This is some bullshit. Maybe I shouldn’t have spent all of my money on clothes.
Sighing internally, you walked back to your apartment, sulking quietly to yourself. You thought that it was a good idea to spend your week’s earnings in a new store that had opened just recently, not too far from where you lived. Not only that, but you had completely forgotten that your rent was due on Sunday. It was Friday night.
Opening your apartment door, you sat down with your house keys in the bowl next to the door, locking the door before placing your keys. Throwing your shoes aside, you made a beeline straight to your bedroom. Carelessly flinging your clothing into the blue hamper that was in the corner of the room. Grabbing your towel, you made it to the shower, the hot steaming water dropped onto your skin while at the same time, creating water droplets on the sides of the glass mirror. After drying off your skin, you made it back into your bedroom, in search of your pink PJs. Settling in them comfortably on your bed, you started to aimlessly scroll through your phone until your phone started to ring.
“Hey, are you up for a girl’s night out?”
Why not, maybe I’ll even get to wear something new that I bought. After agreeing, you grabbed a white spaghetti strapped body con dress with a pair of black heels. Taking a quick shower, you made sure to get all of the necessary areas, since you had taken one not too long ago. When your friends arrived, you hurriedly locked your apartment door, rushing to get into the car. Lights flashed from within the club, music was loud and could be heard from outside of the nightclub. Walking up to the bouncer, the three of you, Mia, Alaina and of course, you, showed your IDs to the man guarding the door. After receiving the slight nod, the three of you entered.
Two hours after being at the club, your friends were already drunk. Laughing obnoxiously, swaying from side to side, giggling at every little thing they could find. You, on the other hand, were still on your second martini, not really feeling the vibe in the club. For some reason, ever since you got to the club? you felt a pair of eyes watching your every move, made you feel uneasy during the entire night, quite upset that you couldn’t enjoy much of the club. Feeling someone’s presence next to you, you turned to face the very good-looking stranger? Oceanic blue eyes, red hair, and a smirk fill his features. Not bad looking at all.
“What’s someone like you doing around this type of place?”
Your eyebrow raised in curiosity at the question asked.
“ What do you mean, someone like me? Is it wrong to be out and have fun on a Friday?” His head shook violently at your response. “ No, no. That’s not what I meant. Sorry if it sounded that way. ” Rolling your eyes at him, you turned your body the other way, ignoring him and watching your friends have a blast on the dance floor. Soon enough, a band grabbed your wrist, pulling you to face the man from earlier. “Y'know you don’t just ignore people who are trying to have a conversation with you.” Struggling to pull your wrist away from him, the said man gripped onto your wrist even tighter, which you knew would’ve left a bruise.
“Y'know, it’s also no fun to see when a girl isn’t interested but the guy continues to bother her. Are you asking for a beating of some kind?” Bleached hair, vixen eyes, another definition of hot and yet so gentlemanly. White suit, black shoes, and gold wristwatch, has to be some important person; not aware of the sickening aura he gave off, you continued to look him up and down, unsure of what motive he had behind saving you. Seeing that the man who had been harassing you before had been replaced by your ‘savior’. Intrigued by such a figure, you turned on the stool that you were sitting on to face him and thank him for saving you. “You don’t have to thank me for saving you, it was common decency.”
Smiling at his statement, you introduced yourself which sparked a conversation between the two of you. A few stories and drinks later, you had been drunk, laughing your ass off at any silly thing Kokonoi said, gripping his shoulder as you tried to hold up from laughing. Truth to be told, he wasn’t saying anything silly, in fact, it was quite the contrary to what you thought it was. The man with the cat-like eyes squinted at you; you couldn’t hold your drinking well, being quite the lightweight. Asking the bartender for another drink, Kokonoi was about to say no, but a slimy sick voice within his head said otherwise.
‘Make it her last drink for the night before you take her home.’
Eyes stretched as far as they possibly could before Kokonoi agreed with you to get another drink. Giving the bartender a subtle nod as to what to do with the drink, seeing that you were more focused on the light and music than anything else. Drinking the alcoholic drink, without letting down gave Kokonoi a sense of excitement, thinking the drug would work faster, and to his luck it did. Seeing your blacked-out state, Kokonoi picked you up and headed to his car, placing you gently in the back seat. Driving to headquarters, peering back in the rear view mirror as your sleeping state smiling to himself as he was finally able to get you.
