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LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

chapter warnings: mentions of suicide

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CHAPTER Ⅵ. KNOW THAT IF YOU HIDE, IT DOESN'T GO AWAY

FIFTEEN YEARS EARLIER.

You sat outside the shop, a pout tugging at your lips, fingers twitching in your lap as you waited for the mechanics to finish up working on Mister Ayato’s car. You shot a long look back toward the inside of the shop, where Mister Ayato was standing and talking to a young, dark-haired man smoking a cigarette as he worked beneath the car.

Ran and Rindou had stopped meeting you to walk you back to the penthouse from school. The thought laid suffocating on your chest, and you felt as if a thousand weights had been placed on your shoulders. They had been out of the detention center for nearly four months now, after having been put away for a year, and they had changed while they were gone.

And you supposed you should have expected it--they were gone for a whole year and they had only been with you for a little over eight months but…

Your chest felt tight as you shoved your hands in your pockets trying to push away the increasingly dark thoughts and failing. It wasn’t like they had left entirely--they still show up for dinner and breakfast and they still come back to the penthouse and sleep there but they never tried to hang out with you anymore. Or, you suppose, Rindou didn’t anymore. Ran never did.

And it wasn’t fair, and maybe you were being selfish because they had no obligation to hang out with you and do things with you but you had been hoping that things went back to normal when they got back from the detention center, no matter how unreasonable of a thought that might have been.

Is it really that unreasonable? you thought to yourself mournfully. You didn’t think so--all you wanted to do was go out with them and spend time with them--or even if they didn’t want to be seen with you in public, you were fine with just relaxing around the penthouse with them, really! You just didn’t want to be alone. 

You hated being alone.

“What’s your issue, kid?” an unfamiliar voice asked and you jumped, not even having heard someone approach. You turned, eyes narrowed as you examined the new arrival--a young man with tousled white hair and droopy lavender eyes, a lollipop stick dangled between his lips and you frowned, raising your chin.

“I don’t have an issue,” you said, pointedly looking away. You watched from the corner of your eye as the white-haired man raised his eyebrows before shrugging. 

“Whatever,” he said, turning to walk away and your head snapped to the side, looking after him.

“My friends don’t really talk to me anymore!” the words burst from your lips before you could stop them, your face felt hot as the white-haired man looked back at you. You stared down at the ground, refusing to look at him, “W-well I suppose that’s not entirely true! They still talk to me but they don’t hang out with me anymore, and I find that really strange, you know? Because they live in the same penthouse as me and I’m unsure as to what I did wrong. They used to hang out with me all the time but every time I ask them now, or try to corner them, they make up some dumb excuse and leave.”

“Go hang out with other friends,” the white-haired man said and you shot a weak glare in his direction.

“I don’t have any other friends,” you muttered, and it was bitter to admit out loud. You had been so lonely while they had been in the detention center, counting down the days until they were released.

The white-haired man toyed with the lollipop stick in his mouth, “Go make other friends,” he said and you scowled looking away and rising to your feet.

“You’re no help,” you said, “Tell Mister Ayato I’m walking to the nearby park, he can pick me up there whenever his car is done. It’s boring waiting here.”

You didn’t wait for a response, a frown tugging at your lips as you started down the street back in the direction of the park you had seen on the way to the shop, hands shoved deep in your pockets and eyes trained down.

You heard a group laughing from the other side of the street and your eyes darted to the side, watching as a bunch of kids your age chased each other down the street. Your lips trembled and you let out another shaky breath, kicking at a stray pebble and watching it tumble down the street.

You missed them.

Your chest felt tight and an unwelcome feeling swept over you. You didn’t even know what you had done to make them distance themselves from you as they had. It had just been… well, as soon as they had come back, really. 

Maybe you hadn’t visited them enough, you considered, fingers fiddling together. You tried your best to visit once or twice a week but you could only get to the detention center if Mister Ayato drove you there and he couldn’t make the trip all too often because he was busy. 

You supposed you could have tried to push more but-

“-ion, enough.”

You turned your head, following the voice and peering down an alley, catching sight of a boy with blonde hair and a lion tattoo on the side of his head, metal glinted on his fingers as he brought his fist down on a limp body below him. Your eyes widened as you froze midstep, eyes trained on the bleeding, unmoving boy below him. 

Your lips parted as if to say something but you weren’t even sure what you were going to say. You should leave, you knew you should be running in the other direction, Rindou and Ran had told you a billion times not to go fucking around with delinquents around the city--especially not in areas other than Roppongi but-

“Who the fuck are you?” 

Your eyes widened as the blonde boy turned toward you--dark eyes narrowed in your direction, blood staining his face that he smeared as he took a step toward you, wiping at his cheek and mouth. He was older than you, probably Ran’s age, and your fingers shook as he eyed you.

“Oi, I asked you a fuckin-”

“Y/n?” a familiar voice asked and relief swept through you like a tidal wave as your gaze drifted behind the blonde and onto the oddly dyed hair of Rindou, eyes meeting his confused lavender ones. “The hell are you doing here?” 

He sounded annoyed and the relief and excitement at seeing him gave way to embarrassment--especially as your eyes fell upon Ran standing behind Rindou, catching sight of his irritated expression.

You were bothering them? 

Your throat felt tight at the realization--it wasn’t as if you had gone looking for them you just… stumbled upon them. Ran pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on between two larger boys you didn’t recognize, his bangs swished in his face as he walked away from the group and toward you, a cold expression decorating his face, Rindou at his heels.

“Who the fuck is she?” the blonde repeated, “Don’t tell me you guys are already buying who-”

Ran hit him so hard over the back of the head that it nearly sent him barreling toward the ground. He let out a string of curses, dark eyes meeting Ran’s furiously but he paused at the tight expression on the older Haitani’s face. 

“Watch your fucking mouth, Shion. She look like a fuckin’ whore to you?” Ran asked, voice low and the blonde, Shion, spared one more look toward you, eyeing you curiously.

“This is your girl?” a new voice asked and your gaze shot back toward where Ran had been, eyes falling on the larger of the two boys that had been standing next to Ran. Blue eyes flickered toward you but you couldn’t meet them, instead letting Ran shift to stand in front of you, eyes meeting Rindou’s as he grabbed your forearms, looking you over to make sure you weren’t hurt. 

His thumbs ran over your skin gently and you paused at the unusually serious look in his eyes as his hands dropped from your forearm after realizing that you were unharmed. 

“Yeah,” Ran said, “We’ll talk to you guys later, gonna walk her back.”

“Why don’t you let her hang?” Shion asked, still watching you from the corner of his eye, ignoring the way that Ran seemed to bristle at the comment.

“Let’s go,” Ran muttered, ignoring Shion and grabbing your arm, turning you around and dragging you away from the group of boys--as you turned, you caught sight of a platinum-haired boy with amethyst eyes trained sharply on you.

Ran was rough as he pulled you away from the group and down the road, his grip on your bicep was bruising and you winced, trying to tug away from him but his grip only tightened, tears stung at your eyes, you grit your teeth together tight.

“Ran, you’re hurting me,” you gasped as he tugged you around another corner and down an alley, letting go of your bicep and letting you stumble forward. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Ran demanded, voice venomous, and you flinched at the words, drawing back until your back pressed against the wall. Your throat closed up as you parted your lips as if to respond, but Ran didn’t give you the chance, “How many times have we told you not to go following us out here-”

“I wasn’t,” you tried to say but your voice faltered under Ran’s furious stare. You steeled yourself, fists tight at your side as you tried again, “I was not following the two of you. Mister Ayato was in the area getting his car worked on. I was on my way to the park to wait for him to finish because it was taking too long.”

“So what? You decided to wander around on your own?” Ran spit out, “Shibuya isn’t Roppongi, y/n. It’s fuckin’ dangerous over here. Roppongi is safe because we took it over from Max Maniacs--where do you think all of the fuckers that refused to listen to us went after we took over? Here. They came here.”

Your face felt hot as embarrassment flooded through you, Rindou wouldn’t meet your eyes, and you didn’t want to look at Ran, “Hey, look at me,” Ran snapped, noticing how you were avoiding his gaze. Reluctantly, you pulled your gaze back up from the ground to look at him. His jaw was clenched tight, he inhaled deeply as if trying to calm himself down, “Y/n, you can’t-”

“I can’t what?” you snapped--or tried to, at least, your voice cracked over your words, “You guys-” you took in a breath trying to steady yourself, “You guys don’t do anything with me anymore. And you don’t tell me anything except ‘don’t go there,’ ‘stay away from here,’ ‘we’ll see you later,’ ‘we’ll hang out another time’ except you never do! I never see you later and you never hang out with me later, and it’s not fair.”

“It’s not fair?” Ran gaped, “We’re trying to fucking protect you, y/n. You’re being immature.”

You stared at him. Your ears rung

Immature, you bit your lip hard, trying to stop it from trembling. Immature, they think you’re immature.

Were you being immature? 

You didn’t think you were--you just missed them, and wanted to know what you did for them to start distancing themselves from you so suddenly. You didn’t get it--how they were preaching about protecting you as if avoiding you protected you in any way.

“I’m being immature?” You hated how weak your voice sounded. Ran shut his mouth immediately at your words, you stepped closer to him, hands trembling, “Immature?” Ran didn’t respond and Rindou looked half ready to step between the two of you, resolve weakened at the sight of the tears building in your eyes, “You guys treat me like a pet to come home to. I don’t understand what I did wrong, why don’t you do things with me anymore?”

“We don’t want to get you involved with this, y/n,” Rindou murmured, finally speaking up, “It’s dangerous and-”

“So you think you can just keep it separate? I’ve been involved since the day I stopped on the street to help you guys,” you said, looking between them, before focusing on Rindou, “They already know who I am, Rindou. From the trial. A bunch of them were there when I lied on the stand. You can’t just hide this from me, or try to avoid me or distance yourself or whatever bright idea you have and think that everything will work out fine.”

Neither Rindou or Ran spoke, nor did they meet your eyes, and you hated it, you could feel the anxiety clawing at your chest, “I just want things to go back to normal,” you said shakily, “and maybe that is immature of me but I don’t care. I miss you guys. I don’t like this.” 

Rindou shared a look with Ran, one that you couldn’t quite decipher but in that brief moment, they seemed to have a full-on conversation with each other. “Things are getting more dangerous,” Ran finally said but all of the heat was gone, “And it’s only going to keep getting more dangerous, we-”

“That doesn’t mean you have to cut me off,” you said.

“We’re not cutting you off,” Rindou immediately protested, a hurt look spreading across his face, “We would never-”

“It feels like it,” you said and Rindou froze mid-sentence, lips parted as he stared at you, as if he hadn’t even realized how their actions were coming across, “You guys barely talk to me anymore except at like dinner--assuming you even show up. And whenever I try to hang out with you guys, you brush me off. And even when you do talk to me, it’s really dry.”

“We don’t want you to get hurt,” Ran said and you looked up, eyes meeting his, he didn’t look as confident in his words as he had looked a few moments ago and you took the opportunity to deliver another blow.

“How are you going to stop me from getting hurt if you’re never around?” 

Ran went silent, gaze drifting away from you. Rindou couldn’t look you in the eyes, instead looking down at the ground. You waited a few moments, waited for one of them to say something, but neither spoke up. You let out a breath, considering your words, “I just-’m not asking for you to bring me to all of your dumb gang hang outs. I just don’t want to be alone all the time. You guys don’t even walk with me to school and back home anymore,” your voice cracked, you swallowed and looked up at the sky, “and I get you don’t want to tell me everything but like it would help me understand better, and be less sad when you guys have to blow me off to do other things instead of just being like ‘gotta go.’”

“We don’t want to involve you more than you already are,” Ran said half-heartedly, “It’s dangerous-”

“I’m not asking you to,” you said, “I’m asking you to stop avoiding me, and lying to me, and ignoring me. I just want you to spend time with me again, and tell me what’s going on so I can understand.”

Neither of them responded, again. You grit your teeth, “Please,” you said, and they both finally looked at you, “at least promise me that you won’t try to hide this from me anymore--hiding it isn’t just going to make all of the stuff you’re worried about disappear, and if I don’t know, I won’t know what to look out for either, y’know? So promise me you’ll be more open, at least.”

Ran stared at you for a moment, once again looking at Rindou, having a silent conversation that you couldn’t quite understand before Ran turned his attention back toward you.

“Fine,” he said and you swore your heart leaped in your chest at his words, eyes brightening, the heavy weight on your shoulders disappearing momentarily, “we promise.”

PRESENT

“Man, I think the last time we talked was in Munich! Can you believe it’s really been six years?”

Your head was light and you felt dizzy, you swore your vision was spotted as you looked back over your shoulder, eyes catching the glittering dark ones of Gunter Krüger as he waved at you, a wide smile decorating his lips. It took all of your self-control trying not to let the distress become visible on your face, and you weren’t even sure if you were succeeding.

No way, you thought to yourself, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips but you were looking at him, you were looking at him, he was in front of you and-

“You good, y/n? Look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Krüger laughed easily as he approached you, mocking you. He was mocking you because he knew that you thought you were looking at a ghost--a ghost of your past that you hadn’t ever expected to encounter again because- “Didn’t expect to see you around these parts,” Krüger nodded, reaching out to squeeze your bicep just a bit too tight, the smile on his face thinned for just a second, his eyes flashed cold, “or well, maybe I did.”

The add-on was cryptic, his voice was low, your eyes met his dark ones and you caught the chilling look in his eyes. He knows, you swore you felt as if the room was caving in around you, all thoughts of Ran and Rindou and stress about Hanma and Kawaragi flushed away as you stared at the new arrival.

He knows, you wanted to throw up--how did he know? How was he even here? 

Look like you’ve seen a ghost, you thought bitterly, a ghost, a ghost, because he is one. Or should be one. He should be dead, he was supposed to be dead. 

He should be dead. His grip tightened on your bicep, it hurt. 

How was he here? Your mind was running at a million miles a second, trying to put together the pieces, trying to figure out what had happened but it was impossible to put together a puzzle that you only had half of the pieces to. He was dead--you knew he was dead, your uncle had confirmed it, Takuya had confirmed it, you had gone to his fucking funeral. 

“L/n-san, I’m sorry for your loss. I know you had been close to both of the Krüger brothers, it must be difficult having lost them both in such a short period of time.”

You couldn’t breathe, you had to relax, don’t let it show on your face. 

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. 

But you couldn’t, you couldn’t. Your heartbeat wouldn’t slow down, your breath was becoming erratic, shaky. Calm down, you thought desperately, eyes unconsciously seeking out help from the nearest source of familiarity. Your gaze met Rindou’s, and you swore the only thing that grounded you to your current reality was the bruising grip on your bicep.

