Weak (Tokyo Revengers x MHA x Female Reader)

Chapter 021:

"So this is your hide-out?", Y/N asked Izana who nodded.

He had showed Y/N where Tenjiku held their meetings. All of them.

It was a gym penthouse like thing.

And Y/N felt out of place to say the least, all these half naked men starring her down as she walked by their king's side, his arm draped around her waist. This was not only for his liking, but also to symbolize that the girl with a cane was his and only his.

She belonged to the King, and he would tear down whoever even dared to lay their eyes on what was his.

And this king was a greedy one, so greedy that he demanded all of his queen's attention, all the time and everywhere.

The King loved his Queen, even if she was completely unaware of it.

"Yep. Now I'll show you my throne-room", Izana spoke, leading Y/N to the elevator and pressed the highest button.

Once up there Izana was still guiding Y/N around, his hand placed on the small of her back as he pushed her into a large room.

A gigantic glass-table was in the middle of it, a bunch of chairs around it with a big throne like chair at the head of the table.

The King's Throne.

"This is where you sit?"

"Yes. It's my throne. Would you like to sit on it?"

"May I?"

"I'll give you your own throne if you want to", Izana spoke with a grin on his face.

He liked how Y/N looked sitting on his throne.

And normally he'd kill anyone who'd dare to sit on it.

Nobody was allowed on the King's throne.

But Izana never wanted Y/N to leave his throne.

She looked so powerful, he wanted nothing more than to place a crown on her head and lay the world at her feet.

She sat there, back straightened and head held up high, slightly tilted to the side as she looked at Izana with those big doe eyes, her legs put together and tilted to the side as well, one hand on the arm-rest the other in her lap.

With this view in front of him the King walked towards his Queen, falling down onto one knee and taking her un-occupied hand into his own, admiring the gem-laced ring on her middle-finger. It was the ring he had given her.

"Izana..."

"Yes?"

"Would you ever let somebody hurt me?"

"Of course not. I'd burn the world down if you asked me to."

"What if somebody threatened to hurt me?"

"Then I'd skin them alive."

"What if that somebody was a powerful gang-leader?"

"I don't care. I have over five hundred fiercely loyal men behind me. I have the Haitani brothers, the entirety of Roppongi, so many generations of the black dragons. I don't care. I'll go to war for you. If somebody hurt you."

"What if that person was the leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang?"

"Did Manjiro Sano hurt you angel?"

"..."

"My sweet little Butterfly, answer me."

Y/N looked down at her lip, playing with the hem of her shirt as she avoided eye contact with the orchid eyed man.