#fuckin ouch though 🥲

[thoustve]

dhhdgs. the debate on whether to make a doctor appt over this pain, or continue living with it because ill likely be ignored about it again……..

[izubabes]

Hello! I recently discovered your works and I'm very much enjoying your TR fics, not that Kokonoi one though that shit hurts 🥲

Anyways! I decided to drop a request here if you don't mind.

Okay so Haitani bros who grew up with a girl older than them for a few years. The two always liked her by a lot that on the her birthday, the young brothers made her promise to be their wife by the time they all reached the right age, to her, it was all but a silly promise kids tend to make that never truly happens but little did she knows, the two are dead serious about the promise they made.

I would prefer if this was made in Bonten timeline but you're free to choose either way! If you do write smut then I would totally down for that otherwise I'll still very much enjoy it with or without smut. The concept is kinda yandere-ish so if you're not comfortable at writing that then just ignore that hihi.

But again if you overall just didn't like this idea you're free to ignore it 😂

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞’𝐬 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧!𝐑𝐚𝐧, 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧!𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲! 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐…?

PAST TIMELINE: Roppongi District, Minato, Japan.

The Haitani Brothers. Roppongi’s local celebrities for all the wrong reasons. They ruled the district with an iron fist, stomping out insubordination and disrespect with no mercy. Ran and Rindou answer to no one, they fear no one, they are the law, they sit on an unshakable throne built out of charisma and tenaciousness.

The flickering streetlights illuminated the alleyway the brothers found themselves in, beer cans and trash bags littered the area rattling in the wake of an aggravated assault. The rain poured down on the boys, soaking their clothes in icy droplets while rinsing away the drops of warm blood trailing down their faces. Rindou dug his heel into his unlucky victim's back, the bloodied man's shrieks falling as a symphony on his ears. “Next time I catch you in our terf, I’ll break more than just your arm. Understand?"

"Hey, Haitani!"

Ran's attentive gaze flickered from his brother to the figure approaching in the distance, annoyance quickly replacing the amused expression on his face. It was surely another idiot who was looking to have his ass beat tonight. "Who the fuck do ya think you're talking to— oh shit."

Correction: They only fear one person, a girl to be specific. The love of their lives, Y/N L/N.

"What did I tell you both about starting fights!?" The blazing flames of hell could be seen swirling in your eyes as Ran muttered a prayer for mercy. The menacing stomps of your colorful rainboots echoed in the alleyway, growing louder as you approach the pair, examining the bloody scene ahead. You glanced over at the confused victim, offering them an apologetic hand, noting the way he flinched at your action. "Go home, sorry about them."

The stranger weakly took your hand, too dazed to question where you appeared from. Ran and Rindou stood still in the background, too stunned to speak a word against you nor to continue their earlier assault. He clutched his injured arm, sparing the brothers one last glance before quietly limping away. "Thank you, Miss..."

"The hell, no fair! That bastard was the one that started it," Ran spat out before you began dragging him out from the disgusting alley by gripping one of his disheveled braids. The bone-chilling sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance causing you to quicken your pace. "Ouch! That fuckin' hurts, Y/N!"

"Quit complaining, Ran." You snapped, not in the mood to spend hours at the police station. A muffled fit of giggles could be heard from behind, you turned on your heel and narrowed your eyes on the younger Haitani, who was quietly enjoying the fact his brother was getting chewed out. "Get your sorry ass over here, Rin-Rin. I'm not done scolding you yet."

The tone in your voice caused his blood to freeze, becoming replaced with a submissive aura. He trailed behind you just like a puppy, refusing invoke more of your wrath. "Yes ma'am!"

The Haitanis had always regarded you as their best friend, the strict older sister they never had, their protective guardian angel who bailed them out of the police station on multiple occasions. Home was always anywhere with you. They loved the way you always greeted them with an ethereal kindness and open arms.

You were always there to patch up their wounds after a fight, not letting them escape without a harsh lecture. Cooking them meals after finding our they never ate properly, instead relying on convenience store snacks and instant ramen to fill their withering stomachs. The admiration soon into infatuation which then developed into love. An insatiable type of love they constantly reminded you of anytime they had the chance to express it.

Ran always wiped your tears away whenever you cried over another boy who stood you up. Rindou secretly planned to jump the ungrateful fucker while reassuring you that everything would be okay. The brothers would go to the ends of the earth in order to keep the smile on your face consistent — it was their reason for living and waking up each day. You would always repay their kindness by keeping them out of trouble, or at least you tried to.

PAST TIMELINE: Roppongi District, L/N Residence.