-- y/n, what’s going on? you could see him begging, eyes searching yours for any sort of answer. You knew he and Ran must have a million questions for you--why were you with Hanma Shuji and Kawaragi Senju? Why were you really back in Tokyo? Why were you at the auction? Who the fuck was this guy? Where have you been the past eight years? Why didn’t you ever reach out to them? Why were you on the opposite side? Why weren’t you standing with them, where you belong? 

You couldn’t answer them, you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to answer them. You shouldn’t even be looking at him--Hanma would notice, Kawaragi would notice, they would see you looking at him and question why but his eyes were the only thing stopping you from spiraling because Gunter Krüger should be buried six feet under, you had watched them lower his casket into the ground six years ago when he killed himself after his wife and brother had been killed during the Munich incident. 

“C’mon,” Krüger complained, leaning in close—his eyes were bright, dancing with something that didn’t sit right in your stomach, something that just wasn’t quite all there compared to the friendly, calm tone of his voice, “Not even gonna say hi? Thought we were closer than that, y/n.”

All of those nights out with him and his wife and brother, laughing, drinking, playing those dumb board games that his brother carried with him wherever he went. All of those mornings where you would meet his wife and brother for coffee before long grueling, merger meetings between Izanami and Suvala. The dragging days that you only barely managed to push through because of the two of them making it less hellish. 

“I don’t know what to do, I-I-the Suvala board, they’re backing me into a corner, they’re gonna end up absorbing Izanami, I can’t figure out-”

“I’ll handle it.”

His grip on your bicep tightened even more, you parted your lips as if to say something but no words came out and even if they did come out, you weren’t even sure what you were trying to say. Rindou’s fists were tight at his side, he looked as if he were about to step forward and silently, you begged him not to. You had been so fucking careful in making sure Hanma and Kawaragi didn’t suspect any prior connections between you and Bonten. Don’t ruin it, don’t ruin it-

He didn’t have to. Just as you swore Rindou was about to step toward Krüger with a raised fist, the hand on your bicep was ripped off. Your gaze shifted to the side, eyes wide as they landed on the tattooed hand of Hanma Shuji gripping Krüger’s wrist so tight that you swore it was about to snap. 

“Watch yourself,” Kawaragi said sharply before nodding at you, lips pressed together. Hanma’s other hand reached out, pressing against your back to push you forward away from Krüger, deeper into the auction hall. You spared one last look back toward Rindou, catching the angry expression and watching as he tried to take half a step in the direction of where Hanma and Kawaragi were leading you off to but Kokonoi Hajime stepped in front of him, stopping him from following the three of you. 

“What was that all about?” Kawaragi asked, voice sharp, “who was that?”

“I need to get in contact with my uncle,” you said, grateful that your voice wasn’t as shaky as your hands, “immediately.”

“Ichirou is in a meeting until later,” Hanma said and your gaze shot toward him—you hadn’t known that. How high up is he in this organization? “Who was that?”

You stared at him, throat tight. How much did they already know about Munich? They were all clearly at least somewhat aware of it from what you could tell at the meeting the other day but you didn’t want to tell them more than necessary. You didn’t want to tell them anything but…

Your gaze drifted back to Krüger, barely catching sight of the head of blonde hair as he made friendly conversation with a dark-haired man that you didn’t recognize--you made sure to take a note of the face, eyes darting around to see if there were any cameras in the building and frowning when you couldn’t find one. You’d have to do your best to remember, or try to snap a photo--your skin crawled as the thought passed through your head. That’s not a good idea. 

“-if the tabloids get-”

“You don’t have to worry about that, that won’t happen.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I just am.”

A chill ran down your spine--you’d have to remember, burn his face into your memory and try to get a name for Takuya to look into. You had a feeling trying to record or take pictures in this place was a bad, bad idea. You needed to figure out what was going on--how Krüger was here, why he was here.

He’s here for you, you knew deep down. It’s the only reason he would be in Japan, at this event. 

‘Or well, maybe I did,’ you recalled his words anxiously--he knew you were going to be at the event, or even if he didn’t know you were going to be at that exact event, he was implying that he knew that he’d be able to find you at events like these.

And how the fuck would he know that unless he knew of your role in what happened at Munich? 

Your head hurt. You needed to calm down, settle before all of this actually started. You needed to be in control before the auction began. You had to get the weapons and you had-

Rindou and Ran. 

There were too many variables, you felt overwhelmed. Rindou, Ran, the weapons, Krüger. It was too much. Too fucking much, there was too much at stake, one slip up-

“Who was that?” Hanma repeated and you let out a long breath. You turned your head back toward him, eyes lingering on the two familiar purple heads of hair in the near distance before your eyes met his amber ones.

You could still smell the garlic-like odor, the blood, you could feel the heat on your skin, the heavy smoke and you could hear the screams of the civilians on the street around you as people rushed toward the building to try to help find survivors.

What were you supposed to do? You didn’t know. You hated not knowing--you could barely even think straight, he had thrown you off, there was too much at stake that was too important to you, Rindou and Ran, the weapons, Krüger. 

He was here for you. He wouldn’t have shown up if he didn’t have something planned.

What if you were in danger?

What if you being in danger put Rindou and Ran in danger?

You had to make a decision. 

It’s risky, you wanted to scream at yourself, too risky, you can’t-

What other choice do you have?

You swallowed thickly, eyes darting around to make sure that no one was close enough to overhear. You took in a deep breath, a heavy feeling settling over you.

Be careful what you tell them.

“What exactly do you know about what happened in Munich six years ago?” 

---

You could feel Ran’s eyes on you from the left and resentment rolled off of Rindou in suffocating waves from the right. 

They were trying to corner you.

You felt distinctly like a gazelle in tall grass, hunted by predators that you couldn’t quite see but you knew were there. Your heartbeat picked up when you caught movement from the corner of your eye--Ran stepping closer. 

You had to move, find another person to talk to before they could corner you. Your eyes fell upon a familiar face halfway across the room--a man you had met while traveling, a businessman from Switzerland, a major player in the pharmaceutical industry. You hadn’t realized he was involved in this, and by the surprised expression on his face as he caught sight of you, he hadn’t expected you to be either.

You let a wide smile split onto your face, raising your hand in a friendly wave as you started in his direction as soon as you noticed the brothers starting to close in on you. 

“You’re not gonna win,” you almost jumped at the sound of the new arrival, eyes darting to the side to fall upon Mina who approached you from behind, voice a low murmur. He followed you in the direction of Meier, distantly, you noticed the furious expression that crossed across Ran and Rindou’s faces once they realized you had managed to slip away for a third time, and then the way their expressions dipped into a more extreme rage when they recognized the man standing next to you. You knew they were well beyond frustrated, knowing that they couldn’t call out for you to stop the bullshit without giving everything away, but you couldn’t let them catch up to you and give them a chance to start questioning you. You couldn’t. “This little game of cat and mouse you’re playing with them, they’re gonna catch you eventually.”

“Shut up, where have you even been?” you muttered, shooting him a withering look, but he didn’t get a chance to respond before you rose your voice to call out to Meier, “Meier!” you greeted, “How’ve you been?” 

You slipped into another meaningless conversation, mind only barely there as you talked about the markets, and competition, and world politics, and pretty much everything except what the two of you were doing at this auction. Your lips moved on automatic and you were grateful for the years of practice that allowed you to hold simple conversation while your mind ran amok.

Service in the auction hall was terrible. Hanma was out trying to get in contact with Sugawara or your uncle--their knowledge on Munich had been minimal, which you were grateful for but you didn’t need to explain much for them to know that you might be in deep shit. 

“I can just kill him,” Hanma had said, looking back toward where Krüger was holding conversation with two other men.

“Don’t be dumb,” Kawaragi snapped, “We don’t know what insurances he’s put in place in the case of his death. For all we know he could have something set to leak if he’s killed.”

You weren’t so sure that was the case--your gaze drifted back to Krüger as you laughed at something Meier said, watching how he talked casually with a small group, forcing yourself not to stiffen when his eyes flickered up to you and his smile widened. You had a distinct feeling that if he had all of the information he needed, he’d have done something with it by now. 

He’s planning something else, you felt cold, you didn’t like it. You hated not knowing.

Kawaragi must have dipped out of sight when Mina showed up--you couldn’t spot her anymore, she had been standing nearby with a large, darker-skinned man with a platinum crew cut and a smaller man with long, striped hair. The smaller man was still lingering in the area but Kawaragi and the other man were gone. 

Something was wrong. You didn’t like it, your skin was crawling and your chest felt heavy. Meier broke off to go get another glass of wine, you glanced back at where Krüger had been standing with that small group, eyes widening when you noticed him slipping out of the auction hall.

“Follow him,” you told Mina sharply, yellow eyes narrowed on you, “Now, Mina, don’t let him leave your sight. I’ll be fine.”

Mina took in a deep breath, eyeing Rindou and Ran who were once again starting to close in on you before nodding, “Don’t leave their sight,” he muttered before making his way after Krüger. 

Wonderful, you thought to yourself, don’t leave their sight but don’t let them get close enough to corner you. 

Your gaze darted around, trying to figure out what direction to flee to next so they couldn’t catch you. Your expression dropped when you realized that the only way out was either down through a side hall or back across the vast room toward where Kokonoi Hajime was talking to the dark-haired, scarred man, where they’ve been there watching you outmaneuver Rindou and Ran for almost an hour now. As if they could smell your intent, Kokonoi and the other man looked up at you, sharing a look and then glancing at Rindou and Ran before pointedly walking in the opposite direction. 

Fuckers, you thought viciously, eyes darting back toward the nearby side hall. You could go down it but you didn’t know where it led to--it could easily be a dead end and then you’d be trapped. Did you have any other choice?

Your eyes met Ran’s.

Don’t you dare, he told you.

You glanced at Rindou, who was too close for comfort.

We’ll chase you, Rindou warned. 

You turned on your heel and walked toward the side hall, pace just a bit too fast to be considered normal and as soon as you turned the corner, out of sight from the other auction goers, you took off.

Your heels slammed against the tiles, and you could hear Rindou and Ran cursing as they chased after you. They were faster than you, they always had been--whenever you made them play tag or manhunt when you were kids, they’d never have any trouble catching you. You couldn’t count the number of times you found yourself tackled to the ground by Rindou, knees and hands cut up, leaves tangled in your hair because he had taken his job far too seriously, Ran laughing in the background as the two of you tumbled down a hill.

Your throat felt tight at the memory.

“Rindou! Get her before she runs into the forest!” 

“Rindou! Grab her before she turns down another hall!” Ran snapped and your eyes widened when you realized they were closer than you had thought, trying to push against the ground faster.

You let out a string of violent curses when you felt a hand wrap around your waist, desperately trying to break free of Rindou’s bruising grip to no avail. His other hand darted forward to grab the other side of your waist, securing you in his hold and a wave of helplessness washed over you.

“Let me go,” you spat, squirming in Rindou’s grasp, “Are you crazy? What if someone sees?”

What if someone sees? Hanma, Kawaragi, one of the two men she was with. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Ran demanded as Rindou’s grip tightened on your waist as you tried to squirm free, holding you close to him. Your breath was quick as panic began to take over. 

Fuck.

Your gaze shot up toward Ran, eyes meeting his hard lavender ones, his jaw was clenched tight and his throat bobbed as your gazes met. His eyes left yours to look behind you, double checking that nobody was around to spot the three of you before he stepped closer and you couldn’t breathe. They were too close--Rindou’s chest was pressed against your back and his arms were tucked tight around your waist, holding you still against him, and Ran was right in front of you, bringing his hand up to curl around your jaw to hold your head in place as you tried to look away. 

You hated the conflicted expression on his face, as if he knew that he didn’t have much time and couldn’t figure out what to say. 

“Why are you here?” his voice was low, barely over a rasp and you knew that he wasn’t asking why you were at the auction--you could see it in his eyes what he was really asking, why are you on the opposite side? Why aren’t you with them? What are you doing?

You couldn’t turn your head away but you directed your gaze toward the ground, trying to figure out what the fuck you were supposed to say to them.

“Hey, look at me,” he said sharply, squeezing your cheeks slightly to get your attention, and your eyes instinctively darted back up to meet his. “Why? Answer me.”

“Not here,” you shook your head as best as possible, “Ran, we can’t do this here, someone can walk down the hall any minute.”

“Then when?” you almost flinched at Rindou’s voice next to your ear, “When?” he asked again, voice harsher.

You didn’t know, and you could only stare ahead--you were sure Ran could read every emotion running through your head as he searched your eyes for answers. “What are you doing here?” the heat in his voice was gone, his hand dropped from your face but you didn’t use the newfound freedom to turn your head away, instead only watching him with a heavy feeling in your heart. 

“You know what I’m doing here,” your voice was little over a whisper, the words physically hurt to speak and from the way Ran’s lips tightened at them, from the way his jaw clenched, it hurt them to hear just as much as it hurt you to say. 

“Do we?” Rindou’s grip on your waist tightened where Ran had let go, “‘cause a lot of things aren’t really adding up right now, y/n. Why the fuck did you come meet us the other day if you’re…” he didn’t finish the sentence, instead you could feel him shake his head, “and why did you send that message? You warned us. And before, you pretended not to know us. What’s really going on?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You couldn’t do this here, it was too risky, what the fuck were they thinking?

“I didn’t know,” you said, giving them a half-answer, “I went to meet you guys the night I came back, I met with my uncle the morning after.”

Don’t press, you pleaded internally even though you knew the request was futile.

“The message? Before?” Rindou questioned.

Fuck.

“The message was just that, a message, it’s not on me if you took it as a warning. It’s not what it was meant to be,” you lied, “and before was for my sake. Not yours. I didn’t want Hanma and Kawaragi to know I knew any of you prior.”

“You’re lying,” Ran said and you let out an irritated breath.

Could they read you that well still or were they just throwing out hail mary guesses? You didn’t know.

Calm down, you’ve been thrown off guard all night, get in fucking control before you fuck up beyond fixing.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Control yourself.

Your hands curled around Rindou’s wrists, yanking them off of your hips. He let go of you and you dropped back to your feet, smoothing out your suit. You took a step back, steeling your face and looking at them both.

“I am not,” you said, watching as Ran’s brows furrowed as he studied you, taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor, Rindou’s lips twisted down. “Believe what you want. It’s not my job to convince you otherwise. I answered your questions, now get out of my way. I need to get back to the auction hall.”

Ran’s lips parted, an expression of disbelief masking his face, “What is your problem?” he asked, “Stop with the bullshit, tell us what’s going on, it’s just us right now, we have time. Explain, we-“

“Why are you with South?” Rindou snapped, interrupting Ran, “Why the fuck are you with him? You looked comfortable with him, like you’ve been around him for a while. How long has he been with you? You better not have been with him this whole time when you wouldn’t even answer our fucking calls.”

Your chest ached, you opened your mouth to speak but Ran was already talking again, reaching forward to grab your wrist, “The guy from before, who is he? You were scared—tell us what’s going on, we can help. Are they threatening you?”

