Can I ask for Dice - 21 (in your time)
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Arisugawa Dice:
“Relationships aren’t really my thing.”
You remembered it being one of the first things out of Dice’s mouth when you shared a drink with him, raising an eyebrow at his straight-forwardness but not worrying about it. You weren’t exactly thinking he was prize boyfriend material all things considered, you had watched him bet his underwear on a game of marbles, but he was good-looking enough that you’d ignore that little red flag. Just having a casual adult relationship with a dude very willing to fuck you didn’t seem like it’d be so bad, some stress relief for you, you don’t know what he got out of him because you refused to pay him for sex (but you didn’t mind buying him a drink or two beforehand).
So when, exactly, did that end up with him in your kitchen scrubbing dishes while you were at work?
Ramuda and Gentaro were lounging on your couch, watching with amused expressions as Dice focused on the task at hand with a surprising amount of dedication. They certainly had never thought they’d see the day where Dice would even be inside a home as nice as this, let alone doing things to actually maintain it. They knew he had been seeing someone but Dice hadn’t given many details on you, seeming content to let it remain a mystery until he absolutely had to introduce you to them. They hadn’t pushed because they thought you were a flight of fancy but it seemed even Dice could commit if his heart was really invested in it (and there were some people patient enough to deal with his addiction).
“My, my, I never thought we’d see the day our Dice became domesticated.” Gentaro hid his smile behind the book he’d found on your coffee table, deciding in that moment that you were far too intelligent for the likes of Dice. Perhaps this really was a case of opposites attract…
“You make such a good wife, Dice!” Ramuda jeered, giving him his best innocent grin.
Dice wanted to argue back but instead just scowled in their direction, telling them to get out if all they planned on doing was making fun of him. He hated doing the dishes but he had promised you that the kitchen would be sparkling before you came home from work that day, knowing you had been miserable about having no time to deep clean it yourself. He didn’t like seeing you unhappy so even if it was something he hated, he would do it just to give you some relief. You had been nice enough to let him sleep on your couch before you were together and now that you were dating, he had been given the upgrade to bed without having to pay a cent. The least he could do was help you out in little ways that made your life easier, or that was the logic he used.
You’re pleased when you come home from work that night, a smile on your face when you see the sink was full. Sometimes he forgot to do the chores but he always seemed to hone in on when you really needed something done for the sake of your sanity. It made you think about the fact you really were lucky that he wasn’t everything that you thought he was at first glance, finding someone who had his own moral code to follow even if he was still a bit of an oddball.
“Remember when you told me relationships weren’t your thing?” You teased, laying your legs across his lap as you sat beside him on the couch. “Oh, how the times have changed… my little housewife.”
Dice could’ve gone his entire life without you meeting his teammates, but you had arrived home before he could shoo them out. At least you were alone now.
“Relationships aren’t my thing, but you are.” Dice nuzzled your cheek affectionately, seeking out the love he had grown used to; it wasn’t smothering or annoying to deal with, it felt so natural that he didn’t know why he avoided this like the plague before you. Though he knew in the long run that you were the only reason he felt this way, any other person… They just weren’t special like you were.
“How cute. When did you get so cute?” You pressed kisses to his face, “How do you think your friends would feel if they saw you acting like this?”
“Don’t care,” Dice grumbled out, moving your legs from his lap so he could push you down and lay his head on your chest. “Who cares what those guys have to say anyway…”
You patted his head lovingly, simply laughing in response to his statement.
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𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐔𝐋 — 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔
↳ cw: swearing, alcohol, suggestive
something's off.
rindou's been awake for no more than thirty seconds but he can tell—something's off. there was no dip in the mattress beside him. your warmth was absent from his hold. he couldn't smell your shampoo, couldn't feel the plush of your skin beneath his fingers. your spot was empty and cold. you were gone.
he shot up into a sitting position, fingernails digging into the threads of the sheets, strands of lavender hair sticking to the beads of sweat on his forehead. the sudden jolt sent a piercing throb through his skull.
"ah, fucking hell." he cursed, a hand coming up to hold his head. he squeezed his eyes shut and snarled at the uncomfortable sensation. every pound that struck his cranium was heavy and loud as if they were beats of a drum. why was his head throbbing?
"are you okay?"
soles of slippers dragged against the carpet, the soft sound accompanying that of your voice. it was loud enough for rindou to hear but quiet enough so as to not aggravate his ailment. his pulsating headache persisted but hearing your voice gave him a different sense of relief.
