Ran Haitani - Blog Posts

Bro! I'm gonna cry! I'm watching the dub season 3 for TR, and thr voices don't fit Ran, Rindo, Izana, and Angry 😭😭😭

My headcanons for the Haitani's

▪︎I feel like their parents was abusive and would argue alot

▪︎Ran would always try to comfort Rindo when their parents argued

▪︎They packed things and quietly snucked out and found a new home

▪︎ I think they act like that since what they have been through

Siblings in tokyo revengers be like

THE PERFECT COSPLAY DOESN’T EXIS-

credit : @Jusang_cos on X

photographer : @ixizn_ on X

holy fuck this is amazing

Ride or Die

Warnings = mentions of non-con🔞 , captivity, false hope, infantilization, use of guns, killing/murder

Pairings = Bonten x fem! reader

Summary = Meeting them was a mistake. A fatal mistake on your end. Now you're trapped in their operation.

Word count = 5.7k words

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re running, but you’re not fast enough. They’re probably just right behind you. You had no idea what you were going to do even if you were to escape; there was no safe house waiting for you whatsoever.

Who are they? And why are they chasing you?

Ah right— Mikey and his lackeys. 

He probably had hundreds, but none come close to Kokonoi, Sanzu, Mochi, Kakucho, Takeomi and those freak siblings, Ran & Rindou. They were practically a package, if you messed with one of them, you messed with the others.

You couldn’t remember, but it was Kakucho? Maybe he was the one that offered you a job at his company. It was a simple task really, just be there for a few days of the week, not even everyday. 

Seemed easy enough, but that was your mistake for thinking that it was just an innocent job. The job being having their cocks shoved deep inside your throat or deep inside you 24/7. Believe it or not, it felt kind of weird when you didn’t have something inside you. It was just the effect of it overtime.

Ever since the day you crossed paths with them, your life just seems to keep getting worse. From how controlling they get to how possessive they are over you, it was annoying.

You swore you could count how many times they let you out of the office with just one hand, and it was only three times. One was for clothes shopping and even then they bought a huge amount of clothes for you at once to avoid any unnecessary shopping trips. 

You still felt that lingering feeling of their touches, even if it happened long ago. The way their hands just seemed to invade any non-existent boundaries just seemed to make you even more uncomfortable than you already were. 

You remembered how you begged to let them let you put your clothes on by yourself. It was like they were convinced you couldn’t be trusted to do simple tasks, it was like they were convinced you were a child of some sort. 

“Stop it, I can do it myself. Just let me go in the changing room, it’s not like I have any chance to escape,” you complain to Ran, even though you knew the argument was only going to come in from one ear and exit the other ear.

“Hmm? I’m just tryna help, just let me help you,” he says with an iron grip on the door of the changing room, not allowing you to close it.

And after that, the memory just blurs… but you just can’t shake off the uncomfortable feeling.

That time was also the time they implemented an “unwritten” rule of giving you 0 privacy. Whether it’d be showering, changing clothes, or even sleeping… one of them always had to be beside you, breathing down your neck as you did simple activities.

It didn’t happen all the time, but it happened most of the time. They did it mostly to annoy you if anything, they knew how you hated having no time for yourself, but technically, everyone hates it.

The second time was to have you trick their client into believing that they aren’t being threatened. The same way they had tricked you into believing that they were trust-worthy.

“S-sir please, they aren’t dangerous at all!” the lies spill from your mouth.

You had felt bad for the man; actually you felt bad for anyone who had the bad fortune of getting anywhere near Bonten. 

“You’re clearly just as messed up as all the others! How could a sweet woman like you fall for their type of behaviour!” he spat out, each word hitting you like a sharp blade to the chest.

You could see the disappointment in his eyes. You felt like a daughter who just got scolded for failing the recent math test. Speaking of tests, the third and last time was… a test as well.

In some sick way, they all had collectively agreed to give you that false hope. The false hope of believing that you were able to be free. 

You remembered it like it was yesterday. The door was wide-open, well not really. But that day, there weren’t any guards stationed near the entrance, and none of them were seen. You should’ve known. After all those weeks and months of carefully watching you, why would you be left alone all of a sudden?

You remembered the series of events. It started when you stood in the common room, looking through the shelves on the walls, the furniture, and the decor. They barely bothered to give you any sort of entertainment. They hadn’t let you have a phone, tablet, nor a laptop. Actually, they didn’t let you have anything.

The boredom drove you crazy; it was pure torture. That was when you started fidgeting with the door… and you realised. 

The door wasn’t locked… it was unlocked. 

You looked around at the surroundings, a lump starting to form in your throat. The usual watchful eyes, the always-present guards were all gone, as if they’ve dissipated into thin air. The hallway stretched before you, eerily silent, untouched by the suffocating presence that had come with your every move for months.

For the first time, there was no one. No lingering figures in the corners, no distant murmurs of conversation, no sharp clicks of your dress shoes against the polished floors. Just stillness.

And that was when the thought crept in, fragile and dangerous.

‘I could be free.’

The possibility lodged itself in your chest, a spark of hope so reckless it almost hurt. Your fingers twitched at your sides, your body was torn between instinct and disbelief. It had to be a trick. It had to be.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if— by some impossible twist of fate— they had finally let their guard down?

But, no, of course they didn’t. They had given you that chance just to mess with you. 

You remembered the aftermath of the ‘escape’. You remembered how they held you down and raped you. They claimed that it was a necessary lesson for you.

You remembered how you whimpered, begged, and screamed for them. The memory still rung in your head like a death knell. 

And, even after that, you dared to try and escape again. That’s what you’re doing now. You’ve been trapped long enough to know that they’ve probably added drastic measures just in case you got too far but you highly doubted it was that bad.

The premises was a mix of an apartment and a work building. Half of it was dedicated to tending to business and the other half was for living in. And you had the oh so unfortunate experience of living in it.

Well, whatever, you’re here now. 

People say “run like a girl” means to run for your life. And you agree with that. The way you’re running right now was like a crazed lunatic on drugs. Your lungs were on fire. Your legs were on fire. Everything was on fire. You disagreed with alcohol, but the way it burned your tongue helped burn away the pain.

You weren’t planning to escape right now, but you were planning to escape. The reason you despised school and having a nine-to-five job is because of how suffocating it felt. This is how you feel now and forever with them.

As mentioned before, you’ve tried to run so, so many times— yet they keep capturing you and bringing you back.

They were like annoying mosquitos who chased you around for blood, never able to leave you alone and similarly, hunting you down for blood. The only difference being their motive.

You lost track of time ever since you started running. Last time you checked it was 7.50 AM in the morning and you just finished breakfast with the same group of people who kept you captive.

It was like hell.

“Darling, why haven’t you eaten anything…? We are soooo worried about you,” Sanzu joked, earning a chuckle from all the other members. 

“You should eat. We spent good money on the food.” firmly stated by Mikey. He was never like the others. He always had that intense, serious, terrifying aura surrounding him at all times— but don’t get it twisted, he was just as messed up.

“Fuck you.” you thought to yourself, but, oh, how badly you wanted to say it to them. 

All you had— no, can— do right now was just to focus on running. You had managed to run all the way onto the main road. You threw your arms up high in the air around in hopes of gaining any driver’s attention, and luckily you did.

As soon as the door to the red pickup truck opened, you quickly blurted out: “Please, take me far, far away from here.”

“Do what the lady says fool, DRIVE.” a lady from the back suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said. She had beautiful, shiny, blonde hair travelling down her back and her lips were the perfect shade of pink… okay get yourself straight now.

“Alright! Calm it down a notch would’cha?” he says, each word being spit out. 

Breathlessly and shockingly, you managed to mutter a small “Thank you so much…”.

