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

13

Idk if the song choices even fit but idc, have fun reading!!

The meeting had ended, and you quickly sent the details over to Ran and Rindou. For some reason, Manjiro decided to give you the rest of the day off. The moment he said it, you left the headquarters.

Now at home, you busied yourself cleaning up your apartment and doing the dishes. Cold water flowed over your warm hand, which gripped the sponge, while your other hand held the porcelain dish firmly to keep it from slipping. The music in your ears drowned out all other noise, the "other noise" being Paddy meowing and tapping at your leg with his paw, demanding food, even though you'd already fed it.

As soon as you finished the dishes, you leaned against the counter with your forearms, your hands still dripping water from when you washed them. The faint sound of water droplets hitting the sink was the only noise in the quiet apartment.

The music had already stopped, and Paddy had retreated to your bed, burying himself in the sheets. 

'This apartment is bigger than my last one.' You straightened your back slowly, grabbing a tissue to dry your hands. The thought lingered in your mind as you moved toward the living room, stepping out of the kitchen. 

'Should I be worried if they planted hidden cameras?' You sighed at the idea, plopping down on the couch with a heaviness in your movements.

'At least I still have privacy in my own head.' The thought was less comforting than you intended, and you buried your face in your hands, elbows propped on your knees. For a fleeting moment, your worry dissolved, replaced by memories of your old friends.

You got up from the couch, slipping on your shoes. Grabbing your keys and jacket, you turned off the lights and stepped out of your apartment. Your phone stayed behind on the counter.

Nearly twenty minutes later, you arrived at D&D Motorcycles. A faint smile curled on your lips as you peered through the glass window. Inside, a man crouched in front of a motorcycle, his black hair tied back into a ponytail, the sides of his head cleanly shaved. His back was turned to the window, completely absorbed in his work.

Pushing the door open, you stepped into the shop, the soft jingle of bells signaling your entrance.

The man glanced over his shoulder. "Good day, how may I-"

His words faltered as his black eyes widened in recognition. Turning fully to face you, he rose from his crouching position.

"Draken," you murmured, his name barely above a whisper as you stared at the tall figure in front of you. His expression one of shock.

Draken's gaze swept over you, analyzing your appearance with a mixture of disbelief and relief. He took slow, steps toward you, taking off his gloves. Then, without a word, he pulled you into a firm embrace.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around his torso, and you pressed your face into his chest.

You let out a shaky breath, staying tucked in his embrace, seeking comfort in him.

Draken had always been like a big brother to you. To see you now, worn out and exhausted but still alive, stirred a mix of concern and relief in him.

"Where have you been?" he asked quietly, his tone hovering between anger and relief, making it impossible to tell which one it is. "You changed your number, your place... What happened?"

For a moment, you didn't respond. But as he gently pulled back, his hands resting on your shoulders to get a proper look at your face, you knew you couldn't avoid it.

Quickly, you wiped away the tears that threatened to spill and looked up at him. "I don't know if I can tell you," you admitted softly, guilt weighing on every word. "But... I'm sorry."

"Or no, I can't tell you here, I can't tell you everything" you continued, your voice low but steady.

Draken's brows furrowed deeply, concern etched into his features. He let out a sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly before he gave a small nod. "Alright. I'll call Inui and ask him to take over for today," he said firmly.

You nodded, your hands still clutching the fabric of his clothes as if letting go would cause you to collapse. Draken glanced down at your hands briefly, his concern growing, but he didn't comment. Instead, he pulled out his phone, already dialing as he kept you close.

Time skip, and now you found yourself in Draken's apartment. 

He was in the kitchen, preparing tea, while you sat on the couch in the living room. Your gaze drifted to a picture on the shelf, your eyes lingering on the image of a certain girl. 

Emma.

Her long, honey-blonde hair framed her face, and her yellow eyes sparkled with warmth. A sweet smile adorned her lips, a kindness that felt both comforting and bittersweet. 

Maybe in another universe, you're married to Draken and have a family with him, you thought, ache pulling at your chest. 

The sound of cups clinking against the coffee table broke through your thoughts. You blinked and looked down to see two steaming mugs resting in front of you. The couch dipped slightly as Draken sat beside you, his quiet presence grounding. 

"You looked lost in thought," he stated, his deep voice calm.

"I did?" you mumbled, more to yourself than him. It wasn't a question you expected an answer to, and the room settled into silence, save for the ticking of the clock marking each passing second. 

Draken exhaled heavily, leaning back against the couch, his arms resting loosely at his sides. "How's life been treating you?" 

"Terrible."
 

He glanced at you. The black jacket you still wore made your shoulders appear broader, and the hood pulled over your head shadowed your face. You sat forward, your elbows resting on your thighs, your gaze fixed on the swirling steam rising from the mug in front of you. 

"It's been nearly two years. I know. You're mad at me," you said flatly, not looking at him, simply stating the obvious. 

"Damn right I am." His voice was firm, followed by an audible sigh. You could tell by the sound he'd probably run his hands down his face in frustration. "I thought you were dead." 

Finally, you turned your head slightly, glancing over your shoulder at him. He was hunched forward, his face hidden in his hands. Slowly, you pushed your hood down, the fabric slipping off your head, and you shrugged out of your jacket. 

"I'm glad to see you alive," he said quietly after a long pause, the weight of his words lingering in the air. 

The silence that followed was thick, uncomfortable, but you knew it couldn't last. 

His next question cut through the quiet like a blade, and your chest tightened as anxiety started to coil within you.

"You work for Bonten, don't you?"