What else is there to fear other than a notorious criminal organization in Japan? Of course, none other than the one who could bring the Bonten executives on their knees.
Your image fairing as nothing but a cunning bar owner, not one soul knowing what lies behind your eye-patch, whether your eye says the truth or not.
But what could be a better situation than playing as if you were being manipulated by Bonten, while YOU were the one who was actually manipulating them?
For how long will your lies go unnoticed?
If you have known earlier, you would've never brewed a coffee for them yourself.
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WARNINGS: R18, blood, gore, drugs, violence. Read at your own risk.
NOTE: This is a self-indulgent fic!! Just means /I/ would be giving /me/ everything I want
❗English isn't my mother language
❗+17
❗messy Grammar
❗Violence
❗Y/N !BOTTOM!
❗Old book( cringe)
"Perfect Timing" Y/N looked at his wristwatch and stepped in the place where he was about to meet Bonten.
"Why should we let you work for us?" Sanzu asked pointing a gun at Y/N.
"Because...."
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Y/N is a perfectionist.
A man with 27 years old, trying to find a good job.
He had a lot of chances to get a good job with good salary, but... He took so long to decide one.
After so long... He chooses to work for Bonten?
He is confident af about everything he does and never regrets even if it turns bad.
I don't own Tokyo Revengers, I just write the fanfick :v