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.
ᯓ tags│age gap (legal ofc), inexperienced reader, mention of drugs, possessive behavior, jealousy, smut, missionary, doggy, matingpress, size kink, manhandling, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, overstimulation, safe word, edging, choking, pinning, oral, bj, hair pulling, bdsm│word count : 5k
─ SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu keeps finding himself thinking about you during meetings, during jobs, during long nights. at first, he tells himself it's curiosity - then obsession. by the time he realizes it's love, it's already far too late. you're living in his head rent-free, and every attempt he makes to ignore it only makes it worse.
the age gap bothers him more than it bothers you. because he genuinely believes you're too good for him. he's spent years surrounded by violence, crime. meanwhile, you have a normal life, normal friends, normal worries. when he looks at you, it's like looking through a window into a life he never got to have.
despite his reputation, he's surprisingly soft around you. not in a weak way - just different. there are sides of him that nobody else gets to see. he lets you see his exhaustion. lets you see those rare moments when the weight of everything catches up to him. on nights when he comes home tired, he'll rest his head in your lap and close his eyes while you play with his hair.
he acts annoyed when you worry about him, but secretly he loves it. every text asking if he got home safely. every reminder to eat. every time you tell him to get more sleep. nobody has taken care of him like that in years.
sometimes he'll read your messages while sitting in a room full of dangerous men and feel something painfully warm settle in his chest. he won't answer right away - he likes pretending he's cooler than he is but everyone around him notices how much softer his expression gets whenever your name appears on his phone.
sanzu becomes ridiculously protective, though he tries very hard not to be controlling. there's a difference, and he knows it. he understands that you're your own person. he respects your independence. but that doesn't stop him from worrying constantly.
every time you mention going somewhere alone at night, he immediately starts asking questions. every time you take too long to answer a text, he has to physically stop himself from checking whether something happened to you. he trusts you completely.
one of his favorite things is listening to you talk. genuinely listening. you could spend twenty minutes explaining workplace drama, a movie you watched, a random fact you learned online, and he'd sit there absorbing every word. half the time he has no idea why he's so interested. logically, none of it should matter.
compared to the things he deals with daily, your stories are insignificant. but because they're yours, he hangs onto every detail. weeks later he'll casually bring up something you mentioned once and you'll stare at him in surprise because you forgot all about it. meanwhile, he remembered every word.
he develops a habit of buying you things whenever he sees something that reminds him of you. sometimes it's expensive jewelry. sometimes it's a snack from a convenience store. the price doesn't matter. what matters is that he saw it and immediately thought of you.
his apartment slowly fills with evidence of this habit. little trinkets, books, flowers. random gifts with no special occasion attached. when you ask why he keeps bringing you things, he shrugs and mumbles something about having money to waste. the truth is much simpler: he likes seeing you smile.
jealousy is one of sanzu's worst traits, and unlike some people, he doesn't hide it well at all. in fact, sometimes it feels like he doesn't even try. the second he notices someone getting a little too comfortable with you, his entire demeanor changes, his smile disappears, his patience vanishes. suddenly every little thing irritates him. he doesn't sit quietly and pretend everything is fine because everything is not fine.
he'll insert himself into the situation immediately, draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side, interrupting conversations, making it painfully obvious that he's unhappy. the problem isn't that he doesn't trust you. he does. it's other people he doesn't trust. unfortunately, when his temper gets involved, that distinction isn't always obvious.
it causes arguments more often than either of you would like. sanzu can be surprisingly sensitive when it comes to you, and jealousy has a habit of dragging every insecurity he has straight to the surface. he'll get irritated over things you consider harmless.
he loves domestic moments more than he'd ever admit. grocery shopping together, cooking dinner, arguing over what movie to watch. falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch because neither of you intended to nap. these moments mean more to him than expensive dates or grand gestures. his entire life is built around danger and unpredictability. with you, things are simple.
there are moments when he looks at you and feels almost overwhelmed by how much he loves you. moments when you're laughing at something stupid, moments when you're half-asleep and mumbling nonsense. his chest actually aches because the feeling is too big, too much. he spent years believing he wasn't capable of loving someone normally. then you came along and proved him wrong.
if anyone ever asked him what his favorite thing about you is, he'd probably scoff and refuse to answer. but privately, the answer would be easy. it's the fact that you see him as a person first. not a monster - just him. and for someone who has spent most of his life being viewed through the lens of violence and chaos, that kind of love feels almost miraculous. even after years together, there are still moments when he catches himself looking at you and thinking the exact same thing:
I can't believe you're real.
sanzu's addiction is probably the thing that scares him most once he falls in love with you. before you, he could ignore the damage he was doing to himself. he didn't care enough to stop. if he woke up miserable, if his body paid the price, if he spiraled, that was his problem. but then you happen.
suddenly there is someone whose face he wants to see tomorrow, someone he wants to come home to, someone whose hands he wants to hold ten years from now. he doesn't magically recover because of love. that's not how addiction works. there are setbacks, bad days, moments where he pushes you away because he's ashamed of himself.
but you're one of the few people who sees the difference between the ruthless bonten executive and the exhausted man underneath. you never treat him like a project to fix, you don't lecture him, you don't try to save him single-handedly - you just stay.
moving to his intimate side, sanzu is the type of man who worships you during sex. the first time he sees you undressed, he can't take his eyes off of you. because of his life, he is more on experienced so he knows what he's doing. once sanzu finds out that you haven't been with anyone before - he makes sure to take care of you more delicately.
he enjoys giving more than receiving for sure and can stay between your legs for hours until you physically can't take it anymore. sanzu hates to admit how much he loves when you're desperate for him. that's why he denies your orgasm quite often to see you fall apart under him.