The sneaky glances, the soft grazes of skin as one passed the other. God, you had been quite oblivious to not seeing how Takeomi had been acting around you. Even your friends had seen but you simply waved them off like it was nothing.
“ Y/n, Takeomi has been eyeing you ever since we got here.”
“He’s not eyeing me, you just want me to feel weirded out.”
It was quite easy to see that Takeomi had some sort of feelings for you, but the fact that you were so blinded and naive made it easier for Takeomi to get away with anything. You believed anything that came out of his mouth. In fact, anything he said, you immediately obeyed. Of course, you would, your father did say that you could trust Takeomi, and so so you did with all your heart.
You didn’t question him when he held you tighter when hugging you, or when he gave you a small peck on the cheek or the forehead. You thought that he was just being the nice person that he was. The fact that you were so unaware of the things that he was doing, made his blood rush to his tip.
Night after night, he fisted himself to the thought of you, your dirty panties weren’t enough for him, he needed more. Late nights spent at your father’s house, drunken late nights, and laughter filled the house around 12 a.m. Once your father had passed out on the couch, he made his way upstairs, lightly stepping on the stairs, making sure not to alert you or your father.
Cautiously opening your bedroom, peeking inside to make sure that you were asleep. Once the coast was clear, he made his way over to where you were. Taking in the sight of you with barely anything but a t-shirt on and maybe underwear. Pulling the sheet off of you, Takeomi grazed his fingertips over the curve of your body, taking a mental picture to remember you. Kissing the insides of your thighs, kneading your flesh within his fingertips.
Moaning softly at how soft your skin had felt, once he was finished feeling up your thighs, he went back to your face, softly kissing your lips, taking in the soft and savory taste, gripping the back of your head. Thank God that you were a deep sleeper.
Don’t be surprised when you wake up with only a bra and underwear in his bed, with his arms tightly wrapped around you. You not understanding anything, laid back against his chest, snuggling closer to him.
“ Mikey… you and I can’t be together. Draken will. . he doesn’t want us together.”
Rejection. Something Manjiro Sano hated. Especially when it’s something that he really wants. He wished that you weren’t Draken’s sister, he wished that you had no relation to his best friend. Why did it have to be you, huh? Why couldn’t he have you?
“Ken-chin, I promise I won’t hurt her. Just let me-”
Draken’s raised hand stops fifteen-year-old Mikey from continuing his sentence. The slight gesture made the shorter boy pull back in anticipation awaiting the older brother’s blessing or a curse.
“ I can’t let you go near her anymore. I’m sorry.”
Mikey felt his entire world shattered into pieces with those few words, eyebrows creased, and hands. Mikey walked away, ignoring the desperate pleas of his best friend. He knew that he had to have you, one way or another.
“ Jiro, wake up.”
Raven-colored eyes fluttered open at the sound of your honey-like voice. Pulling himself up to scan his room, only to see that he was hallucinating once again. Rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes, Mikey grabbed the photograph with the two of you, off the top of his drawers. Slowly brushing his fingertips across your smile before laying a kiss onto the picture and setting it aside once again.
10 years later
The same picture that had been on his drawer from the festival that it was taken had now been placed on his office table. Never forgetting to give the picture a kiss before heading out to work. The same calloused fingers that would brush the hair out of your face many years ago, were now blistered and bruised after landing blow after blow on a man who thought it was okay to hit on you.
“Stupid fucker. Think it’s okay to hurt my Y/n?!”
With every blow landed, another bone broke, another cry rang out but the same tar-filled eyes stayed vivid and insane. All the other Bonten members watched as their boss single-handedly break almost every part of the man’s body, to say that they were somewhat scared of the way Mikey acted but said nothing.
Wiping his hands clean of the blood, Mikey made his way over to his office, not sparing a second glance at the mess behind him. Dropping himself in his office chair, picking up the picture once again, lightly caressing the picture as he laid his head on the table.
‘Miss you, Y/n. Need you.’
