#rindou imagine

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: dynsfuctional families background (not rindou and reader), neglect and discussion about no contact, second chances (not between rindou and reader), domestic moments, reader and rindou have a son, pls don't do the math about the son's age and the wedding, cute moments, hurt/comfort, meeting again, mommy issues, she/her - afab character.

Rindou Haitani wasn't exactly a good person.

He still got insane road rage although his bike had been shifted for a comfortable car that could carry a baby seat in the back.

He still got the instinct to smash noses when anybody ever came closer to you, more than he’d like to allow. 

He definitely pictured the thought in his mind, only, though before breathing deeply, just putting an arm around your waist, glaring viciously at who had come forward.

He still disliked helping anybody if it meant going out of his way.

Still with a child in the raised seat of his shopping cart, he had to set up a good example as he noticed an elderly lady struggling to get a product placed on the highest shelf which came a few good inches taller than the woman’s head. 

It wasn’t like he was a daily asshole - that was Ran’s role - and he knew about … chivalry, which was probably the sole reason why he got you.

So now he held doors, waited for the slowest ever old men to cross the road and helped ladies with their own groceries although he was running on three hours of sleep and had no interest in being in a loud supermarket store at ten in the morning on a busy Saturday.

Still, you had been behind with some deadlines and had spent the previous night fixing your son’s birthday decorations, while Rindou finished a DJ set so that he could have the weekend free to spend it with you.

You had seemed almost bashful when asking him to go to the grocery store to get some further plastic cutleries since you had thought that you might be short as the previous night you had gone through a count of the potential kids coming to the party and found yourself wondering the worst; Rindou hadn’t minded, especially because he knew he’d have done anything for you, without even the need for a ‘please’.

It only came natural to act this way with the person that had blindly followed him into Tenjiku, after he had been an utter asshole to them.

So, if you wanted more cheap cutleries, he’d have gotten them for you while you finished the projects you had put aside and brought your son out of the house so you could fully focus.

And now he’d have helped an elderly lady because he knew you enjoyed it when he set up a good example for your child, although he was barely a toddler, actually becoming five the following day.

«Miss, wait!» he called out, without paying the woman too much attention and instead going to grab the confection quickly before handing it down carefully as he knew he could be quite scary with his imposing stature. 

Rindou had cut back with the gym since your son had come in the picture as he had required as a baby your whole attention and although he had kept a steady routine, he hadn’t been the gym rat of the family for a long time.

Still, he retained a steady physique that had many dudes ducking their heads and he knew that oftentimes ladies would cross the street to avoid him, especially as he was oftentimes accompanied by his usual grumpy expression and oversized clothes. 

Rindou didn’t fault them as he was annoyed at people half of the time, but had by now grown used although a quick look on the woman’s face and he came to the realization that she wasn’t scared.

There was a slight familiarity on her as he slowly came to a shocking realization: it was your own mother.

Now, he wasn’t an utterly shit son-in-law, but his genuine surprise came from the fact that the last time that Rindou had ever seen the woman, he had been eighteen, holding her gaze while you shook and trembled and insisted that ‘you wouldn’t be doing what she wanted anymore’.

“I won’t let you mold me into something I am not” the words had shaken Rindou to the core, especially with the conviction that had accompanied them, while your fists tightened at your sides. And that way you had spent two more years in your mother’s household before moving away for good. 

You - and Rindou as much - hadn’t heard anything of her since then, not even when you had sent a marriage invite.

It had always bewildered Rindou that your mother would be so obstinate in her path, after you had rejected her ‘picture perfect plan’, which entailed you as a doctor married to somebody less suspicious than Rindou and deeply unhappy as you had oftentimes explained. 

His own mother hadn’t been the best - a bad case of ‘tough love’ - but she had always stood by her sons’ sides, now treating you as ‘the daughter she hadn’t ever had’.

It was still a discourse you didn’t touch: although the almost twenty years that separated the timelines.

Her silence to your wedding had been enough to send you into a frenzy and Rindou had thought it was easier to simply ignore the whole aspect; your son had a loving grandmother, from his side, who dotted fondly onto him and a funny grandpa from your own and that was enough of a family.

And yet, Rindou couldn’t help but want to ask her why she had abandoned her own child; since Sora had come into the world, he hadn’t ever thought that his son would do any wrong. 

He’d have supported him throughout, whatever he chose.

“Even if he decides to join a band of delinquents?” Mickey had once teased at one of the get-togethers after the birth of Rindou’s son with the other former members of the Toman.

“Might as well give him my blessing, considering who his uncle is” Rindou had shot back, well aware that Sora had his uncle Ran wrapped right around his little finger; he could have asked for a bike right now and somehow you’d have found it outside of your house a few days later.

In conclusion, if his son told him that he didn’t want to follow the path ahead of him to choose another - that wouldn’t have hurt him nor others - he’d have no choice but to give him his blessing, smiling happily at the future. 

He knew you felt the same and that’s why he held such curiosity for the mother that had so easily thrown you to the side.

He had wondered - and felt guilt - about whether he had been at fault, blaming himself as he had tried to distance himself away from you but it never worked and each time he pulled away, you pushed yourself together with disastrous enough results that he just gave up and decided that he’d have lived with the guilt of it, if it meant witnessing your sweet smile and his son’s giggles.

Silence was awkward and Rindou thought for a moment to simply move away and pretend that he hadn’t ever been there, but the woman’s voice came just in time to hold him in place.

«Rindou, is that you?» that she still remembered the face of the man that had taken away ‘her little girl’ spoke tons and Rindou tried not to take it too personally.

He smiled awkwardly nodding when he heard, clearly an amused giggle and your mother did as well as her sharp gaze moved to the shopping cart and specifically onto your son.

It wouldn’t have taken a genius to realize who was the other half to Rindou; Ran had always joked, after meeting his nephew for the first time,  that Rindou hadn’t even tried it as your son looked wholly like you. 

A fact for which Rindou was glad although he always pretended to be quite vain.

He was glad that your child had your gentle scrunch of a nose when it laughed or narrowed eyes when you’d be annoyed with him, a reflex of the one he loved in the child you had produced.

Still, at the moment, he dreaded how easily your mother could predict that it was your child as well.

 It’d have been stupid to think otherwise considering that - hadn’t she thrown out the envelope upon opening and seeing the name - she had to know you had married Rindou five years ago. 

Still, he had wished to protect his child from who he thought to be a threat.

Still, her eyes didn’t seem half as judging as they settled onto the child, whose face morphed into bashful consciousness promptly hiding himself as he scooted back against his seat. Rindou would have thought him cute and teased him but he felt at a stalemate as your mother spoke again.

«Ahem… he… he does… he does look like her. When she was at that age».

«Ran always says that, as well» he shot back for the sake of conversation, trying to appear like he had nothing to hide, although he wished to simply duck away and move his cart towards the exit «… although she always insists that… he got my features».

It felt like a losing battle, although you tried to convince him that Sora would have grown into him.

“A loser?”.

“The best man I know”.

«How… how… how old is he?».

There was a strange interest for somebody who hadn’t even sought out her own daughter in years, simply because you had chosen a different path than the one you had envisioned and Rindou couldn’t help but be alert. 

Would she make Sora her newest project? 

Pushing what you hadn’t been able to achieve onto him? 

«… am I… am I allowed to ask that?».

Something about the woman’s consciousness about her own limits - and faults - though shattered something in Rindou, who had always hoped - if anything to lessen his guilty conscience - in a possible coming together of the two of you, again. 

There was… obvious regret in your mother’s voice as her eyes left Sora to duck to the ground.

«He’s five» you had discovered about Sora halfway through your honeymoon much to Rindou’s chagrin as he had spent most of the morning off in Bali holding your head back, after ruling out a food poisoning before his own crisis of ‘shit, I am going to be a dad, when I haven’t ever had one’ «… or better, he’ll be tomorrow».

«We are hosting a party!» Sora proclaimed, clapping his hand and a little less bashful probably as he saw how Rindou was handling calmly the situation; he always seemed to trust his father’s instinct which was something that made the older man cry at times in the safety of your arms at the thought that such a small thing could believe him to be worthy of trust with everything that he had done «You should come!».

Your mother cackled although obviously tense at the invite.

«Thank you, darling» she spoke attentively, ducking a slight look to Rindou’s face, clearly panicking «… but I…».

«You should come».

Rindou didn’t know what he had thought: there was a reason if you hadn’t ever sought out your own mother after the wedding and it was because she hadn’t ever tried to do it. 

Simply because she was endeared by the thought of being a grandma, it didn’t delete the years of no contact that had been left behind. He shouldn’t have made the decision for you, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself.

He hadn’t ever known his father and although he hadn’t cared - Ran had always been there when it mattered - he had always wished that he could have had a moment with him to ask all the questions, for his peace of mind and with little to no interest in a relationship. And he knew you felt the same.

«It’s an informal party at our house» the details rolled off his tongue almost instantly while your mother’s gaze ducked from Sora onto Rindou again «… around three p.m. and won’t last long��.

It was a trial for her: come and finally clear up the air with your daughter or be cut off from her - and your grandchild’s life - forever. It felt … somehow sick that there had to be a child involved for your mother to shake off years of disinterest, but Rindou would have played dirty.

He wasn’t a good person after all.

Still, he could tell that it wasn’t just Sora who changed the cards on the table, as your mother’s eyes carefully moved to where his hands were, seeking out a ring and then up back to his face, seeking out something else as the typical motherly worry distended and tensed her features.

«I am not… I am not sure… I…».

«Did you have any plans?» any charity events to go to?

Or a book club to terrorize?

«No, not really».

«Then I think you should come» he said as a matter of fact as he finally went back to get his shopping cart while Sora waved enthusiastically to his own grandmother, probably having understood the context of the situation. 

He undoubtedly got the smarts from you because Rindou could tell he was doing something undeniably stupid.

«… Sora and she will be happy about it».

He gave her his own shoulders, not wishing to be the second person she disappointed with his silence, as he moved off glad that the cutlery was halfway across the supermarket and not having to wait for an answer. If your mother had shown up at your doorsteps later that day, it’d have been a problem of future Rindou.

Which seemed to be the case as - after an hour of nervously waiting and fending off sugar high kids - he went to open the door to find your own mother, nervously shifting from one foot onto another as if she was a minute from running away, hadn’t Rindou answered the door bugged by you, who was trying to show some five year old - and Shion - how to create an origami.

He startled especially as he noticed how pristine your mother looked; she had always been the picture perfect wife and mother, but she looked like she had gone - in the brief span of hours since this morning - to the hairdresser and then aesthetician, sporting a soft updo and a cream colored dress that well suited her age and figure. 

She hadn’t also come empty handed, as - aside her own expensive bag - she had two tote bags that Rindou could see contained many toys.

If she wanted to play it like this…

«Who is it?» you called and this time it was Rindou who wished to run away, as you came from the outside area of your place where the party was happening. 

Fingers lightly sticky with what he could only guess was glitter glue and your dress already reeked a stain of what was probably orange juice.

«… Emma did tell me that she was having some issues, because Draken had to work…».

Whatever you had meant to say was dropped on the floor as you took in the sight of your mother.

This time the older woman was close to running away and instead she did the opposite: she threw Rindou right under the bus.

«He told me I should have come».

Ran had always told him that had he ever thought of divorcing you, he’d have paid you the best lawyer in town and he guessed that was what would be happening next as he could feel your threatening aura although you walked by his side and welcomed the guests properly albeit a bit formally.

«… then do come inside».

It wasn’t forceful but almost mechanical as Rindou had noticed you welcome the mother of the Sora’s friends that you knew the least: a simple smile and arms stretched to get the children’s backpacks or the gifts. 

Your mother somehow seemed scared by such an implication, moving backwards although she quickly composed herself with a soft breath.

«I can… I got them» she spoke awkwardly, as she sneaked a look to Rindou, who wished to tell her “handle yourself” after she had merrily thrown him under the bus.

«We are storing the gifts till the cake» he explained, knowing that it was the best way to avoid a mess with the wrapping paper, as he held out his own hands «… don’t worry, they’ll be fine. Although I wouldn’t suggest keeping that bag, because those monsters have sticky fingers and I mean it quite literall…».

«Then… ahem…» your mother looked bashful as her eyes ducked to you - crossed arms and eyes vigilant - and she went to get something from one of the tote bags, which proved to be an expensive bottle of wine «… this isn’t for the children…».

«We don’t drink in this household» one of the consequences of having a former alcoholic, although Rindou’s interest was barely perked up by the expensive title on the bottle. 

Still, your mother looked mortified and it wasn’t just your harshness but something deeper. Imagine coming to the house of the woman that you had raised for eighteen years and just be surprised by how new everything felt.

He almost felt pity for the woman.

«Oh… I… I didn’t know».

«Because you didn’t even bother to show up to the wedding» he knew that you’d have dragged it out and it was better sooner than later. 

Had your mother come, she’d have known that no alcohol had been served, because he had been six months sober.

«… and now you are here. Because my husband told you so».

Rindou worried of the worst, before you took a deep breath and calmly opened your mouth in a tentative smile.

«If I had known that it was all it took to see you again, I’d have done it a long time».

It was a tentative branch of olive and peace and Rindou couldn’t have thought for a better outcome, as your own mother seemed to almost relax although that attentive look of guilt didn’t leave her eyes. 

He noticed they were slightly wet but neither you nor him commented on it, simply nodding towards the garden, grabbing off her things.

She looked incredulous for a moment before allowing it to happen and skipping towards where her grandson was playing on a cute tricycle that had been ‘uncle’ Izana’s gift. 

That fucker would have been the reason for many skinned knees but somehow it also felt fitting.

«You are not off the hook, just because your plan worked» you uttered as something icy went down Rindou’s spine, well aware that he had marched onto your boundaries that day, risking destroying them for his own ego and what he thought he knew better. 

Still, you had stuck around with him through so much thick and thin, giving words to emotions he couldn’t process and you had stuck around.

He needed to do the same, although clumsily, stepping onto your feet.

«… alright, I’ll clean up the mess» he surrendered as he gently turned alongside with you, knowing you went in opposite directions - you back with the children and him to your rooms to put back the toys - but wanting to steal a moment out of the busy crowd.

«And I get a foot massage» you added cunningly, as you gently brought him closer by putting your arms around his neck since he was busy. 

Lips barely an inch apart as they had been when you were but teens and exploring feelings that bordered between friendship and love.

«… and a hand one. Fuck my editors have been working me to the bones!».

You said it, as if Rindou wouldn’t have done it without being prompted. 

Still, he knew that you felt vulnerable and being requested was a way to gain back the reins. 

He didn’t fault you, he never did.

«Haven’t you grown a bit spoiled?» after all, like mother, like son.

«And whose fault is that?».

And as Rindou kissed you fully, among the laughter of his friends and your child, couldn’t help but think that it was all his fault.

And he’d have done it all over again.

[unluckilyimnot]

Okay, but bonten with like a SUPER soft gf. Like, we talk like cry on every sad movie ivies with an animal to be specific). Takes things other says to heart. Often like cry over small things and stops to pet EVERY single animal she sees.

Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like doing this one 😭 I know it’s lowkey weird.

Bonten with a soft gf!

Characters: rindou, ran, kaku, mikey, sanzu, kokonoi

fluff / no tw / wc: 900+

Note : no way it's so cute don't ever worry !! I love it, thank you sm ! I dispatched it between all the characters. I hope it's fine.

m.list | rules

Rindou never minded more than that the fact that you cry a lot. He loves it a lot and it makes him chuckle and laugh more than anything else. He's always there to wipe your tears away when you cry when the dog dies in the movies, or when you tear up at any inconveniences. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you're sensible, the opposite of him, and he cares and loves you for that.

Yet he's the first one to draw a radical line the second you get hurt, in any way, by someone. It's silly and fun until some abuse it and use it against you or to hurt you. He will find who did this, who made you cry and will burn their house down.

Sanzu sighs a lot when you decide something was wrong when he, in fact, didn't care. Yet his heart always skips a beat when he hears you speaking louder than you usually do, mad at people treating him poorly. He listens to you for a while before he finally steps in and holds your hands when he's feeling cheesy, or your elbows when he's a bit tired or high.

"Babe, it's really nothing. Don't worry yourself like that, you'll get wrinkles." He honestly makes you laugh every time, or at least confort you that he doesn't care about anyone's opinion besides yours. And oh how much you love and care for him everyday, he can't even doubt it. He wished you'd stop hurting yourself over things like this, but recognize that your sweet nature is definitely what he loves the most about you.

Ran laughs at you when you get offended for nothing. It can be about something going your way to work to you spiking your coffee on the counter. It's his own comic relief of the day when you're stroming around, a deep frown on your face making you look like a small, angry animal but still defenseless. His laughter always makes it worse, without mentioning his venom filled remarques, to make fun of your overreacting nature. To the point you can cry and not speak to him for hours – but for sure mentioning it all to Rindou.

Ran hates it when you team up with him, because you wouldn't talk to him but Rindou would, on the other hand, mention you and everything you told him to Ran. He's always making the first step to you and apologizing with probably a hundred wroth bouquet and your favorite snacks – promising you he'll never do it again, when he will most certainly do it again.

Seeing you enjoying small things about life is the reason why Mikey kept you around at first, you reminded him of his younger self and his friends at that time. Every time you stop to pet a stranger's dog, a small smile shows on his lips, one you rarely get to see even if you're always the reason for it.

You listen to him so carefully the few times he does talk to you, it makes him feel alive again. You're doing most of the talking and you're always so sorry to take this kich when that's what he loves about you. He makes sure to tell you that he likes it from time to time, just to be sure you won't stop. Your heart is so soft and warm, welcoming him every time you see him again with new facts you learn and an unconditional love that overflows everywhere, and he gets the chance to be showered with it every time.

Kokonoi gets used to you stopping all the time the second you catch the glimpse of a stay animal. So he instinctively adds ten minutes to every trip you two have to do, even if it's only to walk to his car because there's a few stray cats in the parking lot and he's sure you're gonna stop or even wait for them to walk out from their hide spot.

But he just can't bring himself to get impatient when your eyes light up at the sight of the small cats. The way you jolt in joy when their cold nose finally touches your hand, and you look up to him with the softest smile he ever had the chance to witness. Yes, you're usually late, but he just had to snap a picture of you with the white kitten and everyone is accepting the fact that those ten minutes of your happiness are worth the delayed meetings.

Kakucho's always there to rub your back when you cry in front of a movie. He never sees why you cry particularly, but always listen thoughtfully to what you have to say about it. He brings you tissues, sometimes even wipes your nose for you and lets you dive into his arms when a character you like dies. He can't help but tell himself how sensible you are every time, but also how he loves that. You bring him back to his human nature and what it is to be emphatic about normal things, far from his rough life where his life is at risk every time he steps outside the door.