They were tag-teaming you, barely giving you a chance to register what the other had said before they jumped on top to add on. You were getting overwhelmed. You had to put a stop to it.

“Threatening me?” you asked just as Rindou started to speak again, and you hated the way that Ran drew back at your words. Krüger, Krüger, you had almost forgotten about him in your panic. You couldn’t do this—you didn’t know what he knew, what he had planned. You couldn’t risk dragging them down with you and you didn’t want them to know about Munich. 

Push them away. If they’re close to you, they’re more at risk—from Sugawara, from Krüger, from you. You were a fucking danger to them. 

You were a danger to them.

Maybe you should tell them the truth, they’d be able to prepare better knowing the truth, but as soon as the thought crossed your mind you knew that it wasn’t an option. You worked tirelessly to make sure they didn’t get caught up in your shitshow—and maybe they had already been wrapped up in their own shitshow, yeah, but yours had just gotten exponentially worse in a very short amount of time.

Maybe if it was still just Sugawara’s group versus Bonten, you would be able to be more honest with them. But you knew, you knew, once they knew the truth they wouldn’t let you go. They’d keep pushing and pushing trying to protect you, just as they always had, except this time they’d push until they got themselves killed.

Killed.

You couldn’t risk it—not until you knew more about Krüger, who he was working with, what he wanted, what he had planned. He was an unknown variable right now, one that you couldn’t just ignore or take lightly.

You had taken everything from him and you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to you. You knew it.

You’d find them and tell them the truth once you knew more—tell them the truth and apologize and pray to god that they would forgive you even though you knew you didn’t deserve it.

“They’re not threatening me, Ran,” you said, and you hated how cold your voice was and you hated how Ran drew back, how Rindou tried to wipe away the hurt that spread across his face before you could see it. “They gave me a choice. I chose to help my uncle.”

“You chose-“ Ran couldn’t even finish the sentence, gaping at you, evidently too stunned to even be angry, “You chose to get involved with this? After you knew that we were on the oppos-“

“Yes,” you said and the look on Ran’s face, the fury in Rindou’s eyes made you sick to your stomach, “Don’t look at me like that,” please, “you asked for answers and I’m giving you them.”

“You’re fucking lying,” Rindou spit, taking a step closer to you, “you’re fuckin’ lying to us again. You’re always fucking lying.”

“Just because my answer isn’t the one you wanted to hear doesn’t mean that I’m lying.”

Ran’s expression dropped but your words only seemed to spur Rindou’s anger on even further. Rindou shook his head, taking another step closer to you, “You-“

“Ran, Rindou,” your eyes shot behind the brothers, focusing on the scarred man with dark hair who had walked down the side hall from the direction the three of you had come from, “We need to head in, the auction’s about to start.”

“Give us a minute,” Rindou said, turning his attention back onto you, “Y-”

“We need to go now,” the dark-haired man interrupted Rindou, “You know how Kokonoi and Sanzu get when they’re left alone with each other.”

“Then fucking go, Kakucho,” Rindou snapped, whipping back around, “Fuck, we’ll meet you in there, we-”

Ran grabbed Rindou’s arm, silencing him, “Let’s go,” he said and Rindou paused, looking back at him in surprise.

“Ran-“ he began but Ran didn’t give him the chance to finish what he was going to say, his lips were pulled down and his eyes were heavy, he wouldn’t look at you.

“I said, let’s go,” Ran’s voice was loud, sharp—both you and Rindou physically flinched at the tone, “We’re wasting our time.”

Wasting our time, his words rang through your head on repeat. He didn’t mean that--you knew he didn’t, you could see it in his eyes but-

You hurt him, you knew you did. Ran built high, nigh-impenetrable walls around his heart. It took a long time for him to let you in originally—he had been hesitant, untrusting, fearful because you knew now that he hated letting people in, Ran loved deeply, too deeply, and it scared him. It made him feel a loss of control and you knew that it made him anxious.

To hear you all but admit that you chose this… chose this knowing they were on the opposite side.

Breathe in, breathe out. You wanted this, didn’t you?

But it was different seeing it happen in front of you, witnessing their reactions. You had no right to be upset, you reminded yourself, this was your decision. You were doing what was best—once you knew more about Krüger…

He and Rindou shared a look--they were having a conversation without you and Kakucho, an argument. After a few moments, Rindou looked away. 

Whatever they were arguing about, Ran won. 

Ran turned and walked back the way they had come without another word, disappearing with Kakucho around the corner and Rindou lingered for a moment, eyes searching yours for any sort of sign that maybe you were being forced to say this, maybe you were still the girl they used to know all those years ago and it took all of your self-control for you to not crumble under his stare.

Finally he shook his head, looking at you one last time as he turned to follow Ran, “I know you’re lying,” he said, but you weren’t sure if he was telling you or trying to convince himself, “I know you’re fuckin’ lying, y/n. You can’t hide this shit from us. We’ll figure it out.”

And it hurt, it hurt watching them walk away even though you knew it was for the best, that you needed them to stay away from you until you understood what was going on so you could keep them safe. Getting them involved now with as little information as you had… it would be damning, you’d get them killed.

But it hurt, your chest ached as Rindou glanced back once as he turned the corner to go back to the auction hall and you wanted to call out to him--call his name, say sorry, break down and tell him that you’ve missed them, that you wished things were different but you couldn’t. And Rindou watched you, waiting for one final sign before he pressed his lips together and disappeared around the corner.

Better luck next time, you thought bitterly, hands shaking at your side, shoulders dropping now that you were finally alone, letting your guard fall and mask crumble.

And you knew they would be mad at you once you inevitably told them the truth, that they might not even forgive you because you had made them promise so many fucking times not to hide stuff from you and they held themselves to the promise and you couldn’t even give them the same courtesy back.

It’s different, you tried to convince yourself. It’s different, you made them promise that about petty delinquent stuff, this was different. Dangerous, could get you killed, them killed, your uncle killed. 

It’s different.

“There you are,” you froze, looking over your shoulder, eyes meeting Hanma Shuji’s familiar amber ones. “Been looking for you.”

You felt cold. How much had he overheard?

But Hanma made no sign of acknowledgment, instead pressing his hand to your back to get you moving forward back toward the auction hall, “C’mon, it’s about to start.”

Your heart was in your throat as he led you back into the main room, and your eyes darted around as soon as you stepped into the hall, trying and failing to catch sight of Rindou and Ran amongst the masses of people.

Hanma eyed you curiously as he led you down the aisles toward the back rows of the auction hall, his gaze was stifling and you wanted nothing more than to disappear into the floor. Had he seen? He couldn’t have, there was no way, but you knew you were only trying to convince yourself.

He motioned for you to take a seat and you frowned, glancing at him suspiciously as you moved into the row, letting him take the aisle seat.

“Where is Kawaragi?” you asked, looking pointedly at the empty seat next to you. 

“Sugawara asked her to check the storerooms,” he murmured, “She’ll probably be gone for a bit, from what I remember the storerooms are pretty deep down in the building and at the far end. I doubt she’ll be back any time soon.”

“What’s she checking those for?” a strange feeling swept over you--one that didn’t sit right.

Hanma shrugged, “Fuck if I know,” he slung an arm around your shoulder, you gave him a flat stare, he looked unperturbed. He leaned his head in close, lips brushing your ear, “So, that thing you were hiding at the meeting…” his voice was a low, mocking sing-song, dread pooled in your stomach, “the Haitanis, huh?” 

Your blood ran cold, your expression dropped, you eyed Hanma from the corner of your eye--you hated the smile that was curling at his lips. 

“Relax,” he chuckled, leaning the side of his head against the top of yours, “It’ll stay our little secret for now, yeah?”

For now, the words laid heavy on your chest and you stared forward, hyper-aware of the arm around your shoulders and the head laying on top of yours. You felt as if the weight on your shoulders tripled and the air around you became suffocating. 

Who the fuck was Hanma Shuji and what did he want?

You didn’t get the chance to say anything else as the auctioneer began speaking. You tuned it out, lost in your own thoughts. What the fuck did this mean? What did Hanma want from you?

You didn’t know, you hated not knowing. You hated it. You hated it. You hated it. 

You eyed him from the corner of your eye, he didn’t move away from you, much to your dismay, instead only staying leaned up against you as he watched the auctioneer begin the bidding for the first item.

“Can you… get off?” you muttered and he only hummed, as if he hadn’t heard you. You repeated yourself, more irritated, and he did the same thing. Your eye twitched when you realized he was being purposefully difficult.

What the fuck did he want? 

The question bounced around your head and you hated that you couldn’t answer it. Money? Power? Those were two of the most common motivations for men that you’ve come across but you had a feeling that Hanma Shuji was not like the other men you’ve encountered in the past. His eyes were too sharp, calculating, knowing; his smile was too playful. You felt as if you were playing a losing game that you didn’t know you had started playing whenever he walked in the room. His right hand rubbed circles on your arm, punishment glared back at you as you scowled down at the unwelcome touch.

You looked away, an unsettling feeling sweeping over you suddenly.

Your eyes drifted back around the auction hall, toward the opposite row of seats, looking over the heads of people, searching for Rindou and Ran again. Where are they? You couldn’t spot them or any of the other Bonten executives anywhere and it had your hair on end. 

What if-

“Three million yen,” you looked in the opposite direction, toward the left side of the auction hall and your eyes fell upon Kokonoi Hajime leaning back casually in his seat.

He was looking at you already, as if waiting to see, testing, testing to see if you would bid on anything other than the weapons and you nearly scowled, unwilling to waste your money more than necessary. You were already certain that you were going to liquidate all of your assets in the Philippines for this and maybe even in New Zealand too, you added mournfully.

You pointedly looked away from him, intent on finding Rindou or Ran instead but your eyes fell upon a different familiar face, one that made you double take once you realized who you were looking at--Krûger? What… Shouldn’t he be…

Where is Mina?

You straightened, unease rapidly shooting through you, gaze darting around as you tried to spot your friend to no avail. Hanma seemed to sense your sudden distress, frowning at you as he sat up.

“What are you-?”

In the distance, there was a sharp, loud boom--the auction hall quieted at once. You faltered, sharing a look with Hanma as you looked around briefly, trying to figure out what that had been--explosives? A grenade? 

Hanma’s brows furrowed, his lips tightened, one hand reached out to curl around your bicep as he looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. Your gaze darted around the room, catching sight of Krüger rising to his feet, a concerned look sweeping over his face. 

Your eyes didn’t linger on him for long, instead searching two familiar heads of purple hair in the crowd on the opposite side of the room. You caught sight of one--Rindou, you spotted, eyes meeting his alarmed lavender ones as his head swiveled around the room.

Where’s Ran? you wanted to ask but you knew the answer to his question from the thinly concealed panicked look in his eyes. Your throat felt swollen, you tried to stand up, go to look for him as a sick, dark feeling began to stir in your gut.

A familiar dark feeling. The same one you had felt six years ago before it all happened.

Hanma’s grip on your arm tightened, holding you in place. 

A louder explosion--much louder, shrieks sounded from around you and your blood ran cold as the entire building shook. 

Garlic, blood, smoke, no. There was no way, no-

Everything was happening too fast--too slow? It felt like everything was happening in slow motion but fast enough that you couldn’t react in time. 

Where’s Ran? you wanted to scream at Rindou, who was staring at you, lips parted in shock, eyes wide. Rindou, Rin, something bad was about to happen, you had to get to Rindou, you had to find Ran, you-

And then you were being thrown to the ground, a large body being thrown on top of yours just as the walls blew in and the floors blew upwards from behind the stage.

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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.

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

I can't say, 'I Love You'

Paring: Ran Haitani x reader, Rindou Haitani x reader.

angst

Word count: 1.2k

(Y/n)(L/n), an undiscovered gem was what she was supposed to be. A sweet girl with alluring eyes, nothing but elegance radiating out of her. She was everything Ran wanted in a woman. At first sight, he just couldn't look away.

She seemed to have captured the heart of the infamous Ran Haitani in those small hands of hers. Holding on to it so tight, it might just break into infinite fragments. To this day he never knew how she was capable of doing so much without even trying. He wanted her, yearned for her.

Unfortunately, she wasn't his.

"Nii-san, I want to introduce you to my girlfriend". When Rindou first said that, he didn't think much of it. No doubt, he was curious about the girl his brother chose and was looking forward to meeting her. Nonetheless, He was happy that his baby brother finally has a girlfriend.

All good things aside, Rindou was his obvious priority, he was not going to leave any stone unturned. He had plans to investigate the said girl thoroughly all for his brother's happiness.

The day finally arrived, Rindou had informed him that she would be visiting. When she made her appearance, he was instantly drawn, like a moth to a flame. It was obvious she was nervous but as they exchanged words with each other, the situation felt more normal. Rindou was being considerate, trying to bring up things that they could converse about. He wanted to make sure that his brother will approve of his girlfriend. 

That day he didn't think much. but now, the more he sees her the more he finds himself falling deeply in love. 

When the three of them decided to go to a nearby festival. A goddess was what was standing in front of him. She had dressed up in a lovely floral kimono. He briefly glanced towards Rindou, he looked enchanted, his cheeks dusted in red. Rindou made his way towards her as he held her hand in his. 

"You look ok," Rindou quietly mumbled under his breath. Her face said it all, she appreciated the compliment even if it wasn't much. They had fun, Rindou tried to impress her by winning a prize in the shooting game. She looked happy enough with his effort. Every moment felt fun until they went their separate ways. 

"Close your eyes," Rindou whispers. Both teenagers are under the moonlight as fireworks burst in the sky. She closed her eyes as Rindou touches her hair, trying to put a beautiful pin in them. Rindou stepped back as she opened her eyes. she looked at him in awe as he thanked him for the beautiful flower hairpiece. She held both his hands hers, a simple gesture that gives him confidence. Now, both her and him are kissing, looking at each other with nothing but love. 

Ran didn't mean to see them in their moments, 'it was a coincidence', was what he tells himself. He wonders why he is punishing himself. How can he not feel hurt?

That pin? Rindou was the one who asked him to choose it for you. 

Days were he and Rindou snuck into her house were quite often. As famous delinquents, fights were natural. She would scold Rindou as she tenderly treated his wounds. 

Sometimes the three of them would eat dinner, binge a random movie, or sleep when too lazy. Her home was a small base for the three of them to bond. Ran knew, that this wasn't his world but he still wanted to be a part of it.  Both she and Rindou were not into a lot of PDA. Ran wouldn't say but he was extremely grateful for that. He didn't think he could witness them kissing without him breaking down.

The shampoo he used was the same as hers, his entire face flushed deep red in realization. How can something so small stir up so much emotion in him? Rindou was fast asleep in her bed as she finished the dishes and other formalities so that she could run into the arms of his brother. Seeking comfort in them.

"Help me dry my hair, (N/N)-chan?"Ran asked, in hopes that she would agree. When she did, he felt happy. She took the dryer in her hand and stood behind him.