“No worries! What’s it all about anyway? Runnin’ from yer parents?” she asks.

“No… no… nothing of that sort. I’m… just running from an…ooh…! Wait a second… let me catch my breath…” you gasp.

“It’s alright, just take your time,” the man in the driver seat replies.

Your gaze drops down, scanning your legs. The place was isolated, it was practically in the middle of nowhere, but not really… rather, it was in the middle of the woods. A few seconds of silence passed by to let yourself collect your thoughts and scene of events.

Wait… what even happened?

What date is today anyway?

All you remembered was seeing a job offer at… Bonten… building? There was a job interview for you on July 28th, 2017. You accepted it… and… wait what happened? 

—

Around 6 months ago~

Your heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floor, each step measured exactly the same distance from one another and deliberate as you approached the receptionist’s desk. Yes, it might’ve been a bit too extra but you might as well since you’ve already gone through and through with all the other preparations.

Today, you had actually left behind your usual overstuffed purse to minimize the risk of dropping your bag and letting all the contents fall out and also for a lesser chance of drawing unwanted attention since having an extremely full bag did somewhat draw attention to you in an expected yet unexpected way.

You were dressed in a fitted black blazer to what people would say “over-ironed” white, buttoned shirt. Every piece of your outfit was meticulously chosen to show that you were there for business. A tight pencil skirt hugged your form, perfectly cinched at the waist by a thin belt and even your hair and makeup were flawless, every detail put together for the sake of looking professional. 

Click. Click. Click.

“Good evening ma’am, do you know where to meet uhmm… Kakucho Hitto?” you ask her.

Her eyes darken before she looks up at you. Her eyes seemed dull, as if there were no emotions behind her. Well, now you understand why. 

You should’ve noticed how her demeanor was back then. You could’ve chalked it up to just a “bad day”, but they way she acted was abnormal. 

“Yes, he— I mean Boss Kakucho is on floor 10, third room to the right.” she firmly states.

“Thank you…” you gratefully say to her. 

Ding!

The elevator doors slide open smoothly with a quiet chime following it, and you walk in. Oh, there’s also another person. He had… red and white eyes? It was rare enough to see someone with heterochromia let alone see someone with red eyes and/or white eyes only.

"She said the third room to the right… right?" you mutter to yourself, forgetting about the man beside you in the elevator.

A low chuckle comes from him, but barely hear-able from the low hum of the elevator. But you still shift your head towards him, locking gazes.

"Talking to yourself, huh?" His voice is smooth, but there’s something in his tone that makes your skin get goosebumps.

You stiffen slightly before forcing a small laugh. "Oh, yeah… Just making sure I don’t get lost."

His gaze lingers on you, dark eyes sharp and unreadable. "Third room to the right. Floor 10." A pause. "That means you're going to Kakucho's office."

You blink your eyes at him. "Uh… yeah. Do you know him?"

There’s a sudden, well not really sudden, shift in the air— a suffocating one at that, it’s subtle but inescapable. He exhales, tilting his head just enough for the overhead lights to cast a small ray of light along his sharp features. 

"Oh…" he says. "That’s me."

The elevator dings. The doors slide open. But for some reason, you don’t move.

It reveals a long and narrow hallway lined with the same identical doors everywhere. The dim lights above cast small, faint shadows along the walls. It somehow made the area feel both like an endless void and yet… claustrophobic at the same time.

“Come with me,” he states firmly, ordering you. You do follow him and to your luck, the interview went smoothly. 

That’s why you came back, no?

Now that you’re thinking about it, you weren’t lucky at all.

—

Once you’ve gathered everything in chronological order, the story comes out like a word vomit. 

“U-ugh… So it StartsWithMeGettingAJobInterviewAndIGotTheJobButTurnsOutTheWholeCompanyWasJustAHugeMafiaThingOrSomethingAndAfterThat…”

And it continues…

With every word spilling out of your mouth, the two other people in the car just look even more shocked. You swore their jaws only dropped further on the ground as the story-telling went on. 

“W-wait… so you’re running away from… them right now?” she clarifies with you. She doesn’t seem too confused about the story since, it’s just basically torture on your end. 

“YES!” you say to her, glad that she understands for the most part.

“S-should we… call the cops…?” the guy asks, looking concerned as hell.

You stare at him for a while, completely unresponsive. Then, you swallowed the lump growing in your throat. “N-no… you can’t do that. If I get caught again, it’s going to be even worse if the cops get involved.”. 

“Dude! This is crazy. I feel like it’ll get worse if the cops DON’T get involved?” the guy asks, slightly laughing at your logic. He takes his arms off the steering wheel for a while to show his shock and turns his body to you.

Your body jolts at the unexpected rise of volume. “I get it but look, I-I’m sorry… but I don’t want this to get worse!”

“Girl, you’re absolutely delusional if you don’t think we are gonna call the cops.” she says before whipping out her phone from her purse.

“Wait— no— stop!” you yell. Instinctively, you try to jump to the backseat to rip her phone from her hands.

“Hey! What the hell?!” the guy screams as your sudden shove jerks the wheel, causing the car to go into a wild, sudden swerve.

SCREEECH— SKRRRTT—

The tires shriek against the pavement, the entire vehicle violently turning left, then right, then left again— nearly spinning out of control. The force slams you against the door roughly, your heart starting to hammer against your chest as the car skids dangerously close to the separator thing in the middle.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he shouts as he tries to regain control of the car. His grip starts to tighten around the wheel, causing his knuckles to turn white from gripping the wheel.

“Ugh—! Just let us help you!” she shrieks, trying to loosen your grip on her wrist. 

“No! Y-you can’t!” you yell back at her.

“GIRLS STOP IT!” the driver screams loudly. The outsiders probably heard it too.

“Alright fine, we won’t call the cops. Well, not until we find you somewhere safe.” the girl subsides.

“Thank you…” you say, going back to your seating position and crossing your arms angrily.

The car goes quiet for a few moments, all of you sharing the awkward moment. The only sound you could hear at this point was the hum of the car engines and the honking and yelling from the outside. 

The silence was unnerving, but it was probably best that no one talked at the moment. 

That was until you let out a sigh and finally muttered a response. “Fine… you guys promise to call the cops when I get to a safe—”

Then an impact came out of nowhere. One second, the streets were quiet with just the quiet sounds of the road along with the car and suddenly, the next being a pair of headlights cut through the dark, and then—

A huge crash.

The vehicle fell sideways. Metal screeched against the cemented ground. Glass exploded, sending shards everywhere. The seatbelt went deeper into your chest, locking you in place as the car spun out of control before slamming to a stop.

For a moment, there was only the ringing in their ears. The scent of burnt rubber. The weight of shock pressing down on their ribs.

Then— footsteps. They were heavy, terrifying.

A silhouette approached through the haze of broken headlights, the soft click of a lighter from the silence. The fiery glow of a cigarette revealed a familiar emblem embroidered in black.

Bonten. It was them.

Your stomach dropped. This wasn’t just an accident, no, this was your kidnapping version two.

—

You woke up with a bag over your head. You could tell the room was empty with how any small sound was echoing since there was nothing to absorb the sound, only the walls reflecting it.

Your wrists were tied behind your back and so were your ankles. They were starting to hurt with just how tight they were around your joints. The ropes seemed to be those huge, heavy ropes that you would use on a farm animal rather than a human. There were sharp strands standing astray from the pack, sharply rubbing against your skin. It’s going to hurt, just like their usual trademark. 

You tried to jump up, but the only result was an echo of the metal chair moving. 

Then— the door locks clicked.

“Get in quicker, you dumb whore.” Rindou orders. You’re sure it was Rindou, the voice matched his and so do the words.

