#rindou

It was supposed to be taken as a joke, something controversial in a room amongst men, locker room talk if you would. Unfortunately for him and the rest of his team, Bonten didn’t see it that way. What was said wasn’t important, but the intent behind it was enough to make them hostile. And Kaiju would soon realize it too late despite no one laughing on that side of the room. If anything, the room grew colder. No matter who you looked at, venom consumed their gazes, a deathly aura building from their leader all the way to the advisors. The only reason no one reached for their gun, mowing them down in an array of bullets, was because you didn’t hear the disrespectful comment. 

All gazes shifted over to you briefly, sitting pretty in your little area they set up just for you. They liked having you close by, even during something so mundane as a meeting, watching you happily paint your nails or open up all the shiny new trinkets they bought you. Kaiju should count themselves lucky that you had headphones on, blissfully listening to music, not a care in the world.

And it was going to stay that way. 

By now, the dumbasses before them caught on to their grave error. Especially when Sanzu made a show of santuring over to you upon Mikey’s silent request, swiftly gathering you in his arms and carrying you to the head of the table. You squealed slightly in surprise, headphones slipping off your ears in the process as you held on to the pink-haired gangster, confused smile on your face. “Haru! You scared me!~” 

“Sorry, doll. Boss wants ya to sit right here.” Sanzu gently sets you down on your awaited throne, Mikey having made room by scooting his chair back, welcoming you with open arms. 

Still confused though not complaining, you merely shrugged before making yourself comfortable, snuggling more into the leader before putting your headphones back on. Mikey held you possessively, arms locked around you like a shield, placing a small kiss to your forehead. Message was sent; message soon received. 

Kaiju’s leader began blubbering out more excuses, reprimanding his subordinate in the same breath for saying such a thing about Bonten’s trophy wife–

Guns are drawn instantly and zeroed in on every last one of them. Stunned to horrified silence, as were his underlings, they all stood frozen in fear as they stared down multiple barrels in every angle. Koko scoffed, “You must got a death wish, huh?” 

“She’s no trophy, have some goddamn respect,” Mochi added, earning a sardonic chuckle from Ran. 

“Big ask from idiots who have none. Couldn’t even bother to show up on time, now they wanna make jabs at our [_____]. I say we’ve been more than courteous, wouldn’t you agree, otouto?” 

“Tsk. Let’s just waste ‘em. We’d be doing the streets a favor.” 

“Great idea,” Sanzu and Takeomi answered in unison, the former sounding twice as eager. 

The only ones placid were Kakucho and Mikey, one quietly observing whilst the other made sure you remained ignorant to the situation, angling you in his lap to where you were practically straddling him, phone still in hand as you watched a music video your favorite k-pop group dropped recently. The only sounds in the room were the panicked breathing of Kaiju and your melodic humming to the song. Mikey patted your head, satisfied that you were still your happy self. If any of those bastards made your smile drop even a centimeter, he would have their bodies fed to the dogs. With a small sigh, he and Kakucho eventually made eye contact. Then, he gave a small nod. “You were right. Should’ve killed them after that shitty presentation. Handle it.” 

Kakucho gave a curt nod, then signaled for Kaiju to be apprehended. With guns still aimed at them, leaving them no choice but to grovel for mercy, the Haitanis along with Mochi and Takeomi forced them to march out of the room, and to their inevitable deaths, not wanting to startle you with the sight of bloodshed so early in the morning.

Sanzu was already dialing up reinforcements to help with cleanup and disposal, face beaming as he practically skipped out of the room. Kakucho gave one last look to you, then Mikey, then politely bowed before closing the door behind him on his way out. You jumped slightly, the song ending right when the door slammed shut, making you lift one of your headphones and look around in shock.

“Oh, is the meeting over already?” 

Mikey reached up to thumb your lower lip, then reached up to playfully pinch your cheek. You grinned, gently swatting him away, so oblivious to the men you inadvertently sent to their demise all to protect that very smile. The former blonde shook his head, leaning on the armrest to rest his chin atop his knuckles. “No. Ended up being a waste of time. Don’t think you would’ve liked them.” 

You chortled. “Doesn’t matter if I like them. It’s your business, silly.” 

“Mm, you are our business, angel. And we like you more.”

“what?”

“i said don’t go rambling—”

“i heard what you said,” rindou cut you off.

“then why did you say what as if you didn’t hear me?”

“because— you know what, never mind!”

“no, tell me!”

rindou sat in the driver side quietly, taking out his phone and scrolling through his socials and scratching his neck which was covered in thick cloth.

“rinnie,” you cried, “talk to me, please!”

“don’t call me that..”

“well, answer me! don’t give me the silent treatment right now!”

rindou remained quiet, not saying a word. you couldn’t believe he was throwing a silent tantrum over a sweater, but you’d probably be bitchy too if he made you wear something that you didn’t like just to meet his family’s standards or expectations.

you didn’t know what else to do other than climb over and sit on his lap and that’s exactly what you do.