It was something about the way she ran her delicate fingers in his hair, trying to untangle possible knots. She does it so gently that it reminds him of a lover. He was melting in her touch, it felt so domestic, it felt like home. But he knows that kindness is in her nature, he knows it is just a simple gesture of trying to limit the natural hurt. 

But oh God, how much he losses his mind when he feels her nails barely touch his scalp. His mind wanders elsewhere, a place where no one but him is allowed to enter.

'Will your nails feel this good when you hold onto me when I am one with you?' He mumbles to himself. Only for this moment forth, does he ignore it, ignores the guilt in his stomach as he lets himself imagine her in his arms, where the person she looks at is him and not his brother. Kissing her till the both of them are panting for air and when they are done, he gently places her head on his shoulder. The whole world would stop.

Birthday and other wishes turned into an extra text message hoping to elongate their conversation. Innocent touches on her shoulder turned into stolen kisses when she is in the arms of his brother drowning deep in the depth of dreamland. An excuse turned into lies just to give her something that would remind her of him. Oh, Did he wonder if he ever crosses her mind? at least a percent of how much she invades his head. 

He was conflicted. How should he let go of the girl that will never be his? He would rather die than hurt his younger brother. He feels disgusted with himself, the brief moment where his heart leaps in happiness when Rindou tells him that she had him had not gone all the way yet. 

It has been 2 years and he still can't move on. His heartache only increases with every detailed intimacy he hears from Rindou. He indulges in habits, he himself is not proud of. He just wants to go back, back to where she didn't exist. Never had he known that falling in love would hurt so much. He wonders, who should he be angry at? Her? how could he when she had shown nothing but kindness to him? At Rindou? never. If he was in Rindou's place he would've done the same thing. 

Ran Haitani reached his limit. After suffering for almost 2 years. He desperately looks into his brother's eyes, both instantly losing their appetite as Ran mumbled a few words that would cause a great rift between both the brothers. 

"Rindou, I'm in love with your girlfriend."

an inkling

pairing: rindou haitani x reader

summary: you try to surprise rindou for his birthday, but he catches you before you can even finish decorating his cake.

word count: 1k+

notes: it's his birthday!! he's been my favourite for so long!! he deserves this.

Rindou Haitani isn’t a big fan of surprises. He has a notable ability to sense when they’re coming, and he always successfully manages to wriggle his way out of them at all costs. It hadn’t always been this way. This newly found dislike of surprises had only appeared sometime between Tenjiku and Bonten, and then it had stuck. And you, somehow understood him immediately and had never given him any trouble at all. 

He barely makes it into his apartment before he stops. You’re here. You’re here when you're not supposed to be. Somehow, he’s missed all the signs and walked straight from one problem right into another. 

Escaping one of Bonten’s dreaded meetings is one thing, but there isn’t any possible way of retreating out of his own apartment without making you feel awkward. And you must already be feeling something, judging by the way the icing in the piping bag is falling onto the countertop instead of the plain, white cake perched prominently on a cake stand. There’s a guilty look in your eyes. He lets the door close shut softly behind him. 

‘I’m sorry.’ You say. But you don’t sound sorry. It must be difficult to look anything but ridiculous when you’re frozen in place, one hand in front of the cake as though it’s going to make it disappear from his sight. It takes Rindou a couple of seconds to move on from his shock and actually see what’s going on. 

One, there’s a plastic lid settled on the table, which means you hadn’t even baked the cake at all, merely bought a plain one from the supermarket to decorate over. Two, there’s a small, wrapped box placed neatly on his dining room table, next to a bouquet of flowers that he definitely would have remembered buying for himself. He can picture you giggling to yourself as you place the items down, completely unaware of the fact that he was getting ready to drive home before any of his lovely Bonten co-workers pounced on him. It almost makes him want to say reassuring words to you first. 

Almost. 

‘So that’s why Ran wanted me to stay behind so bad.’ You give an awkward laugh, both hands settling the piping bag down on the table as you finally realise the mess you’re making. ‘Honestly,’ he continues. ‘You can never really trust Ran to do anything right.’ 

‘Ah, I’ll remember that for next time.’ Crossing your arms, you lean forward onto the countertop, flashing Rindou a smile. ‘Guess planning a last minute surprise isn’t such a good idea, huh?’ 

‘Trust me.’ Rindou kicks off his shoes at the door. ‘I would have figured it out if you had been planning this any longer.’ 

‘You’re scary sometimes, you know that?’ 

He snorts, placing his arms down on either side of you. Rindou really can’t be mad at this. The entire plan didn’t even go through anyways. All the surprises have been avoided and seen. So then, why does he feel a small twinge of guilt? He wraps his arms around your stomach and leans his forehead onto your shoulder. It’s funny. He must have done this so many times over the past years, yet your breathing still becomes slightly uneven. A warmth fills his chest when you relax back into him. You’re warm, so very warm, and– 

Oh. 

Your eyes are closed, a small smile still evident on your face. You’re so comfortable like this, and honestly, this is what Rindou misses all the time. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone so comfortable around him. You make a questioning sound and he blinks back down to see you staring up at him, eyes wide. 

‘What are you thinking about?’ You ask, head slightly tilted. It’s the same voice you use when you’re laying next to him in bed just before you drift off to sleep. 

Rindou thinks about what he should say, thinks about whether this is the right time to tell you he might be in love with you, or whether you would still want to be with him if he tells you every single wrong deed he’s ever done in his life, wonders if you would still stay when he bares his soul completely to you. So he thinks again. 

When Rindou thinks of surprises, he thinks of big, grandiose gestures. He thinks of chaotic parties and mess and people he might not even know pretending to know him. But this isn’t like that. You’ve never been like that at all. You’re simple, so very simple, in the best way possible. And maybe this is alright. Maybe it’s okay sometimes to have a small, unexpected thing happen in his almost solidified routines and habits. 

But because he’s Rindou Haitani and he still partially has his guard up when it comes to things like this, he says something completely different. 

‘I’m thinking,’ Rindou says slowly, leaning down to whisper into your ear. ‘That we shouldn’t let the icing go to waste.’ 

He watches your face as the words leave his lips, noting exactly when you understand what he’s implying. A light blush tinges your cheeks, and you quickly turn your gaze away from him to take a breath. The slow rise and fall of your chest pushes against him, and he recognises the act as you gathering courage to say something in retaliation. A smirk crosses your lips and you turn back to look at him. 

‘Well, tomorrow you’re having a proper celebration and party with Bonten. No escaping it.’ You add, one finger raised to his lips to stop him from refusing. ‘But tonight,’ your hands fiddle with the bottom of his tie and his eyes follow the movement shamelessly. ‘It’s just us.’ 

Rindou lets out a hum of acknowledgement. 

‘It’s just us.’ You repeat, quieter. 

Rindou straightens, placing the plastic lid on top of the undecorated cake before returning to your side. You’re still standing there, patiently waiting for him with such a hopeful look in your eyes that he knows he’s going to cave later and let you decorate the cake for him. He can almost hear your voice saying: “You deserve a little treat every once in a while too, you know?” But you don’t say that. 

‘Happy birthday.’ You smile at him, that same fond smile you give him all the time, and yet… 

Rindou thinks he wants to kiss you.

And so he does. 

promises, promises and more promises

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Rindou doesn't understand why you stay with him

Rindou stands frozen in the doorway of your shared-penthouse with his eyes blown wide in shock as you grip his shoulders for support and tiptoe to kiss him; once on his cheek, then his nose before finally, flat on his lips. You walk back to where you came from, leaving him standing there with a face so embarrassingly flushed red that no one would believe the two of you have been married for two years-- going on three years this spring. He touches his cheek, as if still in shock that you kissed him, that you're his; the rings that you both wear and your wedding photos that you refuse to take off the wall, proof enough.

He blinks and hisses, shakes his leg when his mind registers the sudden stinging pain by his ankle. You come running towards him, again, with your arms outstretched in some sort of a greeting, to which Rindou opens his arms too in welcoming. However, much to his dismay, you drop to your knees once you near him and for a moment something pregnant with lust and amusement flickers of his face and he thinks, oh? that type of greeting. You seem to be full of surprises today because there is no greeting, he realizes once he looks down and sees you scooping up a small, white kitten.

Ah, he hears himself say, that makes much more sense. Four, maybe five, seconds pass, consisting only of you staring up at him cluelessly and the soft purring of the kitten that he assumes is in protest of the affection that he is yet to give it. Rindou makes no move to pet the cat because one, you don't own a cat, at least, not since he last saw you this morning when you kissed him good luck (and good bye) before he left for work. And two, he has already had a bad start with cats, he has never been very fond of them since that one time when he was merely eight and a stray cat ate his goldfish. Still, he extends his hand towards the white ball of fur because if it's for you, he'll do anything just once.

The laugh you let out when the cat (that you're yet to name because you honestly, weren't sure if Rin would let you keep it) bears it's teeth at your now seemingly coward husband, is ridiculously loud and filled with too much joy (or so Rindou thinks), causing him to quickly pull his hand away and shoot you a glare that is both stern but filled with love. Because this is you we're talking about, his very very pretty wife that he would flip the world over for. "It's ok Rin, you don't need to play with him," you say lightheartedly. He hasn't told you to get rid of it so no, there is no need for you to pick a fight with him, even though, deep down, you know that if he said he didn't want it you'd probably, most definitely, take it back to the pet shop.

You kiss his cheek before walking off into the kitchen where he can see you've already set the table and plated the food, which once he gets closer, he realizes is now cold. So perhaps, he's kept you waiting. It makes his heart sink. He doesn't realize you've dropped the cat until he sees it circling his leg, he suddenly becomes stiff and rigid, the fear that the small, little animal will somehow hurt him resurfaces in his mind. "Did you wait long?" he mumbles, a small frown playing onto his lips while you tug him towards the table. You shake your head and his frown deepens. You'd never say yes because you've just always been like that: too nice and too sweet to him, the type of wife to hold back your tears on nights when he comes home bruised and bloodied.

He remembers that night, not too long ago, when he came home soaked with bright red, painting your newly bought rug red with his own blood (not the blood of people he's killed, like usual). The image of you leaning over the tub to stitch the shallow gash in his chest while you struggled to not run to the toilet and vomit, as well as burst into tears, haunts him. Yet, he comes home every day to you running to kiss him at the door and he's surprised each time that the penthouse isn't empty-- that you haven't left.

"Rin? Are you listening?" you beckon, waving your had in front his face. He blinks, slowly, before nodding and picking up his knife and fork to eat. Now, he actually does listen to you as you tell him about the blue bird that flew into the house this morning, not too long after he left, and about the jellyfish you saw on tv that reminded you of his hair-- at this, he laughs because you, only you, are allowed to make fun of his hair. You wave your hand across his face again and he realizes he's been mindlessly staring at you but now, when he tries to refocus on what he was looking at, he can't remember.

Sorry, I'm sorry, he whispers against your skin before kissing the diamond on your wedding ring. You remember scolding him for how much it cost when he proposed to you, he only laughed and slid it onto your finger, mumbling something about but it's what you deserve. You have no idea what he's apologizing for (you think, he doesn't know either) but you smile at him like a silly little girl because your big bad, gangster of a husband is kissing your knuckles, one by one.

Boy of my Dreams | Haitani Rindou Headcanons

Word Count: 1.1k

notes: MINORS DNI !! fem reader, lots of pet names, suggestive, soft tooth-rotting fluff, Rindou is the softest boy

notes: this is very self-indulgant and screams "i am single" but idc i love Rindou with all my heart djfash ! also tenjiku haitani supremacy

- Rindou plays games on his computer a lot and loves when you sit on his lap as he plays, especially if you’re facing him and hugging him as he does.

Rindou was in the middle of a match, his headset hooked in and his deep voice prattling on about in-game actions and catching up with his friends. “Dude I’m not responding to that, my girl is right here” and you were, sitting comfortably with your legs on either side of him and your head curled into his neck. You could fall asleep right here, you almost were as you took in the smell of your boyfriend and cuddled further into him, your arms wrapped around his neck. “Shion says hi” he says to you. He hadn’t noticed how sleepy you were until you let out a little “mm hi Madarame” in response. “She says hi,” Rin says before flipping his mic up, turning it off, and setting his controller down. “You wanna go lay down, baby?” He asks you, his voice soft and caring. You shake your head, squeezing him softly, and nuzzle into his neck even more. “‘m good, finish your game…” you say, softly yawning. He chuckles, softened by your cute sleepiness. “Nah I’d rather cuddle with my sleepy girl instead.” He flips his mic down to talk with his friends again, “Hey guys imma go, I’ll be on tomorrow or somethin’” saying his goodbyes and signing off. “Alright,” he sighs, standing and picking you up at the same time, your legs wrapped around him. “‘s nap time.” he plops you down onto the bed and finds his place beside you, the two of you cuddling close until sleep takes you both. 

- He gets very excited to show you his new beats that he comes up with, playing them for you with a cute proud look on his face. even more so when you dance along

You’d never been the best dancer, always feeling too awkward to openly express the beat to a song when it came on. But something was different when it was just you and your boyfriend in his room listening to something he made. He’d texted you very excitedly to come over and listen to a new track he’d whipped up and of course, you came right away. Supporting his passions was important to you. “Okay okay so I was just fuckin around on the tables nothin' serious but I think I came up with something really good,” he said as he led you to his room, sitting you down on his bed as if he were about to break the biggest news. You got comfortable, sitting crisscross at the end of his bed, facing him. He was so cute when he was like this, his hair tied back in a small ponytail and his glasses sat on the tip of his nose. His excited smile to top it all off. He took a seat at his desk and spun around in the chair, opening up the recording he’d made earlier that day. “You just gotta listen im so proud of this shit babe I really think I got it this time,” You giggle at how adorable he’s being, earning you a side-eye. “Okay okay just play it already, silly!” Rindou lets out a sigh before pressing the space bar and leaning back to watch your reaction. The beat was good, really good. It reminded you of club music in the best way possible. You began to tap your knee with your eyes closed, getting a feel for the beat, before starting to move your body, standing up on his bed and dancing around as the music picked up pace. You looked down at him, the two of you sharing the biggest grin known to man. “This IS really fuckin good Rin, im so proud of you!” you say over the music, closing your eyes and getting really into it. He couldn’t help the blush that dusted his cheeks as he watched you.

- He’s very blushy and gets kinda flustered when you look all pretty for him. just for him. 

