That gets on your fuckin nerves. Sometimes you wonder how you became friends with him. It’s like he spawned from mid air and you two just became friends🤷♀️
You always had the same classes together in school and he was always in trouble. Always. You’re surprised he was never expelled. He’s just suspended majority of the time and would come back as if he never got in trouble for beating some kid up in the hallway for looking at him wrong. Rindou also likes getting people in trouble by riling them up to yell insane profanities when the principal would walk by. He’s such a shitbag. A dreamy one. ✨
Clearly his most favorite person to bother is you with how much he distracts you in class when he’s bored out of his mind. You’d feel a tiny poke of a pencil behind your shoulder and he’d whisper:
“Move your big ass head I can’t see”
“How about you sit up instead of slouching, hump back”
This would always start the quiet bickering in the back of the classroom which always lead you both to getting in trouble for not paying attention to the lesson. Rindou laughs seeing how you glare at him, especially when he does that childish “ooooo” when you’re called to the main office. Or the times during gym class when he scares the shit out of you by randomly slam dunking a basketball right by you. Or the times he disturbs your beauty sleep by blasting a new track he made outside your window all because you weren’t answering his texts that were asking about what notes he missed when he was suspended. Rindou gives you a headache sometimes but he’s actually really sweet and smart. He has your back when someone bothers you and handles whoever decided to piss you off. He really does study the notes you give him, you can tell by how well he does on tests. And throughout all the years you’ve known him, he’s never crossed you. He just likes annoying your ass. 😭
Sometimes your girlfriends tease you about him, singing that stupid song from elementary school about kissing in a tree. You always said he’s just a friend. And he is. You and Rindou have never done anything more than what friends do at all. You two just come off closer to an outsider point of view but really, you’re normal friends that have looked out for each other. Even after you pinch the shit out of his ear for shaking your soda when you’re not looking so it can splash all over your face. You’re so comfortable with Rindou, you never saw him as more than a friend.
That is until he started talking about a girl he was interested in. You didn’t know why you felt bothered when he told you he started talkin with a girl. It made your heart sink as you realized what you were feeling. Jealousy. But you couldn’t show that. As a best friend, you supported him and feigned excitement for him. It’s not like he couldn’t pull girls. Rindou had hella girls swooning over him left and right and could have any of them if he wanted to. But he never did. You don’t know why.
Rindou’s reason: he’s always wanted you. Well not always. His feelings for you were confusing. He found himself in love with you some days then get scared and gaslight himself into thinking he’s only interested in you because you’re the only girl he really knows. It’d only work for a few hours though and soon enough he was right back to accepting he’s in love with you. But he never sensed that you felt the same way. He’s spoken to Ran about it and of course his big brother’s advice was to move on and not lose sleep over it. So, that’s what he did. Rindou just decided to click on a random girl’s name in his dms and respond to her, starting something new. It felt nice. The only downside to moving on from his crush on you was how he kept having dreams about dating you. It was like the universe was toying with him and it pissed him off.🙂↕️
She doesn’t like me like that. Why are these dreams coming now? He doesn’t understand.
Your nights have become quiet and it’s odd not having Rindou bother you at late hours. Now it was a blessing for you to not be jumpscared out of your sleep but you missed the way he would randomly appear at your place. As you rest in your bed, you start remembering the features you love about him. How beautiful his violet eyes are and his perfect his smile with those gorgeous white teeth. The way he leans back, rolling to his side when he’s having a really good laugh. The way he is so sweet to you when you need a good friend to listen to your words. You find that his intelligence (street wise and academically) is the most attractive to you and you love the way he’d look so focused during your study sessions. Sure Rindou has his many moments of getting on your damn nerves but he’s never actually made you upset. You giggle to yourself thinking about the recent events of your bickering. I’m screwed. You think to yourself. Screwed.🤦♀️
*Ding*
You pick up your phone and smile seeing Rindou’s name but the look on your face quickly drops reading his text.
featuring: rindou haitani x reader
notes: nothing but pure fluff, friends to lovers, and rindou learning how to decipher his own emotions
Summary: rindou discovering what love is and how the object of his affection happens to be you
Rindou couldn't explain how it all started or what it was about you made his feelings evolve into something more.
When he first met you, all he could say was that he felt indifferent and you seemed like every other person he ever met. You weren't a fighter apart from any gang, just a regular person who lived a life so different from his own. You didn't like violence nor could he say you were comfortable with seeing people getting hurt. It made sense to him why it was the way it was since you were essentially opposites with no chance of getting along.
It was like fate was mocking him by letting you two meet everywhere he went. Not only did he attend the same school as you - you were his classmate by complete chance, thus increasing the likelihood of him seeing you. All he could do was ignore you whenever you attempted to talk to him every morning before classes would start. Why? He didn’t know, but he also didn’t know why you were so nice to him either despite him ignoring you. He assumed at some point you would figure it out; maybe you did but chose to ignore it.
However, over time, he just couldn’t do it. You were nice and he could see it. He'd be an idiot to not see you were friendly because you genuinely wanted to be friends, and not someone approaching him with a hidden agenda. He already had enough of the unspoken competition between him and his brother. As much as he loved Ran, he grew tired of living in his shadow and just wanted to be his own person.
“Why do you even bother with me? You know I deliberately ignored you right?” He remembered asking you one day when you both were eating ice cream together.
You looked over at him in surprise “Huh? What do you mean?”
“Like trying to befriend me and whatnot. I’ve never seen anyone as insistent as you” He responded to you nonchalantly, though he would see you huffing in the corner of his eye. “Well excuse me for bothering you with my friendship”
Rindou snorted at the sound of you complaining “I’m not complaining now that I know you. It’s just…” he paused before looking down “I’m used to people approaching me because they need my strength, or they’re just using me as a means to get to Ran and I didn’t know where you were in all of that.”
He was being insecure. He knew he was in the way he was second-guessing his relationship with you. He also knew that saying it would sound as if he was accusing you; but at the same time, he wanted to protect the Rindou in the future; the Rindou who would end up getting hurt the most.
After a moment of silence, he looked over at you to see you in deep thought of yourself. He took that silence as admittance and it did ache him until you opened your mouth. “You know Rindou…I get where you’re coming from, I do. If I were in your place, I probably would be feeling the same way too.” You said with a shrug before you smiled at him, “Can’t speak for others; but for me and I’ll be real now; if I wanted to befriend Ran, I just would’ve done that already.” You continued, greatly emphasizing the ‘if’. “I don’t see why I’d have to get through you to be his friend. Seems like a very roundabout way of doing things if you ask me. I wanted to get to know you because you seemed like a nice guy”
Rindou frowned and scrunched his eyebrows. “You are aware I’m in a gang, right? Unless your standards are that low” to which you nudged his shoulder with a chuckle. “Oh shut it. You know what I mean. As much as I don’t like the whole gang scene, I do like talking to you. I don’t like your taste in music either but I do like the way you get so passionate over it.”
Rindou scoffed as he nudged you right back “And now you’re bashing my taste in music? Has anyone ever told you that you suck at comforting someone?” You rolled your eyes as you laughed at him. “I never claimed to be good at it”
“Clearly”
“Oi!” You huffed at him as you ate the remainder of your ice cream. “The point is, even though we don’t have too many things in common, I still consider you a good friend. You don’t mince words. When you’re happy about something, you genuinely are, and I appreciate that about you.” You said softly, eyes averting away from him. “I feel comfortable around you enough that I can just be myself. It’s usually so hard to have that with people, but it feels so easy around you because you don’t judge.”
“I mean I judge your taste in music”
“Rindou, shut the fuck up. I’m trying to have a moment with you here”
“You certainly became more foul after meeting me” Rindou chuckled, his heart feeling lighter. He never knew how you did it but you always had a way of getting him to smile. When he looked over at you to throw in another jab, he could see the back of your neck and ears red. Were you feeling embarrassed? He never noticed it before but at that moment, you felt cute to him, not that he would ever admit it.
Over the months of getting to know you, he started noticing things about you: your taste in fashion; food you didn’t like and tried to discard secretly, hoping no one would notice; your tells when you were put in situations you weren’t comfortable it. He didn’t know how he noticed it and made those connections in his head, but he did. He once ordered something for you before you could even tell him you wanted it. It was weird, and he didn’t know what it was but he brushed it off as knowing you well enough.
Then there were days when he would feel bitter. He didn’t know if it was directed at you, but he noticed the trend that it always seemed to occur when you happened to be around other people. It was weird to him. Since when did he start feeling bitter about you having other friends? He had friends of his own who had friends of their own but he couldn’t really recall having similar feelings around them, so why was that the case with you?
One day he accidentally stumbled across someone confessing their feelings towards you, and seeing you getting flustered over it. From what normally should’ve been a situation where he would use it as leverage to tease you, he could only feel bitterness grow as he stormed off. Rindou chose to pretend like it never happened as he never once brought it up to you, so he never knew whether or not you were already dating that person.
It was until one day when you had awkwardly brought it up to him during lunch, as you laughed about it, a blush showing clearly across your face.“So are you dating that person now or what?” Rindou asked with an attempt to sound indifferent, trying to mask that bitterness festering again in him. “Oh no, I rejected them. While I did feel guilty, I just don’t see myself dating someone I don’t like.” Rindou’s ears perked up at your words as his heart once again felt lighter. “Oh really? That’s a shame” he responded, this time unable to hide a grin from his face.
He didn’t know what those feelings were anymore. Was it only because he considers you as a friend or was it something else entirely? He remembered asking Ran one night, who only laughed at him and told him he’d figure it out eventually. Certainly no help there in giving him answers.
Heading into the cooler months, as the seasons changed from summer to fall, he still hadn’t figured anything out to his dismay. Damn Ran and his insistence to not tell him anything, yet did everything to make fun of him.
Rindou then heard a ding from his phone, snapping him out of his thoughts. He received a message from you asking him if he’d like to see the trees with you. He was amused at your timing, it was like you knew he was thinking about you. He responded with a ‘yes’ without hesitation.
The both of you had agreed to meet up at the park, and Rindou had arrived there momentarily so that he wouldn’t keep you waiting any longer. Upon reaching you, he was surprised to see you already there with coffee in hand for both of you. “You got here fast, and with coffee too?” He asked with a chuckle, taking the coffee from you. “I was already at the park when I messaged you, so when you said yes I figured I might as well get some coffee too as thanks.” Rindou hummed in response as he sipped his coffee. It was exactly how he preferred it.
As you both took a stroll around the park, he couldn’t help but chuckle at seeing how excited you were over the leaves changing color. “Does seeing trees make you that happy?” He asked with a tease. You shook your head with a sigh “Geez, it’s not just about the trees. It’s about appreciating the way it looks. It can be pretty to look at if you give it a chance.”
