#Rindou fluff

[reissancesstuff]

hi, is okay to ask for a reverse harem bonten x reader, where she is the normal assistant and the guys fall for her and super protective?

A/N: YES absolutely omg 😭😭 your request gave me LIFE. I had so much fun writing this—thank you for sending it in!! The Bonten boys are down bad for their assistant and it only gets more chaotic from here 👀💗 hope you enjoy!!

“Just the Assistant (Yeah, Right)”

Summary: You’re the assistant. That’s it. That’s all you’re supposed to be. But to Bonten? You’re everything—and they’ll kill anyone who tries to mess with you.

You’d been working for Bonten for six months. Quiet. Efficient. Knew how to carry three coffees in one hand and whisper a full meeting agenda into Mikey’s ear without blinking.

To you, it was just a job.

To them?

You were a threat to their sanity.

---

“She’s too soft for this world,” Sanzu said one night, watching you help Rindou organize files.

“She remembered I like chamomile.” Ran added, eyes glazed with something dreamy and dangerous.

“She said my tie was crooked and fixed it,” Koko muttered under his breath like it was a confession.

“She’s literally doing her job,” Kakucho replied, annoyed. And yet, ten minutes later, he offered you his jacket because you shivered once.

---

You were the sun in the middle of their bloodstained galaxy.

Mikey didn’t say much about you. Not out loud. But everyone noticed how his hand would twitch when another man spoke to you too long. Or how your name was the only one he said without sounding dead inside.

---

One afternoon, a visiting gang member smirked too wide when you poured tea.

“Pretty thing,” he said.

“Back off,” you replied, polite but firm.

Then suddenly—his chair tipped, and his face met the table. You blinked.

Ran cracked his knuckles. “Whoops.”

Sanzu laughed a little too loudly. “She did say back off.”

---

By month seven, you started noticing things. Like the way none of them let you walk alone. Or how Rindou waited outside your apartment building “just in case.” Or how Mikey once ghosted a whole meeting because you had a paper cut.

You thought you were imagining it.

Until Koko cornered you in the hallway.

“You’re not just our assistant,” he said, eyes sharp. “You’re… ours.”

---

You should’ve been afraid.

But when Sanzu burst in with a bullet wound and still smiled when you patched him up...

When Mikey said nothing but stared at you like you were the only thing anchoring him to the earth...

When the others waited outside your building in the rain, because some gang idiot muttered your name on the street…

You realized something.

You were never “just” the assistant.

Not to them.

[evergone]

Sleepless

Rindou Haitani x Reader

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.

[f0ofishies]

bonten!rindou , you found out your little psychopath boyfriend.. was an actual psychopath. you should've known that insignia tattooed on the front of his neck.

bonten!rindou accidentally leaving his blood-stained gloves in the dumbest compartment of his car. Your first arguement ever– and a huge one at that.

bonten!rindou , who made you so desensitized on the topics of how he beat another guy with some bat– or even shoot people. You'd just looked at him.. your eyes. He knew he was in trouble.

bonten!rindou that still got you to stay with him, you knew you loved him, he knew that too. There'd be no way you'd leave him– even if he was a part of a criminal organization. He stared at you, he pouted a bit.

bonten!rindou , who was late from your upcoming date because he had this huge meeting. It basically escalated another argument like before. You were pissed off.. already sleeping on your backside.

"Baby.. don't sleep yet.." His back against the doorway, he contemplated onto whether to approach you or not. Long strides of his quickened pace on the floor was heard. "Mmm, my darling.." He confided in you in his whiny voice.

You felt his pesky hands, trapped between him. You grumbled.. "Rin..not now.." You buried your head into the silky pillows. He grumbled– and his purple hair slid over your shoulder. "Just hear me out.. okay..?" The desperation in his tone made you ache.

"What is it?.." You whispered back at him, finally letting him rest beside his purple gaze, leaning in to kiss your cheek desperately. "I'm going tomorrow..." "Where–" You interrupted as he shushed you, by the way his eyes fell You could tell it wasn't good news. "A mission tomorrow, It's going to be dangerous.. and I won't be back for a few weeks."

Your eyes widened at the revelation. "But–" Your hands quickly grabbed his head, pulling him closer. "Don't– don't leave me, not when our relationship.." You panicked, babbling on about how he needed to be here– to stay with you.. to stay together. You huffed– tears welled up in your eyes.

He kissed those salty tears away, you huffed as his thumb swiped at your eyes. "Mmm.. cmon beautiful.. it's just two weeks..?" "No..!" You spouted out loud. "No– you can't.. please..."

bonten!rindou chuckled, kissing your stray tears.. it was salty to him– he always thought how cute you were when you cried. But it did tug on his heart the way you just wanted him to stay. Another plead, a wail or even a cry.. he'd just stay, he really would.

bonten!rindou who was rocking his hips inside you, "Cmon, pretty.. put your legs over me.." He huffed when you didn't listen. Tugging at your calf– he hoisted up your leg muscle against his defined chest. He wasn't very muscular but defined through the years. Your leg straightened, accommodating to the stretch with no prep.

"Rin– no more..!" Your cries could probably be heard by the neighbors.. you've had too much sex with rindou. The neighbors already got the full show at that, you couldn't care less 'bout them. He suddenly picked up his thrusts, his hips grinding against yours.

"So good for me.. so shittt–" He could feel your walls clenching around him, he's pesky thumb rimming around your ass hole. Even as much as spreading it wide.. juices of both of you sliding back out. Such a lewd sight. Your face changed into an 'o' as he did that move, you were so familiar with.

"I wish you could look at yourself– you always make such lewd expressions when I do that..!" He murmured close to your ear, those redden ears of yours matching your eyes, he could tell it was too much. You could catch a glimpse of his adam's apple bobbing– that made another moan quiver right out of you.

And just when he finally bursts his load right inside you, he can't help but keep his hips jerking slightly. Hearing another whimper for you, his signature smile catches you off guard. Rindou was a cold man, but you always had a way to tug on his heartstrings. "Promise.. promise you'll come back, dont matter the things you need to do.." It earned a laughter from him.

"Come back? Baby, you know I'll always come back.. even when you hold that ring on your finger?" oh,, Rindou Haitani, that sneaky man, had slipt an engagement ring right around your finger.

[cfyslvr]

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 😩)

[leahrintarou]

✩₊˚.⋆ THREE MINUTES ! - rindou haitani / 10.08 / kinktober

CW: public "sex", fingering, teasing, they're best friends, female anatomy, she/her used, one-sided pleasure, that's all lol

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: welcome to the fifth post of my kinktober series! i hope you enjoy. leave a like or reblog to show support. (updates this week might be off or posted on a diff day since i'll be traveling somewhere with family. if not posted on the designated day, it will be posted eventually when i get back home.)

it took a lot of pleading, a lot of pouting, and quite a bit of persuasion for y/n to finally get rindou to agree to see a horror movie with her. he’d been reluctant, as always, keeping his usual stoic expression as she begged, a faint sigh escaping him after she tugged at his sleeve one too many times.

“alright, fine,” he finally said, rolling his eyes with a small, barely-there smile. “but you’re paying for the popcorn.”

y/n’s face lit up instantly, and she practically bounced in excitement. “deal! you won’t regret it, i promise!”

now, sitting side by side in the dim theater, rindou was starting to question his decision. as soon as the movie began, he leaned back in his seat, trying to relax as the ominous music set the tone. y/n was fully immersed, her eyes wide as she clutched his arm during each jump scare, gasping and gripping his hand tighter with every loud noise and flickering shadow on the screen.

rindou, on the other hand, sat unbothered, his expression unfazed by the attempts to frighten him. he shot her a sidelong glance, noting the way she reacted to the tension, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. she was so easily scared, and he found it endearing, though he’d never say so.

about halfway through, he noticed something different. y/n’s grip had loosened, and her eyes, while still on the screen, had a faraway look in them. she seemed to be shifting in her seat, her legs rubbing together subtly, her face flushed in a way that had nothing to do with the horror unfolding onscreen.

rindou quirked an eyebrow, leaning over to whisper, “something more interesting than the movie going on?”

y/n’s head snapped toward him, caught off guard, and she felt a deep wave of embarrassment. “what? no, i was just... i’m watching, i swear.”

he gave her a knowing look, one that made her squirm under his gaze. “right. because from where i’m sitting, it looks like you’re a little too distracted to be paying attention to what’s going on,” he murmured, his voice low, a faint smirk ghosting across his face. “did you really just waste our money on tickets just to get yourself all worked up over nothing?”

she huffed, crossing her arms in defense. “it’s not my fault! the movie got kind of... you know, intense, and you’re here, and...” her voice trailed off, and she glanced away, clearly embarrassed.

rindou chuckled softly, his usual calm demeanor breaking just enough for her to catch it. “oh, i see. so, you dragged me out here, begged me to watch this horror movie, and now you’re not even paying attention. that’s what i’m hearing.”

y/n pouted, tugging on his arm. “rindou, come on. i can’t help it...”

he leaned closer, his face only inches from hers, his voice a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. “can’t help it, huh?” he murmured, his tone teasing. “guess i’ll have to find a way to keep you entertained, since the movie isn’t cutting it.”

her eyes widened as he settled back in his seat, his hand casually resting on her thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her skin. she shot him a look, torn between shock and excitement, but he just kept that same indifferent expression, his gaze focused forward as if nothing unusual was happening.

“rindou,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the movie’s background noise. “people are around...”

he raised an eyebrow, not bothering to look at her, his thumb continuing its slow, deliberate movement. “you’re the one who couldn’t keep it together,” he said with a smirk. “don’t blame me for distracting you when you’re the one getting ideas.”

y/n’s heart raced, the weight of their friendship hanging heavy in the silence between them. she knew they were toeing a line, crossing into something unspoken and uncertain, yet she didn’t pull away. instead, she found herself leaning into his touch, the thrill of it mixing with a quiet fear that they couldn’t just come back from this.

she looked up at him, a small, hesitant smile tugging at her lips. “you know we probably shouldn’t...”

“probably,” he murmured, his voice steady, but his hand never moved. he glanced down at her, his usual calm exterior cracking just enough for her to see something else behind it—a question, a hesitation that matched her own. “but we’re already here, aren’t we?”

they held each other’s gaze, neither of them willing to break the moment, knowing they were treading dangerous ground. but in the dim glow of the theater, with his hand on her thigh and her fingers inching toward his, it felt like a risk they were both willing to take, consequences be damned.

"if you don’t want this, tell me now."

y/n remained quiet and rindou glanced at her, seeing that her gaze was already on him. she reached for his hand, her impatience making her guide him up her thigh a bit more. rindou's eyes widened immediately when we wasn't met with any sort of fabric at all, but the immediate warmth of her sex.

"what the hell, n/n?" he questioned, not moving his hand, but the flustered expression on his face said enough. a shiver coursed through her body as he pressed his digits against her. "please don't question it." she sighed trying to keep her voice low.