"haru- please, too much." tears are falling apart from the corner of your eyes as you beg for him to let you cum. sanzu keeps pushing all the right buttons - he's circling your clit, hitting that one spot with his long fingers and licking your cunt nonstop. but then he suddenly stops to look up at you - you're a babbling mess, chanting his name like a prayer and begging for release.
you expect him to be mean about it - but he's not. he would rather die than degrade you during your most vulnerable state.
"you're doin' so good, baby, jus' one more f'me." he praises, his voice vibrating throughout your whole body.
sanzu has a staring problem generally - and it shows during sex as well. sometimes he gets distracted when he sees you, hair messy, face flushed, lips red and bruised and he gets so hard. when you also look back at him and hold eye-contact - sanzu takes it as a challenge and will not look away until he makes you lose.
when he's in a good mood - he likes to tease and make you shy. for example, when your legs are on his shoulders as he pounds into you, you're completely open for him. your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure, your tits are moving up and down and you feel like a mess.
"you look so perfect, baby- fuck, so tight f'me, yeah?"
your face gets even more red at his words and you try to hide your face in your hands but sanzu doesn't let you - he will spread your legs apart and get closer to your face - pinning both of your hands on top of your head and keeps thrusting in and out.
"don' hide from me, sweetheart- wanna look at you."
however, sanzu also loves when you're the one making him flustered especially when he doesn't expect it. he could be working on some documents and you suddenly appear out of nowhere, dressed in his clothes, sitting on top of his lap. at first, he smiles at the sight - his favorite girl showing affection. but when you start making out with him, trailing kisses on his neck and softly grinding on his bulge - sanzu's in heaven.
the papers are long forgotten as he wraps his hands around your waist and helps you move better - his cheeks turn pink like his hair and he gets all whiny and loud. "fuck- baby, you feel so good!" sanzu praises as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him to shut him up.
his favorite position is whatever lets him be as close to you as possible. yes, he enjoys everything you two do together but sanzu is desperate to hold, kiss and bite you. he loves hiding his face in the crook of your neck the most as he pounds into you, leaving marks all over your throat as he smells your scent, hears your moans, taste your skin.
─ RAN HAITANI
the age gap becomes a source of endless teasing. not because he's trying to make you uncomfortable, but because he finds your reactions adorable. every time you call him old, he gasps dramatically like you've mortally wounded him. every birthday becomes an opportunity for you to make a joke about his age and for him to spend the rest of the day pretending he's the victim.
meanwhile, he's secretly very fond of the difference in life experience between you. not in a controlling way - he actually loves hearing your perspective on things. sometimes you'll say something simple, something obvious, and he'll find himself staring because you've managed to make him look at a situation differently.
because he owns multiple clubs and nightlife businesses through bonten's operations, his schedule is unusual. he's often awake when everyone else is asleep and asleep when everyone else is working. yet somehow, he always makes time for you. if that means leaving a club early, he'll leave early. if that means canceling plans, he'll cancel them.
you're more important to him. soon you realize this man, who has entire businesses depending on him, keeps abandoning meetings because you asked if he wanted to get lunch. physical affection comes naturally to him. he's not shy - if he wants to hold your hand, he'll hold your hand. he doesn't think twice about it, doesn't matter if you're in public or not.
his hand is always resting on your knee while you're sitting together, his fingers brushing against yours while walking. his arm draped over the back of your chair. that's just how he is. he likes being close to you.
despite all the teasing, he's actually very attentive. ran notices everything. people often underestimate how observant he is because he acts so relaxed, but he's constantly paying attention. he notices when you're tired before you mention it. notices when you're stressed. notices when your smile seems forced. notices when something is bothering you.
the difference is that he doesn't always address it directly. instead, he'll find little ways to make things easier. maybe he brings your favorite food home. maybe he cancels plans so the two of you can spend the evening together. maybe he distracts you until you're laughing despite yourself. he understands that not every problem can be solved, but he likes making your bad days a little better.
bonten members are used to seeing ran flirt with everyone. they're used to his jokes and his charm. what they're not used to seeing is genuine affection because the version of ran they know is always performing a little bit. then you come along and suddenly he's smiling differently - more soft and warm.
rindou acts annoyed by his brother's antics, but secretly enjoys watching him be happy. the teasing goes both ways. if ran is spending too much time texting you, rindou points it out. if ran cancels plans because you're free that evening, rindou points it out. if ran starts smiling at his phone during a meeting, rindou definitely points it out.
"she texted you, didn't she?"
"mind your business."
despite all the teasing, rindou genuinely likes you. mostly because you're one of the few people capable of getting ran to slow down occasionally. he's spent years watching his brother throw himself into dangerous situations and seeing someone become important enough for ran to think about consequences is reassuring.
one thing about ran is that he absolutely loves sleep. this man can nap anywhere and once you're together, he becomes shameless about using you as a pillow. you'll be sitting on a couch watching television and suddenly there's a head in your lap. you'll be reading a book and feel him leaning against your shoulder. you'll wake up from a nap and discover he's somehow taken up most of the available space despite claiming he wasn't tired twenty minutes ago.
beneath all the jokes and teasing, though, there is a side of ran very few people ever see. despite his confidence, despite how relaxed he appears, he's not immune to fear. he knows exactly what kind of life he lives. he knows how dangerous bonten is. that's why he is always worried about your safety and it's a number one priority for him.
