𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. (𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

03.

────── ⌜ 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. ⌟ ──────

               "You...YOU BASTARDS!!!" A gang leader from one of the front tables yells, pulling out his gun and pointing it at Sigma's boss.

It was one of Sigma's allies, an infuriated gang leader who had insufferable losses for the past month due to a rat among his gang. His face contorted with rage and betrayal, now knowing that their most trusted ally was leeching off their resources.

Sigma's boss, now exposed and vulnerable, raised his hands in a feeble attempt to defuse the situation. "Listen, we can talk about this. We had our reasons," he stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The gang leader, fueled with anger, wasn't interested in negotiations. He tightened his grip on the gun, finger twitching to pull on the trigger. "Reasons? You betrayed us, Ootori. Did you really think that you could negotiate your way out of this? Well...

...you thought wrong."

A bullet finds its way through Ootori's head, killing him in an instant. The gang leader orders his men to kill the rest of Sigma's men, turning the auction party into a gruesome bloodbath. Some gangs stayed to join in the gun fight to aid their allies, and others left, not interested in the drama that had just ensued. One of those gangs was Bonten, but despite having issues with Sigma themselves, seeing their leader killed was enough to disclose the conflict.

"So they weren't just fucking with us, but other gangs too? Serves them right." Rindou states as they leave the event hall. Sanzu walked beside them, moping at how Mikey didn't allow him to join in the bloodshed with the other gangs.

Mikey tunes out their conversation but his ears perk up at the sound of gagging from the comfort room ahead of them. The white haired male walks ahead from the others, earning curious stares from his subordinates. "Mikey?"

He pushes the door open, approaching the sound to see...

You.

You were hunched over at the toilet bowl, throwing your guts out. Seeing you in such a vulnerable state made Bonten's boss quirk a brow. Out there, you were confident, quick thinking, and had everything in control, but here, you're curled up against the toilet, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to get rid of the gut wrenching feeling in your stomach.

The gang leader kneels right beside you, pulling your hair back for you as you continue to empty your stomach. Once you are done, he helps you up, leading you to the sink and letting you wash your face off.

Seeing the distant look in your eyes as you stared down at the sink, he lifts his hand up, placing it gently on top of your head. His hand began to caress your soft locks, watching you in silence as tears cascaded down your cheek.

"There, there, cry it all out."

The emptiness in your eyes felt like he was looking at a mirror, "...You're just like me."

He gently pulls your head against his shoulder, letting your tears dampen his expensive suit. "You just want peace of mind, don't you?"

Your sobs filled the room, echoing against the cold walls of the bathroom. Mikey, the feared leader of Bonten, held you in a rare display of empathy and understanding. It was an unexpected solace in the midst of the chaos.