"was this your plan this whole time?" he asked and she let out an embarassed groan and rindou felt some pity at that. they'd been bestfriend's since forever and despite his attitude, rindou would drop anything in a second if y/n ever asked. she always came first in every situation, and she knew that. "so you didn't wanna watch this movie afterall?"

she looked at him, nodding her head. "i did, but..." she trailed off. "but you're too focused on this, huh?" just then, his fingers used her slick to slip his middle digit into her sex. she bit down on her inner cheek and her legs tightened around his hand. "what got you all worked up?"

y/n remained silent, avoiding the question. this piqued rindou's interest, making him slide his digits in deeper. y/n let out a shaky breath, trying to not bring attention to themselves, but the more rindou pleasured her, the more she squirmed in her seat. "are you dodging the question, y/n? if you are, I'll stop."

"no, no. don't stop." she pled, looking at rindou with glazed eyes. "then tell me. i have a feeling i know what it is." he shifted himself in his seat. trying to ignore his current situation as well. he thanked the dark lightning in the theater that caused her to not see his growing erection. "i was just wondering how you would feel inside me." she managed to get out.

"it's not very nice to have those kinds of thoughts about your bestfriend, y/n."

"can't help-" she was cut off when his in and out motions quickened. y/n lifted her lips to lean back a bit to slouch in the seat. this newfound position allowed rindou to reach deeper, caressing that sensetive spot that would drive her insane. "you're not being as discreet as you probably should, n/n." a smile appeard on his lips.

"so hurry up." she managed to glare at him and rindou rolled his eyes, focusing back on the movie in front of them. his fingers held no mercy on y/n despite the occasional whimpers that she would try to hide in her palm, the fidgeting of her legs closing around him, and the way her hand gripped his wrist with all the strength in her body. "quicker you come, the quicker you can be quiet." he muttered, tone sounding unbothered.

"i couldn’t care less if anyone figured out what we were doing, but that's all you're worried about, huh, y/n?" he taunted. "too focused on them to come?"

he reached over to y/n, using his freehand to turn her head to him. "you have three minutes. if you can't come before then, I'm stopping."

"what the fuck, rindou?" she shot him a harsh glare and a smile barely made it way to his lips but it was filled with anything but purity. he was the biggest tease ever and y/n knew this but hated that fact that she put it past him especially in situations like these. "come on, n/n. your time is wasting."

he sped his fingers up and y/n held his wrist steady before she grinded down onto his digits. he caressed that pleasure-filled spot once again and she shut her eyes, trying to turn off the rest of her senses.

she heard rindou speaking, but it all sounded muffled to her. if she listened to him, it'll feel all too real and that would throw her in for a loop all over again. his digits felt just right and she thought that if she focused on them enough, she could reach her high in no time.

that was proven to be true when she noticed that he sped up his motions even more, helping her as she continued to ride them, not caring about the other eyes around her. "rindou." she muttered through a whisper. she heard him hum, but she couldn't trust herself to speak at the moment.

instead, she tightly held onto his wrist as she balanced on that familiar edge of pure bliss. "come, n/n." that was all ot took for her to tip over. she tightened her already shut eyes, hoping that she wasn't being too loud. her sounds of pleasure came out as a moan, but it was muffled by a hand that wasn't her own. she felt the cool touch of metal agaisnt her lip and she realized it was from a ring that rindou always wore on his right hand.

"two minutes?" he smiled, watching as she carefully opened her eyes, her chest heaving with a fast pace. "i'm never doing this with you again." she muttered, looking around for a gaze that met her own.

"of course not. that would be crossing the line, right?"

y/n didn’t miss the pure sarcasm in his tone and she hated how she only clenched around his fingers once more so no matter what she would say next, he knew what she felt deep down.

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[aomiiine]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ───── 𝑃𝐼𝑁𝐾 𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐵𝑂𝑁, where you insist on tying up a pink ribbon around one of their biceps. includes: zayne, gojo, rindou.

warning(s) -> pure fluff w sum suggestive moments. sfw. fem!reader, established relationship, incredibly domestic shit, short scenarios, not proofread, wc is 1.8k.

𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 : urm. ik im suppose to be working on my other wips but i need sum fluff rn

ZAYNE

Your oh-so-busy boyfriend finally took a day off, and you were determined to make the most of it. So you started the satisfying morning by sleeping in till past 10, something either of you rarely done because of work.

You didn’t spare Zayne from the stupid questions you’ve kept stacked in your mind, your curiosity ranging from medical facts to his daily routine during weekends before you got together. The poor surgeon sighed more than he did for an entire day of work but answered nonetheless.

It was all bearable for Zayne until you finished breakfast—or brunch, whatever it was you had. The patters of feet coming from your shared bedroom while Zayne was sat on the couch in the living room was enough for him to pinch the bridge between his brows, bracing for an incoming request that would no doubt involve some point of ridiculousness.

“What is this time?” He queried tentatively, turning his head over his side to see you approaching him, the grin on your face unmistakable. “And what is it you’re holding?”

“A ribbon,” you answered with a hum that had way too much enthusiasm for his liking (affectionately).

“C’mon, it’s a harmless pink ribbon! No need to frown and glare at it,” you chuckled, the furrow of his brows and narrow of his eyes all too familiar.

“I’m not glaring at the ribbon, the ribbon is innocent. I’m glaring at your hands, to be exact. They’re the ones most prone to mischief,” he pointed out, eyes trailing over you as you eventually stood ahead of him. His head tilted up to look at your face, an attempt to gauge your intentions with the pink ribbon you held.

“You’re overanalysing it,” you rolled your eyes, reaching out a hand to gently grab one of his arms, holding it up. “Stay still,” you giggled, catching his full attention all of the sudden, hazel green eyes darting between your face and your working hands.

“There! All done,” he heard you exclaim bubbly, his gaze zeroing in to the neat bow you’ve made with the pink ribbon around his bicep.

“Tell me why exactly you’ve decided to do this? Decoration?” He queried, glancing up at your standing figure in front of him with pure curiosity—and perhaps a hint of sarcasm.

“Well, yes. I suppose I am decorating you since you lack colour,” you retorted, folding your arms against your chest, looking proud at your handiwork.

“I believe I have a good colour palette for furniture and clothes, thank you very much,” he scoffed, not a sense of malice lacing his words despite his mask of displeasure.

“So you find this cute?” Zayne muttered, looking over to his now free arm, lifting it up straight and tugging on the sleeve of his shirt to expose the ribbon you’ve tied around him more. And while he did so, he unintentionally flexed his muscles, giving you a free exhibit of the your boyfriend, reminding you he works out despite spending most of his time in the hospital.

Amidst your staring, he had turned his head over to you, tilting his head at your fixation on his arm.

GOJO

One of the rare days where Gojo takes a day off for you, he tends to prefer spending it lazying around with you at home rather than going out. One of the reason? He’s a lazy fuck.

Well that’s one of them, but the other reason is he loves the simplicity of merely being there with you, holding you, maybe even getting to know parts of you that he didn’t—though, he insists that’s impossible.

Rather than shrugging him off and giving him the cold shoulder at his clinginess, you insist on matching his behaviour, except occasional exchanges of wit between you were inevitable.

“What’s that, princess? Trynna copy my blindfold look with a pink ribbon?” He drawled with a grin, awfully interested on your busy self even with the movie he picked playing on TV. The soft pink fabric around your fingers entranced him in a sense, his jewel eyes alternating between your concentrated face and the fiddles you made with the ribbon.

“No, I’m not. Your blindfold doesn’t even look half as good as this ribbon,” you remarked, words turning to a mumble halfway with how focused you got on fiddling with the ribbon. His arm around your shoulder squeezed you slightly, tucking you in close before hooking his arm around your neck instead.

“Piss off. You know I look good in anything,” Gojo chuckled, musing with confidence by your ear.

“What do you plan on doing with it anyway? Want me to tie you up with it?” He suggested, tone suspiciously innocent. You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well it was a ruse to lead you to something else. So you elbowed his chest gently, earning a dramatic groan from the smirking man.

“Like hell am I letting you do that. Instead, why don’t I tie it on you instead?” You huffed, the sudden idea going to your head and making you turn over to him more. His white lashes fluttered at you as he blinked, looking somewhat dumbfounded at your threat.

“Hey, hey, what’re you doin’ now? Weak thing like that isn’t gonna be able to restrain me, sweetheart,” he leaned away when you shifted to face him better, hand capturing his arm. You couldn’t help but scoff at his reaction, panicking away from you the second he saw that sly gleam in your eyes.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, idiot,” you grumbled, wrapping the ribbon around his upper arm, compression shirt giving you a clear outline of his biceps.

“Not like you can anyway,” he mumbled underneath his breath like you wouldn’t hear him. However, you did, giving him another light yet firm slap to his arm and ripping one more of his exaggerated ows.

“This one of those trends on social media or something? Usually, I’d be the one wrapping you up like a pretty little gift,” he asked, looking over at you curiously as you tied a bow from the pink ribbon around his still arm. “Yeah, so what if it is?” you challenged, not bothering to pull your focus away from the bow you were tying on him still. And fuck, did you seem like the most adorable thing in the world to him.

“Just asking, baby,” he laughed softly, finding your retort cute rather than hurtful. He knew better than to take any of your little fits seriously anyway.

“There,” you muttered, releasing his arm with a satisfied look since the bow came out perfectly. Gojo on the other hand moved his arm around as if you’ve added prosthetics to his body instead, earning a lighthearted glare from you.

“So what? I just flex my muscles around to tighten it up?” He queried with a quirked brow, lifting his arm up and flexing his muscles on command, the delicate ribbon visibly constricting his biceps when he did so. You couldn’t help but stare and wonder. Darn this man for doing the most attractive things so obliviously.

RINDOU

Rindou had finally graced your pleas to take a day off from work for the two of you. And while you thought it would be a great day for dates and all, you ended up sleeping in with him, unable to truly get up from the comfort of the bed and his warmth. You two mumbled in bed together for a while, half asleep and day dreaming until he dragged out of bed for breakfast.

If it was one thing you noticed about his routines at home without work bugging him, it was that he loved walking around shirtless. It didn’t matter the time of the day, he would be wearing some pair of sweatpants without his torso bare, tattoos on his body on full display. You asked him about it but got nothing more than a simple, ‘why? ‘M I distracting you, baby?’ Which you merely replied with a glare.

Cooking up some eggs and bacon for yourself and his gluttonous self, you were interrupted by a pair of firm big arms encircling your waist from behind.

“What?” you asked with a bit of a groan, hand holding the pan a bit tighter now.

“Hey, don’t take out that morning attitude on me,” he grumbled, chin resting on the top of your head. His brows furrowed slightly, eyes focusing on the movement of your hands that cooked the food.

“Not my fault you decided to burn my eyes by walking around the house naked,” you refuted, voice slightly low from dehydration.

“Half naked,” he corrected, his own morning voice hoarse and gravelly to your ears, a sound you welcomed. “Besides, don’t you like seeing my body? Thought you liked my muscles,” he added, arms held around your stomach squeezing slightly to emphasise his point of ‘muscles’. You scoff in response.