The next few days at Bonten were filled with serious planning and determination to bring Y/n back to Mikey. Everyone was tasked with either the how, when, or where of obtaining you. Mikey watched from his office above, the people carrying on with their daily lives, unaware of who was above them.
“Sir, we have made a schedule about how Y/n’s week will go.”
Pushing himself up from the rails, he made his way over to Kakucho, skimming over the paper, Mikey nodded and told him to send it over to everyone else before they made the move.
**
“Have a nice day.”
Your mellow tone called out to the last customers that were leaving. Grabbing the cloth, walking over to the tables, wiping the excessive food and dirt that had been left on the tables after customers had left. Sweeping the floors as the sun began to go down, ignoring the bustling that happened in the streets.
Hearing the bell ring, you unconsciously answered whoever was there without looking up.
“ I am sorry but we are closed.”
“ The sign says that you are still open. I hope that I wasn’t interrupting anything, Y/n.”
The sweeping stopped abruptly, turning to the harsh voice, You scanned the men that were now in her shop. Stricken by the man that just called your name, you gently placed the wooden broom against the counter top before taking small, slow steps towards the men. Not taking your eyes off of them, you walked towards the man in the middle. A small smile etched onto his face.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my shop?”
Rejected yet again. Did Draken instill in you to hate him so much that you forgot?
His smile faltered, now that you spoke. Once again, his pain turned into anger. Grabbing your wrists, pulling you flush against his chest. Pulling your head closer to him while stroking your hair, kissing your hair tenderly. A bit shaken by the sudden gesture, you tried to pull away but the iron hold that he had on you led to much expected failure.
“Draken may have kept you away from me but I always find a way to get what I want.”
Your eyes widen at the sound of your brother’s name, only to realize the one she was being held by. Whispering his name in fear, she held onto him, tightly, tears fleshing from her eyes.
“ I told you Y/n. I’ll have you whether you want me or not.”
♡ — tags/warnings: afab reader + no pronouns, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), alcohol consumption (but they’re not drunk), they’re all in their 20s - you’re in college/working, unrequited love, humour, cursing
♡ — a/n: welcome to this series! it was going to be quick hcs for each one of them but now all of them got their own drabble <3
CHIFUYU MATSUNO ― the one that ends up falling in love with you
ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS★✩✩✩✩ DISCRETION★★★★✩(baji will know) POSSESSIVENESS★★★✩✩
As a friend with benefits, Chifuyu always gives you the boyfriend experience. He will pick you up anytime you ask him to, insist on buying you lunch and not letting you pay and will even plan dates for the two of you.
However, he will refuse to admit they are dates. You’re just hanging out together! “That’s what friends do, right?” he says, in the middle of a candlelight dinner on his apartment balcony
Aside from that, you didn’t have any complaints about Chifuyu. If anything, you thought you had landed a gold mine. Good sex and feeling appreciated by the same person? In this economy?
Little did you know Chifuyu had fallen head over heels for you.
He has promised himself he would be able to handle the situation– not only that, he had promised you he understood the boundaries of this new side of your friendship. It was just sex, feelings weren’t supposed to be involved but…
Whenever you called, he found himself smiling at his phone with a lovesick grin that had already made Kazutora get suspicious when he was at the pet shop.
It was just a crush, he told himself. A little crush that would go away with time. Nothing to worry about.
Then why did he feel his heart breaking when you told him about a date you were having with a guy you had met at a party?
Fuck his life.
At this point, it’s a routine. He parks his car outside the building where you have your last Tuesday class and waits for you. At 9:00 pm, he sees your face in the crowd smiling at him, while you quicken your steps and get inside. You kiss his cheek and throw your bag to the back of the car while you start rambling about your day and Chifuyu starts driving.
It feels normal. Like somehow, it’s meant to be this way, he thinks, while you lean over him to order your meal at the drive-through. He parks near your apartment and you eat in his car― he knows how hungry you get after your Tuesday class (it’s four hours, after all) and asking you to wait until you get to your apartment is a tall order. He wipes the trace of ketchup off your chin and you grin at him.
This is how it’s supposed to be.
The moment you drop your bag on your studio apartment his lips are on you. Your cologne fills his senses, setting his skin on fire, and he can no longer wait until you reach your bed. His fingers sneak under your skirt and he groans when he feels a damp spot. This is what kissing him makes your body do, he thinks. He draws small circles over your clit, feeling your hips rut into his hand, searching for me.
