#ஜ˳༄꠶ RINDOU

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𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 彡 In which . . . Rindou keeps a polaroid camera on his window sill.

〔CW〕 — Flufffff, mentions of a cigarette once

〔AN〕 — Based off of @girlrindou 's masterpiece :> @okkalo here u go

Rindou has a polaroid camera that he keeps on his window sill. It’s an old piece of junk that he found, managed to get it fixed, and every now and then he grabs it and takes pictures on his monthly walks.

He loves taking pictures of birds, flowers, snow, and other natural things that capture his eye.

But his favorite piece of art to capture in those little frames, is you.

He clings to that camera when he takes you out on dates. Keeping it in his hands at all times, taking pictures of you when you look away, or when you crouch to pet a cat, or even as you run to the swings at the park near your house.

When he comes back home, he’d place those little polaroids everywhere, a few on the mirror in his bathroom, one placed in a small frame that he keeps on his desk, another one stuck to his laptop, and all the others placed in an aesthetic order above his bed on the wall.

He has captured so many of your favorite moments together and he can’t even begin to count how many favorite pictures he has of you. But there’s this one photo…

It was a chilly morning in March, sun starting to peak from beyond the horizon of buildings. It was the first time you and Rindou slept and woke up in the same bed, entangled in each other's arms. Warm bodies relishing in each other’s personal bubble, gentle kisses shared while half asleep, and sweet nothings whispered into crooks of necks.

Rindou woke up earlier than he’d like that day, but he’s still convinced that it was fate that woke him up because oh my god, how gorgeous you looked while sleeping in the warm rays of the sun that’s starting to flood the room through the thin curtains.

He lit a cig, rushed to grab his camera and stood on the mattress on his knees, smiling when he captured this peaceful moment in time. Your sleeping figure, half covered with the duvet, hair messily scattered on the pillow in the most perfect way ever, your lips parted, your breathing so slow it makes it look like time stopped.

Rindou lined the camera with his eye, he stayed like that for as long as possible, staring at you through the lens before finally clicking the button.

To this day, he keeps that picture in his wallet.

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𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 彡 In which . . . Rindou needs to know.

〔CW〕 — Fluff in the beginning, angst (im so sorry), f!reader, death, mentions of blood (one time), a cliff hanger if you squint + let me know if I missed anything !

〔AN〕 — I'm sad. And I'm really sorry for making you guys sad also.

Rindou was once in love. He was in love with cherry blossoms, in love with the moon, and in love with Spirea flower bushes. He fell in love with these things because you were in love with them.

He was only eight when he first met you, playing with small water guns with his brother. Chasing each other around the playground, the younger Haitani looked away from his direction for a little too long, only to bump into you, a mere child that wasn’t older than him by much.

He didn’t care much at first, but the small sounds of sniffling didn’t go unnoticed. Looking back down at you, a frantic girl searching for something that fell.

“No no no..”

Small hands patting down at the floor to feel something other than small pebbles and twigs. Rindou grew curious.

He wasn’t curious about much, he has Ran to explain things for him when needed, but Ran is long gone trying to fix his braid that got ruined from all the running.

With a sigh, Rindou crouched down to the crawling girl.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

Looking up, Rindou sees nothing but fat tears, puffy cheeks, and wet lips. The sight of such sad, doe eyes making his stomach jump once, “A ring..”

With the back of your hands, you wipe away your tears, trying to get a good look at the boy in front of you, “A ring?”

“A ring,” you confirm, “a golden one.”

With a hum from his throat, Rindou looks around with you. But with Ran cutting Rindou’s moment short, he had to go home for dinner.

“Sorry, gotta go.”

You barely talked, but you liked him. He helped you.

“W-wait!” chasing after him shortly, Rindou turns with an arched brow, “Hm?”

“Your name.” It sounded like a demand, but he would think otherwise with how shy you look, twiddling with the skirt of your dress, your lips out in a pout.

“Rindou.”

“I’m [name]!”

“See you.”

You came to the playground the next day in search of your ring, maybe also hoping to see Rindou. You like Rindou. He’s funny looking. But he helped you.

You walked around the area that you bumped into him, searching with your eyes as if your life depended on it.

“Why is it so important to you?”

You perk up and smile at the sound of your new friend, “Rindou!”

“You’re so loud..”

“Sorry.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What’s important?”

“The ring.”

Your smile drops and you furrow your brows, “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

He snorts at that, his lip twitching up into a mock smile, “I’m probably older than you.”

“How old are you?” Your arms cross over your chest, hip tilting to the side in a sassy manner.

“Eight.”

“Aw shucks…”

“Why is it important.” Rindou is curious, he wasn’t curious about much.

“I’ll tell you when I’m older.”

You’re so persistent, Rindou doesn’t like that, “Please?”

With a shake of your head, he sighs and grows impatient, “If I help you and find your ring, will you tell me?”

“I guess.”

“You promise?”

He held out his pinky, immediately, you link yours with his, “Promise.”

Rindou made it his life goal to find that ring. He would spend days with you, this went on for what felt like forever until you both suddenly forgot about it.

You both grew up to be the closest of friends. He grew fond of your likes and dislikes, he learned so much from you, and despite his walk into fights and ill doings, he still treated you as always.

Unfortunately for his known identity, you became a target of many. Driven by the greed to beat the Haitani’s place and only cause more corruption than there already is, Rindou protected you.