"where'd you go?" he ignored your question, choosing to ask one of his own. rindou dragged his eyes up from his lap to meet yours.
"the store," you waved the plastic bag out in front of you as you made your way to join him on the bed. stepping out of your slippers, you took a seat on the mattress at rindou's feet, tucking your own beneath your thighs so you were sitting cross-legged. "had to pick up a few things."
"i told you that i don't like you leaving without telling me."
his statement came off as possessive and overbearing, but you knew that it was far from it—in fact, you considered it to be the opposite. though it may not seem like it to outsiders, rindou's insistence on knowing where you were at all times stemmed from a place of love; it was his way of protecting you. your known association with rindou made you a target for enemies of bonten—and they had plenty. he worried for your safety and in an attempt to not bombard you with security details, rindou's one ask was that you keep him informed on where you travel without him.
"would you rather i have waken you up?" you asked, picking out the items from the bag and setting them beside you. you hadn't planned on going to the store but it was clear that you needed to pick up a few things, all of which were for rindou. pain relievers, a green smoothie, and honey graham crackers because you knew he preferred them over the saltine ones.
"yes, actually." he ran a hand over his forehead to brush all of the hair pasted there away.
you smiled at his bluntness. in the time you had been with rindou, you had grown familiar with his direct way of speaking; you'd even go as far to say that you enjoyed it. you never had to wonder what was on his mind when he spoke so freely.
your nimble fingers worked at opening the cardboard box housing the crackers. you grabbed a sleeve, tearing the plastic and carefully pulling out one of the brown rectangles. you held it out to rindou as a form of apology. "i'm sorry. i just thought you could use all the sleep you could get after last night."
"about that," he spoke, accepting the snack from your hand. he took a bite from the corner. crumbs fell from his mouth down to the sheet covering his legs but he couldn't be bothered to clean up the mess. "what exactly did i get into?"
rindou was having a hard time recollecting the events of the previous night. if you asked him how he spent the rest of his day after work, he wouldn't be able to tell you much. one thing he was sure of, though, was that he and most of the executives of bonten went out to celebrate a successful arms deal. everything after that was fuzzy.
"mm," you hummed, stealing one of the crackers to take for yourself. you mimicked his actions, biting a small piece off from the corner and chewing thoughtfully. "i'm not too sure. ran called me saying that you were drunk off your ass and kept asking for me. so i went and picked you up from the bar."
he swallowed thickly, your words sparking recognition within him. most of it was still unclear, but rindou could piece together a vague picture.
"c'mon, rindou, don't be a pussy." sanzu sang from across the man while holding out another shot.
he ignored the glass, opting to flick his pink-haired associate off instead.
"what's the matter? you lost your touch or something?" koko spoke up from beside him, throwing back a shot of his own. a grin pulled at his lips as he narrowly eyed rindou.
rindou scoffed, practically snatching the drink from sanzu and taking it down in one motion. he turned to koko with a smirk of his own. "fuck you."
the seemingly never-ending drinks continued to pile on for the remainder of the night. rindou prided himself in having a heavy tolerance, and he did for the most part, but as memories of him calling out for you flooded his brain, it was clear that he had overdone it. not once before last night could he recall a time when he'd gotten so drunk that he was virtually begging to see you.
your lips curled upward at his silence. it wasn't often that you found yourself in a position where you held something over his head. after the events of last night and his uncharacteristic behavior, it would be a waste not to poke some fun at him.
"y'know," you started, reaching for the pack of hangover relief pills. "i could barely drive home because you kept trying to climb over the console."
a smirk lingered on your lips as you tore open the small package and shook the medicine out into your hand. you hummed and pointed to rindou's closed fist resting on his thigh. he caught on quickly, turning his hand over to receive your offer. the tablets dropped from your fingers into his open palm.
"i didn't do that." rindou denied, tossing the pills into his mouth and promptly swallowing. his throat was parched and he wanted to blame it on the fact that he had just taken pills without water but in reality, it was because the information resurfacing was difficult for him to believe.
"okay, maybe that was an exaggeration," you laughed. his adamant rejection of your claim only made you want to tease him even more. "but you're totally a clingy drunk."
lilac eyebrows furrowed as rindou thought back to the ride home from the bar.