And what is he there for, if not to please you? Chifuyu hooks his fingers on your panties and lowers them to your knees, leaving them to fall on the floor. His green eyes set on you, your flushed cheeks, your parted lips and he thinks–no, he knows he’s found his Heaven. There’s no other place he’d rather be but with you in his car eating fries, listening about your day after your most boring class or like now, like this, your nails clawing on his shoulder as he pushes his fingers inside of you and you look at him with your pupils blown in pleasure.
Pleasure. Not love.
It doesn’t matter, he tells himself, as he presses the heel of his palm on your clit and you let out the sweetest moan. Maybe someday you’ll love him back. He doesn’t need to rush things with a premature confession or something that will only drive you away.
The sound of his fingers fucking into your wet core resonate inside your apartment, paired with your whimpers and moans that only keep getting louder and more desperate. His name falls from your lips repeatedly, and Chifuyu wishes he could drown in your voice. He loves you, he loves you, he―
He curls his fingers inside you and you cry out, pleasure clouding your mind. He takes that opportunity to kiss you again, preventing himself from speaking on how beautiful you look and how he could spend his life watching you fall apart.
He has to wait, he tells himself. He’s got time. As long as you’re around him, he’s got all the time in the world.
MITSUYA TAKASHI ― the one you end up falling in love with
ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS★★★★✩ DISCRETION★★★★★ POSSESSIVENESS★★✩✩✩
Mitsuya was just supposed to be a distraction. You had been feeling sad after ending things with your lousy ex and one night, between drinks, Mitsuya and you had ended up making out in his studio.
Once you got a hold of yourselves, he was quick to tell you not to worry. He knew you had just ended a relationship and due to his work, he didn’t have time for a proper relationship either. However, he was aware of the attraction between you both so he proposed a friends with benefits situation― of course, if you were up for it.
Mitsuya was the best lover you had been with. He took his time learning your body, finding what made you gasp, squirm and cry out in pleasure. He was gentle and always put your pleasure over his, each and every time he put his lips over yours.
He is very discreet about the nature of your relationship. But, at the same time, he’s so gentle about it that you never feel he’s hiding you. if anything, it feels like he’s protecting what you have from prying eyes and malicious comments.
Unlike chifuyu, he doesn’t give you the boyfriend experience, but by spending more and more time with him you start realizing how good he is, and you wonder why had you never seen him that way.
He cares about his family and his friends, he’s dedicated to his career, he’s fun and oh so breathtakingly beautiful. Had he always been this fucking pretty?
As you watch him sleep on your bed after spending the night on top of one another, you feel the urge to trace his nose with the tip of your finger, count his eyelashes, kiss his jaw to wake him up and tell him how much you lov―
Oh,fuck
Leaving the club without no one noticing wasn’t a tall order. You said you were tired and needed to go home and rest, while Mitsuya said he needed to take care of his studio and check the status of some packages before closing. An off-handed offering to drive you home seemed casual to all of your friends, so no one thought twice when you left the club together and you got into his car.
“You look so hot tonight,” Mitsuya sighed in between the kiss as his hands roamed your body. As soon as he had entered your apartment, you had pressed your lips against his, pushing him until his back hit the wall. “Couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
“That’s because you made this dress,” you reminded him, chuckling. Your lips left his to leave open-mouthed kisses across his jaw and neck while your hands fumbled with his pants.
Mitsuya shook his head, still a little lightheaded. “It’s not. It’s― fuck, it’s you.”
You finally unbuckle his pants and slid a hand under his underwear. Maybe it’s the alcohol, you think, because you’ve never seen Mitsuya this eager and desperate under your touch. You pull your face away as you pump his cock, watching him pant with parted lips and the most lovely pink blush on his cheeks. You graze your thumb across the tip and realize he’s already leaking. Is he really that turned on tonight? And because of you?
Well, then there’s only one thing you can do.
You sink to your knees and promptly take Mitsuya into your mouth. The sound that leaves his lips makes you press your thighs together, but you try your best to focus on your task. You relax your throat, taking your time as he buries himself deeper and deeper inside your throat.
