masochist ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ sanzu h. x reader

{8} delinquent {8}

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— y/n's pov —

me and sanzu were just having random conversations while sitting in his room, the rain was really intense tonight... but it made the whole vibe even better.

"by the way...." i spoke up again with a more calmed tone "what did you mean when you said that... you 'really' like me?"

"i meant it exactly like i said, y/n" his hands were resting behind his head while he was laying down on his bed, glaring over from the ceiling to my face.

"what about you, what do you think about me?" a slight grin went up his face, it made me blush a little.

"what i think about you...? i really like you too.." "so if i asked you to be my girlfriend, would you say yes?" he sat himself up. he looked serious.

"don't answer that... not yet at least. theres still a lot for you to know about me" "for example?..."

"well.... i'm-..." he stopped talking mid sentence and went quiet... as if he wanted to tell me something but wasn't able to speak up.

"..fuck" he stood up and aggressively opened up a drawer to take something out - a few pills, most likely drugs.

he threw them all into his mouth and swallowed them at once.

"i want you to know something, i want you to know this before you continue to be my friend.." "yea, go ahead"

what could be bad enough for me to not wanting to be his friend anymore? this guy already got me all over him.. i can't lie about that.

he held up his right arm a hit and pointed towards the tattoo. "this is bonten's symbol"

"bonten?..." i just looked at the tattoo in surprise. "bonten is... a criminal organisation"

my eyes slightly widened, i just kept listening to what he said. "at least half of the crime that has been happening in tokyo and japan since the past years, bonten is responsible for it, bonten is what the police is looking for"

he looked so serious... i didn't understand what he was telling me.

"and i, i am bonten's number two"

he leaned closer to my face causing me to move my head away a bit.

"i've hurt, robbed, kidnapped, tortured and murderer people... but.. you like me regardless, right?"

he can't be serious...

"if this is a joke its not funny....!" "its not a joke, im serious"

i stared holes into his room, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"y/n? say something, why are you so quiet?.. don't tell me you're actually afraid of me now" i am.