To that, he hopes he'll never be the reason for your tears, and that he'll always be there to wipe them away and shush you down.

Sorry its rather short, tell me if you want a particular hc with one or a whole os.

Let me know if you liked it !

[ageingfangirl2]

Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

PART 3: WHO TOOK HER SMILE?

ONE TWO FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN

It had become a daily routine for the members of Bonten to come into the office, be greeted with a smile, have a friendly conversation, and have their mail and schedules organised with care and attention. It made the hardened criminals feel a bit more grounded in reality and able to step away from their criminal activities, even briefly. 

However, today was different. The whole atmosphere in the office felt off, like something was brewing under the surface, just waiting to snap and engulf everyone in its path. And the person making the atmosphere off was none other than the usual friendly, happy receptionist. Today, you’re quiet, withdrawn, and just mechanically going through the motions.

Mikey might be silent, but he notices instantly. Stops mid-step, eyes locked on you. Doesn’t say a word but lingers a second longer than usual before walking past after taking the few pieces of mail she handed to him. Later that day, you find your favorite drink on your desk. No note. But he was the only one in the building who left that morning to get his mid-morning snack.

Sanzu is shocked and does a doubletake, ‘Whoa. No sunshine today?’ he says with a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. When you don’t react, his smile fades just a bit. He circles back later, leans on the counter and says, ‘C’mon, who pissed off our girl?’ It’s half-teasing, half-protective. He doesn't like the silence — it reminds him too much of old ghosts. He pats down his pockets, pulls out a simple coin and places it on your desk. You stare at him dumbfounded, but he says nothing and walks off.

Ran raises an eyebrow when you don’t greet him. ‘Damn. You okay, sweetheart?’ You just handed him his envelope in silence. He walks off, leaving the office even though he’d just arrived, but comes back ten minutes later with some stupid shiny trinket from the gift shop down the street. ‘Looks like something you’d like,’ he mutters, tossing it onto your desk like it means nothing. It means something.

Rindou freezes. You don’t even make eye contact. It messes with his routine more than he thought it would. He stands there awkwardly, almost says something, then just walks away with a tight jaw. Later, he sends a food delivery to the front desk under an alias. You figured out it was him because not many people knew about your allergies and lists of food you didn’t like.

Kakucho is the most emotionally mature of the bunch. Notices immediately, lowers his voice and asks, ‘Rough morning?’ You nod but say nothing. He doesn’t press. But the next time he walks by, he leaves a small wrapped pastry and says, ‘You don’t always have to smile for us. Take a break if you need one.’ This is why sometimes you couldn’t quite believe he was in a dangerous criminal organisation. 

Koko notices but pretends not to — at first. His fingers twitch when you don’t say good morning. Around lunch, he casually drops a new pen set on your desk. ‘Saw your old one was running out,’ he says. He doesn’t look at you when he says it, but the concern is loud in his silence.

Mochi frowns. ‘Where’s that bubbly attitude today, huh?’ he asks, voice a little too loud. You look up, and he sees your eyes are a little red. ‘Shit,’ he mutters, embarrassed. ‘Uh... don’t let these assholes get to you, alright?’ It’s clumsy, but it’s the most heartfelt thing you’ve heard all day.

Akashi scoffs lightly. ‘What, cat got your tongue today?’ But you don’t even fake a smile, and that shuts him up fast. He walks away, frowning. Later, you find a cup of fancy coffee on your desk with your name spelled perfectly on it. He never says a word about it. But he knew your exact coffee order, right down to how many pumps of syrups you liked. 

Each of them hates how much your little greetings meant — until they’re gone. They’ll never admit they care. But they all do, in their own weird, twisted way. But throughout the day, the members take note of you using, eating or drinking their little gifts. 

Mikey, he’s walking by, eyes distant as usual, when he sees the half-empty drink on your desk — the one he left you. Your posture’s still tired, but you look a little calmer. He slows for a second, his gaze lingering. Doesn’t say anything, but a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face. He disappears without a word, but the next day, he shows up five minutes earlier — just to catch your smile.

Sanzu spots you fiddling with the little trinket he tossed at you like a joke. You’re turning it over in your hands while quietly answering a phone call. He grins, wide and a little manic, but there’s real warmth in his eyes. ‘So she does like it,’ he mutters to himself, watching you out of the corner of his eye. Doesn’t say anything directly, but he starts leaving weirder, funnier gifts — just to see if you keep them.

Ran catches you slipping the shiny little charm into your pocket like it means something. He was halfway out the door, but seeing that stops him cold. His smirk comes back slowly — less teasing this time. ‘Guess I’m not completely useless,’ he mutters. That night, he casually brings up the idea of getting ‘matching office décor’ like it’s a joke. It’s not.

Rindou sees you eating the takeout he ordered — the specific dish he remembered you mentioning once. You’re sitting a little straighter, even humming again. He watches you from a distance, expression unreadable, then quietly turns back to his laptop. For the rest of the day, he seems oddly relaxed. The next time you forget lunch, her favorite is already on your desk.

Kakucho watches you quietly munching on the pastry he left, looking out the window like you’re trying to shake off a bad thought. He passes by and doesn’t even stop — but you catch the soft nod he gives, like an unspoken you’re okay now. Later, you find a sticky note on a folder he left: Let me know if you need more of those. Or just a moment of peace.

Koko notices you using the new pen set, even organizing your desk with them. You even clicked one thoughtfully while you answered a call. He says nothing, but something shifts in his expression — less guarded, more thoughtful. That afternoon, you get an envelope of high-end stationary with no name attached. You know it’s from him. He pretends not to notice your little thank-you smile.

Akashi walks by and sees yoy sipping the coffee he dropped off — no hesitation, like you trusted it completely. You looked less tense. Less brittle. He pauses, lets out a quiet exhale like he didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath. ‘Guess the old man’s still got a touch,’ he mutters, smirking faintly to himself as he lights a cigarette.

Mochi catches her laughing at something on her phone a few hours later, that moody weight gone from her shoulders. He watches from the hallway, arms crossed, and just nods once. ‘That’s better,’ he murmured. And then yells at one of the guys for breathing too loud — just to cover the fact that he felt something.

It’s all very not-a-big-deal in classic Bonten fashion — no one says what they mean, but the care leaks out anyway.

[miniimight]

DISAPPEARING ACT (II) .

part one

with married!rindou + fem!reader

warnings you've been asking for it so here it is almost a year later 💀 beware of subpar sequel syndrome and toxic relationships and alcohol and i dont know what im doing

bottles and bottles and bottles.

rindou's best friend was alcohol. any shape, any size, any kind. he wanted to drown himself in the buzz.

“god, rindou.” ran leaned over his knees, his elbows propping his torso up as he peered down at his baby brother. “would you get off the floor?”

rindou ignored him, laying on his back in the middle of his brother’s expansive top-floor apartment. "no."

ran rolled his eyes and walked away.

rindou sighed. he'd been at ran's place for the past few months. his house just felt... wrong. the light filtering in illuminated the dust suspended in the air, as if the house was abandoned. he didn't know where anything was. all he could think to do was sleep, shower, eat. takeout boxes littered the floor and he didn't have the energy to clean up after himself.

he sat up. "can't you talk to her for me?"

ran raised an eyebrow. "you aren't fifteen. you can talk to your own wife."

"i don't think she wants to be my wife anymore." rindou mumbled. "ran, she hates me."

ran frowned at his brother's distress. he hated seeing him this way. "she doesn't hate you, rin."

rindou whipped to face his brother with an exasperated expression. "she made it more than clear when she walked out on me when i was trying to make it up to her."

ran pursed his lips, giving rindou an unimpressed look.

rindou's expression darkened. "what?"

"you walked back into her life one day and randomly decided to care again." ran mused. "i'm just saying, your word means nothing to her."

rindou remained silent.

"rindou?" ran pressed.

"yeah, yeah, shut up. i get it." rindou scoffed. but he got off the floor. "i just..." he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking awkwardly out of place. "i don't know what do to. she doesn't respond to calls or texts. i think she blocked me."

"you know where she is?"

rindou rolled his eyes. "of course i know where she is."

"you love her?" ran stood.

rindou hummed. "more than anything."

"then show her. simple as that. but don't be stupid and think she's gonna come running into your arms again." ran slid his hands into his pockets. "that ship has sailed."

rindou glared at the ground. "everything i did—that i do—is for her. for the three of us. i wouldn't want—"

"i know, rin." ran threw an arm around his brother's shoulder. "i know. you do good. you just have to make sure she knows. you'll grow closer together again in no time."

"yeah, i'll do anything." rindou mumbled under his breath.

ran patted his back before walking off. rindou sighed, picking up another bottle.

.

a few months later and rindou seemed to be stuck in the same spot. he never leaves ran's house, only to release some steam in the form of violently and brutally killing people. every time he collapses into his brother's arms afterwards.

ran grunted as he threw his little brother into the backseat of his car. he yanked the latter's suit jacket off and inspected his skin. it was littered with purple bruises. "you're too reckless, rin. more than usual." ran frowned. rin never bruised this easily.

"i won the fight, didn't i?" rindou protested sleepily, shaking ran's hands off him and rifling through the cooler. his hands brushed over the cool bottles of booze, as if in a trance.

ran shut the car door, rapping his knuckles on the partition. "hospital."

rindou sat up just a little, popping the top of one of the bottles. "what are—"

ran snatched the bottle from rindou, dumping it out the car window, before locking the cooler. "this has got to stop. you drink too much, rindou. you're not doing yourself any favors here."

rindou scowled, drowsy. "what does it matter?"

ran groaned. "stop with that. get the fuck up and go see her."

rindou got quiet and slumped into his seat. he couldn't find the courage to see you again. he was scared that you were right about you two, that it was impossible to return to the way things were.

.

you sigh. "i know you're there."

it was a relatively quiet morning. you sat outside your regular coffee shop, enjoying a warm drink before wasting away yet another day to regret and despair.

you turned around in your seat ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

ran haitani.

"i know you know." he smiled softly, sipping on an espresso.

you rolled your eyes, turning back in your seat. ran always said the stupidest things.

due to the abrupt nature of which you left, you had to find an emergency place. thankfully, a friend took you in with a big warm welcome and a long tight hug. you cried in their arms, releasing all the emotions you were so adamant on hiding from rindou. you apologized for dumping your burden on them. they didn't care.

you remembered the first time your brother-in-law showed up on your friend's doorstep. it was a few months since you left. he was dressed as a deliveryman, easily charming your friend into letting him stay over for a drink. you came home from errands, only to find a strange man in the kitchen.

once you saw those rings, though, you knew. a deliveryman couldn't afford all that gold.

he's been tracking you ever since you left. in the back of your mind, you knew that rindou would never be unaware of your location, but it was just juvenile to send his older brother in his place to 'keep tabs on you.'

now, year after your exit, ran was still popping up every now and again. a year since rindou declared he'd get you back, another year of empty promises.

the time made you realize that, yet again, you were still waiting for him.

"are you going to say something?" you asked.

"no."

"you never say anything—"

"just did."

"—so why are you here?"

you hear the chair scraping against the concrete as he gets up from his table, and the clopping of his shoes as he strolls closer to yours. you drops himself into the chair across from you, leaning back. "just looking out for my little sister, s'all."

you stared at him, something close to nostalgia and longing stirring in your chest. your eyes dropped down to your lap. "not your sister."

he downed the rest of his espresso and set it back on the table with a little clink.

a heavy silence weighed on the both of you as you avoided the elephant in the room like the plague.

he breathed deeply. "y/n—"

you held up a hand. "ran, it's been a year. let's all just move on."

"you're miserable. he's miserable. why not be miserable together?"

you raised your eyebrow.

ran droops a little. "he loves you."

you narrow your eyes, bitterness spilling from your lips. "oh! that's why you're here instead of him." you shook you head. "really, let it go."

"look," he groaned, running his hands through his hair stressfully. "i don't wanna be hovering over your shoulder anymore than you want me to. and yes, in an ideal world, rindou would be here in my place. i know for sure he wants to, fuck, he won't shut up about it." he laughed tensely, a light titter that was far from amusement.

he put both elbows on the table, dropping his face into his hands. "holy shit, y/n. he's doing so bad."

you chewed on your lip, jumping your first instinct to ask more.

"i know you think he was choosing to not be with you, but that's just your perspective, y/n. so far from the truth." he gripped his hair tightly. suddenly you noticed the bags under his eyes, the puffiness. the creased eyebrows and the deep frown.

you drew back as you watched ran collapse just a little before your eyes. it unnerved you.

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "i'm gonna go—" you stood, grabbing your bag.

ran's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. "wait, wait. you know i wouldn't beg you if it wasn't really important."

you stared at him, a looming dread settling in your stomach. "ran, what's..." you had to laugh nervously, his slender hand ice cold over your skin. "you're scaring me. whatever he's going through—he's fine. he'll be fine. it's... just a breakup." even you didn't believe the words coming from your mouth.

since you knew the brothers from middle school, you've never seen ran haitani ever beg someone for something, or even be in a position to depend on someone else that much.

he pursed his lips. "rindou's refusing surgery."

.

rindou paced through the hospital wing. where was the exit again?

he needed to grab his phone. he stopped in the hallway, catching a glimpse of the break room.

he stumbled inside, ripping open the fridge and rifling around for something. anything. behind all the containers of lunches, he found a bottle of beer. not his standard, but it was something. and he needed it to feel something other than nothing.

he cracked it open and chugged as much as he could without throwing himself off balance, but he collapsed onto the couch anyways.

he heard, distantly, his nurse yell after him, running to help him sit upright.

she glanced at his face. "we told you to stay in your room, and only water from now on." she paused. "you're crying. any pain?"

"yeah," he slurred.

.

you blinked. "huh?"

ran stood up beside you. "acute liver failure. from a steady year of drinking himself to death. doctor said he needed surgery to cut off the bad part that's making him sick. and his dumbass is refusing to do it."

you blanched. you're kidding.

"he's been drinking since..." ran inhaled deeply, eyes squinting as he racked his memory. "since he turned a teenager, really. only gotten worse in the past year." he looked at you.

your mind was stuck on the death part. he's not supposed to die. he's not supposed to leave your life forever.

"he'll die without it." he said quietly.

"oh my gosh." you squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your palms into your eyes. "you're not kidding?"

his gaze hardened. "i know you want nothing to do with him, but you're the last resort. since you're still married, you're his medical proxy. tell the doctors that he's unfit to make this decision and get him to do that fucking surgery."

"how long have you known that—"

"does it matter?" he cut you off.

yes. why didn't you tell me sooner?

"will you come or not? if you do, i'll get you your own place, with furnishings and everything." ran offered. "you can leave him behind forever, promise."

"no, no..." you stared at him briefly, a little hurt. you didn't need to be compensated for helping rindou. you didn't want to be.

you felt the dread settle. it rooted quickly and deeply as you came to terms with what was happening. you left him in a hurry, and your resolve was strong, but that pesky feeling of longing would just not let you go.

it kept reminding you that you've been through too much together to give up on each other now. that you really loved him.

was rindou a bad husband? yes.

did he deserve to die? no.

was he allowed to die? no.

.

the nurse dragged him back to bed, and after a quick call from ran, they suddenly had the idea of handcuffing him to the railings so he doesn't run off and shorten his lifespan again.

rindou's blown eyes focused on the ceiling. as much as he could. his vision was blurring. the alcohol wasn't working. the emptiness in his stomach was still there. but he kept reaching for it. the burn of it was supposed to keep him warm but each day he grew colder.

his doctor rushed to his side, quickly glancing over his stats before leaning over his bedside, imploring him. "you're dying, haitani. this surgery will save your life. success rates—"

"stop saying that shit..." he groaned. "i don't fucking care."

a gentle knock on the door caught his fuzzy attention.

"doctor?" you chirped softly, ran standing behind you.

holy shit, rindou thought. i'm dead. cuz he just thought he heard your voice.

"yes?" the doctor replied.

you held out your hand. "hi. mrs. haitani," you introduced yourself.

"o-oh..." the doctor shook your hand delicately.

rindou shot up in bed, as much as he could without the handcuffs restricting him. "y/n?"

"yeah," you dropped your bag onto his bedside table. you smoothed his hair away from his forehead, gently pushing him back against the bed.

he stared at you in his delirium, watching you like you were his savior, his angel.

"rindou," you told him. "you are doing this surgery."

he stared for a bit longer, committing every detail of your face to memory and drowning in the wells of your eyes. you gave him an expectant look, and he slowly nodded before the motion became feverish.

"yes. yes, whatever you want." he quickly agreed. "holy shit."

"that easy? seriously?" ran deadpanned, crossing his arms in exasperation.

"holy shit, ran." rindou whispered. "is she really here?" he stared at you as if you were some ghost. your heart tensed thinking of how he got to this point.

ran rolled his eyes.

you finalized things with the doctor and confirmed the surgery before you nodded to the brothers. "well... that's that."

rindou sat up in his bed, the handcuffs clattering against the metal framing. “stay. please, stay with me.”

“i’m gonna— yeah.” ran held up his hands and quickly left the room.

you couldn’t do much but stare at him. he looked even worse than the last time you saw him. his hair had grown out, stubble poked through, and the bags under his eyes were concerning.

“please, stay a moment?” he asked. you nodded and soundlessly sat on the bed. you frowned at his handcuffs.

“what happened?”

“i wandered around again so the nurses chained me to the bed.”

“ah.”

an awkward silence passed.

“i’m sorry.” rindou whispered.

you kept your eyes trained on the floor, hiding the surprise on your face at his quick apology.

“i made a promise to you when we were kids, but i never grew up. i always knew you’d be waiting for me. until you weren’t.” he mumbled. “and i panicked.”

he scooted closer to you and you heard the cuffs clang against the framing once again. “i’m sorry most of all for not running after you.”

you glared at the ground. “you said you would.”

“i did.” he whispered. “baby, i’m sorry. after this surgery, i promise i’ll change. i’m not asking you to teach me—that’s not on you. just… nudge me when i’m being an asshole. guide me to be better. talk to me, tell me what i do wrong, and i’ll fix it. i swear this will never happen again.”

you met his eyes and suddenly you were seventeen again, locking pinkies to seal your vows to each other. “if you let me down a second time—”

“no.” rindou denied vehemently. “no, there won’t be. it’s me and you, forever.”

you gave him a look. you stood and fished a bobby pin out of your bag, holding the cuffs up and fiddling the pin around in the keyhole. within seconds, his wrists were released.

“you’re pretty good at that.” rindou said.

“i mean, i do have a crime boss for a husband,” you shrugged.

he grinned and a boyish chuckle bubbled up. “yeah you do.” free from his shackles, he grabbed you and pulled you down onto him.