“Yeah, but maybe I don’t like being reminded how hot my boyfriend is so early in the morning,” you reasoned, hand closing the stove and putting the pan down safely to finally turn around and face him, his arms loosening.

“Hmm.. Can’t relate, baby. I like being reminded how sexy my girl is this early. Makes me appreciate you more,” he grinned, slightly downturned violet eyes staring at you with a gleam of triumph at the sight of your slightly flustered expression.

“Now you’re trying to make me feel bad,” you grunted, earning yourself a deep laugh from Rindou.

You pushed past him to walk over to the kitchen counter but one of his arms lingered on you, not quite letting you go. Your eyes landed on a lone strand of pink ribbon laying the countertop, recalling the chocolate gift he gave you last night that was wrapped in ribbons

“Forgot to throw this out huh?” You muttered, picking it up and twirling it around your fingers playfully. Rindou standing behind you still, didn’t say much of a word, opting to stay quiet for a moment to observe you.

What he didn’t expect was for you to turn around and grab ahold of his arm suddenly. But he didn’t protest or move, merely staring at your movements and waiting to see what bright idea you could’ve possibly had now.

“A bow? Really?” He chuckled, gaze fixated at the way you swiftly tied the thin pink fabric around his upper arm. “Some cool idea you have on making me a gift, princess,” he exhaled a breathy laugh, looking at his bicep once you released him.

“Shut up. Be thankful I didn’t it tie it on your hair and snap a pic to send to Ran instead,” you huffed, folding your arms at his sarcastic remark.

“Okay, fuck, I take it back,” he quickly conceded, not wanting to anger you even further now you’ve threatened him with Ran’s name.

[izunx]

HEY THANK YOU SM FOR DOING MY REQUEST!! can I request for part 2 please??? It's too cute!! Thank you!!

Tenjiku Rindou x introvert reader PART 2

he confesses his feelings !

no warnings.

{part 1} -> you don’t have to read part 1 but it’s just as good give it a read NOW

“hey rinnie” you stared up at rindou as you were sat on the swing with your ice cream.

“yep” rindou stood by the swings, leaning against the post in his Tenjiku uniform, hands in his pocket.

this wasn’t unusual for you and rindou. it’s been about 5 months now that you both would spend your free time in each others companies. he would walk you home and take you on small ‘dates’ despite your wish to stay at home.

and on those days you really did want to stay home, he’d accompany you. helping around the house even and entertaining your younger siblings.

“you think I can meet ran?”

…

“that’s a funny joke y/n”

“it wasn’t a joke, I wanna meet ran”

rindou rubbed his temple and just sighed.

“why do you want to meet a man child?”

“that’s not nice rin.”

he side eyed you but decided it was about time you guys probably .. bonded.

“alright alright, only because it’s you”

the next day, rindou was sat in the garage with ran who was grinning uncontrollably.

“remember what I told you ran.”

“hey hey relax there, what am I gonna do? bite her?”

“you never know with your animalistic tendencies”

ran flicked his brother’s head.

at that moment, y/n peeked into the garage. your hair was done neatly and you were in a sundress with a plastic bag full of desserts in your hand.

too scared to speak first, you stood there meekly with a frown on your face.

ran simply stared at your face, he’s seen your pictures and has heard about your character but he didn’t expect you to actually be this to anti-social but you were exceptionally beautiful.

rindou understood how you felt and came up to you immediately, rubbing your back in comfort.

“hey y/n, you alright?”

“yep.” you simply said, your head turned away from ran who was sat opposite you both.

“ran’d over there”

you knew this was your idea and you knew that morning took everything in you to even step out your house but you really didn’t expect it to be this overwhelming.

you walked towards ran putting the bag besides him and bowing your head politely.

“heyy, pretty thing”

rindou wasn’t slow to thwack his brother behind his head. aggressively mouthing the words ‘what did I say?’

ran awkwardly laugh and the silence that followed after was suffocating.

“I’m just gonna go get something for us to drink” ran grinned and left in a hurry.

you let out a sigh of relief,

“I think he got embarrassed”

“that’s unusual for him, he’s usually good talking to girls”

you got insecure about that.

“am I weird to him? does he not like me?”

rin’s eyes widened at this, he knew you weren’t that confident about yourself, it was the very reason you didn’t go out much in the first place.

“don’t be silly, you’re gorgeous you know” he mumbled the last part.

he could see your ears redden, but you didn’t say anything.

“hey, i’m being serious about that,”

you sat down on the bench and you were about to explode.

“you can’t say that when you’re here though,” you sighed out unbearably quiet.

“hahh? say that again” rindou unable to hear, sat down next to you leaning his head in to yours.

this didn’t help your reddening face.

“ugh shut up” you pushed his cheek away and continued to look down.

“hey hey what’s wrong with you? don’t be upset because of that man child, I knew it was a bad idea to introduce you to him”

you looked at him solemnly and leaned your head on his shoulder.

it was like you both were matching red faces.

“sorry about him, he probably just didn’t know what to do with himself in front of you, cos you’re sweet and all”

“you really think that?”

“yeah, trust me”

rindou thought on ran’s words from earlier.

ran was being extremely obnoxious, pestering rindou about you persistently.

“rinrin if you don’t confess to her soon, I swear I’ll swoop in and make sure you never ever get a chance ever again”

“it’s embarrassing”

“to tell a girl you like her? WIMP”

“i’m not like you.”

“what’s that meant to mean?”

“stinking womaniser”

“HEY”

should he really do it?

“hey rinnie, do you like anyone?”

‘well then.’ he could only think.

“do you?”

“hey I asked you first” you grumbled.

“well yeah I guess I do.”

it was silent for a moment -

“who?”

…

“rinnie I asked you who?”

“you” he sighed, “I like you.”

you lifted your head and just stared at him.

“are you breathing..”

you hugged him tight.

“is that an ‘I like you too’” he was quick to hold you the same.

“of course it is” you pushed his chest.

he stared into your face for a bit, and pecked your lips.

a subtle, short first kiss. but it was overcome with an incredible amount of fluster.

you guys were like highschool kids, experiencing first time romance.

you went back in for a longer, more desperate kiss. he held your head like you were a fragile doll. and likewise you held his face with a gentleness rindou couldn’t get elsewhere.

you lied your head on his shoulder again, in silence.

“i’ll make sure to ask you out more… romantically next time,”

“don’t sweat it lover boy.”

he flicked your head but laughed

“hey, what happened to ran?”

rindou’s phone buzzed at the moment and when he opened his phone, he was met with an extremely stupid text.

‘i just took the most diabolical shit rn not a joke, i’ll come back to u 2 in like 10 mins, don’t miss me too much ;)’

“yeah.. I think I know where” rindou could only look down in disgust and you giggled.

“at least he gave us two time,”

you flashed him a greedy smirk.

“it’s always you quiet girls..”

but rindou was quick to crash his lips onto yours.

sorry it took so long my lovelies but i have delivered. NOT PROOFREAD

[yanyandam]

Heyy!! 🩷 can i ask for a Tenjiku!Rindou in a secret relationship with Reader? she has connections with Toman (idk she’s related or close friend of someone like Mikey or Mitsuya). like a fluff or angst scenario, as you see this scenario better.

THANKS FOR REQUESTING!! Okay. This was supposed to be some angsty hcs and then BAM! It ended up as a longass oneshot. Stay with me now. I chose MITSUYAAA as the close friend

UNSERIOUS. - Tenjiku!Rindou x fem!Reader

Midnight had already passed, and yet, here you were, sitting on the cold, uncomfortable seat of the last tram of the night. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast a dim light, while the city blurred past the window, a mosaic of neon signs slipping through the alleys. Tokyo never truly slept, but at this hour, it belonged to the restless souls.

And you? What the hell were you doing here?

Oh I see, a guy huh? A strange kind of delinquent, someone caught between respect and fear. That one name whispered in the darker corners of the city, known for both his sadistic streak and his undeniable talent as a DJ. A dangerous game.

You had met him barely two months ago. A simple encounter, at least on the surface. A warm summer night, a park in the middle of the city, you and your friends laughing under the streetlights. And him, leaning against a railing, watching the crowd with a lazy gaze, like a predator feigning boredom. He had noticed you. Said you were the prettiest one there. You had felt his stare before he even approached. He had charmed you effortlessly, not with sweet words, but with something else. Something unpredictable. 

And just like that, everything had happened too fast. Too damn fast. Two months of stolen moments, of diving headfirst into something you no longer had control over. He had a way of pulling you into his world without warning, making you lose all reason without even trying. Proof? He had sent you a single message.

"Wanna meet up?"

And without thinking, without hesitating, you had grabbed your phone, your bag, and hopped onto this goddamn tram past midnight.

—

He was waiting for you.

Standing in front of the train station, leaning casually against a sleek black motorcycle, Rindou Haitani exuded effortless cool. His arms were crossed over his chest, his posture relaxed, but his sharp, intelligent eyes flickered with something unreadable as he watched the arriving passengers step off the platform. He spotted you. You dashed towards him, your steps quick and eager, your heart hammering against your ribs with excitement. The moment your eyes locked onto his, a bright smile stretched across your lips. “Rindou!”

Without hesitation, you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping him in a warm, enthusiastic hug. His body stiffened slightly at the sudden affection. He wasn’t the type to openly reciprocate such gestures, not out of cruelty, but simply because it wasn’t in his nature. Still, he let you hold him, his hands staying at his sides, his only response being a small, amused exhale through his nose.

After a second, he pulled back slightly, tilting his head down to look at you, his lips curling into a tiny but sincere smile.

“So, my pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice smooth, teasing.

Your eyes immediately drifted to the motorcycle parked beside him, its polished chrome gleaming under the soft glow of the setting sun. Your excitement bubbled over as you pointed at it. “Ohh, you have a motorcycle?! You never told me that!” Rindou let out a small chuckle, reaching up to adjust the round sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His fingers slid through his blonde-and-blue hair, pushing back a few strands that had fallen into his face.

“Tell me,” he said with a smirk, “what’s the first word in ‘BIKEr’?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Pfft, don’t act all intellectual with me.” Your gaze drifted downward, finally noticing the outfit he was wearing. The long coat, the crisp black fabric, the embroidered kanji on the sleeves, it screamed gang affiliation. Your brow furrowed slightly as you eyed it. “What’s with this weird uniform you’re wearing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rindou followed your gaze, glancing down at his attire as if he’d momentarily forgotten what he had on. Then, he shrugged. “What, you don’t like it?”

“No, no…” you hesitated, then offered him a small, genuine smile. “You actually look really good in it…”

Before you could finish your sentence, he cut in, a habit of his. Not out of rudeness, but because he had a way of controlling conversations, steering them in the direction he wanted. “It’s Tenjiku.” His tone was casual, but there was weight behind the words. “My gang. Make sure you remember that name, alright? If anyone ever gives you trouble–”

You didn’t even let him finish before jumping in excitedly. “I just tell them my boyfriend is in Tenjiku!” you said with a triumphant grin.