[Ran Haitani: 14] [Rindou Haitani: 13] [Y/N L/N: 17]

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!" Ran barged into your decorated room, suffocating you under his tight embrace, the angelic warmth radiating from your body made his head spin in delight. He never understood the concept of personal space when it came to you, he practically wanted you glued to his side. “You're one year closer to death, gorgeous.”

"You're such a sadist,” You groaned, lightly pushing him away as a tiny pout crept up his lips. You poked his cheek, signaling your need for his sudden attention. "Thank you, though.”

Rindou stumbled into the room soon after, frilly giftbags occupying his hands as he glared daggers into Ran's back. He had purposefully left him behind in order to be the first one to greet you on your special day. "Why did I have to carry all this shit upstairs, Ran? Oh, happy birthday, Y/N."

“Because you’re too slow.” Ran grinned, plopping his present into your lap first, violet irises eagerly watching the way you admired the glittery packaging. "Open it, c’mon don't be shy."

Ran gifted you the glamorous hairpin you had been eyeing on an outing, the price was outrageous, but his sneaky fingers made it completely free. He knew it would look absolutely lovely in your hair, pairing perfectly with the gorgeous yukata you bought for the upcoming fireworks festival. It would be there that Ran would confess his feelings to you for the millionth time, pleading for you to become his and his alone.

“I’m assuming this is for a special someone, young man?”

“Something like that…”

Rindou’s gift was a popular plushie set he courageously battled a ferocious group of mothers for at the toy store. He knew you had scouted out all of Roppongi's shopping centers in search of them even deciding to risk your life in the sketchier areas of the district despite his warning to avoid the location.

“Hand it over, old hag! I got places to be.”

“You disrespectful brat…”

Did he break his glasses during the ongoing chaos? Yes, but it was worth the endless amount of praise and hugs he received from you.

“Aw, you guys are so sweet!" You squealed, placing a sweet kiss on each of their cheeks. The siblings' brains short-circuited at the affection; your gentle kisses were a once-in-a-lifetime event, the last time you had done that was when they had been released from the hospital after a particularly nasty fight a couple years ago. "Uh... are you two okay?"

"I want you to marry me," Rindou blurted out, deciding to put his feelings on full display and shoot his shot, ignoring the fact that his face was on fire. Ran choked on his spit, panicking over the fact his brother had finally made a bold attempt at expressing his love.

You stared at the younger Haitani is disbelief, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. He was never one to joke about something as serious as marriage. Hell, he was too shy to ask to hold your hand despite the countless times Ran had done so. "Slow down, Rin. I'm three years older than you. You still have some growing up to do!"

"I can wait!" He stated, engulfing your hands with his own. His orchid irises pierced your soul, an unwavering amount of determination reflecting from them. He needed to hear you say something, any kind of confirmation would do. “Can you wait for me, please?”

You ruffled his hair, ignoring his protests to quit it knowing he secretly enjoyed the attention. Rindou’s heart rate sped up at your following words. “Stay out of juvie, Rin-Rin. Once you’re taller than me, maybe we can get married, okay?”

Ran scoffed, offended at the fact you were indulging his younger brother's fantasy. His hand reached out to tilt your gaze in his direction, jealously oozing from his voice. "What about me? I confessed to you over a year ago!"

You sighed, flicking the older Haitani’s forehead, an inaudible curse slipping past his lips. “Ran, you were literally covered in blood and bruises while passing out on my doorstep… I was sure you were delusional.” Rindou snickered, elbowing his older sibling in the ribs to his amusement. "I remember that, bro. You kept calling her ‘mommy’, it was hilarious.”

“So? I still meant it.” He grumbled under his breath, trailing back as soon as he realized what he said. "Not the mommy thing! You're gonna be my hot wifey, I can see it now."

Rindou snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you into his arms, asserting his possessiveness over the girl in question. After pouring his heart out to you, embarrassment was the last thing clouding his mind. “That’s not fair, Ran. I asked her first.”

Ran smirked, deciding to escalate the situation by pushing Rindou out of your shared embrace. He peered down at his brother with a smug smile, pressing a lingering kiss on your cheek. “She’s going to marry me, I’m the oldest.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Rindou pulled on Ran's braids while they both tumbled onto the floor, cursing each other out. The insults grew more and more crude by the second, Rindou calling Ran out on his tiny dick while the latter commented on the fact he’s never seen a pair of boobs before. Each one argued that they would be the one putting a ring on your finger while the losing brother would watch from the sidelines.

You rolled your eyes at the feuding pair, splitting them apart before landing a harsh series of slaps on their butts. It was childish really, the way they fought over you like a new toy without asking how you felt about the entire situation. "CUT IT OUT!"