there are moments where you'll catch glimpses of the side of him very few people ever see. usually late at night when you're both lying awake in bed and neither of you feels like sleeping yet. those are the moments where the jokes fade away - where his voice gets quieter, he talks about things he normally keeps buried: childhood memories, regrets, fears. despite how confident he appears, ran carries loneliness too. years of it. and when he trusts you enough to show those parts of himself.
years into the relationship, he'll still look at you the same way he did in the beginning. still reach for your hand automatically. still pull you into his lap during movie nights, still bury his face in your shoulder when he's exhausted, still abandon important plans just because spending time with you sounds more appealing.
ran haitani in bed is something else. he already makes you feel special enough everyday but during sex - he makes you feel heavenly. oh, he knoooows what he's doing. ran is the type that talks you through it for sure. he talks, he teases, he does not shut up. no matter how many times you've gotten intimate - he doesn't fail to make you flustered and shy every single time.
ran is a tall, big man. he's also very strong and can manhandle you however he wishes. he does everything in his power to make you moan louder than before. he feeds off of it.
"like how I fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear from behind while pressing his chest down at your back. he's thrusting slow but hard - he goes so deep, you feel him in your tummy. ran slides down a hand to feel himself moving in and out of you. if you don't respond - he stops, cups your face and demands an answer.
"ran, please- don't stop!" you feel frustrated at the loss of an orgasm but once you do as he says - ran continues, pounding even deeper than before, stretching you out so much that your eyes roll back. his hand starts circling your clit and you start to see stars, release taking over you as he fucks you through it. ran haitani likes to take his time during sex. just like sanzu, he also edges you to your limit until you fall apart but he always leaves you satisfied in the end and it makes everything worth it.
most of the time you have sex with ran, you end up in cloud state. if you were shy and hesitant before, now you're babbling nonsense, begging for more - and he never disappoints. he loves to hear you beg for more, moan his name and be desperate as you leave scratches all over his back and arms. he is a masochist more than a sadist - you can slap him, hurt him, scratch whatever you want and it'll only turn him on more.
every time you do try to be dominant, you end up disappointed. ran takes it as a challenge whenever you get on top of him. he lets you have your control but as soon as you start riding him, you fall apart. he starts teasing you, whispering soft praises, playing with your clit and tits, pushing himself up to go in deeper and you lose all your composure. ran ends up rolling you over, getting on top of you and finishing everything on his terms.
"you did good, sweetheart, lemme take over now." he whispers in your ear seductively as he kisses and hits all the right spots.
ran's sex drive is high. he's freaked out almost everyday and can keep going over and over until you pass out from sleep. he tries something new every time you have sex, testing your limits.
one thing he does quite often is wrapping his big, large hands on your throat and staring at your expression while your eyes are rolled back, mouth open from pleasure. the sight of you makes him lose it every time and he has to fight his own body to not cum right on the spot.
ran loves, loves, loves eating you out too much. it always ends up with you pulling on his hair, forcing him stop because it's your third time cumming in a row and you're overstimulated. he frowns but praises you after for doing so good.
ran's big on praise but there are times he's too lost in pleasure and can't control what he says. "such a good slut f'me, fuck, fuck-"
another thing he does is pulling your hair. because of this, one if his favorite position is doggy because he gets to pull your hair and expose your soft neck to him. he leaves marks all over your shoulder and throat as he fucks you from behind. he also gets to whisper sweet praises in your ear and pull you on the edge.
─ RINDOU HAITANI
the age gap is something he thinks about more seriously than he admits. he wants to make sure you're comfortable. he wants to make sure you're making your own decisions. he never wants you to feel pressured by his age, his status, or his position within bonten. once he realizes the relationship is serious, though, he stops overthinking it and simply focuses on making you happy.
out of all the bonten executives, rindou is probably one of the least interested in public displays of affection. not because he's embarrassed of you. quite the opposite, actually. he values the relationship so much that it almost feels private to him - something special. something that belongs to the two of you rather than the rest of the world.
when you're attending events related to the clubs he helps manage and oversee, he stays relatively composed. maybe a hand on the small of your back while guiding you through a crowd. maybe his fingers briefly finding yours. maybe a protective hand on your shoulder.
the moment the two of you are home, he's suddenly attached to your side. he's especially fond of small, quiet touches. if you're cooking dinner, he's leaning against the counter nearby pretending he's not specifically there. but soon enough you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind and place soft kisses on your neck.
rindou often pretends not to care while obviously caring a lot. you'll mention being cold and suddenly a jacket appears over your shoulders. you'll mention being hungry and somehow food arrives. you'll say you're tired and he'll quietly suggest heading home earlier. then when you thank him, he shrugs and acts like it was nothing.
the sweetest thing about him is that he genuinely listens. every little detail you mention gets filed away somewhere in his memory. your favorite drink. the movie you've been wanting to watch. the book you've mentioned three separate times. you'll casually talk about something once and forget about it entirely. then weeks later he'll show up with tickets, reservations, or some small gift connected to that conversation.
late at night is when his softer side appears most often. the city is quiet. the clubs are closed or running without him. bonten feels far away. and suddenly it's just the two of you curled up together in bed. those are the moments where he'll actually talk about things. his worries. his thoughts. memories from years ago. things he would never tell most people.
jealousy is one of the few things capable of bringing that temper out almost instantly. unlike ran, who might tease his way through jealousy, rindou gets noticeably annoyed. if someone is flirting with you, he isn't going to sit there smiling through it. his entire mood drops.
conversations become shorter. his expression gets harder. and if the person continues despite the obvious signs, that's when the irritation starts becoming visible. he'll move closer to you without thinking about it. his hand finds yours. his arm settles around your shoulders. suddenly he's involved in the conversation whether anyone invited him or not - and he will be mean about it!
