𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮. - 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 {✓}

𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

finally, after a week-long of sleepless nights and coffee-scented mornings- the night of the banquet has arrived.

the soft jazz coming from the rented performers surely did their job on livening up the venue despite being in the presence of bonten- japan's most dangerous criminal organization out there.

other than them, only the top board executives from the bouncing ball corporation were invited to attend the welcoming ceremony.

the venue was magnificent, to say the least, guests albeit shocked that all of this was only planned for an entire week by the young manager- l/n y/n.

satin table cloths with the finest china above them, the most expensive wine filling up their cups as all of them chattered at the open area of the place.

the strong smell coming from the floral bouquets and the mixture of the men's strong colognes wafted all over the place- thank god that the place was connected to an open garden to mellow down their scents.

as everyone chattered to pass the time, a table located on the side was being fully occupied by bonten executives who were having their own small conversation.

"should've left me to be in my apartment." sanzu haruchiyo groaned, downing his nth cup of wine of the night.

"this entire banquet was held for us, so at least show some common courtesy by attending." akashi takeomi scolded, taking the glass from the strawberry-haired man and putting it away to prevent him from collapsing before the event could even start.

the night was still young yet many were already there, not even the manager nor her father were there- talk about promptness.

as the bonten's number two kept on whining his ass out towards the haitani brother's- dark eyes scanned the ballroom, trying to find that familiar (h/c) hair that he was used to seeing all week.

kokonoi hajime had an arm draped on his chair, legs crossed together as he sat beside mochizuki kanji who was busy glaring at everyone who dared to pass their table.

hitto kakucho seemed to notice how antsy the man was being and decided to slide him a glass of wine.

"lighten up and enjoy the party that you've worked all week for." the silver-haired man nodded at him in silent gratitude, taking the glass from him and gulping it down in one go.

the bittersweet taste of the alcohol invaded his senses as it left a hot trail on his neck- though nothing that he had once felt before.

it is quite true and fair that he should enjoy the night while it lasted- he didn't wake up early and leave the company always at dawn to just treat this event as nothing.

he could still remember the times where he had to support the young manager on her feet because she had way too many cups of coffee to drink- even tried to mix alcohol in it in the belief that she'll be more lively than ever.

ah yes, l/n y/n, the woman that always plagued his mind 24/7.

kokonoi didn't know how it started to be honest, but ever since the two had their little milkshake run a week ago- he felt some sort of connection towards the (h/c) haired woman that he hadn't felt since he came to her office.

was it the way that she dresses? or how elegant she is in everything that she does that even her speech matched her beauty?

or was it the fact that he once tried kissing her when she was taking her nap on her desk?

surely any normal man wouldn't just fall for someone just because they tried kissing a woman- but to him, it felt different, like he was drawn to plant his lips on her soft-looking ones.