i love to imagine dabi being in a relationship/situationship/whatever he wants to call it with someone who owns a cat. and the cat fucking hates him at first, hisses at him and starts throwing paws when he gets too close. he assumes itโs because of his appearance, and people being put off by his face is nothing new so it really shouldnโt bother him that much. but he has beef with this cat. genuinely believes thereโs a demon inside and youโve yet to find the zipper.
but obviously you think your cat is a sweet baby angel who could do no wrong! so now heโs beefing and competing with this cat. when youโre lounging on the couch together and itโs looking up at him with those giant evil eyes he canโt help but throw him a smug look, like โyeah i took your place, eat shitโ. doesnโt feel a drop of guilt when the cat is silently begging for a crumb of human food while you eat the take out he brought over. might even pretend heโs going to give it a bite when thereโs really nothing in his hand, heโs so mean ๐ญ
but itโs fine bc sometimes when youโre napping together the cat will purposely sit on his chest and smack him in the face. or sometimes dabiโll come over after a long day of thinking about all the things he wants to do to you that night. and things are getting hot and heavy, your shirts are off, heโs ready and then โ meow! your cat is scratching at the door like itโs on a mission so of course you have to check on your baby. and by the time youโre back the mood has been absolutely ruined and dabiโs considering testing the nine lives theory.
but sometimes you have to go live your civilian life while dabi has a day off from doing criminal activities. and it leaves him and his mortal enemy all alone together. you know that despite being a literal murderer dabi would never actually harm your cat. whether itโs bc of the little remaining good in his heart or bc he knows youโd never forgive him is debatable, but at least you know youโre not going to come home to a pile of ashes brushed into the litter box. what you donโt expect to see is your cat curled comfortably on his chest. when he wakes up from his nap dabi insists it was just a fluke, a moment of weakness โ but it starts becoming a regular thing. and eventually heโs bringing little trinkets home for the cat to play with, and heโs going out of his way to put food in his bowl. theyโre suddenly besties ๐ค
You remembered it being one of the first things out of Diceโs mouth when you shared a drink with him, raising an eyebrow at his straight-forwardness but not worrying about it. You werenโt exactly thinking he was prize boyfriend material all things considered, you had watched him bet his underwear on a game of marbles, but he was good-looking enough that youโd ignore that little red flag. Just having a casual adult relationship with a dude very willing to fuck you didnโt seem like itโd be so bad, some stress relief for you, you donโt know what he got out of him because you refused to pay him for sex (but you didnโt mind buying him a drink or two beforehand).
So when, exactly, did that end up with him in your kitchen scrubbing dishes while you were at work?
Ramuda and Gentaro were lounging on your couch, watching with amused expressions as Dice focused on the task at hand with a surprising amount of dedication. They certainly had never thought theyโd see the day where Dice would even be inside a home as nice as this, let alone doing things to actually maintain it. They knew he had been seeing someone but Dice hadnโt given many details on you, seeming content to let it remain a mystery until he absolutely had to introduce you to them. They hadnโt pushed because they thought you were a flight of fancy but it seemed even Dice could commit if his heart was really invested in it (and there were some people patient enough to deal with his addiction).
โMy, my, I never thought weโd see the day our Dice became domesticated.โ Gentaro hid his smile behind the book heโd found on your coffee table, deciding in that moment that you were far too intelligent for the likes of Dice. Perhaps this really was a case of opposites attractโฆ
โYou make such a good wife, Dice!โ Ramuda jeered, giving him his best innocent grin.
Dice wanted to argue back but instead just scowled in their direction, telling them to get out if all they planned on doing was making fun of him. He hated doing the dishes but he had promised you that the kitchen would be sparkling before you came home from work that day, knowing you had been miserable about having no time to deep clean it yourself. He didnโt like seeing you unhappy so even if it was something he hated, he would do it just to give you some relief. You had been nice enough to let him sleep on your couch before you were together and now that you were dating, he had been given the upgrade to bed without having to pay a cent. The least he could do was help you out in little ways that made your life easier, or that was the logic he used.
Youโre pleased when you come home from work that night, a smile on your face when you see the sink was full. Sometimes he forgot to do the chores but he always seemed to hone in on when you really needed something done for the sake of your sanity. It made you think about the fact you really were lucky that he wasnโt everything that you thought he was at first glance, finding someone who had his own moral code to follow even if he was still a bit of an oddball.