the worst arguments in your relationship usually happen because rindou has a habit of bottling things up. he's not naturally expressive. if something bothers him, he'll often sit with it for hours before saying anything. unfortunately, by the time he finally speaks up, he's already irritated.
you'll ask what's wrong. he'll say "nothing." you'll ask again. same answer. then three hours later he's suddenly admitting that something from earlier bothered him and now you're both trying to untangle a problem that could've been solved immediately. it's frustrating for both of you. he knows it's frustrating. he just struggles with vulnerability sometimes.
however, one thing about rindou is that he hates staying angry with you. genuinely hates it. arguments make him miserable. even when he's convinced he's right, even when he's still annoyed, he hates the distance that comes afterward. he'll sit alone replaying the conversation in his head, picking apart every sentence, wondering if he handled things poorly. sometimes his pride gets in the way for a little while, but eventually the need to fix things wins every single time.
rindou is also quite experienced when it comes to sex. he knows what buttons to push - he's quiet but focused. at first he won't initiate anything, afraid to make you uncomfortable. he's so hesitant during the first time but once he notices you're nervous, he becomes gentle and guides you through it.
rindou is much softer with you and it takes him a long time for him to get the hang of the relationship. before you, his sex life was pretty much one-night-stands. with you, he doesn't want to mess up so he does everything in his power to make you feel secure and safe. he asks you occasionally if you're okay.
unlike the other two, rindou is much thicker in size and the way he stretches you out feels heavenly every time. he's not much of a talker - all you hear from him are occasional grunts and groans. although, your moans are his favorite thing to hear.
rindou doesn't usually like to shut you up but there are moments when he gets the urge to push his fingers down your throat. it's not that you're being too loud- no, he could listen to you all day if he wanted to. it's just the sight of you sucking on his fingers pulls him to the edge.
rindou works out almost everyday so he is pretty built and strong. when you point out how amazing his biceps look, he gets flustered. later that day, he makes sure to show you how strong he really is. just like his brother, rin's also into choking - but he chokes you with his biceps instead.
you're on your knees and elbows when he thrusts into you from behind. he forces you up by pulling your hair and headlocks your neck in his big, strong arms. your back arches and you feel him hit spots you didn't even know existed.
unexpectedly, you and rindou get so lost in the pleasure, you have to discuss having a safe word. he could be eating you out, fucking you into oblivion and then making you sit on his face and all of a sudden, you're too overwhelmed, your body aching from both pain and pleasure.
speaking of face-sitting, rin is into every position where you're on top of him. oh, how much he loooves having you ride him on the couch after a long, tiring day. he still makes sure to help you move better if you get tired. if you complain too much, he gets a little "mean" and tells you to take it because "you're a good girl for me, yeah?". will praise you endlessly after you're done, though.
rin is a very touch-starved man. he likes to feel you close. 99% of the time he's sweet but angry sex with rindou is something entirely different. it usually happens when he gets jealous. when he noticed someone hitting you up at his club and he got genuinely irritated.
he obviously doesn't mention why his mood changed until you ask and that's when he loses all his composure - tying you up the to the bed and taking out all his anger on you. that's when he first realizes he enjoys overstimulating you a bit too much. he can't help himself the way he licks all over your cunt while pushing fingers deep inside you. your hands are tied up so you can't hold on to anything and you feel helpless and vulnerable under him but he's making you feel so good.
if you couldn't tell already, rindou would rather give than receive. but there are times, you want to do something for him too. rin's a bit hesitant when you first go down on him. he's the one that feels overwhelmed this time - the way your mouth feels so warm and amazing around him, the way your tongue moves around his tip.
rindou loves to manhandle and use his strength on you. your legs could be on his shoulders, you're so close to cumming and he suddenly decides to flip you on your stomach and push his dick deeper from behind. he also enjoys fucking into you on the shower wall, hands under your thighs while he's holding you up. he groans at how your walls squeeze him tight and bites your neck out of frustration.
his head rolls backwards from the pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you down deeper, reaching your throat. that's the first time you hear him moan out of pleasure. "fuck- jus' like that, don't stop-" he's completely lost in pleasure as you bob your head up and down nonstop. looking at you on your knees as you suck him off becomes his favorite sight of you.
you absolutely love it when rindou calls you his pretty girl . . especially during intimate moments, you’ll pur like a kitten against him as he kissed your sweet spots so gently and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
“you really think ‘m pretty?” you mewl softly.
“fuck yeah, princess,” he mutters, kissing your neck, “you’re fuckin’ gorgeous..!” and he swears by it. you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes upon and he’ll remind you of that everyday.
you don’t think you’re all of that, but hearing rindou say those words makes you feel one hundred times more confident about yourself.
“my pretty girl,” rindou says, biting down on your shoulder and earning a wince from you. “pretty tits, pretty pussy.. shit, everything about you is fuckin’ pretty.”
you let out a soft giggle, “guess you’re kind of lucky, huh?”
rindou nods his head, “yup.. luckiest guy in the world.” he chuckles.
“i’m pretty lucky as well, y’know..” you say.
“yeah? how so..?” he questions.
you grab his face and squishes his cheeks, “‘cuz i have the prettiest boyfriend in the world. everything about him is pretty.”
rindou scoffs and playfully swats your hands away, “oh, fuck off.. told you not to call me that.” he says, his voice laced with irritation. “i’m only allowed to call you that.”
“but, you are pre—” before you could continue your sentence, rindou cuts you off by kissing you and bites down on your bottom lip . .
“you talk too much, ya’ know that..?”