The moment your nose brushes his trimmed pubes, Mitsuya throws his head back, his fingers grasping your hair.
“Fuck,baby,” he whines, using all his self-restraint not to fuck your face. However, his words do nothing but encourage you. You start bobbing your head across his length, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose so you don’t have to take any breaks.
You look up, your eyes seeing the beautiful disaster Mitsuya has become. His dishevelled hair, his eyes shut in pleasure and the heavenly moans that keep falling from his lips. He’s truly the perfect man, you think, as you hum around his cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Was there a possibility this could evolve into something more? Would you have the guts to come clean about how your feelings have changed for him? Would you jeopardise your friendship with this beautiful man for the sake of your feelings?
“Shit― coming,” he says in a hushed whisper and soon enough he’s releasing himself on your throat, his cock pulsating inside your mouth as he does. Mitsuya groans and finally lets himself buck his hips as softly as he can, riding off his orgasm while you caress his thighs, softly bringing him back from his high.
Would you face the possibility of losing him? Mitsuya looks down at you with a tired smile and cups your jaw gently as you pull away from his cock and swallow.
What if I told you all I DID work on the haitanis ktober prompt from ages ago even if I was gone…
Because uhhh…
“Rin may be my brother, and we may be close, but he has no boundaries.”
That’s what ran said to you the first time you were left alone with Rindo.
“I don’t want you alone with him for more than a millisecond.”
He took you by the wrist, twisting you to stop just behind him, his much taller frame covering you in an attempt at shielding you from Rin’s gaze.
“Ah come on, bro, sharing is caring,” the younger Haitani remarked, shooting you a lingering up and down look.
It was no secret that Rindo was just as into you as Ran. He was open about it- very open. There was always an innuendo laced compliment when you were around, and even when you weren’t, you were always the topic of discussion on his lips, much to Ran’s distaste.
This afternoon was no different.
“I’ve told you- she’s off limits.”
You hadn’t even been doing anything- you were just waiting downstairs for Ran like you always did, being his always good, always patient girl.
Ran was fed up. His voice was stiff, cutting even; a far cry from the honeyed one you always knew. And of course, there was that damned baton.
I GUESS THAT WAS GOODBYE. | ran haitani x gn! reader
contains. angst. hurt & comfort. fluff. gn! reader. bonten! ran. roponggi! ran. married dynamics. mentions of gang work (murder, prostitution, etc.) there’s also some inaccuracy when it comes to to signing papers but uh let’s ignore that :D
note. i honestly could’ve expanded on this more but eh here it is :> 3.4kwc hehehe
they say young love doesn’t last.
they say to be logical first before diving headfirst into recklessness without calculating the risks, but none of those warnings didn’t stop you from shyly handing a love letter to the infamous eldest haitani brother ruling your district. back then, it’s nothing but a silly thing to do while you giggled with your friends, laughing with warm cheeks as they encouraged you to take a step closer to his bike.
who would’ve known that years later, you’ll end up here in your cramped, rundown dorm with your now boyfriend, ran, looking up at you cheekily as you disinfected the cuts on his face?
including ⋮ angst / no comfort. character death mentioned.
“ smoking is bad for your body, you know. “ you frown as you attempt to grasp at the cigarette that shinichiro nurses between his lips, making him pull away with a chuckle following while airing out the smoke from his mouth, “ it’s for your own good. “
there was never a day you didn’t try to get him to quit his bad habits, only wanting him in the best shape he can be.
he wasn’t immortal and you can only do so much but that is if he’s willing. you turn back to the view below, admiring the cars and people that pass. “ tell me, do you smoke to make yourself cool for the ladies? “
shinichiro frowns as he meets your eyes, aware of the amusement that swirls in your irises, “ no, i’m not that desperate. “ he replies with a pout.
you hum in acknowledgement, noting the detail that he provided — he wanted to have someone by his side and all you can do is ponder for ways he can see you in that perspective. ever since you were a stranger who wound up in his shop, you’ve come to admire him in ways he wasn’t aware of.
but shinichiro held you close, that was sure and somehow you convinced yourself that it was enough. despite the whining and taunting from him and his friends for not having a woman by his side, you were content that you were one and if not the only woman he wanted around when he wanted to unwind after a long day of work.