โRemember when you told me relationships werenโt your thing?โ You teased, laying your legs across his lap as you sat beside him on the couch. โOh, how the times have changedโฆ my little housewife.โ
Dice couldโve gone his entire life without you meeting his teammates, but you had arrived home before he could shoo them out. At least you were alone now. ย
โRelationships arenโt my thing, but you are.โ Dice nuzzled your cheek affectionately, seeking out the love he had grown used to; it wasnโt smothering or annoying to deal with, it felt so natural that he didnโt know why he avoided this like the plague before you. Though he knew in the long run that you were the only reason he felt this way, any other personโฆ They just werenโt special like you were.
โHow cute. When did you get so cute?โ You pressed kisses to his face, โHow do you think your friends would feel if they saw you acting like this?โ
โDonโt care,โ Dice grumbled out, moving your legs from his lap so he could push you down and lay his head on your chest. โWho cares what those guys have to say anywayโฆโ
You patted his head lovingly, simply laughing in response to his statement.
i hate it when it feels like a character has been designed specifically for me to like them . because then i do like them and it feels like i walked straight into their trap
I just know Rindouโs favorite band is Pierce The Veil. donโt ask me why, I just know. Million Dollar Houses is his favorite song. He would absolutely love the banger they just dropped ( Pass The Nirvana ) too and go HAM about how it just feels heavy. he felt that shit in his bones and had to sit for a minute to take it all in. they have a song for everything so he knows he can rely on them during whatever mood heโs feeling and vibe with it
summary: you would do anything for each other, even if that means running away from Bontenโs enemies.
warnings: comfort, fluff, mentions of murder and suicide
wc: 1k
notes: reblogs are appreciated! pls tell me if there are any typos
Haitani Rindou finally understood what it meant to live with fear the moment Sano Manjiroโs death led to one of the worst events in Bontenโs history.
Its ruin.
Ever since Mikey killed himself and Bontenโs number 2 took the lead of the organization, Bontenโs enemies started to go after the executives after seeing that they didnโt have the situation in control. Sanzu Haruchiyo was more focused on mourning Mikeyโs death and being on his own head than solving this whole situation, and he refused to let kakucho do something about it, saying that Mikey gave him this position because he wanted Sanzu to lead Bonten after him.
Other gangs werenโt as scared of them as before, and it was only a matter of time until the police could gather more information about the organization. The last straw was when Mochizuki Kanji and his wife were found brutally murdered in their apartment this morning. From that moment, all Rindou could think about was that it could have been you and him instead of Mochi and his wife.
Rindou knew that his time was counted, but that meant that your time was counted as well, and that was what scared Rindou the most.
featuring โฎ ran haitani. haruchiyo sanzu. rindou haitani.
casually, RAN spun in his seat as the papers that required his attention piled on his desk. his assistant watched the executive from across the room, her eyes narrowing onto the clear bored expression that settled on his features and she didnโt hesitate to saunter to his table.
rindou's been awake for no more than thirty seconds but he can tellโsomething's off. there was no dip in the mattress beside him. your warmth was absent from his hold. he couldn't smell your shampoo, couldn't feel the plush of your skin beneath his fingers. your spot was empty and cold. you were gone.
he shot up into a sitting position, fingernails digging into the threads of the sheets, strands of lavender hair sticking to the beads of sweat on his forehead. the sudden jolt sent a piercing throb through his skull.
"ah, fucking hell." he cursed, a hand coming up to hold his head. he squeezed his eyes shut and snarled at the uncomfortable sensation. every pound that struck his cranium was heavy and loud as if they were beats of a drum. why was his head throbbing?
"are you okay?"
soles of slippers dragged against the carpet, the soft sound accompanying that of your voice. it was loud enough for rindou to hear but quiet enough so as to not aggravate his ailment. his pulsating headache persisted but hearing your voice gave him a different sense of relief.
"where'd you go?" he ignored your question, choosing to ask one of his own. rindou dragged his eyes up from his lap to meet yours.
"the store," you waved the plastic bag out in front of you as you made your way to join him on the bed. stepping out of your slippers, you took a seat on the mattress at rindou's feet, tucking your own beneath your thighs so you were sitting cross-legged. "had to pick up a few things."