“yeah, i’ve been told.” you respond and rindou chuckles softly and you swear he’s the prettiest when he laughs.
he then touches your bottom lip with his thumb, “pretty lips..” he mutters and he smiles upon realizing you’re all vulnerable beneath him. his cock is twitching at the thought of his tip being in between those pretty plump lips of yours.
“instead of runnin’ your mouth, how about you show me what that pretty mouth of yours can really do?”
Contains: cursing, fighting, blood, crimes, shoplifting, smoking, petty crimes, beating gender norms, pickpocketing, and gang activity
A/N: Sukeban is a Japanese term for a "delinquent girl" or the leader/members of all-female youth gangs that emerged in 1960s Japan, known for rebelling against gender norms through unique fashion (like modified school uniforms, messy hair, thin eyebrows) and solidarity, protesting societal expectations.
Summary: Sukeban were supposed to be a thing of the past girl gangs that had vanished after their peak decades ago. That was why it came as such a shock when the two of them turned the corner and found you standing with a group of sukeban girls, laughing as chains and bats came crashing down on some gang members from roppongi, guys who were beaten black and blue.
They weren’t meant to exist anymore, yet here you were proof that the legends hadn’t died after all. You noticed them staring and flashed a sharp grin, tightening your grip on the chain before slamming it against the wall. The metallic clang echoed through the alley, loud and deliberate, sending a clear message that this was your groups territory now ⟡ ݁₊ .๋࣭
╰┈➤ ⸝⸝★ Tokyo Revengers ୭ ˚.
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Sukebans were all-female teenage gangs that appeared in Japan during the 1960s and 70s. The name, created by police, roughly means “delinquent girl.” These girls pushed back against strict gender roles and expectations placed on young women in a male-dominated society
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ They became known for modifying their school uniforms, sticking together as tight-knit groups, and refusing to behave the way society expected them to. While sukeban were involved in fights and petty crime, their rebellion was also about proving that being tough, independent, and female weren’t opposites, and you made that known by gang members of Roppongi
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Roppongi wasn’t supposed to change or have a new gang that challenged to gain territory in the span of a couple of days because Roppongi belonged to the Haitani brothers. It had belonged to them for years, even after prison, even after the city tried to pretend they were gone and it would keep belonging to them for as long as they walked its streets without fear
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ So when rumors started crawling through clubs and alleyways about an old gang resurfacing something people swore had died decades ago Ran had laughed it off. “A new gang?” he’d said, voice lazy, amused, smoke curling from the corner of his mouth. “In our district?” Rindou hadn’t laughed. He slowed his steps instead, fingers lifting to adjust his glasses, violet eyes sharpening with focus. “They say the guys from Roppongi South didn’t even get a chance to fight back.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ That night, they took a shortcut through the backstreets narrow alleys soaked in neon light and old grime fresh off shaking down a few idiots who thought they could try challenge the two. The city was quieter here, the kind of quiet that swallowed screams before they reached the street.
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ That was when they saw the bodies. Men lay scattered across the alley like discarded trash groaning, coughing blood, clutching broken ribs and shattered pride. A baseball bat lay snapped clean in half. Chains dragged dark red streaks across cracked concrete. One guy tried to crawl away when he noticed them, fingers scraping uselessly against the ground before his strength gave out and he collapsed with a choked whimper
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran stopped walking “Well,” he hummed, lips curling into a smile. “Someone had fun.”His foot nudging the body as the sound of girls laughing was heard. Loud and rough. The Haitani brothers turned the corner, and saw a figure of a girl who stood at the center of it all
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Your long skirt brushed against heavy boots, sleeves rolled high enough to expose bruised knuckles and fresh blood smeared across your skin. A face mask hid your mouth, but not your eyes dark, calculating, locking onto them the instant you realized they weren’t just more gang trash. Around you, girls moved like a storm
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Chains swung with practiced ease. Bats cracked down without hesitation. Boots slammed into already broken bodies until the alley echoed with pain and impact. One of the men screamed causing you to laugh as you lifted the chain in your hand and slammed it against the wall. The metallic clang rang through the alley, loud and deliberate, cutting through everything else. The girls slowed stopping their harsh assault of violence. Every ounce of attention shifted to you
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ “This is our turf,” you snapped, voice rough, commanding kicking the male body by your feet to the wall “So you better not come back or else we're gonna be snappin necks” Ran tilted his head, eyes sparkling with unmistakable interest, like he’d stumbled onto something rare while Rindou’s gaze swept over the scene the modified uniforms, the weapons hidden beneath fabric, the absolute lack of hesitation in every movement as his jaw tightened "Sukeban" Rindou muttered letting out a sigh
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran, on the other hand, looked delighted “Well,” he said lightly, hands sliding into his pockets as he took a step forward, unbothered by the blood on the ground or the weapons in reach. “Didn’t think tonight would get interesting.” Your eyes tracked him instantly
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ You side eyed them gripping onto the chain, the girls behind you shifted as one, chains tightening, grips adjusting. They didn’t move unless you did. Rindou noticed that. Hierarchy, and that you were on top of it all. Ran stopped just short of crossing an invisible line. His smile didn’t fade, but something sharper flickered beneath it curiosity possibly or more
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ “You’re making a lot of noise for someone new,” he said. You met his gaze without blinking “Ain’t our fault,” you replied. “We don’t need to be quiet for some stupid shit even at night” The alley went still for a moment, it felt like the city itself was holding its breath, waiting to see who would step forward first
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Then you turned away just like that. You slung the chain over your shoulder and walked past the wreckage, your girls falling in behind you without a word. Boots crunched over broken glass. Laughter rose again, quieter now, satisfied. You didn’t look back
