#rindou x reader

[velvettesbowtique]

Patching rindou up after he comes back home late

-rindou haitani/f!reader, mentions of blood&injury, pregnant!reader, bonten timeline, ooc.

-i hold tr so dearly to my heart i love it sm<3

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Its been a shitty day all round for rindou, first his asshole of an older brother racked up way too big of a tab at one of the strip club he frequents– which he called rindou to clear then sanzu decided it would be nice to "interrogate" a few traitors in broad daylight and of course once that deranged idiot was done he came up to rindou and asked him to get it cleaned up which was another headache in itself entirely and to top it all off he absolutely got his ass handed to him when some deal with another organization went wrong. All he wanted to do right now was to get home, pour himself some whiskey and make sure you're okay.

Theres nothing more rindou hates then leaving you alone- especially when you're deep in the pregnancy trenches but sometimes he just has to do what he has to do

He pulled up into the driveway the gravel crunches underneath the weight of his car, after parking in the garage he makes his way to the front door, entering the code on the security system which is followed by two short beeps the door unlocks and he steps into the house, its exactly how he expects it look at this hour, dim a little messy and that fat raspberry scented candle you love just recently put out

He loosens his tie, shrugs off his blazer and slips his work shoes off.

He stands in the entrance for a little while with his hands on his face just trying to center himself, its late– around 4am. His injuries are starting to scab over and the ache was starting to dull leaving him with two things to do

1-clean himself up

2-check up on you

He was just about to go to the kitchen and pour himself a glass of whatever before he saw you waddling down the stairs with one hand over your bump and the other just barely gripping the railing

"Rin, you're back" a drowsy smile graces your features, "missed you"

He walks over to you almost instantly, walking up the remaining stairs "i missed you too baby, m'sorry things got annoying today wanted to be back earlier I swear" he rests his hands on your bump and smiles feeling the slightest bit of movement from the baby "did you wait up for me?"

"Sorta.. i think I was dozing off when I heard you come in"

His hands move to cradle your face "silly woman, should've stayed asleep" he caresses your cheeks contemplating on wether to kiss you or not but decided against it considering he needs to clean up first

"Get back in bed okay? I'll clean up and join you once I'm done"

"I wanna help though.. looks like you had a pretty shitty day anyways" your eyes rake over his slightly disheveled appearance, a slight frown graces your face as you take notice of the bruises and scrapes‐ you've seen worse but he promised you from the very second you two found out you were expecting that he'd be more careful.

"Just let me help you" After that you practically drag him upstairs and into your shared bedroom having him sit on the edge of the bed while you get a warm bath running, you resisted the urge to add a bathbomb and a few drops of essential oil in fear of one of his wounds getting infected. Once the tub is mostly full you drag him into the bathroom.

"Strip and get in."

"W-what?"

"Oh my days. Just get in the bathtub already you potato"

"Oh.."

He peels his clothes off while you start to fetch some antiseptic and some bandages

"Take a bath first, even though its tempting dont soak too long, okay?"

"Right, right.. you aren’t gonna join me?"

"I'll unfortunately have to pass up on the opportunity this time round. The water isn't too hot right?"

He shakes his head no and sinks further into the tub, his muscles were finally becoming more relaxed thanks to the warm water albeit there was light sting from his wounds he could care less about

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"Oh my god! Sit still you idiot, dont you know its wrong to inconvenience pregnant women, let alone your pregnant wife!"

"If you want me to stay still then quit using that much antiseptic on me! Fuckin stings like crazy!"

"Oh please, you'll live! Now sit still if you dont wanna end up sleeping in your car"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Dont test me haitani."

After a little bit of childish banter and holding him down hes properly patched up.

If you were to ask rindou what he would personally do with these wounds he'd probably just let them scab over without ever cleaning them which gave you the major ick(rightfully so) so you always made sure to patch him up no matter how late or early he comes back.

Now the both of you are in bed all cozy and in eachothers embrace, one of his hands are rubbing soft circles onto your baby bump and the other one is cradling the back of your head.

Hes never been more relaxed in recent times so hes obviously been needing this a long time coming.