Rindou turned his head in the direction of the trees, staring at the leaves. Some of them were still green, but you could see them slowly transitioning into a vibrant orange. “Uh huh…I guess,” he said unimpressed by it. He wasn’t someone who cared for nature all that much, but he did it because you liked it. As he turned his head to speak to you, he couldn’t help but pause at seeing how enamored you almost seemed at the sight of the leaves.
Just then, he saw a singular leaf fall from the tree and land directly on your head. “Looks like you’re becoming one with nature already hmm?” He said with a laugh, as he plucked the leaf from your hair, handing it to you instead. His eyes widened as he saw your eyes light up, giving him a wide smile in return. He doesn’t recall seeing you make that face, but it got his heart racing to the point he felt like time had stopped.
Oh shit
Suddenly everything made sense to him at that very moment. What those feelings were. It was love, wasn’t it?
Rindou couldn’t help but smile now that he found his answer. Not only does he want to see you smile more, he wants to see you smile at him specifically.
“I do see the beauty in it now…” he said with a mumble, his ears turning red at him vocalizing it for the first time.
“Hey, Rin!” You called out to him, not hearing what he said earlier as you were distracted by the leaf. “I guess you could say it really is Fall huh?” you said with a grin on your lips.
Rindou let out a sigh hearing your attempt at making a pun, but that being said he still couldn’t help but smile at you.
You really can’t choose who you fall in love with huh?
synopsis: how he reacts when you ask the chat to watch him for you.
warnings: the haitanis are kinda short
note/s: i’m back on my writing shit… i think, anw, please enjoy these short drabbles while i force away the rust in my writing, glad to be back 🩷 (i also plan to write a wbk version of this so heads up for that one!)
mikey:
“can you babysit my boyfriend for me?” you say to your camera as you propped it up in front of your boyfriend who paused midchew.
“babysit?” mikey asked, mouth filled with dorayaki, his dark eyes looked like a confused puppy as he looked at you, who walked away without giving him a response.
mikey swallows the sweet treat before he stares back at the camera with a confused expression. he mentally counts the seconds being recorded, confusion still etched onto his face before he brushes away the blonde strands that were framing his face.
“wanna see a cool trick?” mikey asks no one in particular before he grins and picks up the phone and props it onto a higher place.
“okay so… this is called a high kick.” mikey says as he demonstrates it, flashing a grin to the camera. the next few minutes were spent with him showing the camera all the kicks and moves he knows from the dojo.
“and finally… this is my special nuclear kick, as kazutora would like to call it– wait! let’s get a better view.” he says before he lowers the camera. “there.”
“in three… two… one…—oh oops!”
your boyfriend accidentally kicked the camera off the table.
the impact caused the tempered glass to shatter and the noise caused you to run back inside.
“what happened?!” you asked as you assessed the situation, mikey only gave you a sheepish yet guilty smile. “they couldn’t handle me…”
commenter: it started well until he knocked me tf out ⅖ will not babysit again, the kicks were cool tho.
commenter: bro struggled with placing us on a higher place but he’s a cutie patootie so i’ll give him that.
chifuyu:
“i’m gonna take a walk, watch my boyfriend for me.” you say to the camera before placing it in front of chifuyu who was combing peke j’s fur.
“baby? where are you—” “i’ll see you in a bit, baby! be nice.” you cut him off, closing the door shut.
“uh…” chifuyu didn’t know what to do. is this a new tiktok trend? are you messing with him? is the camera even— yep, it was recording.
“hi so uh.” chifuyu coughs. “my name is chifuyu, i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.” he awkwardly introduces himself, green eyes fluttering back to the front door, silently hoping for you to walk back in.
after a few seconds and no sign of you, he refocuses back to the camera and raises peke j in view. “this is my cat.”
“his name is peke j.” he grabs one of peke j’s paws and waved it to the camera, making a small meowing sound as he does so. “he’s saying hi too!” chifuyu grins before he laughs at his cringe.
“what the hell am i even doing.” he says before petting peke j’s head and running over his scar. an idea suddenly coming to his head.
“so… my mom didn’t want peke j at first. i had to hide him in my hoodie when i was 12 just so i could keep him…”
you came back to chifuyu talking animatedly to the camera, a big smile on his face as he pets his cat.
“oh, baby! you’re here.” chifuyu notices you immediately before he pats the space beside him. “i was just telling them how peke j was the reason how you and i met!”
the two of you talked to the camera until your phone notified that there was no more storage. you should really clean up your gallery, stop procrastinating.
commenter: HE’S SO ORANGE CAT CODED
commenter: his lil cat adoption story was so sweet pls make a part 2!!
rindou:
your boyfriend was in his homemade gym room doing his sets when you placed the phone on the tripod that you set up in the room. rindou sets down his dumbbells as he looks at you with a raised brow.
you say nothing to him before you start recording, “make sure my boyfriend doesn’t hurt himself, thanks!” you say to the camera before you bolted out the room before rindou could say a word in.
rindou sighs as he gets up from his bench press, all sweaty and gross as he approaches the camera. he rolls his eyes once he realizes that the camera was recording. nevertheless, he returns back to his sets, grunting heavily every time he finishes parts of his routine.
you came back to see your boyfriend doing push-ups, a circular weight on his back and his biceps flexing everytime he pushes down.
“really?” you asked and rindou pauses mid push-up to look at you with a confused gaze.
“you’re being all slutty and sweaty for my camera?” you cross your arms, a deadpan expression on your face, rindou kneels from his position and gives you a look of disbelief.
“you’re the one who started recording! i’m just doing my normal routine.” you scoff.
“then why’d you have to look like a whore doing it!”
“excuse me?”
commenter: bro groans like a good boy
commenter: excuse me sir that groan? what happened to hi and hello?
(rindou had to make a follow up video explaining that he was taken AND he does NOT take it like a good boy.)
baji:
“i’m going to get the food outside, can you watch him for me?” you say, shoving the phone to baji’s face before running away. the action causes baji to jolt up from the couch and gripping the phone to stop it from falling in his grasp.
“oi, what the—” “oh, and no swearing, keisuke! we don’t want to get flagged.” you say before running out the door.
“huh?” it was only then baji realized that the phone was on a livestream and there are dozens of comments squealing over him.
“i’m so fu–darn hungry, (y/n)’s taking so long” he groans
“what am i supposed to do with this?” baji asks the chat and one comment in particular caught his eye.
“that’s a great idea, kazutora” he smiles ominously.
the next thing you knew was chifuyu calling baji’s phone. you picked it up and before you could even get a word in, you can hear chifuyu’s panicked voice.
“(y/n)! baji’s about to commit arson in your backyard!”
“he’s about to what?!”
commenter: 2/10 will not babysit again, he looks like he bites
commenter: 1/10. he scares me
kazutora:
“hey, babysit my boyfriend for me? thanks!” that was said with no context as kazutora finds himself facing the front camera of your phone. he stiffens up, not used to looking at himself much.
he awkwardly reaches for his bowl of cereal, eyes hyper focused on the camera as he scoops the spoon into the bowl.
“uh… hi.” he waves awkwardly, trying to watch the series that was on tv but he still couldn’t feel comfortable with the camera pointed at him so he turns the tv off.
“so uh… i’m eating a bowl of cocoa puffs.” kazutora says, showing the camera his meal, “they’re really good. it tastes like cocoa… i mean obviously– anyway!”
kazutora coughs. a blush forming on his cheeks on how awkward the entire situation is.
“so uhm. cats are cool.” he starts. “did you know that the calico cats were brought in japanese voyages because sailors thought they brought good luck?”
“it’s uhm. a pretty cool fact if i do say so myself.” silence.
“uh a cat was also mayor in an alaskan town for 20 years so there’s that.”
“oh! also, did you know that isaac newton invented the cat door?”
commenter: 5/5 he’s a lil awkward but his cat facts are so cute
commenter: 4/5 did not know about these cat facts and ill change my rating to 5/5 if we get more cat facts
sanzu:
“watch haru for me, thanks. he’s your problem now.” you say as you plop the phone in front of sanzu’s desktop.
“babe, what the hell?”
“careful, chat, he bites.” with that, you turned on your heel and left.
sanzu looks at the livestream and realizes that everyone was either thirsting for him or asking when your next shared content will come out.
“i’m in the middle of editing the video when that headache forced you to babysit me” sanzu said, shaking his head. “i do have one with senju coming out tomorrow, we tried 1 star hair products.”
he reads a comment and shakes his head. “of course not on my hair. (y/n) loves running her fingers on it and i’d be damned if i ruined it." he says before reading more comments
“what are your hair recommendations for someone with dry hair? well first, go condition that shit…”
“your curly hair is getting frizzy? souya said to not comb it while dry but i don’t know, if you fuck it up, blame the twins. my hair is pin straight so i wouldn’t know”
“skin care? i don’t know. whatever (y/n) puts on my face— don’t you dare take me out of context.”
commenter: was expecting to babysit this babygirl but got great skincare and haircare advice
commenter: apparently i was using the wrong toner, thanks for the help 5/5 will babysit again.
ran (bonus):
did not need any babysitting, was just asleep.
commenter: bro’s snoring
commenter: hes meditating guys
commenter: he’s died
note/s: if there is a tiktok trend u best believe i WILL write about it, i also hope u get the meme reference for ran.
you hated that for some reason, your algorithm kept showing toxic relationships. from the couch guy, to the “i’m not your husband” guy and currently, you were seeing men get defensive when their partners reach for their phones.
you looked at mikey, who was silently munching on his second dorayaki, a bored expression on his face as he scrolled through the catalogue of movies to watch. his body was flat on the couch, seeming as if he melted into it.
your eyes flicked over to the coffee table in front of you, seeing his phone, screen down on top, next to the brown paper bag filled with his sweet dorayakis.
you were no insecure person by any means. plus, mikey has never given you a reason to doubt your relationship.
but there’s a small part of you that was curious to how he would react to you suddenly taking his phone.
so, with a cautious hand, you slowly creeped towards the table.
mikey, feeling movement from his side, looks at you from the side of his eye. with you being unaware that he was looking at you.
your hand was barely on the coffee table, so close to taking his phone when you feel his hand slap yours, causing you to jerk back in shock as mikey protectively cradles it on his chest.
a gasp leaves your lips, feeling hurt before you take notice of the item he was protecting.
it was a brown paper bag.
it wasn’t his phone.
it was his fucking dorayaki.
mikey’s onyx eyes darted from yours to your hand that was hovering above his phone.
his mouth drops in realization.