Rindou blinked, the amusement in his eyes growing as his smirk widened. “Your boyfriend, huh? So we’re already at that stage?” A playful laugh bubbled from your lips, and you tilted your head at him.

“Haha… I mean, not seriously. Not yet, anyway.” Before he could throw another teasing remark your way, you stood on your tiptoes, pressing a quick, feather-light kiss to his cheek. It was soft, barely there, but it was enough to make his breath hitch just for a second. His fingers twitched at his sides, as if debating whether to react, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he exhaled, shaking his head with an amused chuckle. “Hop on,” he said, patting the seat of his motorcycle.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you swung your leg over, settling behind him. The leather seat was firm but comfortable, and the feeling of the powerful machine beneath you sent a small thrill through your veins. You wrapped your arms around his waist instinctively, pressing your body against his back. He stiffened slightly at first, still getting used to the physical closeness, but then he relaxed. With a low rumble, the engine came to life beneath you. The vibrations hummed against your legs as Rindou revved the throttle, his fingers expertly twisting the handle. The headlights cut through the early evening haze, illuminating the road ahead.

He glanced back over his shoulder, his voice carrying over the soft growl of the engine. “Hold on tight.” And with that, the motorcycle lurched forward, carrying the both of you into the fading light of the city.

-

The wind whipped past your face, tangling your hair and sending an exhilarating rush through your veins. The world around you blurred into streaks of neon signs, car headlights, and distant city sounds. You could feel the steady rise and fall of Rindou’s breathing beneath your hands as you clung to him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his Tenjiku coat. There was something intoxicating about this.

Rindou was silent for most of the ride, focused on the road, but every now and then, he would glance at you through the side mirror, his lips twitching in amusement at how wide your eyes were, how your excitement was practically radiating off you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of weaving through streets and alleys, he pulled into an empty parking lot overlooking the city skyline. The motorcycle came to a smooth stop, and he let out a breath before cutting the engine. The sudden silence was almost deafening.

You hesitated for a moment before loosening your grip around his waist, your hands sliding away as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows against the handlebars. He didn’t say anything at first, just stared out at the horizon. You swung your leg over the bike, standing beside him as you took in the view.

“Wow…” you breathed, “this is amazing.” He hummed in agreement but didn’t turn to face you.After a moment, Rindou finally broke the quiet.

“You really meant it, huh?” he asked, his voice lower than before.

You turned to him, confused. “Meant what?”

He exhaled again, tapping the ash from his cigarette. “What you said earlier. About me being your boyfriend.”

Your cheeks warmed slightly, but you held his gaze, a small smile playing on your lips. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you, as if trying to decipher something. Then, with a soft chuckle, he shook his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

You grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He smirked, flicking the cigarette away before turning fully to face you. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice softer this time. “I guess it was.”

The night air was cool, wrapping around you in a soft breeze as you and Rindou sat together by his motorcycle. The city lights twinkled in the distance, casting a warm glow over the horizon. It was quiet, until your phone buzzed in your pocket, breaking the stillness. You pulled it out without thinking, unlocking the screen to check the message.

Taka: "Hey, can you babysit the girls tomorrow? I’ll owe you one."

A small smile tugged at your lips. Rindou, who had been leaning back against his motorcycle with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow at the way your expression softened. “Who’s that?” he asked, his voice casual but laced with curiosity. You glanced up at him briefly before replying.

“Oh, just a friend. A really close one, actually. He asks me to babysit his little sisters sometimes.” Rindou’s gaze flickered with something unreadable. He exhaled sharply through his nose, tilting his head slightly. “Babysit?” he echoed, narrowing his eyes.

You nodded, thumbs flying over your screen as you typed back a quick response to confirm that you were available. “Yeah. He’s got two little sisters, and he’s always busy, so I help out whenever I can.”

Rindou’s expression remained neutral, but his posture shifted ever so slightly, tense. Something about this didn’t sit right with him. “What’s his name?” he asked, keeping his voice steady.

You didn’t hesitate. “Mitsuya. Mitsuya Takashi.”

Everything stopped. For a moment, you thought even the wind had died down. Rindou’s entire body went rigid, his relaxed stance disappearing in an instant. His fingers curled against his arms, his jaw tightening. Mitsuya. A division captain of Toman, the Tokyo Manji Gang. Tenjiku’s rival. One of the people Rindou was fully prepared to kill if it came down to it. And you were close to him? Babysat his sisters? Cared about him? There was no way. No way in hell he could be seen dating someone with those kinds of ties. If anyone in Tenjiku found out, it wouldn’t just be trouble, it would be a full-blown disaster. His position in the gang would be questioned, his loyalty doubted. Worse than that… if it ever came to a real fight between Tenjiku and Toman, and he was the one who had to take Mitsuya down, where would that leave you?

He exhaled slowly through his nose, forcing himself to stay calm. He needed an excuse. Something to put distance between the two of you before this got messy. But he had to be careful. If he made it too obvious, you’d start asking questions. So, he kept his voice light, tilting his head at you with an exaggerated look of boredom.

“That’s annoying.”

You blinked at him, confused. “Huh? What is?”

He rolled his shoulders, looking away like he didn’t care much. “You hanging around some other guy all the time.”

You snorted. “Oh, please. It’s not like that. Mitsuya’s basically like a brother to me.” Wrong answer. That made it even worse. Rindou hummed, pretending to think it over. He needed to come up with something believable. “Still…” He frowned slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t really like it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What, are you jealous?” you teased.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Not jealous. Just don’t like it.”

You tilted your head at him, sensing something deeper in his tone. “Why, though? You don’t even know him.” Yeah. That was the problem. He did know him. And if he ever had to, he wouldn’t hesitate to put Mitsuya in the ground. This wasn’t about jealousy, it was about danger. Rindou took a slow breath, schooling his expression into something unreadable before glancing back at you. “I dunno. Just feels off, y’know?” He shrugged, playing it cool. “Doesn’t sit right with me. You babysitting some dude’s sisters all the time.”

You frowned slightly, crossing your arms. “Well, tough. I’ve been helping Mitsuya for years, and I’m not about to stop just because you think it ‘feels off.’” A sharp flicker of irritation passed through Rindou’s eyes, but he didn’t let it show on his face. He needed to get you to back off from Mitsuya, without making it obvious why.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Whatever. Do what you want.” But his tone had changed. It was subtle but there was something different about the way he said it. Cold. Distant. Like he was already pulling away.

That was intentional.

Rindou knew exactly how to play this. He wasn’t going to tell you the real reason he suddenly had a problem with this. No, he was going to make you think you were the one ruining things. He started turning away slightly, like he was already losing interest. “Just don’t come crying to me when this guy starts getting in the way.” His voice was flat, dismissive. “I don’t do second place.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Wait—what?”

He shrugged. “You heard me.”

You stared at him, trying to read him, trying to understand what just shifted between you two. A few minutes ago, he had been teasing you, smirking, flirting. But now? Now, it was like he was withdrawing. It wasn’t outright rejection, but it felt like one. Your chest tightened slightly. “Rindou, are you seriously upset about this?”

He sighed, tilting his head like you were just so much trouble. “Not upset. Just done talking about it.” And with that, he swung a leg over his motorcycle, gripping the handlebars like he was ready to leave. You knew what this was. This was him pushing you away. Making you feel like you had done something wrong. And the worst part? It was working. You clenched your fists. “I don’t get you.” He smirked at that, just a little, just enough to let you know he had won this round. “Yeah,” he said, revving the engine. “You wouldn’t.” And with that, he left you standing there in the dim glow of the city lights, the sound of his motorcycle fading into the distance.

You didn’t know the real reason for his sudden coldness. But he did. And it had everything to do with the fact that you were close to someone he was willing to kill.

The silence was unbearable. For two full days, you hadn’t heard a word from Rindou. Not a single call. No teasing texts. Nothing. At first, you told yourself it didn’t bother you. You weren’t going to be one of those people who stared at their phone, waiting for someone to reach out. But, as the hours stretched into a full day, and then another, you couldn’t ignore the small, nagging ache in your chest. Had you really messed things up?

You replayed the conversation over and over in your head, trying to pinpoint the exact moment things went south. Was it when you told him about Mitsuya? It made no sense. Rindou was the one acting weird, like he had a problem with something that shouldn’t even concern him. And yet, somehow, you were the one feeling guilty. Then, on the second night, just as you were about to give up and fall asleep, your phone screen lit up.

Rindou: "Hey. Sorry about the other day."

You stared at the message for a long moment, biting your lip. Then, another text popped up.

"I was being an asshole. Let me make it up to you."

And another.

"Tomorrow. Just you and me."

A part of you wanted to be stubborn, to make him wait, to punish him for pushing you away without an explanation. But another part of you, the bigger part, just missed him. And so, without overthinking it, you typed back:

"Fine. You owe me."

His reply came almost instantly.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

You couldn’t see him, but you just knew he was smirking.

The next evening, Rindou showed up outside your place, leaning against his motorcycle like nothing had ever happened. The golden glow of the setting sun caught in his hair, giving him an almost ethereal look. He was wearing his usual casual-but-effortlessly-cool outfit. But his expression was different this time. Softer. When you stepped outside, he looked up at you and exhaled a small breath, almost like he had been holding it in.

“Hey.”

You crossed your arms. “Took you long enough.”

He let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah. I deserved that.”

A pause. Then, “You still mad?”

You wanted to be. You really did. But seeing him again, seeing that tiny flicker of something in his eyes made it impossible to stay angry. So instead, you sighed dramatically. “I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Rindou grinned. “Fair enough. Get on.” And just like that, it was as if nothing had changed. You wrapped your arms around him as he took off, the familiar hum of the motorcycle vibrating beneath you. The wind tangled in your hair, and for the first time in two days, you felt something light again.

He took you to a quiet place on the outskirts of the city, a hidden little spot near a river, where the streetlights reflected off the water in long, golden streaks. You sat on a bench together, sharing a bag of snacks, AND BEER, from a nearby convenience store. It was simple. Comfortable. And then, out of nowhere, Rindou spoke.

“We gotta keep this quiet.”

You turned to him, frowning. “What?”

He exhaled, stretching his arms over the back of the bench. “Us.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “No one can know.”

Something in your chest tightened. “Why?” Rindou was silent for a moment, drumming his fingers against his knee. Then, he shrugged. “It’s just easier that way.” Easier? You stared at him, something cold creeping into your veins. “So what, you don’t want people knowing you’re with me?”

He groaned, tilting his head back. “It’s not like that.” You narrowed your eyes. “Then what is it like?” Rindou turned to you then, and for the first time since you’d known him, he looked… conflicted. Like there were a hundred things he wanted to say but couldn’t. Finally, he exhaled sharply. “Just trust me on this, alright?”

You frowned, searching his face for answers. But he wasn’t giving you any. “Fine,” you muttered. “Whatever.” For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, Rindou nudged your knee with his. “Hey.” You glanced at him, still sulking.

He smirked. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. “Shut up.” And just like that, the tension melted away. For now.

The night had been perfect. But the moment you arrived back home, that perfect feeling vanished. Because Mitsuya was there.

