.

You swiftly sought refuge behind a dumpster with piles of trash above it, as you peered out from the side to get a better look at them.

There were at least four of them. They all wore black gang uniforms with the symbol of a snake and dagger on the back of their clothes. Among the four, there was a taller man with pompadour-styled hair and tattoos littering his neck and hands.

"Hey boss, did you hear about the Grim Reaper of Kabukicho? He took out another gang!" A scrawny guy with a scar on his lip, pipes up.

Grim Reaper? What kind of comic book type of name is that?? But...the way he's talking about this guy, it sounds as if he's the devil himself.

"Pfft, you really believe in that shit?" Another chimed, shoving the scrawny man on the shoulder.

"It's true! My guy over in Shibuya told me so m'self!"

"Last time I checked you shouldn't believe n' a scammer, those types of people lie through their teeth for a living." Their boss grunts, lighting a cigarette as he leans against one of the motorbikes they had parked along the sidewalk.

"Meowww!"

Fudge me. Your hands shoot to your bag as you try to muffle Midnight's cries, but alas, it was already too late.

Your heart began to pound furiously. You pressed yourself up against the smelly dumpster, careful not to add so much weight against it as you silently prayed to whatever miracle worker above that the men on the other side wouldn't come over.

"T-the hell was that?"

Snickering, one of them slap's the other upside the head,"Ow!"

"What're ya pissing ya self for? It's just a cat numb nuts!"

Dragging the cigarette from his mouth, the leader of the gang hogs out a glob of spit before turning towards his men. "Let's go."

Releasing a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding, you looked down into your bag as midnight pops her head out, innocent orbs staring at your frightened ones. "You are so lucky you're cute." you muttered, scratching your fingertip against her head. She purrs in response. Sighing, you slowly stand up into a crouched position from your hiding spot, faltering a bit. An odd tingling feeling is present in your legs as it spreads to your knees. It was as if your legs had become noodles after sitting down for so long. It isn't long before your knees completely give out as you try to balance yourself on your feet. Falling backwards, your back clashes against the dumpster, causing it to shift forward. Like dominos, the pile of trash above it topples over one by one.

Safe to say that you were royally screwed at that point.

Soon you were face-to-face with the four men now towering above you, each one with a wicked smirk present on their face. Gulping thickly, you watch as the leader crouches down in front of you, reaching a hand out to grip your chin harshly. "Boys...I found the kitten." He sneers, while the rest laugh. You grip onto his arm, trying to pry his hand away, but the attempt was nothing but futile. He's strong and it's safe to say that the rest of his posse were just as overpowering as he was.

"She looks like a stray, boss!" one of them jeers from behind.

"Please just let me go a-and I promise I'll pretend I never saw you guys." You plead, trying your best to wriggle out of his painful hold.

"Oh, sweetheart...why so quick to leave? Come hang with us, we'll show you a good time~" he coos, using his thumb to caress your cheek. You felt sick to your stomach. Your body trembling, as you feared the worst by what he meant.

"Meowww! Meowwwww!" glancing over, the man turns to Midnight, who had long abandoned the refuge of your bag. She hisses. "Aww if it isn't her feline friend! Here kitty kitty!" One of the men from behind taunts, while the rest chuckles at the lame quip.

With all of their attention focused on Midnight, you make use of the opening you had. Balling your fist as tight as you could, you swing on the boss, knuckles connecting straight to his nose. Surprisingly, the attack worked, despite the fact you had zero skills in fighting, catching the well-built male off guard. He falls back on his heels, back hitting the concrete. The rest of the men behind him turn and stare in shock, too stunned to move as they try to process what was going in the split second they had been distracted.

Struggling to get up, you fumble past the men and bolt past their bikes as you dash down the street while clutching your bag. Your hand felt numb, as you squeezed it around the strap of your bag, your knuckles stinging against the cold air. Your legs were sore, but you did your best to ignore the pain and ache as you kept running.

Vrrooom. Vrrooom.

The sound of engines and exhausts rang in your ears. Looking back, you see the familiar group of men tailing behind you, along with their boss, as they sped up on their motorbikes.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

One thing leads to another, you crash against what feels like a brick wall, which halts your actions of escape. The impact forces you to fall flat on your back.

