𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎 ── 𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘.

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Y/n was blind folded once again believe it or not.

Not a peep was heard and she couldn't tell where she was going because some random person stood behind her, controlling her wheelchair. She had no clue who it was pushing the wheelchair since it was a dull silence.. But that gut feeling knew that it wasn't Smiley or Angry. 

Suddenly, The wheelchair stopped it's movements making the utterly confused woman quirk a brow under the dark fabric. The only thing visible was a vague yellow luminescence through the thin black blindfold. "Uh hello? Why we stop?.." Y/n muttered, pulling at the zip tie on her wrists. 

Until an aggressive tug of the blindfold revealed the whole surprise... A scene around the woman concluded of the yakuza all seated at a long meeting table in what looked to be an old dank ass molded warehouse. Her eyes grew at the sight of Nahoya and Souya across from her as they both stared at her at their seats with dull gazes.

Looking behind her, Rindou lit a cigarette before tucking her at the table full of men— Her being the only female. Y/n glanced around nonchalantly till her eyes found the leader of Bonten, Manjiro.

. 

"Yo. Why y'all so quiet for?" The female looked at the silent men - "shut the fuck up woman..." Rindou uttered, walking away and taking a seat somewhere at the table. 

"Listen. Ion't know WHY you guys can't just let us be and live our lives, but I promise you we have nothing to loose but ourselves." Smiley interrupted as the Bonten members all held the same unbothered expression.

"The show has finally arrived~"

A man walked up into the room fastening his tie up. Everyone turned in unison to see the amused-looking male who gave everyone a sly smirk. "Hanma! You're late asshole." Sanzu called out on the man's arrival to this mysterious warehouse. 

It was all quiet suddenly, you were the last to turn around meeting those golden pupils you recalled the second you laid eyes on the figurine that stood at the height of 6'4. His grin was familiar bringing you back to that weird ass night you had. The first time you met Hanma Shuji at the casino.. You tense up immediately, feeling heated..

"Oh shiii" You turned back around to avoid everyone else, planting your head to the table. Hanma chuckled lowly, seeing the woman he was meaning to reunite with since that night. He was excited for this meeting, simply cause it was about you.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me baby?" Hanma questions, a sarcastic frown meeting his face while coming up behind you.

"Don't call me that. and No I'm not happy. Quite the literal opposite." You groaned hearing the seat beside you screech back before someone took a seat there.. and you knew exactly who it was.. "Uh sorry we're late, we had something come up on short notice." Another male entered, then subsided next Hanma. He had a bleach blonde undercut that looked straight outta the mop factory.