“ whatever you say, “ you sigh in defeat, smiling when he wraps his arm around you to persuade a smile out of you — which he was successful in. his scent was a mixture of a woody musk with an obvious hint of smoke, basking in it as you fell into the crease of his neck and shoulder, “ so then why do you smoke? “
shinichiro positions his head to lean against yours, “ it’s calming, the taste is shit though. “ nonetheless, he took another drag and was considerate enough to turn his head when exhaling to avoid it from masking over your face.
your eyes gaze to his features, seeing the gentle smile that sits on the line of his lips. dark strands hanging over his eyes as he stares at the scenery before him. you never knew what he was thinking, but you were sure that in his heart and head — he was content with himself and where he stood and you longed him for it.
“ you’re staring, “ he beckons you back from your thinking with his voice, “ i know i’m handsome but i thought you didn’t like smokers. “ he taunts.
“ i don’t, “ rolling your eyes, you attempt to pull away from the slight hold he has around you but he keeps you from leaving so the most you do is adjust your posture, “ unfortunately though, you are an exception. “
shinichiro beams, “ not even takeomi? “
laughing at his reply, you simply found the warmth in your heart comforting, “ not even takeomi. “ he pressed his lips on your hair, it probably didn’t mean anything but the small gesture made you add as your eyes closed, “ you’re the only one for me, shinichiro. “
.
.
.
your fingers crutch the entirely smoked cigarette that sat in between, inhaling the remaining tobacco that was left into your lungs. you were aware of the footsteps reaching closer but you didn’t pay any mind, continuing to litter the remaining bottom half onto the tray beside you — filled with countless of more.
“ have any more with you? “ the voice behind you, takeomi spoke. you motion your head towards a jacket near, previously owned by shinichiro. an opened pack was found in the same pocket he would store them in, “ do these taste good? “
“ they taste like shit. “ you laugh humorlessly, it was the same brand he would smoke and once he parted you understood what he meant about calmness. however, it didn’t calm the heavy ache you felt in your chest every time you lit another but you didn’t mind — despite the ache, your pulsing heart remained for the same man even a year after he passed.
you can hear him sparking the cigarette as you settle your head onto your arms on the railing, eyes glued to the streets below.
they were so pretty back then, when you found everything in sight so admirable when you were in love and had the man you desired beside you. now it was like a dry setting, it wouldn’t return to the sight you’d seen before but that’s okay — you wouldn’t want to share it with anyone other than him.
when the street lights were so prominent, when you two would see his brother and friend’s riding by and waving at the two of you with the brightest beams. you remember the last bright color you saw flooding the road below so vividly, it was blaring red and blue from the ambulance and police sirens, the night of his death.
it was gut wrenching knowing that you were the last person who he spoke to because it was the same night you vaguely admitted he was the only one you needed. but it was far gone and you were no longer fighting with him on his bad habits — instead, you were the one consuming them for him.
you couldn’t comprehend the stares that rindou kept sparing you, they weren’t anything bad but there was some slight guilt that made you feel uneasy on the stomach. usually it was a gentle gaze that explained his entire heart for you.
now they seem sadder than ever and you were concerned.
“ babe, are you okay . . ? “ you began, turning your body on the couch to face him as he snapped his attention away from his phone to you. his features seem puzzled, unsure what you mean so you add, “ you just seem sad, is there something going on? “
he remains quiet, almost as if he were thinking whether to confide in you but he shuts it down with a shake of head, “ no, not really. “
sighing, you return back to the book in your lap. you knew better than to pry more further, rindou was reserved and quiet normally and you trust that he will have a revelation sooner or later. but as you were reading, there was the burning stare that practically made a hole through your head.
turning your eye to glance at him, he falters with a frown, “ are you ever lonely when i’m gone? “
lonely huh, you thought. you couldn’t exactly say you were accompanied most of the time but lonely wasn’t the word you used. however, he takes your silence as an answer and continues, “ do you want a baby? “
you grimace at the suggestion, “ don’t propose such things if you don’t want it. “
rindou lets out an apology, claiming that he didn’t mean it that way but what other way did he mean? the topic was whether you felt remote, his solution is a baby but a child wouldn’t suffice because either way — he’d be gone.