Waiting. He stood in front of your house, arms crossed over his chest, a dark look shadowing his usually calm features. Your stomach dropped. Oh, no. Thank God I’m not you. Rindou pulled up on his bike, but the second he spotted Mitsuya, his body tensed. His fingers gripped the handlebars a little tighter. “Who the hell…” he muttered, trailing off.

You swallowed hard, quickly swinging off the motorcycle before things could get worse. “Mitsuya?” you called hesitantly. His gaze snapped to you, and his expression darkened.

“Inside. Now.”

Rindou scoffed behind you. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

Mitsuya ignored him completely. His sharp violet eyes stayed locked on you. “We need to talk.” Your heart pounded. You hesitated, glancing back at Rindou, but he was already slipping into that unreadable, cold version of himself, the one that masked every emotion. The tension in the air was suffocating. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Fine.” Rindou watched as you followed Mitsuya inside, but he didn’t leave. No, he stayed right where he was, sitting on his bike, jaw clenched, watching like a predator.

–

The second the door closed, Mitsuya turned to you, his fists clenched at his sides. “Tell me it’s not true.”

Your stomach twisted. “Tell you what’s not true?”

His jaw tightened. “That you’re messing around with Haitani.” You inhaled sharply. So, he knew. “Who told you?” you asked carefully. Mitsuya let out a bitter laugh. “Does it matter?” You opened your mouth, but he didn’t let you speak. 

“Do you even know what kind of guy he is?” His voice was rising now, his usual composure slipping. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

Your heart pounded. “Mitsuya—”

“He’s a killer.”

The words hit you like a slap.

You froze. “What?”

Mitsuya’s eyes burned with something between fury and desperation. “You heard me. He’s not just some gang member, [Name]. He’s already killed someone. He went to juvie for it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Mitsuya took a step closer, his expression fierce. “And you think it’s a good idea to be involved with someone like that?” Anger surged through you.

“That’s none of your damn business, Mitsuya.”

His eyes widened slightly. “None of my—? [Name], I’m trying to protect you!”

“I don’t need protection!” you shot back. “And you don’t get to decide who I see!” Mitsuya stared at you, disbelief flashing across his face. You took a shaky breath. “I’m not a kid, Mitsuya. Stay out of it.”

The silence between you was deafening. Then, finally, Mitsuya exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re making a mistake.”

Maybe. But it was your mistake to make.

At first, it was just murmurs. A few stolen glances in the hallways, whispers barely loud enough to catch. People had started talking. You noticed it at school, on the streets, even in places where no one should have known. It spread like wildfire, the rumors about you and Rindou Haitani. And then, the whispers became glares. At first, it was just from the usual people, Toman members, friends of Mitsuya. People who cared about who you were seen with.

But then it got worse. It wasn't just judgment anymore. It was resentment. Hushed voices turned into loud warnings. Friends started avoiding you. Even strangers would throw you dirty looks if you so much as walked past them. It became impossible to ignore. You and Rindou had tried to keep things quiet, but nothing stayed a secret forever. And in a world like this, your relationship was a problem. And it was only a matter of time before things exploded.

You should have seen it coming. The tension between Toman and Tenjiku had been bubbling beneath the surface for months, but now? Now, it had boiled over. Gang fights weren’t unusual, it was just part of the world they lived in. But this? This was different. Because this time, it wasn’t just some random fight in an alleyway. This was planned. One by one, Toman’s division captains were attacked. Different locations. Different times. All in one night.

And one of them was Mitsuya.

The moment you got the call, your blood turned to ice. Mitsuya was in the hospital.

You didn’t hear the rest. You barely even remembered grabbing your phone, barely remembered breathing as you started calling Rindou over and over again.

Ring. No answer. Ring. Still nothing.

Rindou, pick up!  Pick up. Ring. Oh?

The call connected. “What the fuck do you want?” His voice was sharp, annoyed. Like he already knew why you were calling. Your hands were shaking.

“Rindou,” you breathed. “Tell me it wasn’t you.” Silence. Your pulse pounded in your ears.

“...So what if it was?” It felt like the floor had vanished beneath you. You nearly dropped your phone.

“You—” Your voice caught in your throat. “You attacked him?”

“You really exploded my phone for this?”

Rage ignited in your chest. “Because it’s Mitsuya!”

“So?” Rindou snapped. “What do you want me to say, huh? That I feel bad?”

“You—” Your voice cracked. “You put him in the hospital!!”

“He’s not dead.”

“That’s not the fucking point, Rindou!”

“Then what is the point?” he snapped. “What do you want me to say? You’re acting like I had a choice, like I woke up and thought, ‘Oh, yeah, let’s go beat the shit out of Mitsuya for fun.’” Although that alternative scenario wasn’t impossible.

Something inside you shattered. “Was it because of me?” A heavy silence.

Then, Rindou let out a laugh. “Are you serious?”

Your stomach twisted. “Just—just tell me.”

“You really think the whole world fucking revolves around you?”

His voice was sharp. Angry. Your breath hitched. He never spoke to you like that.

“You think I did this because of you?” he continued, voice laced with irritation. “News flash, princess, this has nothing to do with you.” He wasn’t finished. “You think you’re that important? That I’d risk my gang, my life, over some girl? Get over yourself.”

Your heart clenched. “Then why was it you?” Your voice was smaller now. Weaker. Rindou sighed, annoyed. “I got assigned. That’s it. A fucking coincidence.”

A coincidence. Mitsuya’s blood, on his hands. Instead, your voice broke. “You’re a monster.” The line was quiet. He had hung up.

Rindou hadn’t stopped thinking about her. No matter how much he tried to shove it down, drown it in the chaos of gang wars and grudges, her voice still echoed in his head. The way she had sounded over the phone: hurt, betrayed, disgusted. And yet, the thing that stung the most? She had called. She had cared. Even after everything, after all the whispers and warnings, after knowing what he was, she had still called him first. But she had also called him a monster. And he couldn’t even fucking blame her. Because wasn’t he?

He had hurt someone she loved. He had stained his hands with blood, not thinking about the consequences, not thinking about her. And now, she hated him for it. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that was what needed to happen. Because if she hated him, then she wouldn’t be thinking about him anymore. She wouldn’t be looking for him. And she wouldn’t get caught in the middle of something that would end with him in a cell or a coffin. But still.

He missed her.

She should hate him. She wanted to.

After everything, after hearing him admit it so carelessly, after the way he had spoken to her, like she was nothing, like her feelings were nothing, she should have wanted nothing to do with him. But she didn’t. Instead, she found herself replaying that conversation, searching for something, anything, that would make it make sense. Rindou had never been cruel to her. Not like that. Sure, he could be an asshole. He was blunt, cocky, and sometimes reckless. But he had never spoken to her like he wanted to hurt her before.

And that’s what didn’t make sense. Because if he truly didn’t care, if she truly wasn’t important, then why had he even picked up her call in the first place? Why did his voice sound so hollow when he laughed? Why did it feel like he was lying? She wanted to believe there was an explanation. But maybe it didn’t matter anymore. Because no matter what she told herself, no matter how much she tried to justify it, Mitsuya was still in the hospital.

And Rindou was the reason why.

Two days before the war, Rindou finally reached out. A voicemail.

“Meet me. Now.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order. She hesitated, thumb hovering over her screen. A part of her told her to ignore him, to cut him off the same way he had cut her down the other night. But she knew herself better than that. She needed closure. So, against her better judgment, she went.

He was waiting for her in an alleyway, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved into his pockets, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His jaw was tense, his usual lazy smirk replaced with something sharper. Harsher. He barely looked at her when she approached.

“Wow,” she muttered. “No hello?”

He scoffed. “The fuck do you expect?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re the one who told me to come.” Silence.

“I’m ending this.”

Her stomach twisted. “What?” Rindou exhaled, like this was exhausting for him. Like she was exhausting. “You and me. It’s done.” Her heart clenched. She had known it was coming. But hearing it still hurt.

“Why?” she whispered.

“Because I don’t fucking want you anymore.”

She took a step back, like he had just hit her. Rindou saw it, the way her face crumbled for just a split second before she forced herself to glare at him. And it killed him. But it had to be this way. If she stayed, she’d get dragged down with him. He had already done enough damage to her life, to her heart. She deserved better. Someone who wouldn’t pull her into a bloodstained world. So he clenched his fists, forced himself to look her in the eye, and went for the final kill.

“You were just something to pass the time.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re lying.”

He smirked coldly. “Am I?”

For a moment, she just stared at him. Then, she turned around and walked away. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. And as soon as she disappeared down the street, Rindou finally let himself breathe. Finally let himself feel the ache in his chest, the way his hands shook, the way his vision blurred for a moment.

And he told himself again and again, It had to be this way.

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Two days later, the war erupted between the two gangs. 10:00PM. It was bloody. Brutal. Young deaths. The morning after, she turned on the news.

And there it was.

BREAKING NEWS: TENJIKU MEMBERS ARRESTED AFTER VIOLENT GANG CONFLICT.

Her breath caught in her throat.

There he was.

Rindou Haitani. Handcuffed, being dragged into the back of a police car with his brother, his head slightly lowered, his blonde-and-blue hair a mess. But what shattered her wasn’t the sight of him arrested. It was the look in his eyes. Because for the first time, he looked tired. And for the first time, he didn’t look like a monster. He just looked like a boy. A boy who had made too many mistakes.

A boy who had lost.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Rindou x Reader: After The Party

♡ SFW, fem reader, fluff, hangovers, Rindou being lowkey spoiled, reader on her period, Ran sleeping anywhere and everywhere ♡

note: Kattt I cooked 🗣️‼️ lowkey wanna do a part 2

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You woke up in a familiar bed, hungover, achy, and barely able to move. You would’ve been concerned any other time, but you knew exactly who the culprit was: your heavy ass boyfriend, Rindou. He was sprawled messily across the bed, his upper body on top of yours, pants sagging, legs dangling off the side of the bed and touching the bottle eroded floor of his bedroom. Everything was a mess, and it didn’t help that he had his head directly on your breasts while you were on your period. His hair was stuck to his face, most likely from sweat, and he was drooling on your shirt.

“Get up Rinny, you’re too heavy.” You groaned. “Come on get up, you’re hurting my tits, dumbass.”

You gently pushed him off of you, gripping the neck of his shirt so he didn’t fall off the bed entirely, and he jolted awake at the sudden loss of contact.

“Hm? Fuck, what day is it?” “Sunday…why? You got somewhere to be?” “Nah, I’m fine right here.”

A sharp grin spreads across his face as he pulls himself back onto the bed and cuddles up next to you.

“Damn…my room is fucked.” “Well, that’s what happens when you don’t lock your room down during a house party…It is pretty dirty in here though.” “Yeah, they ruined my room.” “I’m pretty sure that pile of dirty laundry was already there.” “Whatever.”

He rolled his eyes before grabbing the pillow from behind his head and tossing it on your face, muffling your laughter. He sighed in annoyance before reluctantly getting out of bed and picking up a few empty beer bottles, tossing them in the trashcan near his door before shuffling back over to the bed and planting a soft kiss on your forehead, grabbing his phone off the nightstand and putting it on the charger.