“Alright, alright! Just be nicer— I’m a fragile girl okay?!” a female voice yells back.

The bag is ripped off your head, and now you can see. You can see the girl from before kneeled in front of you, her hands tied behind her back as well. Shit.

“Hey!” you jump. “P-p-p-please don’t hurt her!”

Ran moves over to you, hands moving above your head… and it goes down… and again… and again… in a stroking pattern. It might’ve been lovely… if only not for the situation. Then, he leans down to your ear to whisper, “Y’know… you should’ve just obeyed our rules.”

Right. Their three “simple” rules. Don’t escape, don’t disobey orders, and don’t do anything without one of them being present.

Click.

The sound of a gun.

And it was pressed onto her temple.

“Any last words to her?” Sanzu asks, his finger on the trigger.

“W-wait! I’ll do anything!” you suddenly yell out.

“Ohohoh… you really think you can do that now…? It’s far far too late for that now, darling.” Sanzu says, sadistic eyes drilling holes into you.

Shoot. What are you supposed to do? Someone who wasn’t supposed to get involved got involved and now they’re held at gunpoint while you were bound onto a chair, unable to help them.

Your breath hitched as you struggled against the restraints, the rope starting to drill into your wrists. Panic clawed at your chest, drowning out every rational thought. She was innocent, shaking… and she squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body trembling under the cold press of Sanzu’s gun.

“Please—” you choked out, voice raw with desperation. “Please, she’s not involved! This has nothing to do with her!”

Sanzu’s lips curled into a grin, his finger teasing the trigger. “Oh, but she is now,” he sings, tilting his head. “And whose fault is that?”

You.

It’s your fault.

Your mistake.

Your punishment.

“Please,” you whisper, throat tight. “I’ll take whatever you want. Just let her go.”

Ran lets out an amused hum, his hand still lazily stroking your head like you were some pet begging for mercy. “That’s cute,” he murmurs. “But you know the rules. No disobedience. No escaping. No acting without one of us.”

He clicks his tongue, and his grip tightens in your hair, yanking your head back painfully. “And you broke every single one.”

Sanzu’s laugh is light, almost playful. “It’s a shame, really. She seems so… sweet.” He leans down, his voice dripping mock sympathy. “Go on. Say your goodbyes.”

Tears burn in your eyes. “Please…”

Your voice cracks.

Sanzu sighs. Then—

Click.

Bang.

The sound rips through the air like a whip, and for a second, time stops.

A scream lodges in your throat. Blood splatters all over. It’s warm, sticky and all over your skin, and when you force your eyes open, your stomach turns to ice.

The girl slumps forward, motionless.

Sanzu hums, spinning his gun on his finger as if he didn’t just pull the trigger. “Oops,” he chuckles. “Guess you were too late.”

Ran releases your hair, letting your head drop. The weight of the moment crushes you, suffocating, unbearable.

Then, a hand cups your cheek— gentle, almost tender. You flinch.

“Shhh,” Ran coos, tilting your face up to meet his violet eyes. “You brought this on yourself, sweetheart.”

Sanzu crouches in front of you, resting his gun under your chin, forcing you to look at him through blurry, tear-filled eyes.

“Now,” he purrs, “let’s talk about…” Sanzu moves towards the door, pressing the door handle and opening the door.

It was to reveal the other guy. The guy who was supposed to drive you to safety. But only because you demanded him to. How’d you get 2 people killed in less than a day?

Sanzu grins, stepping aside to let the man stumble in. He was barely standing. Blood dripped from several spots on his head, staining the collar of his shirt. His breaths were ragged, uneven, as if he had been beaten within an inch of his life before being dragged here like a trophy.

"Look who we found at the scene lurking around," Rindou drawls from behind him, arms crossed. "He was trying to escape but… he was not very subtle, was he?"

Your stomach churns. He wasn’t supposed to get caught. He was supposed to be long gone out of this hellhole, far away from them. And yet, here he was.

The man lifts his head, eyes meeting yours. Defeated.

Broken.

Sanzu leans against the chair you’re tied to, sighing dramatically. “Now, I am gonna let this slide. Maybe teach you a little lesson and send you back to your pretty little room.” His fingers trail along the side of your face before he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at the man. “But then you had to go and involve him too. How greedy.”

“Sanzu,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “Please.”

He pouts mockingly. “Aw, you sound so sad.” He spins the gun between his fingers before pointing it at your driver. "You already lost one. Think you can handle losing another?"

Ran chuckles, draping an arm over your shoulders. "Or maybe," he muses, "we make this interesting. How about a little… choice?"

Sanzu grins, eyes glinting with something wicked. "Yeah. That sounds fun." He crouches down next to you, tilting his head. "So, what'll it be, sweetheart? Him?" He gestures to the beaten man. "Or you?"

The room feels colder. Your pulse pounds in your ears.

There’s no right answer.

There never was.

Because you knew either way, you’d both die. It’s just they’d probably let you live longer, just to live with the guilt.

“So… how is it Y/N?” Takeomi asks, his deep raggedy voice echoing through the room.

“Shoot me.” you answer, with almost no hesitation.

“WRONG!” Sanzu yells before quickly moving the gun over to him, and pressing the trigger.

Bang.

The shot rings out, sharp and final.

Your body jerks against the restraints, a strangled noise catching in your throat as the man crumples to the floor. Blood pools beneath him, spreading like ink across the cold concrete. His chest shudders once— twice— before falling still.

Gone.

A choked sob forces its way past your lips. You did this. You led him here. You got him killed.

Sanzu exhales, almost bored, before twirling the gun and slipping it back into his holster. "Tsk, tsk. You really thought we’d let you choose?" He crouches, tilting his head with a smirk. "That’s cute."

Ran clicks his tongue, brushing a hand through his hair before crouching next to you. His fingers brush your cheek, almost affectionate. Almost. "See, sweetheart, it was never about the choice. It was about watching you break."

And you were.

Piece by piece.

Sanzu claps his hands together, standing back up. "Now that the fun’s over, let’s move on, yeah?" He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

His grin stretches wider, wicked and sharp. "You’re ours. You always were. And after this? You always will be."

Ran hums in agreement, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. "Now, be a good girl and behave, alright?"

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Because you can’t escape.

Then, the door opens once again. It’s Kakucho.

“Hmm, are you guys done?” his hand still on the handle, he glances shortly at the scene inside the room. “Clean it up. Once you’re done, bring her down. Mikey called.”

Then, the door shut behind him. 

Your breath hitches. Mikey.

The name alone sends a shiver down your spine.

Sanzu clicks his tongue, rocking back on his heels before standing up. “Well, you heard him,” he sighs, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s get this over with.”

Ran hums, giving your face one last slow, mocking pat before standing as well. “We should make her presentable first,” he muses, glancing at the blood smeared across your face. “Mikey won’t like her looking like a mess.”

You barely register their words. Your ears are still ringing, your body trembling as you stare at the lifeless body in front of you.

It’s over. He’s gone.

Because of you.

A hand grips your arm, yanking you forward. You stumble, legs barely holding you up as Ran steadies you with an almost gentle touch.

“Come on now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice deceptively soft. “Let’s not keep Mikey waiting.”

Sanzu only grins, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. “Oh, I can’t wait to see what he has planned for you.”

And as they drag you out of the room, past the blood, past the bodies.

—

Somehow, their definition of making you presentable was putting you in a super see-through, lacy lingerie. It was a shade of pastel pink, and had a beautiful motive… it’s just the situation wasn’t as pretty.

The humiliation burns hot inside you, it’s hotter than the fear.

Sanzu lets out a low whistle, arms crossed as he leans against the wall. “Damn, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “You clean up nice.”

