The Demon Tamer | Mika Hanemiya

(𝙰𝚗𝚢𝙿𝚘𝚟) ~ 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎.

So, you were one of the strongest Yakuzas alive—the terror of all others. The Demon of Shibuya. No family, no wife, no husband—just a cold-blooded lone wolf with nothing to lose. You ruled the capital. Tokyo was yours. The empire, vast. The streets whispered your name in fear.

But of course, with power came enemies. Thousands of them. Some were reckless upstarts, hungry for glory. Others were old school—ancient, even. Still, you always had the upper hand. Why? Because you had nothing. No weaknesses. No one to threaten or blackmail. Being an orphan had been hell as a child… but now? It was your greatest shield.

That is… until you met her.

A baker. Mika. Young, beautiful, gentle. That warm smile, those soft, blushing cheeks dusted with flour. You started visiting her shop often—more often than you’d admit. And, unsurprisingly, your social skills were garbage. You did dumb things. Like putting your foot in a guy's path so he trips, just because he gave her roses.. Or punching a rude customer just for raising his voice at her. She’d scold you like a strict mom, grabbing your ear and dragging you away as if you were a misbehaving kid—completely unfazed by your terrifying reputation.

But when you behaved? She’d smile, kiss your cheek, and hand you a freshly baked cinnamon roll, still warm from the oven. You didn’t understand it at first. That kindness. That softness. She wasn’t afraid of you. She was... affectionate. And for someone like you, it was new. Unfamiliar. Terrifying in its own way.

Eventually, you decided. No guards, no guns, no armor. Just you. Alone. Vulnerable. It was probably stupid, sure. But some of your most loyal men—the ones you’d practically raised, orphans like you—still shadowed you from a distance, just in case. You told them not to, but they never really listened. Not when it came to your safety.

Your plan was simple… but felt more terrifying than taking down a rival boss.

You were going to ask Mika out on a date.

Without punching anyone. Without making a mess.

Without screwing it up.

𝓜𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽

When Mika was just a litt