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran watched until you and the girls following behind disappeared into the neon glow, his grin slow and dangerous “…Yeah,” he murmured. “She’s trouble.” Rindou exhaled through his nose, eyes lingering on the bloodstained concrete and the bodies left behind. “This isn’t over,” he said flatly. “They didn’t come back for nothing.” Ran chuckled, turning to follow him out of the alley to go a different way instead of the shortcut they usually went through “Good.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ After that night, the Haitani brothers started seeing you everywhere. Not close enough to corner but never far enough to miss
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Sometimes you were perched on a rusted railing behind a club, cigarette balanced between your fingers like the world hadn’t moved past the seventies. Girls clustered around you laughing, swearing, patching each other up with practiced hands. You watched over them with sharp eyes and an easy authority, exhaling smoke like it belonged to you
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Other times, you were quieter. Adjusting a torn sleeve. Retightening a tie. Cleaning blood from someone else’s knuckles with a gentleness that didn’t match the reputation spreading through Roppongi like wildfire and every single time you noticed them first
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Your gaze would lift, lock onto Ran’s, and you’d smirk beneath your mask. Sometimes you waved, slow and mocking. Sometimes you just tilted your head, like you were daring him to try something, but Ran adored it “She’s cute,” he said once, watching you snap your lighter shut with practiced ease. “Got bite.” Rindou scoffed, arms crossed. “She’s a pain in the ass.” Ran glanced at him, amused. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “She’s stirring shit in Roppongi.” Ran shrugged. “So do we.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ By then, running into them had stopped feeling like a coincidence. You were halfway down an aisle when you felt it again that prickle between your shoulders, the sense of being watched by someone who knew exactly what you were doing. The store smelled like cheap perfume and detergent, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You didn’t look up. You didn’t need to
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ You slid the pack of cigarettes into your sleeve with practiced ease “Careful,” Ran’s voice drifted from beside you, amused and lazy. “Camera’s angled wrong over there.” your hand stilled for half a second then you glanced sideways
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ He was pretending to browse, one hand tucked into his pocket, eyes half-lidded like this was the most normal thing in the world. When you didn’t say anything, he reached out and casually picked up a candy bar, blocking the camera’s view as he leaned in just enough “There,” he murmured. “You’re good.” you snorted under your breath. “Didn’t ask for help.” “Didn’t say you did.” He smiled, sharp and pleased with himself
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ “But it’d be a shame if you got caught.” your eyes glanced towards the register, the clerk barely looked up too bored and underpaid to care. You couldn't help but click your tongue placing the pack back and walking off. Ran paid for his candy, then without breaking stride dropped the cigarettes you put back into your hands as you walked past him leaving the convenience store with packet of pocky you bought
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ “On me,” Ran said lightly, stepping outside with you. You paused just past the door, smoke already between your fingers. You exhaled slowly, then looked at him. “You always stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?” Ran laughed, hands in his pockets. “Only when I’m interested.” you rolled your eyes but you didn’t hand the cigarettes back and took out the cigarette flipped upside down holding it up to Ran’s lip “Make a wish” the males violet eyes shining “oh?” Ran smirked and did a fake blow in the cigarette as you flipped it over, and placed it inbetween your lips side eyeing him "What? I was doing a favour in return" "Nothing" Ran shrugged as you scoffed walking off leaving Ran by himself
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ Rindou was different. You found him weeks later in the same convenience store, tucked into the far corner aisle like he belonged there, glasses pushed up his nose as he stared at rows of boxed hair dye with visible irritation. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing everything in dull white as the refrigerators hummed behind you
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ You stopped short when you spotted him there, brow lifting slightly. “…You serious?” you asked, tone flat. He glanced at you, unimpressed, then back to the shelf. “What?” You gestured vaguely at the wall of color. “You. Standing here about to read ingredients.” Rindou scoffed quietly. “Says the one who’s been staring at the same box for five minutes.” You clicked your tongue and turned back to the shelf. “They’re all trash. Half of these fry your hair.” “That one’s worse,” he said immediately, nudging a box aside with two fingers. “Too much ammonia.” You blinked, genuinely caught off guard. “You dye your hair once and suddenly you’re an expert?” “I bleach it,” he corrected without looking at you. “There’s a difference.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ You picked up another box and held it out between you. “This one?” “Cheap brand. Fades fast.” You shot him a glare, and he met it without flinching, expression flat and unreadable. “…You’re annoying,” you muttered. “And you’re stubborn,” he replied evenly. He stepped closer, reaching past you to grab a darker shade, close enough that you could smell soap and smoke on him, and shoved the box into your hands. “That’ll hold better. Less damage.” You hesitated, fingers curling around the cardboard before glancing up at him. “How long you’ve been doing your hair?” He shrugged slightly. “Since I was younger. Ran started the idea.” A small snort slipped out of you as you looked back down at the box, then you tossed it into your basket anyway. “Figures... your hair’s deepfried as shit" Rindou side-eyed you, eye twitching as you picked out a conditioning bottle, placing it in his hands
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ At the counter, Rindou added a box of blue dye to the pile without comment, barely sparing it a glance as the clerk scanned the items with bored efficiency
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ Outside, the night air felt cooler against your skin as Rindou tucked the bag under his arm and glanced at you sideways. “Don’t mess it up,” he said. You snickered behind your mask. “Worried about me?” He scoffed, looking away. “No. Worried you’ll blame me for that shit” You snickered for a moment neither of you said anything as you took the bag from the worker and stepped back into the street, the silence between you settling into something unfamiliar but oddly comfortable