Ran smirks, tugging at the delicate lace strap on your shoulder before letting it snap back against your skin. “Mikey’s gonna love this.”

You swallow down the lump in your throat, glaring at them despite the helplessness weighing you down. Your arms are bound, your body exposed, and yet, they look at you like you’re nothing but entertainment.

“You bastards,” you seethe, voice trembling.

Sanzu only grins wider, stepping closer until the cold barrel of his gun rests under your chin again. He tilts your head up, forcing you to meet his manic gaze.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he purrs, voice sickly sweet. “You stopped being in control the second you thought you could defy us.”

Ran sighs, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. “Enough playing around. Let’s go.”

Then, without warning, they grab you, forcing you forward. You stumble, the cold air prickling against your exposed skin.

You go down the halls, then down the stairs. And when the doors swing open…

Mikey is waiting.

You expect to be slapped, beaten, punched, but no. He doesn’t do any of that. Instead, he brings you out into the cold, dark night. Seeing the dark forest in front of you reminded you of the escape attempts.

His touch is rough, unforgiving. He releases you from his grip and pushes you out past the threshold. You stare out at the forest.

The forest is dark— suffocatingly so. The thick cluster of leaves letting small traces of moonlight through the dense branches. The air is damp and thick with the scent of earth, soil and death. The smell was the kind of smell that holds onto you and makes itself at home in your lungs. 

The ground beneath you is uneven. Gnarled underground roots and damp leaves creating uneven bumps all over the ground. And the twisted branches reaching out reminded you of skeleton fingers. They cast jagged shadows that dance with the faint flickers of movement, frightening you everytime.

A cold wind howls through the trees, rattling the leaves as if it’s whispering, as if the forest itself is alive. Like it’s watching, waiting. The deeper you go, the more the atmosphere changes. With every step it grows colder, heavier, pressing in around you like an invisible force. The path, if there ever was one, has long since disappeared, swallowed by tangled undergrowth and thorny brambles that snag at your skin, leaving behind thin, stinging cuts.

It’s silent. But the silence isn’t empty. It’s laced with something, something just out of reach. The kind of silence that prickles at the back of your neck, that coils in your stomach like a warning. It’s the kind of darkness that doesn’t just hide things. It feels like it’s swallowing them whole.

You could barely see anything through the darkness, but those are the things you remembered from the many times you ran through the forest. It was kind of like your second home at that point. 

Nonetheless, you were still far too shocked from before.

“W-what the hell d-d-do you want me to do…?” you ask, shivering since the sheer clothing didn’t do much in shielding you from the cold.

“Go. If you wanted to create such a huge scene, then do it. Run. We’re letting you have one last attempt.” Mikey responds coldly, completely inconsiderate of the situation you were put in before.

“W-what…?” you ask again. What the hell?

He lets out a loud, disappointing sigh before coming closer to your fallen form. “Go have one last run around the forest before we chain you up.” he pauses before crouching down to meet your eyes. “I have Sanzu, Takeomi, Kokonoi, Ran, Rindou, Mochi and Kakucho waiting out there for you. Once you’re done with your shenanigans, they’re going to bring you back.”

“H-huh…?” you stare at him in disbelief. “I-I-I-”

“You-you-you what?”

“I don’t want to…”

“Didn’t you hear me? Have one last run, go. I’m not repeating myself anymore.” he says with a finger softly stroking your cheek.

“I-I don’t want to… I want to stay with you… Mikey…” you say defeatedly.

Mikey’s eyes darken. Something shifts. The moment of forced gentleness vanishes like a wisp of smoke, replaced by something colder, sharper.

His fingers, once ghosting along your cheek, suddenly tangle in your hair—and then he yanks. Hard. Your head snaps back, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as pain blooms along your scalp.

“You want to stay with me?” he echoes, voice eerily calm, but there’s a quiet rage simmering beneath it, barely restrained. His grip tightens, pulling your face inches from his. “After all that fucking running? After making us chase you down like some pathetic little stray?”

His lips curl, disgust flashing in his darkened gaze. “You really think saying that now is gonna change anything?” He tugs again. “Don’t act helpless now, sweetheart. You weren’t so eager to stay when you were trying to claw your way out of here.”

He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper, but it’s anything but gentle. It’s venomous. “Go run. Make it fun for us. Or do you want me to drag you out there myself?”

“N-no… please. I just want to stay with you… I’m sorry.” you pant, shooting pleading eyes up at him in hopes he’ll give in.

“Fine. Let’s just go back in.” he says, almost too easily. Mikey wasn’t one to be persuaded easily. 

Mikey doesn’t say anything as he yanks you forward, his grip bruising against your skin. The night air still lingers on your body, cold and sharp, but it does nothing to stop the suffocating heat crawling up your spine as you step inside. The door slams shut behind you, cutting off the outside world, the last sliver of freedom you had, and replacing it with the suffocating presence of them.

They weren’t outside. They weren’t waiting. They were here all along.

Sanzu is just sitting lazily in a chair, spinning the gun used to traumatize you between his fingers. Takeomi leans against the wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Ran and Rindou are smirking, eyes filled with condescension, like they already knew how this would play out. Mochi says nothing, his presence alone enough to make the room feel smaller. Kakucho stands at the back, watching, always watching.

You feel sick.

The weight of their stares presses down on you, suffocating, humiliating. Because Mikey never intended for you to run. No, he actually let you go. Gave you the chance to run… because he knew you wouldn’t.

Because you couldn’t.

And now, standing in front of them, exposed and weak, it finally hits you.

You never had a chance.

Not against them.

Not against him.

And now, you were right where they wanted you. They had predicted you didn’t want to do it. 

I promise I am

In another life, I’m somewhere in Europe smoking a cigarette on a balcony with you

May the lord hear you sister🙏

We all deserve someone who tells us that.

pretty faces deserve to be grabbed and kissed consistently throughout the day

Work in progress 😂😂

دارم میزنم تو کشیدن نقاشیای داستانی

این وسط دارم یه مانگا هم طراحی میکنم، با حضور بروبچه های بانتن😭🔥

I may have beef with the animation quality/pacing of the Tokyo Revengers anime, but watching Ran hit Mitsuya with a fucking brick as a fully animated sequence will never not be fucking hilarious to me. What was all that for

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

Cowgirl with ran

Just finished this commission for my fwiend.

Ran Haitani, weird fella but enjoyed the challenge of him

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ARIGATOGOZAIMAZU ANIMATORS<3 Take care of yourselves and the animation for tokrev. Happy new year!!!!! :)))) <3

new illustration from one of the animators for tokyo revengers. happy new year from ran & rindou pretty babies <33

@Daliyonaneko on twitter.