“it wasn’t the dorayaki you were reaching for, huh?”
you slowly shake your head.
silence.
you counted at least twenty seconds before you and mikey’s laughter filled the room.
mikey lets out a final laugh before he reaches for his phone, opens it with his fingerprint and hands it over to you.
“you know my passwords, baby.” mikey says, his attention shifting back to the show catalogue he was scrolling through.
you can’t help but smile and reach out to place a swift kiss on his cheek.
you turned off his phone, all the curiosity and doubts gone.
“it’s fine now, baby. thank you.” you say as you place his phone back and lying down on him. you hear him let out a sound of excitement as he feels your body on top of his.
his arms automatically wrap around your frame and he buries his face into your hair, nuzzling it with a content sigh.
“‘mm you’re always so comfy.” mikey sleepily says and you couldn’t help the giggle that came out of your lips. your lover always feels the sleepiest when you are in his arms, after all.
you felt bad for the people you saw on your phone, but you couldn’t deny the happiness you felt that you couldn’t relate to them.
mikey was wholly yours, and he has no problem easing your worries.
although, you should really try asking him between you or dorayaki. though, you don’t think you’re ready to hear his answer.
(he would automatically answer you. it’s always you.)
note: i wrote this under 30 minutes and running on 4 hours of sleep, could u tell
PLATONIC! pet shop owners! baji, chifuyu and kazutora x teen!reader
summary... [name] has been stealing from a pet shop to feed strays around her home for a while and the pet shop owners are curious about who could be stealing pet food… that only costs one-thousand yen… [name] thinks it's expensive! :( but baji says otherwise!!
warnings... fluff, lots of curing from baji, baji is about to burst a vein
a.n... shouldn't I be finishing my other stories instead of writing more? yes. am I going to? nope.
[part one] [part two] [part three] ...
the pet food thief strikes again..
this time stealing dog food and a couple of toys. baji stared at the half-empty shelf of dog food with a scowl
"fucking asshole! they stole again!" baji yelled, smoke practically coming from the top of his head
this has been going on for a year, five months, and two weeks--kazutora has been keeping track--chifuyu walks up to the hot-headed baji with a box of cat food that might get stolen later in a couple of days
"Im not sure how they're getting past the cameras," he says to baji
baji turns to look at chifuyu "we need to start walking around the shop while there are customers here! or that thief we keep stealing!"
"dunno how that's gonna help," kazutora said, wiping his hands on his apron
"then what do you propose? better not be that's stupid trap again.." baji said and kazutora's cheeks heated up in embarrassment
"I-I was just-I thought-.." kazutora stuttered in embarrassment and chifuyu patted his back with false reassurement
a couple of months ago kazutora set up a trap for the thief butttt.. it didn't work
he placed pretty expensive pet food up against the window of the pet shop and a camera near the bag and waited at the counter for the thief to show up
but a couple of older women came in, in need of help, and of course, kazutora had helped them and in the process, he forgot about the expensive pet food that was getting stolen
when he came back to the counter he didn't notice the pet food was missing and the camera too, until chifuyu asked about it and then it hit kazutora that the pet food was missing now
this got him a long talk from baji who was fuming..
"I didn't think they would also steal the camera..." kazutora scratched the back of his head sheepishly
chifuyu gave a small shake of his head and baji clicked his tongue
"who would steal pet food that's not even expensive!!" baji hissed out again
"one-thousand yen is the cheapest pet food anyone can get!" baji turned around and marched away from the half-empty shelf with annoyance
the two others followed him "maybe they're a broke college student?" chifuyu said
"college students are broke but not that broke! plus the nearest college is- what like twenty minutes away? no one would bother!" baji said, he had a light frown when he sat down on the chair behind the counter
"I'll keep watch, you two don't know how to catch a thief," baji said and the other two gave him looks but didn't say much else
"ok well don't strange the thief alright? we gotta at least ask questions before making them into cat food" chifuyu chuckles and kazutora gives a small laugh
baji looked at the door with intensity
he was ready to beat the information out of this thief! but now that he was sitting--hunched over with his elbow on the counter and soft music playing--he wondered why they were stealing non-expensive pet food
maybe they were doing a good deed with the pet food? like feeding the strays? but he was already doing that around their area! them having bowls out in front of their pet store and in an alleyway next to the shop
so why would they be stealing? he thought back to chifuyu's words
'college student'
he huffs, that could be right maybe they didn't have enough money to pay for the pet food for their own pet, but why get a pet if you can't even have the money to take care of the said pet
it made him mad just thinking of the poor animal that could be starving because of that bastard...
he leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling above
' ding dingg '
baji straightened his back to look at the person who entered through the door into the pet shop
"oh ryusei" baji said
"heeyy baji" ryusei smiled, he walked over to the counter "how's it goin'? caught your thief yet?"
baji shook his head and ryusei gave a small laugh "having a tough time?"
chifuyu and kazutora both came to the front counter to butt into the conversation that baji and ryusei were having together
but they didn't notice that the thief-- whom the pet shop owners had been hunting-- just entered the shop with other customers to cover them and their thievery
"HOW- WHAT- FUCK!?" baji yelled from the back of the shop
"did they get in again!?" chifuyu yelled from the front counter
"fuck yes they did!!" baji yelled back
"huh, who got in?" takemichi asked, "we have a thief, whoever they are has been stealing from here for the last year" chifuyu answered
ryusei giggled from his seat behind the counter "wow I thought I would have noticed them"
some of the past toman members came into the pet shop to talk to the three owners and it seems the thief took advantage of that
"they must have taken advantage of the rush hour you guys were having and the fact we were all talking after as well," kisaki said as he fixed his glasses and hanma chuckled
"sneaky bastard huh?" hanma said
"how long has this been happening?" mikey asked, he was standing next to draken and mitsuya
"one year, five months, and two weeks," kazutora said, everyone looked at him with raised brows
"oh..ah I have been counting for fun," he said and some chuckled at his statement
"oh well, would you look at that!" baji yelled from the back again
baji then came back to the front with a small sticky note in his hand
"huh whats that?" chifuyu asked, "that bastard left us a note!" baji hissed
he showed it to chifuyu, then he passed it around to the others and they all chuckled at the note and some even laughed!
synopsis: mitsuya couldn’t understand why you kept asking him about draken.
pairings: mitsuya x f!reader
warnings: none!
wc: 2.4k
note/s: shortest slowburn i’ve ever written tbh, it’s not as angsty as i wanted it to be but i do think this is cute, lmk what you think! also this is the first piece i've written fully on my ipad (i usually write on my laptop) so this was a bit challenging to physically type
“i’m sorry, could you repeat that?” mitsuya asks, trying to make sense of the situation, you sighed before looking at him with a shy expression on your face.
“do you know what kind of chocolate draken likes?” ah. that’s what you said. cool. cool. mitsuya pretends that his heart didn’t drop to his stomach.
why are you, out of all people, asking about draken? mitsuya isn’t sure he wants to know the answer.
“hello? earth to taka? you still there?” you giggled, waving a hand in front of his face, mitsuya seems to snap out of his trance as he blinks with his pursed lips.
“yeah. he prefers the darker kind of chocolate.” mitsuya answers, trying to gauge how you would react, but your expression was hard to read. “i see.”
“alright, thank you, takashi!” with that, you turned on your heel and left, leaving mitsuya to wonder what that was all about.
—
if you were to ask mitsuya when he started liking you, he’d have no definite answer, seeing as for him, liking you was just something he realized along the way and he couldn’t go back, he’s fallen way too far to get back up.
but if you were to ask mitsuya if he thinks you felt the same for him, he would say yes. or that was how he would’ve answered in the past because right now, he was in a state of confusion as to why you kept asking about draken.
“what kind of shapes do you think he’d like for his chocolate?” “i don’t think he’d care.”
“would he prefer red wrapping paper or…” “i don’t think he’d even look at it much.”
“do you think he’d at least appreciate the gift?” “dunno.”
you frowned, not liking how clipped mitsuya’s answers were becoming.
“are you okay, taka?” “peachy.” mitsuya mutters, fighting the urge to roll them back in annoyance.
mitsuya is very much aware that he wasn’t acting like himself. but he couldn’t bring himself to correct his behavior because for the past two hours that you hung out with him, all you talked about was draken.
the purplenette never thought he’d say this but he’s so close to developing some form of resentment towards his sworn brother.
“you don’t soud okay, taka, you know you can talk to me, right?” mitsuya nods, going back to his sketch at work.
“oh, is that a new design?” mitsuya nods once more, not taking his eyes off the lines he was etching onto the paper.
“what’s the inspiration behind it?” mitsuya freezes in his actions. the dress’ motif was insoired by you. by the things you liked. hell, he even had a cardigan that was designed to suit your tastes in the works, but he isn’t even sure if he wanted to finish it, what good would his gift do when all you ever asked about was draken, draken, draken.
“it’s… for someone really special to me.” mitsuya answers, as vaguely as he can muster and he thinks that he’s imagining it, but from the corner of his eye, he can see the way your face dropped, but again, he wasn’t so sure.
“whoever you like must be really lucky, huh?” yeah. you’re so lucky, idiot. mitsuya badly wants to answer, but he opts for a smile on his face, a smile that he doesn’t realize belonged to someone who was in love. a smile that was for you, but you didn’t know. mitsuya thinks that he’d rather never let you know.
“i don’t think she likes me, honestly.” mitsuya decides to play rhetorically, knowing that you were too dense to catch up on his insinuations, knowing that you thought of him platonically.
you let out an offended gasp, “how could she not like you?!”
“you’re like, perfect, that’s her loss. are you sure she doesn’t like you?” “i don’t know? do you like me?” mitsuya hoped he wasn’t being too obvious.
“of course i do—“ mitsuya’s heart stuttered in his chest. “you’re w really great person, you’re such a loyal friend and anyone would be so lucky to have you!” right. dense. mitsuya wanted to slap a palm on his forehead but decided against it, he knew that you wouldn’t catch up on his words.
he didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
valentine’s was rolling around the corner, the restos and cafes that they used to walk by made it pretty obvious that valentine’s day was fast approaching, as if the couple promos and red heart decorations scattered across the block couldn’t be any more obnoxious about it.
mitsuya feels his chest get heavier day by day as he feels valentine’s approach, he knew that he was mentally counting the days when you would confess your love to draken and he was slowly starting to detach himself to you, but you wouldn’t let him.
“do you have any plans this valentine’s, taka?” you asked as you played with the straw in your drink. mitsuya looks down on his coffee, wondeirng whether he should shrug the question off or answer truthfully. he decides on the latter.