"Did you just spank us?"

"Yes," You huffed, shifting your gaze from one boy to the other. It was time to unlesash your trump card, the puppy eyes and pouty lips. The Haitanis always fell weak at your sweet begging, immediately wanting to fulfill your desires. “No more fighting, please. For me?"

“F-Fine,” Ran fought back the urge to kiss you, intoxicated with the way you were the living definition of true beauty. Rindou avoided staring into your eyes, knowing his mind would turn into jelly at sight. "Just for you, birthday girl. "

"How about this? If I'm still single by the time we're adults, we can get married."

Rindou's eyes lit up, his undivided attention now in the palm of your hands. He leaned in closer, flushed face merely inches apart from your own. "You promise?"

“Pinky promise.” You extended out both of your pinkies, one to each Haitani, a genuine smile illuminating your face. The siblings laced your fingers with yours, sealing the deal. You stood up, motioning for them to follow behind. "Come on, there's still some cake in the fridge!"

You unknowingly signed your freedom away that fateful afternoon. It was simply a fleeting moment of deception in order to end their fighting. A silly little promise you were sure they would forget about, it wasn’t as if they actually believed you… Right?

PRESENT TIMELINE: Bonten Nightclub, Shibuya, Japan.

[Ran Haitani: 31] [Rindou Haitani: 30] [Y/N L/N: 34]

Over the years, you matured in more ways than one, the pair of siblings included. You followed in the footsteps of prestigious academia while the Haitani brothers descended into the world of underground crime. Their loyalty was a fickle mess in their youth, jumping from one gang to another until they both permanently settled in Bonten. They agreed one statement: Mikey may own their bodies, but you own their hearts and souls. It was a secret the brothers would carry to the grave.

Ran cautiously trailed behind you, rambling on and on about how you needed to follow their instructions, despite the fact the siblings owned the club, and no real harm could come to you. “Listen closely, Y/N. Don’t wander off without one of us by your side. Don’t accept any drinks unless we order them. Don’t talk to anyone who—”

“Ran, I get it." You said tiredly, it was too late in the evening to have him hovering over you like an overprotective parent. Rindou snickered, always finding it hilarious when you became frustrated with his antics. You mindlessly kept walking straight ahead, brushing past club goers before bumping staright into a toned chest.

“Who’s this lovely lady?” Azure irises raked down your body, enjoying the gorgeous sight before him. A new plaything for him for the group to share, of course. He placed a fleeting kiss on the back of your hand, weaving the intricate strings of his trap to snare you in his hold. “I’m Haruchiyo Sanzu, charmed to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you,” You replied, captivated with the handsome stranger’s sculpted features. “I’m—”

“Our fiancée” Ran mused as Rindou wrapped a protective arm around your waist, ripping Sanzu away from your body. “No touching her.”

Sanzu’s dilated eyes flickered from the brothers to you, an intrigued expression creeped up his scarred face. “Uh, you said our, as in plural?”

“Want me to spell it out?” Rindou spat, narrowing his eyes at the fellow executive. His grip on your figure tightened, fingers harshly digging into the plushness of your hip with the intent of keeping you safe despite the pain it brought. “You heard us correctly.”

“Rindou, calm down.” You ordered, pushing him away from your personal space, now finding his overbearing presence to be mildly suffocating. “Ignore these idiots, Haru. I promised them I would marry both of them when I was younger, turns out they took it literally.”

“Oh, I like you.” Sanzu mused, sizing you up once more, ignoring the menacing stares coming from the Haitanis. He tilted your chin up, peering into your sultry gaze that he wanted to eat right up. "You're off the market then? That's damn shame, pretty little thing."

"Actually," You leaned in close, cherry red lips hovering over his scarred ones, practically centimeters away from touching. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, a mix of rich amber and spice that set your soul on fire. A curious hand wandered up his chest, shamelessly feeling up the muscle underneath the dress shirt. “I’d love to get to know you more.”

"Hey!" Ran barked, becoming frustrated with the amount of attention you were giving another man. He knew how shameless you became once you found a potential suitor, craving the affection of someone other than a Haitani. "Can you not fuck one of our coworkers? I’m literally right here, baby.”

You scoffed, irritated with the fact he was ruining your chance to flirt with the alluring male. You pointed an accusatory finger at the siblings, clicking your tongue in distaste. "The two of you are the reason I can't get a date!"

“Sweetheart, you've gone on plenty of dates,” Ran argued, a coy smile lighting up his sculpted features after knowing he was getting under your skin. You narrowed your eyes at the pair, remembering how each one ended catastrophically due to their constant meddling. “That you both ruined, Haitani. Keep your nosey ass out of my love life, got it?”

