masochist ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ sanzu h. x reader

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"I'm slowly going insane in here." Ran let out a loud scoff. "All you all are boring. The only 'entertaining' people all fucking died."

"Hm? Who're you talking 'bout?" Takeomi cocked up a brow, taking a puff from his cigarette.

He could only think of Koko to be entertaining, apart from Ran himself. He's pretty boring right now, considering he only thinks with his dick and constantly has some women to cum into.

"Kokonoi. Fucking died. Then, there's Sachiko. She was pretty funny, until that fucking bomb killed her beloved boss. Now she's nun more but a boring bitch in a hot body." Ran spat, pointing his own cigarette right at Sachiko, making sure she heard.

"And y/n," he added. "She was pretty entertaining. But that was back when she was a teenager. Right now she's no better than Sachiko. A boring, and depressed bitch trapped also in a hot body."

"Watch your fucking mouth." Sanzu hissed, pulling y/n tighter towards himself, his arm wrapped around her.

"Damn, sorry you fucking dog." Ran rolled his eyes. "What part are you mad about? Me calling her hot, or boring and depressed?" Ran asked, his brow itching up in curiosity.

If no one was going to entertain him he was gonna do it himself.

Kakucho let out a groan, leaning back on his bed.

The room had 8 beds. 4 on one side, the other 4 across of 'em. Each bed was only about one body wide apart from the other.

"Jesus. Stop with this bullshit already, you're giving me a headache."

"No, I wanna know. What's wrong, Sanzu? You're taking longer than usual to argue with me? Still waiting for Mikey's dead spirit to whisper you that you're allowed to insult me?" He let out a mocking chuckle.

"Oh I'll fucking shoot you, just you wait. I'll put a damned golden bullet through that thick, horny skull of yours, so you can say hi to your beloved brother." Sanzu growled at Ran, Ran just scoffed back at him and rolled his eyes, leaning back on his own bed as he pulled out his phone.

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After a while, Ran got bored again. He didn't care about anyone telling him not to bring a prostitute in here anymore, so, he called one over.

No one bothered to say shit to him, though they were all stuck here.

Takeomi watched Ran pleasure himself on that woman, smoking a cigarette, Mochi was completely ignoring everyone while he went through his laptop, already looking for a place for them to stay in separate rooms.

Sachiko sat against the wall of her bed, her arms resting on her knees as she looked at the injury on her stomach the whole time, the injury Koko patched up to save her life, and to lose his own.

Kakucho was rubbing his temples, leaning back as well as he stared at the ceiling, tryna blur out the noises.

Y/n was still just sitting on that bed, not speaking.