Groaning you still before slowly sitting up, reaching a hand behind your back to help support you. You look up and your eyes widen.

The said "brick wall" was none other than your neighbor towering above you. He had on worn-out jeans with a white Henley shirt and sandals. A cigarette was nestled between his middle and index finger. The back of his hand adorning a kanji you couldn't quite read, since your vision was a bit hazy after literally falling on your ass. He flicks his golden orbs down at you, scanning over your distraught figure. Leaning over, he takes a drag of his cigarette as he stares at you. "What the hell are you doing?"

Seriously??? Is the bloody knuckles and sweat not enough?

"What do you mean 'what the hell am I doing'? Can't you see I'm running for my life?!" You scowl. It's bad enough you were being chased by a bloodthirsty gang, the last thing you needed was to deal with your neighbor's unsavory attitude. He raises a questioning brow as he keeps a calm expression on his face, as if he isn't about to witness his past savior about to be ripped apart like a rag doll. "Hm? Really?  From what?"

His question is soon answered when the gang of men finally catches up with you. The leader with a bloody, crooked nose, parks his bike as he makes his way over to the two of you, while the rest of his men follow suit.

"Well you certainly know how to attract a crowd y/n." He chuckles as he saunters towards the men, placing himself in front of you and out of their sight.

"Hey pal, you know this bitch?" The leader spits, eyeing your shaking form that was slightly hidden from your neighbor's tall figure.

"Hmmm maybe I do? What's it to you," the lanky male remarks, staring down the leader with a sanguine look.

"Hand her over, she's gotta pay for my nose," he stated, eyes throwing daggers in your direction. "This is between me and the girl."

Furrowing his brows, he turns halfway to your direction, before glancing back at the leader. "She broke your nose?" he asks, bewilderment evident in his tone. "That's what the fuck I said, ain't it?"

A moment of silence fills the atmosphere, that is, until your neighbor stifles a laugh.

Is he...laughing?!

It seems the leader and the three men that accompanied him that was just about to tear you apart were thinking the same thing, since they were just as shocked and confused as you were.

Your neighbor's small laughter turns into a full blown cackle as he holds his stomach, his voice ringing out as he bellows in fits of laughter. "The fuck's so funny?!" the leader yells, getting agitated by the minute as he watches your neighbor continue to drown in his own laughter, despite the seriousness of the whole situation.

Wiping a tear from his eye, he composes himself, catching his breath before grinning at the man. "Isn't it obvious?" The leader furrows his brows, still confused as to what he had meant. "You got sucker-punched by a girl, that's what!" he exclaims, slightly turning to wink at you. "I didn't know you had it in' ya doll~" he teases cheekily. Heat rises to your cheeks as you quickly stand up and shove his shoulder. "W-what the hell? You shouldn't be teasing me at a time like this! Are you insane?!"

"A little. I thought that was obvious." He smirks.

"Your fuckin' dead!" Turning to face the now red-faced male, he uses one hand to push me back as he gets ready to block the charging male's fist. Stumbling backwards your eyes are wide as you witness the scene unfold. Your neighbor's right hand is wrapped around the gang leader's fist and he swings his left, aiming dead-center in his face, causing his broken nose to gush out more blood. The impact of his punch causes the leader to stumble backwards as he grips his face in agony. "F-FUCK!"

"Dammit, my cig," the pale-skinned male mutters, completely ignoring his opponent's cries of pain.  "Why you-"

"B-boss!" the scrawny man from before chimes, all of them bug-eyed as they stare at your calm neighbor. The leader halts his actions, turning to face his cowering men. Pointing a trembling finger he states, "Those kanji, I recognize em'!" At the mention of the tattooed kanji on your neighbor's hands, you gaze at them once more. On the back of his left hand, the kanji "sin" was tattooed, and on the back of his right hand, the kanji "punishment" was also tattooed as well.

"What the fuck are you on about dammit?!" The leader glares at the now cowering men behind him. "H-he's the one! The one I was telling you about from my friend in Shibuya!"

Everyone, including you, had their eyes on your neighbor. Wait, what?