“It’s dead. I was gonna call Ran, but I guess I can do it later.”

Just as Rindou finished his sentence, he heard a soft snore coming from outside his room. You sat up in bed and motioned for him to open the door to see who was on the other side. Lo and behold, Ran was knocked out sleep on the floor outside of his room, which was right down the hall from Rindou’s.

“Really Ran? Real classy man.”

Rindou quietly closed the door back and plopped back down on the bed next to you, resting his head against your chest.

“I thought you were gonna clean up.” “Twenty more minutes.” “Twenty?” “Maybe an hour or two.”

He gently kisses your chest before burying his face into the crook of your neck, giving you a small amount of relief from the pressure being taken off your chest.

“Sorry if you’re sore baby…You need anything before I crash?” “No, I have everything I need already.” “Love you.” “Love you too Rinny.”

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[evergone]

Star-Crossed Lovers

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (Allusions to sex, drinking), references to underage drinking (I do not condone or promote these behaviours), angst to fluff

Description: Everyone knows that when Rindou and the reader break up, they always end up back together, but this time something feels off.

You and Rindou broke up every other week.

When people asked how long you’d been together, you’d argue for hours on end about which break-ups counted and which didn’t. You liked to say you’d been together five years — ignoring the break-ups that occurred in the middle. Rindou, on the other hand, was adamant that every little break-up counted.

Yes, that included the time you broke up with him because he wouldn’t let you buy two of the same dress just in case something happened to the first one. It included the time he broke up with you because you absolutely demolished him in Monopoly. It included the time you broke up with him because he didn’t come home for five days straight. It included the time he broke up with you because he didn’t want to see you get deep enough into his gang business that you couldn’t get out.

So, after five years of dating — or three weeks, by Rindou’s standards — it became relatively obvious to everyone including yourselves that no little issue could actually spell the end of your relationship. The two of you were invariably intertwined. Star-crossed. At any given point in time, the most important person to you was him, and to him was you. There was nothing, truly nothing, that you couldn’t overcome together.

Except this break-up was different.

You could taste it in the air. Bitter. Empty. Soulless. There was hatred there, between you and Rindou, and it seemed that star-crossed lovers were truly just a thing of fiction.

It started out as just a petty argument. You had pointed out an engagement ring at the local jewellery store that you thought was just the most gorgeous thing in the world. It was vintage, from the mid-nineteen-twenties, and it was perfectly your size. You suggested, only half-jokingly, that he buy it and keep it in his pocket for the right time. Afterall, you were twenty and neither of you were getting any younger. But for some reason, some stupid, stupid reason, he completely freaked out.

“I’m not ready for that, Y/n!” Rindou’s head whipped around so his cold, violet gaze bore holes right through you. “How am I even supposed to know you’re the right person for me?”

The very same eyes that had just sent a chill through your entire body then betrayed his composure. Like a mirror struck by bad luck, they shattered, softened, and tried to reason with you wordlessly.

“We’ve been together five years and you don’t know if you want to marry me one day?” You asked him, both furious and heart-broken.

“Three weeks,” he said. Muscle memory. That was always his response to the whole ‘five years’ accusation, it was supposed to be funny, but in the moment it reeked of this sense that he was sick of you — ashamed of you, even.

Rightfully, you stormed out of the store, but he was hot on your heel, pleading with you to just stop and listen to him. By the time you had your keys in the lock of the driver’s door to your car, he was practically on his knees. It was a mistake, he didn’t mean anything by it, you had to understand that he was just so caught off-guard!

“Caught off-guard?” You scoffed, “How could you be caught off-guard when we’ve been together this long?”

“We break up so often, Y/n, I just didn’t think…” He didn’t know what to say, or how to justify his reaction. Rindou knew that at some point in your lives the two of you would probably be married, but he hadn’t really thought too seriously about it.

You rolled your eyes, “Take your brother, and get out of my house.”

For the next month, Rindou and his brother, Ran, crashed at Madarame’s. Ran had been whining the entire time about how much of a downgrade their living situation was since Madarame’s apartment stunk of his horrible cologne, and none of them were as good at cooking as you. You’d received about a dozen phone calls a week from him, each one begging you to either forgive Rindou, or at the very least, drop a meal off for them.

“We aren’t friends anymore, Ran, Rindou has ruined everything. Don’t call me again,” you told him eventually.

Everyone was feeling the effects of the break-up. Gang violence in Roppongi was at an all-time-high because Rindou was beating so many people up just to expel as much of the anger as he could. In meetings with the rest of Rokuhara Tandai, he was hardly focused, and would walk out having no idea what had just been discussed.

Rindou’s friends had tried in vain to convince him that this break-up was just the same as all the others — that the two of you would be back together in no time — but even they weren’t sure it was true. The days were getting longer, they were being drawn out into an agonising picture of the proverbial end, four horsemen and all, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that you weren’t interested in getting back together with him. It had just been so long.

It was unsettling to Rindou when he saw you for the first time since the day he moved out of your house. You didn’t notice him as he took in the dark semicircles under your tired eyes, and the slight limp you were carrying yourself with, and he was glad you didn’t. He could tell you hated him — he could feel the hatred oozing out of your pores and spreading all across the grocery store you were shopping in. There was no chance of you ever getting back together. He had just fucked up way too badly.

The past five weeks had been hell for you.

You had sprained your ankle really badly when you kicked your couch violently only moments after throwing all Rindou and Ran’s things at them from your front porch. Daily living had become far too difficult to handle on your own. The shelves in your kitchen were always too high to reach, so Rindou would grab things from them for you, but with him gone you had to maneuver yourself onto the counter with your one good leg and pray to God that you wouldn’t fall. The doctor had told you not to drive for as long as it took to get full rotation back in your ankle, so you were having to walk everywhere. You’d been late to work almost every day.

Despite everything, it would’ve been at least helpful to have Rindou around. Whenever something like this would happen to you, he was always there. Once, when you broke up after he got put in juvie, and you were having a rough time adjusting, he sent some of his friends (goons) to help you cook, and clean, and stay on top of your homework. You sighed at how nice it would’ve been to have that kind of support.

Between the constant calls from Ran, you’d also spoken to Madarame and Kakucho on the matter. Madarame had called before he realised the severity of the break-up to ask when you’d be “having your boys home” because he was sick of not being able to bring girls back to his house. Kakucho, on the other hand, had shown up at your door in his Rokuhara Tandai uniform, disrespecting a rule you had put in place that they weren’t to bring their gang affiliations anywhere near your house.

“Walk with me,” he ordered, and ignored you as you started to preach about how he had no right to speak to you that way. Together, you walked silently through the city, your eyes stuck to the concrete rivers you navigated through.

“Where are we going?” You asked him eventually, bored of the awkwardness and of being told off by some kid.

“Whatever’s happened, you need to forgive him,” Kakucho said, “You know you’re going to anyway, so I really don’t understand what all this mess is about.”

You scoffed, “He hasn’t apologised.” He frowned, so you continued, “Kakucho, he hasn’t so much as called me! I’m terrified that I overreacted, or that I didn’t try hard enough to resolve it… I - I really don’t know what to do. I think he hates me.”

When Kakucho didn’t say anything in return, you left him in the middle of Roppongi by himself, and went home to drown your sorrows in the beers still left in the fridge.

The alcohol relieved some of the pressure of the tense break-up, and that was more than a good enough reason for you to decide to get drunk every night for the next three days. Some of your friends from high school invited you out clubbing that Thursday, and you hadn’t the mind to refuse them. So, you got dressed up in your shortest black dress, and your best pair of heels (you had to redo your makeup after remembering they were a birthday gift from Rindou), and you skipped the line at a club owned by an acquaintance of Mocchi’s.

Inside, you were passed shots by every guy who managed to get within a one-metre radius of you. Nothing like that had happened to you in so long since it was just common knowledge through Roppongi that you more or less belonged to Rindou. You supposed that everyone knew that you were completely, definitely single for the first time in five years, and were taking the opportunity presented to them.

As you threw back another shot of fireball, cringing at the taste, your arm was grabbed by an all-too-familiar hand. Violet eyes made contact with yours, and a spark of electric panic — or perhaps it was passion — jolted through you until you took in the rest of the person’s appearance and realised it was not, in fact, Rindou, but Ran.

“Y/n!” He shouted over the ear-destroying-ly loud music, but you couldn’t tell whether you were actually hearing him or just reading his lips. He was grinning with delight. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you here to see Rindou?”

You bit your lip and frowned as you stretched your neck to search behind Ran, “Is he here?” You asked.

“Yeah, duh, we always come here. I’m starting to worry that you won’t get back together at all, the rate this is going!” Ran chuckled, but you just stared at him, mortified, and stole the wallet from his pocket. “Wait — Hey!”

Turning back to the bar, you ordered another three shots with Ran’s card, and downed them all as fast as possible. By the time you were done, your eyes were beginning to water, and you could feel the last three, or four, or maybe it was eight shots starting to settle in.

“Oh… Princess… Come, let’s sit down somewhere,” he cooed and you tried to scrunch your nose at the nickname, but you were falling way too far and way too fast into the alcohol spiral to have full control of your facial muscles.

Ran carried your stumbling form to a circular booth on the side of the dance floor, and slid you through to the back, resting your head on someone’s shoulder to your right. He rubbed circles on your arm as a couple tears escaped the pool at the bottom of your eyes. Above you, you could vaguely hear the owner of the shoulder trying to quietly yell at Ran, so you pulled your head off of him to give him some space. As you did just that, you caught a glimpse of the shoulder-owner in question.

“Rindou?” You gasped, your voice so loud it was clear over the music.

A glance back at Ran who was sitting there with a shit-eating grin, then you were right back to looking at Rindou. His pupils were just as large as yours, and his eyes open so wide that his irises were just spots of violet in an ocean of white. His blue and blond hair was so gracefully framing his cheeks, neck, and collarbone that you thought you might faint just at the sight, and he was wearing an old Adidas tee that sat perfectly on his body.

“Y/n,” Rindou breathed. He reached a hand out towards you, and you let him stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“You didn’t call,” you pouted, and your tears started to pour down over his fingers.

Rindou signalled that it was time for the other people in the booth to leave, and they did so with an ounce of hesitance. Boys were always more nosy than they were given credit for, especially the ones Rindou was friends with.

“I thought you hated me,” said Rindou in a sombre tone.

The only thing keeping your head from rolling backwards was his hand holding you up, and you were glad for it, as it gave you the visibility to squint at him. After the many, many, many times you had taken him back, how could he possibly think that one fight about a possible marriage would make you hate him? You were angry, sure, but only for a couple days. It had softened to sadness so quickly that you’d given yourself whiplash.

You reminded him of a half-dozen of the past break-ups. The time he threw you into a puddle of mud right before a school assembly, the time he joked about sleeping with one of your closest friends, the time he forgot to get you a birthday present, and all the others. He was prone to mistakes, but he always learnt from them. He was always trying so hard to do right by you. And you always took him back.