“have the girl of my dreams confess to her crush, so i’m dreading the day it comes, honestly.” mitsuya says and a hurt expression passes on your face, it went away right before he could see it.
“do you really have no chance with her?” you ask cautiously, not wanting to seem too nosy. mitsuya shakes his head.
“she likes someone else, and she’s made that obvious for the past few weeks. so really, what else am i supposed to do?” you purse your lips, not knowing what else to tell him.
“she must be really dumb if she can’t realize how lucky she is.” you pout, feeling your heart break a little bit and mitsuya wants to bash his head against the wall because of how oblivious you seemed to be.
“seems so.” mitsuya clipped back.
the two of sat in silence, not knowing what to say but there was a building tension that you could almost cut with a knife. you hated it, you wanted it to disappear, with that, you tried to disperse the awkward tension.
“ne… mitsuya.” you call for his attention. “hm?”
“do you think you can tell draken to come at the pier on valentine’s?” his heart just shattered. his grip on the glass of iced coffee just tightened up and he hopes you didn’t notice.
“sure.” “thank you, taka!” then it was silent again before mitsuya breaks it himself.
“i have to go, (l/n)-san.” mitsuya stands up, excusing himself. “it’s time for me to go pick up luna and mana.“ “i can come with-“ “no.” you blinked, a bit shocked at his response, mitsuya notices the out of character reaction as he quickly composes himself.
“we have to go somewhere after, family errands.” he lies, hoping you buy it. you nod with a conflicted expression, he nods back in goodbye before he walks away, leaving you to wonder what was wrong.
the day of valentine’s came and mitsuya couldn’t help but lock himself in his room. he wanted the day to end faster, he even went as far as muting his phone, not wanting to see potential texts from you or draken saying that you were now official.
a knock interrupts his thoughts, “i’m not in the mood, mana.” he called out.
“it’s not mana.” he hears your voice call, mitsuya bites back a groan, not wanting to see you today. “open up.” you say, knocking— banging on his door. mitsuya groans once more, getting up and opening the door.
to say his breath was blown away would be a massive understatement. you were dressed up, make-up suiting your face perfectly, the clothes you wore complimented your figure and he almost wanted to dock draken’s face in for taking what’s his- no. mitsuya thinks to himself, i should be happy for them.
“you look nice.” mitsuya comments, and he might be delusional, but he could’ve sworn that you appeared flustered before his eyes.
“t-thanks” you coughed, before shaking your head and smiling. “come on, let’s go!”
mitsuya was now confused. “huh? where?”
“the confession for draken, let’s go! go get dressed.” any semblance of happiness mitsuya sported now left his body as he frowns.
you take notice, but not for the right reasons. “i know having your friend be confessed to isn’t the ideal valentine’s for you, but i’ll make it up to you, hurry up, let’s go! i didn’t waste time just to not see it happen so let’s go!” although mitsuya was a bit heartbroken and confused, he dressed up and just under a few minutes, you were pulling him out of his house, ignoring the way luna and mana were making kissy faces at the two of you.
“there!” you gushed, pointing at the pier where the confession would happen.
mitsuya was expecting you to let go of his arm and ready yourself for your confession.
‘this is for the better.’ he thinks. ‘if i can see it happen, then that’s closure for me’
he was surprised when you let out a quiet squeal, slapping his arm repeatedly as you beamed at the scene in front of you.
mitsuya turns to the scene, only now seeing the closest thing he can call as a brother stand in front of the pier, as if he were waiting for someone.
the purplenette turns back to you, a confused expression on his face. ‘aren’t you going to go to him?’ he badly wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to see you walk away from him.
“go girl.” you whisper under your breath. before mitsuya could question you, he sees a blonde emerging from the corner.
“ken-chan.” the all too familiar voice of his leader’s younger sister was loud amidst the silence of the pier.
sano emma. she was right in front of draken, not you.
“ah, emma. you called?” mitsuya watches with a bated breath, he could clearly see that emma was holding a box of chocolates behind her back.
“uh… i, uh…” “hm?” “please be my valentine, ken-chan!” emma closes her eyes, bowing her head as she pushes the box with her arms.
mitsuya feels you stiffen beside him as you hold your breath. watching in anticipation. mitsuya was startled when you clung to his arm, eyes still in front of the scene. you let out a squeal when you see draken smile and place a hand on emma’s head, ruffling her hair slightly as he takes the box in her hand.
“success!” you whispered excitedly before you looked at him with sparkles in your eyes.
wait. huh? you looked at him, confused. shit. he said that out loud.
“i thought you…” mitsuya’s words caught on his tongue, but you seemed to pick up on what he wanted to say as your eyes widened, your head shaking in denial. “liked draken? oh my god, no.” you denied.
“i was only helping out emma, but she told me i couldn’t tell anyone about her crush.” “that was supposed to be a secret?” “not the point, takashi!” you fought off a giggle. “that’s why i asked you, because i know you know him and you wouldn't get suspicious, if i asked mikey then the whole world would know in the next five minutes.” you ranted
mitsuya finds you cute.
“i really thought you liked draken…” mitsuya admits. you huffed, “girl code, taka, and no. i like someone else.”
mitsuya could not catch a break.
“who?” he couldn’t help but ask, not even bothering to be discreet. you gave him a shy smile, “his best friend.”
“mikey?!” “god, no!” you exasperated, “why are you so dense?”
mitsuya.exe has stopped responding.
“i’m dense? do you even hear yourself?” mitsuya retorts. “you’ve been killing me the entire time you asked about draken, you made me think that you’ve fallen completely for him. you should be an actor.”
you were curious to see where this conversation was going, you ignored the way your heart was beginning to thump loudly against your chest.
“and what if i did fall for him? why does it matter?” you lure him into a trap. wanting to hear a specific answer
luckily for you, mitsuya wasn’t as dense as you.
“because. you’re mine.” a smile threatened to escape your lips at the possesiveness he showed, his arm went around your waist pulling you close.
“right?” mitsuya asks for assurance. you bit your lower lip slightly and whispered. “you didn’t ask me yet.”
mitsuya almost laughs, but he opts to put his forehead on yours, breaths almost intermingling with each other. “be my valentine.”
you giggle, looping your arms around his neck. “that doesn’t sound like a question.”
“it wasn’t.” mitsuya affirms, you smile, letting your lips fall on his cheek and you feel him pull your figure closer to him, longing for the warmth of your body against his.
“you’re my valentine for years to come, alright? so don’t ask me about any other men.” mitsuya warns.
“okay, taka.” you relented, closing your eyes with a smile, enjoying his scent close to yours.
“oi, go do that at your house! have some decency.” the both of you pulled away, facing draken and emma who wore teasing smiles at the two of you.
“you should hide better next time, (y/n)-chan.” emma tuts playfully, you huffed, before you walk towards them, only getting stopped by mitsuya intertwining your hands together as the two of you walked.
“i know i asked you to help me with my valentine, but i didn’t know that you’d get one yourself,” emma teases.
“mission success with a bonus.” you winked and the two men couldn’t help but look at the two of you with endeared expressions.
“anyway, we have to go.” you announce, pulling mitsuya away.
“we do?” mitsuya asks as he follows your lead. “we do.” you smile at him, stopping him in his tracks to place another kiss in his cheek.
“you don’t expect me to be your valentine without giving you chocolate, do you?”
perfect timing, mitsuya wanted to see if the cardigan he made would fit you. (of course it will, it was for you. and of course the chocolates suited his tastes. it was for him.)
synopsis. you find sanzu after a fight at a party and end up introducing yourself and helping him patch up. turns out sanzu isn't as extroverted when it comes to speaking to girls, rindou finds out.
contains. smut, first time (sanzu's a virgin), nervous sanzu, bold reader, mentions of violence, busted lips, bruised knuckles, kantou!manji era, nude/explicit photos, oral (m), sanzu gets head for the first time, koko rindou and sanzu are best friends idc.
author's note. sanzu's so pretty but i just know that boy has never felt the touch of a woman, hence why i wrote this lmfao. call it a power move or whatever 🙄 (i wanna see more submissive sanzu honestly). fanart credits: caravaggist
“My head is fucking killing me,” Sanzu said with a pained groan. He began coughing until he started laughing, running purely on adrenaline. “I beat that fucker’s ass, didja see that?!”
“Shut up, stop being so loud.” Sanzu winced when Rindou smacked him upside the head. He looked down at his busted, bruised knuckles and cursed. “We’re so fucking dead.”
“Told you not to drink that much,” Koko sniped, gesturing with his chin over at Sanzu. “Got us into a goddamn fight.”
“Not my fault you guys are such wimps.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Koko doubled over to catch his breath, slumping against a car.
“Are you guys okay?” you called out, steadily approaching the three boys.
Your heart nearly stopped when they all turned to meet your eyes, but there was one you couldn’t take your eyes off of the most. He had green eyes and crazy pink hair tied up into a ponytail. You’d been eyeing him for the majority of the party, just small glances over at whichever end he was loudly talking at. The entire time you had been taking extra shots for courage to approach him but pussied out each time. When you were upstairs, there was loud shouting, chanting, and the sound of things breaking as a group of boys managed to get into a fight. You didn’t see the full thing, only coming down the stairs the exact moment you saw the three of them run outside, tearing down the street and around the block in record time. A quick scan of the party, you saw the pink haired guy was no longer there, so your feet went running before you could even think of what you were doing.
He was much prettier up close, an ethereal kind of beauty you rarely ever see. Not many people can rock long pink hair but he manages to make it work well.
You ran out, taking off after them. It was a miracle you found them, having guessed which direction they must’ve took off in.
“Who are you?” Kokonoi asked, looking strangely at you.
“I was at the party,” you gestured down the street, “and saw everything. Are you guys okay?” you repeated, walking a little closer to the group.
Kokonoi’s hostility dropped down a few notches and he nodded. Rindou shrugged and rolled his neck, trying to ease away the stiffness residing in his bones. Sanzu, on the other hand, just stared at you dumbfoundedly. He didn’t say a word, just stared at you with half wide eyes that only widened when you met his gaze. You held eye contact for a few seconds before looking down at his knuckles. Out of the three, Sanzu was probably the most roughed up, having done the most the entire fight and caught the most strays. His lip was busted and his knuckles were bruised.
“Oh that looks really bad. One second,” you said, pulling out a tissue from your pocket “Can I?” you asked, looking into his eyes. He doesn’t say yes or no, and Rindou isn’t even sure he’s breathing anymore. He doesn’t stop you as you hold his bruised hand and lift it up to your face for examination.