“how do i look?” you ask as you come out of the bathroom, doing a little spin for him in the new dress he bought you. You had your makeup and hair done, looking ready and prepared for your date tonight. Rindou was sitting on your shared bed scrolling through his phone waiting for you to finish up, now finding his eyes racking over your figure and his face heating up at the sight. He stands, walking over to you and pulling you in close by the waist out of impulse. “f-fuck, you just” he struggles, his eyes struggling to hold contact with yours. “you’re so fuckin pretty how am I this lucky?” His heart felt like it was about to explode as he tried to hide his flushed face behind the blonde and blue hair that framed it. You could’ve mistaken his pupils for hearts the way he looked at you. You felt so loved in his presence. “Rinnn…” you whine, shoving against him, “you can’t just say stuff like thatt” you smile as you lean in to kiss him, your lips meeting his plush ones. It was soft and full of love and want and desire. God, he loved you so much. and he wanted every part of you so bad. He tried deepening the kiss but you pushed away from him, catching your breath. “Let's wait till we get back okay, baby?” He reluctantly nods, his forehead resting against yours. “I just love you so much I can’t help myself…”

- he’s only ever possessive of you when it comes to his brother, he really doesn’t want Ran to steal you away - he enjoys when the three of you can hang out normally though. when his brother isn’t being scary and intimidating 

“She’s mine,” he says, pulling you closer into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder, his brows furrowed and scowling at his older brother.   Ran laughs, brushing stray hairs behind his ears, “what? can’t share for once?” He says teasingly. You knew Ran was never serious about his remarks towards you so they never made you uncomfortable. Still, though, he really knew how to get under Rindou’s skin. “No.” Rin lets out, a slight pout in his voice that melts your heart. He gives you a squeeze and you cuddle back into him, letting your eyes close with a soft smile on your face. “She wouldn’t want your lanky ass anyway,” Rindou finishes, receiving a silent nose laugh from you. Ran scoffs, crossing his arms, “Keep talkin so I can beat your ass in front of your girl.” He says with no real threat behind his words. “So you admit it? she’s my girl.” hook line and sinker. You open your eyes just in time to see Ran roll his own before plopping on the other side of the couch, his ponytail swaying as he does. “Just turn the damn movie on, Rin. Damn always gotta be startin shit” he grumbles, and you let out a giggle, clinging onto Rindou’s tattooed arm

Can you make a rindou fic? where rindou takes the reader to meet ran and it became chaotic but cute? thank you!

-Anon🌷

A/n: Okayyy Rindou. My man from TR. I hope you like this! Also i know i have a Kenma request from you, but i am working on it i promise 😭i am kinda in a writing block

Warnings ⚠️: swearing

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"Can i? Pleaseeeee??" You've been trying to make Rindou introduce you to Ran, because there are siblings and you are his partner it's nice to know your boyfriend's sibling right? ...right?

Anyways, even if it is Rindou thought is thinking otherwise. "Ran is annoying? Why do you want to meet him so much?" "Because he is my boyfriend's brother? And come on, it can't be that bad can it?" "Only if you knew." "Rindou!" "Okay okay fine, ill tell him." "Yupii"

You are now sitting on the sofa inside Rindou's house with him beside, both of you waiting for Ran. You can't say you aren't nervous at all, but you asked to meet him so.

Suddenly the door opening interrupted your thoughts. "Ohhhhh looks who's here" Ran smirked and Rindou scoffed. You stood up and when to greed Ran. "So you are the girl Rin talk about hm? Guess he wasn't lying about her or... How much is he paying you hm?" "RAN!" you chuckled as Rindou shouted at his brother. "It's quite nice to finally meet you. I can see why Rindou would hide a beauty like you." "Ran! I swear if you-" "Yeah, yeah don't worry i already know. I won't steal your girlfriend. Thought..." "OKAY ENOUGH!" You again chuckled as you watched your boyfriend almost jumping on his brother.

You spend some time with them, talking to Ran about mostly Rindou (he was standing there annoyed) and it was now time to go. "Okay it was really nice meeting you. I hope we can see each other again." Ran said in his teasing voice. "Yeah as if" Rindou scoffed. You kicked him playfully as said goodbye to Ran.

"You're never meeting my brother again." "Whaaa?"

Well, at least Ran definitely liked you.

©mariaace 2024, do not steal, copy, claim as yours or repost it on other apps please💜

Heyy it's me!! How r u?? Can I request a Rindou fic?? rindou introducing the reader to the tenjiku members? but the reader doesn't want it since she is shy and introverted?? thank you!!!

-anon🌷

A/n: Heyy 🌷nonniee!! I'm good hbu?? Again my boy Rindou <33

Warnings:Ran has a gf? Lmao i added that Genre:fluff Type:one-shot

Anime:Tokyo Revengers Pairing:Rindou

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"Are you sure about this? I don't really think I'll fit there." You kept asking Rindou that, who is standing in front of you trying to convince you to meet the Tenjiku boys.

"You've already met Ran. The others are not nearly half as bad." "You're saying that, because he is your brother" "No I'm not! Plus it won't be that bad i promise! I'll be there too"

After i little (a lot) of convincing you finally agreed. When Rindou was going to the next meeting of the gang you came along with him. And when you stepped in? Oh boy.

Everyone looked at you confidence for a second, then smiled. "Ahh here you are!! Rindou told me you're coming. You can sit with my girlfriend while we finish meeting?" You heard Ran saying and turned to him.

The other guys greeted you and introduced themselves. You recognised most of them, because of what your boyfriend have been telling you about them. Yeah, some looked scary, but don't all of them actually do?

Well time for the meeting. You quickly sat beside Ran's girlfriend and you two started a talk pretty easily. The meeting wasn't long, or at least it didn't felt like it. You talked to Kokonoi and Kakucho mostly after it and it felt okay. Not anxiety or being to shy to answer them. It felt normal. You couldn't tell if it was because Rindou was there with you ot there were just nice, but it was like this.

While you were leaving Rindou asked you. "So, how was it?" He raised an eyebrow. You smiled "Honestly, couldn't have been better." "Planning to come to the next meeting then?" He jokes (or maybe not) "That, I'll see about"

©mariaace 2024 please do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

having rindou as a clingy, needy fwb

content: safe sex, sexting, suggestive pics, rindou is a horny guy, needy guy, clingy guy, implied possessive rindou, fem!reader

a/n: ive been so inactive im so sorry guys i feel so bad :( uni has been literally kicking my BOOOOOTYYYY anyway enjoy this quick one shot with rindou :))

He’s bold.

You set the shopping bag down on the floor by your bed and began to unpack its contents, ready for a mini fashion show in front of your mirror when your phone chimed by your bedside table.

You were halfway with taking your top off when you heard the buzz and walked over to it and grabbed it.

rinnn wyd

You smiled at his random text message, eyes trained on your screen as you sat backwards onto your bed and texted back.

you Just came back from shopppinggg

Setting your phone down, you’re about to stand back up to head towards your mirror when he responds at lightspeed. Oh he must be so bored today, you snigger and decide to text him back.

rinnn What you get?

you Cant tell you thattttt Too personal

rinnn What was it? Lingerie?

you Oh um

rinnn No way. Pfft yeah right

you WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN????

rinnn Nothing i just cant see you in that at all

you Well its true 

rinnn Sureeee Lemme see it

you Ok wait one second

You stand up from your bed and walk over to your bag, grab the lacy bra and matching panties set and place it flat on your bed. It took longer than a second to snap the photo as you wanted it to look perfect and presentable so you spent longer actually wiping stray crumbs from your bed, closing your curtains to get perfect lighting, straightening out your bedsheets in order to get the perfect photo.

Once you were pleased, you hopped back onto your bed and sent the photo to Rindou. As expected, since it took longer than you said to send the photo he went offline and you huffed impatiently. Ten minutes later your phone was buzzing and you zoomed for it eagerly, only for your smile to fade when you saw his response.

rinnn Thats not what i meant

you WDYM?????

rinnn Did you get it for your boyfriend?

you You know damn well i dont have a boyfriend

rinnn Lmfao i know. just checking

you what???

rinnn Show me the fit tho

you I did

rinnn Put it on

you oh…OHH Sure okay…

You weren’t expecting that at all honestly. Yet the idea of putting it on for Rindou weirdly turned you on. You bit your lip and stared down at the lacy material laid on your bed and slowly began to strip off your shirt and bottoms. Once it was on, you quickly walked up to the mirror and examined how it looked on you. 

It was the cheapest matching set available in store and you weren’t rich by any means so it’ll have to do. You quickly grabbed your phone and snapped a photo of you standing in the mirror. 

The photo was horrible. You were stiff, awkward and you accidentally took the photo in the middle of blinking. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t find the confidence left in yourself to retake it, so you cropped your face out and sent the photo to Rindou without a second thought. 

It all happened so quickly that you failed to realise the gravity of what you just did until you saw Rindou read the message. Your eyes widened and you tossed your phone across the room, flopping instantly onto your bed and thrashing between the sheets for a minute or two to let your frustrations and anxieties out. 

It was the first time you ever sent someone intimate photos and you made a promise to your younger self that you’d wait until you were in an official relationship to do that. But here you were sending them to your best friend just because you wanted his approval for reasons that were beyond you.

Your phone buzzed minutes later and you peeked an eye open at your phone from across the room, took a deep breath then reached for it.

rinnn Damn u look so sexy right now

you Lol stop Thank you tho

rinnn Send another

you Desperate much?

rinnn Coming from the girl buying lingerie for herself

you Nothing wrong with that :( But fine wait

You feel exceptionally giddy when you stand up from your bed, your confidence rising back up in copious amounts as you waddle towards your mirror. This time, you recorded a short video of you from side to side, showing off your assets as seductively as you possibly could before sending it to him.

His response only spurs you on even more.

rinnn Would u kill me if i was hard rn

you Probably yes Flattered, but yes

rinnn How would u kill me?

you Choke you maybe. Or like suffocation and prolong it as long as i can

rinnn With your thighs? I wont mind that

Your face flushes as your thumbs freeze over your keyboard.

you OML YOURE SO HORNY I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT

rinnn Thats how i took it 

you Yeah i know, you weirdo

rinnn How would you suffocate me though?

you With my hands duhhhhhh. Actually maybe a pillow. More surface area.

rinnn You’ll be on top of me?

The image of you on top of him with your hands around his throat plagued your mind and you were lost for words for the third time tonight. It didn’t even occur to you that you were sexting your best friend.

you If that's how you want to go out then yes

rinnn It is

you Then i will

rinnn Good

You This escalated so fast Goodbye rindou 

He’s needy.

His phone is ringing. 

Rindou’s phone is ringing whilst he’s on top of you, lips kissing and sucking your soft skin just under your jaw as his cock thrusts slowly into you. Your hands are playing with his hair, running your fingers through them, scratching at his scalp when his cock reaches that spot inside you with enough force to tease, not satisfy you. 

You’d been begging him to go rougher, want to hear the loud slap of his hips against yours but he’d been so adamant on taking his sweet time, like his phone hasn’t been ringing for the last thirty seconds.

“Rinnnnnn,” you grumble irritatedly, the soft strokes you were doing on his hair now turned to a full on tug , as harsh as you could, with enough force to completely still his lips on your neck. 

He pulls away from you and lifts himself up onto his arms, looking down at you with a peeved expression on his face.

“What.” His hips still don’t still, thrusting ever so slightly into you but keeps on managing to hit that spot regardless and see your eyes roll as you bite down your lip to stifle a moan. 

Unlinking your arms from around his neck, you try to reach over to the bedside table but your arms are too short. Grumbling, you try to shift and Rindou just stills entirely, watching you grab his phone that was face down as it rang continuously for the last minute. 

Missed call: Dad

Missed call: Dad

Your eyebrows raise as you read the contact and turn the phone towards Rindou. He clicks his tongue, irritated your attention is off him and grabs the phone. 

“It’s just my old man, who cares?” He tosses the phone backwards on the bed, this time you can’t reach it if it rings again and his thrusts restart, slowly rolling his hips into your core.

“What if it's important?” you mumble, your voice shaky when he relowers himself on you, kissing your lips softly. “Rin—” Your words keep getting swallowed by his lips and he doesn’t stop kissing you until you finally give in. 

He grabs onto your hand and lifts it, nestling it on top of his head and moves your fingers to play with his hair. You got the hint and began stroking his hair again, loving the way he hums into your mouth whenever you tug at his hair.

You were finally submitting to him again, his phone long forgotten in your mind and he grins before pulling away from the kiss to reattach his lips back onto your neck, adding more to the marks he left on your neck prior.

“Rin faster please,” you whine, trying to lift your hips to feel his cock deeper inside you but he’s quicker. A firm hand pressing down on your hips to keep them flat on the bed.

“Stop being so needy,” he says, voice muffled as he doesn’t stop sucking down your throat. 

“I’m needy? Says the one who’s been kissing me and having me play with your  hair for the last—” You grab your phone that was under his pillow and check the time. You got here around five p.m and it's now close to six. “—hour.”

“Were you not complaining you barely get aftercare during sex? All those other boys you were with practically discarded you, now I’m doing it and you have a problem?” His hand runs on the underside of your right breast before cupping it, squeezing it in his hand, enjoying the way you shiver momentarily. “Make up your fuckin’ mind.” 

His tongue licks at your nipple and your body jerks briefly before stilling as he sucks on your soft nipple till it hardens. 

“That’s—not the same and you know it, Rin.” you huff, unable to think of a comeback; not when he’s treating you like this.  He chuckles and bites gently on your breast.

All you can think of as you toss your head back is the feeling of his soft lips on your breast, his tongue licking at your nipple, sending static down your entire body. 

His mouth is hot against your skin and you find yourself subconsciously lifting your chest higher to feel more of his mouth. 

Your hands grab onto his face and lift him to look at you before pulling him towards you for a kiss. His hand rests on the headboard behind you as your needy mouth moves against his. 

You take the time to run your fingers along his sides, dragging them along his bare back that’s far too clean for your liking, not enough scratch marks like usual. If only he’d actually fuck you like you wanted.

This time, your phone starts to ring beside you and you pull away, breaking the kiss and completely missing the way Rindou rolls his eyes as you instantly go to answer it.

“Hello?”

Bored, Rindou bends back down to your neck only to have you press your spare hand against his mouth, looking sternly at him and shaking your head.

“Oh hi Kakucho. Yes, Rindou’s with me.” 

Rindou gives you a confused look and you shrug before listening intently at your phone. “Oh really? Yeah, we’re not busy right now. I’ll tell him. Okay, bye.” You hang up and put your phone back on the bed.

“Why did you lie?” Rindou asks.

“Kakucho said he needs you for something. I don’t know what, he won’t tell me.” 

“Okay? I’m still busy though.” He pins you back down to the bed when you go to sit up. “I’ll fuck you for real this time. Let me finish.” 

As if to prove his point he shifts backwards, grabbing your ankles and lifting your legs to rest on his shoulder. He leans forward and his cock instantly slides deeper than before; you moan loudly.

 “Right there?” He rolls his hips again, testing. You nod rapidly, breathless and that’s all he needs before snapping his hips recklessly. 

Your walls flutter around the condom with each thrust and he can’t get enough of how good you feel around him. He buries his head between your shoulder and his pillow and listens to your moans, how loud and shaky they get when his hips press firmly against yours. 

“I’m close,” you say softly, biting down on your lip.

