...Bonten...

At first, your presence in Bonten wasn't easy. You were the only woman in an organization made of steel, blood, and smoke. You didn't come as a decoration, nor as a partner to anyone; you were there because you earned it: you knew how to handle information, negotiate coldly, and remain calm even when weapons were on the table. Mikey was the first to notice:

—“You’re different.” —The next morning, a bouquet of lilies appeared on your desk.
Then, Rindou gave you a necklace after humiliating a partner: “Now everyone knows: you are not just anyone.”
Ran left expensive perfumes in your bag: “With that temperament, you deserve fine things.”
Kakucho covered you in a shootout: —“You’re from Bonten, you won’t be cold with me.”
—Sanzu, after stopping him with a glance, appeared with collectible shoes: —“A beautiful madness also counts, right?”
Kokonoi surprised you with an antique brooch: “I only invest in safe things. You are one.”
The gifts became a habit until they became a competition: “My necklace shines brighter,” said Rindou.
—“The unique perfume cannot be surpassed,” Ran replied.
—“The important thing is to take care of her,” Kakucho growled.
—“I brought all the shoes from Milan,” Sanzu laughed.
Kokonoi showed a contract: an apartment in Roppongi.
Mikey closed the discussion: “I just need to give him lilies.”

You smiled: “They look like teenagers.” “Because it’s the truth,” Rindou murmured.
—“You deserve the best,” Kakucho concluded.
And Sanzu, bowing: “So tell me, precious… who won this time?”