“ a baby won’t fix my loneliness, we should have a baby because we want to create growth into our relationship. we want to create something together, not for the sake of my company. “ you sighed, meeting eyes with his lilac hues that wanted solutions to this but he didn’t have many options.
“ do you want another boyf — “ you cut him off, “ no, i don’t so don’t even try to recommend that either. “
he grimaces, his arms sitting above his chest with frustration, “ then how can we fix this? “
your eyes fixture from him back to your book, rather not replying because his question was stupid. you never asked for a fix, you were content with your relationship despite the space between the two of you so for him to figure that your case needed fixing, bothered you heavily. you couldn’t even recall when you complained about his lack of company so that’s where you seemed to focus on.
“ where is this coming from? “ you voice, not removing your eyes from the book. he hums, wanting you to repeat so you do, “ where did you gather that my lack of company was an issue? i never once had an issue with it. “
his shoulders shift, “ the guy’s girlfriends hates it, why don’t you? “
you close your book, directing your eyes back to him and frown, “ do you want to know why, i never complain about you being gone most of the time? “ he nods his head, encouraging you to continue, “ because you never let me sleep alone, as long as you come back to me — in our bed, i’m more than content. “
rindou draws his lower lip between his teeth, in thought and you turn back around but your ears catch a small laugh escaping his mouth. “ you’re so cheesy. “
“ the cheesiest. “ you sing, a smile lining your features as he inches closer to wrap his arms around your form from behind. he presses a gentle kiss onto your hair, thanking you for your patience and kindness because if there is one thing he knows is that he will never let you sleep alone.
notes: a bit late entry for @katsukidotcomlover’s lane collab! tysm for the opportunity to participate in it, i really appreciate it! <3
warnings: mention of granny’s hypothetical death (as a joke)
Rindou Haitani has never been someone to bathe his loved ones with affection, not in the least showing warm feelings first, in no way a type to be called a lover from dreams.
Speaking whatever appeared in his mind, he often tells things that shouldn’t have been told, be it more or less harmful ones, or just simply stupid, always killing the perfect atmosphere you’ve desperately tried to create. By no means it was purposeful – the words forming on his tongue were only representing his bold personality, Rindou without these characteristics wouldn’t be the Rindou you know and, despite him being an annoying piece of ass, love.
But sometimes luck was on your side, as the younger Haitani’s brain got struck by a cupid’s arrow or even a few, sentences flowing in the air indisputably soaked with the flame his heart was burning with, actions resembling the passion and desire he’s surely having deep inside him.
“I hate it,” a soft murmur leaves your mouth, as you cut another portion of pink and red sheets, thin papers falling on your knees and slipping to the ground from where the boy is collecting them.
“It makes the two of us,” Rindou grumbles back, gluing one side of the paper after folding it in half. “Useless,” he hisses, connecting outside endings, forming the stripe into a heart.
You sigh, glancing behind the window. The sun is slowly setting down, orange rays painting inside of the classroom, pretty light gleaming on your boyfriend’s face, his brows furrowed in annoyance, lower lip caught in-between teeth. You know he’s here only because you’ve forced him to – if it was anyone else but you he’d gotten assigned to do decorations with, he would’ve left before the teacher finished their sentence. “We should finish before it’s completely dark,” you’re not sure if the one you try to convince is Rin or yourself, and the boy seems to notice it, lilac irises blasting at your figure, one eye narrowed.
“Talking drivel, huh?” He snickers, throwing a handful of paper hearts to a big bin to his left.
“I’m just trying to be positive,” sticking a tip of your tongue, you grunt, shooting a rubber in the direction of his face, which he repels with a quick movement of his wrist.
Closing eyelids, Rindou shakes his head. “Not worth it. We should just leave. These fuckers screw around thinking they can use us as they want. We should have left as they told us to make these stupid decorations.”
You move your scissors carefully, cutting yet another sheet from a huge pile left for you to make valentine’s themed garlands. You’ve already spoken about it, participating in yet another conversation with the boy seems pointless since the only aspect he considers worthy looking at is if something is fun in his perception – and creating tons of pink and red decorations doesn’t sit with the definition of entertainingto Rindou.