“what are you doing?” rindou questioned, confused as to why you were climbing over the seat.

“getting you to talk to me!”

“sitting on my lap all sexy and shit isn’t going to work on me,” he said. he lied because it always works no matter the circumstances. he always falls for your charm no matter how pissed he is.

after getting comfortable on his lap, you grabbed his face — squishing his cheeks together and causing his lips to poke out. “i get it, i really do,” you said softly, rubbing his cheeks with your thumb. “i understand that i’m making you do something that you’re not comfortable with and i apologize.. just bare with them for a few hours? for me, please?”

rindou then sighed deeply, looking out the tinted window of his car and pouting. “you’re lucky you’re so hot..” he whispered.

you giggled, grabbing his face once again. “you’re the best,” you said, kissing his lips. without even knowing or trying to, you began grinding your hips down on his lap and causing his cock to swell in his pants.

he groaned as you did so, “do that again...” he says.

“do what?” you questioned, completely lost on what he was getting at. he suddenly grabbed your waist and moved your hips back and forth on his shaft. “but we’re in the driveway of my parents house!” you said, concerned that if you continued, someone will see you because it is a family reunion after all.

“don’t care,” rindou said, smashing his lips against your own. “besides, you owe me for bringing me here. i think i deserve something, yeah?”

he started kissing your jaw and your neck and you couldn’t help but melt as he kissed you. “please— no hickies!” you breathed.

rindou’s eyes glanced up at you. you could tell just by how he was staring at you that having no hickies was out of the question. he had to mark you up in some sort of shape or fashion.

he rolled his eyes and grumbled when you pinched his shoulder causing him to bite down on your shoulder. you winced at the pain of him biting you… you just knew you had a bite mark and a few hickies and you were going to make him pay for it in the worst way — with love, of course.

you started back grinding your hips down on him, causing him to squeeze your waist. “keep doin’ that, yeah— like that.” he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe.

rindou large hands then started groping and squeezing your boobs. he could feel how firm and hard they were through the fabric, so he lifted up your blouse — revealing your lacy bra and pulling your bra down to reveal the boobs he loves so much.

“shit,” he mumbles as he stares at your chest in awe. you then covered up your chest in embarrassment and he chuckles — you’re so damn cute.

“does your daddy know what a huge slut you are for me?”

“rinnnn!” you sobbed. still hiding your chest all while still grinding your hips down on him. it’s a sight that rindou wish he can burn into his brain for life; seeing you all wrecked like this and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“you’re trying to paint this picture perfect image for him, but you’re currently getting wrecked in his driveway.” rindou sneers, removing your hands from your chest.

“you’re so hot,” rindou says as he rubs the globe of your ass, slightly squeezing and smacking it as you moved your hips back and forth.

rindou was determined to have you cummin within a few more seconds, but he couldn’t have guessed how things turned around on him.

rindou came in his pants without even realizing it until the more you moved your hips on him, the more he felt a damp spot. he knew something was off, so he stilled your movements.

“what’s wrong?” you asked.

within seconds, rindou’s face was as red as a tomato and so was his ears. “i— i think—”

“oh my god! wait, did you cum?”

rindou nodded his head slowly and you slapped your hands over your mouth, gasping as you were surprised. you thought you’d be the first to cum, but you guess luck was on your side this time.

“man, stop bein’ dramatic…” rindou snapped and you started laughing.

“that’s what you get for biting me so hard and giving me hickies after i said no hickies!” you giggled.

rindou smacked his lips together, “whatever, let’s just go inside and get this dumb shit over with.”

as rindou tried shifting in his seat, you stopped him. “aht, aht! there’s no way we’re going in there like this! we’re going home.”

“what about your dad? what will he say about you ditching this family reunion?” rindou questioned, drawing circles on your thighs.

you shrugged your shoulders and waved your hand. “don’t worry, i’ll deal with him. i wanna go home and finish what we started.” you said with a seductive smirk on your pretty face. “this time, you’ll have a reason to wear that turtleneck after i’m done with you.”

rindou smiles and starts chuckling, “girl, you’ll break your poor daddy’s heart,” he said, leaning in to seal the deal with a kiss on your soft pouty lips.

as the two of you were kissing each other, you didn’t see your family member up against the car peeping through the tinted window. “there is someone in here!!!” they said loudly, scaring you and rindou both.

“y/n! is that you?!” they asked, “girl— get out the car! your mom and dad are expecting you and did you bring that new boyfriend of yours?”

you and rindou were as quiet and still as a mouse. not moving or saying anything as the family member continued to peep through the window.

“i know what to do,” they finally said, “i’ll go get your dad, he’ll know how to get the two of you out of that car!”

the family member began walking off and rindou wasted no time turning on the engine, putting the car in reverse and hauling ass out of there with you still in his lap with one arm wrapped around your waist.