Until he saw you fall to the roots of a cherry blossom tree. Your blood painting the trunk of the tree. It was a cold spring night. And despite the ice in the air and in Rindou’s heart, he blushed at your warm smile, your breathless giggle, and your last words.

“Guess I’ll have to tell you when we meet again, huh Rin.”

Rindou was curious, he wasn’t curious about much.

He was curious about why he cried so much and why he frantically called your name despite your skin going cold, why did he hug you and whisper words he wanted to tell you on so many occasions and why couldn’t he protect you.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

Rindou dragged his feet across the tiled floor of the playground. It’s been a month since you left, a whole month of being alone.

He cried every night since then, “You’re an idiot. You broke your stupid promise.”

Rindou looked around the park, everything is so small now. And dark.

Always at home for dinner time, not allowed to be out past six in the evening.

He walks towards a small flower bush. Pink buds of baby petals, ‘Spirea’ you once told him.

“They’re pretty right Rin-rin?”

“You’re prettier.” He wished to say.

“I’m an idiot.”

The moon is out tonight, he turns to face it.

“The moon is my best friend.” You smiled a little too brightly for his liking.

“What about me?”

“You’re my favorite-best friend.”

“Can I be more?” He wished to ask.

He walked a little further, a glint of something shiny catching his eye as he looked away from the bush.

Rindou is curious, he isn’t curious about much.

He walked back to the bush, crouching down to toss with the soil.

Another glint, and gently pinching his thumb and pointer around a small object.

Gray eyes widen and tears threaten to spill as he holds a golden ring in his palm, the little thing is faded of color, but nothing a rinse in the water can’t fix. How is it still there? After all these years?

“You’re supposed to tell me now.”

He smiled for the first time in a month. And cried for the nth time this month.

“Rindou, what's with the necklace?”

Ran is observant, Rindou doesn’t like that.

“Just thought it’d be cool.”

The younger one answers, one hand pushing his glasses up his nose and the other spinning the golden ring on the silver chain that decorates his neck.

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𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 彡 In which . . . a simple tease can become a little heated.

For my lovely Abbie @bluespring-love

〔CW〕 — Suggestive themes, making out, highly descriptive actions (touching, kissing, and other things i think)

〔AN〕 — I love how the song has absolutely nothing to do with the prompt but it works-

"No stop- Give them back!" The sound of giggles sound distant to Rindou as he feels you get off his lap with his glasses in your hand.

It was supposed to be a peaceful evening. Ran is out of the house, meaning Rindou can peacefully enjoy some quality time with his beautiful girlfriend. But, unfortunately, you're a menace yourself.

Always teasing him about cute things he does, always addressing him as Rin Rin, that stupid nickname that Ran made when the brother's were younger, and always always always biting his cheeks for some unbeknownst reason. At least to him.

But in your defense, you can't help it. Your boyfriend is perfect. With his grumpy complexion, his chubby lil cheeks, and his monotone voice.

He always sounds and looks bored, so as the amazing and considerate girlfriend you are, you plan on throwing a pinch of entertainment into the cauldron and mix it up well.

"Attempting" to chase after you isn't that hard, despite his blurry vision, he relies on your laughs and the pat pats of your feet to navigate.

And it is his house, he can walk around without tripping with his eyes closed even. Chasing you into his and Ran's shared bedroom, he manages to grab onto your wrist. Pulling you towards him and pinning you to the wall.

Your laughs subside as he grumbles and takes the glasses from you. His furrowed brows, his reddened cheeks, and that bothered look in his eyes. About to muse out a tease towards him, but you freeze.

For some reason, you want to stop the teasing in this moment. You like that he's irritated. And noticing the position you're in, one of his hands gripping your wrist against the wall, while the other adjusts his glasses on his nose bridge.

He looks back at you and oh.

His eyes are so perfect, pools of lavender hills on a dull day. Greyed by clouds that hide the sun. Your knees weaken, clenching your legs together as you look up at him, waiting for him to make the first move.

And he doesn't disappoint when he pins up your other arm and engulfs his lips with yours, sighing into your warm mouth and inhaling the sweet essence of the chocolate you had earlier, so sweet.

Rindou's rough. He compliments you roughly, he talks to you roughly, he does everything roughly. Basically manhandling you whenever and wherever he wants.

So you're not surprised when he basically throws you onto the nearest bed and just continues shoving his tongue down your throat. He's addicted. His hands roam everywhere. From your hands, neck, chest, sides, waist, and below.

He's so good at touching you. Always giving you a good time whether he has a single finger dragging along the length of your neck, or a whole hand caressing your waist.

Your blood pumps with adrenaline, clearly aware of what's going to happen next.

"What the fuck."

Pulling away and freezing at the sound of Ran's voice. Laced with disgust and exhaustion.

"On my bed Rindou, seriously?"

And it's just then that your realize that the nearest bed to the door of the room is in fact property of the eldest Haitani.

Awkward tension sets in the room when Rindou drops his head on your shoulder and groans. Picking you up and going back to the living room. This time, throwing you on the couch and laying on top of you to bury his face in your chest and proceed to talk shit about Ran.

Speaking of Ran, he had to suffer the ticking minutes after his specific time for bed washing the sheets and replacing them with new ones even though you two were far away from doing anything, resulting in him throwing his baton at Rindou's head for causing all this trouble.

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