"He's the Grim Reaper of Kabukicho! Hanma Shuji!" The scrawny man blurts out. "It's nice to be noticed," Hanma chuckles. "Now, you wanna keep going? I must warn you, I won't go easy just cuz' a girl's standin' behind me." Holding his right hand over his eye, he lets out a howl of laughter. "What are you standing around for?! Get him," the leader barks.

Despite the mention of your neighbor's infamy, the gang were still prepared to fight. Surprisingly, it didn’t last long. The moment they had stepped within range they were all beaten to a pulp after a few swings to the face. All that was left was their leader, who still kept hostile to Hanma. They exchanged a few blows, neither one backing down. The leader aims for a punch at Hanma's stomach, causing him to double over and get a clean kick to the face. He stilled for a moment, body laying slightly still as he tries to get back up. You gasped, fearing only the worse for your neighbor.

I can't just stand here and watch him get beat senseless! Think l/n, think! He could die!

Looking around, you search your surroundings for a weapon, hoping to help Hanma fight off the towering man above him.

"So, any last words, you little shit?" The burly man taunts, looming his foot over Hanma's head. Hand tilts his head upwards, a crazed smile on his face as blood trickles from his mouth. "Fuck you." He spits. Frowning, he brings his foot down, only to be stopped mid-way as he sways to the side, groaning and holding his now bleeding head as he slowly slumps against the wall.

Hanma looks to the side, only to see your small, shaken figure holding a metal pipe in your hands. Letting it clatter on the cement, you bend down, holding his face in your hands. "Are you alright? Where does it hurt?" He hums, "Oh no, I'm just fine, I'm totally not bleeding right now." He mocks, slowly getting up as he pries your hands from his beaten face. Your concern immediately washing away as you glare at him.

"Y'know, now I wish I had let him stomp you, maybe you'd have some manners squished into that brain of yours."

"Oh really? I doubt that." He scoffs. Sighing, you walk up to him and grab his hand, which he tries to pull away from your grasp. "The hell are you-"

"Shut up." You blatantly state, a serious look plastered on your face. Dragging him by the hand, you lead Hanma back to the alleyway, where you had found that Midnight still resided near the dumpster. With all three of you together, you make your way back to your apartment.

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To be continued...

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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.”

New Part!!

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Conflicts and Thunderstorms

"W-who is it?" you called out loud. 

There was no response, only the loud crackle of lightning and the harsh wind blowing. 

You quickly dash to the kitchen, grabbing a frying pan as a weapon (in case it was some sort of creep), and darting back to the front of the door.

Swallowing your fear, you crept toward the door, raising the frying pan you had retrieved in one hand, while the other hand slowly unlocked the door and gently grasped the door handle. 

You breathed in a shaky breath: 1...2...3!

Swinging the door open, you grasp the pan with two hands ready to swing at the imagined creep knocking at your door, until you stop yourself at the sight of an all-too familiar person. 

There was Hanma, slumped against the rails of the apartment floor, soaking wet, covered in bruises and what seemed to be his blood. He struggles to lift his head, which slowly revealed his battered face that was littered with cuts and black-and-blue bruises. 

"What..." he gasped, "w-what took you so damn long to...open the...door..!" he choked out.

You were stunned, eyes wide as you could feel all of your fears and adrenaline fade as your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach at the sight. Your mind went blank along with the rest of your senses. For a split second you didn't seem to notice the cold wind harshly whipping against your body, or the feeling of rain swiping across your face. The one thing you were aware of was getting Hanma inside.

The Night of Color and Wishes

Hey guys! It's been a while, but I hope you all are doing well! Go check out my new chapter of The Delinquent Next Door called "The Night of Color and Wishes"!

After the sudden bomb-drop of a confession, Hanma continues to lead y/n down the fluorescent town of Kabukicho to a...shrine??? What once was a night out in town soon became a night of reflection and secret wishes, will love ignite between the two?

Preview:

"It doesn't have to have meaning, it can be anything. Don't think about the impacts it will have or whether it will come true or not."

"Then what's the whole point in wishing at all?" I asked out loud in thought.

"There is none, and that's what makes it fun. It's the mystery behind it. Will it come true? Or is it all for naught?"

You glance at him, this time skeptically, with raised brows, in which he responds with a childish giggle.