Rindou's silly dream

ran haitani fluff (and sometimes sad, and also very out of character) headcanons

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he absolutely loves when you play with his hair or braid it (when he has long hair)

he especially loves it when his head is in your lap and you stroke through his hair. this man fucking melts when you do that

if you have adhd, or major troubles with concentrating your attention on anything, he'll sit himself right next to you to let you play with his hair so it's easier for you to focus on your stuff

will shower you in gifts

he will tie you close to himself and then push you away repeatedly for various reasons in the beginning of your relationships because he's scared you would leave him one day

but he really loves you

always seeks confirmation he's one and only for you, even if most of the times it doesn't sound serious but more like teasing

will definitely call you different pet names like princess/prince, babygirl/babyboy, baby, darling and anything else sweet

but he also likes to tease you a lot (with pet names like shortie, if he's taller than you and stuff like that)

his love language absolutely is a gift giving. but affectionate touches and words are ones of them as well

he loooves holding hands, kissing you and showing his affection in public

but he won't be doing that if you're not comfortable with it

because he's respectful of your personal borders (and he actually will be just a big softie for you)

he'll absolutely give you morning wake up kisses and call you a sleeping beauty, you can't change my mind

but he likes when you do that for him as well

will absolutely teach you fighting and will get you every possible self-defense thing, because he's scared one day you'll need his help but he wouldn't be near to protect you

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BONTEN MEN when you catch a cold because im currently sick, i need some fluff and someone to take care of me (￣ﾊ￣*)

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MIKEY: cares for you a lot, brings you his favorite food and legit gets sad if you say you don't wanna eat anything (pls eat at least a bit, don't make him sad). he absolutely will lay himself next to you even when you tell him not to because that way he'll be sick too (he'll just say he doesn't care and wants to cuddle with you)

RAN: worries a lot, but is calm and takes care of you well, as he used to take care of his brother when he got sick too. Ran is really good at it. but he says it's only because he loves you so much

RINDOU: extremely worries. like EXTREMELY. always asks if you need anything and always makes sure you have everything you might need. makes you drink lots of warm tea, covers you with lots of blankets and makes you rest a lot

SANZU: he's a drama queen. he'll panic a lot and will legit ask you if you're dying (pls, tell him you're not or he's gonna go crazy). but he also does everything you ask from him and is extremely soft during that time. though teases you just a bit ("my doll needs something? doll needs to ask me with a kiss first". smack him on his head slightly, but give him a kiss and he's all yours)

MOCHI: he looks super serious, but it's because he's worried. is really careful and soft with you when you're sick, and is really really caring. just ask him whatever you need and he'll get that. tea? warm blanket? his hugs? absolutely

KOKO: you need a pack of tissues? here, have 10 of the best quality he could find. you want some tea of a flavor you don't have at home? he'll get it. when you're sick, he'll get you everything without you even asking

KAKUCHO: he's the best. the softest, the one who takes care of you so well. brings you lots of blankets and pillows, makes you your favorite tea and snacks and you two just watch something quietly on TV, while cuddling (he gives you head kisses in the process)

TAKEOMI: is good at it. he knows everything the man might need to know about taking care of someone sick. makes you drink warm tea, have a bottle of water near with your bed (because you have to drink a lot) and gives you your favorite piece of clothes of his. a shirt? a hoodie? whatever it is, it's yours for now

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BONTEN MAN AS PEOPLE I'VE ACCIDENTALLY (OR NOT SO) MET

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TAKEOMI: the man who gives you thumbs up when you sing on the street

KOKO: the woman who gives you weird looks when you dance in the supermarket

MOCHI: the old woman you don't even know who gives you a lecture right on the street, because you bought a "bad" ice-cream (who cares, I like it even tho it's cheap and unhealthy)

SANZU: the barista I've met at a coffee shop and told her how pretty she is making her all flustered

KAKUCHO: the guy with long hair that randomly smiled at me on the street because i was smiling

MIKEY: people who give you a loud cheering after you danced and sang on a playground

RAN: the man who looked "weirdly" at my friend so I looked "weirdly" at him to make him feel as uncomfortable as he made my friend feel

RINDOU: that "little brother" of your friend who always tagged along with your friend group and was actually cooler than your friends

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Ran Haitani × reader, sfw, fluff, no mentions of readers appearence, afab reader, mentions of sexual assault from the past (pls don't read if it triggers you or if you have any trauma, it's brief but it's there), soft Ran, protective Ran, (super OOC Ran, but I needed some comfort with him so I don't really care), no mentions of age but Ran and you are of the same age

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Ran Haitani when you go on date with a guy he doesn't like, and that guy disrespects your personal borders, because it happened to me once and I still have a trauma

- also I need some comfort with Ran because I kinda fell for him because of all soft fluff and comfort headcanons on tumblr

(you and Ran are not dating (yet))

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when you agreed to go to movies with your friend (who probably had a crush on you), you didn't expect anything necessarily bad to happen

and the movie itself was nice but you couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling you got from the guy

he was sweet, and he was a friend and a classmate of one of your friends, so you knew for sure he wasn't a bad guy, and he always made sure to give you attention and learn about your hobbies and things you liked

but you still felt uncomfortable around him for no particular reason

so while you two were watching the movie, your body was filled with anxiety for the whole time

once the movie ended, you both went outside the building

he suggested to walk you home, but you politely refused, saying you needed some stuff to do (when honestly you just wanted to spend some time by yourself to regain control over your body and chase the stiffness in it away)

he proceeded to offer you a goodbye hug, which you also tried to refuse politely, saying that you didn't think you two were close enough for that

(now, you loved hugs, you really did, but only with those you considered close to you. your family, your closest friends, your future s/o (which you didn't have yet). but you've known this guy just for some months (and considering you were sexually assaulted twice and had a phobia of strangers (or not so close friends) touching you, you weren't really fond of the idea of him hugging you, his suggestion giving you anxiety right away)

he didn't accept your refuse, proceeding to hug you and saying that you two "will get there", meaning that you two will become close enough for him to hug you (maybe even without asking as he didn't seem to take your "no" as one)

you knew right away, it wasn't gonna work out

"take your fucking hands away from her"

hearing Ran's voice had your body filled with relaxation

he was your close friend and one of the ones you were not afraid of letting to touch you, so him being here really made you feel safe

"and who may you be?" asked the guy you went to the movies with, finally letting go of you

"her boyfriend" replied Ran firmly and you felt your breath stuck in your lungs, eyes widening in shock

now, Ran's been flirting with you for a while now but you always tried to ignore it, as you've heard a lot of rumors about him and you knew some of them (if not most of them) were true

(like the one about him being a womanizer)

(you never thought he was being serious with you, as come on, it's Ran, he flirts with so many girls all the time)

"her boyfriend?" asked the guy, eyeing Ran cautiously

(now, you knew Ran could be intimidating when he needed it, he was in the gang, after all, and he was a really good fighter at that, but you never realized the extents of that before this time, seeing how the guy you went to movies with seemed to look smaller under Ran's pressuring gaze)

"yes, her boyfriend", he replied firmly once again, sliding his hand to squeeze yours to give you some comfort. "so I suggest you run along before I beated you to death".

the guy seemed uncomfortable but proceeded to collect himself, waving to you and saying goodbye and sharing his hopes you two will see each other again soon (which didn't seem to make Ran happy), taking his leave then

(you knew you won't be coming to any of your friends group's gazerings for a while)

"you okay?" asked Ran calmly after the guy was far enough

"mhm", you confirmed with a small humm. "what are you doing here?"

"thought I'll see for your safety myself".

"you were spying on me?" you asked with a surprised laugh

"hmm... kind of?"

"okay..." you laughed nervously

now, Ran was your close friend (at least you considered him as such) and you trusted him, and he most probably didn't spy on you out of bad means but, as he said, "to make sure you are safe"

(it was cute and you were glad for having such a caring friend)

(but it still was kinda creepy though)

you two walked around the area, just laughing at some funny signs on the buildings, or looking at cute things with Ran making funny remarks or little stories about them

(let's be honest, he always knew how to make you feel better or how to make you laugh, and you've never been bored with him)

as the day was coming closer to its end and the sky was slowly turning dark, you told him you're going to be heading home, as it wasn't totally safe on the streets of city at night

Ran suggested to walk you home which you agreed to gladly

as you got closer and closer to your house, you felt his hand in yours stiffen

"everything's fine?" you asked worryingly

"no", he replied firmly, stopping in front of your house

"what's happened? how can I help you?" you asked, a troubled look on your face

that's when you felt him hugging you from behind, circling his arms around your chest, lowering his head so his jaw was touching the right side of your neck, his two braids tickling your skin there

"I hate seeing you with other guys", he replied, his voice small yet so firm and sure

"I hate seeing you with other guys so can you please give me at least one chance?"

you felt your breath stuck in your lungs as he never said anything like that to any girls he flirted with, but also because he sounded so desperate, it made your heart sank

"Ran..."

