Hanma Shuji x Reader [Tokyo Revengers +18]

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"So there's no reason for you to start a fight with them" I said after explaining to Mitsuya everything that had happened during these few days I had been held captive with Hanma's henchmen. 

Right after I was let go, I immediately went home. It felt somewhat surreal, not just the fact that I had been actually kidnapped but the fact that I also was allowed to just leave like that. It was difficult to process, these days; and what I needed the most was just to be in the comfort of my apartment. But also, I really wanted to take a better look at the light wounds I had because of Hanma's mistreatment. And it was in fact that, to treat myself, what allowed me time to think about what happened. So as soon as I was done I messaged Mitsuya to meet me and let him know I was alright. 

However, after I said those words to him and explained everything that happened Mitsuya just smiled calmly. 

"I'm glad to see you're fine, but (Y/n), you were only an excuse" he said sweatdropping a little"We had wanted to fight Hanma's gang since long ago" he added, making me blink and for some reason making me freeze.

"But," I said, heating up quickly at the realization that I really didn't have anything else to say or excuse for them not to fight "Don't you think it's a little rushed? I think it'd be better to wait and plan things more"

"Not at all," he just answered "Now that you told me their members are wounded this is the best moment" he said with a bigger and soft smile, turning around to leave as he had already made sure I was in fact okay. 

I, on the other hand, stayed there, watching him leave as this uneasy feeling grew on me. I bit my lip, realizing I had indeed told them that Hanma's men weren't in the best shape as I had been the one to patch them up. That led me to think about Hanma, and most specifically the stab wounds I just sewed that same day because I knew for a fact that if he was to fight tomorrow they would re-open. Damn, there was a chance of them opening even if he didn't fight and just didn't rest, which again, would most likely be the case. Not to talk about the fact that they would most likely lose against Toman now that I had unintentionally given them intel. 

The more I thought about it the worst and more guilty I felt, to the point where I just couldn't even fall asleep. Surely the fact that my mind constantly replayed these weird days didn't help either, but it in fact made me feel even worse. To know that the people that had been around me, and the people I had helped, would just get severely beaten up in the best of cases. 

So I sat there, on my bed, watching the moon get upper and upper in the sky while I held my phone trying to decide. Until I did and called the police. At that moment I thought it was the best course of action, they would show up on the place by the time I heard the members talk about, and they would stop the fight or make everyone run away ultimately making both gangs be unharmed. But of course, I really didn't think of any further consequences. Perhaps, if I had I wouldn't have called. And if I hadn't called I would have been able to go back to my normal life. But I didn't, I decided to try and save both gangs, and that was what made sentenced me.

That day, after what should have been the fight, I was once again pulled into a van. And somehow, even though the last time I was kidnapped I wasn't treated well, this time I was handled even rougher. And if last time I wasn't much surprised by my kidnapper's identity, this time I was even less surprised. Confused, maybe. But it definitely wasn't shocking to see Hanma again. 

As soon as I stepped into the building, or well, was forced to step into it, I was broken free from any ties I had. But I wasn't let completely free as two ripped men pulled me from my clothes and arms forcefully. Yet although I tried to keep up with them, their roughness was still enough to make their grips hurt. And while I was pulled towards that same office I had spent a fair amount of days, I couldn't help but see the eyes of the gang members on me that although were full of hate like last time, it was a different kind of hate. Harsher.  

Finally, I was pushed onto Hanma's office. I fell onto my knees and hands, and the door was loudly shut behind me. I looked up, seeing that there wasn't anyone else in the room besides Hanma and me. I started to feel unsettled when I saw Hanma's expression. I had been punched, kicked, and burned by his hands, yet he seemed so mad, that I found myself slightly shrinking as soon as I stood up. He finally looked at me, and I gulped.

"Choose" he said, getting closer to me with a bare glint of a smile and full-wide crazy eyes, clearly completely resentful "Face, or stomach?"

"F-face?" I hesitated, and as soon as I finished the word, any oxygen I had in me was taken away with a punch right to the pit of my stomach. It bent me over before I fell on my knees trying desperately to gasp for air.

"You called the fucking police on us," he said, enraged yet with a crazy smile that showed his sadistic tendencies and the desire he had to take them out on me. I tried to say something but I still had little to no air, and it was even worse after he kicked me so hard in the stomach again that my whole body hit the wall and door behind me with a thump.

"Y-you were still hurt" I managed to stutter with an ugly cough, making his kicks stop for a second "You would have lost" I said, but was shut up with another punch that pushed me to the floor again. I looked up to him, disoriented and eyes half-closed from the pain in my stomach, back, head, and face. But the state I saw him in only made me feel worse. He was smiling widely, completely gone and psychotic, covering half of his face with his 'punishment' hand as he shouted at me before kicking me even angrier.

"Lose?! I'm stronger than Mikey!"He shouted, kicking me more the more bothered and gone he was.

He kept punching me and kicking me against the wall and floor, to the point where even everyone outside just remained in silence, listening and flinching to the beating I was receiving inside the office. 

The pain was so much, so weird to me, that it got to a point where I didn't even feel his fists colliding against me. The pain just eclipsed anything else, so much that each time I breathed in I felt like I would throw up or spit blood. Blood that I had been tasting for a while. It burned. Damn, I didn't even know if I still had all of my teeth intact, would be a miracle if I did. And even if I didn't, I wouldn't have noticed anyway. 

"I'll help you" I muttered with a thin thread of voice when he stopped for a minute to light up a cigarette. I immediately started coughing after talking, spitting some blood as everything around me span, making me dizzy. Even saying those few words felt like a huge effort right now. He turned to me, no trace of sadistic smiles, that phase long gone. Now he just seemed annoyed and bothered. But he didn't say anything. I tried to kneel and stand up, but it was currently impossible. My stomach and bloody face hurt too much "I-I'm sorry. I'll be your doctor" I said, coughing pitifully some more and still slightly shivering from the shock and pain in my body.

I was suddenly pulled up by my collar, the movement too fast to let me realize quickly what was happening.

"That's more like it," he said with a smile as if nothing had happened, and then he threw me again. Although this time I fell onto that stained couch. 

I coughed again, sitting there as I tried to regain my breath. And after a couple of minutes, I was lifted by my chin. I looked up and there he was, cigarette dangling onto his lips that now were curved into a smile. His eyes seemed slightly softer as he rubbed my face with a wet towel. He wasn't soft at all while cleaning the mess he had done with my face, but compared to his punches, it felt as if he was extremely delicate.