“I could never hate you, you’re the most important person in my life, Rindou.” His face lit up. “When you didn’t call me immediately, I thought I’d completely overreacted and pushed you away! I thought you hated me.”

For every break-up caused by Rindou, another had been caused by you, you were a dysfunctional couple like that, and both of you always resorted to the extremities rather than just sitting down and talking about your emotions. When you were twelve, you misplaced the study notes for the maths test he had the next week; when you were fifteen, you would flirt with adults outside of liquor stores to get them to buy you drinks; when you were seventeen, you stood him up on your anniversary. He broke up with you each time, and each time you always ended up back together.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I do want to marry you one day,” Rindou explained.

You slipped your hand under his, and shooed him away from your face, “You had a point, though.” He tilted his head in confusion. “We break up all the time. We’re not exactly stable enough to be thinking of marriage… In truth, I think we’re a bad couple. Toxic, even.”

“Don’t say that. We’ve been together five years!” He said with a mix of anger and light humour.

“We’re not even together right now, Rin,” you told him matter-of-factly, though your words had slurred together a little, taking much of the authority out of them.

“Take me back, then,” he suggested, but you shook your head and then gagged at the motion.

Rindou helped you up and out of the club, and the two of you sat on the side of the building, feeling the vibrations of the music beating through your bodies. The streets were busy with people, but it was so quiet in comparison to what the last few hours had been for you that you revelled in it like silence. While you vomited a couple times (you got a bit of it on one of your heels which prompted you to vomit once more), Rindou held your hair back.

Once you were finished, you leaned against him, and his hand wrapped around your waist to hold on to you so securely that you could tell he was scared it would be the last time he ever got the chance to do so. You looked up at the sky, but the lights of the city were so bright that there were no stars up there to guide you.

“Do you think we’re meant to be together?” You asked Rindou, “Like, do you think that, in another universe or timeline or whatever, we’d be together as well?”

He took a deep breath in, “All I know is that if I got the chance to live my life all over again, I would choose to do it all the same.”

“You love your life that much?” You smiled softly.

“I love you that much.”

In a predictable turn of events, you would find yourself waking up in your bed the next morning, Rindou by your side. Your house would be full of his and his brother’s things by day’s end, with a letter of gratitude placed in your mailbox by Madarame, and the very ring that had caused the whole mess sitting on your breakfast bar. You would ask your boyfriend to explain himself, and he’d shrug and reply that it was just a promise. He was going to put it somewhere safe, and one day, when the two of you had been break-up-free for a sufficient amount of time, you’d get the chance to wear it.

But in that moment outside the club, you didn’t much care to think how your morning would be. The breeze was cold, but you could taste the air, and it tasted like bliss.

[koishiro]

Dating B4 Bonten Rindou Haitani <3

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Party 4 U

You witnessed it again. How the crowd parted when he stepped in. You saw it again, how the man that has been occupying your mind for the past weeks walked through the party like he owns it. Everyone knows him, so it’s not hard for him to blend in, yet he stood out the most. You’re hoping tonight you will talk to him again too, because you only threw this party for him.

It was a Tuesday night when you decided to go to one of the popular clubs in Roppongi. Despite it being only the second day of the week, you were drained enough to realize you needed to drink until you passed out. Work had been shit. It always is. But usually, you’d wait until Friday night to release all the pent-up stress from the week. Then you’d wake up on Saturday morning with a hangover and vomit all over your room.

But not tonight, you decided, not tonight. You needed to be drunk. And if you couldn’t come to work tomorrow because you were shitfaced, you didn’t care.

Fuck the management.

Fuck the papers you need to be signed.

Fuck the report.

Fuck work.

The night was already deep, and you were at it, drinking and feeling the music. The bass was so loud your heart thumped along with it. You were vibing so much when suddenly the crowd parted.

You’ve had your fair share of handsome guys in your bed. You know how they work their charm to get what they want. But this one is different. He’s not just handsome—he’s pretty. A tall man, almost six feet. His physique was lean, not bulky, but enough to know he could lift you and pin you against the wall. And those sleeves rolled up to reveal intricate tattoos? He looked so cool.

He walked in the middle while the crowd literally stopped to gawk at his presence.

Who is he? You had to know. You hoped you’d get to know him more tonight. And just when you thought you'd have to go through lengths just to be near him, the party god must’ve heard you and fulfilled your wish.

He sat beside you at the bar counter.

You avoided his gaze immediately, trying to act cool even though your head was beating from alcohol.

“New here?” You weren’t sure if the alcohol was playing tricks on you, but did he just ask you a question?

To be sure, you turned your head toward him, and saw the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen looking directly at you. Purple orbs waiting for your answer.

“Yeah,” you said, thinking act cool.

“Hmm, ’cause you look unfamiliar,” he replied, sipping his whiskey.

“You’re talking like you know everyone who comes here,” you said, avoiding his gaze and choosing instead to look at your drink. He was a man built differently, and you could feel it in the pressure you felt just sitting beside him. It was like the music in the club suddenly stopped and everyone was watching the two of you.

“Would you believe me if I said yeah? I know everyone who comes here,” he answered. You didn’t find it surprising. You saw how the crowd acknowledged his presence awhile ago.

You nodded but didn’t answer. As much as you wanted to prolong your conversation with the pretty man, you were nervous. Even the colorful lights dancing on his face couldn’t hide the mysterious aura he displayed. Your heart is beating fast along with the dizzy feeling. You want to stay by his side and get to know him.

You were attracted, and you knew it.

With courage fueled by alcohol, you jokingly asked, “You own this club or something? ”

“Kinda,” he smirked, watching your surprise.

The night reached its peak and so did your conversation with him. He wasn’t as talkative as you, but you enjoyed his presence. You didn’t even know what time it was. It felt like time had stopped the moment he sat beside you. The longer you talked, the closer you got. Now, under the excuse of the loud music, you were whispering into each other’s ears.

“Wait a minute, I gotta go to the bathroom,” you said, leaning close.

“Let me come with you,” he said.

“No, it’s okay. I can walk there alone.”

“You’ve had too much, pretty. I doubt you can even stand.” He leaned closer, his hand on your waist. The breath you let out was so shaky he could almost taste it.

“I can handle myself, really,” you said, leaning closer as well, feeling his touch.

“Then let me see if you can stand.” He removed his hand from your waist as you stood. You were trying not to wobble in front of him.

“See?”

“Alright, pretty. I’ll watch you while you walk. We don’t want people stomping on you if you trip.”

You laughed heartily at his joke. As you walked toward the bathroom, you turned your head and saw those purple orbs still fixed on you.

You smiled giddily and walked as fast as you could so you could return to him immediately.

However, the excitement vanished the moment you returned. The bar stool was now occupied by someone else. The pretty man was gone. You looked around, trying to spot him, but the presence that had stopped time in the club had vanished. Everything had resumed. The loud music, the dancing people, the strobing lights. Everything in the club moved on.

For the rest of the night you looked for him, but it was hopeless finding the mysterious man. He's nowhere to be found. Defeated, you gave one last lingering look to the stool you were sitting on and decided to go home.

-

You thought the memory of the man with the pretty face would fade like the alcohol in your system. But a week passed, and you were still hoping to see him again, so every night, you returned to the same club drinking and waiting for his return.

You were sure it wasn’t just a drunken dream. It had happened. You may not remember every word you shared, but you knew the moment was real. He was real. He held you. You wished you had told him to wait, asked for his name, his number, or just held your pee a little longer. Your what-ifs haunted you every night.

You treasured that short moment so much that for two weeks straight, you kept going back. You were afraid to forget his face. But time moved on, and no matter how hard you tried to stop it, you never saw him again.

It was like he left a part of himself with you. The part of him you knew.

You were desperate. So desperate that when you got promoted at work, you decided to celebrate at that same club. You didn’t rent the whole place, just a part of it. Enough space for you and your coworkers. Enough just to be there.

As much as you wanted to celebrate your success, you only threw the party to see him again.

You only threw this party for him. Hoping he would come through

And just when you thought it was another mission failed- you saw him. The same mysterious presence. The same pretty face that parted the crowd. Like a dream, he walked in.

“I only threw this party for you, for you, for you

I'm about to party on you

Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

Party on you, party on you”

Haitani Rindou met your eyes again, inside the club, at the same bar counter, where he’d hoped to see you once more.

Your heart thumped alongside the bass of the music as he walked toward you.

“New here?” he asked.

“No,” you replied, trying to keep your smile steady.

Finally.

“Hmm, ’cause you look familiar.” He sat beside you, leaning close.

“You’re talking like you know everyone who comes here,” you answered, just like you did that Tuesday night.

The conversation felt familiar, but you went along, hoping it wouldn’t end like the last time.

You promise yourself that tonight won’t finish like before, where you’ve been yearning for a man you barely knew. You’ll hold everything in. Even if it takes looking at his face for the rest of the night, with a beating heart, you’ll do it just so you won’t lose sight of him.

“You’re looking at me like you missed me, pretty,” he said, leaning closer until your noses almost touched. Like before, everything went silent. Time stopped. Only the two of you existed in that moment.

“And you’ve been looking at me like you’ve waited,” you whispered.

“’Cause I did,” he said, leaning in even more. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Then, closer still, “Can I?”

You nodded. And that was all he needed, he closed the gap.

-

Usually, after drinking yourself shitfaced on a Friday night, you’d go home, vomit, and wake up hungover. But this time was different.

You drank until you were dizzy but were aware you went home with him. You went home with the man who had been caressing your waist all night and woke up with a hangover and a familiar ache between your thighs.

You turned to face the pretty man. His name is Haitani Rindou. The man who had occupied your mind for weeks, and now, your bed.

There was something about him that you couldn’t look away from, so when the party god decided that you needed to see him, they fulfilled your wish. Or maybe you are the party god because you threw a party for him.

Just so you could see him again.

And now you can hold him and kiss him whenever you want.

[okkalo]

winter with rindou haitani consists of lazy morning kisses

winter with rindou haitani consists of matching pj pants

winter with rindou haitani consists of him admiring you while you’re busy watching your breath fog outside

winter with rindou haitani consists of him holding your hand in the pocket of his jacket to keep you close and warm

winter with rindou haitani consists of you giggling at the whipped cream mustache his hot chocolate left behind

winter with rindou haitani consists of nights you’ve persuaded him to spend at home, watching movies with you, instead of at the club

winter with rindou haitani consists of him taking you to see pretty sights while also making sure to keep you warm

winter with rindou haitani consists of baking nights (he complains the entire time but he secretly loves it)

winter with rindou haitani consists of him waking you up just to take you on a coffee date to a cafe you desperately wanted to visit

winter with rindou haitani consists of kisses under the snowfall, both of your guys’ cold hands cupping each other’s cheeks

[vampzv]

— 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 . rindou, ran

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons of sweet things they do

cw. sfw, reader has no gender, fluff, just sweet haitani household shenanigans

an. something to start this account out with ! this is so self-indulgent, sns ;)) also wanted to make this longer, but my brain went empty.