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Chifuyu Matsuno | 26 | PET SHOP OWNER | 5’6 | LOYAL

Jokingly entering a lottery for a luxury couple’s cruise, you were surprised to receive a notification saying that you were the lucky winner! You now have to find a “spouse” for the trip. You’ve considered your friends, but all of them probably have commitments already. And then on the day of the cruise, Chifuyu greets you with flowers. He was so much cuter and in front of you. You settled into your luxurious cabin and began the journey.

On your first night, you tried the fancy dinner aboard the ship, shared your favorite dishes and chatted about your childhood memories associated with food. It struck you when he mentioned he was formerly a gang member, as he certainly did not look like one. you also bonded over your shared love of animals and memories of having owned pets as children, while Chifuyu told you all about the interesting things about these pets.

You also enjoyed a masquerade ball; Chifuyu was not the best dancer but he was so gentle with his movements. He was nervous at first, unsure how to navigate the party, but with your guidance and reassuring touch, he gradually relaxed and even started to enjoy the activity. You took the lead, taking him to the rhythm. With your hands on his shoulders and movements in synchrony with his, you glided across the dance floor, lost in the music and in each other's company just like dinner. Chifuyu was impressed by your confidence and grace on the dance floor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for that.

After a long day of exploring the ports and enjoying the activities on the cruise, you decided to unwind at the couple's spa. On the way there, the two of you even came up with a fake love story in case the masseuse asks— you were high school sweethearts. Inside the spa, you settled into adjacent massage tables, holding hands and enjoying the deep tissue massages that the spa offered. The oil worked its magic onto your bodies, and you turned to Chifuyu, who seemed to be holding his laughter from being ticklish. You smiled at him and chuckled as you made eye contact, letting him know that you didn’t mind. You couldn't help but notice Chifuyu's toned body. His toned back and arms were on full display, you felt yourself being attracted to him in a way you hadn't been before.

As the week went on, you and Chifuyu continued to learn more about each other while also participating in the cruise activities, all while pretending to be a couple. By the end of the cruise, Chifuyu couldn't deny the connection he felt with you, and he was surprised by the depth of his feelings for someone he had only just met. It was then that he realized that despite being the one who was rented for the vacation, it was he who truly rented your heart. So when you visited his pet shop, he couldn't deny the connection you had and was happy to see you again. It’s against the rules of the rent-a-boyfriend services, but he does not need that anymore and so do you.

Baji Keisuke | 26 | VET | 5’9 | TSUN-TSUN

As you prepared for your family's Christmas trip, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Your relatives were constantly badgering you about finding a partner, and the pressure to conform to their expectations was starting to wear you down. That's why when you heard about a service that could provide you with a pretend boyfriend, you saw it as the perfect opportunity to get your family off your back and enjoy the trip without the constant constant nagging.

When you met Baji, you were surprised at how charming and easygoing he actually was. He was exactly the kind of guy your family would approve of, and he was happy to play the role of your boyfriend. Both you and your family were struck by how handsome and charming he was. His tall, lean figure and stunning eyes made him look like a model, but his warm smile and how gentle he was with your family made him seem accessible and likable.

You found yourself growing nervous as the time went on, but Baji was quick to pick up on your discomfort and put you at ease. He asked questions about your family and interests, and he made you a drink before settling into your room for the night. Baji then joked and laughed about things your parents have told earlier, making sure to give you a sense of ease and comfort with him. After all, you will be going on a trip together. You knew that you were both putting on an act, but you couldn't deny his potential of being an actual partner.

So the trip began, Baji proved to be a great choice. He was friendly and outgoing, easily striking up conversations with your relatives. He quickly became a favorite especially to the children in your family, who were drawn to his playful nature and witty banter. He spent time playing with them, telling jokes and stories, and generally being a fun and engaging presence. He was so good at interacting with the children that they started calling him "big bro Baji". He simply made a positive impression on everyone. He even went out of his way to compliment the cooking and offer to help with luggages, and making sure that everyone was taken care of, especially you, even if it meant putting himself in second place.

On the last day of the trip, you find yourself wondering how he was so good at handling family members, and he was more than happy to explain that he had a close relationship with his own mother growing up. He also said that in his career, he had come to see his animal patients as members of his own family. He described how he would take the time to get to know each animal individually, talking to them in the veterinary clinic and taking them out to play and explore. He told you that he believed that the key to understanding and connecting with other beings was to see them as unique individuals, just like people.

You did miss Baji after the trip. He had made such an impact on your family members, especially the children, that he was brought up in conversations even after he was gone. Your parents asked about him, and his absence was noted by the young ones who had grown so fond of him. You found yourself thinking about him often and wondering what he was up to. The trip had been such a special experience for you, and you felt grateful for the time you had shared together. Even though your relationship had been temporary and arranged, you found yourself wishing that you could see him again and continue your connection. So when you called him up for a “rental” again, it was to your surprise when Baji answered with “Don’t worry, this one’s on me.”

Hanma Shuji | 28 | PHOTOGRAPHER | 6'4 | DAREDEVIL

You have been struggling to keep your ex-boyfriend at bay. Despite repeatedly asking him to leave you alone, he would still find a way to contact you, whether through social media or by showing up at your workplace or at your apartment. You were worried about the situation and wanted it to stop, so you decided to hire a pretend boyfriend to make your ex-boyfriend back off. You chose Shuji Hanma, a 28-year-old photographer with a charismatic and handsome look. He also had a rebellious streak that made him perfect to play the role.

Hanma's stylish motorcycle added to the spectacle of his arrival at your apartment. As you rode away, you noticed that your neighbors were staring, probably wondering who the mysterious man on the motorcycle was. It was the same case when you arrived at your workplace, your colleagues were equally curious about the identity of the mystery man who waited for you at the lobby.

Hanma was engrossed in his work in the lobby, concentrating on editing his photos on the computer screen. He noticed the faint sound of footsteps approaching. The sound grew closer, and Hanma looked up to see your ex-boyfriend walking towards the seats. Hanma was not impressed, and he almost immediately approached him. “Hello, I'm Shuji Hanma. You are…?”

“Uhm, Touri—desu.” He was confused, but shook Hanma’s hand anyway, which he regretted… Hanma’s grip was undeniably strong, which turned his skin to crimson. “You new here, huh?” Hanma tried to remain cool. “Eh, not exactly.” The guy shrugged, and Hanma scoffed and took his belongings. “Well, I'll be on my way.” He headed to the receptionist and spoke loud enough, “Good afternoon, can you please deliver a message to my girlfriend, Miss [ L / N ]? I have our lunch~” This was enough to grab your ex’s attention, and he was visibly confused and angered.

Hanma immediately escorted you off the elevator when you arrived, letting you know of your ex’s presence as he protectively put an arm around you. Which seemed to work, because he was only angrily standing there with a piercing glare. Hanma was inarguably intimidating with his fierce eyes and tall height. As you sat together for lunch, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You knew that your ex-boyfriend was watching from a distance, witnessing you having a wonderful time with another man. Hanma also appeared to be enjoying the situation, and he kept up his loving and affectionate demeanor throughout the meal, like Hanma taking your hand and kissing it, feeding you, and simply looking like a real couple. When in reality, you were also talking about your day so far and telling each other about the usual get-to-know topics.

After you walked out the restaurant together, your ex stepped forward and started yelling about how you could move on and replace him. “And with this twig?! Come on [ Y / N ], is this the best you got?” He chuckled and attempted to reach your arm. As he continued his tirade, Hanma lost his patience and punched him in the face. You were shocked at your pretend-boyfriend's sudden burst of violence, but you had to admit that it was somewhat satisfying to see your ex take a hit. Hanma quickly pulled you away from the scene and kicked your ex’s stomach. “Who’s the twig now? If I see your face again, I'm going to break every bone in your body.” He spat and then led you back to your apartment.

Once you were inside, Hanma apologized for his behavior and assured you that he only wanted to protect you. Still a bit shaken, you knew that Hanma had been there for you, and he did his role perfectly. You forgave him for resorting to violence and appreciated how devoted he had been to you with a generous tip, to which he answered, “I’m not leaving without making sure that guy never comes back.” You were taken aback when he took a seat on the couch by your front door. “And don't worry about the rent thing ♡” He winked. You were pretty sure he just enjoyed beating your ex, but you got yourself a pretty damn good fake boyfriend/guard dog.

Rindou Haitani | 30 | CLUB OWNER | 5’8 | GENTLEMAN, BUT A LITTLE NAUGHTY

You were feeling a bit down about attending the wedding of a college friend without a plus one. Your friends were all in loving relationships, and you were tired of being the odd one out. Rindou was intrigued by the request and quickly agreed. He looked forward to the opportunity to spend the evening with you and to help you feel less awkward.

Rindou was a stickler for presentation, so he took it upon himself to choose an outfit that would make you feel confident and comfortable. He asked you about the theme of the event, the colors of the invitations, and any personal style preferences you had. Using this information, he was able to find a perfect ensemble for the evening.

When you arrived at the venue, you felt a new sense of confidence. The dress that Rindou got tailored was a perfect fit, and the shoes made you feel taller and more sophisticated. You knew that you looked good, and that made you feel even more comfortable mingling with the other guests. Rindou had been right, the outfit had boosted your confidence, and it showed while he was happily your arm candy. As you continued to make your way toward the main event, Rindou couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity with the place. He quickly realized that he was one of the co-owners of the venue, and had completely forgotten to mention it to you. He felt a bit sheepish about the oversight and did not make a big deal out of it.

However, it did come back to bite him in the ass later on. “Mr. Haitani?” The groom took notice of his presence when the couple visited your table. “Pleasure to meet you, I did not see you on the guest list. What a surprise!” They shook hands. “My girlfriend is here with me.” He smiled and held you closely. “You didn’t tell us that your boyfriend owned the venue, [ Y / N ]-chan!” WHen the bride said that, it seemed that the other guests on the table now seemed more interested in you. “How did you meet?” “Is there a ring yet?” It was a bit of a shockwave to you and your friends. Suddenly it seemed as though they were all more interested in you than they were before, and you felt a tinge of discomfort, which Rindou easily picked up on.

“Oh, shut up…you won’t even talk to her two minutes ago…” Rindou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Wanna ditch?” You were touched by his offer, and gladly accepted. You needed a break from the endless talk about your friends' relationships, and it was nice to have a place to escape to for a little while. Rindou took you to the bar of his brother’s hotel nearby, where you were able to enjoy your own night just by yourselves without having to impress people who you barely know anymore. “Sorry for not telling you sooner, it was exactly what I was trying to avoid…” Rindou knew his way around a bar, and you found yourself in the perfect spot with him at your side. He explained the menu items and suggested a few different drinks that he thought you might enjoy, making sure to cater to your tastes. You felt grateful for his attention, and you appreciated how much effort he was putting into the conversation.

As you sat at the bar, you found yourself opening up more than you ever thought you would. You talked about your job,hobbies, and even a little bit about your past relationships. Rindou was a great listener, and he made you feel comfortable enough to share details that you had never told anyone before. You loved the fact that even though he was a complete stranger, he was genuinely interested in your life and experiences. While he also had a fair share of stories, especially the reason behind joining the rental services despite being a wealthy businessman… Rich people get bored sometimes too, you know…

You felt like you had known Rindou for much longer than just one evening. You couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed, and you found herself wishing that the night could go on forever. As they closed down the bar and left the reception, Rindou walked you to the suite he offered, and you found yourself wishing that you had the courage to ask him if he would like to see eachother again…

Ran Haitani | 31 | CLUB OWNER | 6'0 | BOLD

You have been using your “fiance” as an excuse to get out of uncomfortable situations or company gatherings, but now you are facing a dilemma. Your boss was hosting a company outing, and you knew that you couldn't use the same excuse again because he personally invited “your fiance”.

Thinking quickly, you reached out to Ran and asked him to play the part of your fiance for the whole trip. You were relieved when he agreed, knowing that he was the perfect person to accompany you to the event. Ran was charming, charismatic and extremely meticulous so you knew he would be able to sell the "fiance" ruse perfectly.

Ran likes to live life to the fullest, and he's not afraid to splash out on extravagant things. He's handsome, wealthy, and he has a way with the ladies. “You wanna make this more believable? I’ll take you on a date before our flight ♡” He took you to the finest restaurants and their club, and he insisted on paying for everything. He bought you clothes to bring to the trip, and you took a lot of photos together to show around. And he of course did not forget the fiance scheme and took you to Cartier for ring shopping. You were surprised by Ran's opulent lifestyle, but you were also drawn to his confidence and charm. He's not afraid to take risks or to try new things, and you feel like you can learn a lot from him.

On the day of the flight, you pulled up at the airport in his luxury sedan, dressed to the nines that truly made you look like the real deal. Ran was a smooth talker and a natural flirt, and he made you feel like the most important person in the world. And being the actor that he is, Ran smoothly introduced himself to your boss and colleagues. But you only gave them a glimpse of your ruse, because Ran had bumped your seats to first class where you praised each other for your acting.

During the trip, you were treated like a queen by Ran. He was always making sure your needs were met and that you were comfortable. He would hold your hand in public, carry your things, and go out of his way to make sure you were comfortable and well-cared for. You liked the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and the way he looked at you with a sparkle in his eye. You were constantly getting compliments on your clothing, accessories, and your perfect “fiance.” You knew it was all just an act, but you couldn't help but enjoy every minute of it. Ran was way too good.

One night, you and Ran spent the evening soaking in the bathtub on your hotel balcony, surrounded by the sounds of the sea and the stars sparkling above you. He uncorked a bottle of the finest champagne, enjoying the bubbly beverage as you talked about your actual lives. You took the opportunity to let loose and talk trash about your co-workers. Ran laughed and poked fun at their annoying habits and quirks as well, bonding over your shared experiences. Ran was a natural storyteller, sharing stories from his past and his dreams for the future.; while You were fascinated by his adventures and insights. In turn, you talked about your own hopes and dreams. Ran listened intently, offering advice and support where needed. The conversation flowed effortlessly, with no awkward silences or forced conversation.

Ran was a true professional, and he played his role as your fiance flawlessly throughout the trip. He remained attentive and gave you affection in front of everyone. You were impressed by his commitment to the bit and his ability to seamlessly slip into character and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. He made you feel like you were the most important person in the world, and you were touched by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

You were seriously moved by Ran's dedication to the role, even as you said goodbye. He had played the part with such natural grace and ease that she had almost forgotten that it was all an act. You were grateful for his commitment to the bit and his attention to detail, and you enjoyed the fact that you had someone during the trip. “Come on, I can’t keep these.” With his gifts in your hands, you insisted. Of course, you could… But you thought it was polite to offer. Ran’s answer intrigued you, though… “Of course you can…” He chuckled and opened the door of your home. “We still have that wedding, right?” He winked and kissed your forehead before seeing his way out.

Shinichiro Sano | 36 | BIKE SHOP OWNER | 6'0 | CHIVALROUS

You had grown tired of your friends' incessant efforts to set you up on blind dates, with stupid college boys to make matters worse. You appreciated their well-meaning efforts, but you simply weren't interested in pursuing romantic relationships. And so you decided to seek the assistance of Shinichiro, hoping that his chivalrous disposition would be enough to convince your friends to lay off.

You decided that for the cover to be believable, you would need to go on a date with Shinichiro before hard-launching him to your friends. You also made sure that he was comfortable with playing the role and that you had a good rapport, but you had no idea what to do for your very real fake date. However, Shinichiro took the matter in his own hands and insisted you did not have to move a single joint.

You and Shinichiro arrived at the cafe of the main deck in Tokyo Tower, which offered breathtaking views of the city's skyline. You were seated at a corner table, giving a clear view of the vast expanse of lights and skyscrapers. It was a dreamy and romantic setting, enhanced by delicate table settings and soft music playing in the background.

Shinichiro treated you to a multi-course meal, where you savored a selection of traditional Japanese food. They were exquisite and perfectly prepared, and you couldn't help but be impressed by Shinichiro's good taste. You talked about everything and anything, from your childhood memories to your ongoing endeavors. Shinichiro was a good listener and made sure to ask thoughtful questions, ensuring that the conversation flowed smoothly. You were honestly impressed by his openness and genuine interest in you, and you found yourself sharing things that she had never shared with anyone else before. The conversation was so engrossing that you lost track of time, and it felt as though you had been talking for hours.

However, the motorcycle race of his little brother's team, "Top of Manji," was an exhilarating experience. You marveled at the skill and precision of the racers as they raced around the track at high speeds. Shinichiro's passion for mechanics was palpable, and he explained the intricacies of the race in detail. You were moved by his enthusiasm and felt grateful to have had the opportunity to share in such a unique experience, and it was genuinely warm to listen to Shinichiro talk about something he really loved.

And so the day arrived and you invited your friends for dinner at a restaurant you and Shinichiro had found, a Japanese izakaya that you thought they would enjoy. You had made a reservation for a medium table in the middle of the restaurant, where you would be surrounded by the lively atmosphere. After greetings and pleasantries, you finally introduced your friends to Shinichiro, revealing that he was your new boyfriend. They were all visibly surprised by the revelation, but Shinichiro turned on his charm, making small talk and engaging in witty banter with your friends. He was so natural at it, making everyone feel comfortable and included. You couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for his presence and for the support he had shown you thus far.

Shinichiro was very affectionate towards you, making sure to pay attention to your needs and feelings. He cut your food, poured your drinks, and wiped the side of your lips. And as the evening wore on and the temperature dropped, he took off his jacket and casually offered it to you. It was relieving to see that your friends were starting to warm up to Shinichiro. They were impressed by his chivalry, intelligence, and sense of humor.

As the evening went on, she and Shinichiro grew more comfortable with each other, exchanging smiles and sharing inside jokes. Although your friends were initially skeptical about Shinichiro at first, however, as they spent more time with him, they began to see what she saw in him. They noticed his chivalrous nature and how he treated you with “love and respect”. They were impressed by his ability to hold a conversation and how engaging he was. They praised you for finding a good boyfriend and expressed their support for your relationship. This made you feel touched and felt grateful for their encouragement.

Shinchiro was an older man, but he carried himself with a youthful energy that was contagious. He had a kind heart and a charismatic smile, making it easy for you to feel at ease with him. He was a gentleman, always using polite language and good manners, but he also had a bit of mischief in him. He loved to make jokes and banter with you, and he always had a twinkle in his eye that made you smile. The dinner was a hit, and you were thrilled to see your friends enjoying themselves so much.

Maybe it was the fact that Shinichiro was older than the guys you previously dated and even older than yourself, but you actually enjoyed the extra attention and care that Shinichiro gave, as compared to your previous dates. You found yourself beginning to fantasize about having a real boyfriend like him, who would pamper and take care of you in the same way. It was a nice feeling to have someone who seemed to genuinely care about you, and you were grateful for the experience of dating him, even if it was just a temporary arrangement. Or will he allow it to remain that way?