"You'll never know unless you try!" he encouraged with his one-of-a-kind bright smile.

You sighed in defeat as you picked up your pen and flipped over the paper on its other side.

Hanma quickly shifts and turns to the opposite side so as to not face you.

You scoffed, "It's not that serious Shu'."

"Shu?" he asks.

Heat rises to your face like a boiling pot of water.

"I-I mean–"

"I like it." he cuts off, a hint of genuinity laced in his playful tone. "And it is that serious, now write it down before you forget the wish."

"Don't rush me!" you scowl, gently poking his back with your pen, which he playfully howls in response.

Closing your eyes, you clear your mind from any and all thoughts. You stay like that for a while until you finally open them and write down the first thing that pops to mind. Once your done, you quickly set your pen aside and hurriedly plaster your piece of paper on the same side of the shrine next Hanma's piece.

You let out a quivering breath, as if your life had just been put on the line. Maybe it has in a way. You wouldn't know unless the future revealed it at some point.

"You ready?" Hanma asks from behind.

You turn around and smile.

Once the both of you had sealed your wishes with thanks, both of you made it down the shrine hand in hand.

When the both of you made it to the bottom, you tugged Hanma's hand, prompting him to stop.

"Hm? What is it?" he asked.

To be continued...

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i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings, uhuh! // manjiro sano headcanons.

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✧ let's face it, mikey has a whole different outlook on life now. because of this, he's determined to make everything right, and he starts with the person he's been crushing on for years. he's spent so long trying to keep you away from him because he's been so scared of his dark impulses & what he could become that now he can't even wait. one of the first things he's doing is convincing takemichi to come with him to your house to introduce himself (and shoot his lil kid shot) so he can weed his way into your life quicker. you're stuck with him whether you like it or not.

✧ you asking him who tf he is and why he's banging on your little eight year old self's door at 5 pm on a tuesday definitely humbles him but mikey's just so happy to see your face that it's all worth it.

✧ his eight year old self 100% proposes the idea of 'getting married and being together for ever and ever'. you obviously go along with this idea and you two have silly talks of emma being at your wedding and all your lil barbies and shit will be there too. it's all innocent and so sweet and mikey cannot believe he took all of this for granted the first time.

✧ once you two are considerably older and actually a couple this time around, mikey is HUGE on touch. like, mikey's constantly wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind, grabbing your hands, etc. he's gotta hold you constantly b/c it's a nice reminder to him that you're real and you're HIS, finally.

✧ actually, as a matter of fact, i would bet my life on saying he never even technically made it official. you two started hanging out romantically and one day he just referred to himself as your boyfriend and you went along with it. you're the person he wants to be with for the rest of his life and he's gonna make damn well sure this happens.

✧ because of everything he's gone through and how scared he is to lose you (even if you don't quite understand it) he's super protective. he's giving every single person who even has the audacity to look at you the nastiest glares he can muster up. if someone's flirting with you, he'll walk up to you, wrap his arm around your shoulder, kiss your cheek and play super dumb. 'whatcha talkin' about?' cute puppy head tilt and all. this, somehow, scares people off more than his nasty glares.

✧ mikey can't stop talking about you to other people. like, i'm sorry to say, but draken is definitely sick of hearing your name because you come up every other sentence. takemichi hears about how beautiful you are and how you and mikey are gonna go to the park later or shopping or whatever -- and, of course, this honestly makes takemichi happier than anyone, because in this timeline, everyone has finally gotten the happy ending they deserve. you and mikey are no different.

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Mikey’s Girl - Chapter Fourteen

Summary: More fluff :) Mostly because I feel like if I don’t pile on the fluff now, you guys are gonna hate me for what happens in chapter 16 onwards. This chapter is just a lazy morning spent hanging out with Chifuyu. You guys do a fun little wake n bake leading to a deep conversations with Chifuyu about how he really feels about Baji. At the end of the chapter, Emma and Draken come over, which leads into chapter 15 (14 and 15 were originally one chapter but it was way too long so I split it) 

Warnings: Lotsa Drug Use - You Can’t Tell Me Stoner!Mitsuya Isn’t Cannon Because How Else Is He So Chill??

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