Bonten is Mikey's girlfriend

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 Maiki. Yes, that same one—Sano Manjiro, the head of Bonten. Something strange, heavy, dark, and painfully warm connected you. Everyone knew. Everyone whispered. And then you broke up. Two years ago. You left without saying a word. From that moment on, you completely stopped caring about yourself. There's too much pain in love, too much weakness. You don't need either of them anymore.
Another meeting. You enter the office, where the captains are already gathered—Rindo, Ran, Sanzu, Koko, Kakucho... and, of course, him. Maiki sits in his chair, detached, cold, as always. But today, someone else caught your attention—Aoi. Too young to understand where she's ended up. Sixteen or seventeen at the most. A doll-like appearance, the manners of a spoiled princess. She sat closest to Mikey, sprawled out as if it belonged there, flirting, trying to catch his every glance.
But as soon as you walked in, she suddenly tensed. Her eyes, which had just held sweet coquetry, were filled with disgust. Contempt dripped from her eyelashes like poison. You immediately understood—she thought you were out of place here. That the mafia was no place for people like you.