Wakasa Imaushi | 36 | GYM OWNER | 5'3 | NONCHALANT

Wakasa Imaushi was the perfect person for your plan to win back your ex. He was charming, confident, and seemed to know how to treat a woman. Your plan was to make your ex jealous by spending time with Wakasa and having you paint a picture of a perfect couple.

He was impressed with your predictions on the whereabouts of your exes, and he was always ready to hop on your antics. Wakasa was a natural at billiards, while you considered yourself to be a bit of a novice. Despite this, he was patient with you and taught you the basics, guiding you through each shot. As you played, you stood closely together, with his hand on your back as he showed you how to grip the cue. As you finished up your game, you noticed your ex watching you from across the room, clearly jealous of the attention Wakasa was giving you. This only seemed to fuel Wakasa's desire to treat you like a princess, and up his game for your next “dates”.

As you waited outside your office building, you spotted Wakasa pulling up on a sports bike. It was obviously a labor of love for him, and it was clearly a statement piece— beautiful paint job, modifications, and powerful engines. He even got you your own helmet, and as you took a seat on the back of the bike, Wakasa revved the engine and took off down the road. You couldn't help but notice the looks of envy and jealousy from your ex-partner. You had always admired his bike, which was pretty decent, but Wakasa's was on another level. It was entirely his idea, knowing that it would take a hit on your ex’s ego. Which was right— he couldn't help but feel jealous of Wakasa and his newfound ability to make you happy and sent you a pretty petty text later on that day.

You eagerly showed Wakasa the text from your ex, and his reaction was everything you had hoped for. His expression turned into a proud smirk, and he leaned in closer to you as he read the text. You felt a sense of joy knowing that she had the upper hand in the situation and that your ex was feeling a sense of jealousy. No one could even see the two of you right now, but you were hanging out together in his gym, seemingly having a blast together. As part of your workout routine, Wakasa finds himself beginning to focus on helping you train, providing guidance and assistance as you lift weights. He was attentive and supportive, helping you with your form and demonstrating proper technique. Wakasa found himself enjoying the process and the feeling of coaching someone. You appreciated his guidance and support, and she felt a sense of satisfaction as you lifted heavier weights than you've ever had before…

“Don't fall in love with me, [ Y / N ]...” He made eye contact with you through the mirror as he held your waist. “Shut up.”

One particular day when you got off early at work, you and Wakasa found yourselves on a night out at his favorite drinking place, sipping drinks and enjoying each other's company. As they sat in the dimly lit bar, their conversation grew more intimate, personal, and playful, laughing and teasing each other. With the alcohol flowing, your inhibitions began to slip away, and before you knew it, you were locked in a deep, passionate kiss while you sat on his lap.

You were both surprised by the spontaneous kiss and felt your heart racing as you and Wakasa shared an intimate moment. “You’re making a mistake.” “Probably.” “Definitely…” You remained close together, not wanting to break apart just yet. The kiss was long and passionate, and it seemed to last forever. As you finally pulled away from each other, you both felt a sense of emptiness, wanting more of each other but unsure of what to do next.

As you woke up in Wakasa's place the next day, the reality of the previous night's events started to sink in. You realized that you had made a mistake in giving in to your urges, but at the same time, you couldn't help but want to continue doing it. You were hesitant at first, unsure of how to approach Wakasa about what happened, but you found herself drawn to him anyway. You knew that your relationship was still temporary and that you couldn't let your feelings get in the way of your agreement. Despite this, you found yourselves wanting to spend more time with him, both in your ruse and outside of it, all while pretending to Wakasa’s face that this still meant nothing.

It is certainly not common for a boyfriend-for-rent to give you a monthsary gift. Such gifts are typically given by a long-term romantic partner, or someone who is seeking a long-term relationship. Since the arrangement with Wakasa is meant to be temporary and was not originally intended to last longer than a few weeks or a months, it would not be expected for him to give you such a present. So you were surprised when Wakasa presented you with a small gift for your one-month anniversary. You were touched by the gesture, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt knowing that you shouldn't be developing feelings for him…

ㅤㅤthank you for renting our boyfriends! did you catch feelings? we don't care! as long as you come back to see them again ;)

[b0nten]

HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

[darlingbabyboo]

I've been thinking for a while about a particular one shot request and I read it last night on another fandom, so now I kinda wanna see it with TR.

So here it is : How would some of the guys react to us doodling on their hand during some boring class? (Mikey, Draken, Takemichi, Mitsuya, Haitani brothers and the Kawata twins)

Sorry if it's too much! It doesn't have to be anything big, just a small reaction would be more than perfect, since I love your writing so much. 🥹

Baby, What Are You Doing...

Summary: the guys react to you doodling on their arms

Notes: some small blurbs about the guys. These vary in length and I was lowkey running out of ideas while I was writing but I tried my best to stay original! Also, not edited bcs I don't got time for that, you see a mistake, no you didn't <333

Mikey is kinda out there so he probably wouldn't even notice you were writing on his hand, but when he does he eats that shit up. He's lazy so he doesn't like going to get tats but he loves some ink. He will praise you and start requesting things like you're a professional artist. 'Please babe, I want a dorayaki on my forearm.' You bite your lip to hide your blossoming smile, 'you know I'm not a professional artist, right?' Your boyfriend shrugs and smacks a kiss to your cheek, 'you are to me babe!'

Draken notices right away what you're doing and is probably a bit confused at first. Like, do you want him to get another tattoo??? He'll do it hun, just ask. You two are relaxing in his bed, just enjoying each other's presence. He's surprised when you pull out a Sharpie and start doodling your name on his arm. 'Honey, what're you doing?' You give a sheepish grin, 'sorry, is it a problem.' He looks at the doodle, and you start to relax when you spot no disgust in his eyes. 'No problem hun,' he turns to you, 'think I should get this my next visit?' You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck as he looks at the doodle in wonder, more love sprouting in his heart.

Takemichi is a loser (affectionate) and he would never get a tattoo because he can't stand that pain, so he will take take that doodle and he will hold it with pride. 'Sweetie, I love it so much!' He wraps his arms around your waist and you can feel his smile against your stomach. You giggle at his wonder at some shitty stick figures along his arms. 'It's really no big deal' You say, running your hands through his hair, 'you don't need to be so happy.' He shakes his head, 'it is a big deal,' He insists, 'I've never seen anything better!'

Mitsuya my love, my heart, my will to live. He will be gassing up so much that you'll probably start believing that you're the best artist in the world. He's just such a supportive cutie pie <3 'Darling, this is one of the greatest things I've ever seen,' You laugh at the amazement in his eyes as you scribble your name in mock script on his arms. It's barley legible, but Takashi doesn't seem to care, 'you sure about that?' The smile doesn't drop from his face as he looks at you with hearts in his eyes, 'I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.'

I'm sorry but Smiley is probably the biggest asshole when he catches you doing this. He loves it, I promise, but he's a jerk 100% of the time, it's hard for him to turn it off. He raises an eyebrow when he sees you uncap your sharpie and start to draw something on his hand. 'What the fuck is that supposed to be?' He mutters. You laugh awkwardly at his harsh tone and drop your Sharpie, 'sorry, I just saw some cute videos about people putting their initials on their boyfriends wrists and I thought-it's stupid sorry-I don't know why I did that.' You duck your head down, burying your face into his chest, feeling that your body's on fire. Smiley looks at the half-finished doodle on his wrist. 'Don't stop baby, shit's pretty cute.' He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, 'I might get it tatted up.'

Angry is so flustered when he sees you doing this and he loves it so much okay. He feels like wearing it is a testament of how strong your love is. He will ask you (nervously) to do it every day because he doesn't want it to fade. 'Oh my gosh! Souya, you scared me, what're you doing there?' He stands awkwardly in the corner of your room, playing with the ends of his sleeves. 'Sorry... I didn't want to scare you... I just...' He pulls up his sleeve and he sees the fading bunny on his arm. 'I don't wanna bother you, I just-' 'Don't worry baby, I get it.' You cut him off, cupping his cheek and placing a kiss on his cheek. You pull him towards the bed and tell him to wait, 'I just need to get my Sharpies!'

Ran won't notice I'm sorry. He sleeps most of the day and he already has so much ink that some doodles won't pop out to him too much. It's only until he notices you doodling on a piece of paper one day and compares it to what's all over his arms that he starts tweakin'. 'Angel have you been inkin' me up?' He raises an eyebrow at you, confused. You hide your smile, 'of course not, I have no idea what you're talking about.' He narrows his eyes, '...okay.' Not completely believing you, but too sleepy to question things. 'Wanna take a nap?' You feel the Sharpie in your pocket and bite the inside of your cheeks, 'I'd love to!'

Rindou will eat that shit up, oh my gosh he loves it so much. He's like the extreme version of Angry and Mikey. He wants it obvious, and he wants it bold. 'C'mon princess, your name on my collarbone, I need it.' You raise an eyebrow as you straddle him, 'in red though, that's a bit... much.' He shakes his head, 'no, no, it'll be perfect.' You shake your head in exasperation, your boyfriend is a big dummy, but he loves you with every part of himself.

[fic-dumpster]

OMG imagine this all of bonten doing the slim pickings trend if you don’t know what that is it’s basically a guy lifting a girl (normally that’s I’ll I’ve seen of this trend sorry!)

On this shoulder and flexing that basically that they can carry their girl on their shoulder 😭😩🤤

Anyways I just imagine ❤️ Kakucho ❤️ lifting us then like all of bonten wants to prove they can do it too 🫡 ugh it hurts to even think about 😖

anyways just random thought sorry it’s so long I think I had a heart attack when I thought of this

have a good day/night pookie 💋😘🙈

Anonie, idk if I got you but I’ll see what Bonten does. LET ME TELL YOU THAT I SUFFERED /J. AHSJSKS I DONT KNOW TIKTOK JAHSKSQ IM SORRY Gosh… I can’t write serious or wholesome stuff 🤧 it’s always me and my broken sense of humor.

Slim Pickings || Bonten x Reader 1.9k+ words

cw: body image, TikTok trend, nonsense, cringe… like hundred percent logging off-phone throwing-gagging worthy cringe. constant state of chaos. not edited.

“What are you two doing?” The question came from Takeomi who just stepped into your living room to see Kakucho with you sitting on his shoulder, parading you around as both laughed and smiled.

“A TikTok trend,” you answered casually.

But before Takeomi could ask more questions, the rest of Bonten began to pop into the room.

“it’s rude to stand in the entrance,” Sanzu intentionally bumped shoulders with Takeomi. Which only gained him a tired sigh from the older man.

“We heard music!” Rindou pointed out, casually strolling in.

“And your laughter,” Ran added, walking behind him brother.

After Bonten’s three menaces made their way in, silently Mikey accompanied by Kokonoi and Mochi decided to join the crowd. The shorter man curiously peeked at your form perched on his number three..

Questions began to rain on you once they saw your phone propped up on the table with more than one video of Kakucho lifting you.

“So you just lift me and place me on your shoulders,” you explained in detail to the group of men staring at your phone screen. “Yeah, like that. See?”

“We do that on a daily basis,” pointed out Ran, not really getting where this was going.

“Yeah, we see Rindou flexing his biceps at least four times a day.” Added Sanzu, snickering with his phone out scrolling through some other videos and seeing a bunch of guys just showing off.

“This shit’s easy,” huffed Rindou, ignoring the previous comment but at the same time watching Sanzu’s screen over his shoulder.

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” You rolled your eyes at the lack of initiative on their part. Although, you could guess jealousy had a part in that. They seemed bitter that your attention was solely on Kakucho.

You couldn’t have been more wrong with your statement. Bonten was not made for TikTok fame… but you didn’t know it at that time.

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To see who went first they decided to draw straws… online…

You stood with Kakucho there waiting until everyone got their phones out and went to the page Rindou had shared. Lifting an eyebrow, you saw they had taken this more seriously than you had expected. Oh, yeah… they had banned Kakucho from this round.

Then you heard a groan and a bunch of hyenas laughing. First one to go? it was Kokono… and things didn’t go as planned.

“Okay, ready?” You asked a bit worried since he didn’t seem too eager to be on camera.

“Why do I have to go first?” Koko’s voice cracked a bit at the end, “you’re not posting this, right?”

A bunch of boos from the public followed Koko’s question, and by the public you mean Rindou, Ran and Sanzu. You tried to reassure him it would be alright but the damage to his pride was already done.

Once Koko’s hands were on your hips something in your gut told you that doom was imminent. He had lifted you with ease but as soon as your butt hit his shoulder, the man let out a loud whine. Somehow—someway, your zipper had gotten stuck on his silver hair. Thus, pulling it as he moved you.

“Ah! My hair! My hair!!” Koko’s desperate screams just got most of the group cracking up.

“Oh shut— ack!” You tried to stay as calm as possible, “I’m sorry!” Your eyes turned to the snickering bunch. “It’s not funny!” You held onto Koko’s head for dear life as Rindou and Sanzu avoided your gaze. The latter turned around to keep chuckling.

With his second sigh of the day, Takeomi walked towards you two, pulling Kakucho along.

“How is that this always happens to you two,” Takeomi said, trying to untangle your zipper from Koko’s hair as Kakucho steadied you on the silver-haired man’s shoulder.

After all was done, Kokonoi sat begrudgingly on the furthest sofa with a side of his long silver hair tangled in a thick mass. You smiled apologetically at him.

─────── · · ·

With a triumphant look, Rindou stood ready.

He was feeling confident after Kokonoi’s failure, but he might have gone a bit too hard… the moment he lifted you off the floor, you went flying towards the hanging lights. Thus, hitting you in the back of your head.

Everyone panicked meanwhile Mochi went for an ice pack.

It was chaos, as always—Kakucho to the rescue, he snatched you straight away from Rindou’s shoulder just in time to see Sanzu tackling the youngest Haitani. Then Ran and Takeomi began to scold the pair scuffling on the floor.

Even Mikey joined in, silently hitting Rindou in the same spot that the lamp had smacked you. Bonten’s leader walked away and kept mumbling words about how careless one could be. “An eye for an eye, Haitani.”

Just then, Mochi had walked back in to the room with an ice pack, but seeing the current situation he handed Takeomi the ice pack and went back to get a couple more.

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After a prolonged discussion about safety, you suggested continuing outside which would have been fine if two people hadn’t begged you for a favor.

Ran was already smirking at you, ready to hoist you up and show the two previous failures how it was done.

And he did just that. At the count of three, you were already sitting on Ran’s shoulder. His grip was unwavering and the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster.

“Why do you always make it weird…” you mumbled once you saw Rindou visibly upset at his loss in this match.

“It’s not, though.” Ran pretended to flick a lint off his shirt, looking straight at the camera now.

It’s then that you remember the words from a certain pair—a pink and a silver head already signaling for you to take action. To keep the peace, both Haitani had to fail… miserably…

So with a deep breath, you loudly shouted something you knew Ran wouldn’t ignore. “Is that a bald spot?!” You even put a finger on his scalp to emphasize.

It happened so fast. One second you were in the air and the next you had been set down on the grass and the oldest Haitani went running to the nearest bathroom, Rindou not far behind. Not a words came out of anyone’s mouth. Meanwhile Sanzu and Koko gave you a thumbs up.

The peace had been kept. Your TikTok project began to feel more complicated than you thought it would be.

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Nobody was worried about Mikey, they all knew he could easily pick you up, but Mother Nature had other plans.

“Stop laughing,” you grumbled, “it’s not that funny.”

“I’m sorry, sweetcheeks… it is…” Sanzu wheezed almost out of breath from laughing the whole day. “Mikey went straight for your pussy!”

Yes, when it was Mikey’s turn he had almost dropped you because a bee flew to his face and to his credit, he did catch you just as quick but the death-like grip went to your crotch. Which had you squealing and the clowns around you couldn’t stop laughing since then. Even Mochi and Takeomi had chuckled at the whole show.

“Haru, shut up!” You hissed, “Look! He’s sulking already!” At the sight of a brooding Mikey, everyone just went quiet. That sobered Snazu up real quick.

The Haitani brothers had just come back outside, but seeing the grey clouds on everyone’s heads they decided to slowly and carefully go back inside.

With Mikey not being in the mood anymore, the TikTok filming had to stop. Mochi and Sanzu were sad to not get a chance to try.

“Another day,” you weakly replied.

Takeomi felt a sense of relief. He wasn’t sure his back would agree today. He had lifted you before, but it was a gamble and with how everyone’s luck had been today? He didn’t wanna risk it.

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Later that day, everyone was just sitting around the living room, back to where it all began. It was as normal as it could possibly get.

Most of them were on their phones, although you suspected some of them had the early videos on repeat. Sanzu and kept showing Mochi something and both just kept chuckling. Kokonoi kept checking something about the stock market and grumbling at his screen, angrily typing nonstop. Takeomi was doing the newspaper crossword puzzle and kept asking Ran some of the modern-day stuff he didn’t get. Kakucho had been in the kitchen for a while, and finally, Rindou and Mikey playing thumb fights.

Normalcy… how unusual.

“It’s actually nice… you know?” You interrupted the abnormal calmness surrounding you. “I’m in no way a flimsy thing and you all always move me around like I weigh nothing,” you voiced out your thoughts. You were laying on the couch, just thinking, truth spilling without meaning to, but alas it was out.

“The hell you mean?” Sanzu instantly snapped, throwing his phone to Mochizuki who barely had time to catch it. Bonten’s number two walked up to your resting spot and climbed on top of you. “I hope you don’t mean what I think you mean.”

“Haru…” Your wide eyes stared up at Sanzu, pink hair falling like curtains around your face.

His visceral reaction was like the spark that ignited the rest. Soon you heard the scraping sound of chairs being pulled. The lonely couch was now crowded with a bunch of angry men.

“Move,” Rindou growled as he pulled Sanzu away from you, almost throwing him off the couch. “What do you mean by that?” Now it was the youngest Haitani staring down at you with furrowed brows, and questioning your early statement. “Earlier? I almost sent you to a different fucking orbit.”

They all in their own way tried to make you understand—see what they see.

“Even Koko here can pick you up!” Ran added.

“Yeah,” Koko agreed but then realized the implications, “wait what are you trying to say?!”

Ah, this was more…normal… you giggled at the chaos that erupted around you. From the kitchen walked out Kakucho with a fresh baked bowl of cookies. Mikey didn’t have to be told twice, from the smell alone he knew what it was and took some for himself.

“Heard the commotion,” Kakucho sat next to your head on the couch, “how many times do we have to tell you that’s not important? You see us complain? No, right?” he didn’t let you answer as a cookie was already stuffed in your mouth.

“You have to see us fight to get even a second longer with you. That should tell you how much we want you,” Takeomi noted, pointing towards the Haitanis going against Sanzu and Koko a couple of feet away.

“This is why social media is hazardous,” Mochi announced, holding a cookie between his fingers.

“Body imag—” began Takeomi but he was cut short.