You placed the tissue onto his knuckles. “I’m sorry that happened by the way. I don’t know how it started but I’m sure you guys didn’t deserve it.”
Kokonoi snorted and Rindou elbows him roughly. “Eh it’s whatever. Bottom line is we won, so.”
“You guys shouldn’t be fighting like that though. Especially in public. The police got called and are probably on their way here.”
“Wait seriously?!” Kokonoi whipped his head up at you and you nodded. He cursed under his breath. “We better get going again. Don’t wanna have to get bailed out again.”
Again?
“True that,” Rindou agreed, dusting off his pants. His head was pounding and he might probably have a concussion, but all that didn’t matter to him. He just needed to get out of here. “Call Ran, he’ll come pick us up.”
“He’s gonna fucking kill us,” Kokonoi replied.
“Better him than Mikey.”
“But—”
You tuned out the rest of their conversation and continued dabbing Sanzu’s knuckles, who still hadn’t said a single word since you approached. You blinked up at him and removed the bag from his hand.
“Your lip is bleeding,” you announced, and he almost flinched away when your thumb rose to his lip. “Does it hurt?” He shook his head. “Can I put this on your lip?” You shook the tissue in your hand.
He nodded slowly and your smile nearly sent him straight to heaven. You pulled a water bottle from your purse and wet the tissue, pressing it on his lip and held onto his chin, tipping his head upright so you could see what you were doing better. Granted the tissue probably weren’t helping at all, but you had to work with what you had.
“This looks really painful,” you murmured, fixated on the damages done to his face. He has these two pairs of twin scars on both sides of his mouth that you think are so cute. Without thinking, you let your thumb trace the diamond outline gently. You pull the tissue away from his lip and pocket it. “Does your lip hurt?”
Sanzu shook his head and you smiled. “That’s good.”
Rindou looked over at Sanzu weirdly, wondering why the loudest person in the group was suddenly so quiet. He didn’t have time to explore that train of thought deeper because Kokonoi spoke up.
“Rin, Sanzu. Ran’s on his way now. Let’s go.” He pocketed his phone and turned to you. “Thanks for the warning about the cops by the way. Really appreciate it.”
“It’s no problem.”
A black car pulled up to the curb and the window rolled down. “You three are so fucking dead,” Ran said exasperatedly.
“As long as Mikey doesn’t find out we’re goo—” Kokonoi’s relief came crumbling down as his biggest fear came to light. The passenger seat window rolled down and Mikey’s face came into view. He didn’t look mad, honestly he didn’t look like anything. Just emotionless, but that was enough to scare the absolute shit out of Koko. “Boss, we can explain—”
“Get in the car.”
Kokonoi swallowed but obliged, his feet dragging behind him as he walked around the car to get in.
You looked back over at Sanzu who’s eyes hadn't left yours. “Guess this is goodbye. I’m (Name) by the way. What’s yours?”
Whatever reaction anyone was expecting, it wasn’t for Sanzu to completely stammer over his words, forgetting who he was, or how to form a literate sentence. “Me name? Who is—I—what, huh?”
Rindou looked at him like he grew two heads, even Mikey raised a confused brow. You pressed your lips together in a thin line to stop yourself from laughing and Sanzu’s ears burnt with humiliation. Frankly he was mortified with those being the first words he’s said to you ever. Rindou thankfully saved him from more embarrassment by grabbing the back of his collar hard.
“His name is Sanzu by the way,” he told you before dragging him towards the car, kicking him into the backseat. The door slammed shut and you watched as Rindou entered the front next to his brother and then the car pulled off, recklessly rounding the corner.
You stayed there for a minute, blinking, then smiled giddily down at the floor before making your way back to your friends inside.
~*~
“Yeah they’ve definitely got a concussion,” the nurse said, snapping her gloves off. She stepped away from the three boys at the table and handed them each plastic cups of water. “Make sure you drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest.”
“Thanks doc.” Mikey wrote her a check and she nodded, thanking him before exiting the room. He looked at the three in them in disappointment. They each had an annoying habit of crashing random parties going on in the street and getting shit faced, then turning up to work and events hungover or too exhausted. Now they have hit the final nail in the coffin by getting in a physical altercation with strangers and the police are probably looking for their asses right now.
“I have nothing to say to you three. You heard the woman, get plenty of rest,” he scolded before leaving the room.
“Who wants to bet the medical bills are coming out of our paycheck?” Rindou asked, sliding off the table. He rubbed his head exhaustedly and yawned.
“I might just have a heart attack if I see that,” Kokonoi responded, shuddering.
“That girl…” Sanzu muttered under his breath, scratching his chin.
“What?”
“That girl,” he repeated louder as if he just came to a sudden realisation, “was a fucking angel!”
“Oh. Welcome back to earth Mr. Who me is name I what?” Rindou mocked, amusement written all over his face as Sanzu rolled his eyes.
Kokonoi laughed loudly. “Oh yeah! What the fuck was that all about?”
“Shut up,” Sanzu grumbled and closed his eyes, blocking their mockery out. He tried to picture your face again behind his closed lids but the concussion was slowly getting worse and your face was starting to fade from his memory. “I need to find this girl and redeem myself. What’s her name?” he said snipply, snapping his fingers at the two boys for them to hurry up.
“Stop being a weirdo. You probably blew your chances anyway,” Rindou stated.
“Nah uh! It wasn’t that bad!”
“Who me is name I what?” Kokonoi repeated and Sanzu groaned loudly.
“Keep making fun of me whatever! But when I find her and make her my future wife I don’t want to hear shit from any of you.”
“Wow,” Kokonoi fake gasped. “You can tell your future kids the story of how you met!”
“Future wife huh?” Rindou chuckled. “So we’re just skipping past girlfriend?”
“Gotta aim big.”
Kokonoi shook his head. “That girl wants nothing to do with you.”
“Yeah? Well why did she patch me up and not you two fucking idiots then? HUH?” Sanzu gestured to his busted lip. The two boys had nothing else to say and just rolled their eyes, muttering whatever under their breath. “Exactly, shut the fuck up.”
Sanzu traced his scars with his finger. He could still feel the gentle trail of your finger on his skin and closed his eyes once more, picturing you in front of him, staring up at him with such care in your eyes as you genuinely found yourself worried at his injuries. He looked down at his knuckles, still bruised, and pictured your hand in his. He regretted not saying more to you earlier, regretted not actually having a conversation with you and telling him his injuries looked worse than they actually felt.
Sanzu stood up and Rindou called out to him. “Oi. Where the hell are you going? We’re heading back to mines.”
“I’m going back to that party to redeem myself.”
“It’s been like an hour and it’s almost three am. She’s long gone. Let it go.”
Sanzu shook his head, condescendingly clicking his tongue in a way that ground Rindou’s gears. “Don’t be jealous Rin.”
“Jealous of?”
“I got a girl that wants me for me, not my dick.”
“That’s something only a virgin would say,” Kokonoi inputs, laughing when Sanzu instantly closes his mouth. “No way, are you actually a virgin?”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are!”
“I’m not!”
“Who’d you lose it to?”
Sanzu scoffs. “Like anyone remembers that,”
“Okay playboy.” Rindou laughs. “I remember mine.”
“So do I,” Kokonoi high fives Rindou. The two of them look at Sanzu. “Well? What’s her name?”
“I was high. Don’t remember,” Sanzu shrugs. Rindou looks over at Koko who both equally look unimpressed. “ANYWAY! It doesn’t matter because I’m going to find that girl and redeem myself tonight.”
Kakucho enters the room. “Find what girl?”
“Redeem yourself for what?” Kokonoi asks.
Rindou laughs even louder. “Redeem himself for “Oh friend who I am what?””
Sanzu’s ears burn when Koko joins in the laughter. “Alright so just forget my question. Cool,” Kakucho rolls his eyes.
“Sanzu got us into a fight tonight and some girl helped him with his busted lip and now he thinks he’s in love.”
“I don’t think—”
“We know,” Kokonoi interrupts.
Sanzu shoots him a glare. “If you’d let me finish,” he says snarkily. “I don’t think I'm in love. I know I am.”
“In love with a girl you don’t even know the name of?” Kakucho asks hesitantly. He should be used to this by now honestly, it's not the first time Sanzu got hyper fixated over something, except in this case it's someone. In actuality, he should be worried for this girl, knowing how obsessive Sanzu gets at times. Picturing the boy in a relationship was something Kakucho just could not do no matter how hard he tries.
“I’ll find her name. You forget who I am and what I do in this goddamn organisation?”
“Aside from dragging us to useless parties and getting us involved in unnecessary fights?” Rindou asked.
“You had fun tonight, stop acting like you hated it that bad,” Sanzu complained.
“What did this girl look like?” Kakucho asks.
Sanzu describes your appearance from your height all the way down to your eye colour, recounting to his friends every single detail he managed to observe about you the entire time he spent staring at you. They all looked at him with concern. Sanzu noticed their glare and shrugged. “What?”
“Surprised you didn’t count every single lash of hers honestly,” Kokonoi rubbed his forehead exhaustedly when his head pounded again. “This headache is killing me. Gonna head home.”
They all said goodbye and waited for him to leave the room.
“I think I know the girl,” Kakucho said, recounting the horrifying moment of Sanzu describing you in as much detail as possible.
“WHAT?!” Sanzu exclaimed far too loudly for his head and Rindou’s to handle, a sharp pain shooting their heads. “Ah fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his head.
“Are you serious?” Rindou asked, looking at Kakucho who nodded.
“Yeah. Someone like that lives on my floor. I see her leaving every morning.”
“To Kakucho’s we go!” Sanzu grinned, grabbing the younger boy's hand and dragging him outside. Rindou reluctantly follows behind them, wanting to see where this situation was heading.
Kakucho ended up being right, and when they entered the lobby of his apartment, they saw you collecting your mail. Sanzu’s feet felt frozen to the floor as he just stared at your side profile. He almost had a stroke when you turned to face in his direction, and he swore you were looking directly at him when you broke out into a smile, waving your hand.
“Hey! Haven’t seen you in a while,” you said and Sanzu was confused. It’s only been a few hours, hasn’t it?
You were walking and he stood up a little straight when it looked like you were heading towards his direction, only for his heart to do a complete 360 when you hugged Kakucho instead. It wasn’t an affectionate hug, both your hands barely lingered on each other’s body, just an awkward side hug that lasted barely 2 seconds.
“Yeah, you know. I’ve been busy with work and stuff.”
“Ah cool cool. I’ve been collecting your mail though.” You handed him his mail. He thanked you and held them under his arm.