"please, just this one time, at least this one, and if you feel uncomfortable, I won't pressure, I promise, just give me a chance. just this one time", he mumbled softly, holding you carefully in his arms

Ran was always soft around you. and flirty. very flirty. but he was flirty with other girls as well so you never took it as anything serious

now he sounded so broken and desperate, yet his voice firm as if he was sure of his words, being completely honest with you and his feelings for the first time you've been around him

"okay", you agreed smiling softly, which he could see from the corner of his eye.

his arms tightened around you, holding you even closer to his warm body as he calmly breathed, smiling gently

you seemed to stay like that for quite a long time as the sky got really dark and stars started filling it around the brightly shining moon

"Ran, I have to go home", you smiled slightly, leaning your head to his

"I don't want to let you go" he mumbled whining

"I'm just going home, we'll meet tomorrow", you laughed softly, smiling slightly

(you were meeting nearly every day, so it wasn't like you'll be gone for long)

"yes, but i don't want to let you go, I wanna stay like this", he pouted

"Ran, we'll meet tomorrow, it won't be that long"

he left out a sad sigh, not wanting to let go of you

"I love you", he said after a short silence. "I really do"

his voice so desperate yet assured, so you couldn't help it when you felt your heart start racing as if it was gonna jump out of your chest

"I can't say "I love you" for now, but i know for sure that I like you"

"hopefully it can change into something more, can't it?"

"it can. and it may"

he smiled softly, finally letting go of you

"I can't wait for that to happen"

you nodded, smiling slightly, and waved him goodbye, promising to see him tomorrow

"I really love you", he whispered watching you go inside your house. "I promise I won't mess my chance up"

under the moon and the starry sky he made this promise to himself, and he never ever reneged on it

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Warning: threats of Reader’s death, hint of noncon/ punishment at end but not written, suggestive, unwanted touches by both Haitani brother’s, Reader is tied and has a dick

Note: Male!Reader needs more love!

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Imagine leaning back against Ran’s broad chest as he rests against the luxurious king-sized bed headboard. The large penthouse room is pitch black; only the city lights below illuminate the room. The two overly expensive cologne scents fill your senses, almost making you feel like you’re drowning in the smell alone. Your hands are tied above you, making room for Ran to rest his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You try to pull at your restraints to free yourself, but Rindou’s hand on your hip keeps you trapped between the two brothers. His other hand moved down from your chest to grab behind your thigh. Lifting it up slightly as he situates himself between your legs. Your opposite leg is pinned down by Rin’s knee, forcing you in this half-spread eagle position as he leans down to pepper kisses along your jaw. Ran only following, licking and sucking at your neck, surely to leave purple marks later. 

You should have known better than to try and go up against Bonten, but your boss's orders were for you to sneak in to get location information. God, you were so stupid to try and think you could fly under the Haitani’s radar. Now you were trapped and probably going to be killed, but it seems as if they had a different idea of how to deal with you. 

You tried tossing your head to escape their hungry lips but Ran just grabbed your neck. Squeezing it hard enough to cut off your airflow, making you quickly compliant with their advances. “There’s a good mouse boy. Did you really think that you would win this game of cat and mouse? Hmm, what do you think, brother?” Ran’s hand grasped your jaw, forcing you to face Rin as he licked his lips. “I think that our little mouse deserves to be punished; this game has gone on far too long. I want my reward already.” Ran’s other hand came to grab at the edge of your shirt, lifting it up slightly to show your stomach to the younger one’s gaze. Eyes that looked like they wanted to devour you whole. 

 The sudden cold air made you arch your back slightly, quickly going still, feeling Ran’s erection rub under your ass. “Fuck~, I think you’re right, Rin. And I know exactly how I wanna punish them too.” Suddenly the thought of being killed was the least of your concerns. You wanted to say something against them. A last-ditch effort to save your dignity or beg them to just kill you and be done with it. But when you opened your mouth, only a broken moan left your lips as a harsh slap was delivered to your dick. “Seems like our mouse here needs a few extra lessons in obedience. Though, Mikey did say that we could do whatever we wanted with them, yeah? I wanna have some fun~.” 

Note: Not really Yandere but just thoughts about being the third Haitani sibling <3

(reader is more masculine and the word brother is used, other than that it’s pretty gender neutral)

Warnings: drinking?

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It’s not everyday that you get off work early, being an executive means you get held over late into the early morning. But when Mikey lets you turn in early, you decide to go drinking with your brothers.

Walking into the dim bar, you’re already bickering with Rindou, saying that you could down more shots than him; to which the younger Haitani quickly challenges. Soon enough you're halfway passed out in your chair and Rindou’s trying to pick a fight with the guy in another booth over the stupidest reason. Seeing that you three were now done drinking, Ran quickly tries getting both of you out of the bar. Holding your sleeping body up in one arm—your head and arms draped over his shoulders (like a goddamn baby-). And Rindou being held under his other arm(carry him like a purse king), with Rin complaining how he’s going to throw up any minute. Ran makes quick work getting you three back to your shared penthouse. 

Once there, you and Rindou are dropped on his king sized bed. Ran makes short work of taking off both of your blazers and shoes, seeing it as fulfilling his big brother duties—making sure your drunk siblings are comfortable for bed. Putting water and aspirin out on the nightstand for your inevitable hangovers, Ran climbs into bed as his two brothers attach themselves to him. Rin snoring unbelievably loud into his arm and you sprawled out like a starfish drooling on his side. 

Ran couldn’t find it in himself to be mad or annoyed though, he laid contently knowing that you three had finally relaxed after a long week. Without a care in the world about Bonten, subordinates, missions, or the ever growing paperwork waiting for you all tomorrow. Just basking in the each other’s embrace as you drift off to sleep.

001. #—— title. 12:35 (drabble)

002. #—— note. (implied cheating) afab!black!reader  wc. 1032k disc. angst!

003. #—— character(s). ran. h

004. #—— inspired song. (none)

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Rain pellets fell from the midnight sky, the lone droplets cascading down the opened window. The teardrop-shaped liquid pelted softly against the stainless window seals, creating miniature puddles that

swam on the marble surface. It had been a relaxing sound, the steady plows of the rain in the solid surface.

Plop. Plop. Plop. The fan hoisted onto the ceiling whirred, the swift motions creating a soft and loose breeze within the tiny room. A dull light flickered, casting a soft shadow every few minutes. Though, the only illuminated place was the single bed positioned in the center of the room, near the wall. Blankets were heaped atop of a still figure, more because of their racing heart and less because of the hefty amount of blankets engulfing their body from head to toe. Y/n attempted to calm their racing heart, inhaling deep and slow breaths from their nose and exhaling. Their round cheeks felt warm as their heart pounded in their chest, and with a toss of a blanket, they sat up abruptly, a grin slowly emerging onto their melanated face. They held the device in their hand, delicately scrolling up and down the touch screen, brown eyes analyzing every word, sentence, and tone they shared with Ran. They had gotten a message from him, informing them that he’d call soon. However, that had been over 20 minutes ago but, despite that, they waited; growing tired as time went on. A sigh left their plump lips, and they tiredly glanced at the top left corner of their phone, taking note that it was 12:35. Y/n yawned drowsily, placing their phone down on their bedsheets and laying down comfortably. They had finally decided to let themselves slip into a slumber, however, it only lasted a few minutes before their phone sounded, startling them awake.