[Do not feed my work into ai please and thank you]

(Got really lazy writing the ending lol, three fics in a week phew)

[lilbachi]

PLACES WE WON'T WALK... ft. rindou haitani

a/n: this was inspired by this post by @softshuji i loved it so so much please check out her post because it was fantastic ♡

i often think about how we as writers romanticize the tr characters and having a gangster boyfriend but when reality settles in... i love those of us who acknowledge how unlikely it is that they would give up gang life for a partner (or that a partner would ever come first to gang life)

genre: f!reader, angst no comfort 💀

rindou's enamored with you– but he knows he can't keep you for long. you have your whole life ahead of you. you're smart and you'll go far in your career. you've always gotten good grades. he could have passed, maybe even been at the top of his classes if he wanted to, but he hardly came to school, and when he did he was always slightly buzzed or toughing through a hangover.

you want him to do well, you want him to succeed, and he'll sit through those study sessions with you. really, though, he knows it's pointless– he's not going to be a salaryman. he's already in talks with mikey about joining something bigger, something he knows he knows he has to sell his soul to. he just hasn't told you yet.

he has to break it off with you soon. he just can't bring himself to. you're too perfect. you might be the best thing that's ever happened to him, maybe even the best thing that ever will happen. is it wrong to want to hold you a little longer? he knows he promised to marry you that one summer you spent in hokkaido. you thought he was drunk but really he was perfectly sober, having come down from his high more than an hour before. something about those lavender fields were so romantic, he just thought maybe that moment would have been a perfect spot to propose– but even then he knew it was wishful thinking.

you joked once about what to name your kids and he said he wanted to name it after nogueira. you punched him in the arm and rolled your eyes. he thought about it quite seriously after that day, and that's how he realized the truth. there's no way he can marry you like this. there's no way he can marry anyone like this, knowing the path he's going down. he's going to hell, and he's not dragging you with him. how could he?

but is it wrong to want to hold onto you a just little longer?

tonight, he's watching you with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, clinging to you just a little closer. you're in your pajamas in the kitchen stirring miso soup. he's setting dinner plates for two, thinking about how you'll make a perfect wife one day to a husband who isn't him.

© LILBACHI 2026

[softshuji]

Thinking about Tenjiku rindou today.

Doesn't really want to be in a gang much. He loves the fighting side- he'll throw hands for the fun of it but he finds the meetings dull and boring and to be honest, he thinks most of gang life is posturing anyways. A bunch of guys in a metaphorical dick measuring contest.

But he'd never let anyone hear him say that.

He loves music. He loves his girlfriend. He loves chowing down a steak and he loves training- fighting aside. He could do amateur boxing he thinks, in another world where becoming famous wouldn't be a burden. He loves taking his girlfriend out and he pretends he's annoyed when she asks for a selfie or takes a picture and says there's this new place she wants to try but he hopes she knows that his annoyance is just a facade. He'd kill to experience those days out with her more than once. He replays them often and ran throws a pillow at him to pull him from his daydreams.

He thinks about that life he won't have often. He won't get married (he knows this) and he thinks often of breaking it off with you. He tells himself he's holding on a little while longer , just to enjoy it. He won't be a famous DJ or boxer - hell he'll be tied to this gang life forever.

In another life, maybe things could be different .

[monochromaticbeans]

Rindou

You never stopped choosing him

(230 words)

Rindou, who starts every morning by asking if you slept well before he even checks his phone.

Rindou, who still rolls his eyes when you fuss over him, but quietly starts doing the same things for you.

Rindou, who has long since stopped pretending your side of the closet is "temporary."

Rindou, who texts Ran that he'll be late because he's making breakfast. Ran responds with, "Didn't know being domestic was contagious."

Rindou, who still leans against doorframes with that familiar smirk, except now it's because he likes watching you exist for a minute before saying good morning.

Rindou, who doesn't say "I love you" every day. He doesn't have to. He remembers how you take your coffee, keeps your favorite snacks in the pantry, and reaches for your hand without looking.

Rindou, who keeps a spare phone charger on your side of the bed because you always forget yours.

Rindou, who automatically slows his pace to match yours when you're walking together.

Rindou, who still teases you mercilessly, then quietly wraps an arm around your shoulders when he notices you've had a rough day.

Rindou, who doesn't think twice before introducing you as his partner. Years ago he would've made some smartass comment and avoided the label entirely. Now it just feels like the truth.

Rindou, who still catches himself looking at you sometimes. He's just grateful you never stopped choosing him.

🩵Tagging @plebbypebblepleb

[monochromaticbeans]

Featuring: Sanzu, Rindou, Ran, Koko, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Shinichiro, Kazutora, Mikey, Draken, Mucho, Izana, and Mocchi

(400 words)

Sanzu, who never once questions that you'd end up here with him. To him, this day isn't a surprise. It's the day the rest of the world catches up to what he's known all along.

Rindou, who spends the entire reception pretending he isn't staring at you. Ran notices immediately and doesn't let him live it down.

Ran, who somehow has everyone laughing during his toast before ending it with something so unexpectedly sincere the room goes completely silent.