"rin, cut it out or i'll crash the car." you quickly slapped his wandering hand away before returning yours to the steering wheel.
a loud, whiney groan filled the otherwise silence of the car. "why don't you want to hold my hand?" you glanced over to see rindou's head rolling back and hitting the headrest of his seat. his eyes were squeezed shut but it was clear that he was frowning at your refusal of affection.
you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a giggle. was this the same stoic man you had come to know? it looked like a shot too much was all it took to turn him into a nearly unrecognizable and touchy variant of your boyfriend. "i do, but we have to do it when we get home. i have to drive now."
rindou turned to you with narrowed eyes but there was an uncontrollable grin of excitement tugging at his lips. "promise?" he asked.
you nodded. "i swear."
as if it weren't bad enough that you reminded him of that awkward conversation, rindou was beginning to piece together the moments afterward, specifically, when you pulled into the parking garage. if he looked down at his hand, he was sure he'd be able to feel the ironclad grip he had on you as soon as you two got out of the car. the thought sent a shiver down his spine.
"i am not clingy." he shook his head, partly to disagree with your words but also to rid himself of the embarrassing memories.
"hmm, maybe not." you played along although you had a clear recollection of last night. you figured his denial must have stemmed from a place of pride because if he had been in your shoes, if the roles were reversed, you were positive that he'd be pestering you about how handsy you had been.
"you're pretty dependent, though," you continued. there was one more interaction you were itching to bring up. "i'd even go as far as saying needy."
rindou fell back to lay on his pillow. he had a feeling your statement would mean more humiliation for him. despite that, he couldn't ignore the tiny bit of curiosity that nagged at him. "what's that supposed to mean?"
a knowing smile crept its way onto your lips as you crawled to sit beside him. amethyst eyes met yours, the brows above them raising in question. "you don't remember me having to brush your teeth?"
"open," you instructed rindou, poking his cheek with your index finger. he sat on the lid of the toilet, head lolling from side to side.
your simple direction went in one ear and out the other as rindou ignored your request. instead, he puckered his lips and leaned forward.
"we can do that later," you assured him, gently pushing him back into his former position. "say ah." you opened your mouth hoping that he would follow your example.
thankfully, he mimed your actions this time around. tipping his chin up, you began to brush his teeth. the process went smoother than the prep and the man stayed still as you cleaned each of his teeth.
"c'mon, time to spit."
you helped him up from his seat and led him to the sink. too busy turning on the faucet, you didn't notice rindou quickly approaching. his lips pressed to the side of your face in an open-mouthed kiss.
"rindou!" you pulled away, snatching the nearest towel to wipe the foam he left behind on your cheek and the corner of your mouth. he's going to be the death of me, you thought as you tossed the towel into the hamper. you spun on your heel to face your drunk mess of a boyfriend. "i said later."
"it was later." his words came out jumbled due to the toothpaste lingering in his mouth. the froth was starting to drip down to his chin.
you sighed. "just rinse, please."
rindou covered his face with his palms. his cheeks were burning hot; they must have been visibly red. he would have been better off remaining clueless about the previous night's activities.
"i'm never drinking again," he spoke through a groan.
"aw, i thought it was cute." you pulled his hands away and flashed him a smile. his rapidly beating heart calmed at the sight. "but you should probably set a limit for next time. you're kind of a handful."
he huffed out a laugh. based on everything he pieced together and your first-hand account, "handful" was an understatement. he didn't think it was possible for him to act in such a way but it seemed that even the inconceivable was achievable.
you patted rindou's shoulder. "you go shower while i make breakfast. unless you think you'll need my help in there, too." you jokingly wiggled your eyebrows.
he smirked. "are you offering?"
"god, you're shameless." your hand came down to playfully smack his bare chest. you jerked your head in the direction of the bathroom. "go."
you made a move to get off the bed and start toward the kitchen, but rindou caught your hand before you could leave. you looked at your joined hands and then to him. a glint of mischief passed through his wisteria eyes. "are you really going to make your clingy, needy, handful of a boyfriend shower all alone?"
the flustered rindou who might as well have been wishing the earth would swallow him whole only minutes ago was nowhere in sight. as cute as that unexpectedly soft and affectionate version of your boyfriend was, you'd be lying if you said you preferred it over the side you'd grown accustomed to.
"fine." you clicked your tongue. a beat of silence passed before you accusingly pointed your finger at him. "but i'm not doing all the work like last night."
rindou dropped your hand, opting to hold your cheek instead. "of course you aren't. i'm going to make it up to you."
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