Y/n’s body jolted, their blown wide eyes shifted to their phone, it lightly buzzed with vibrations, the sounds bouncing off the walls surrounding the closed-off room. The hands of y/n found the device and squinted their eyes at the brightness of the phone, only resting them once they got used to the beam of light. Finally, they were able to read the caller ID, the familiar lettering sending relief, but slight irritation at his long-overdue call.

They contemplated ignoring the call to spite him, though they decided not to give in to their petty behaviour, and with a touch of their fingers, the call connected. Y/n breathed softly from their nose, placing the phone to their ear. They heard the soft breaths from the person on the end of the line, and the hesitation was thick in the air on either side. Finally, y/n heard the melodic voice they fell in love with every time they heard it.“Hello..?” He said with uncertainty and guilt basked in his voice. Y/n hadn’t said anything, their voice caught in their throat. “Y/n... I’m sorry, I had lost track of time and I was out with Bonten-”

“Where were you?” Y/n found their voice. There was silence on the

other end, but still, yet y/n waited. “Ran,” Y/n said firmly, the lack of response agitating them further. A beat passed before Ran answered, “XXX Casino…”

Y/n sucked in a sharp breath, they knew the history and reputation that Casino carried proudly on its back.

Prostitution, Gambling, Smuggling, and Tax Evasion to name a few.

It was no surprise Bonten would be involved with the company, considering it was the biggest criminal organization throughout all of Japan. Y/n’s heartbeat in their chest, finally sitting up and placing the phone on speaker. “..Did you cheat on me?” Y/n uttered, a tiny lump forming in their throat and they waited for his response. “Y/n I-”

“Did you or did you not!” Their voice elevated, a slight waver to it. Y/n braced themselves for his next words, praying it would be the opposite of the thoughts that flowed through their mind.

“I would never hurt you intentionally, baby. You know that” Ran spoke. Y/n sucked in a harsh breath, “So that’s your answer, huh?”

There was no reply on the other line, heavy silence a clear sign the accusation was true.

Y/n nodded to themselves, swallowing hard as they tried to keep the lump in their throat down.

"Lose my number, Ran," y/n hung up the phone, sadness knawing at their heart with every breath. They couldn't deal with his excuses, they wouldn't. At least, not anymore.

Excuses, excuses, and more excuses. That's all the relationship was built on. The foundation.

Y/n stared blankly at nothing in particular, trying to keep their tears at bay. Their breathing was constricted and they shut their eyes tight, tears seeping out of their eyes and down the apple of their cheeks. A loud sob erupted from their lips, their hand coming around to mute their cries. They enveloped their arms around themselves, trying to shield themselves from the pain, ease the ache in their heart. 'you're gonna be okay,' y/n told themselves- no, convinced themselves.

Y/n attempted to still their breathing, the occasional hiccups erupting from their throat. They sank back down in a lying position, this time their stomach being pressed flat into the sheet-covered mattresses. The coolness of the pillow welcomed them with open arms, a sigh departing their plump chapped lips.

It always hurt to feel abandoned- be abandoned; there's no doubt about that. However, how many times do you have to be alone to realize no one cares? How many tears need to be shed to come to the conclusion that, no one'll wipe them unless you do? How many times does your heart need to shatter to let it beat again- feel again, love again?

Y/n pondered to themselves, their unfocused and droopy eyes blankly staring ahead, every so often fluttering, waiting for sleep to envelope them.

Perhaps they'll never know, everyone has a breaking point, though how far it'll exceed is a mystery, and only until you meet the finish line, will you know what's on the other side.

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I HAVE A BIGGG HEADCANON OF RAN BEING SUCH A FAN OF DESIGNERS, BUT SPECIALLY YSL.

HE WOULD WEAR ONLY GLASSES IF THEY WERE YSL. HE WOULD MODEL JUST IF IT'S FOR YSL. HE WOULD WEAR HEELS OY IF THEY WERE. HE LOVES YSL.

HE'S LITERALLY SO FINE OMG.

THIS COULD BE PERFECTLY RAN IN BONTEN. WHERE DID MY CLOTHES GO??????????

CHIBI MITSURAN

CHIBI MITSURAN

CHIBI MITSURAN

Little Mitsuya x Ran hcs

SOME MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

It's a known fact Mitsuya somewhat idolized the Haitani brothers when he was younger, and I like to imagine that after the events of the Kanto Manji fight, they sort of became friends. (Which for context, happened in 2008 where Mitsuya was 18 and Ran was 21) In the fight between Hakkai, Mitsuya, and the Haitani brothers, Mitsuya winds up fighting Ran alone. We all know Ran is a cheeky little bitch, and he almost definitely started teasing Mitsuya a bit either during or after the fight. I mean, Mitsuya did say he used to look up to the Haitani's right in front of them. And Ran is confirmed to come across as very flirtatious whether he means to or not.

So Ran was probably teasing Mitsuya about having a kiddie crush on him, and probably came off as pretty flirtatious when he did so. I can see Ran and Mitsuya bantering between each other incredibly easily, it's something that would flow pretty naturally between them. I'd say they started out as friends, then became this sort of friends with benefits relationship. I can see both of them being switches, with Mitsuya being more of the service type and Ran being both pretty kinky and a total pillow princess. I mean c'mon, all this man does is sleep, of course he'd want Mitsuya to do all te work, which works out because Mitsuya's goal is to please him.

And that brings me to another point, Ran needs his naps all the time, and Mitsuya is a busy guy and somewhat of a workaholic. Which is two bad traits, that mix together pretty alright. Mitsuya can work while Ran is either asleep in their room, or Ran can nap in Mitsuya's lap or his studio. And when Ran's awake and Mitsuya's not working, they can spend time together. A relationship between them would definitely be a little silly. A lot of playful banter, and a lot, a LOT of cuddling and nap times together. Of course, they still have their arguments. Mitsuya wishes Ran would be more productive, and Ran wishes Mitsuya would let loose every once in a while. Plus Mitsuya is big on communication and open honesty, whereas Ran really couldn't care less, and most the time just says he's 'too tired' or 'can't deal with this right now' whenever Mitsuya tries to have a serious talk with him.

All in all though, they work pretty well together. An odd pair, but they love each other and that's what matters at the end of the day. Rindou and Mitsuya actually get along pretty well, and they talk about both fashion and music pretty frequently, though Mitsuya is quite open about his distaste for Rindou's drinking habits. Hakkai on the other hand, just kind of learns to deal with the Haitani's for Mitsuya's sake. He's not the biggest fan of them, but if Ran makes his Taka-chan happy, then so be it. However if Ran ever hurts Mitsuya in any way, Hakkai is more than ready to throw hands. Same thing goes for Rindou if Mitsuya ever somehow hurt Ran.

Imagine the Haitani brothers having a baby sister who is a streetcar racer, driving a car the three of them modified when they were young.

In every race you participate in, you bet your ass they’re in the middle of the crowd cheering you on. Any mechanical pieces you need? It’s already inside the garage, don’t even worry about the money, they got it.

It didn’t matter that you do illegal street racing, your big brothers often even encourage it since racing could be a great benefit to Bonten.

In all honesty, you’re often their escape to when they almost get caught doing their illegal business, giving a sly smile to the police before entering your polished race car as you drove above the normal speed.

Rindou raised his middle finger to taunt them, laughing like a maniac as Ran gave a big kiss on your head, “You really gotta be a part of Bonten with your skills, Y/n."

“I’m only driving Nii-chan…"

“Yeah, but a great one at that!"

*okay that’s all <;33

HOSPITAL LOVE MISSION !

