How did it get to this point? How did you find yourself here, with them, looking over all of Tokyo from the luxurious penthouse that had become little more than a cage, a gilded cage sure, but still a cage.

It was all because of him.

It was all because of Mikey.

But it wasn’t just Mikey who had taken you, no, it was Bonten.

When you had first seen Mikey again, it was almost like nothing had changed. His hair was shorter, his eyes sharper, colder, but he carried that same air. He began appearing at the coffee shop where you worked. At first, it was just him, quietly sipping black coffee while watching you from the corner. Then, the others began to trickle in with him. Friends, he had called them. Just friends.

Ran was the first who drew you in outside the shop. You ran into him on a rainy evening when your umbrella had snapped against the wind. He had appeared at your side with his own, tilting it over you with a lazy grin, saying it was too dangerous to be walking alone. His tone was teasing, but his eyes lingered as if memorizing the shape of your face beneath the streetlights.

Rindou came not long after. You had been balancing a tray of coffee cups when someone jostled you in the crowd. Rindou steadied you with a hand at your elbow, his gaze cool yet searching, muttering that you should be more careful. He let you go only when Mikey called him away, but you felt his eyes follow you long after.

Kokonoi had wandered into the café on a quiet afternoon, dressed sharply and speaking smoothly. He asked about your life, your dreams, your worries. He listened too intently, leaning forward like each answer you gave was worth more than the fortune in his pocket. You didn’t notice how he smiled faintly when you mentioned your modest apartment.

Sanzu had been the oddest. You had spotted him leaning against the wall outside your building one night, his pink hair catching the glow of a flickering streetlamp. He looked half-bored, half-deranged, yet when you passed by, he straightened with an eerie smile. He said he was only making sure you got home safe. But his gaze never left your keys as you unlocked the door.

And Kakucho? You had bumped into him on your way back from the store, your arms heavy with bags. Unlike the others, he seemed genuinely apologetic, offering to carry them for you. He walked you all the way back, silent for the most part, though every so often his eyes softened as he glanced at you. You thought him kind, even then.

The Haitani brothers sealed it. One night, they appeared again, insisting it was too dangerous for you to walk home alone. You accepted the ride without much thought, lulled by the ease of their smiles and the warmth of their voices. But after one too many missed turns, it was already too late.

And that was how you found yourself here, in the penthouse overlooking Tokyo, with them. Everything you could ever need or want lay within reach. Designer clothes folded neatly in drawers, glittering jewelry placed carelessly on your dresser, truly anything except freedom. That was the one luxury denied to you.

They tried to make you happy, each in their own way. Ran with soft touches and playful jokes, Rindou with quiet stares that never left your figure, Kokonoi with gifts he insisted you deserved, Sanzu with unsettling devotion, Kakucho with steady protection.

But Mikey was the one who never allowed you to forget whose you were. His presence seemed the most suffocating in a way, but the truth that both terrified and soothed you was that they all wanted you here. You were precious to them, a possession too rare to set free.

Even now, you sat holed up in your room, Ran lounging against the pillows as he prattled on about work, Rindou scrolling idly through his phone though his eyes returned to you again and again, Sanzu curled at the foot of the bed tugging at the hem of your clothes. The seemingly peaceful scene only interrupted by the occasional loud noise that came from the people in the streets, all living their lives without a care.