the smell of cigarettes, sex, and alcohol lingered in the suite as music softly played in the background.

sitting in front of a table was a pink-haired man who was busy making fine, white lines of coke using his black card.

sanzu haruchiyo, bonten's number two.

he had just finished his way with a prostitute whom he had met at a club just a couple blocks down his building.

the man wasn't usually the type to take a girl back to his place. it was usually them taking him to their homes or right there in the club- but he was desperate and the chick's house was an hour away from the club.

did it stop him from sending her home after sex though? not at all.

which leaves him alone in his apartment, snorting coke at twelve in the morning.

he tilted his head back, waiting for the effects to take place as he glanced at his ceiling, (h/c) colored locks blocking his vision as he shuffled his hair.

when asked about soulmates, sanzu would give them a generic answer- they're a waste of time and money.

as expected of a man who's part of a criminal organization.

in reality, he was kinda scared to admit that he was, indeed, nervous about the thought of having a soulmate.

who would like their soulmate to be a coke-snorting, cold-blooded murderer and many more to be their partner for life? not to mention that the scars on either side of his lips tend to scare people away from him.

he absentmindedly took a few pieces of the (h/c) locks in between his fingers- sanzu tends to do that whenever he's overthinking or zoning out.

he wonders what his soulmate was like. he likes to believe that they're the complete opposite of him. a kind, young woman who's hardworking and innocent. someone who has no blood to their name and someone with no tainted legacy.

does she like flowers? if so then what kind?
does she has a job? what is it? do they pay her right?

it really doesn't matter to sanzu what his soulmate is like- he just tends to think the opposite of him to make himself feel bad, a really bad habit of his that really needs to stop.

he snapped out of his say dreaming as he combed his hair back, preparing for another round of snorting when his phone went off.

haitani ran

ran? what did the old fucker want at this time in the evening?

deciding to answer the thirty-two-year-old man, he grumbled as he stood up from his coke-covered desk and wandered to the window wall where he overlooked the entirety of tokyo.

"whaddya need?" he grumbled, eyes flickering along with the lights below him.

"you free this saturday?" the man asked, making sanzu ponder for a moment.

"why? something you need to do?"

"it's my sister's twenieth birthday, it's on saturday." his brows rose to this. he never knew that the infamous haitani brothers had a sister.

"you guys have a sister?" sanzu laughed at this, he can hear the older sibling grumble in the other line.

"that's not the point you fucker. are you able to come?"

"why? am i invited?"

"yeah. my sister wanted the entire bonten executives to be there. she even asked if i could invite mikey."

now sanzu was intrigued. bonten was known all throughout japan to be a notorious criminal gang. having two for brothers was enough- but wanting to invite the entire executive group?

"your sister sounds like a blast."

"are you coming or what?" he can sense the patience running thin on ran, making him laugh.

"send me the venue and details."

with that, the call ended. it wasn't even mere seconds after the call was finished when ran sent him a text of the venue, as well as the details and invitation.

haitani y/n's twentieth birthday.

he glanced at the details, humming to himself as he laid down on his messy bed. the siblings sure do know how to go overboard with their parties.

"a suit? really?" deciding to leave the gift shopping and suit shopping in the morning, he decided to call it a day.

not without thinking about a certain haitani sibling.

sanzu stood in front of a designer clothing shop in all his glory, eyes bored as his subordinates opened the door for him.

employees lined the entrance to welcome him, but he paid them no mind as he looked at suitable suits to wear this saturday.

sure he has tons of them, but he isn't going to show up wearing a shirt that was once covered in blood and alcohol to a birthday party.

"black? nah too plain. grey? who the fuck wears grey?"

he skimmed through the selections, mumbling to himself as he looked through the suits.

it wasn't until his blue eyes landed on a pale (f/c) pinstripe suit.

he took it off the rack and observed it, nodding in satisfaction as he let his subordinates hold it for him as he looked at dress shoes.

again, he is not showing up with shoes that were once covered in blood and maybe in shit- who knows.

choosing the shoes wasn't hard, he got simple black dress shoes to go with his suit.

he took a random card from his wallet and gave it to the cashier, who scanned and bagged his items.

"your total is 1,711,728 ¥."

sanzu simply nodded and waited for his card back, not wanting to argue when it's still 8 in the morning.

after getting his things and loading them in his bag, he decided to stop by chanel to look at possible birthday gifts.

he's somewhat familiar with what women want- money, bags, and him of course.

he took a random bag off a shelf that looked appealing to him and dropped it in the cash register.

sanzu slammed the same card from before to pay for the bag.

"your total is at 1,100,790 ¥."

he nodded again, not minding about spending money since he's got a lot of it.

he was so concentrated on how the woman was bagging his gift to even notice the piece of (h/c) lock on his hair light up for a moment.