"i told you that i don't like you leaving without telling me."
his statement came off as possessive and overbearing, but you knew that it was far from itโin fact, you considered it to be the opposite. though it may not seem like it to outsiders, rindou's insistence on knowing where you were at all times stemmed from a place of love; it was his way of protecting you. your known association with rindou made you a target for enemies of bontenโand they had plenty. he worried for your safety and in an attempt to not bombard you with security details, rindou's one ask was that you keep him informed on where you travel without him.
"would you rather i have waken you up?" you asked, picking out the items from the bag and setting them beside you. you hadn't planned on going to the store but it was clear that you needed to pick up a few things, all of which were for rindou. pain relievers, a green smoothie, and honey graham crackers because you knew he preferred them over the saltine ones.
"yes, actually." he ran a hand over his forehead to brush all of the hair pasted there away.
you smiled at his bluntness. in the time you had been with rindou, you had grown familiar with his direct way of speaking; you'd even go as far to say that you enjoyed it. you never had to wonder what was on his mind when he spoke so freely.
your nimble fingers worked at opening the cardboard box housing the crackers. you grabbed a sleeve, tearing the plastic and carefully pulling out one of the brown rectangles. you held it out to rindou as a form of apology. "i'm sorry. i just thought you could use all the sleep you could get after last night."
"about that," he spoke, accepting the snack from your hand. he took a bite from the corner. crumbs fell from his mouth down to the sheet covering his legs but he couldn't be bothered to clean up the mess. "what exactly did i get into?"
rindou was having a hard time recollecting the events of the previous night. if you asked him how he spent the rest of his day after work, he wouldn't be able to tell you much. one thing he was sure of, though, was that he and most of the executives of bonten went out to celebrate a successful arms deal. everything after that was fuzzy.
"mm," you hummed, stealing one of the crackers to take for yourself. you mimicked his actions, biting a small piece off from the corner and chewing thoughtfully. "i'm not too sure. ran called me saying that you were drunk off your ass and kept asking for me. so i went and picked you up from the bar."
he swallowed thickly, your words sparking recognition within him. most of it was still unclear, but rindou could piece together a vague picture.
"c'mon, rindou, don't be a pussy." sanzu sang from across the man while holding out another shot.
he ignored the glass, opting to flick his pink-haired associate off instead.
"what's the matter? you lost your touch or something?" koko spoke up from beside him, throwing back a shot of his own. a grin pulled at his lips as he narrowly eyed rindou.
rindou scoffed, practically snatching the drink from sanzu and taking it down in one motion. he turned to koko with a smirk of his own. "fuck you."
the seemingly never-ending drinks continued to pile on for the remainder of the night. rindou prided himself in having a heavy tolerance, and he did for the most part, but as memories of him calling out for you flooded his brain, it was clear that he had overdone it. not once before last night could he recall a time when he'd gotten so drunk that he was virtually begging to see you.
your lips curled upward at his silence. it wasn't often that you found yourself in a position where you held something over his head. after the events of last night and his uncharacteristic behavior, it would be a waste not to poke some fun at him.
"y'know," you started, reaching for the pack of hangover relief pills. "i could barely drive home because you kept trying to climb over the console."
a smirk lingered on your lips as you tore open the small package and shook the medicine out into your hand. you hummed and pointed to rindou's closed fist resting on his thigh. he caught on quickly, turning his hand over to receive your offer. the tablets dropped from your fingers into his open palm.
"i didn't do that." rindou denied, tossing the pills into his mouth and promptly swallowing. his throat was parched and he wanted to blame it on the fact that he had just taken pills without water but in reality, it was because the information resurfacing was difficult for him to believe.
"okay, maybe that was an exaggeration," you laughed. his adamant rejection of your claim only made you want to tease him even more. "but you're totally a clingy drunk."
lilac eyebrows furrowed as rindou thought back to the ride home from the bar.
