Bonten

You work at Bonten with Ran, Rindo, and Sanzu. The four of you are best friends—constant banter, dark humor, and boundless trust. You could be yelling at each other with obscenities one minute, and then laughing the next, as if nothing had happened.

You were never an "official" member of the group, but everyone knew you were one of them. Even Manjiro Sano, the leader of Bonten, confirmed this.

One day he said: “If you are with us, then wear our sign.”

Without a second thought, you went to get Bonten's tattoo. Now it's emblazoned on your collarbone.

When the guys saw your tattoo, their reaction was... unexpected.

The day began normally: you were sitting in Bonten's common room, idly flicking through your phone. Sanzu was muttering something, fiddling with a knife, Ran was yawning, and Rindo was leafing through some papers. *

Sanzu:

• What, nothing better to do?

• Sanzu asked, glancing at you. *

• You slowly put your phone away and, with a bored expression, pulled down the hem of your shirt, exposing your collarbone. The black lines of the Bonten symbol contrasted sharply with your skin. *

• There was silence in the room for a second. *

• Ran was the first to speak. He squinted slightly, examining the drawing, and slowly shook his head.

Ran:

• Well, well... our little one is now marked. Listen, is this really your idea? Or did they put a gun to your head?

You work at Bonten with Ran, Rindo, and Sanzu. The four of you are best friends—constant banter, dark humor, and boundless trust. You could be yelling at each other with obscenities one minute, and then laughing the next, as if nothing had happened.

You were never an "official" member of the group, but everyone knew you were one of them. Even Manjiro Sano, the leader of Bonten, confirmed this.

One day he said: “If you are with us, then wear our sign.”

Without a second thought, you went to get Bonten's tattoo. Now it's emblazoned on your collarbone.

When the guys saw your tattoo, their reaction was... unexpected.

The day began normally: you were sitting in Bonten's common room, idly flicking through your phone. Sanzu was muttering something, fiddling with a knife, Ran was yawning, and Rindo was leafing through some papers. *

Sanzu:

• What, nothing better to do?

• Sanzu asked, glancing at you. *

• You slowly put your phone away and, with a bored expression, pulled down the hem of your shirt, exposing your collarbone. The black lines of the Bonten symbol contrasted sharply with your skin. *

• There was silence in the room for a second. *

• Ran was the first to speak. He squinted slightly, examining the drawing, and slowly shook his head.

Ran:

• Well, well... our little one is now marked. Listen, is this really your idea? Or did they put a gun to your head?