the rindou whisperer – reader x rindou
a/n: this is not very proofread bc i wrote it kinda quick so apologies if anything is very unhinged or messy LMAO listen besties nobody asked for this but i had no choice!!! i was reading these bonten hcs earlier and the writer said at the end that they HATED RINDOU????? and i took that personally bc i am in a civil union w his brother so i made this as an apology to rindou for the behavior of my peers please leave him some love in the reblogs enjoy xoxoxo
summary: rindou has a bad day but do not fear, you are here!!!! just some mfn annoying sweet bf rindou
content: mentions of alcohol and lots of cursing i'm sorry bout that!!!
word count: 1k (1,001 to be exact how crazy lol)
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you brace yourself at the door to rindou's apartment on the top floor. after work you had excitedly texted him asking if he wanted to get dinner to celebrate the start of the weekend, or if he'd like you to pick something up and come over. the response you received was: "idk i had a shit fuckin day come over if you want"
you decide to use the key he had given you instead of knocking and risking incurring rindou's wrath, especially since he'd already told you he was in bad mood.
rindou was like a wild animal sometimes, when he felt angry or scared or cornered, he lashed out. but, after nine months of dating him, you liked to think that you had become a master in dealing with his frequent mood swings and unpredictability. you were the fucking rindou whisperer.
once you're inside the apartment, you spot him lying on the couch with one arm draped over his eyes. he's so still you aren't sure if he's even awake. you watch him intently as you shut the front door, searching for any sign that he's heard you come in.
he huffs out a sigh. so far so good.
before you say a word you head straight to his kitchen and get a beer from the fridge for him. "i don't want that," he calls from the couch behind you, following the sound of the refrigerator door closing.
"maybe it's for me," you reply simply. he says nothing.
you kick off your shoes and climb onto the couch, folding yourself neatly to fit in the space between his outstretched legs. his arm falls away from his face so he can scowl at you.
"do you have to sit so fucking close?"
"yeah, i do," you spit back, narrowing your eyes at him.
despite growing up being on seemingly equal footing with his older brother, he still managed to feel like he was living in his shadow. ran was older, taller, and more assertive. he knew how to be charming and funny and how to get shit done. people liked and respected him but more importantly, they feared him.
rindou longed to be seen like his brother was. he fought, he killed, he strategized, and as he and ran climbed the ranks of the tokyo delinquent scene, he reveled in the respect his subordinates were forced to show him. and, once he realized they were afraid of him, he reveled in that, too.
but rin realized how much it had gone to his head when he met you. it had been infuriating to speak to you. you weren't a member of bonten, or any gang for that matter. you weren't involved in his world at all. and as such, you didn't have to show him the same forced respect that he expected from everyone else. you talked back, you teased him, you dared to challenge him, and he fucking hated it for a while. but for some reason, it was humbling for him. it brought him back down to earth. so he kept seeing you and pretty soon, the way you acted around him became grounding. sometimes, it was honestly kind of sexy.
"sit up," you pat his thigh. "come on."
your stubborn boyfriend stares back at you without moving. you wonder just how difficult he's going to be today.
"rin," you let yourself whine the tiniest bit, frowning at him.
with a melodramatic eyeroll he plants his hands on the couch cushions and lifts himself up. because of how you chose to sit on the couch, you're practically in his lap once he's seated upright.
"i still don't want the fuckin' beer," he snarls. now it's your turn to roll your eyes. you take a sip and push it into his hands. he places it onto the table.
"why was your day shit?" you ask, tucking some lavender strands of hair out of his face. he shakes his head to deter you, "i don't want to talk about it. just generally shitty."
"would all the chinese food i brought you from that spot you love down the street help at all?"
the corner of his mouth turns up the slightest bit as he exhales through his nose in something resembling a laugh.
"oh, there he is," you say fondly, stroking his cheek. he leans into the touch, telling you that the big angry gang boss part of him was slowly losing steam. you lean in to kiss his cheek. he places a hand behind your head, holding you there next to his face and turning so your lips meet his own.
he presses his forehead against yours and mumbles a quiet, "sorry... for being a dick."
"you're not a dick," you cup his cheek and kiss him once more. "you just had a bad day. nothing i haven't seen before."
"you see it a lot, though," he sighs heavily, seeking out your hands with his in your lap.
"i don't mind."
"how?" he pulls away, grimacing.
"because i'm in love with you, stupid."
rindou smiles again, sheepish and genuine, at the way you say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. his charming smile, the way he's looking at you. you know he's feeling better.
you reach for him and he lets you hug around his middle and lay him back. now you're both horizontal on the couch, your cheek to rindou's chest. he feels comforted by the weight of your body against his.
"is today still shit?" you ask teasingly when he starts to run his hands up and down your back.
"shut up."
"fuck you, you feel better now. be sweet to me."
"today isn't shit now that you're here," he mumbles quietly. "everything's a lot better when you're around."
"and you love me?"
"yeah, i love you."
and despite the big goofy grin on his face, and the fact that you can't actually see his face at all, you're sure that he's rolling his eyes.