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ The Haitani brothers soon started showing up more often after that. Not exactly starting a fight they were just… there. Ran would light your cigarette without asking, flicking his lighter that he brought around now and shut it with a grin when you took the first drag and on purpose blew smoke at his face to get a reaction that would usually fail
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Rindou would be closer than he let on, eyes always scanning the street, correcting your stance without touching when a fight loomed. “Your guard’s open,” he muttered once. You adjusted without comment, knocking a guy flat seconds later. Rindou huffed. “Tch. See?”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran likes to find himself enjoying watching you fight like you’ve got nothing to lose, bottles smashed, elbows driven in, skirts stained dark with blood that isn’t yours. He watches you with that amused, lazy smile, like the violence you cause is entertainment
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ When you continue to shoplift, he doesn’t ask what you’re taking or why. He just distracts whoever needs distracting, lets you slip whatever you want into your sleeves or waistband, and laughs when you walk out clean. He never tells you to calm down, never tells you to watch your mouth or your temper. That’s why you don’t snap at him like you do everyone else. He treats you like a loaded weapon dangerous, useful, and worth respecting
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Rindou is different. He doesn’t watch you like a show; he watches you like a fighter. He notices how you move, how you don’t hesitate to go for joints, throats, weak points and somehow he always nit picks it
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ If someone laughs and calls you the Haitani's girl or assumes you’re tagging along, Rindou shuts it down immediately, blunt and sharp. He makes it clear you’re not lesser or even a item. You’re your own threat but sometimes he steps back as you beat the shit out of someone close to breaking joints, asking them to speak louder than when they are bitching
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ They still knew exactly what you were. A sukeban a gorl who broke rules and gender norms with the same casual ease she broke noses, you laughed too loud, and fought dirty just like the other girls from your group
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ One night, after a scuffle that left blood on Ran’s knuckles and a new tear in your uniform, the three of you sat on a rooftop overlooking neon-lit streets. You leaned back on your hands, chain coiled at your side, mask tugged loose just enough to breathe. “You know,” Ran said, staring at the skyline, “people keep asking us when we're gonna make you an enemy.” You snorted. “You could try.” Rindou scoffed. “We're not that stupid.” Ran grinned. “Nah. Enemies are predictable.” He glanced at you, eyes bright. “Friends are way more interesting.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ You didn’t answer right away. Just laughed, sharp and fearless, pulling your mask back into place as you stood. “Don’t get distracted,” you said. “I’m still a problem.” Rindou stood too, cracking his neck “Good,” he replied. “So are we.” A grin appeared on your face as you spoke “Lets get icecream” “OH MY GOD YES” Ran grinned ignoring how Rindou face palmed
RINDOU is the lamest when it comes to getting to know a girl he's interested in and you can't change my mind.
you two meet at a club he djs at and inbetween breaks you talk over a glass of whiskey. holy shit this guy is as lame as he is hot. not lame in a bad way though... he is trying so hard and it's the cutest thing ever.
"i will have you know i make banger coffee. i could show you my coffee machine sometimes."
pause. what?
you just blink dumbly at him before bursting out giggling. and this dumbass just grins stupidly, so pleased with himself that he made a pretty girl laugh. it was actually an invitation to his apartment but wtv.
his stupid charm alone gets you into his bed later that night though. and he also shows you his coffee machine. turns out he really makes a banger cup of coffee.
Can we get a fic with rindou meeting reader and it's basically love at first sight🩷
“Man, stop being so fuckin’ loud,” Rindou said, groaning as he held his head — throbbing pain shooting through it.
Him and Sanzu apparently got into a fight with some other guys from a local gang. Kakucho was there to supervise, but everything happened so quick — before he knew it, the three boys were running for their lives before the cops arrived.
Sanzu was still full on adrenaline, “I’m itching for a another round with those fuckers, I mean, did you guys see—”
“Doesn’t matter. Whenever Mikey finds out, he’s gonna kill us.” Kakucho said as he interrupted Sanzu. “You guys shouldn’t have drunk so damn much!” He yelled at both Rindou and Sanzu.
“Are you guys alright?” You called out as approached the boys with caution.
All three of them turned around simultaneously and looked at you making your heart drop as they stared at you up and down. “Um, I was at the party and I saw everything go down,” you explained,” those other guys are clearly in the wrong.”
You began looking through your purse and found a small first aid kit, “you guys seem to be pretty banged up, especially you!” You said to Rindou. He possibly had a concussion because his head was throbbing, a busted lip and possibly other injuries throughout his body. You saw that his lip was bleeding so you licked your thumb and placed it on his lips, removing the blood.
Rindou heart started skipping beats. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t. You pulled him away to the side and started working on him as if you were his personal nurse.
Rindou didn’t protest or say anything, he allowed you to patch him up.
Sanzu bumped Kakucho and chuckled, “she’s so cute that he can’t even speak to her. What a wuss.”
“Could you talk to her without stuttering?” Kakucho asked.
“Nope.”
“Just shut up and let’s go.” Kakucho hits Sanzu upside his head. “I have a lot of explaining to do to Mikey.”
You apply alcohol to his busted knuckles first, causing Rindou to wince at the stinging pain. His hands are huge to yours. “May I ask what is your name?” You asked him softly.
“Haitani,” he spoke, “Haitani Rindou.”
You hummed, smiling sweetly and Rindou swears his heart keeps skipping over every adorable thing you do. “You should be more careful, Haitani Rindou.” You murmured, focused on cleaning the blood from his knuckles and completely unaware of the way he was staring at you.
He thinks everything about you is perfect. Your beauty and especially your caring personality. He’s never had a girl or anyone for that matter to care about his wellbeing like that. He always been the one patching himself up throughout the years so this feels different… in a good way.
