angst with hints of rough sex. 18+; minors do not interact.
rindou likes girls who are loud like him. girls who have big smiles on their spray-tanned, made-up faces and a cheap beer in their hands. he likes girls with long, manicured nails that leave dark red lines up and down his back while he pounds into them. he loves throwing parties with his older brother ran and best friends shion, kakucho, izana, mochizuki, and yasuhiro. he loves djing for said parties showing off his skills while a tall, curvy, pretty girl hangs on his arm swaying her hips to the beat. he likes drinking and fighting, two things that usually land him in either a police car or ran's bathroom doubled over the toilet. rin likes it when girls fawn over him and only him. he doesn't like it when they fawn over ran.
he doesn’t like girls who are meek and sickeningly sweet ( he prefers his girls to have a certain bite or fire to them ). he doesn’t like girls who wear glasses or are shy and duck their heads or dodge out of the way whenever they see him. he likes it when girls scurry away in the opposite direction whenever they spot him walking their way. he lets out a snarky giggle or comment to their retreating bodies. he hates it when girls smile and giggle around their friends. he prefers it when they turn their heads towards him and freeze in place, faces paling and eyes shining with fear and recognition. their whining and crying grate on his nerves, his fists clenching and unclencing desperately trying not to smack them around ( ran's his mother's words ringing in his ears: “don't go hitting girls, rindou. they're soft, fragile beings who deserve nothing but respect” ). he hates girls who feel so much and are sensitive to everything around them. girls who cry when they see a child dropped their ice cream or tear up over a dog howling for their mother. he grinds his teeth when he bumps into a girl and she jumps out of her shoes and looks up from her phone. when he takes a peek at what she's staring at and sees a picture of a wet kitten being rescued by a group of people who saved it after it was thrown off a bridge, rindou scoffs and carries on his way.
he also doesn’t get why girls crying and screaming for him to stop whaling on their boyfriends, brothers, classmates hurts him so much. he doesn’t understand nor does he want to understand. he doesn’t care. that’s why the boy in front of him who accidentally checked his shoulder as he and the girl walked past is now a black, blue, bloody mess.
he hates weak girls. he hates girls who cry, who beg, plead, scream. he hates shy girls.
the only type of girl rindou will let stand by his and his brother’s side is a girl who has a good head on her shoulders. a girl who can give him a run for his money. can throw back good banter. a girl who can hold her own in a fight. he likes a girl he takes care of herself. a girl who knows the streets almost as well as him and ran do. a girl who can take it in the bedroom and has the stamina and energy to keep up with him ( and ran when they go out patrolling the streets or get caught in skirmishes. rindou would never involve his girl in a major gang fight ).
one thing, though, that rindou would never do no matter what type of girl she was is that he'd never dare lay a hand on her.
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