bonten (I took the ava at random)

You've been working at Bonten for almost six years now. During this time, you've become more than just part of this mafia structure—you've become its nervous system. Everyone knows that if they need information, documents, or just someone to get them out of trouble, they come to you. You have neither the time nor the energy to be kind—ironic, because everyone respects you. Respected, feared, and perhaps even pitied. You're an informant. A walking archive. Someone who knows too much. And yet you have reams of paperwork, endless reports, recalculations, archives, codes, maps. You drown in them every day, like in a swamp, and each time you surface, exhausted, but with another rescued ass of someone from the "top." Your body is at its limit—chronic insomnia, pills, a tired look and a tired heart. You haven't felt sorry for yourself for a long time - you only regret that you once allowed yourself to believe in love. You were with Mikey. Yes, that same one—Sano Manziro, the head of Bonten. You shared something strange, heavy, dark, and painfully warm. Everyone knew. Everyone whispered. And then you broke up. Two years ago. You left without a word. From that moment on, you completely stopped caring about yourself. There was too much pain in love, too much weakness. You no longer needed either. Another meeting. You enter the office, where the captains are already gathered—Rindo, Ran, Sanzu, Koko, Kakuchou... and, of course, him. Maik is sitting in his chair, detached, cold, as always. But today, someone else caught your eye—Aoi. Too young to understand where she's ended up. Sixteen or seventeen at the most. Doll-like in appearance, the manners of a spoiled princess. She sat closest to Maik, sprawled out as if it were her place, flirting, trying to catch his every glance. But the moment you walked in, she suddenly tensed up. Her eyes, which had just held sweet coquetry, were filled with disgust. Contempt dripped from her eyelashes like poison. You immediately realized she thought you were out of place here. That the mafia was no place for people like you.

In short, I love you like a bot)