“Me too. Shit.” 

His orgasm comes faster than he’d expected, his seed spilling out into the condom when you moan his name softly as your own walls spasm from your own orgasm. He lays on top of you momentarily before remembering Kakucho’s call and reluctantly lifts himself off you.

He slides off the bed and you lift your jelly legs up to sit upright, watching him change back into his clothes. 

“What time will you be back?” you ask, resting your chin on your arm perched on top of your knee. 

“Not sure to be honest. I don’t even know what these people want.” He fixes his belt. “Why? You’ll miss me?” he adds with a smirk and you roll your eyes,

“Other way around Rindou.”

“Mhm sure .” Fully dressed, he fixes his hair that’s been ruffled from earlier. “C’mere.” 

You slide off the bed and walk over to him. He cups your cheek and pulls you closer, gently kissing you. 

You pull away after a few moments and push him towards the door. “Get out already. Stop stalling and go see your friends.”

He laughs before closing the door.

He can’t keep his hands off you.

Rindou has his arm wrapped around your shoulder, keeping sure your body is pressed against his side the entire party. If you wanted to get a drink, he’ll be with you with his arm around your shoulder. It’s a friendly gesture, what can he say? 

 If you wanted to play beer pong with his friends, his arm is around your hip, standing behind you, close enough so that your ass constantly brushes his crotch whenever you make any sort of movement. 

His friends all look at him like he can’t be serious. Ran can’t even think of a time he’s seen you without Rindou’s arm around you honestly. It’s gotten that far.

If you’re sitting on the couch, Rindou’s arm is around your waist, making sure you’re sitting as close to him as possible. What can he say, he just wants to make space for others on the couch. He’s a generous guy.

You’re currently in the bathroom, fixing your hair up to get ready to step into the pool. 

Rindou’s watching you as he sits on the edge of the bathtub, shamelessly running his eyes along your body in your bathing suit. You’re not oblivious to his staring, only used to it at this point. It’s not like you don’t stare at him too whenever he’s shirtless. 

It’s only admiration .

Rindou stands up and stands behind you as you take your earrings out, his chest right against your back as you look at him through the mirror.

“You good?” you ask, concerned. He’s been silent the entire time you’ve been changing.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” he murmurs, distracted by the thin strap of your bathing suit. He can’t help but wonder how something so thin can be sturdy enough to hold up in the waters. The last thing he wants is for it to come loose and have your entire chest exposed in front of all his friends.

“I dunno Rin. You’ve been really quiet since Sanzu mentioned swimming—”

“Isn’t this a little flimsy?” he cuts you off, ignoring you in favour of tugging at your strap.

“You think?” You tug at the other one and wonder. “I think it’ll be fine. Actually! Could you tighten the strings at the back?” You reach behind your back and gesture at it.

“Sure.” His voice is low as he unties the straps and begins tying them again but tighter. Halfway, he stops and you don’t notice until you’ve fully taken out your earrings, feeling your bikini top begin to slip. 

“Uh, Rin?” You feel him moving the straps off your shoulder but before you can question it, he’s turning you around and hoisting you up onto the bathroom counter. “Rin. What are you—”

He leans forward, entrapping in a kiss that has you shutting up instantly. His hand palms your breast through your bikini top that’s on the verge of falling to the floor. 

Your hands move to the side of his face and hold him close to you as he slips between your legs, his hand dropping to rest at your hips. His tongue plays with yours, licking into your mouth and you have to fight to keep the soft moan rising in your throat down as you ran your hands down the plane of his chest, gripping at the waistband of his shorts to tug him closer.

Your bikini top finally falls to the floor and it feels so good to have his hand caressing your bare breast. 

A loud knock at the door startles you; Rindou remains unfazed, only irritated at being interrupted. 

“What the fuck do you want?” Rindou yells at the door.

“We’re about to get in the pool. You guys coming or not?!” Sanzu yells back from the other end.

Rindou turns back to you and you shrug, not really minding what you do. His eyes drop down to your lips, your bare chest, your legs, then his dick that’s been hard in his shorts for the last five minutes.

“We’ll see you in a bit.” Rindou kisses you again, lifting you off the counter slightly to slide the rest of your bikini off.

“We’re busy right now.”

Hi! I'm not sure if your request are open or not, so please ignore it if they're close... but I would love to have some nsfwish hcs of the haitani brothers (separate) x reader that likes to wear slutty-trashy outfits 🤭🤭

Thanks so much if you are able to do it. love u lots♡

TW- Violence

-Ran's really into it, he likes too see you in the short little skirts you wear so often. He does tease you about it though, like if you were too tell him that you're cold, he'd tell you that you should've worn clothes then. While he's a bit of an ass about it, he finds your confidence very endearing and how you pull that style off so well.

-Ran is also a very big fan of having you sit on his lap as he shoves his hand down your panties and finger-fucking in front of all those people, while he doesn't make it obvious, he doesn't really care if they see or not, all he's thinking about is having your slick drip down his wrist.

-He likes flipping up your skirt when you bend over, he'll fuck you there, it gives him perfect access, all he has too do is pull your panties to the side and push his cock in, also, Ran is a big fan of quickies anyway, so why not?

-Ran likes too incorporate his baton as well, he'll use it too push your legs open as you sit in front of him and of course, you're not wearing panties, just like he asked, he'll run the tip of his baton up your clothed cunt and use it too push down on your clit as you struggle too keep your legs open.

-Rindou though, he's not the biggest fan of your style and the types of clothes that you like too wear, when you're wearing these types of clothes, he never leaves your side, at all, even if you have too use the bathroom, he's coming with... where he will then proceed too fuck you.

-While Rindou isn't the biggest fan of quickies, muchless in the bathroom, he doesn't care, because when his dick is hard and you're barley wearing clothes, he doesn't care where the two of you are, all he cares about is fucking you there and then.

-Rindou isn't too bothered by the looks he receives while you're wearing these types of outfits, he quite enjoys them actually, because he knows from the looks he's getting from other men that they want too fuck you, but he's so cocky when he has you bouncing on his cock in a private room of the club that he owns as other men hear you screaming for who? For him.

-Rindou although not bothered by your choice in clothing, he will still break bones of the people that get a little too comfortable with saying explicit things to you or even getting ballsy enough too touch you, speaking of, one of the times that Rindou had too break some guys jaw after he thought it was a good idea too loudly proclaim the things he'd do to you. Ran fucked you right after, in his luxurious Bugatti Centodieci.

Being rindou's gf mean that ran already saw you naked 🤣 there would definitely be a time where rindou's fucking you in the kitchen and ran walks in and they just start a conversation while rindou's buried inside you

This is exactly how it is, I also think they both fuck you often, it doesn't matter if you're Rans or Rins girl, they both are fine with sharing with each other. It could've also started or became a poly, with just how often and casual it is. The first time it happened though, Rindou having you splayed out on the kitchen counter, fucking you, and Ran just walks in, asking where his baton is and you're just completely mortified because Rindou doesn't even try too cover you, nor has he even stopped fucking you. It's just... so casual.

I love thissssss♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Hello!! How are you doing? I had a request for you. Can you please do The Tokyo Revengers characters(Baji, Mitsuya, Ran and Rindou) try this on the reader? Like teasing them? Thank you!

a/n : im doing well anon i hope you fell good too <3 thankyou for requesting this and enjoy 🫶🏻

baji

- bastard would tease the shit out of you please-

- he would tie your hair up while you're watching some movies and gives kisses on your neck then gives gentle nips to bruise the skin

- his hand started to go under your skin that was covered in his shirt

- until he suddenly pulled away and you're like????

- "huh? what's wrong babe? you were expecting something?"

- if i were you i'll take the hair band and use it like a slingshot to aim at his face

mitsuya

- there's thoughts behind those lazy eyes.. and they're not too beneficial for you unfortunately

- you were cutting vegetables at the kitchen counter when he suddenly hugged you from behind

- mitsuya started to inhale your neck, giving a groan from the scent

- he also started panting, like breathing really quickly and loudly

- and suddenly he whispered "do you know where's the flour is?"

- "huh?"

- "the flour honey? mana and luna said they wanted to bake some cake?" he STILL whispered

- you shakingly said it's in the cupboard and then he's cheerfully saying thanks "😆", leaving you very confused in the kitchen

rindou

- he would not be too brave to tease you in real life, he's too shy plus he doesn't think he can.. contain.. himself..

- so he texted you saying something like..

- SOMETHING LIKE

- "babe do you think im tasty?" yeah you at work was perplexed seeing the text

- you blushed furiously "i mean.. i've only had it once rin.. so is that like an invitation for a second time or-?" you texted back

- mfs giggling for sure "what? but i haven't cooked for you before?" he texted back

- then he texted again "oh a typo. do you think my cook's tasty? woops sorry babe"

- you wanted to smash your head againts your desk "haitani..."

ran

- this little shit

- he offered to do some chores while you were cooking so he took the broom

- yeah, imagine those cartoons having lightbulbs on their head when they have ideas? yup, ran had that exact moment

- he was sweeping the floor while you remained oblivious, absorb in making dinner

- until he approached you and swiftly lifted you on the kitchen counter

- you almost, ALMOST wrapped your arm around his neck and your legs around his waist until he pulled away and continued sweeping

- you were sitting in the kitchen counter, very confused but frustrated as well

- i would honestly throw a spoon at his head 🧍

Sleepy Rindou is the Best Rindou

Content Warnings: mention of lingerie, Rindou is only slightly a perv but in the silly goose way, brief mentions of Bonten, Rindou calls you princess, neck kisses, cuddling

Edit: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT ON THIS <33 OMG I NEVER EXPECTED IT TO GET SO BIG!! IM WORKING ON A SANZU ENEMIES TO LOVERS SERIES, CHECK IT OUT IF YOUD LIKE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT <333

You had been lying on the luxurious couch of you and Rindou’s shared apartment for what felt like days awaiting his return. He had warned you about his less than peaceful job when you two became official. Rindou didn't give you details but it didn't take a genius to figure out what he did for a living to support the both of you. Almost a year into your relationship he asked you to move in and quit your job, his reasoning for this was ‘his princess deserves only the very best treatment’, you had laughed at this, declining to quit your job but agreeing to live with him. He was overjoyed at the thought and less than a week later your lease had ended and you began moving your things into his expensive flat. He had taken a few days off work to help you move in. Unpacking seemed tedious but Rindou made sure to make it fun due to the fact he finally had the time and attention that you usually didn't get because of his occupation. Rindou made sure that he was the one to unpack all your lingerie which made you less than amused. Unpacking everything you owned took almost a full week and Rindou knew as soon as he got back to Bonten’s Headquarters he would be swamped with work. Which meant overtime for him.

You felt guilt over this but he assured you that, ‘he would take an infinite amount of overtime if it meant he could hang out with you for a few days’. Here you are now, endlessly checking the clock which now reads 2:04 A.M. laying on the couch awaiting his arrival as the dinner you cooked sitting on the table gets cooler by the minute. You groaned getting up from your comfortable position on the couch to package up the food you and him were meant to eat tonight. As you were tin foiling the food you heard the jingle of keys and the click of the door opening. You smiled to yourself in relief knowing your lover got home safely another night, always on edge and anxiously awaiting his return due to his dangerous job. You heard tired footsteps slowly approaching. You turned your head till your eyes met a very tired Rindou, you tried to hide your giggle when you noticed his hair sticking up in different directions, his collared shirt unbuttoned, the dark circles under his eyes and his slouched posture. You turn your head back around to bring your focus back to packaging up the cold food but as you were about to greet him you felt warm hands snake their way around your waist and your back being pressed against his chest. You feel short kisses going up and down your neck and the ticklish feeling of his lips on your skin makes you let out a small laugh. While you're giggling you feel him smile against your neck which makes you turn around to face him, smiling. You look him in the eyes and take in just how tired he looks. You're both enjoying this silent peaceful moment of holding each other chest to chest when you take one of your hands that was wrapped around his torso and bring it up to his face where you trace your thumb over his cheekbone. He groans and leans into your touch and you use your other hand to lead him to the bed and set him there. He's now half asleep laying on the bed still fully dressed in his work clothes and the sight makes you hold in a laugh. Just as you're about to turn off the lights and go back to the kitchen to finish up your work he grabs your wrist and you let out a squeak when he pulls you down into bed and holds you tightly against his chest. You hear his tired deep voice rasp out a quiet “sleep well princess”. His deep voice makes your cheeks warm up as you do your best to hide it. You think he didn't notice this but he felt the way your face warmed up against his chest but fortunately for you, he's too tired to tease you about it so for now he will just pull you closer to his heart. He tucks your head under his chin while one of his hands is tracing lines up and down your back and the other arm is under your waist holding you close. Soothing nights like these with you, he will cherish till the end of time. His last thought before he dozes off is of you and how much overflowing love you both have for each other.

a/n: IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH I WANT BONTEN RINDOU SO BAD, also thank you for the support on my hanma and ran fics i really appreciate it and im glad yall enjoyed <3333

Satisfy

Content Warnings: MDNI! Dom!Rindou x SubFem!Reader, drinking and driving Fingering and driving ✓, small amount of degrading and praise, overstimulation, and unsafe driving ig

currently only thinking about rindou fingering you while hes driving <3 

one hand would be gripping your thigh, digging his nails into your skin hard enough to leave crescent marks and the other would be latched onto the wheel tightly as he slowly works his fingers toward your soaked panties, briefly brushing them against the growing sticky circle in the middle.

He’d stare at you, eyes hazy and clouded with lust, letting out a breathy raspy laugh when you spread your legs wider for him. 

“Fuckin’ slut” he laughs at you, causing your face to flush as you hold back a whimper.

his pace would go from really slow and tender to deep and fast, hitting all the right places. your little whines and moans would turn him on so bad. he would contemplate pulling over and fucking you in the drivers seat, but he would somehow keep his cool. he doesn’t stop until your pussy is a soaked mess, making the leather seats and his fingers covered in cum

“such a good girl, I bet this pussy was callin’ for me all day.” he sighs contently, continuing to rub circles against your clit, causing you to tremble and jolt through overstimulation. Hot and bothered you pleaded, “p-please rin”. He turned his focus to your eyes and after a moment, he pulled his hand away and sighed. “We’ll just have to wait to get home so you can satisfy me” he held your gaze before sending you a wink and stepping on the gas. 

a/n: please take this as an apology for dissapearing for a few months :(( im sorry, genuinley, i was struggling with a lot and now i got school but ill still try and write, and ill try to upload a few times a week! and for "perfect storm" Chapter 2 is coming soon! this time i mean it!! luv u all <3- honey

Silver Glint

Content Warnings: MDNI!! Dom!Character x Fem!Sub!Reader, LOTS of praise and degradation, Dacryphilia if you squint at baji's part, pre-established somnophilia for rindou, overstimulation, shower sex, and humilation, porn with no plot basically, this is so self insert its insane (see a/n at the end for context), not proof read, wrote it with my clit lowkey, SPREADING MY MONSTER HORSE COCK BAJI AGENDA!