Koko, who insists the day should be perfect. If anything goes wrong, you never hear about it because he already paid someone to fix it.

Baji, who keeps checking that you're eating between greeting guests. "You've been talking to people for two hours. Here. One bite."

Chifuyu, who forgets every vow he rehearsed the moment he sees you walking down the aisle. The only thing he manages to say is, "You look... wow."

Mitsuya, who waits until everyone else has left before helping you gather flowers and gifts. "The party's over," he says with a tired smile, lacing his fingers through yours. "Now we get to be married."

Shinichiro, who checks for the rings three separate times before leaving the house... then pats every pocket in a panic five minutes before the ceremony anyway.

Kazutora, who quietly asks if this is all real because he still can't believe he deserves this kind of happiness.

Mikey, who disappears twenty minutes before the ceremony. No one can find him. He returns with your favorite dessert because it wasn't in the catering order.

Draken, who waits until everyone has waved goodbye before helping you onto the back of the Zephyr. "Ready?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. The ride home is slower than usual. Tonight isn't about getting somewhere. It's about making the drive last a little longer.

Mucho, who doesn't dance, but the moment a slow song starts he quietly offers his hand. No speech. No fanfare. Just, "Come here."

Izana, who keeps reaching for your hand throughout the reception, almost unconsciously. As if some part of him is still surprised you're really there and wants to make sure this isn't a dream.

Mocchi, who volunteers to carry every gift to the car by himself because "I've got it." He absolutely does not have it. Mucho has to stop the tower of presents from collapsing twice.

Tagging @plebbypebblepleb for Rindou!

[tsukimirecs]

rindou haitani // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

asymmetry

heartbeat

best friend

too personal

passenger

reasons

in the fleeting moment, i feel like a normal kid

save your conversation for the basement

breathing room

birthday day

first snow

taste of you

plushie

object of obsession

honey trapper

see you at home

highway syndrome

the mess we made

the newcomer

3am

warehouse romcom

[mjg59]

Can you do a oneshot or just a small scenario of Rindou with a very popular in town and appreciated fem!reader? Like how does he handle that? Does that boost his ego even more, gets him shy, or maybe annoys him? Thank youuu

Popular girlfriend

fandom: Tokyo Revengers 

Characters include: Rindo  

Warning: mentions of harm towards other people, but not much.

A/N: Finally fixed it the issue. Sorry it took so long :] ‼️REQUEST ARE OPEN‼️

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I feel like it would be a little bit of all for Rindo, but he does hate that your popularity attracts people, and not just in the way that they appreciate you, but in a way where they ask you if you are single and would like to go out with them.

It does flatter you, but you love Rindo and him only, and he loves that about you, but it still bothers him because, yes, he gets jealous, but he would never admit that to you. He knows how it feels to be popular in town, but for a completely different reason, people like you and love how helpful you are and how you just carry joy with you everywhere you go, but then there's Rindo, who is basically known for bringing pain to other people and causing trouble with his brother.

People don't understand how you two got together, but you know that behind his scary front, he is very sweet. He buys you flowers and takes you shopping just for fun sometimes, and he buys you whatever you need when you are on your lady days, just anything he can do to let you know he loves you. Overall, I think he has a love-hate relationship with you being popular in town.

Rindo does get embarrassed when people come up to you and thank you for helping them with something when you guys are having a sweet moment. He loves you, but he hates that people think that they can just walk up and interrupt your guy’s private moment.

[softshuji]

Rindou is so first love coded I think.

You meet him when you're young and inexperienced and you like the same things and compliment each other so well. It's the new novelty of love that you're both chasing even if you know it won't last. Because it hardly ever does. But you don't think about it till it's the summer and you're moving away and you know that there's no real way to stay together in that day and age. And you could, if you both really tried.

But he's letting you go and you're letting him go because you're on the cusp of 20 and you know there's so much to life and he refuses to stand in the way of it.

And you love the dream more. You always have. He admires it about you.

You write to each other every few months for the first two years or so and then it stops. You assume he's moved on, he assumes the same. And you date other people here and there, still looking for that novelty in someone else.

You meet again a few years later when you're back to visit friends and you know you're both different people now. He looks older. Filled out. Strong jawline, long hair, bigger. And you kiss for old times sake. He remembers how you like it when he folds you in half and fucks you stupid on his bed, and you hold him a little tighter because you know it's so temporary. That you're doing this because you've missed each other but that's it - that you're bound by the experience. He sees you off for a second time at the airport. Knowing he won't see you again this time. Miracles rarely come around more than once.