"Scold me more," Ran whined, practically moaning into the air like a whore. "Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you're pissed? Make me wanna fuck you right here."

No matter how many times you rejected his flirty advances, it only motivated him to keep it up, knowing that eventually you would crumble under his persistence. Ran's teasing was relentless ever since you were kids, growing cruder as time passed until all he could ever talk about was railing you.

"Rin-Rin, a little help?" You pleaded to the younger Haitani.

“They were losers, anyways." Rindou replied as he caressed your cheek, a warm smile adorning his normally downturned lips. His voice softened, a gesture he always made whenever he addressed you. “Ran's just a drama queen. We just want what’s best for you, Y/N.”

You huffed, ignoring the faux sympathy lacing his words. “Which is?”

“Me.” Sanzu cut in, daring to keep playing his cards until he reached victory. The game was beginning to get interesting, he wanted to continue pushing his luck until he "Care to dance, little lady?"

Rindou cuts the conversation short before you can get a single word out. "Absolutely not, I can see that unhinged look in your eyes, Sanzu."

You rolled your eyes, becoming more and more impatient with the way the brothers had answered for you throughout the entire night. "Rin-Rin, it's just sweet little Haru. Not like I'm going to corrupt him or anything.”

"This unstable bastard is anything but sweet," Rindou seethed, immediately piecing together the hidden intentions behind Sanzu’s kind façade. Ran shot him a warning to which he ignored, choosing to handle the situation on his own.

"Enough," You snapped, completely fed up with the way he wanted to control your every move. Rindou stepped back, unable to recognize the fury swirling in your eyes. "I hate to do this but I'm older than you, Rindou. I'm not a child, what's your excuse?”

Sanzu’s signature grin illuminated his face, checkmate. "Yeah, Rin-Rin. Let the lady make her own decisions."

Violet hues stalked your figure as you descended downstairs to the dance floor, tugging Sanzu’s blissful self alongside you. You spent the next hour practically glued to the man’s side, sharing drinks and stories regarding the Haitanis. He admitted he was eyeing you since you had walked into the club, recognizing you as the childhood friend the brothers always brought up during Bonten meetings.

Sanzu rested his hands on your hips, intoxicated with the way your body molded into his, swaying along to the beat of the music. He smugly glanced up at Ran who quietly sipped the bourbon lingering in his glass, carefully studying the menacing scowl occupying his sibling's face. "That's quite a nasty expression, brother.

"I'm going to shoot Sanzu's fuckin' dick off," Rindou seethed, gulping down another shot of tequila. The taste was atrocious but the instant relief it provided was too satisfying. His ego was bruised from the snarky comment you had made earlier, he needed a distraction from the oozing jealousy pooling in his gut. "Bartender, gimme another one!"

"Go talk to her instead of getting shitfaced, Rin."

Rindou snorted, "How are you so calm about this?"

"Because I know she'll always come back to us," Ran answered, snatching away the incoming shot glass before Rindou could grab ahold of it. He downed the liquid in one swallow, slamming the glass on the table before shifting his attention back to his younger brother. "We made a promise."

As if on cue, you returned from the crowded area with Sanzu clinging onto you. He was clearly unaware of the way your friends were plotting his incoming execution, choosing to amuse you with endless praises about how much a beauty you were and how much he enjoyed your company. It was flattering, to say the least, to receive such strong affection from a stranger.

“I returned your lovely lady in one piece,” Sanzu said, motioning for you to go on ahead and rejoin the group.

“Let’s do a round of shots,” You announced, taking a seat in between the brothers at the bar. Rindou remained silent, too prideful to admit that he had been too much of a pain in the ass earlier. Ran started up conversation about how you never had been one for drinking more than fruity drinks to which you answered that you wanted to try something new.

Rindou's face paled as he swallowed the drink, the contents in his stomach roared like ocean waves, threatening to overflow and consume him. He caught the way you observed him with a worried expression, choosing to play the part of the helpless victim. “Stomach hurts," He muttered, a tight fist clenching the fabric of his shirt as beads of sweat trailed down his face. "Drank too much..."

"Let’s go," You ordered, pulling him out of the bar stool and ushering him to his feet. Rindou slumped over, groaning in discomfort as his head landed on your shoulder. The effects of the shots he had solely consumed earlier were beginning to set in. His tall body practically engulfed you, making it extremely difficult to maneuver through the crowd. "Don’t puke on me!”

“There’s a private room in the back,” Sanzu called out, pointing in the direction of a sectioned off area of the club. “Head to the end of the hall, it’ll be to your right.”

You sent him an innocent wink, following up by blowing a kiss in his direction. “Thanks Haru! I owe you.”