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LOVE MISSION ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ patient 02 : dimension [tr]! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 love sloth disease | platonic! status ! ♡♡♡♡♡

information ! :::; LOVE SLOTH DISEASE୨୧ patient 02 loves her brothers dearly, but she’s too lazy to do anything! Cupid Doctor, I think we need a sloth medicine for this one! The Haitani brothers adore their baby sister, let’s find a way to appreciate them!

LOVE MISSION : ONGOING!

STAGE 01 : CHECK UP!

Unwilling to do anything, merely being an adorable slug, boredom reached you once again--Like all the time.

Remembering the hand of your oldest brother--Ran Haitani--Brush past your eyes to lull you to sleep, you finally awoke from your slumber, just like the lazy princess you are.

Rindou Haitani prepared you a meal before leaving, albeit somewhat a bad cook, you appreciated the burnt sides of your egg. And you were left all alone, but it's fine!

You were accompanied by the plushies your brothers won you at a carnival once, and at an arcade. A bundle of snacks Ran bought for you, handpicked and deeply thought. Not to mention the available gaming consoles Rindou allowed only you to play when he's not the one playing.

There's a lot they've done for you today, and you've only woken up. It was sweet and thoughtful.

"Don’t wanna think..." Mumbling tiredly, you lay your body on the floor, sprawled like a starfish as you stare at the ceiling.

Upon hearing the door knock, you merely looked at the door and subtly smiled, your heart secretly jumping to the sight of purple strands appearing on the corner of your peripheral vision.

"We're home, Y/n!" Rindou called out, walking inside first as he stretched his arms with a yawn. Ran followed suit, putting his coat on top of a rack before entering with a soft smile upon seeing you.

"What in the world are you doing there on the floor?" Following a chuckle, he sat on the floor close to you and lightly pinched your nose--To which he laughed when you crinkled and huffed.

"Too lazy to stand up..." You muttered, moving closer to lay your head on his lap. Ran adjusted his position for your comfort, playing with your soft hair with his slender fingers.

"You're such a sloth, Y/n." Rindou commented as he came back from the kitchen, sitting on the floor as well. He popped a grape when he saw you opening your mouth, sighing in response.

"Ouch, are you fine with him saying that?" Ran teased with a laugh.

"Eh, what am I supposed to say? It's true." You shrugged, holding Ran's finger now to play with it, the oldest brother occasionally playing with your pudgy soft cheeks.

Lazy, yet your brothers loved you dearly. Arguments and fun fights were all present, but one thing's for certain, and it's their dedication to make your life lovely and easy.

Despite your apathetic attitude, you greatly loved them back, willing to do your best for them, helping them, and joining in their fun too! It's just your laziness that held you back time after time.

Nevertheless, this time... You'll definitely do your best!

STAGE 02 : MEDICAL RECORD CHECK!

"I hope you don't get tired of me..."

The sudden sentence shocked both Ran and Rindou, looking at your stature as you stare at them with your hazy eyes. The words that fell from your mouth broke their heart.

The Haitanis looked younger, it was probably because they’re still in junior highschool, even so, they were mature enough to know what you were saying.

Were you feeling neglected? Did someone hurt you? Did it seem like they don't have time for you? What happened? Tell them!

Whatever came to their mind, they were eager to know your response. Sitting on both side of the couch, Ran looked at you in concern and asked:

"What's wrong?"

You raised your eyebrow at the sudden gloom of atmosphere, did you say something bad? Either way, you answered, beacuse if not, you were sure they would've gotten white hairs from the sudden stress.

"I'm lazy..." You sighed tiredly, "I'm a lazy sloth... Always depending on my big brothers like I don't have two feet... Too cold... 'M like a baby..."

You continued on with your response, unaware of the widening eyes of your brothers, heart breaking into pieces at your ongoing answers.

Ran was more of the adult in your siblingship, making sure his two baby siblings are well protected and love, he was making sure he did a good job in doing so... He was basically the one that raised you, took care of you since the day he was able to carry you like he did with Rindou.

Yes, you are lazy, he knew that, but he loved you regardless. Ran prepared your meals with a smile, he dolled you up with the cutest dresses and fancy makeup with a happy heart, he carries you because he knew you didn't like walking, but he did with contented joy.

Ran willingly heeded to you with happiness.

Rindou was in shock with the words spilling out of your tongue, he was appalled. Who did this to his baby sister??? How dare they make her feel that way! He's readying his knuckles in rage, yet it's hidden through the soft touches he gives to your hand.

Closer to his age, he was able to share humors with you, able to make fun of each other. Rindou was open to boast about himself to you, that he's strong enough to protect you from any bad guys at your school, to the evil monsters in your nightmares.

In faux reluctance, yet he always melts in the end and agrees to follow your orders all the time. Rindou will be willing to carry you piggyback all the time at school, willing to put on your shoes and tie them, buy you food with his own saved up money, be your personal bodyguard, all with a fake scowl that soon melts into a toothy grin upon meeting your soft smile.

Lazy? Tch, what's that got to do with anything!? You're completely perfect! He's fine with it! Please, don't be sad anymore.

"...With my laziness, I think... People are easy to get tired of me--"

Going quiet, your eyes open wide for a second when you see your brothers holding you tightly, Ran softly patted your head in tender touches, trying to take away those thoughts in your head.

Rindou was unexpectedly sullen, holding you tighter than Ran, gritting his teeth when he lowered his head, "D-Don't think of such things..."

It seems your words took a toll on them. It meant that they cared a lot, right? It was... Nice, you hoped it would stay like this forever and ever.

STAGE 03: SURGERY!

“Thank you so much for everything…” 

Ran and Rindou were stunned at the sudden impact of their little sister hugging the both of them, but it was muscle memory for them to hug you back. 

“W-What do you mean?” Ran was a bit taken aback with your genuine words, tenderly stroking your hair as he looked at you in confusion, but his heart warmed at the gesture.

Gently patting your back, Rindou had the idea to tease you, but this was the longest time you’ve been sentimental with them, they’ve always been the one to go emotional on you, but this was a once in a blue moon.

“Just… Thank you for being my brothers.” 

Now that stopped their heart for a minute, they needed to take a breath from the sudden love. You weren’t one to blurt these words normally, so you hid your reddening face from them.

“I…” Ran was stumbling with his words, overflowing in happiness at the sight of his sister being comfortable enough to say such loving words, he eyed Rindou as well, chuckling to see him unmoving like a statue.

“Well, this is new…” Rindou chuckled, giving a soft smile towards you, “But I ain’t complaining.” 

Hugging both of them tighter, you forced the incoming tears to vanish away, but your voice was giving it away from the clear stutters.  “I’m… J-Just very h-happy to have you both…” Sniffling quickly, you looked up at them and smiled, a beautiful smile that has them reciprocating it as well, eyes twinkling with a gleam of joy.

“Hey, hey… Don’t cry…” Ran, despite his strong demeanor, his eyes were showing a vague glow that blurred his vision because of the tears welling up. He may look blunt, but he really does have beautiful emotions like love.

You see Rindou looking away, but you can tell he too was also hiding his tears, from the way his lips began to tremble, but he smiled nonetheless. 

Under the pale moonlight, inside the quiet home of the Haitanis, they all share a comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of one another.

“I love you both.” 

“We love you more…”

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LOVE MISSION : ACCOMPLISHED! ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა [ nursie ] : you have done such a great job doctor cupid! You have fulfilled one of the love missions!

Back to the hospital ! &lt;3

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You ever read something soo fucking good

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THAT FIC DESERVES TO NOT ONLY LIVE IN MY BOOKMARKS

BUT BECOME ONE WITH MY CELLS SO IT REPLICATES FOR ETERNITY

🂩 Haitani Ran 🂩

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— with a fem! Toji Fushiguro reader //

— you are dating him?! // fem! reader