"rin, cut it out or i'll crash the car." you quickly slapped his wandering hand away before returning yours to the steering wheel.
a loud, whiney groan filled the otherwise silence of the car. "why don't you want to hold my hand?" you glanced over to see rindou's head rolling back and hitting the headrest of his seat. his eyes were squeezed shut but it was clear that he was frowning at your refusal of affection.
you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a giggle. was this the same stoic man you had come to know? it looked like a shot too much was all it took to turn him into a nearly unrecognizable and touchy variant of your boyfriend. "i do, but we have to do it when we get home. i have to drive now."
rindou turned to you with narrowed eyes but there was an uncontrollable grin of excitement tugging at his lips. "promise?" he asked.
you nodded. "i swear."
as if it weren't bad enough that you reminded him of that awkward conversation, rindou was beginning to piece together the moments afterward, specifically, when you pulled into the parking garage. if he looked down at his hand, he was sure he'd be able to feel the ironclad grip he had on you as soon as you two got out of the car. the thought sent a shiver down his spine.
"i am not clingy." he shook his head, partly to disagree with your words but also to rid himself of the embarrassing memories.
"hmm, maybe not." you played along although you had a clear recollection of last night. you figured his denial must have stemmed from a place of pride because if he had been in your shoes, if the roles were reversed, you were positive that he'd be pestering you about how handsy you had been.
"you're pretty dependent, though," you continued. there was one more interaction you were itching to bring up. "i'd even go as far as saying needy."
rindou fell back to lay on his pillow. he had a feeling your statement would mean more humiliation for him. despite that, he couldn't ignore the tiny bit of curiosity that nagged at him. "what's that supposed to mean?"
a knowing smile crept its way onto your lips as you crawled to sit beside him. amethyst eyes met yours, the brows above them raising in question. "you don't remember me having to brush your teeth?"
"open," you instructed rindou, poking his cheek with your index finger. he sat on the lid of the toilet, head lolling from side to side.
your simple direction went in one ear and out the other as rindou ignored your request. instead, he puckered his lips and leaned forward.
"we can do that later," you assured him, gently pushing him back into his former position. "say ah." you opened your mouth hoping that he would follow your example.
thankfully, he mimed your actions this time around. tipping his chin up, you began to brush his teeth. the process went smoother than the prep and the man stayed still as you cleaned each of his teeth.
"c'mon, time to spit."
you helped him up from his seat and led him to the sink. too busy turning on the faucet, you didn't notice rindou quickly approaching. his lips pressed to the side of your face in an open-mouthed kiss.
"rindou!" you pulled away, snatching the nearest towel to wipe the foam he left behind on your cheek and the corner of your mouth. he's going to be the death of me, you thought as you tossed the towel into the hamper. you spun on your heel to face your drunk mess of a boyfriend. "i said later."
"it was later." his words came out jumbled due to the toothpaste lingering in his mouth. the froth was starting to drip down to his chin.
you sighed. "just rinse, please."
rindou covered his face with his palms. his cheeks were burning hot; they must have been visibly red. he would have been better off remaining clueless about the previous night's activities.
"i'm never drinking again," he spoke through a groan.
"aw, i thought it was cute." you pulled his hands away and flashed him a smile. his rapidly beating heart calmed at the sight. "but you should probably set a limit for next time. you're kind of a handful."
he huffed out a laugh. based on everything he pieced together and your first-hand account, "handful" was an understatement. he didn't think it was possible for him to act in such a way but it seemed that even the inconceivable was achievable.
you patted rindou's shoulder. "you go shower while i make breakfast. unless you think you'll need my help in there, too." you jokingly wiggled your eyebrows.
he smirked. "are you offering?"
"god, you're shameless." your hand came down to playfully smack his bare chest. you jerked your head in the direction of the bathroom. "go."
you made a move to get off the bed and start toward the kitchen, but rindou caught your hand before you could leave. you looked at your joined hands and then to him. a glint of mischief passed through his wisteria eyes. "are you really going to make your clingy, needy, handful of a boyfriend shower all alone?"
the flustered rindou who might as well have been wishing the earth would swallow him whole only minutes ago was nowhere in sight. as cute as that unexpectedly soft and affectionate version of your boyfriend was, you'd be lying if you said you preferred it over the side you'd grown accustomed to.
"fine." you clicked your tongue. a beat of silence passed before you accusingly pointed your finger at him. "but i'm not doing all the work like last night."
rindou dropped your hand, opting to hold your cheek instead. "of course you aren't. i'm going to make it up to you."
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