His head feels heavy and his chest feels tight, but he knows that’s because he’s already fallen in love. Wait… Has he really..?
“Are you okay?” You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Before Rindou could say anything, you felt his head and he was burning up. “You’re burning up! I have more supplies and stuff at my apartment.” You said, pulling Rindou along with you.
Now he doesn’t know you from a can of paint, but he’s willing to go to your apartment and get patched up by you because of…
imagine making out with tenjiku rindou only for him to pull away mid make out session to take his glasses off before pulling you right back in OH MY GOSH-
(p.s I know I usually post longer fanfics/hcs but I can't stop thinking about this and I just NEEDED to out this out here 😩)
Warnings: 18+ content (allusions to sex), swearing
Description: The reader can't sleep because the Tenjiku members are being far too loud.
You had tried so hard all night not to disturb your boyfriend and his friends as they celebrated their recent successes in your lounge room, but as your eyes fluttered open for the fifth time that night, you knew you had to go and ask them to be just a tad quieter. Of course, you felt terrible because Rindou was being so considerate already. You couldn’t even hear the crappy rap music they were playing, just the echo of the bass through the walls, and both of the times that you were woken up by their chatter you heard Rindou frantically scrambling to hush them.
With a yawn and a small stretch, you pulled your throw blanket over your shoulders and shuffled across the carpet until you found your ugg boots in the complete and utter darkness. After a pained “fuck” slipped past your lips as you hit your knee on the edge of your bedframe, you slowly opened the door and stepped out into the lounge room.
It wouldn’t have taken more than a second before the boys noticed your meek, sleep-deprived frame cringing at the power of the lights while your eyes took their time to adjust. Most of them were strung out across the three grey couches in front of the television which was tuned into an MMA fight on mute, while the younger members (that Kisaki kid, his friend Hanma, Kokonoi, and Sanzu) were awkwardly sitting around the dining table behind them. Madarame offered you a short wave to which you responded with a tired frown, then you finally caught sight of Rindou sitting in the corner of the middle couch with his hand outstretched towards you.
“Rinnie…” You whined as you made your way into his lap with his arm lazily draped over your waist. Ran, your brother-in-law for all intents and purposes, snickered at the nickname, and the tone of your voice which was laden with exhaustion.
“Sorry, did we wake you up?” Rindou asked quietly, and then turned to the rest of the group, “I told these fuckwits to keep it down.”
Rindou wasn’t ignorant of the fact that you were wearing nothing but his shirt as pyjamas, and he knew well from the night’s earlier — and more private — events that your underwear were the barely-there kind. So, he was cautious to make sure that one of his hands was sitting firmly under your bum at all times, holding the shirt against your skin.
“If you guys stayed quiet I would’ve made you pancakes for breakfast as thanks,” you teased. Mocchi’s shoulders tensed in clear disappointment at your words. While all of them were fond of your cooking, Mocchi was always the biggest eater.
You pressed your lips against Rindou’s neck while they continued their discussion. His voice vibrated into each kiss you bestowed upon his neck and collarbone with a kind of intimacy that made you feel as though you were melting into one another. After a while of this, you began to doze off, your mind stuck in the in-between state of being oddly aware of everything around you, but not quite awake.
Rindou took one glance at the state of you, nearly asleep despite the volume of the room, and hooked his arms under your thighs to carry you back to the bed you shared. He folded the throw neatly at the end of the mattress, then placed you down on your preferred side, and admired the irritated look on your face which was made possible to see by the slightly open door.
As he made a movement to leave and rejoin his friends in the lounge room, you groaned, grabbed the cuff of his shirt, and pulled him back towards you. He was much stronger than you, strong enough not to be even slightly moved by your pull, but he was never the kind of boyfriend to fight your affection. He knelt down on the floor beside you with his hand rubbing circles on your cheek, already feeling terrible about how you couldn’t get to sleep because of him and his friends.
“What’s wrong, N/n?” He said lovingly.
“Come to bed. It’s cold. I want you in here with me.” You saw how Rindou’s eyes flicked back to the light emanating from the doorway, so you pouted in the sexiest way you could given how tired you were. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
The sleeve of the shirt you were wearing had — at some point, unbeknownst to you — fallen from your shoulder to reveal the lacy strap of a new bra Rindou had bought you. It reminded him of your underwear. Of how nice it felt to take them off earlier…
“You’re too tired for any of that, babe. Just go to bed, and I’ll come join you in no time, promise,” he said as he shook the images from his mind, knowing you were one blink away from falling asleep again.
“You hate me,” you huffed, and turned away from your boyfriend before adding, “You’re just gonna end up passing out on the couch like you do every time they come here. I’m gonna wake up all alone. You’re such a bad boyfriend.”
Rindou smiled softly, “Are you trying to guilt-trip me right now?” You turned back to make eye contact with him and nodded. “Fine.”
For a moment, he disappeared into the lounge room. You could hear Ran making fun of him for being “absolutely whipped”, and Izana telling him to “man up”, but you were already beginning to feel your eyelids getting heavier, so you didn’t care much to go out and defend him. When he returned, he took off his shirt and pulled on a pair of trackpants, and then crawled into bed beside you.
Content to have gotten all you wanted from Rindou, you traced the tattoos on his torso until you were so exhausted you could no longer hold your hand up.
“I will make it worth your while,” you yawned as you rested your head on his chest and let him run his hands over your hair, “Just… In the morning when I’m rejuvenated.”
You closed your eyes and Rindou felt your heartrate slow down along with the frequency of your breaths. You were snoring ever-so-gently, and he stifled a laugh at the irony of the fact that he wouldn’t be able to get even a second of sleep because of it.