“It’s nothing. You’re just old.” Sanzu rebuked, interrupting his older brother just to spite him. forgotten was Rinodu who went to back up Ran.

The Akashi brothers continued on their intense debate, Mochi adding his opinion here and there as Kakucho kept feeding you and Mikey cookies.

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: slightly suggestive, implied/referenced sex, reader is a timeleaper, au of the original timelines, strangers-to-lovers (except it's you being projected into a new future and suddenly being together with the single person you can't stand), insecurity, miscommunication (because this ain't your timeline), couple argument, getting together, bitter ending, implied/referenced character's death (not rindou nor reader) (a secret third option that you'll all see coming), she/her - afab character

«… and then when I walked in… bam! No dirt and I…».

Takemitchy had been blabbering for the past half an hour none the more aware of your obvious mental breakdown as you had been staring right ahead of you, with no expression.

Somebody might think that you were the one with the dark impulses, although the nature of your current disposition was not due to a mysterious urge to be violent.

Still, you couldn’t deny a discreet sense of anger that was disrupted when your companion promptly muttered.

«… and that’s what I walked into this time, when I woke up in the future» he turned to you with a beaming smile, probably a sign that whatever he had walked in had meant that Hina hadn’t met her inevitable demise yet «… what about you? How is it? What were you doi…».

«Rindou Haitani» you blurted out and Takemitchy promptly shot out of his seat as if the person that you had just mentioned had appeared out of thin air.

«… did you see him or…?».

«That’s what I was doing when I woke up» your cheeks purpled - the constant move through past and future definitely fucked up with your mind - as the truth got out of your mouth «… or better, who I was doing».

Takemitchy froze; if you had thought that he was scared before, he definitely and decidedly was halfway through shitting his brand new pants at your comment, before dread settled into him as well, although much to your shock he added:

«So ahem… you are… together?».

«It seems so».

You hadn’t exactly given an all around look at your whole place when you had left in a hurry after you had gotten the first clothes that you had found, grabbing your backpack on the way out. 

Still, you had caught sight of photos where you looked cozying close to Rindou Haitani.

«… which doesn’t make any fucking sense!».

«Well…» Takemitchy scratched his head clearly at unease much to your utter discomfort and slight annoyance «… he isn’t that… bad to look at…».

Was he… was he somehow trying to rationalize a situation that made your skin genuinely crawl?

«… not the point Takemitchy» she grumbled out as she finally gave up and promptly went to put her head down on the table with a resounding thud «… don’t you remember that he’s also the fucker who literally beat up Hakkai and Souya?!».

«Maybe he might have grown…» Takemitchy received your worst glare «… I mean… I wasn’t the one in bed with him, apparently».

«But from your words it seems like you were» you sneakily shot back, right as your friend went to drink down his coffee, which ended with him spluttering it all over himself much to your chagrin «It’s a shitty timeline».

«Well, I wouldn’t be that fast with the judgement» Takemitchy shot back as he promptly went to dab his shirt to avoid spreading the obvious mess any further «Hina is still alive. Naoto as well… you haven’t delved into crime and neither have the Toman… Mickey…».

«Don’t you think that me … sleeping with… Rindou Haitani is a prompt sign that this timeline is going to shit…» you reiterated as Takemitchy simply shot you a deadpan look and you went back to slamming your head against the table «… I want to go back to the past timeline, ugh».

«Well, we can’t go, at least not till I find out more about Naoto and Mickey» since when had Takemitchy grown to be the mature one between the two of you, as you felt like a scolded child; sleeping with Rindou Haitani definitely did that to somebody.

«… I thought you said Naoto was alive» you brought up promptly, as Takemitchy’s face grew red in obvious guilt, and he went to gently scratch the back of his head nervously.

«Well, Hina did tell me… he… he is alive» that wasn’t consolingly, although it confirmed your thought that you had ended up on the umpteenth bad timeline. 

Which would explain your terrible taste in men.

«… but I haven’t met him yet».

«So, the judgement has to be adjourned…?» you asked, shooting a sneaky look at a huffing Takemitchy, whose shoulders hung around tense and you did feel a bit of pity for him, softening your features. 

You hadn’t lost much in the future aside from a pretty normal life when you had gone with Naoto to help save him.

That’s how you had gone back in the past, with a now blonde Takemitchy that was refusing to let his Hina die, which was admirable, although it got you in a whole lot of trouble. 

«… apparently» he muttered picking himself up and getting his wallet out «… will you survive a few days more with Rindou Haitani? I could ask Hina whether you could stay over and…».

«… and witness you make out like teens?» you knew that it wouldn’t have happened for sure, especially with the way your friend promptly reddened much to your satisfaction. 

If he was going to shit onto you, you’d have done the exact same.

«… I am fine. I’ll simply… deck him in the face… and that’s it».

Like you had almost done earlier that morning, when you had woken up to something hard being pressed against the crook between your thighs and you couldn’t deny that you had felt so good, glad that unlike your previous timelines, the future didn’t have you alone in this one.

You had gone to turn around and see whoever you had ended up with, eagerly opening your eyes just to be met with a pair of unforgettable purple eyes.

If anything because they had been the ones that were sneering while your friends both laid on the ground.

Hitting him had been a reflex, although it hadn’t been strong enough and Rindou - the bastard - had had the gut to chuckle, gently going to reach for your arm and bringing you closer to his naked chest as he had contentedly nestled against you. 

Not rubbing himself against you like a cat in heat, although you had - again - gone full flight mode and digging your nails into his palm, you had gotten a chance to escape. 

And you had bolted, sure that you’d realize you’d have been kidnapped.

Then you had seen the photos.

And the clear touches of a shared life.

In the future, it seemed, you had just the worst taste in men.

After waving goodbye to Takemitchy, you felt the dread of facing Rindou, again, especially right after the whole small act of this morning; it was already awkward but the thought of facing the man who you had heard calling out to you in confusion had you definitely hesitating at the door as you finally snuck the key inside as quietly as possible. 

It wasn’t late enough to wish he’d be asleep, but maybe… just maybe… he’d be watching the TV as an ordinary bum, and…

… and he didn’t hear you.

Still, not for the reasons you had initially thought. Instead, you sneakily hid in the entryway, listening to Rindou talking on his phone.

«… yeah, I… don’t fucking laugh at me» he said angrily and while you should have felt threatened, you couldn’t help but think of him as a cat throwing an hissy fit because he wasn’t let out on a rainy day. 

At least, he had stayed as pathetic as back then.

«… she fucking… yeah, she fucking bolted right in the middle of morning cuddles… don’t fucking.. don’t fucking make fun of me, shthead! Who has a girlfriend between the two of us, eh?».

Well, you had an inkling of who he might be talking to, especially when you heard Ran’s voice resounding again, as it grew even higher in pitch:

«She didn’t ditch me, brother!» oh apparently Ran had hit a specific button and you’d have enjoyed Rindou’s mental breakdown, hadn’t you known that the ‘she’ they were talking about was you «… and for the record, I haven’t done anything to piss her… as of late… I think?».

Well, he had beaten up two of your dearest friends and you felt like the memory was extremely fresh, considering that to you it had happened just a few days ago, while to Rindou it must have been years. 

For the first time since this whole mess happened, you found yourself finally taking a good look around yourself and the new life in the timeline you had changed: the first time not much had changed and neither the second, with the third making you a secretary spying with Chifuyu on Kisaki.

Fourth had been awful, as you remembered the Manila trip and now, there was this one.

«… yeah, I… I got the romantic dinner and shit, and … you don’t have to fucking tell me how to be decent to my fucking girlfriend!».

Well, here’s the deal sealed: if you thought that you and Rindou might be casual acquaintances that shagged at times, your delusions were thoroughly shattered as he proudly repeated your role in his life. 

How had you come to this?

Had you been blackmailed? 

Was this an elaborate scheme for you to keep the Haitani in check?

Or simply you had received a concussion to the head that hadn’t yet passed?

Because in your mind, you couldn’t find a good reason to be with Rindou Haitani, although your face in the photo right in front of you showed a younger - but still mature - you smiling softly while Rindou carried you bridal style with your heels in one hand, as you wore what was an elegant dress.

Somebody’s wedding? Or maybe a graduation? Or…

You cursed yourself as you clumsily went to get the photo to examine it closer just to accidentally knock a small trinket right beside it and make enough noise to startle Rin and make him aware of a second presence in the house. 

His steps were quick as they rushed and much to your disgust his gaze genuinely softened when it set upon you.

And much to your horror, your cheeks flustered.

Takemitchy had been right: he might have been a dickwad but he had grown handsome. 

He had kept his blonde hair with the blueish streaks, although aside that he had grown… buffer, you thought that’d be the correct words, although he hadn’t grown in height but he seemed definitely strong enough to grab you with one arm.

Which made his sudden awkwardness feel even more … funny, as he clumsily approached you. He looked like he wanted to reach out, possibly hug you, but he was holding back, probably because your first reaction onto him taking a step further had been to take one right back.

«… hey».

«Hey» it felt awkward as you tried to attempt at least a less worrisome attempt, as your mouth struggled to open in a genuine smile and Rindou noticed it with an ease that stalled him halfway and had his arms - held out to you - fall down his hips. 

You’d have felt bad about it, hadn’t your mind been filled with images of him brutally assaulting two of your dear friends. It just made little sense of him being the same man that you had seen in the past.

Much must have changed in the past but not enough to make you forgive him.

«… how… how was work?».

«Fine» you only then realized that you hadn’t gone, though the lie came to you at the spot, alongside with a tight-lipped grimace to hold back any further comment.

«I made dinner» he seemed to ignore your strangeness, although his eyes betrayed a concern that didn’t just fit on Rindou Haitani’s face «… I mean… I didn’t make it… I just… well, I ordered it… so ahem, don’t make fun of me or…».

«I am not truly hungry».

The less time you spent with him, the better it’d be, both because you weren’t the ‘you’ he knew and both because you didn’t wish to spend time with. 

Especially when there were weird feelings all coming around you. 

Mixed feelings that you wouldn’t have ever felt for Rindou Haitani. 

Or better, shouldn’t have ever felt, like genuine concern, guilt and fascination.

«… ahem… I had a long day. At work! Because I… well, the office was a mess and I…».

«Are… are you sure?» now he looked more…offended than worried, although he masked the feeling quickly «It’s… it’s your favorite… we could… we could also eat in bed. I won’t complain about the crumbs and shit. It’s laundry day either way so we could simply change the sheets and…».

The thought of you and Rindou Haitani sharing a ‘laundry day’ and hence a routine was enough to make you want to keel over, not necessarily in disgust but that strange feeling brewing up into the gut of your stomach.

«I am… truly not in the mood for eating» that seemed totally sane and Rindou’s shield went immediately up to barge into yours. It seemed like the time to simply ‘leave you be’ was finished.

«If this morning, I did anything…».

You felt the tips of your ears heat up and ducked your head away to the side.

«It isn’t about this morning».

And you heard the exhale that Rindou let out, as similar as possible to a ‘gotcha’.

«Then there’s something».

“Yeah, I just got sent back to the future and suddenly you are my boyfriend, when till a few days ago, I wished for your pretty face to be smashed into multiple places” although that definitely felt like something that’d have sent you away, in a straightjacket.

How did Takemitchy even do this? You should have asked.

«There ain’t anything, Rindou» well, that felt like a mouthful.

«First name basis and not RinRin anymore» he was trying to humor you, goad you away from the shell that you had closed yourself in «… that usually means I have done something».

And you had a list, but you doubted that he’d have reacted to you bringing up the fact that twelve years ago, he had beaten up your friends. 

Could you even blame him truly? 

Certainly you hated him for the fact but you knew how gangs worked and how their fights erupted. 

You doubted that it was anything personal for him. 

Still, the fact that you had witnessed that and still decided to date him? It said a lot about your character.

You just hoped it wasn’t because he was hot now.

«I am just tired, can I go to bed?» you tried to play the card, hoping to at least buy yourself some reprieve for a bit and yet, the moment that the words left your mouth, you realized you had fucked up. 

Rindou frowned, and it’d have been adorable, hadn’t it made your heart sink in your gut.

«… where did I fuck up?».

«I already told you: you didn’t do shit» you wouldn’t have gotten out of this that easily, you realized as Rindou took a step forward. 

He clearly wanted to crowd your space although not overbearingly considering the tight concern in his purple eyes. 

You’d have almost felt endeared, had it come by anybody but him.

«… I am just tired. Can we not make this … harder or more than it truly is?».

«Put yourself in my shoes» he shot back, tightening his fists by your side and you knew what he had done, what he was capable of with those hands, but you didn’t feel anger nor fear at him, suddenly just noticing how much he looked like a wounded boy, begging for an explanation although you had been the one lashing out onto me «Yesterday every… every-fucking-thing was going well, and I… is it… is it because of what I said last night?».

It’d be nice if you could remember about it.

«… I was.. I was fucking… it wasn’t that fucking serious» well, you doubted it was with the way that Rindou was the one ducking his eyes in embarrassment as his cheeks flustered red «I just… we are older than the others and they are all… you know… getting married and shit. Just thought that it’d do us good to discuss it, even just to clear out whether it’s something we want or not».

There was talk of marriage…? Between you and Rindou? 

You felt sick and Rindou noticed it quickly, as he moved fast enough to grab you as you crumbled on the ground, when your knees buckled inward, having you lose balance and almost tumble on your ass.

You were close enough to notice the genuine anguish on his face; you wondered whether it was because you had almost fainted at the mention of ‘marriage’ with him or whether he was concerned because you had almost felt sick. 

Either way you didn’t have to discover it further as his hands left your body - not staying a moment further, although, much to your horror, you wished for it  - the moment you felt steady enough to stand on your own, taking a step away so swiftly that he almost knocked over a piece of furniture at the entrance.

And your photo in the celebrative clothing.

«You… I… sorry» he mumbled much to your surprise «Shit, I hadn’t… you must be truly tired, I… I’ll leave you alone».

And like that, he slipped away, leaving you with a strange sense of guilt in the pit of your stomach; it was his house and it was his timeline, while you were a stranger that had clearly just hurt him. 

You might not understand why the ‘you’ of this timeline might be with him, but this didn’t mean that you could erase what seemed like happy years. 

Which begged the question: should you try to change it?

Should you be so harsh with him?

Well, if you weren’t, it wouldn’t be you, which made it further difficult to know what had switched for you to be… so lovely as in the photo.

Ugh, this timeline was - indeed - a nightmare.

—

Your stomach grumbled and you really regretted not having, at least, attempted to have dinner with Rindou, especially as the whole mess of the day made it so that although you had been laying in bed for hours, your thoughts didn’t abandon you, no matter how many times you switched sides or fluffed - the very comfortable - pillow.

You had stalked the room for any sign of your future life and just found more proof of what a happy couple you and Rindou were, although there were signs of past fights: small notes tucked into a drawer alongside pressed flowers with Rindou’s calligraphy spelling out apologies.

Why couldn’t he be an asshole?

And especially where had he gone?

You had thought that you’d have to endure Rindou’s presence by your side, but he hadn’t even come to use the ensuite bathroom, making you painfully aware of the time passing. You had hoped that you might have found some sleep and woken up to him again, not noticing his body slipping next to you as you couldn’t deny the warmth of this morning… it had felt nice, till you had realized who it had come from.

It wasn’t that you found it that weird to sleep with another man, as you had slept with Chifuyu a few times when you had been too bruised to come back to your parents. 

It hadn’t ever been awkward and if anything, you had soon learned that you slept better with somebody beside you. 

Even Rindou fucking Haitani.

As your stomach gave out another sign of its pitiful emptiness, you thought it better to sneak in the kitchen and fill it, as a filled belly might be the solution to your little sleeping problem.

With a strange sense of familiarity she walked from the bedroom to the small dining room, and she almost blanched when she saw Rindou slumped uncomfortably on the sofa, with the TV lighted up but muted.

He was even snoring although his sleep seemed fitfully with the way his body tensed and relaxed at times. 

A pang of guilt filled your belly as when you had hurt him this morning. 

You should have known that - with all the clear respect he had shown you throughout the day - that he wouldn’t have come to sleep with you and the sight brought to your mind millions of fights that you hadn’t had yet.

He always stayed on the couch.

And it was all your fault.

Tenderly and, startling yourself, you went to shake him awake, as he came to with a slight sob and you were quick to notice that there were tear marks down his face; was … was this all for your small spatter?

Was Rindou Haitani somehow softer than he looked?

«Whatcha doing here, silly?» it didn’t feel like your voice and yet, it was. 

The words didn’t feel like the ones that were itching on top of your tongue and yet, they were the ones that came out of your mouth.

«… it’s bad for your back».

Bright purple eyes stared right back at you, a bit confused and definitely asking himself whether it was still a dream or not. 

Probably the reason why, he was quick to hug you to him, uncaring that each time you had come closer in the day, you had either pushed off or hit him. 

And this time, you didn’t have it in your heart to do either as you returned the hug softly, immediately swarmed by a familiarity in shape and smell that had your heart clenched.

«… why didn’t you come to bed?» you were speaking more to soothe him than to truly make sense as you doubted that while he sobbed gently and stubbornly, he was hearing you «… hey, hey! It’s alright now…».

It took him at least fifteen minutes before Rindou came down, although you couldn’t find it in yourself to begrudge him too much for it, although your knees started hurting on the floor, which was cold and uncomfortable and…

«… sorry» he said it a strange number of times for being a Haitani; these were the same people that had been sent to prison for having murdered somebody and here you were holding him like a silly child. 

You undoubtedly were aware that some of the Toman weren’t exactly good people either, but … 

«I thought you might want space and… you always do when we fight and…».

«We didn’t fight, though» no you had simply ran away like a coward, because you couldn’t fathom that in some weird universe, you found Rindou Haitani hot.

«Didn’t we?» he shot you back with a disbelieving look «You… you act strangely a lot like we had a fight. I… you distance yourself, push me back and…».

You waited for what he was about to say next, but it never came. 

What came, instead, was the rumbling of your stomach, which proved like a good distraction for the both of you, as Rindou chuckled.

«You weren’t hungry, right?» you flustered at being called out.

«Maybe I wasn’t back then, but I am right now!» you protested, flustering and giggling as Rindou adjusted himself and stretched his body - your eyes totally didn’t linger on the sliver of waist you caught as his shirt rode up his body - before offering a hand to you. 

You accepted it if only because you noticed the wounded hesitation he held in the gesture.

You couldn’t push back this man anymore, if only to keep up appearances.

Not totally because a small part of you didn’t want to push him back.

He brought you in the small kitchenette as you mechanically settled on the counter while he went to retrieve some take out boxes and plated them before heating them up in the microwave. 

The silence should have been tense but the soft way in which Rindou hummed was enough to lull you in comfortability, till he spoke again.