“If we hurry up, we should finish in an hour,” you ignore his words, throwing a handful of stripes onto his lap. “Let’s just… let’s get over with it now.”
In the arsenal of Rindou’s traits there’s a huge place left for stubbornness, which shows as often as his mind tells him to. “A chocolate. No. Three chocolates,” he says, placing chin on the tips of his fingers barely brushing against each other.
“What are you even talking about?” you murmur, and by the way your legs bounce Rin knows you’re bored. Another weight on the side we should go home on the scale, giving him a better chance to win this.
“Gonna buy you three chocolates if you decide to drop this shit and go home with me. If you scatter the pieces all over the school you’ll get a double,” the boy sneers, corners of his mouth wide enough to force cute dimples to pop out on his pretty face.
You chortle, shaking your head lazily. As much as you love this idea, the thought of getting expelled from the school and later explaining to your parents that it’s mostly because of the boy they warned you about doesn’t sit right with you. “Why would we even do this?” Your voice is clearly affected by the silly smile caused by Rin’s offer, and it makes him even more determined to get out of school with you right now.
“For shits ‘n giggles,” he replies, moving his body in your direction, long arms wrapping around your legs. His light eyes are gawking at you from under thick curtains of lashes, waiting for you to break under his pleas. “C’mon. The more time we waste on talking, the less movies we can watch later.”
You sigh. He’s right that your teachers have been out of their minds while dumping all the hard work on only the two of you, but at the same time responsibilities are responsibilities, and you really shouldn’t disregard them only because of a mere whim. “Chocolates and a movie won’t bribe me,” you answer, throwing a huge pile of stripes on Rindou’s face.
He narrows his eyes, a tiny pout creating on his mouth. The fight’s not over, he thinks. “Then what could possibly bribe you?” He says nonchalantly, throwing the papers off his head and shoulders.
“Hmmmm…” you hum, only pretending to ponder on his words. You know that sooner or later he would succeed in convincing you to simply drop the work and worry about it tomorrow morning, so you have to destroy his will to keep trying with an idea so absurd and impossible even one of the Haitanis would give up. “Not getting expelled from school is important, y’know? If nothing big happens we should just stay and finish these fucking garlands.”
“Big?Likethere’s a huge promo for everything in your favorite shop kinda big? Or your great grandmother’s dying in a hospital, we have to hurry to hear her final words big? Or-”
“No.” You cut him off before hearing another volley of crazy ideas this boy’s mind could’ve created. “Like… we’re getting married tonight kinda big.
“Married, you say?” he mumbles, and by the small wrinkle between his brows, you know something’s up. Instead of quitting, he’s considering your words and it makes you gulp. “Sure. Let’s do it.”
Without any more unnecessary words Rindou takes one of the red stripes from the ground and glues it so that it creates a thin loop. Prepping himself on the heels of his palms, he kneels one one knee, and an instant wave of warmth hits your cheeks. “Rin, no-”
“Shaddap, you coward.” Your mouth opens into a perfect o shape, and as you want to continue, he presses a finger harshly against your lips. “Shush. Ekhem…” There’s a short moment of silence between the two of you, the boy clearly collecting his thoughts. “Y/N. We know each other for years, I have no idea how fucking many, but surely a lot. We’ve been together for at least a few months; more than five but I’m pretty sure that less than a whole year, and I know it’s not that much, but honestly who cares. I really don’t want to make these decorations – I would much prefer to share this precious evening of February 13th with the love of my life, with my future spouse. Will you marry me?”
You blink one, two, three times before bending in half, hiding face in palms. He’s way too blunt. Your heart feels as if desperately trying to pop out of your chest. The things he says ring in your brain, making you all fuzzy.
“I know your answer is yesso hurry up.” Back to the non-romantic Rindou again. Not that he’s been trying to be one in the first place – babbling whatever thoughts have been spilled on his tongue only to get what his lazy ass wants. Pulling harshly on your palm, he puts the ring on your finger. “We have a cake to buy for tonight’s wedding.”
Rin quickly jumps onto his feet, catching your forearm before you have a chance to react. Dragging you behind him, he rushes to the school exit, almost making you trip, countless paper hearts trailing the path the two of you traverse as a close-to-be-married couple now.