Baji

Good luck keeping this menace AWAY from your titties

Always has to grab them claims they are good for stress relief

Call him old fashioned but this man's favorite position is missionary, whether it be watching your boobs bounce due to the force of his thrusts, to him rubbing your already sensitive nipples with his calloused hands and rough fingertips, or leaning down to nibble, suck, and lick at you 

You’re always a whiney, sniffly, teary eyed mess when he reaches inside you fully, making you turn into putty in his big hands that are creeping their way to toy with your piercing. Your moans are bouncing and echoing off the walls as he speeds up, going deeper and filling you to the hilt each time. You can't think or breathe- or do anything other than take what he is giving you. “Hnghh- Hah K-Keisuke, s-so big, so mmph- deep” your moans turn into whimpers as he abuses the spongy spot inside you. He couldn't help but leave trails of feather light kisses against your neck, in stark contrast to when he gets to your chest and leaves long lasting bite marks and hickies. “Yeah? C'mon be a good girl and fuck- s-squeezin me so tight baby” he cuts himself off when you clench around him because of the praise, “cum on whats yours pretty girl, yeah fuck there you go” he grunts out more praise while you reach your peak, watching closely  as your eyes cross. “Im gonna fuck you dumber on this dick- shit I love these tits” he groans as he leans down to swirl his tongue against your nipple. Ran

 LOOOOOVESS marking your chest up (and basically the rest of your body but especially your tits) 

 Everyone has to know that you belong to him and only him

 His favorite way to tease and rile you up is to start palming you through your shirt, kneading and lightly pinching at your nipples to hear you whine and get all worked up

You’re making Ran and yourself morning tea when you feel his warm hands snake their way around your waist as he leans his head down to lightly kiss your forehead. “G’mornin baby” he grumbles out in his deep morning voice, making you rub your thighs together. You almost feel bad for getting horny this fast because Ran notices every time. “Mmm? Somethin on your mind baby?” you can feel his breath fan across your neck, giving you goosebumps as he teases you. He wastes no time kneading his rough hands at your tits that were currently covered by his dress shirt. “Love it when you get all needy like this in the morning, ‘specially when you wear my shit- fuck” you can feel his length pressing against your lower back as he slightly grinds his hips against you. You close your eyes and whimper against the feeling of his hands when suddenly the stimulation is gone. You were about to argue when you felt him lifting you above his broad shoulder with ease, walking back into your shared bedroom. “I'm gonna take all the time that I need with you baby, s’ just us today, you're mine sweetheart” he rambled playfully with his rough voice, lightly tossing you on the bed. 

Rindou

 Doesn't matter if you're big or small, this man is a ‘tits’ guy through and mfing through! 

 Sleeps on your chest which he claims is heaven on earth, ends up having a wet dream about you and he wakes up to find you peacefully snoring away

 Rindou decides if his sleep shall be disrupted with the filthy images he conjured up in his mind about you, then it has to be the same for you

Rindou awakes with his heart beating rapidly in his chest, as his hair sticks to his forehead, only to remove the covers off himself to see a big wet sticky patch in the middle of his boxers. Shit, he thinks as he looks over at your peacefully sleeping form, his only next thought being fuck it, as he lightly lifts the cover off you as well, careful not to wake you. Knowing you weren't wearing a bra because he was sleeping soundly on your chest before he was rudely awakened by vulgar pornographic thoughts of you. The reminder of his dream shot blood straight into his dick. Equally as carefully he lifts your shirt and palms his growing hard on. Holy shit. No panties either. You truly were something else, he thinks, tracing feather light shapes onto your thighs, wanting to pull a reaction out of you in your unconscious state. Like an angel he thought, you hummed against his teasing. He traces his pointer finger on the inside of your thighs and you tremble against him. He decides on pinching slightly at your nipple and tapping lightly on your clit, and in your slumber, he still manages to pull little sounds outta you. God- Rindou thinks you're the cutest lil’ thing when you lean into his touches and whimper, you were his angel he thought, only his. 

Sanzu

 Be warned, once he finds out/ his first time seeing your piercings, this man goes absolutely feral for you

 He’s standing, and has you pinned against the wall with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his strong arms hold your legs up while he's absolutely drilling in you, and you just have to take it all, grabbing at the back of his neck and tangling your fingers in his the strands of pink hair

 He is absolutely zoned in on your boobs that are moving due to his thrusts while your own body betrays you and trembles in his hold,  from just how many times he made you cum

Its agonizing almost, how your legs are bent at a awkward angle to fit your boyfriend between your legs so he can fuck you, against your wall, over and over and over again, giving you no break time in between cumming all over his abdomen. You've lost track of how many orgasms he's pulled out of you- and at this point, you’re sure you've caused a small puddle of cum mixed with his own, to drip underneath you. “Fuuuuck '' he draws out “I can’t- hah- s-stop, you feel so good”, he growls in front of you, lulling his head back for a moment before speeding up making you squeal in pleasure. “C-Cant hah- fuck H-Haru please” your cries making the man exasperated. He was so lucky to have you all pretty like this, all fucked dumb for him, by him. “But pretty girl, look at how much this pussy loves me. Just shit- ngh- say you needed me like this- needed my fu-hah cock like this” he groans, “I think you have a few more in you princess”.  

Draken 

 When he find out about his angel sent from heaven girlfriend has nipple piercings he is absolutely SHOCKED to say the least, unconvinced by you when you told him

 You? Who wouldn't even hurt a fly? With a piercing, let alone nipple piercings?!

 Doesn't believe you, so you take it in your hands (literally) to prove it to him, as you lift your shirt, and flash him in all your glory

He ends his shift early and fucks you right then and there in the garage 

No one could have prepared Draken for today's events. He hadn't even been clocked in for too long to process the roller coaster of emotions you just put him through- confusion, denial and then shock, which is why you are in your current predicament, cheek pressed against the door to the small storage room in Draken and Inui’s motorshop. “Hah- fuck hun’ never realized my sweet girlfriend was a whore” he laughs at you. “Ngh- Mmph- n-not a whore” you whined before he grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing your back to knock against his chest as he slowed his thrusts to flip you around. “Yeah baby? Lemme look at you” too embarrassed to gaze back at him, you covered your face with both hands and he quickly grabs them to pin them above you, resuming his deep strokes. “Dont get shy on me now hun, let Inui hear how much of a hngh- whore you are, imagine what he’d think of sweet little ditzy you if he saw these.” He lets one hand trail to your tits so he can rub your nipples against his rough fingertips. 

Mikey

 No one can convince me that he isn't a ‘boob’ kinda guy like Rindou

 This man has absolutely no shame, doesn't care if he is in a meeting, he needs to be motorboated, Riding his bike? He doesn't care if he crashes, it'll be fine as long as he's got his head in the center of your tits, you're busy taking a shower? Don't worry! Mikey doesn't care he will hop in and do as he always does, put his head between your piercings that he can't get enough of

You've got your arms wrapped around his neck while he leaves hickies and bite marks on your chest, one hand toying and pinching your clit the other massaging your boob. “J-Jiro I need more” you whine as he sweeps his tongue against yours before pulling away. “Mmm, I hear ya sweet thing, you just gotta beg” he whispers lowly in your ear as the warm water hits you both. “Ngh- Manjiro c’mon” you whine and plead with him to give you what you want, this only makes him slow down to your dismay. “Beg”. You both knew he wasn't asking, he was demanding. Feeling the need to cum, you obey him. “M-Manjiro, please- please just fuck me Ah- please?” you beg, hoping he will listen to you, and to your relief he obliged, lining up his cock to your awaiting walls. Mitsuya 

 He’s a gentleman, or at least he tries to be

 But everytime he sees you bouncing on top of him, chasing your high, he cant help but get a little mean :((

 nibbles and tugs on them while he’s degrading you

You hardly see this side of him- the side of him that thrives off of humiliating you.  “Lookin’ like a bitch in heat- fuck- look at you baby, look at you ridin my cock like a whore” he laughs cruelly at your tear striken wobbly lipped face. “Aww c’mon baby, we both know you love this more than anything” he coos at you grabbing your hips and fucking himself much, much, deeper into you.

A/n: Im pullin an all nighter to finish some hw and shit and ended up writing fanfiction but anyways, as yall can probably tell, nipple piercings had to with this fic, thats cuz im getting mine in 6 days 😭, im so fucking nervous but excited, i needed to write this to hype myself up lowkey! wish me luck and feel free to leave constructive critism in the comments <3 thank you for reading :)

The Haitanis and the Death.

So... I think the Haitanis are cursed. A lot.

I mean,

they get into Tenjiku.

The leader died.

They get into Rokuhara,

THE LEADER DIED.

They get into BONTEN

THE LEADER KILLED HIMSELF!

Where they put the eyes they put the scythe.

(All the leaders hit the floor.)

Ran and Rindou at this point are like shinigamis watching every japan gang thinking: Ok brother, who's next?

(Same for Kakucho tbh. I hope he doesn't go with Takemichi...)

Can i request plantonic Haitani Brothers x lil sister reader (she is 6) and them just doting on her and cuddling and just beeing softies 💕💕💕

Sunshine

Haitani brothers x younger sister!reader

Hey! Thanks for requesting <3 this is such a cute idea. Since we don’t know anything about their parents, I just wrote whatever I envisioned lol

Having a younger sister was not an easy thing for the two delinquents. Their parents weren’t frequently at home, always working. And if they were home, they would only glance at them and ask how their day was. But even that wasn’t out of genuine curiosity. And the Haitani brothers weren’t free most of the time, watching after Roppongi and fighting others. But they wouldn’t change it for the world.

Gang fights, sleepless nights, business in Roppongi took a toll on them. They were stressed out and tired. But at the end of the day, whenever they got back home, they were always greeted by their six year old sister. She would always come running to the door with the biggest smile on her face, happy that her two favourite people are back. Sometimes she would greet them without anything, but most of the time she would run to them with a plate full of cookies or cupcakes that she baked with the babysitter that took care of her.

“Won’t you look at that.” Ran smiles and looks at Rindou. “Our sunshine was waiting for us, huh?”

She nods her head eagerly and extends her arms towards them, holding a plate of cookies. Ran takes the plate out of her hands with a soft smile.

“Thank you! These smell so good.”

“C’mere, angel.” Rindou lifts her up and hugs her tightly, spinning her around. They walked into (Y/N)’s bedroom and Rindou plopped onto her bed, while Ran put the cookies on the table and then joined them. She fell into the middle of them and they both hugged her. Ran was playing with her hair, while Rindou was looking at the ceiling, decorated with glow in the dark stars, thinking of what story he should tell her tonight.

Having a younger sister was something they didn’t think they’d enjoy at first. Especially Ran, since he had to take care of Rindou while they were growing up, and now he has to take care of her. But all of those thoughts flew out of the window the moment they saw her. They swore to protect her with their lives. The Haitani brothers would never let anything bad happen to their sunshine.

HELLO how are you?

wanna request a fic or scenario (what you prefer) of haitani brothers patching up reader not because they fight but because reader takes care of animals and they injure themselves a lot because the animals can be wild and scratch the reader

you don't need to write if confusing, thank if you do; have a good day!

Be careful next time

Hello!! I’m doing good and I hope you’re doing good as well^^ Thank you for requesting, this was fun to write. You didn’t specify if you wanted this to be romantic, or platonic so I didn’t really mention anything that would describe the relationship. So this can be platonic and romantic!

The Haitani brothers x gn!reader

“How dumb are you?” Ran sighs and looks you up and down. You hands, legs and face were bloody because of the scratches from the wild kittens you had found and saved. They were now dropped off to the vet for a check up.

Rindou was glaring at you behind his older brother, his death stare making shivers run down your spine. You look down to the ground in shame and clear your throat.

“I saved six kittens.” You clear your throat again and look up at the brothers who were staring you down, listening to what you have to say. It was kind of funny, because they looked like disappointed and concerned parents. “They were stuck and in need of urgent help, okay?! I had to do something, I couldn’t just let them be.”

“You could’ve called the vet or someone else.” Rindou rolls his eyes and takes out the med kit out of their bathroom shelf.

“Did you not hear what I just said, Rin? Urgent help. They needed to be saved as soon as possible.” You stick your tongue out. Ran motioned for you to stand up and you took his hint. You walked up to the sink and rinsed the wounds with water, while the brothers were looking for the gauze.

You then sat down on the side of the tub, while Rindou and Ran patched you up. The younger Haitani was bandaging your legs, while Ran was working on the arms. While they were doing that, they were also lecturing you about your recklessness. You were looking at them and smiling like an idiot. This was one more memory with them that you’ll never forget.

You were so glad you had the Haitani’s in your life.

Hello. Your platonic brother Haitani and sister reader was so cute. Can I ask headcanons with them at school and they see their sweet 6 years old sister popping in the empty classroom they're hanging out during lunch time. She wanted to see them and walked from her school to them (the school are 2 train stations apart. Thanks!

Shenanigans of the youngest Haitani

Thank you sm!<33

Haitani brothers x younger sister!reader

Fluff

Ran hits Rindou in the back of his head and grunts about how they can’t miss school again. Rindou just rolls his eyes and sits back on the chair of the classroom they were hanging out in. They were both angry at the world and pissed off at each other. Not only were they forced to go to school, they forgot to pack lunch and forgot to take money with them. And now they couldn’t beat anyone up for lunch money, because they surely will get thrown out of their school.

The Haitani brothers have been skipping a lot of classes and rarely showed up to school. The principal called their parents and threatened to expel them. That led to their parents screaming their heads off at the two brothers and causing a ruckus. Ran and Rindou had no choice, but to start going to school again. And, because of all the skipping, they had to write exam after exam and take a lot of tests. It was a headache and a nightmare.

Their sister started to feel lonely. She didn’t see her brothers anymore. Not even in the evening. They would sit in their room and study. And when they weren’t studying, they were running around Roppongi. And her days weren’t any better than theirs. Their parents yelled at her too for no reason at all. And her brothers weren’t there to comfort her! School was going bad too, since she was getting bullied by a couple of girls in her class.

That day she had enough. She left school without saying anything to the teacher (It wasn’t uncommon, she usually left alone, or sometimes her babysitter would accompany her). She just had to think of something. What could she possibly say to her brothers to justify what she was doing right now? She was walking towards their school, which was way farther than hers. Thought luckily after twenty minutes of walking, she bumped into her babysitter walking with her friends. That escalated to the babysitter grabbing the little girls hand and walking besides her, leaving her friends behind.

She was listening to (Y/N) vent about how she misses her brothers and how they were giving her none of their time.

“Y’know. I can give you some of the cupcakes we baked yesterday! I packed them for lunch, but I already ate with my friends. You can give them to your brothers. That could justify as a reason for why you came to see them, right?” The older girl let go of her tiny hand and searched for a little box, packed with six cupcakes and gave them to (Y/N). “We’re here. I’ll wait for you outside, okay? And then we can walk back home.”

