I don't know what's going on (Bonten x F!reader)

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time skip because I'm lazy, [Name] got already treated but she didn't sleep at the headquarters and is now on the way to Mikeys home.
I'll write in a different perspective this time, sorry for the confusion💀

You and Mikey sat in the back of his car, the driver in the front with the small partition separating him from you two. The vehicle was heading deep into the woods, away from the city's prying eyes. You remained silent, not out of fear, but simply because you chose not to speak. It wasn't until Mikey decided to break the silence.

"You're lucky the bullet didn't hit an artery," he said quietly, staring out the window as the trees blurred past.

"I am," you replied, your gaze shifting between the window and your lap, where your thigh was wrapped in bandages. "What's going to happen to Hakari?"

Mikey exhaled through his nose and began loosening his tie. "We'll monitor his movements. We need to stay low for a while before making any moves against him."

You nodded. "And what about me?"

Mikey turned his head towards you, raising his brows slightly. "What about you?"

You met his dark gaze. "Me being a traitor?"

Mikey shook his head and turned his gaze back to the window. "That's just Sanzu being suspicious of everyone. I know you wouldn't betray me."

"I appreciate that," you said, and Mikey nodded in return.

„Am I able to wo-" Mikey interrupted you. „Focus on recovering." You nodded and decided to stay silent, falling back into the comfortable silence you both shared. After a while, the car came to a stop, and you saw the large mansion of Mikey, your mouth slightly agape.

How rich is he?! I thought he lives in a penthouse??!!

You mentally screamed as the car halted in front of the mansion's driveway. You grabbed your crutches and intended to open the door yourself, but the driver had already done that. You thanked him and, as quickly as you could, got out of the car on your crutches. Mikey was already waiting for you and walked alongside you, matching your pace.

time skip again yall and pls help me with a name for the fat cat😭

Mikey showed you to your guest room. It was spacious, featuring a queen-sized bed in the center, and one wall was a large window offering a stunning view of the night sky and the distant city lights. The room had white stone floors, and a bathroom connected directly to the bedroom.

You moved towards the bed and sat down, the soft cushions feeling incredibly comfortable. You noticed that the big closet was already filled with your clothes. As you looked out the window, you heard a familiar meow.

Turning towards the sound, you saw your cat coming from behind Mikey, who stood by the door. You gasped, a smile spreading across your face, and reached out for your cat. "Kitty! Come here." You tried to stand but winced in pain from your wound.

Mikey gently picked up your fat cat, who meowed and purred as he was cradled in his arms. Mikey walked over to you, and you eagerly took your cat from him, snuggling it and excitedly telling your fat cat how much you missed him and how adorable he was.

Mikey watched you with interest, reminded of how you would always stop to pet any cat you saw on the street, giving them all your attention until he had to drag you away, demanding you focus on him instead.

"I'm feeling kind of tired," you said, snapping him out of his memories. Mikey looked at you, processing your words before nodding in understanding.

"Call my name if you need help. The maids have already gone home for the night." With that, he left the room, mumbling a "good night" and closing the door behind him.

You quickly shouted back a "night" before turning your attention to your cat. You placed him on the bed and grabbed your crutches, managing to slip out of your dress, but soon realized you needed help getting fully ready for bed.

You hesitated to call for Manjiro, feeling awkward standing in your underwear in the middle of the room. After contemplating for a few minutes, you decided to try and get the dress back on. You sat down on the bed, bent down to pick up the dress, and threw it on, but your nervousness made your heart race slightly.

Finally, you gathered the courage and called out, „Mikey!" A few seconds of silence passed before the door opened, and Mikey peeked his head in. "You need help?" he asked, and you nodded, pointing at your dress.

"Oh..." he said, understanding the situation. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

He walked over to your closet. "What do you usually sleep in? A dress? Pajamas?" he asked, surveying the clothes.

"Pajamas," you responded. He selected a dark blue, loose pair of pajamas and a black T-shirt and brought them over to the bed where you sat on the edge.

He gently placed the pajamas on the bed and knelt in front of you. With a careful touch, he lifted your dress, stopping just before your panties to respect your privacy. He then took one of your legs, starting with the right ankle, and gently guided it into the leg hole of the pajama pants. He repeated the process with your left ankle, then carefully pulled the pants up to your knees.

Standing up, he leaned closer, his breath brushing against your neck as he held onto the pajama pants. "Hold onto me and use your right leg to push yourself up," he instructed. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support, doing your best to follow his guidance.

Mikey adjusted his stance slightly to help you stand. With one hand securely around your waist, he gently pulled the pajamas up to your hips. His proximity made your heart race a little. With a steady grip, he used his other hand to guide you back down onto the bed.

Mikey remained close, his hand resting gently on your side. "Do you need help with the shirt?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

You could feel the warmth of his body close to yours, and it made your pulse quicken. His proximity was overwhelming, and you almost raised your shoulder to your ear out of instinct, but you forced yourself to stay still. Instead, you turned your head slightly to the side, trying to dissipate the tingling sensation that had settled in your ear.

"No," you replied softly, your voice barely more than a whisper. You began to slide your arms away from him, but he didn't move. His gaze was fixed on you, and you could feel his eyes on your face, his platinum silver hair falling forward as he leaned in closer. His black eyes, deep and intense, seemed to pull you in like black holes, their dark allure captivating.

You glanced at him briefly, noting how every detail about him seemed to fit perfectly together, his hair, his piercing eyes, and the commanding presence he exuded. You turned your head away, trying to escape the intensity of his stare, but he noticed.

After a moment, he slowly drew back, the distance between you now filled with the weight of unspoken tension. "Okay then, rest well," he said, his tone softer as he gave you a final, lingering look. He turned and walked towards the door.

The door clicked softly as he closed it behind him, leaving you alone in the room. You were left with the soft purring of your cat on one of the pillows.

I know this is short and it's just with Mikey but I promise that [Name] is going to have her moments with the others, I'm trying not to rush everything.

Thank you for the reads🫶🏼