Happiness of Revenge (Mikey xReader x Sanzu)

Chapter 1

It was after a fight when your well kept secret would finally be busted after months of successfully being able to keep it from being detected. There were a few guys from Toman including you that had gotten together to teach a few rowdy guys from a smaller gang a lesson before they caused problems or any headaches to the higher ups in the future. Admittedly it was Mitsuya who sent your small group out after it was brought to his attention by a few guys from his division, he figured a few 'lackies' so to speak could handle the little problem without any struggles. He was right of course, your small group had managed to quell the situation with the other gang but not without getting a few scuffs and cuts to prove your victory with. One particular guy had brought a knife, you made quick work of breaking his hand so he couldn't hold it, though not before he landed a small stab to your side. It wasn't deep enough to cause anything fatal but it at least was able to make you bleed quite a worrisome amount of blood.

"Hey Y/n! You need to be bandaged dude, that bastard got you good." One of you fellow members called out, as he noticed the blood stain forming on your shirt.

"Shit, you're right. I was so focused on beating the shit out of him that I forgot he got me." You pressed your hand to the wound in an attempt to apply pressure, wincing a bit at the pain the action brought.

"Come here man, I brought some stuff in case they did try to pull something like that." A different member said digging into a backpack he'd brought along.

"Nah, thanks man but I'll just head straight home and take care of it there." You knew it was a little too high for someone to bandage without needing you to take off your shirt to get at properly.

"Nonsense man! it 's far too gnarly for you to make it all the way home without at least something on it." He started heading your way, bandage in hand. "Sides we gotta take care of and look out for each other in the gang, right?"

"Nah, really it's okay man. I don't live far and it's not fatal at all, just really messy." You tried to reason back, trying to get him to just drop the idea and instead head your separate ways.

There was another minute of slight bickering about whether he should bandage you or not, before another guy said you were certainly tough enough to take care of yourself and that you clearly didn't want the help at the moment. You were grateful when the bandage carrying member finally gave up on the idea of bandaging you up and agreed to let you head home without any help. You just wanted to get home and clean up your wound before anything else happened or he changed his mind.

You waved them off as you started your trek home, which was actually halfway across the city but you'd lied so your comrades would stop fussing about your injury. You kept your hand pressed firmly against your wound, applying pressure along with helping to hide the decent sized stain on your shirt, with your jacket hanging over your shoulders also helping to shield the injury a bit. After a few minutes you heard someone call out to you, fearing it was one of your comrades from the fight who changed their mind and decided to follow you anyways, you froze in place only to turn and see the boss Mikey making his way towards you shadowed by Draken as usual.

"Sir! Good to see you both!" You tried your best to bow in respect, however the still open wound you were nursing caused you to wince and groan slightly in pain. 'shit' you muttered under your breath.

The pair noticed your obvious pain, Mikey taking a quick few steps toward you and grabbing your shoulder. "What happened? You look a little rough" he asked with a slight worry in his tone.

"It's nothing sir, just a shallow stab a smaller gang's guy got in before I was able to get his knife away." You waved your free hand dismissively in an attempt to not cause your leader to fret over you. "I'm on my way back home now to bandage it up now so no need to worry about me."