You looked at two boys next to them and then gasped. “Oh its you!” You pointed between Sanzu and Rindou, who only nodded, asking how you’ve been. Sanzu was frozen again as you and Rindou gave each other basic small talk, only breaking out of his stupor when Rindou elbowed him hard in the stomach.
You bit down a laugh when you saw Sanzu clutch onto his stomach in pain. “Oh my god, are you alright?” Sanzu could hear the laugh in your voice, but didn’t feel offended the slightest.
“I’m good, yeah. Just distracted.”
“Oh. Am I boring you?”
He was too scared of the fact you thought that about him to notice the playful hint in your voice. “No! Not at all. I just have a concussion that's all.”
“No way. Does it hurt? Are you okay?” You hesitantly lift your hand up and press it on his forehead which is burning up. “You need to get some sleep right now.”
“It’s too late to drive right now.” Kakucho says. “You two can just sleep at mine.”
“Only if I get your bed,” Sanzu adds.
“Fuck that. Sleep on the couch.”
“But I’m concussed.”
“And who’s goddamn fault is that?”
Sanzu rolled his eyes. Kakucho sighed. “Fine. You can get the bed.”
“Let’s fucking go,” Sanzu grinned and started heading towards the elevator. The other two boys followed them and Kakucho looked behind at you.
“You coming?”
Sanzu pressed the button and turned to look at you and Kakucho as you shook your head. “No, I'm heading back out.”
“Right now?” Kakucho says and looks at his watch, “It’s almost 4 am?”
“I know,” you sigh exhaustedly. “My friend, well kinda friend, I guess wants me to come to his house. Just got his text a few minutes ago.”
“At this hour?” Kaku says sceptically.
“So a booty call?” Rindou says and gets elbowed by Kakucho, telling him to mind his business.
You laugh. “I guess if that's what you want to call it. I don’t sleep with him, he just uses me to impress his friends it feels like.” Your eyes slide over to Sanzu who has a scowl on his face and looks away almost immediately after you make eye contact. “I don’t wanna do it but he scares me so I feel like I have to.”
“What’s his name?” Kakucho asks.
“Why? You gonna hurt him?” you ask back. Though you and Kakucho are only neighbours at best, you’re well aware of what he does and his reputation around town. The Brawler is his nickname, or was, back when he was in Tenjiku. But you didn’t know what his role or job entailed, all you knew he was in some shady shit and you wanted no part of it.
“Depends if I know the guy or not.”
You roll your eyes. “His name is Osanai.”
“Wait a minute,” Rindou says, “Is he tall? Smokes all the time, blonde hair? Kinda tan?”
“Yeah…” you say slowly, sceptically, “how’d you know?”
“We’ve actually been kinda looking for that guy. Mikey wanted to see him, didn't he?” Rindou asks Kakucho who shrugs and points over to Sanzu who’s been awfully quiet the entire time. “Didn’t he?” Rindou asks Sanzu again.
“Oh. Yes he has.” He looks up and meets your gaze one more time before looking away.
“Where’s he at?” Rindou asks, approaching you.
“I dunno probably his house?”
“Okay but where genius.”
You give him Osanai’s address and he starts heading outside. “Wait! Don’t kill him or something.”
“Why do you care what we do? Doesn’t he scare you?”
“I mean yes but that doesnt mean I want him dead…”
Kakucho sighs. “Sanzu wait here with (y/n), me and Rindou will sort this out.”
Sanzu instantly looks at Kakucho. “Wait—”
“Just do it,” Rindou snickers before the two of them leave. Sanzu watches them go with a betrayed look on his face, already thinking of 101 different ways to kill Rindou once he got back home. You look up at Sanzu and smile at him.
“So…you can go home if you want. I don't need a babysitter.”
“No it's fine I'll uh wait here.”
“We can go back to mine?” you ask a little hopeful.
Sanzu opens his mouth to speak but the words can't seem to come out. He resorts to nodding and you smile, taking his hand in yours and walking up to your apartment.
~*~
Three hours in and you’ve been binging shitty movies together, laughing at the bad plot and horribly written characters. When you first saw Sanzu at the party, he was outgoing and the life of the room honestly. Maybe your opinion is a bit biased because you were focused on nothing but him, but he had this energy that attracted you to him. Now, in front of you, he’s nothing like he was a few hours ago, he seems shy and reserved, keeping to himself but he’s still funny and cracks a few jokes that make you cackle every now and then.
“Wait you got a little, i’ll get it for you,” you say, cupping his chin and turning his face to you. He watches you with wide eyes as your thumb comes up to his lip and wipes some tomato sauce off. you make continuous eye contact with him as you bring your thumb to your mouth and lick the sauce off the tip. Then, you almost give the guy a heart attack when you go back in with your wet thumb and wipe the remnants of the sauce on the corner of his mouth.
His pizza flops in his hand and something else rises in his pants as you pull back, sitting reasonably closer than you did before, resting your head on his shoulder, continuing to watch the movie. It’s hard for him to even focus on the TV with you sitting this close to him right now. He can smell your shampoo, your perfume, can feel your body heat warming him up and he’s actually going to pass out if you continue clinging to his arm like that. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat a little, hoping his boner goes down and praying you don’t see it.
Just to be on the safe side, he nonchalantly grabs a couch cushion and places it on his lap, claiming he's cold. You don’t buy it one bit but only smirk at the hidden implications. You let out a fake yawn and shift even closer to him, bringing your feet onto the couch, shifting into a lying position.
You look up at Sanzu and smile slightly. “Is this okay with you?” you ask, batting your eyes at him.
“Y-yea. It's fine. cool.” He swallows thickly and turns to look back at the TV.
The cushion gets in the way and you click your tongue, sitting upright and almost bashing him in the jaw with your head. You toss the cushion away and Sanzu's about to protest before you lay back down, your head only inches away from his crotch. His erection was going down slowly but now it might as well sprung back up.
“Oh wait a second,” you said, sitting upright and Sanzu almost panicked when you pointed down at his crotch. “You okay?”
“I—sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it's fine,” you laugh. “These things are uncontrollable, I know.” Sanzu sighs in relief. “Do you need any help?” you ask and he blinks at you.
“What?”
“Nevermind,” you clear your throat. “That was a dumb question.”
“No wait!” he says abruptly, making you jump. “I mean, yeah, if you don’t mind.”
“Really?” you perk up a little.
“Yeah I guess.”
You move to sit next to him, your head only inches away from his. “This is gonna sound a bit creepy but,” your eyes drop to his lips, “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” you say absentmindedly, distracted as you ran your finger over his scars. “Thought you were so pretty.”
“Pretty…?”
“Yeah, you’re really pretty Sanzu.”
He bites his lip, fighting the urge to look away from your intense eyes in the dark. You’re leaning in closer and his eyes close and then he feels your lips pressing against his. It starts off with short pecks that linger a little too long before you're actively moving your lips against his. Your hand cups his face and you pull him closer, sucking on his lips and entering your tongue into his mouth. He moans softly when your fingers find their way to his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.
You pull away and plaster kisses to his neck, gently pushing him down onto the couch, your body basically straddling him as you kiss down his throat.
His body feels hot and he can't focus anywhere but your lips going down his body. Your fingers grab the seam of his shirt and your lips tickle against his skin as you mutter, “Take this off.”
He obediently does as he’s told and lifts his arms up as you help him remove the shirt. You toss it on the other couch and sit upright to examine his chest. His abs were faint but visibly and you bit your lip, running your finger along his chest.
He stares up at you as you look distracted at the sight of his bare chest. You make eye contact and smirk a little before lifting your shirt up and over your head. His eyes go wide at the sight of you in your bra. You go back down and kiss down his stomach, fingers moving to unzip his jeans and pull them down.
“Wait wait wait!” You freeze and look up at the boy in front of you, tilting your head in confusion. He swallows thickly. “I haven't…done this before.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “Really?”
“Shocking, I know.”
“Oh. It really is. I thought girls would be all over a guy like you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like I said before, you’re really pretty Sanzu.” He instantly looks away and you laugh. “You’re shyer than I expected Sanzu. At the party you were really loud and stuff, I didn't expect this. It’s cute.”
“I’m not shy.”
“You said less than 100 words to me tonight and we’ve been hanging out for almost four hours.”
“...”
You laugh and sit upright, leaning back in to kiss him. “Do you still want me to…” Your fingers trail down his body, rubbing the outline of his cock in his briefs.
“If you want to.”
“I obviously do, that's why I'm asking you.”
“Sure then.”
You give him one last kiss before settling back between his lips. His cock has never felt more sensitive than in this moment when your fingers wrap around his cock, pulling it free from his boxers. It stands tall against your face and you lick the tip, not ceasing eye contact. He feels obligated to watch you suck his cock and desperately wants to look away because he knows he will bust in less than ten seconds if you keep staring at him like that.
You take him in your mouth and he moans so loudly, the sound soft and heavenly. You smile around him and begin to suction your cheeks as you take him lower. Your tongue swirled around his shaft every time you bobbed. He was throbbing inside you, your heavy eye contact and warm mouth making him grow harder.
He finally broke the eye contact to throw his head back, a long groan of “fuccccckkkkkkk,” leaving his mouth as he placed his hand on your head, bobbing you up and down. You moaned when his hips bucked up into you.
You pull off his cock and jerk him off, his words dying in his throat when he feels your tongue lick his balls, sucking gently on them.
He sits up and holds the back of your head, his fingers digging into your scalp as he pants heavily. Your eyes squeeze shut as you focus on pleasuring him, putting your mouth back onto his cock and taking him deeper than you did before, your fingers gently massaging his balls.
“I’m gonna—fuck, i’m coming,” he groans and without warning holds the back of your head, pressing you down and came inside your throat.
Honestly you were shocked he lasted this long. Your body felt so warm and hot hearing his pretty moans, and the sight of him with his mouth open, head thrown back was something you’d never forget. His grip on your head ceased and you pulled off his cock, eyes teary and watery and mouth full of cum.
“Oh shit,” he mutters, watching you take a minute before swallowing. His dick twitches again. Without thinking, his thumb comes up to the corner of your lip and wipes a stray drop of cum. Before he can remove his thumb, your head turns and you suck the tip of it. “You’re actually trying to kill me, aren’t you,” he groans and you giggle around his thumb.
“Are you a virgin too if you’d never gotten head before?”
He nods shamefully and you can’t help but kiss him again. “Want me to take it?” you ask, forehead resting against his.
He blinks at you before not-so-subtly dropping his eyes down to your cleavage. “yeah.”
You grin and push him back down onto his back, slipping off the couch. He watches you strip down naked, your bra and panties are tossed to the opposite couch. Thanks to the help of the tv, your body is still a shadow but the outline of your body makes him instantly hard again. You climb back on top of him.
