Rohan Can’t Do Bets (Rohan Kishibe x Reader [Fluff/Little bit of angst, as a treat])
cough,,, yes,,, mayhaps I have been dead,,,,, and mayhaps this wasn’t the risotto fic I was talking about,,,, BUT,,,, it is rohan 😳😚🥴 I wrote this in celebration of the OVAs coming out. Very sorry, it is a shorter fic.
I hope you are all staying safe during this pandemic 😌 drink yalls water
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“Uh-uh, you’re done.” You spoke in a stern tone akin to a daycare teacher lecturing children.
Rohan was groaning about how ‘he could take another glass’ and how ‘he had a bet to win’ as you dragged him away from the bar.
You knew full well that your lover was a lightweight. He’d be two glasses in, and then boom, he’s out cold.
One look at his blush-heavy face and you knew he’d be passed out within drinking another drop.
Rohan was muttering profanities about the man who struck up a conversation with you, asking for your number.
Your boyfriend overheard, and Rohan being Rohan, he decided to fight for your love.
Again.
With a bet.
Because Rohan is just fantastic with bets.
Your lover wasn’t intending on backing down, sheerly because of his stubbornness and pride, so you decided pulling him out of it was the only choice you could make.
That’s how you ended up walking back to your hotel room with a very, very drunk Rohan draped on your shoulders.
“Just put me down..” Rohan murmured as you entered the room to your one-bed hotel room.
The smell of alcohol was stuck onto the mangaka, as well as the tint of pink staining his cheeks.
His warm breaths were heavy despite you doing all the work of carrying him.
You plopped the man down on the bed before cracking your neck from the strain of bringing him all the way from the bar to the hotel.
Rohan observed you as you made your way to the couch, your body relaxing when you dropped yourself onto the plush furniture.
He hissed, gripping his forehead. “Woooow, you’re not even gonna care for me..? What a world we live in.” Your eyes narrowed at his slurred words.
“I told you not to make that stupid bet,” You slid over to Rohan, slipping his headband off of his head carefully.
His hands travelled from your arms up to your face. “You’re always trying to one-up everyone.” You ruffled Rohans hair.
He scrunched his nose up at the touch on his scalp.
“I could see the way that guy was looking at you. I would’ve punch him if I had a chance.”
You rolled your eyes.
“That’s cute,” you teased, smirking as the mangaka knitted his perfect eyebrows together.
He draped his arms around your neck, shifting under you to make room on the king sized bed.
“You make me so worried, you know. You piss me off. You’re always getting these assholes’ attention... they’re always trying to woo you.”
His jealousy was cute, honestly. It was a side of him that he tucked away to the deepest corners of his mind.
“You know you’re the only asshole I’ll ever love though, right?” You poked, Rohan clicking his tongue at your wittiness.
“Yeah, yeah, and you’re the only dumbass I’ll care about,” he retorted sassily.
You exhaled at his comeback, subconsciously stroking his locks more, which urged the male to continue ranting.
“They’re always like ‘wooow you’re so cuteee. I’m desperate. You wanna go back to my inferior, trashy house?’” His mockery of the nice guy at the bar made you laugh, causing Rohan to smile, k9s showing openly.
“Even when I’m right beside you,” Rohan murmurs as he lifts his head closer to yours, “they keep on trying to make a move on you.”
The smell of alcohol was evident in his usually minty breath.
His arms circled around you tighter as he dropped himself back into the plush covers.
Rohan had a sudden switch in mood as he furrowed his brows and began grumbling, “he reminded me of that asshat Josuke,” he almost snarled, “even his hair looked stupid.”
Instinctively, you scanned the room, worrying about the pompadour bearing teen popping out of nowhere and giving Rohan another beatdown.
You then remembered that Josuke was two plane trips away from where you and Rohan stayed for the week, but you still prayed that the high schooler didn’t sneeze out of nowhere.
You shudder while Rohans slurring catches your attention, “do you think a rat king gave birth to another rat king on his scalp?” You placed your forehead onto his in an attempt to stifle your giggles.
“Honestly, though. You talking to those lower people is just charity work...” He shut his eyes, turning his head to the side.
His breathing steadied, indicating that he was asleep. As you were beginning to slide off the toned male, his eyes fluttered open. You were surprised to see tears welling up to his long lashes.
A shaky breath left his lips, “your dumb ass means a lot to me.” Rohan sighed, trying to blink his tears away.
His eyes were glazed over, and he didn’t like how his view of you was obscured.
“I’m just lucky to have someone like you, aren’t I?”
Lips tightening, Rohan sucked a breath in. You felt your heart swell with the newfound softness in your lover.
“I know I’m the best, and that I deserve the best, but you’re just...” he trailed off, leaving you wanting more.
“But I’m just what?” You pressed, Rohan groaned, “what more do you want me to say?”
“I want you to confess to me.”
Rohan whined, “confess? What are you, a priest? You wanna hear my sins?” You swept your thumb at a stray tear dripping down Rohans rose tinted cheek.
He melts into your touch, laying the side of his face in your palm. His now soft eyes stay focused on yours, as if he were memorizing every little detail he could spot.
“Tell me tomorrow, when I can bully you for this.” Fingers making their final run through Rohan’s locks, you jumped off the bed to change your clothes in the bathroom, but not before leaving a soft peck on Rohan’s cheek.
Your absence left the male alone with his thoughts.
Rohan ran his hand across his chest, up to his scalp, trying to imitate the way your fingers would ruffle through his hair.
No matter how he tried to copy it, your touch to his skin was unique.
He found himself tearing up again.
“I wanted to tell you how much of myself I wouldn’t have discovered if it weren’t for you.”
His rambles were quiet, wary of you in the bathroom. He ran his fingers down his cheek before his eyelids gradually grew heavier with each second.