(Y/N) ran into the school, looking for her two older brothers. Which were found in an empty classroom, sitting alone and glaring at each other. Their souls almost left their bodies after seeing their six year old sister in their school. Ran quickly stood up, the chair he was sitting on falling behind him, and grabbed (Y/N)’s hand softly.

“What are you.. How did you even get here?!” Rindou stood up as well, his heart racing.

“Don’t worry! (Babysitter’s name) walked with me! I was having a bad day and missed you two. You weren’t spending time with me at all this past week!” She pouted. “Oh and here! Cupcakes we baked yesterday. They’re really good!” She handed Ran the box.

And as much as they wanted to be mad at her, their crumbling stomach spoke otherwise. They knew that they were ignoring their sister for way too long. They engulfed her in a big hug and promised to give her as much attention as possible, once they were back home.

Ride or die

Platonic!Haitani brothers x gn!reader, slight Sanzu x reader. Izana, Kakucho and Mikey are mentioned. This is around 3k words

“What happens if one of us dies?”

“If I’m being honest. I think if one of us dies the other two would follow.”

“Right to the grave?”

“Yeah.”

PLEASEEE READ THE WARNINGS: drugs, guns, death, angst no comfort, no happy ending, addiction to drugs, overdose, curse words, slightly sexual themes? Like mentioned one time I think. This is just rough. I’m not too happy with how this was written but it has a lot of dark and heavy themes. Mentions of religion, atheism. Mental health problems. Mentions of abuse from family members. Mentions of suicide. Parts with the italic font are memories from the past.

“Growing up poor was shit. The ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ was also a shit joke that probably a middle class person came up with. Maybe they were even rich? Because surely a poor person would never say something that dumb. What could be even shittier you might ask? Growing up with two drug addicts that always forgot they even had a kid.” Your fingers tap on the metal table in front of you. “For a couple of years I grew up completely alone. At the age of four I already knew how to cook myself something I could call meal and knew how to take care of myself. I thought that I didn’t need anyone else and I could be fine with being alone. But it got.. lonely after a while I guess.” A pen clicking and then touching a paper sounded way louder than it usually did. Probably because the room was nearly empty. And cold. It was very cold. It reminded you of a place you once called home.

“When did you meet the Haitani brothers?” The woman sitting in front of you pushes her glasses up and clicks her pen a few times. You smile slightly and lean your head back.

“I was six. We met in a playground. I ran away from home, because my parents went batshit crazy and started throwing plates at me. It was nothing new, but still. I always felt safer when I left that house. So I ran out every time something bad happened and came back when I knew that they would be asleep.”

Crocodile tears were running down your face, while you were running away from your parents. Your small palms reached your cheeks as you tried to wipe them off. And as you finally reached the safest place you knew of, you fell flat on your but and then laid down on the grass. The sky seemed so peaceful. Clouds looked like boats, sailing around the blue waters of the sky. And as you took in the beauty of your surroundings, you didn’t notice the two boys coming up to you, until they laid down next to you. One on each side.

“Hey. You okay?” One of them asks and you quickly snap your head to the side, your eyes meeting his.

“Yeah. Fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it.” The other boy states as they both stare at you. “I’m Rindou. And that’s my older brother Ran.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Hm.” The woman hums and keeps on writing. “You know I’m trying to help you right? I need to give you as much information as possible. Otherwise you know what’s waiting for you.” She sniffles and straightens her posture, trying to look as professional as possible. “You all did horrible crimes. But before talking about that, I need to know about how it all lead up to that. Maybe you have any mental illnesses you don’t know of yourself. So tell me everything. Every little detail you can remember.”

“What if I don’t remember much?” You stare right at her, making her uncomfortable.

“Tell me what you remember, (L/N) (Y/N).”

“Hold my hand c’mon, (Y/N)!” Rindou yells and you grab onto his extended hand. “Move your fucking ass faster! They’re right behind us.” The both of you take quick turns, trying to mislead the cops. Growing up in Roppongi meant that the three of you knew the streets quite well. It seemed like you had it all mapped out in your head. So it wasn’t like it was too hard to run away. But in this moment it was, since you got shot in the leg.

“I can’t, Rin. Shit I can’t feel my fucking leg, how do you want me to fucking run?!” You yell right back at him and suddenly he lifts you up and throws you onto his shoulder, mumbling “c’mon, c’mon please” under his breath. A car stops right in front of you and Rindou thanks whatever gods that Ran wasn’t high out of his mind and actually came to help the both of you out. He opened the door and laid you down onto the backseat before hopping into the car himself.

“They’re bleeding.” Rindou shouts at Ran and Ran’s knuckles turn white as he grabs even harder onto the steering wheel.

“They’ll be fine.” He tries to convince himself and his younger brother at the same time. “We just need to reach Izana. He’ll help us out.”

“Stop.” The woman interrupts you. “Who is the Izana you’re speaking of?”

“He was a well known delinquent that led his own ‘kingdom’ as he liked to call it. It was a gang full of strong delinquents that took over Tokyo fast.” You smile, remembering the white haired short man. He always held a sweet spot in your heart with his scarred friend Kakucho.

“When was the last time you spoke to him?”

“Five years ago.”

“Why did the two of you stop talking to each other?” The psychiatrist asks while writing down the information that you told her. “You were smiling while talking about him. That means you cared, or maybe even still care about him. So why haven’t you spoken in such a long time. Of course, besides the fact that you’ve been in prison for a year.”

“He died.” She was shocked with your answer, but quickly cleared her throat and resumed to her stoic facial expression.

“Who killed him?”

“Some random dude I’ve never heard of.”

“Did he help you then. With your leg?”

“Yes. He had a medic on his team, that dropped out of med school. But he had good knowledge of what he was doing.”

Ran grabs the small bag that contained white powder from your hands and poured it onto the table. “If we continue on with this.. We’re gonna be rich!” He smirks as he looks down at the backpack laying on the cold cement floor of the basement. The bag was full of all kinds of drugs. Half of them you were hearing about for the first time. You didn’t know how Ran got ahold of them, but you didn’t care. The pill you took twenty minutes ago was doing wonders and you didn’t want to think of anything else. You all could enjoy yourselves with the drugs you owned and get money from selling them. Could it get any better than that?

“Man.” Rindou stretches as he was sitting on the ground in an uncomfortable position for a while now. “I don’t know what I took, but fuck did it make me not only high, but also horny as hell.” He groans. “I could really go get my dick wet right now.” You and Ran laugh at Rin’s statement and you lean your head backwards, staring into the ceiling which was full of cracks and ugly posters that only God himself knew where Rindou got them from. You grimace as you take in the naked women in some of them. They looked worn out.

“What if someone came on one of the posters here and now it’s on our ceiling.” You ask and both of the brothers look at you confused and grossed out.

“Man your high thoughts are fucking wack.”

“So that’s where it all started?”

“Yeah.” You lick your lips. “We took a bite out of the forbidden apple and enjoyed ourselves way too much. This was the first time we got so much cash. So we thought that this was the most perfect idea ever. Selling and doing drugs, and also getting so much cash? Fucking amazing, right? That’s how it felt at that moment. But I should’ve known.. I saw how my parents turned out. I know I should’ve stopped them at that moment. But it all felt so.. right.” You sigh. “I never cared about myself. I could’ve ended up in a ditch dead. I didn’t care. But I cared about them. I cared about them so fucking deeply, y’know? They were my first actual family. And I felt happy with them. I actually felt fulfilled with joy. I smiled whenever I was with them, I laughed, I felt at home. At peace. Thought at night time, I prayed.”

“Why?” The woman whispered. Without even noticing she fell deep into your story. Never really heard anything like that before probably. She looked young. If you had to guess, she probably just finished university and this was her first serious job.

“I was scared. I don’t even remember if I actually believed in God. But I begged Lord to forgive the Haitani’s and I for our sins. We did what we had to do to survive. And I hope Lord knows that. I.. I don’t know what awaits after death. But I can tell you that I fear it. I fear the unknown.” You look at the floor of the small room. It really reminded you of the basement that everything happened in. “I stopped praying after a while. Maybe a year after we started doing what we did. I thought that no matter what, no matter how much I begged and prayed it wouldn’t help anymore. We were in too deep.”

“How many people did you think you killed at that point?”

“After the first year? Hm..” your fingers tapped on the table once again, as you were deep in thought. “I think I killed around two people. But combined with the brothers.. There were around nine victims. The drugs messed with our brains. And we.. I don’t think we fully understood what was going on. At least I didn’t. It all felt like a dream, or… or a movie.”

“How did you feel when you killed your first victim?” Her fingers were shaking slightly, showing that she was nervous.

“I.. I felt scared. But I had to do it. Otherwise that would’ve been Ran. The guy pushed his gun right in the middle of Ran’s forehead. So I grabbed the metal pipe that was laying next to me and hit as many times as I had to.”

“Uhm. I have to tell you this, (L/N). But your parents want to come to court next week. To see you and hear what sentence you’ll get. Do you want me to tell them anything? Do you have a message?”

“Tell them that they can go fuck themselves.”

Different colours of dim lights were flashing around in some jocks trashy house. There were empty bottles of disgusting and cheap beer, vodka, champagne. There were also all kinds of different substances on the ground and you tried to not step on any of it. Fuck knows what the hell even was all of that. People were making out, grinding on each other, some were even actually having sex not caring about all of the people around them. Some remix of a random song you have never even heard of was blasting throughout the whole house. You take a look around and finally spot who you were looking for. With a smirk you plop down on the couch in the middle of both brothers. Trying not cringe at the thought of what happened on this couch before all of you showed up. Rindou was smoking a joint while Ran had white powder around his nose. You let out a sigh and grab a baggie of pills from the bag laying on the ground near Ran’s feet. You take the two pills without caring what kind they were and put them in your mouth, below the tongue, waiting for them to melt. “It’s ecstasy.” Rindou whispers into your ear and you just nod, too lost in your thoughts to answer. Suddenly a boost of confidence hits you and you felt so close to the pair sitting next to you. Closer then ever before. A feeling of happiness and relaxation took over your body and you started to feel free. Smiling to yourself, you look at Ran and Rindou, and close your eyes for a while.

It felt so, so peaceful. For once in your life you felt okay.

“So that was the start of your addiction to ecstasy?”

“Yeah. And also all kinds of other drugs.” You nod and take a look at her name tag. Dr. Fudo. “It felt nice to forget about everything happening. It was almost.. euphoric I guess. The drugs made me feel free. And it messed with my memory. So it made me feel like this was the only appropriate escape from the horrors happening around me.”

“So you were high most of the time all of this was happening?”

“Yup. Also almost overdosed a couple of times though. Ran just found me at the right time and saved my life I guess.” You look to the side and stare at the ugly walls. “I beat myself up for it every day. The both of them saved me so many times without even knowing, but I couldn’t save them.”

“Were you in a romantic relationship with either Haitani Ran, or Haitani Rindou?” She puts down her pen on the table and crosses her arms on her chest, leaning backwards until her back hits the chair.

“No.”

“Were you in a romantic relationship with anyone during this timeline?”

“Yes.”

“What was his name?”

“He called himself Sanzu.”

“What happened to him?” Fudo grabbed the pen once again and put it near the paper laying on the table.

“He overdosed.”

“Dude, shut the fuck up.” You laugh and hit Haru in the chest while laughing. The world seem quiet. The only two sound you heard were the voices of you and Sanzu Haruchiyo. You had met him on accident. He was buying drugs from Rindou and you walked in on them. The three of you talked for a while, before Rindou had to leave to sell some more drugs which left just the two of you. You hit it off easily and it just felt right. If anyone had to guess they would’ve thought that you and Sanzu were best friends and not some strangers that only met like fifteen minutes ago. Sanzu called it fate. Said you were his soulmate.

“Nah, I’m saying the truth.” He giggled and kissed the top of your head. “The fucker pissed his pants and was just laying on top of the couch, talking to his crush like nothing happened.” Sanzu took a hit from the joint between his lips.

You laugh even harder. And push your back against Sanzu’s chest, trying to get into a more comfortable position. The both of you were on top of some random building, popping all kinds of pills and getting high together, making out, talking about your life stories. The Haitani brothers made you feel at home. They were your family. Sanzu on the other hand made you feel good in other ways. He never judged you for anything and always beat up the people who just looked at you weird. He fit well into your group and the brothers took him in with open arms. Sanzu was now a part of your little family.

“I love you, (Y/N). I hope you know that.” Sanzu leans down and touches your lips with his.

“How did his death make you feel?”

“I wanted to kill myself. Almost tried. But the brothers mattered to me too much, I couldn’t leave them. So I just started doing even more drugs. I tried to forget about him, but he just haunted me no matter what I did. He still haunts me in my dreams sometimes even after three years.”

“The cops found three of the bodies.” Rindou punches the wall and lets out a series of curses. Ran was pulling his hair and keeping his head low, trying to think of anything.

“Let’s just run away.” You quickly butt in. “Let’s grab our shit and leave. Mikey said he has a place for us, right? He wanted us to join him so let’s just fucking go.”

“They’re right.” Ran stands up. “Let’s pack our shit and go as soon as possible.”

But before you could even do much the door of your apartment was kicked down and yelling could be heard. You duck and hide behind the table of your kitchen.

“I don’t remember much of that day. Maybe because I was high. Or maybe it was the adrenaline and fear I felt. I just remember screams. I remember Rindou getting shot first because he tried to shoot a police officer. Then I heard Ran cry. I think it was the first time ever I saw Ran cry. It was terrifying. I..” you take a deep and shaky breath. “I’ll never forget the scream he let out. Rindou meant the world to him. I don’t know why Ran got shot. They never told me.”

“He grabbed the gun laying and the floor and also tried to shoot.”

“Oh.”

Cameras were flashing everywhere as you were being led out of court. Yells of different paparazzi could be heard even inside the building.

“(L/N) (F/N) is it true that you got a death penalty for all of the crimes you, Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani committed?”

You just smile and keep on walking.

“What happens if one of us dies?” Y/N tilts their head to the side slightly and looks at Ran, laying right next to them. It was a chilly autumn day, the park they were at was empty - people were getting ready for the upcoming cold days, working to make sure that they and their families would stay safe and warm.

“I don’t think anyone would mourn any of us. We’re nothing to everyone else. Only a burden.” Ran smirks as if this didn’t cause a pang in his chest. If he could, he would do everything differently. He would make sure that his brother and you had different lives. He just wanted you two to be happy. To make actual good memories instead of whatever this was. He hopes that in another life all of you can be happy together.

“I would mourn you. I hope you’d mourn me too.” You let out a sigh and grab his hand with yours.

“If I’m being honest. I think if one of us dies the other two would follow.”

“Right to the grave?”

“Yeah. Right to the grave.”