⤷ Ran, who has such an iron grip on you that you just need to succum to his whims and keep cuddling with him even though it's already way into the middle of the day.

⤷ Rindou, who always wakes you up with your morning drink of choice while giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.

⤷ Ran, who rests his head on top of yours when you're standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth, giving you a lazy, half lidded smile.

⤷ Ran and Rindou, who let you take up all the space on the Sofa, your legs thrown over Rans lap, while your head rests in Rindous.

⤷ Rindou, who even though you only want to go to the corner store for some sweets will accompany you because "someone needs to cary your bags".

⤷ Rindou, who creates mixes just for you and sends them to you in the middle of the night with a message reading "Thinking of you".

⤷ Rindou, who lets you fall asleep on his lap while he works on a new mix for some upcoming party at their apartment.

⤷ Ran, who loses himself in your touch whenever you ask him to brush his hair for him.

⤷ Ran, whose love language is physical touch and gift giving.

⤷ Rindou, whose love language is acts of service and quality time.

⤷ Ran, who watches you paint your nails and asks you to paint his too so you can match.

⤷ Rindou, who will intently listen to any gossip you tell him about, his gaze wandering to your lips.

⤷ Ran, who buys anything you point out that you think looks pretty.

⤷ Rindou, who has all your likes and dislikes memorised.

⤷ Ran, who always makes it clear to everyone that you're his and he's yours, by having his arm firmly around you or holding your hand.

⤷ Rindou, who lets you trace the tattoo, adorning half of his chest while he tries not to blush too much at your soft hand, gliding innocently across his abs.

⤷ Ran and Rindou, who are respected and feared by many but behind closed doors, melt into your touch, hoping they never need to leave it.

© vampzv — reblogs are appreciated !

[saeun]

sick with you haitani ran & rindou.

sum. new side quest unlocked: babysitting your sick boyfriend bc he got too cocky in a brawl. bonten tl ( in my head )

ran lays his head on your shoulders, whimpering at the feeling. his body's hot, he feels like he's going to explode. unable to keep it in any longer, he drags out your name in raspy whisper.

ran is sick. sick and bedridden due to spraining a muscle. as dangerous as he is now, he's never gotten rid of the peculiar habit of trying to appear fancy. as the causes and effects take its course, one lead to another and ran's back to being nursed by you.

is ran annoying? by default.

does it get worse depending on his mood? absolutely.

combine a regular ran with a sick ran and you get the personality of a five-year-old: fussy, hungry, lazy, sleepy and wants undivided attention. when ran is sick it leads to him being clingy. he wants your touch — whether it's by holding hands or trapping you under his limbs.

"okay, can i pleaseee move? pretty please? cherry on top?" begging for your freedom, you wiggle around but not enough to trigger his headache.

digging his head deeper into the junction of your neck-to-shoulder, he mutters a "no," squeezing your waist tighter.

the position, for him, is heavenly comfort. laid atop you, under the soft duvets. his body's stationed between your legs with one of it resting on his back. his hair's tousled, strands of lavender and black scattered across his face and your chest. if you were to be honest, he looks pretty. domestic times like this drag you away from the violent ways of your boyfriend outside the house. well, you would admit it if it wasn't for his body sinking you down the mattress. seriously, you can't breathe. as much as you adore him you're not dying like this.

"ran, sweetie, please get off me."

"don't want to."

"alright." you accepted defeat.

nothing could've prepared you for the absolute battle that came with a sick and irritated rindou. ever since the sun snuck behind the clouds he's been coughing for his life like a sick victorian child. he does not need your pestering ringing his ears. he loves you a lot but you need to put that seaweed soup down.

upon seeing your menacing figure at the door, rindou immediately hides his face under a pillow. he knows what you are — what you're here for. you won't win against him nor will you get past his barriers especially if it's the soup in your hands.

"rin, i brought some painkillers, water and an energy drink."

mission failed tremendously. barriers have been broken beyond repair. the intruder has won.

peeking at you, his hand reaches out for yours. "gimme the energy drink, please."

"sit up first," you urged him, sitting at the edge of the bed. "and you're going to have some water first."

groaning, rindou sits up and slouches. he shifts his body's weight on one side to lean onto you. he slides one hand under your shirt, mindlessly caressing your stomach. it doesn't take long before another wave of pain hits him like a tsunami. immediately, he cowers.

"hurts a lot," rindou groans.

"i know, baby," you spoke softly, squeezing his thigh in a controlled rhythm. "you have to take the painkiller for help."

rindou succumbs to the pain. being rendered unable to disagree, he can only nod once as a reply.

[mitsuyeaah]

hey, i was wondering how bonten (or ran, rindo, and sanzu) would act if they misunderstood a situation between you and your older brother and they got all jealous. (no inc*st or step-cest or anything like that). it’s a funny trope so i thought i’d ask lol

MISUNDERSTANDINGS

syn: bonten trio accidentally misunderstanding a situation between you and your older brother.

TR ft. RAN, RINDOU, SANZU

cw: swearing, jealous!bonten trio but other than that, just pure fluff, pet names (baby, babe, princess, darling)

a/n: sorry this took quite a while, anon! wrote this while i was at the gym hehe

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RAN HAITANI

— tries to understand the situation. ran tries to keep a cool front, keyword: tries. he knows he’s mature enough to not jump to conclusions but it’s driving him absolutely crazy so he resorts to confrontation.

“oh, hey babe! just getting this sorted out.” ran stared at the scene in front of him, he could feel his limbs tingling from he didn’t know what exactly—jealousy? anger? confusion? you sat on the living room floor, assembling the new coffee table you and ran had bought; it was all fine until his eyes landed on a man sitting across you, helping with the furniture. what the fuck? you had come up to him so casually with another man in his presence, kissing his cheek as you greeted him. were you not ashamed one bit? guilty? that another man was under the roof the two of you shared? stepped foot in a home designed for you and him only? ran stood there, pools of lilac boring holes onto the unknown man’s head.

you turned to ran, noticing the shift in his aura but his eyes were locked onto the man next to you. before you could call out his name, he opened his mouth, “and who might you be? didn’t know we had a.. guest, if i may.” his tone was flat and cold but a saccharine smile made its way to his lips as if to taunt the man. you furrowed your brows, “ran—” “no, princess. i want to hear from him. he’s got his own voice, yeah?” you blinked up at ran as he cut you off. was he being for real right now? why was he being rude?

your older brother let out an awkward chuckle and scratched at his nape, “i’m- i’m their older brother.. uh, nice to meet you, ran haitani, right?” your sibling hastily stood up, jutting out an arm at ran who looked like he had seen a ghost. every single feeling was drained from his body at the man’s introduction. well shit. “darling.. i’ve told you about my older brother so many times.. do you not remember?” ran wracked around his brain. shit. shit. you had told him but he somewhat forgot about it.

he stood there for a few seconds before quickly shaking your brother’s hand, “oh fuck, i’m so sorry! shit shit— i didn’t mean to be rude at all!” ran’s eyes widened before profusely bowing in front of your older brother. you bit back a smile, ran has never acted like this before—it was such a sight to see him all flustered and embarrassed. a man who’s nothing but self assured turned into a flustered mess in front of your brother. “you treat all strangers like this..?” your brother mused, clearly joking. ran’s mouth opened and closed as he turned crimson red. both you and your sibling laughed out loud at his awkward state.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RINDOU HAITANI

— waits for you to admit it. rindou is not a man of many words, he doesn’t really like confrontations and would rather hear it from you without him having to ask you—even if it swarms his thoughts day and night.

“you know.. you can tell me anything..” rindou’s deep voice sliced through the peaceful silence of the night, the vibrations from his chest going straight to your ear as you lie your head atop it. there was this slight hesitancy in his tone that made you furrow your brows, “hm? what do you mean?” you angled your head to look up at his face—his amethyst eyes were cast with the warm glow of the bedside lamp but you could see the swirling storm behind it. rindou stared straight ahead, his hand had stopped rubbing your back. he bit his lip, feeling a lump in his throat as he mustered the courage to say something. to address the elephant in the room.

“i.. i know you’re seeing someone else.. i saw another man’s shoes at the doorstep when i came home.” upon seeing it earlier, rindou turned and left to clear his thoughts. he closed his eyes, his hand that hovered over your back balled into a fist. furrowing your brows, you put the pieces together in your head and before you knew it, a wide grin was plastered on your face. rindou’s eyes shot open as you burst out laughing, no sign of guilt on your face. he was confused. “wha—” “baby.. those shoes you saw earlier? they were my brother’s! he came by to meet you but you came home later than usual.” you buried your face in his chest, shaking with laughter.

rindou’s brows shot up, “but— how— you didn’t tell me..?” “i texted you, remember? though i don’t think you replied at all.” realisation sank in and rindou wanted the bed to swallow him whole. his phone had died and had no way of charging it, hence why he didn’t see your text earlier. he buried his face in his palms as he felt his face heat up in embarrassment. how could he be so silly? “fuck, how embarrassing.. i’m so sorry for assuming, baby. i—” “baby, it’s okay.” you tried to console him but ended up bursting with laughter at the situation, earning a deep sigh from rindou and his face shielded with his hands.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ HARUCHIYO SANZU

— immediately jumps to a conclusion. sanzu is a very clingy partner, he sees another man next to you? he sees red. doesn’t beat around the bush, and he gets straight to the point—this behaviour of his, he’s picked up from doing his job in bonten.

“who the hell is this?! are you cheating on me?” you almost dropped the plate you were holding at sanzu’s loud voice. there he stood at the entrance of the kitchen, sleeves of his button down shirt rolled up, hair tousled—a clear sign of a rough day from work. a vein was prominent at the side of his neck as he questioned you. sanzu narrowed his eyes at the man who stood next to you, not only was he in his kitchen, he also wore his apron. “sanzu! that-that’s not the way to greet my brother!” you took a few steps to stand in front of him as you saw rage brewing behind his azure eyes; it all quickly dissipated as his eyes darted between the two of you. oh. you two did have the same eyes.

sanzu bit his bottom lip, embarrassment quickly swallowing him. he remembered his outburst a few seconds ago and he wanted nothing but to crawl into a hole. “ah.. um.. my apologies. didn’t know you had an older brother.” he sheepishly smiled at you, scratching at his nape. “well now you do. he was so eager to meet you, you know.” you raised a brow at him before proceeding to set up for dinner—with the help of your older brother. sanzu awkwardly stood there, feeling out of place. he locked gazes with your brother before shuffling to his feet and warmly greeting the man; you playfully shook your head at sanzu as you heard him profusely apologising, his tone much calmer and quieter now.

throughout the night, sanzu kept close. he fully knew you were still a bit upset at how he acted towards your brother. he didn’t blame you, it was entirely his fault. he was clingy—a hand on your thigh, an arm slung around your waist, his shoulder touching yours. you’ve already forgiven him earlier but you wanted to see how far he’d keep up with this; it was cute to say the least. how he followed you like a puppy with it’s tail between it’s legs, clearly guilty of his actions.

© mitsuyeaah