«I won’t bring it up, again, you know?» it startled you, twice as much as the ding of the microwave «… the… you know… marrying thing».

You were glad for the safety of the counter beneath your ass this time, as it seemed like any mention of ‘marriage’ got to you; you weren’t the girl to go overboard with it, but you couldn’t deny that the thought of you in a white dress and with all your family on such a pretty day…

… still, imagining Rindou beside you, it felt like a jump you weren’t sure you could make.

«It isn’t… it isn’t like that» “I am still just shaken up that I am dating you. 

Of course, marrying you seems like a step that feels enormous.

«I just… it took me by surprise».

«Yeah, me as well» Rindou said, not turning to you as he went to pass you the plate with your food «… never thought I’d be the type for all… that. Then you plopped into my life and…».

«Yeah, about that…» what was a non-suspicious way of saying ‘hey I don’t remember shit of how our relationship started?’ «I have been doing a lot of… a lot of thinking. About the past… when… when we weren’t together».

It felt good to see Rindou acknowledge it, as his back tensed - or flexed, should you say - clearly conjuring up bad memories. 

You wondered - and wished you could ask - whether he regretted it, but it’d have felt like admitting to your crime.

«Bad times, isn’t it?» he croaked lightly, turning around and you noticed that albeit his handsomeness, there was a tragedy to his face «When I met you back, I was… was almost ashamed to face you, you know?».

You should have known but listened to his with a rapid curiosity.

«Ran… that dickhead… was the one that pushed me. Quite literally considering that he made me bump into you» the stickiness of a spilled drink on your new dress on the first night out clubbing. You remembered it suddenly, alongside the genuine irritation, you had felt upon turning and finding that familiar face, schooled into a self-assured smirk «… but I… I wondered whether I… I deserved it. And you… you didn’t make it easy».

Well, you could believe that, considering the mixture of anger you felt in your chest.

«And still somehow I got you» suddenly your hands were tangled together, and it felt like breathing, turning to him with a small smile «… didn’t I?».

There was an edge of insecurity as something dark reeked from him, that was quieted when he moved gently to kiss your forehead. 

A kiss would have killed you but the way his lips pressed onto your bedhead?

You felt yourself breathing in full for the first time in days.

Was Rindou Haitani even so bad?

—

Your eyes scanned the crowd at the somber event. Just a week prior there had been discussions of a wedding and here you were, attending a funeral.

You should have gotten used to Hina’s smiling face contrasting so openly with the alluring mourning and grief that surrounded her funeral, but you hadn’t. 

And if you hadn’t, neither had Takemitchy, who you finally located in the crowd, standing beside Naoto with an empty vacant gaze. 

You should have gone to him, but you clutched gently to the hand that accompanied you.

Although you still felt awkward around Rindou Haitani, his patience and kindness somehow broke through you and although you still couldn’t believe that he was your destined partner, at least in this timeline, it felt.. less awful than you had originally thought.

«Are you alright?» he whispered softly, ducking as he pushed back a few strands of your hair that had fallen onto your face «… we could go and take a breath outside and…».

«Why don’t you go and take a smoke» albeit hiding it for your sake, you knew that Rindou had grown restless since you had arrived, although you didn’t know whether it was due to the fact that the room was filled with people that had been his enemies or whether it was the atmosphere. 

Rindou Haitani felt less like a criminal and more like a wounded kitten when you knew him, more.

«I just need to say something to Takemitchy».

«Yeah, I remember them being close. Partners?» you nodded, as Rindou gently stepped back, unlacing your hands although you found yourself already dreading the absence «… I’ll be outside if you need me, alright. Not smoking because I am quitting that».

«Since when?» even in the small memories that you got at times, you always remembered the boy with a cigarette attached to his lips, so it felt startling as he simply wiggled his eyebrow in a mocking attempt.

«Since, I gotta wait longer to convince you to become my wife».

You flustered at the broaching of the taboo subject between the two of you; you were glad that Rindou had interpreted your coldness as ‘cold feet’, and somehow he seemed to think that keeping you at arm’s length - while, at the same time, caring for you attentively - was enough and you let him.

If anything because it felt… uncomplicated.

You were glad to hide your obvious feelings in favor of concern for your friend as you settled beside him and Naoto, a slight head nod all you needed to be acknowledged.

«… it didn’t work, did it?».

«You said it yourself» Takemitchy shot back «It was a bad timeline».

You wished that you could go back and take those words back, almost feeling like you had jinxed it. Instead, you simply went to bump into your friend’s side, hearing him chuckle wetly while Naoto regarded you both with gravity.

«You’ll be glad to go back in time, won’t you» Takemitchy added as you moved towards the outskirts of the function, heading for one of the exits. Not a second to waste when the worst had happened «… I don’t know how you managed to survive with Haitani…».

Your eyes caught a glimpse of him, as if the sole recall of him was enough to make you feel nostalgic and seek him out.

Takemitchy noticed it and promptly shoot you a curious glance.

«Well, let’s just say that I… got used to it» it was the closest that you’d ever come to vulnerability «… it feels, I almost feel bad about leaving when things started to look good».

—

This future had to be better, you thought as you woke up with your body sore, already knowing you weren’t up to a good start but trying to stay positive.

And then you felt it, cold and leathery as the smell of gunpowder filled the air and you heard the click of a trigger. 

You weren’t surprise upon opening your eyes and finding the barrel of a gun between you and a tattooed hand.

Well, you were off to a great start, but what got you - as you dared to raise your head a bit more - were the eyes that you came in contact with: purple and crazed, when you had known them to be kind and sweet.

«Hello, sweetheart, did you miss me?».

[unluckilyimnot]

Hihi!!^^ Could you please make a bllk and/or bonten hc where she has a friend who always tries to one-up her to get her bf?

You can include all the characters you like and if you do, have fun writing it!!^^

Friend trying to win your bf over/talking shit behind your back

Characters: rindou, ran, mikey, chifuyu, wakasa,

Note : Hiii! Thank you sm for this request! I hope I did it well and you'll like it ! I did both bllk and tr but I'll do it for more fandom I write for bc I like it lslsls like genshin and windbreaker

Tell me if anyone want one with a character in particular (hc / one shot...)

Bllk ver.

m.list | rules

Rindou

Acts sarcastic around her all the time

Fake being interested then stop listening and ignore her

"Is that so ?" With a eyebrow lift and his face unbothered

He wants her to feel bad and like shit, seek attention she'll never have because he's more busy with anything else than her

He wants to feel 10 time worse than what she tried to make you feel

He's mean about it, giving her false hopes

But he never hides it from you, you know it all and honestly you're the one feeling bad for her

He has to remind you himself the shitty friend she is and that she deserves it

Ran

He's not that mean, he knows you like her dearly and does his best to not sighs when she talks

No needs to say that from the start he doesn't really like her

But when she starts talking shit about you behind your back, with him around ? He really got that she was on another planet

It got worse when she speaks to him directly, how she put herself above you, with a fake empathic smile

"Weird way to flirt with a taken guy, talking shit about his girlfriend"

He sounds unbothered but his eyes are cold while he drinks

He probably drink it in one shot and move back to you and tells you

Wakasa

Younger Wakasa would've probably killed her on spot

Older him is more composed, but not without thinking the same

He feels you tensed when she starts speaking about your common dance class, his arm tighten around your shoulders, as if he was asking what's up

His eyes turn cold when she ask him how bad you were at it after he came once

"Excuse me ?"

She sits up straight and, sadly, couldn't turn her gaze away from her when she wishes she had

"I think you're the only one remembering it that way."

He's not joking around when it comes to you, and she for sure regretting it when everyone stopped listening to her around the table

Chifuyu

He's silly and kind, it's good to be around him you get that and all your friends feel safe around him for this reason

But you never expect to one of them to turned it against you when he's just nice and making sure they're safe

You're choked the first time you heard her talking like this about you while you were go for a few minutes, with him sitting next to her

"I've never noticed though, I have no idea what you're talking about"

He plays dumb but you can tell in his voice is not joking around anymore

She's doesn't insist when you came back, but he makes sure to mention it so you can defend yourself

And when everyone take your side you felt slightly better, even more with him taking your defense without hesitation

Mikey

That's the worst idea anyone can have

Mikey thinks so highly about you, maybe a bit too much but that makes him your number one supporter

Looking down on you to try to win him over is the dumbest thing to do

He's quick to react, the second she pushed you down to her up, his eyes are on her and he's moving closer

"Talk shit about my gf one more time, I dare you"

He doesn't do anything else, doesn't touch her but that's because he respects woman and don't fight people who can't defend themselves

Or else he would've hit her in the face

"Get out while I'm still being friendly"

No need to say you never heard of her again

[ageingfangirl2]

Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

PART 2: MAIL SERVICE WITH A SMILE

ONE THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN

A week has passed since you first started working for Bonten. It was safe to say this wasn't your regular 9-5 office job, and the people you worked for were ‘rumoured’ criminals, but as long as you got paid and did your job, that’s all that mattered to you. Your last receptionist job had been pretty shitty, no one acknowledged you unless they had a complaint or some post that needed sending, so you kept to yourself and got by without so much as a smile or pleasant greeting in the morning. If they were going to ignore you, you could ignore them back.

But working for Bonten seemed like a fresh slate, a new start, and you were going to make a good impression every morning, even if they were a ‘rumoured’ criminal organistaion you wanted to bring some normality to the whole situation. 

The week had flown by, and you were looking forward to having the weekend off, but today you had a bunch of mail that needed handing out, and you were going to do it with your friendly smile.

Manjiro Sano was the first into the office, which was a rare occurrence since he usually showed up a couple of hours after everyone else, did some work, delegated tasks and took a nap for the rest of the day. You pick up the parcel that had been delivered to him and smile brightly, ‘Good morning, sir, I have a package for you.’

He barely reacts at first. He walks in like a ghost - unreadable, silent. He pauses for a heartbeat as you hold out the package to him, takes the package from you without a single word uttered. The next day, the same thing. By the fifth time, he gives you the tiniest of nods. That’s a breakthrough, and it made you feel good.

If Manjiro was in the office, he would be swiftly followed by his shadow, Haruchiyo Sanzu, but unlike Mikey, Sanzu acknowledged you when you held out his post to him with an unwavering smile, ‘These came for you.’

He bursts out laughing the first time, ‘What the hell is this? Mail delivery service now?’ he takes the envelopes and leans in close and asks, ‘You know who you’re smiling at, sweetheart?’

You simply nod, and he walks off laughing to himself. He’s kind of low-key obsessed at how you were able to keep your smile around him despite everything he’s ‘alleged’ to have done.. The next time mail arrives, he shows up grinning ear to ear, ‘Where’s my fan mail, huh?’

The Haitani brothers were two completely different personalities. Ran was amused and skeptical, smirking when you greeted him holding a letter. He simply leans on your desk and teases you, ‘You always this nice, or only to criminals?’ you laugh it off, ‘only when it pays my bills.’

Ran tries to make you slip up, drop your friendly mask, but it never slips, and he is resigned to the fact that you were going to be a tough cookie to crack. His brother, on the other hand, Rindou, well he was awkward, didn’t know how to respond. He simply takes the mail and utters a quiet thank you on the first day, avoiding eye contact at all costs. After a while, though, you slowly start to notice him arriving early so he can enjoy the way you say good morning to him with a smile. You made him feel normal for a criminal, and he kind of liked that.

Kakucho was a sweetie, Polite, reserved. He nods and accepts the mail with a quiet ‘Thanks.’ He’s wary, but he can tell she’s genuine. She starts remembering small things — like his preferred coffee or that he doesn't like loud noises. He respects her calm and starts trusting her a little faster than the others. You saw him like a puppy dog, scary, but would happily roll over on his belly to get his tummy rubbed. Out of all of the members, you felt more comfortable with him, and if you had any future issues, he’d probably be the one you went to for sound advice and a quiet shoulder to lean on.

Hajime Kokonoi, the one who hired you and gave you the lovely flowers that you kept alive as long as you could, looks you up and down suspiciously the first time you hand him his mail already organised with a friendly greeting. He’s used to manipulation, so your kindness does throw him off, even though he had a feeling you would be like this during the hiring process. 

If there was one word he used to describe you, it would be consistent. And soon after, he starts dropping off his invoices and banking letters without comment, almost like you’re becoming part of the system he depends on. It also helped that you were one of the few people in the office who took organising seriously.

Takeomi Akashi was annoyed at first. ‘This isn’t a damn law office.’ he huffed and took his mail like it personally insulted him, even though mail had done nothing to him. But you are stubbornly nice; your smile could warm the coldest of hearts, and he felt his starting to thaw after a long time of being frozen. Eventually, he sighs and starts grumbling back at her greetings like an old man — ‘Yeah, yeah, good morning, whatever.’ It becomes their little routine. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but you quickly become the main reason he makes an effort to come into the office. You were a ray of light in the darkness that was Bonten, and he liked the fact that you seemingly kept him grounded in the real world.

Kanji Mochizuki, or Mochi as he asked you to call him, thinks you are hilarious. ‘You’re way too sweet for this place, you know that?’ He tries joking with you or even startling you when you’re focused on the computer screen, but you never flinch in his presence. Over time, he gets weirdly protective — doesn’t like seeing her stressed or upset. If anyone yells at her, he steps in, and he makes sure to keep an eye on those sneaky Haitani brothers and even Sanzu because he doesn’t want anyone scaring you off. This place needs you, and he will become your shadow if that’s what it takes.

[miniimight]

DISAPPEARING ACT . rindou often disappears for weeks at a time, showing up at home as if it's nothing. a brief exchange triggers a factory reset in him, but you're not as open to it as he expected you to be...

prompt used "better than me disappearing for good. / is it?"

with married!rindou + fem!reader

warnings cursing. a lot of cursing. angst? rindou is an idiot and possessive.

part two

you never got to see your husband anymore. so much so that you considered the chance of it happening next to nothing. you knew what you were getting into being in an relationships with him; lots of meetings and flights to other cities all meant extended time away from home.

you would've been a little more forgiving had he chosen to tell you these things. but no. morning after morning, you wake up to him gone without a trace, without consideration for how you feel. was he alive? was he with someone else? did he not care enough to call or even send a text?

it was as if you lived alone, and a stranger crashed at your place every once in a while. and while you shared polite exchanges, no amount of small talk could overshadow how bleak your marriage was.

it was eleven days before he showed up again. you were, surprisingly, awake when he returned. he was perfectly groomed, albeit a little jaded, but still regarded you with the same coldness you endured since he started leaving. you missed the warmth of your younger days, where he would hold you close and reassure you that you were meant for each other for life.

you decided today was as good a day as any. heck, he even might be gone tomorrow and it would be like you didn't say anything.

"i'm tired of you disappearing for days and then coming back like it was nothing." you said plainly.

he slipped out of his shoes, looking down at you. rolling his eyes lightly but sighing heavily, he started to pull off his tie. "better than me disappearing for good."

a wry smile spread on your face. oh, if he only knew. "is it?"

those two words sent an arrow straight through his heart.

rindou was silent, pretending as if he didn't hear what you just said. but when you scoffed and walked away, he knew it was too real for him to overlook.

"you don't mean that." it was less of a question and more of a please, don't mean it.

you shrugged and went back to your phone, too benumbed to even look at him.

he stared at you, utterly confused as to how to tackle this. "y/n." he said firmly.

you slowly raised your head to meet his eyes, void of any care. "what?"

"i said, you don't mean that." he stood like a tree in the middle of the living area, palms growing sweaty. he loved you. he couldn't lose you, not when you both went through so much to get here.

"don't i?" you responded, placing your phone beside you. not like i see you anymore, anyway. what's the difference?

"stop fucking talking like that and answer me." he snarled. you rolled your eyes, rising to your feet.

"look, rin. who the fuck cares what i think or say? certainly not you." you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "just—just forget i said anything." you turned towards your bedroom. "goodnight."

wait. he lunged forward, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him, backing you against a wall. caging you with arms on either side of you, he stared into your soul, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of you.

you just stared back.

his heart clenched. yeah, he was away for weeks at a time. of course he didn't tell you. why would he? why would he burden you with that information?

"you really think me going away forever is better?" his voice was a whisper, but held the sharpness of a knife. "huh? you want me gone forever?"

you sighed. "i didn't say i wanted that. i just meant that, either way, it doesn't matter. going away forever, going away for weeks and weeks but only staying for a night..." your eyes met his, glossy but fierce. "it's the same to me. i don't care what the hell you do anymore, rindou. just let me go to bed."

he studied the person he truly loved for so long, wondering when it all went downhill.

you were impatient, ducking under his arms. "shit..." you cursed, rubbing the back of your neck as you walked away.

he watched you go. and he never saw you come back.

the next morning he woke up, expecting to see you in the kitchen or watching tv, but his house was empty.

"y/n?" he called out. no answer. he pulled up his phone. no texts, no calls. he bustled around the house, looking for some indication of where you went and he found nothing.

he called his brother, thinking that he was the next best person you would've gone to, but ran had no contact from you.

rindou sat on the couch, nothing to do but sit and wait. he looked around. everything was well-kept, pristine, and sanitized. it was like no one lived here at all. no one except a lonely spouse in an eternal cycle of wait for a husband that wouldn't even give them the time of day to say, i'm heading out.

i love you.

goodbye.

he leaned back, closing his eyes. he doesn't even say goodbye.

he hated himself for it.

hours passed and he didn't move from the couch. he knew you sat there for much longer, day after day, waiting for him. no wonder you were uncaring. coming home meant nothing if he would simply leave again.

then he heard the click of the door. he practically jumped off the couch, racing over to the entrance. he saw you with a couple groceries hooked on your forearms, struggling to keep the door open long enough for you to slip inside.

he rushed over. yanking the door open with such force, it slammed into the wall causing you to jump. rindou winced a little, steadying the door from swinging wildly.

you eyes met his and your face immediately scrunched with confusion. "what are you doing here?"

"well... it's my house..?" he said dumbly.

you pressed your lips into a line. "hm."

you expected me to be gone again, he thought bitterly. he cleared his throat. "let me help you with these," he alleviated the weight off your arms, bunching up a couple bags and carrying them all in one go. "you know, you could just order them for delivery."

you sidestepped him and walked to the kitchen. "why would i do that?"