His hands migrate to your hips, and with absolutely zero confidence with what he’s doing, his hand slides towards your clit and you gasp when his thumb snakes its way to your folds. “You’re really wet.”
You squirm, slightly embarrassed but bite your lip, amusement in your voice as you say, “Yeah…that’s supposed to happen.”
“I know that,” he grumbles, still rubbing your clit in circles, wetting his fingers with your arousal. “I’m not an idiot.”
He pulls his hand away and you grab his wrist, guiding his finger into his mouth, watching him suck your juices off his fingers. “God that’s hot,” you pull his fingers out and lean back down to kiss him.
“I'm going to get condoms,” you say against his lips before pulling away. He nods and watches you head down the hallway when his phone buzzes.
rindou: we found osanai so we’re heading back right now
sanzu: hell no just go home
rindou: ???? walk home then tf
sanzu: don't think that's an issue honestly think i might be sleeping over if you know what i mean ;)
rindou: what? you’re getting laid? YEAH RIGHT
sanzu: IM NOT LYING
rindou: i never once ever in my entire life found you funny but you’re telling some good jokes right now
sanzu: 1) im always funny, 2) im serious. i would send you proof but then you’d see my dick and thats gross
rindou: would rather bleach my eyeballs honestly. you could barely look this girl in the eye and you really expect me to believe you’re fucking her?
“I’m back!” you call out making sanzu jump. “What’re you doing on your phone?” you ask, snatching it from his hands and reading the messages.
It’s a miracle it’s dark right now because Sanzu doesn’t know what he’ll do if you saw him blushing from embarrassment right now.
“He’s fucking rude. Why doesn’t he believe you?” you huff, handing him his phone back before your face lights up. “Wanna show him?”
“Show him what…” He hopes you’re not heading in the direction you’re so obviously going.
“You know what I mean, c’mere.” You sit back against the couch and pull up the camera app on his phone. You hold the phone out in front of you, “Stick your tongue out.”
He does so and you stick yours out also, just barely grazing his as you snap a bunch of pictures. You take a couple more in different poses, putting your lips in a kissy face and kissing his cheek, his lips and resting your forehead against his as you smile at the camera.
You sit upright and scroll through the photos, smiling at each of them. “Send these to me after yeah.” You toss the phone behind you and rip open the condom. You reach behind you and slip it easily down his shaft before aligning it with your pussy. “Ready?”
“Yeah…” The tip nudges your clit before slipping inside, warm heat instantly engulfing the tip of his cock and his mouth falls open, panting breathily as you continue sinking downwards, watching the pleasured look on your face as your pussy squelches trying to accommodate his entire length.
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, fixing your hands onto his chest for support. You bounce experimentally, ripping another moan from your throat it sinks you a little lower.
“Shit, shit—wait,” He digs his nails into the fat of your ass cushioned against his thighs.
“Sanzu,” you moan, collapsing down onto his chest, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He can hear your breathy pants beside his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
“You feel so fucking good,” He huffs against your ear and you sit upright, pushing your arms behind you to his knees and start swiveling your hips in circles that turn to full on bouncing on his cock.
His eyes are focused on your tits that swing in motion with your movements and he can’t help but lift you up and down on his cock. “Fuck,” He gropes and squeezes your cheeks as you whimper, clenching around his cock with every bounce.
“Touch me please,” you whimper, looking down at him, grabbing one of his hands and bringing them up to your tits. He squeezes it and runs his thumb along your nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through your body, giving you more motivation to continue bouncing.
“Wait, slow down— oh fuck.” His body was tense, and you were sure he was leaving fingernail shaped dent marks on your hip with how tight his grip was. His cock felt so good, having a slight tilt to it that hit that spot no other guy had been able to reach. You couldn’t stop bouncing, his words falling on deaf ears.
“Wait wait wait stop,” he gasped, his grip getting tighter, bringing you to a stop. Wasting no time, you lean back down and begin kissing along his jaw as he catches his breath, impatiently wiggling your hips just to feel something. “I just came,” he admitted.
You froze and shot up, looking down at him. “For real?” he nodded, wiping a shameful hand over his face. “That's so cute,” you giggle and kiss him.
You lifted yourself up and off his cock and laid down on top of him. “Did you like it?” you ask, tracing your finger along his chest.
“Yeah, it felt so good.”
“Yay,” you smiled bashfully.
“You didn’t finish though.”
“Eh it's not a big deal. I wanted to make you feel good.”
“Still though…” he mutters, pouting at the fact he didn’t make you feel as good as he felt.
His phone buzzed and he sat upright to grab it.
rindou: having fun loverboy??? u busy humping her pillow to text me back? asshole
Sanzu scoffs and you lean your head against his shoulder and read the messages. “Send him the photos.”
He turns to look at you, your lips almost brushing against his in the process. “You sure? You’re kinda naked in them.”
“I don't really care. It’s just a boob. You can crop it out if you’re that worried.”
“Okay…” He crops your chest out of the photo and stares down at the photos once more. He's never deleting these. He sends three different photos to Rindou, not even bothering to caption them and turns his phone off, waiting for his response.
“Oh wait! Gimme your phone!” You hold your hand out as he hands it to you.
“What’re you doing?”
“Adding my number,” you hum and add your number to his contacts, adding a heart after his name. You’re never usually this forward, but you knew you wanted Sanzu from the moment you saw him, and you weren’t going to let him slip away. “Call me when you get home. okay?” Your forehead brushes against his and your eyes dart down to his lips, fighting the urge to kiss them.
“Okay.”
You give into temptation and kiss him slowly. Your thumbs traced along his jawline as you hum, almost lazily enticing your tongue with his. His hands ran teasingly along your body, cupping your ass and pulling you back on top of him.
The doorbell rang and you sat upright, cursing under your breath. “I’ll get it.” You press one more kiss to his lips and slip off the couch to re-dress. Your shirt was backwards and your pants were inside out, but you didn’t care as you answered the door with a cheery, “yes?”
Kakucho rubbed his forehead with a world heavy sigh and you instantly felt all colour drain from your face. He was with Rindou and probably saw the photos. “How can I help you Kaku?”
“Just…just tell Sanzu to come on, let’s go.”
Sanzu appears behind you,redressed, and gives you a hug goodbye, his arms lingering around your form for much longer than Kakucho considered friendly. You pull away and whisper in his ear for him to call you when he gets home. He nods and you plant another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Sanzu is about to deepen the kiss before Kakucho grabs him by the back of his shirt and tugs him out of your apartment.
synopsis: wherein you were forced to take care of your hungover ex.
warnings: rindou is vulnerable, give him a hug, he is also hungover
wc: 2.6k
notes: had this thought in my head for a while so here we are,, also special thanks to sky for proofreading mwa mwa !
“the answer is no, ran.“ you say as you pull the phone away from your ear for a second to adjust your hair.
“(y/n), come on. don’t make me beg.” ran scoffs out as he attempts to convince you once more.
“no, ran. he had it coming with all the alcohol he drinks. it’s a miracle it only happened now.”
“it’s not so much of a miracle because i can’t take the day off to take care of him. the club is meeting its investors today and it’s already bad enough we both can’t go.” you make a sound of indignance. “and how is this my problem? your otouto hasn’t been my problem since a month ago, ran. don’t start with me.”
you hear ran sigh from the phone. “(y/n), please just come over here and take care of him. i’ll buy you anything you want for the next month.” ran tries to bargain. you roll your eyes, knowing ran couldn’t see you. “a year.”
“a ye–?! fine. just get over here.” you made a noise of complaint, not expecting him to agree so easily to your terms.
“fine.”
to say that you had an unpleasant expression on your face would be an understatement. ran opens the door with a teasing smile as he gestures for you to come in.
“i got him to go to sleep, but do keep note of the bucket beside his bed, make sure he has a bucket near him every time because i don’t know how frequently he’ll throw up. also his meds are—” “by the medicine cabinet of his room. yes, ran. i know. just go.” you sighed.
“the sooner you seal the deal with those investors, the sooner i can leave.” you say under your breath, ran bites back a laugh before he shakes his head and turns around, leaving the apartment and his little brother in your capable hands.
a groan leaves your lips as you fall back onto their couch, arm automatically covering your eyes as you block the lights of the living room from your vision.
it took you at least 10 minutes of mentally complaining before you stood up and went to their kitchen, rummaging around for their utensils so that you could fix something to eat.
‘...do i look like an aniki?!’ you think to yourself as you rolled your eyes, saying nothing as you hear rindou’s footsteps recede from the staircase, it sounded sluggish, and you just knew that rindou was staggering over himself just to get through the stairs.
fucking hell. you think to yourself as you made yourself in view, rindou looked at you with half-lidded eyes that turned into a glare. “who are you and what’re you doing in my house?”
you blinked, jaw falling open, not knowing how to respond to the seemingly still drunk rindou.
“i, -uh…” rindou shakes his head, but he seems to regret that as he hisses and holds his head.
“i think you should go back to bed.” you say, not wanting to converse with him further.
“i didn’t ask.” rindou retorted before another groan left his lips. “shit. my head…” as much as watching your ex struggle was an entertaining sight, you knew that with the way he was shakily holding onto the railing of the stairs, it was just an accident waiting to happen.
with a sigh, you walked over to him, flinching at the way he dodges your touch. “i have a girlfriend.” he glared at you and you could feel your heart drop.
of course he has a new girlfriend. to you, moving on was the hardest thing you could ever have done, but you can’t say the same for him. so many women are falling in line for him even when the both of you were dating, maybe your breakup wasn’t a big deal to him as it was for you.
“rin–” “only (y/n) can touch me, so fuck off.” he hissed, slurring his words as staggered a bit, foot slipping from one of the stairs.
“rindou!” your arm shoots up to stabilize him as you help him regain his footing.
“let go of me… only (y/n) can… t-touch me…” he slurs out, his vision bleary as he tried blinking it out.
rindou has no idea how much he drank. a bottle? two? five? how did he even get home? well, ran obviously drove him home but how? things aren’t making sense in his drunken mind. he feels as if he’s floating and that he’s in some type of alternate universe, because how is he seeing you despite breaking up with you for a month.
“it’s me, rindou.” you say, rindou squints, trying to make your face out with the cloudiness in his vision, his body feels like it was under control as it recognizes your voice, he fell into a state of semi-consciousness, where he can still hear you but it feels like he was paralyzed.
“for fuck’s sake, rindou.” he hears you curse him out as you take his arm over your shoulder, doing your best to drag his tall and heavy body back to his bedroom.
he vaguely remembers walking alongside you, somewhat helping in transporting his body. but he was too drunk to acknowledge it.
the younger haitani feels his body flopping down the soft plush of the bed, your arm being squished under his weight.
