[DISCONTINUED] tokyo revengers one-shots.

【↬ 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘰 𝘚. ́❁ /rock, paper, snakes

𝙏𝙔𝙎𝙈 𝙁𝙊𝙍 200 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙎!!

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂:
toxic sanzu, littlest hint of nsfw mentioned
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𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙊: @.imagineeeeeeee on tiktok

The night sky was filled with a pitch black canvas with splatters of white paint. The only source of light being the television. Not that you were paying attention.

For the past month, Sanzu has been arriving late home every day. That wasn't an issue because you're already aware of what he does in bonten. The problem was how he spent his time.

He fucked women when supposed to be at a meeting, brought them home when you weren't, and forced you to pick up his drugs from his idiot dealer.

Errands are fine, but that puts you in danger. What happens if something goes wrong among their gang and bonten? They're going to go straight for you. Hell, they're probably watching you right now. What's more, Sanzu doesn't seem to mind.

For the first time in hours, you checked your phone. Immediately cursing yourself for not turning down the brightness. One thirty-four a.m.

You went to your bedroom in search of your charger, ready to pull an all-nighter. You weren't going to let this pass you by. You couldn't let this pass you by. He leaves so ridiculously early that you don't even have time to say a good morning.

Rummaging through the nightstand you finally found the white cord. You began to make your way to the restroom, feeling the need to go. That is, until you heard the lock turn. Behind the front door, keys jingled. He's home.

The charger dropped to the ground as the tight grasp from your hands released. Downstairs was a tipsy Sanzu. His wrinkled clothing and thrown over his shoulder tie showed that he had spent some time with the Haitanis.

"Darling, what's with the crossed arms?" Sanzu mentioned as he lifted your head in an attempt to sneak a kiss.

You shoved his finger down and said, "Don't fucking 'darling' me." He swore you were on the verge of breaking it.

"The hell is with the attitude brat?" His tone began to raise.

"Is that what you call the people you're fucking? If so write it down in that drugged brain of yours that i'm not one of them," you demonstrated as you drew in the air before returning your view to him.

"Seems like your money hungry ass forgot who fucks you day and night." his eyes lowered.

"And seems like you forgot who you're talking to"

"I JUST GOT HOME CAN YOU GIVE ME SOME SPACE? GOD," he exclaimed, running his hands through his rough pink hair.

Ignoring what he just said you kept going on, "WHAT HAPPENED TO 'i'm gonna be loyal' HARU? THE ONE WHO KEPT THE MOST LITTLEST PROMISES?!"

"DIDNT KNOW YOU COULDN'T HANDLE A FEW EMPTY WORDS, YOU'RE SO UNGRATEFUL!"

"IM TIRED OF THIS SANZU IT FEELS LIKE DEJA VU!"

The world seemed to move at a snail's pace. Sanzu could be seen picking up a vase. You defended yourself by making a ball on the floor, anticipating his next move. The floor was littered with shattered glass. The scarred man's hands were dripping with blood.

He snatched your face from your hands, forcing you to stare into his hypnotizing, enraged eyes. Every breath he took, his grip had gotten tighter. Veins popped out of his skin one by one.

"Name one guy whose taken ten fucking bullets for you."

Guilt consumed you like a wave consuming sand. You knew you were right to hold your ground, but nobody loved you like he did. And what he just said was proof. Right? Somehow some way he always had you wrapped around his finger.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off by ripping his suit open. It was still obvious to see where he had been shot. He explained the effect of each scar by pointing to it. He himself was surprised he wasn't dead: those were fatal.

He leaned in closer, never breaking contact with your gaze. You slapped him just as he was going to say something else. Its sting lingered for a while.

"I'm breaking up with you Haru. I'm full of the bullshit." You got up and went to the bedroom to pack your belongings.

"I'm not letting you do that" he reached for your arm.

"You say it as if i'm asking." You held your arm to your chest, continuing up the stairs.

Not a tear shed, Sanzu let them go. They leaned back, their back against the window. The wind filled their senses. It was their fault, not his. Thoughts were at war. It made no difference how long it took, Y/N would always crawl back to him. Sanzu knew that quite well. They are, after all, his toy.

-M4NJIROS