"so you can have them brought to you from the comfort of your home." he responded lightly. following robotically, he was unsure where everything was supposed to be put away.

you laughed, catching him off-guard. on closer inspection, though, he knew that wasn't a genuine laugh. "rindou, do you think i want to stay in this place any more than i have to?"

you said it so casually, grabbing a bag from him and stocking the cabinets and fridges.

his stomach swirled with much more unease than he'd ever experienced on the job. it was the way you simply didn't care anymore, talking about the rift between you and him as if you were reciting the weather report.

fight me, he wanted to say. kick, yell at me, scream at me, do anything at all to show me you're upset. he knows he fucked up. you definitely know he fucked up. so why weren't you telling him that? why weren't you cursing him out for being a bad husband? your nonchalance came from a long time being cast aside, so much so that you expected it to happen; so much so that you gave up on him.

indifference was the final nail in the coffin of your marriage, and you were about to bang it shut.

he observed you, thinking about how many times you'd busy yourself with mundane errands to feel like you were living. how many times you'd come back to this flat, putting away shit you'd probably never touch. how many times you'd listen to the silence ringing off the walls.

he set the bags down and held your shoulders, turning you to face him. "i've taken the next few days off."

you smiled insincerely. "great."

rindou felt like a kid again, when he had work up enough courage to ask you out. "we... we could spend them together."

your eyes squinted. "why?"

he spluttered. "what do you mean, why?"

you swatted his hands off your shoulders. "god, i shouldn't have said anything," you mumbled. "rindou, this is just you feeling guilty because of what i said last night, okay?"

he frowned. "it's not."

your eyebrows raised as you rummaged through another grocery bag. "it is. don't pretend like you're gonna change. what did you think we were going to do—go out together? like old times, when we were happy and in love?"

his face burned. anyone else—if it were anyone else speaking so flippantly with him, he'd have them beat til they're unconscious. and past tense? when we were in love? his brain was doing backflips trying to find a way to salvage the situation. "yes."

you laughed that fake laugh again. it grated on his ears. "that's funny. i was just feeling a little vulnerable last night, is all. had a couple of drinks and maybe was feeling sentimental about the days when everything was simple."

rindou stepped closer to you, ripping the bag away from your hands and towering over you. "it is simple. we can—"

"we can't do anything." you curled your hands into fists, your voice trembling. "can you just..?" go away?

rindou's breath caught in his chest, fully anticipating another heartless laugh.

he hated it when you cried. he hated it when you were angry. he would do anything for your eternal happiness, he realized, and he'd been falling short of his promises for far too long.

rindou leaned onto the counter, bending at the waist. his hand rested on your waist and his eyes were laser focused on your expression, a confusing mix of frustration, sadness, and the will to remain emotionless.

"baby," he whispered.

"don't fucking call me baby." you hissed.

he pursed his lips, unwilling to compromise. "pretty baby. i don't wanna go on like this." his fingers brushed your cheek. "i don't want to you to be sad anymore."

"well, isn't that righteous." you rolled your eyes though your heart ached. it ached for him, for the boyfriend he was and the husband he promised to be.

he glared at you. "would you just listen?"

"no, rindou." you shoved him away from you, despite the overwhelming urge telling you to pull him in and hug him tight. "stop acting like i'm the one making things difficult. like you're being a fucking saint trying to bring us back together when the only reason we're like this is because of you." your voice became watery, growing in volume as you finally succumbed to all the hurt and pain inside you.

"i tried to be understanding." you sobbed. "i did. i tried. you have your work and i know that it's dangerous. but seriously—you promised you'd make time for me. you promised." you sniffed, rubbing tears off your cheeks, ranting without any goal in mind. "you don't even say goodbye."

he stood frozen, your emotions hitting him square in the face and leaving him dazed. it was like the only thing he could do was stand and watch.

"i didn't want to do this." you said tearfully. "i'm sorry i said anything, okay? i'm sorry. just—leave me alone."

his eyes narrowed. "never. i'm never leaving."

your glassy eyes shot up to meet his with a hard look of their own.

"i love you, y/n. and i'm never letting you go." he said firmly, stepping closer and closer to you. he was done beating around the bush; you should know that no matter how many times you push him away, he will never leave you. he'd make up for his mistakes; all you had to do was give him a chance.

you scoffed. "love? you love me?"

he caged you against the opposite counter with two arms on either side of you. "yeah. i do."

you stared up at him, tears staining your cheeks. "you're a liar."

"y/n." he growled—a warning.

"can't go back into the world having the poor little wife weighing on your conscious, is that it?" you snapped. "never stopped you before."

"y/n."

"no." you ducked under his arm, leaving the kitchen. you evaded his attempts to pull you back, running to the closet. grabbing a coat and your purse, you slipped on your shoes.

"where the fuck are you going?" rindou yelled after you. "this conversation isn't over."

"it is for me." you mumbled, throwing the front door open and ignoring the fire in the pit of your stomach. you got into your car and started it up. the garage opened at an agonizing pace, enough time for rindou to come bursting out the door. he stood at your window.

"y/n, you are not leaving. get out of the car."

"fuck off." you grit your teeth, your eyes raising to the rearview mirror to reverse. you screeched to a halt when you saw rindou's purple hair in the reflection. you gaped, rolling down your window and whipping your head to face him. "are you insane? move!"

he shook his head, standing in all his glory right behind the car. his arms were crossed and his weight rested on one hip; the picture of stubbornness. "you're gonna have to run me over."

you scoffed, laughing breathlessly at the absurd situation. "i'll call the police."

"you won't."

you grabbed your phone. "i will, don't try and stop me from leaving."

"you won't call the police, and you wanna know why?" rindou let his head fall to his shoulder. "you love me. i know you do."

you opened your mouth to retort.

"don't even try to deny it." he chuckled lowly. "you're just protecting yourself, baby. you're protecting yourself from the nightmare you call a husband, right?"

your eyes rounded, looking at him with an unreadable expression.

he walked to your side of the car, reaching through the opening to flick the window button. he slipped his hand out as it began to slowly slide back up.

"leave, then. just know i'm not going to stop my efforts to get you back." he smiled as he went back into the house.

the window closed completely.

you were brimming with annoyance, yet you couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache when you pulled out of the driveway, leaving your house—and rindou—behind.

this was so self-indulgent lol. i know they mean well, but when people apologize so quickly and with such intensity, i just get frustrated that i had to get to such a low point to see any remorse or change from them. and of course, i can't argue without crying my eyes out. anyway, do we want a part two?

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[cannellee]

♡. TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE

𐐪 alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader · (draken, ryusei, kazutora, hanma, rindou, sanzu, shinichiro, chifuyu, baji, mikey)

— synopsis : their girlfriend says something totally innocent, or she thought. they catch the double meaning right away, while she remains clueless.

cw : suggestive dialogue, innocent and clueless girlfriend, misunderstandings, sexual references, kinda nsfw.

note : i'm slowly restyling my blog, finally saying bye to the red & strawberry-coded vibe. this post is part of the new look (although the only change here is the colour, and i also might change it again in the future). but i'm also working on a new masterlist layout. curious to know how you feel about the softer format (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

MY MASTERLIST : 💌

♡. ALPHA! DRAKEN (guys love when girls make sounds)

you're walking home with draken after a late dinner, the city quiet around you, just the echo of your steps and the occasional passing car. his jacket is slung over your shoulders, and you’re sharing a bag of snacks you picked up at the store.

you bite a biscuit, then say thoughtfully, “my friends said guys really like when omegas make noises.”

draken slows a little beside you. “…noises?”

you nod, completely casual, thinking about the conversation you had earlier. “yeah. like when we’re eating or watching something. they said alphas feel more connected or something when they can hear what you’re feeling instead of just guessing.”

he stops mid-step, and turns his head slowly toward you.

you only blink up at him, a little confused. “what?”

draken presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, watching your face like he’s trying to figure out if you’re messing with him. but you’re not. at all.

and so he exhales slowly through his nose and keeps walking.

you keep going too, unfazed. “they were saying stuff like, ‘don’t just sit there, if it’s good, let him hear it.’” you say, imitating one of your friends with a laugh. “‘make a little sound, show appreciation, y’know?’ i guess alphas are more sensory-driven?”

draken is staring ahead now, jaw a little tight.

but you dont notice any change in him, so you keep going, and glance up at him again. “i’ve been trying it. like earlier at dinner when that soup hit just right? I was like ‘mmh’ without even thinking.”

“…yeah.” draken’s voice comes out lower than usual. “i noticed.”

you smile brightly, proud of your progress. “right? it kinda feels nice too. like I’m not holding anything in.”

he hums, hand tightening slightly on the convenience bag. but as usual, you don’t notice.

“i think i’ll try it when we watch that movie you picked out. let myself be a little more expressive.”

draken clears his throat, shifting the bag to his other hand. “just—maybe tone it down if there are other guys around.”

you blink. “huh? why?”

he glances at you, expression unreadable. “because i know what they’ll hear when you do that.”

you frown in confusion, gentle eyes trying to understand what he meant by reading his face. “hear what?”

but he doesn’t answer. instead, he just puts his arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you a little closer to his side. his scent settles heavier around you, it's warm and grounding, you always love when he does that. it makes you feel safe.

“…what did you think i meant?” you ask.

he chuckles, lowly. “nothing, baby. just remind me to have a little talk with your friends.”

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♡. ALPHA! RYUSEI (nervous with first times...)

the sun’s lowering over the park, soft orange stretching across the concrete path as ryusei walks beside you, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding the soda you’ve both been sipping from.

your scent is warm in the evening air, the kind of softness only an omega can have, the one that lingers subtly when you’re relaxed.

you’re sitting on the edge of a bench now, legs swinging slightly. you take the soda back, fiddling with the straw mindlessly with your fingers. and then you say it, all quiet and casual :

“i get kinda nervous with first times.”

ryusei pauses, just a second too long and then repositions himself slightly, leaning an elbow on the backrest, his eyes sharp now.

“first times?” he repeats, his voice was soft but laced with interest. “you mean, like… trying new things?”

you nod without looking up, lips curling around the straw, taking another sip.

“yeah. i never know what to say. i always overthink it. but… i like figuring it out with someone I trust.”

and with that, he stills. because there’s no way you realize what that sounds like.

and yet, you're all soft posture, calm breathing, sitting close enough that your scent reaches him, untouched by the breeze. you’re not even doing anything, just being yourself in the most innocent way.

ryusei clears his throat, covering the heat crawling up the back of his neck.

“right,” he says, with a low smirk. “good thing i’m pretty experienced.”

and at that, you giggle, finally looking up at him. “you mean with awkward new things?”

“sure. whatever you call them.”

and then, there’s a slight pause. and just when he thinks you’re about to shyly apologise for saying something so out of pocket, the way you always do when you catch yourself thinking out loud, you tilt your head up and add : “like the first time i had to cook for a whole family. i totally froze. i didn’t even know how to preheat the oven.”

ryusei blinks at your confession, totally thrown.

“…oh,” he says, slightly after. and then he chuckles, leaning back and letting the tension leave his shoulders.

“that’s… not what i thought you meant.”

and you frown softly at him, not sure what he actually had in mind. “what’d you think i meant?”

“never mind,” he says, smiling lazily. his voice is lower now, but in a calm way. though you didn't notice how tensed he had been since you started talking.

you laugh a little, oblivious. “i burned the garlic bread. i was so embarrassed. but i didn’t feel as bad after, because they still liked it.”

and he watches you as talk, all sweet and happy, head tilted slightly. “you always do that.”

“do what?”

“talk like that.” his eyes narrow a little, still amused. “say stuff that sounds like something else, and act like you’ve got no idea.”

you blink slowly at him, looking genuinely confused. “…something else like what?”

he doesn’t answer you. he just leans in, close enough to catch another inhale of your scent, and takes the bottle from your hand.

“you really don’t know, huh?”

you smile easily with that soft look you always give him, shrugging. “i just like talking to you.”

ryusei exhales through his nose, something between a laugh and a sigh. his instincts tickling him upon witnessing how oblivious you could get.

he ends up handing you the soda back. “you’re dangerous.”

and you blink again, soft scent hugging him almost mockingly. “what?”

“nothing,” he says, dismissing your question. “you wanna go get dinner?”

and you nod, hopping up without hesitation, brushing your hand against his arm in passing, delighted to be spending time with your boyfriend.

and ryusei follows, quiet, amused, and just a little bit on edge, wondering how long he’s going to survive this kind of innocence.

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♡. ALPHA! KAZUTORA (been doing lots of stuff with other guys lately...)

you’re sitting side by side on the couch, both scrolling lazily on your phones. the room is totally quiet except for the faint city sounds slipping through the windows.

you're thinking a bit too much, as usual, and that's when, out of nowhere, you say like it’s nothing : “i’ve been doing a lot of stuff with other guys lately.”

kazutora’s eyes snap up, heart pounding a little faster. he tries to keep calm, but his voice drops low, cautious. “stuff?”

you bite your lip, thinking for a second, which doesn't help your case.

“yeah… like hanging out, talking, and sometimes they ask me to give them a hand with things.”

kazutora freezes for a moment, his mind racing. 'give them a hand' sounds innocent enough, but there’s an edge to it that makes him extra cautious, especially since kazutora knows how you somehow always end up in weird situations.

and so he leans in, voice quieter but tense. “what kind of things?”

you shrug, totally unaware of the implications. “oh, you know… stuff like helping them study or giving advice for group projects, but sometimes they ask for… other stuff too."

kazutora’s jaw tightens. his protective instincts kicking in hard, heart hammering, he doesn't know where this is going, but he somehow absolutely hates it.

“other stuff?”

you nod like it’s no big deal. “yeah, like sometimes they want me to do things i’m not really sure about. but I just say yes, I don’t like turning people down.”

kazutora exhales slowly but the worry doesn’t leave his eyes, it even gets worse, scent barely held in. he’s silent for a moment, trying to imagine what she might mean. his mind spins through possibilities, tension taking over all his senses.

“you’re telling me other guys ask you for things you don’t even wanna do… and you just go along with it?” he finally says quietly, trying to keep his voice steady.

you smile softly, still clueless. “yeah, basically. but it’s easier to just help out than explain why not.”

kazutora nods slowly, his jaw ticks and he laughs once, bitterly, like he can’t believe you just said that so casually. a few seconds pass in silence, the air thick with his rising anger, unsure what to say first, how to address the fact that other alphas have been taking advantage of your sweet nature.

but you don't notice that, and you add casually, "like the other day, this guy i don't even know asked me to help him practice introducing himself before a big meeting. he was really nervous.”

kazutora blinks, the tension draining away. his expression shifts to confusion, absolutely blown away by what you just said. but relief soon takes over his mind.

“wait… that’s it?”

you grin, completely unaware of the panic you just put him through. “yeah! i’m just too nice, i guess.”

kazutora laughs softly, shaking his head. he reaches over and kisses your forehead, feeling lighter now that the misunderstanding is cleared.

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♡. ALPHA! HANMA (like warm and sticky stuff)

the kitchen smells like vanilla and cinnamon, warm and sweet and a little chaotic. there's flour on the counter, a spoon is dropped into the sink, and you're leaning over the mixing bowl, swiping some of the gooey batter onto your finger with a satisfied hum.

hanma stands across from you, sleeves rolled up, grinning as you sneak another taste.

“god, i love swallowing warm, sticky stuff,” you sigh, licking your finger clean. “it reminds me of when i was little and used to eat frosting off the spoon. it’s just so comforting.”

and there’s a pause. then, with a loud clang, hanma drops the mixing bowl.

batter splatters onto the floor in slow motion, and you let out a startled yelp, “hanma! that was our last batch!”

but he’s not listening. instead, he’s bent over, bracing himself against the counter, laughing so loud. his whole body shakes, and he actually wipes a tear from the corner of his eye.

“you—” his laughter makes it hard to speak clearly, “you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

you frown, crouched down with a rag in your hand, already cleaning his mess. “what? i was just talking about the batter.”

he stares at you, absolutely delighted. “you don’t even know what you just said, do you?”

you tilt your head, confused, and repeat yourself. “that i like eating the warm—”

he practically chokes hearing you, grabbing the edge of the counter to steady himself.

“oh, my sweet baby,” he says between laughs, “you say the filthiest things with the most innocent face.”

your eyebrows knit together, clearly confused. “i’m not filthy! i was just—”

“—swallowing something warm and sticky, yeah, i got it.” he finishes, still grinning like it’s the best thing he’s heard all week.

you narrow your eyes at him. “why is that funny?”

he walks around the counter, still laughing under his breath as he crouches down to help you clean up the spilled batter, hand brushing yours as he leans close enough for his voice to drop lower. "you're dangerous, y'know that? sayin' stuff like that with no clue what it does to me."

you blink, soft eyes looking up at his amused face. “...for saying i like cake batter?”

and he just laughs again, shaking his head, clearly giving up on trying to explain.

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♡. ALPHA! RINDOU (guys love it when girls use their mouth)

you and rindou are sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building, the city lights twinkling below you. the night air is cool, you’re sharing a bag of chips and you’re mid-rant about your younger cousin’s school struggles.

“she’s so stressed,” you say, frowning as you remember the phone call you just had with her. “she says the boys in her class never get what she’s trying to say, and she ends up getting blamed for stuff during group work.”

rindou hums disinterestedly beside you, more focused on your voice than the actual words. he likes how you talk when you’re distracted : thoughtful, cute, a little out of breath from talking so much, and that sweet scent you let out only near him.

you dig in the bag for more chips and add, almost too calmly for him, “apparently guys love it when girls use their mouth.”

his heart misses a beat and he's snapping his head towards you. “…what?”

you glance up at him, puzzled. “yeah, like when they explain things properly? instead of just expecting guys to magically understand.”

he stares at you for a while, like he just got hit by a brick. but you don’t notice, as you’re too busy unwrapping the chocolate you found in your pocket.

“my cousin said the boys get super frustrated when girls just kind of stare and wait for them to guess what they mean. so i told her : just use your mouth. speak up. say what you want.”

he covers the lower half of his face with his hand, ears flushed pink. “please stop saying it like that,” he mutters under his breath.

you blink at him, absolutely confused at the change in his scent. “huh?”

“nothing,” he coughs, shaking his head, lips twitching as he tries to erase a grin. “just… remind me never to let you give advice when I'm not around.”

you shrug, tossing the wrapper into back into your pocket, “why? i think i give great advice.”

he doesn't respond, simply laughs at you, and how cute you're being. so you give him a playful nudge, not understanding where his agitation comes from. “you’re weird.”

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♡. ALPHA! SANZU (a nice, deep sleep)

you’re lying stretched out on the couch, the late afternoon sun spreading its soft shadows around the room. your voice is low and almost dreamy when you whisper, “i like it when i can’t move the next morning. it means it was a good night.”

sanzu, sitting beside you, blinks slowly, his eyes narrowing, playful but confused. “...what kind of night are we talking about here?”

you grin, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “sleep, silly. like, a really deep kind of sleep. you know, the kind where you wake up sore all over but totally refreshed.”

he lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand down his face as his expression softens into something almost amused, looking at you with gentle eyes, as if you were the most precious thing ever. “baby, you don’t make it easy for me, do you?”

you lift your head, catching his eyes with a small, innocent smile. “well, maybe i like it when you tire me out.”

sanzu’s eyes darken just a little at that, and he moves closer to you, his voice dropping low and calm. “well, next time, just tell me. i want to be ready for you.”

you sit back, feeling the warmth of him beside you, his presence comfortable and making you feel safe and protected.

and the subtle hum of his steady breathing tells you he’s more than willing, even proud, to take care of his omega, no matter what kind of night it is. (soft sanzu!!!)