“She’s adorable,” Sanzu cooed, a sigh of pure pleasure escaping his chest. His aquamarine irises regarded you with a predatory hunger. “Mind if I take her home?”

“Of course,” Ran grinned before shoving the barrel of his gun into Sanzu’s mouth, clicking the safety off as his finger hovered over the trigger. He gagged on the object, drool trickling down the sides of his scarred lips. “Be prepared to go missing afterwards, just a little warning.”

Your fingers gently carded through Rindou's lilac strands, pushing them away from his anguished face. He nuzzled his overheating cheek into your hand, enjoying the comfort you brought by running your thumb along the clammy skin. "Are you feeling better, Rin-Rin? Do you want some more water?"

"No... I'm fine now." The muffled booms of the music playing outside slowly grounded him in reality. The affectionate nickname you had given him when he was a child rang in his ears with a taunting tune. Is that all you would ever see him as? Ran's wimpy younger brother? A pathetic little brat who can’t keep his mouth shut and his alcohol in his system. “Y/N, do you love me?”

"Of course, Rin.” You replied quietly, cupping his soft cheeks. An apologetic tone laced your words as you began to speak. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. You’re such a baby sometimes but I’m one too.”

“Say you love me,” Rindou pleaded, his needy hands pawing at your hips, he wanted to hear you swear your loyalty to him and only him. “You love me more than Ran, right? We're more than friends, right?”

Your mouth went dry, coherent thoughts fluttering out the window of your mind. Rindou had always expressed his feelings through his actions rather than words, hearing him admit them came as a complete shock to your heart. The guilt of indulging him while Ran shared the same feelings tugged at your conscience, indecisiveness filling your mind. You barely had any time time process what the fuck was going on until you felt Rindou’s hot breath fanning against your face.

“I want you…” Rindou slurred, trailing wet kisses down your neck, pushing you back against the wall and toying the zipper on your dress, attempting to pull it down. “You’re all mine, pretty.”

“Rindou… wait, please.” You moaned, scrambling to find the right words to end this heated session. His face was flushed, whether due to the alcohol or the lust flooding through his body, he was a whimpering and horny mess. “You’re wasted, we can't do this here.”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Y/N. I can take care of you, please let me.” His teeth bit down on the supple skin of your collarbones, creating a fresh bruise for the world to marvel at, his cool tongue ran over the mark soothing the pain that accompanied it.

“That’s not very nice,” Ran interrupted, stepping into the room while eyeing the way you abruptly skittered away from Rindou's hold. It was pointless to hide the fact you were both seconds away from undressing each other. He made a note of the fresh hickey forming on your neck. “Keeping her all to yourself, hm?”

Rindou stumbled forwards, the alcohol was still coursing through his body though not as strongly as before. “All’s fair in love and war, brother.”

You cleared your throat, smoothing down the strands of your tousled hair. It was embarrassing enough that you had been caught making out with your best friend’s younger brother. You wanted to leave and forget what had just taken place. “Ran, we need to get Rindou home, right now.”

"We will," He smirked, approaching your figure and wiping away the smeared lipstick on your face. "After you answer the burning question. Who do you love more, Y/N?"

Your heart skipped a beat. “What!?”

“You heard me,” Ran said teasingly, towering over your shorter frame. A glint of mischief twinkled in his eye as he watched you shuffle uncomfortably in response. It was fun to see you lose your confidence due to his actions.

You stared at them straight on, voice slightly wavering as you spoke. "Ran, Rindou. I love both of you, I really do."

"Marry us then,” Ran whispered into your neck, his hands wandered down your body, groping the soft flesh of your hips. “You gave us your word.”

The delicious feeling of lips on your neck drove you crazy, he bit down on the skin just as Rindou had done, leaving behind a matching purple mark. "I-It was a silly promise, guys... ah! I can't marry both of you."

"Oh darling," Rindou sneers, pressing his lips against yours, indulging in the taste of your mouth. “We know how to share.”

“Want you both so bad,” You whimpered, losing all composure. The thought of marrying your best friends was tempting, it would be perfect, it was the absolute best possible outcome. Waking up to Rindou’s angelic face as he cradled you in his arms. Ran would be preparing breakfast for all of you in the kitchen. The Haitanis had always promised they would protect you from anything that could potentially hurt you. “I wanna be yours.”

"Think about it," Ran said, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. He knew the sudden intervention had caught you off guard and he wanted to a clear indication of your consent. “We can get your final answer in a few days.”

Rindou’s soft expression melted the walls surrounding your caged up heart. "We meant it, lovely. We want you to be our cute little wife."