“rindou, move.” you say as you try to take your hand out. rindou indeed moves, but not in the way you wanted. his arm shoots up to yours, a shriek escaping your lips as you were pulled beside him.
“stay.” rindou mutters, his arms encasing you in his hold. you cringe slightly as his breath smelled of the bottle of whiskey he probably finished, but you lied still, a few seconds passed and you began to smell his cologne, he smelled like himself, like home.
you shook your head at the thought, knowing that this was wrong. the two of you were broken up, you shouldn’t be melting in his arms, but what could you do? it’s not as if you could push him off, — you could, but the real question is, if you wanted to.
you should push him off, you know you should, but you’d be lying to the entire world and to yourself if you say you didn’t miss him.
“rindou…” you say, hand already on his arm, prepared to push him away and leave him alone in his room, but it was as if he could feel what was approaching as he tightened his hold on you.
“please stay…” his voice was quiet, clear. as if he weren’t shitfaced, he tries to convey what he feels as he breathes in the scent of the shampoo you always used. he finds himself unconsciously burying his face onto your head. eyes falling into a close as your presence lulls him into a sleep he so desperately needed.
you lie still, feeling stiff as rindou’s heavy arms trap you against his chest, you can hear his snores leave his mouth, he unconsciously pulls you tighter, fearing that if he lets down his guard a little bit, you would disappear from his touch.
just this once. you say to yourself as you succumb into his arms, closing your eyes and finding yourself unconscious.
—
rindou wakes up alarmed. he jolts slightly as he realizes that he has his arms wrapped around someone. he blinks his violet eyes confusedly as he tries to make sense of his surroundings.
the younger haitani’s jaw drops as he inhaled the scent of your perfume, the scent that he craved to smell for the past month. he musters up the courage to look at his side, eyes widening once he confirms that the person sleeping next to him was you.
rindou was at a loss. he didn’t know how this happened, why this happened, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like that it happened. he sighs, pulling you closer as his stare burns at the back of your head, trying to memorize how many strands of hair you had because he was sure that things wouldn’t be the same once you woke up.
sleep for a little more. let me enjoy this longer. rindou thinks as his hand reaches up to yours, tracing every fingertip and knuckle.
all good things must come to an end, rindou realizes that a bit too soon as he feels your hand twitch in his hold.
“rindou?” you sleepily asked. rindou hitches his breath before immediately deepening it, as if it were breaths he took while asleep.
“i know you’re not asleep.” you say, you bit back a fond smile as his arms freeze over your frame. you turned, looking directly at his widened violet eyes, letting out a soft smile.
“hey.” you say, voice above a whisper.
“hey.” rindou says back, cringing as his voice cracks under the pressure he was feeling at the moment.
“you reek of booze.” you say as you crinkle your nose in disgust. rindou panics, not wanting to let go of you but also wanting to bolt up and brush his teeth. the headache he was feeling a little while ago dissipated, he now realizes that he was not dreaming and you were in fact in his arms.
“s-sorry.” he says, still staring into your eyes.
you felt overwhelmed under his stare, it was an effect he had over you and you didn’t know if he knew or not. you cleared your throat.
“so uh… can you let me go now?” you ask, rindou shakes his head.
“no.”
“okay then.”
silence.
three minutes and 48 seconds of silence passed, him just staring at your face, trying to remember your features and you looking away from his gaze.
“you should let go of me now.”
“no.” “why?”
“i’m scared if i let go, this will be the last time i hold you.” rindou admits. you sighed, looking down, eyes tracing the half tattoo that ran at the expanse of his chest.
“rindou…” you start. “we’ve broken up… it was mutual.”
“no, it wasn’t.” rindou responded quickly, “i only agreed because it seemed like you were decided.”
“then why didn’t you fight for us?” you say, voice sounding unusually small. rindou looked at you with regret, “i didn’t think you wanted anything to do with me. i thought you had enough.”
“rindou… i just wanted to see that you cared.” you didn’t know what to say, neither did he as the two of you basked in the silence.
a few more minutes passed before you decided that lying down was enough. rindou panicked, sitting up when you do and immediately hissing at the hangover that made its appearance.
“please don’t leave.” rindou says, begs as he looks at your figure that was getting up from his bed.
you looked at him, brows furrowed as if you were contemplating on something.
“i’ll change. i promise.” rindou says, “i’ll lessen my drinking, i’ll spend more time with you, i’m sorry i made you feel unimportant, i swear i’ll love you more than i ever did, just please don’t leave me again.” his voice wobbles and your eyes widen. from the start of your relationship with him, he’s never shown any sign of weakness. so to see him on the verge of breaking down was something so new. so raw, that you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.
“the past month has been hell without you, i… i didn’t know what else to do so i drank myself to the brink of death.” rindou looks down, “i can’t count the times aniki and sanzu had to haul my ass back to the apartment because i blacked out.”
“whenever i black out, i keep imagining that it was you taking care of me, so when i woke up and saw you in my arms, i couldn’t believe it.”
“rindou…” “(y/n), please. don’t lie to me. i know you still love me too. if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.” he was right. you knew to yourself that you’d be lying if you said you no longer loved him. but you didn’t know.
you didn’t know if this was just your emotions taking over your rational mind but you find yourself nodding.
“i do… still love you.” you murmured, knowing that it was pointless to lie, knowing that rindou can read you like his favorite book.
“then… please stay with me.” rindou says, hand reaching for yours, only for you to pull back away.
“you should go back to bed, rindou.” you say, standing up and walking out of his room.
rindou could feel his heart beat uncomfortably on his chest as he tried to stomach what just happened.
did you just… leave?
rindou again, was at a loss. he feels like was delusional, like he imagined the entire conversation because how did he just have a full on heart to heart conversation with you, and now, you were just gone.
he clutches his aching head, feeling his headache come back as he groans, believing that he just imagined that moment with you.
he jolts when he feels a wet rag on his forehead, his head tilts up and he sees your concerned eyes staring back at him.
“i didn’t want to tell you, but you also reeked of sweat so… wipe yourself off.” you gave him a teasing smile, rindou’s jaw drops as you sit down on his bed.
“i know that we didn’t end on… favorable terms. or at least, what i thought was a mutual break up.” you say, looking at the wall.
“but i can’t lie, i missed you so much.” you finally looked at him, your eyes showcasing the feelings you hid. “there were times i picked up my phone and almost messaged you, but i knew that i had no right to ask how you were doing, because i was the one who broke up with you.” you continue, feeling a bit remorseful.
“i don’t know where to go from here, rin. but all i know is that i miss you and i hate seeing you blackout drunk because of me.” you finish and it was silent before you feel yourself being pulled by his strong, shirtless frame.
“i…” rindou opens and closes his mouth, but words weren’t escaping his lips.
“can we try again?” “what if it doesn’t work out?”
“at least we tried.” rindou says, burying his nose to your hair, pressing a soft peck at the crown of your head and you find yourself leaning into his touch.
“i can’t let you leave here without trying to win you back.” he says, you let him hold you as you breathe in his scent.
a few minutes later, he feels you nod against his chest.
“okay.” “okay?”
“let’s… try again… we’ll be better this time, right?”
“right.” rindou promises, hands intertwining with yours as he pulls them in for a kiss.
“okay then.” you confirm, leaning into him, your lover. feeling safe in his arms.
“let me go, rindou. i’ll cook you some hangover soup, god knows how much you need it.” you say, trying to pull his arms away.
“just… five more minutes.” he says, “don’t wanna let go just yet.”
with a playful sigh, you smiled against his skin, wrapping your arms around his. “fine. just five more minutes.”
you think that your heart managed to actually stop beating when you open your eyes and see ran staring right back at you. his face is mere centimeters away from yours, his murky violet eyes seeming to be analyzing your face as you jump in shock, letting out a small curse.
"ran, you scared me! why're you up right now...?" you asked, drowsiness still trying to pull you back to sleep. "it's super late, you should be sleeping..."
"i couldn't stop looking at you."
"hah?" you blurted, your brain still too tired to be flustered. ran chuckled a bit at your response, (his slightly raspy voice from sleeping was far more attractive than you could ever handle) and pulled you closer, gently pressing his lips against your temple.
"nothin', go back to sleep."
"mm, is something wrong though?" you asked, tucking yourself closer to his body, (you couldn't help the fact that you were still woefully tired and just a little bit cold). "you love to sleep."
"hm, i'd say it's the opposite, sweets." he murmured, smoothing his hand over the crown of your head. "didn't wanna stop looking at you, my perfect (y/n)."
"gah, stop it...it's so late i don't even know how to respond to that..." you mumbled, shifting your face to hide in his chest. you could feel the vibrations of his laugh in his chest as you buried your face in embarrassment, his long hair tickling your cheeks a bit. "don't laugh at me, you're the one acting weird..."
"sorry sorry~ you're just too cute, i can't help myself." he gently pulled you away from his frame, his eyes finding yours and giving you a soft smile, (it was rare that there wasn't any traces of snarkiness).
"what..." you murmured, feeling as though you were under some kind of scrutiny under his gaze. you could never quite tell what he was thinking, and this was especially true in the dark cover of night when the lack of light in the room shaded his eyes in such a way that you couldn't read them at all.
"'m so lucky to have you. i think god made some kinda mistake giving you to me, but i'm not gonna let anybody try and take you."
"i don't think anybody's gonna try and do that, ran."
"quite the contrary. i think that there are many people who would want to take you as their prize." you rolled your eyes at his words, reaching out to thread your fingers through his hair.
"well i'm not planning on being anybody else's 'prize' or whatever...only yours." ran's eyes slowly closed as you cupped his cheek with your hand, his head unconsciously leaning into your touch.
"mm...that's good to hear." he whispered, relishing in your touch for a few moments longer. "all mine..."
"mhm. why don't we go back to sleep now?"
"m'kay..." you giggled a bit at the drowsiness that seemed be suddenly hitting ran, his eyes staying closed as he once again pulled you closer to him, his lanky arms wrapping around you and making sure that you were as close to him as you could be. "...love you..."
"love you more."
"not possible."
"definitely possible."
"i love you more. now go to sleep."
"no, i-mmph!" your words were cut off by ran's lips pressing against yours, his fingers tilting your chin up and effectively shutting you up, (he was so tired, yet he still had energy to do that?).
"go to sleep, (y/n)."
"this isn't over, ran."
"mm, okay~"
a/n: a little drabble b/c i feel bad abt not completing any reqs :( i hope you all enjoyed :3
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