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♡. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO (need both hands)

you’re trying to help shinichiro carry a heavy box into the house, even though he insisted you stay still and safe.

the edges dig into your palms, and you’re struggling to keep a grip. suddenly, your fingers slip, and the box tilts dangerously.

you gasp, dropping it with a soft noise on the floor. “oh my god, it slipped out of my hands... it was so thick, I could barely wrap my fingers around it.”

shinichiro freezes, eyes wide in a second before his breath stays stuck in his throat. “…what now?”

you huff, rubbing your palms like that’ll make the sting go away, admitting shinichiro was right and that you should've just rested on the couch.

“the box,” you say, cheeks flushing faintly, “the corners are just too wide. you’re stronger than me though, so you can probably handle it better.”

he blinks slowly, then looks up at the ceiling as if asking the sky to give him patience. his voice is low, with a mixture of exasperation and amusement, visibly shocked at what can come out of his omega's mouth so innocently.

“i am SO in love with you, but damn, you say some wild stuff.”

you roll your eyes playfully at him and start to walk past him, muttering under your breath, “i'll need both hands next time.” oblivious to the way he almost drops to his knees at your innocent words, that sounded way too dirty for him.

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♡. ALPHA! CHIFUYU (so big it breaks your jaw)

you’re sitting outside the konbini store, sipping a peach juice from the carton. chifuyu sits beside you, slowly unwrapping his sandwich without saying much, only listening to your rambling.

you take a bite of your snack and mutter, “ugh, that was way bigger than i expected.”

that catches his attention, and chifuyu glances over, eyebrows knitting slightly in concern.

“like, i thought it’d be bite-sized, but my jaw literally cracked trying to get a single bite.”

you say it completely casually, as if you’re just talking about the size of your snack, which you are. meanwhile, chifuyu’s eyes look down for a moment, his throat tightens, and he shifts awkwardly, clearly caught off guard by the unintended double meaning.

“you… you okay?” he asks, voice a little unsteady, playing it cool but failing miserably.

you nod, poking at your wrapper and smiling softly. “yeah, just didn’t expect it to be that big. didn’t look that way from the outside.”

chifuyu clears his throat, cheeks flushing faintly, and he quickly looks away, blinking rapidly as if trying to reset his thoughts. feeling guilty for what goes through his head when you look so clueless and peaceful, munching on a little piece of chocolate you took from the bag.

you smile at him, oblivious to how flustered he’s gotten, and keep sipping your juice. chifuyu slowly calms down, thanking the comforting pheromones you let out, and reminding himself to keep his cool next to you.

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♡. ALPHA! KAKUCHO (poor gag reflex)

you’re sitting side by side on the couch with kakucho, sharing a big cup of bubble tea. the kind scent of your boyfriend surrounds you as you chew thoughtfully on one of the tapioca pearls.

and suddenly, you pause, brows furrowing slightly. “i always forget i have a really sensitive gag reflex.”

kakucho’s eyes narrow just a bit, his breathing steady but there's a faint surprise inside his gaze. “you do?”

you nod at his question, swirling the straw between your fingers. “yeah. these pearls... if i don’t chew them enough, they get stuck. one moment i’m fine, the next i’m tearing up like I’m about to cry.”

he watches you carefully, expression calm but clearly registering the unintentional effect of your words, amused but worried at how casually you can say such stuff.

he leans back slowly and lets out a shaky breath, voice low and even. “you don’t realize what you say sometimes, do you?”

you look up at him, genuinely confused, scent soft and innocent. “huh? i’m just talking about the boba.”

his eyes darken slightly as he meets your gaze, voice dropping again, low and steady. “you make it harder than it has to be".

you smile softly, oblivious to the weight behind his words, deciding to just go back to sipping your drink.

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♡. ALPHA! BAJI (love to keep a mouth full)

you’re sitting outside, enjoying each other's presence, your soft scents enveloping the both of you. the sun is slowly setting, the day coming to an end, leaving you all tired and in your own little world.

you pick up a pen from the ground, turning it thoughtfully between your fingers. and then, without much thought, you say to baji, "i’m kinda weird, you know? i really like having stuff in my mouth, even if it’s not food."

baji glances over at you, one eyebrow quirking up as a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "not food?"

you shrug, smiling softly like it’s no big deal. “yeah. sometimes i chew on pens or straws when i’m thinking. helps me focus.”

he chuckles low, leaning back on his hands, watching you with a mix of amusement and something quieter, loving how you can say the most out of pocket things. “never knew that about you.”

you shrug again, completely casual, unaware of the double meaning lingering beneath your words. “i guess it’s a bad habit or something, but i can’t help it. it makes me feel calm.”

baji’s gaze lingers on you a little longer, entertained by your innocence, knowing full well how that sounded. he keeps his voice soft, careful not to break the peaceful mood between you two. “good to know you’ve got your ways.”

you grin and hold out the pen to him, inviting him to do the same. “want to try?”

he laughs quietly, shaking his head with a smirk. “nah, I’ll leave that one to you.”

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♡. ALPHA! MIKEY (sitting on it just right)

you’re hanging out by mikey’s bike in the garage, the afternoon sun peaking through the window. he’s wiping down the seat when you glance over, curious.

“i’ve never really sat on a bike like this before,” you say, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “it looks kinda… intimidating.”

mikey smirks, not saying anything yet, just enjoying your presence and how you always have so much to say, filling his ears with your soft voice.

you keep talking, totally chill, like you’re just sharing your thoughts. “i mean, you gotta really get on it, right? like, sit down hard enough so you don’t slip off. i bet it takes some time getting used to it.”

he raises an eyebrow at your words, but you don’t notice. you simply keep going, “yeah, and your legs have to grip it tight, or you’re not gonna stay steady when it moves.”

mikey finally looks up at you, a little amused. “you’re overthinking it.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “nah, i’m serious. i can imagine it’s kinda rough at first, but that’s just part of learning, right?”

he leans back, folding his arms, trying to keep his cool. “yeah… sitting on it the right way’s important.” he answers, a bit cautious.

you grin, nodding. “exactly! i don’t wanna mess it up when i'll first try. i want to be good at it.”

mikey clears his throat, voice low and amused. “maybe I should teach you sometime.” he says, watching how you happily hop onto the seat at his words, absolutely clueless at how your words affect him.

💌 thank you for reading (❀´ ˘ `❀) ♡

— i really liked the concept behind this one, but somehow i'm not entirely satisfied with how it turned out. i feel like it could've been better... i hope you still enjoyed though !

— i actually planned to make it into two parts, but i ended up writing for ten characters all in this one instead, so no part two ig! (or only if you have other characters in mind!!)

[berryrev]

Princess Problems

"I want to get married, Daddy." From the kitchen, you hear your daughter utter these words to her father.

You're momentarily surprised by her declaration, and you start wondering what Rindou’s reaction will be. He's currently lying on the floor, getting tattooed with different colored Sharpie markers by his 5-year-old daughter, when she makes her ridiculous announcement.

"No, you're not going to get married," you hear your husband reply. You didn’t think Rindou would recover that fast from the initial shock, but maybe her words triggered his protective instincts, that’s why his response came as fast as a bullet. And yeah, it's a firm NO.

"But Daddy, I want to get married!" your daughter insists. Her plea is immediately followed by another refusal from Rindou. You can imagine the frown on his face. You want to interrupt and help him, but you’re too tempted to know where this conversation is going between him and his carbon copy.

Can he escape this predicament? We'll see.

"Why do you want to get married? You're too young for that," he asks.

"Well, the princesses I watch do get married, Daddy! So I will get married too because I am a princess!"

You didn’t expect that answer. As ridiculous as her declaration is, you're proud that your little girl can reason smartly. You can’t help but let out a laugh. How will Rindou counter that?

You hear him clear his throat. Even though he's still perplexed from the start of this conversation, he won’t back down.

He thinks back to all the princess movies he’s watched with his little one, trying to remember if any of them don’t end in marriage. But after racking his brain, he comes up with nothing, because every time they watch those movies, he ends up falling asleep halfway through.

"I know you're a princess. But you know, not all princesses need to marry."

Oh, he’s clever with that response. You just know he’s wearing a triumphant smile right now.

And he’s right, not all princesses need to get married to be happy. It’s the right time to teach your daughter that it's okay not to marry if she chooses. Someday, the choice will be hers, and you’ll both support her. But for now, Rindou’s trying to win this argument and pass on some wisdom.

But what if she asks which princesses don’t end up married? Can he even name one?

"Who is a princess that didn’t get to marry, Daddy?" And there it is.

Those purple eyes, just like his, are staring at him now. She had been tracing her little hand on his chest, but she stops, waiting for his answer. Now what, Rindou?

Of all the near-death experiences he's faced, Rindou—criminal executive of Bonten, has never been this nervous. If the other executives found out the sadistic Haitani was sweating over a question about princesses, they’d laugh until they cried.

He's about to give up and invent a name when he suddenly remembers— "Moana."

What a great father.

Your daughter giggles, clearly satisfied with his answer. Moana is her favorite character, after all. She loves that movie so much.

And both of you hope that even if she still insists on marrying someday, she’ll grow up like her favorite princess: strong-willed and brave.

"I still want to get married, Daddy," she softly whispers, not as a promise to Rindou, but more like a quiet vow to herself.

"When you're grown up, baby. But for now, you're too young to even think about that," Rindou says, his voice soft. It's a loving father’s advice, mixed with the desperate wish that his little girl will stay little forever.

"Yes, Daddy. I will get married when I'm forty."

Rindou’s eyes widen. What a perfect opportunity to make a contract stating that Haitani Y/D/N is not allowed to marry anyone until she’s forty, and have her thumb-stamped signature on it.

"Forty years old, baby, okay? I’m going to have that in writing."

You finish preparing the sandwiches, and both you and Rindou assume your daughter has finally dropped the marriage talk.

But then you hear her ask, "How old were you when you got married?"

The frown that forms on Rindou’s face is almost comical, and you can’t resist pushing his buttons a little more. You know he’s about to lie. He’ll probably say forty, even though he’s just thirty-two now.

So before he can answer, you cut in.

"I married your dad when I was twenty-four, baby," you say.

Twin purple eyes land on you. One amused. The other, clearly saying “seriously?"

"I'm going to get married when I'm 24!"

You can’t hide your laugh when Rindou looks at you with disappointment.

After setting the sandwiches on the coffee table, you walk over and kiss him on the forehead. "Don't worry, baby. We won’t even be that old when the time comes." Rindou rolls his eyes, and your laughter echoes through the living room.

Your daughter, not quite understanding what's so funny, joins in with her own giggles. You gently brush the baby hairs from her face and ask her about the drawings she made on her father’s skin. The marriage talk is instantly forgotten.

"This is my hand," your little one says, pointing at the outline she traced on her father’s chest.

On the floor, still lying there, Rindou’s mind drifts to the far-off future, where his daughter will be old enough to choose someone to marry. The thought unsettles him.

She's still his baby. And to him, she always will be.

So instead of thinking about that day, he looks down at the doodles his daughter left on his skin and makes a decision.

He’s going to get them tattooed. Every single one of them.

Permanently.

Just like his love for his two sweetest girls—permanent.

Right next to the tattoo of your name and his little princess’s birthday.

[darlingbabyboo]

The Fluffy Life of Dating a Delinquent

Tokyo revengers boys and the little things they do (that I want because I'm lonely lol)

Warning: extreme fluff, just Tokrev characters being in love with you

Mikey is the type to buy snacks for you, no matter what. It doesn't matter what time of day it is, he's got some food for you too. He's calling you at 3am in the morning and telling you that he got you some chips, can he come over. He thinks sharing food is the best way to share love and well, he's right ❤

Izana will know everything about you. Your favourite colour, your favourite places to go, what you like to watch. Honey, he got you. You're his assignment and he's passing with an A+. He's the best person when you're sad because he knows exactly what to do. He can cheer you up in five minutes, tops.

Draken is so protective of you 😭. He knows he's well-liked and he's got an entire brothel, might as well take advantage of it. He wants to take care of you, and he knows you need boundaries and space sometimes but he lives a bit of a dangerous life, he needs to make sure you're taken care of. If someone actually got a scratch on your head he's killing them. No questions asked.

Hakkai didn't come from the best family. After the death of his mother, everything kinda fell apart. That's why he wants to start new traditions with you. Getting take out every Friday, matching accessories, whatever it is. He considers you family and he can't wait until you two pass down these traditions to your children.

Baji names cats after things related to you! Your favourite things to eat, do, whatever! Anything that's remotely related to you, that's the new name of the cat! Has given cats pet names that he usually uses for you, sometimes it's a bit confusing, but it's more so endearing.

You can say all you want about Kisaki but no one can say that this man isn't your biggest fan. You're the only one in his eyes but you're also the best. You got no competition but you're also destroying your competition with the twitch of your finger. Ain't it nice, to be someone's one and only 😆

Ran's ideal date is a sleep date. You two watching a movie on the computer, cuddled together under the blankets. He lasts half the movie but it's worth it because he has his hands on your waist and chin on your shoulder. He says he's not a cuddler but his grip on you is like iron, he will not let you move.

Mitsuya will fit you into his schedule no matter what. He's got two younger siblings and a Hakkai to take care of but he always has time for his baby. Yeah, he has three late assignments, five new outfits to make and grocery shopping to take care of, but please tell him about your day. Will take a break from what he's doing for his beautiful baby.

Might not look like it, but Benkei has the best hugs. You guys see him latting Shinichiro's head, now imagine those big strong hands wrapping around you. He's so warm and comforting, his hugs are meant for a higher power. Even if he's strong, he's incredibly careful around you. Big strong men being delicate for you despite their strength 🤤

Rindou makes mixtapes for you. You're always on his mind and when you're on his mind, he just makes a playlist for you. You and him probably share a Spotify account at this point with the amount of playlists dedicated to you. And they all have the same sappy titles 'to the Love of my Life'.

You ever see someone looking at their partner in the picture instead of at the camera. Yeah, that's Shinichiro. He knows that he was lucky to get you, and he's in awe that you still choose to be by his side. Now, the only time he smiling is because he's looking at yours 😁

Cooking together, the best and tastiest love language around. Fits that best boy, Angry has it! Will make your faves, and he HAS to learn food from your culture. He likes going on picnic dates because he can show off his skills to you, and he loves hearing your enjoyment (and you're the real winner with how delicious everything is). You two cook together. Though if you're one of those who are a mess in the kitchen, Angry's just happy to see you enjoy things he made. Pls praise him though, he won't say it but be revels in your praise. Your words are everything to him ❤.

Takemichi is loyal to the end. Don't worry about this boy lacking, he's here for you. He could be in a room of models but the only one he's got his eyes on is you. You're #1 to him 🥰

If you hate someone Chifuyu hates them even more. You say something bad about someone once, he despises them forever and wants to sell their soul to Satan. He will not forgive and he will not forget. He loves you and he will never get other people who don't feel the same.

Wakasa would quit smoking for you. The minute you cough around him, he's throwing his cigar away and replacing them with lollipops. No matter how much he might miss them, your lungs are more important 😙

Those things that you're obsessed with that no one else really cares about? Kakucho will erase those worries, easy. He doesn't mind your ramblings, encourages them. Will keep it all in his mind and remember them so he can participate deeper with things. Your interests are his interests hun!

Kazutora loves spontaneous dates so much. And he makes sure that you two go on them often. Wants to make sure that your relationship never weakens so he loves being around you, and the best way to be around you is doing your favourite things! He will sneak you out if need be so you two can have a picnic in the moonlight.

You need some support, good thing Sanzu offers it unconditionally. Going from things like you needing help on wash day to you needing to cover up a body, your bae's got your back. He might not enjoy doing everything, he's just a tad bratty, but no matter how loud he's complaining throughout, he still gonna do it!

Smiley will defend your honour! He hears some bitch talking about you, he won't let that slide. Blood will be spilled. Someone got something fun to say about your heavenly skin, he gonna kill someone. He's like Draken if Draken was an unhinged gremlin. He will beat someone up and then look at you with a smile on his face like, are you okay precious?

All your dreams of drowning in a strong man's clothes (that's a fantasy we all have, right?) are fulfilled with Mucho. He's so much taller than you (and if not, he's got muscles for days) so whenever you steal some of his clothes, you swim in them. It's a beautiful, comforting, amazing feeling.

Atsushi is the kind to learn how to braid just for you! He knows that going to a barber is expensive so he's got your back. He's doing goddess braids for you, cornrows, whatever you desire. And if you're not a braid person, well good thing he can learn how to!

Shion's pet names are ridiculous! Will call you baby cakes all the time and then start calling you pumpkin the next day. Is he doing this because he's stupid yes but he also likes to see your little smile. All he wants is your goofy little smile 😘

Takeomi is a planner, always, and you're always going to be part of his plans. When he's talking about the future, you're going to be part of it. It's so sweet how casual he is about it, you two will just be laying down in his bed holding hands and he'll be mentioning how good you'd look with a ring on your finger.

Hanma is secretly a romantic. He's an adrenaline junkie in the end though, so he spins things to an insane degree. Sneaking up a ferris wheel and kissing you under the moonlight, telling you to skip school so you guys can watch the sunrise and sunset, skinny dipping at the beach! If it's a bit too much, he gotchu. He's fine with both of you just hanging out on your bed or chilling in the bath. He's not your typical love interest, but he's surprisingly understanding and sweet 😍

Can y'all tell how deprived I am 😭. Also, not proof read because I'm lazy!

[rhindou]

little things he does ♡ — rindou haitani

notes. fluffy headcanons that came to my mind instead of sleeping (+ broken english, i need to rest).

rindou particularly enjoys playing with your hair: twirling some strands around his fingers, caressing your hair, using his hands as a comb and detangling it.

he is the type that only takes that “private but not hidden” couple photos — a pic of your shadows together, of your matching shoes…

shares his playlists with you.

if you’re feeling any pain or discomfort in any part of your body, he will help you with a massage or by showing you some exercises to fix the issue. he’s a gym rat and he knows for sure.

rindou wants to keep his public image as the tough guy, but he has a soft spot for you.

he will make you feel appreciated with every small gesture that comes to his mind.

“this song reminded me of you”

he hugs you when you sleep together.

ceo of forehead and hand kisses.

he hopes that you’ll never see him fighting with other gangs. he doesn’t want you to picture him as a violent person. it’s his worst fear.

he isn’t into the “words of affirmation”, he’s more of a “physical touch” and “acts of service” person.

he would probably say “i love you” when you’re asleep, paired with a forehead kiss.

written by @ rhindou | 09062025