“holy— you’re fucking insane!!!” you shouted, the adrenaline getting you more turned on and excited.

he came to a red light and stopped, “you said you wanted to go home and finish what we started, so we’re going home!” he said, nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

rindou and y/n were best friends. the kind that did everything together—eating, studying, sleepovers, movie marathons. the kind that talked about sex like it was just another tuesday. casual. effortless. harmless.

but they had never crossed that line.

until one afternoon.

y/n: rin, come over. need ur help w something lol

rindou: ok. omw. u want food on the way?

y/n: nah, got leftovers here.

rindou: alright. see u.

ten minutes later, the door to y/n’s apartment swung open. nothing surprising. rindou had a key of his own at this point.

“riiiiin… come here,” her voice rang out, laced with a whine.

rindou strolled into her bedroom, hands in his pockets, only to freeze at the sight before him.

y/n. sprawled across her bed. sheets barely covering her. skin flushed. hair a mess. breathing just a little too uneven.

yeah. she just fucked someone.

rindou swallowed. hard. not that he hadn’t seen her naked before—because let’s be honest, their friendship had long since left the realm of normal—but this? this was different. this was post-sex. this was…

“yo, what’s up?” he asked, forcing himself to sound unaffected.

y/n patted the bed beside her. “rin, come.”

his jaw ticked. he walked over but didn’t sit. “what is it this time?”

she huffed, pushing her hair back. “so… i just had someone over—”

“yeah, no shit,” rindou deadpanned.

“listen!!” she whined again. “so… i need your help with something. it’s… it’s okay if you don’t want to, but you’re the only one i trust, y’know?”

rindou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “yeah, yeah. just spit it out.”

y/n’s face twisted in frustration. “i’m so fucking annoyed. this guy just—ugh. he came too much on me, and i want it out. like now.”

rindou exhaled sharply. “so what do you want me to do?”

y/n looked up at him, lips parting, voice breathy when she said—

“fuck me. i don’t know!!! just help me get it out of me.”

rindou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “on your back.”

y/n shifted but paused. “wait. we’re not actually gonna fuck, right? just… y’know, you have to make the cum come out, so yeah.”

rindou nodded. “mhm.”

y/n laid back like he asked, pushing the sheets off her. rindou pulled his shirt over his head, then unbuttoned his jeans, but there was something almost hesitant about the way he did it—like he was still wrapping his head around the situation. y/n propped herself up on her elbows, watching him.

then, out of nowhere, rindou leaned in and kissed her.

her brows furrowed slightly, lips parting against his. “rin… you just… you just need to… no need for this.”

but she still kissed him back. it’s not like this was their first kiss or anything.

rindou pulled back just enough to mumble, “oh. s-sorry. i thought i had to, um… prep you first?”

y/n blinked, then chuckled. “oh. alright, i guess this isn’t bad.”

apparently, that was all the confirmation rindou needed because he dipped back down, this time kissing along her neck, slow and careful, like he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing—but the soft little sighs y/n let out told him he was doing just fine.

“rin… ugh…”

he swallowed hard. her moans sounded… different when they were for him.

when he was satisfied (or maybe just too flustered to keep going), he shifted, positioning himself between her legs, one of them resting over his shoulder.

“don’t go all in,” y/n reminded him, voice still breathy. “just… help me make it come out.”

rindou nodded quickly. “okay…”

his tip pushed against her entrance, sliding in just slightly as he moved at an almost careful pace.

“shit, y/n…”

after a few shallow thrusts, she exhaled. “is it working?”

rindou bit his lip, brows knitting together. “i… i don’t think so. should i go slightly deeper?”

“yes, please do.”

his breath hitched. he pushed in halfway, trying to focus—really trying—but fuck, she felt too good. the tight warmth, the way her walls clenched around him…

a shaky groan slipped past his lips before he could stop it, so he buried his face against her neck, hoping she wouldn’t notice just how much this was getting to him.

rindou kept going, one hand gripping her waist, the other bracing against the mattress beside her head. his breath was ragged, his pace relentless. “fuck, y/n… so this is how tight you are?”

y/n chuckled, tapping his back. “rin, i think it’s already out.”

but rindou wasn’t listening. he was too far gone, too drunk on the way she felt wrapped around him.

“rin…” she called again, but it was useless. instead of slowing down, he buried himself deeper, his thrusts turning rough, fast—skin slapping against skin in a way that left no room for restraint. he went all the way in. there was no going back now. he was fucking his best friend.

his fingers curled around her wrists, pinning her down. y/n moaned, arching into the pleasure. “rin… shit, you’re going too fast. slow down—”

but rindou wasn’t in the mood to listen. his mind was blank, consumed only by the feeling of her. before she could protest, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, pushing back inside with no warning. a sharp gasp left her lips as he fucked her harder, his hands gripping her arms, keeping her exactly where he wanted.

“shit, y/n, your pussy is so fucking good… should’ve fucked you before.”

suddenly, her phone rang.

rindou barely faltered, but he did release her arms, settling his hands on her waist instead. “answer it.”

y/n hesitated, then reached for her phone, swiping the screen. putting it on speaker, she assumed rindou’s brother needed something. “r-ran…?”

ran’s voice came through the speaker, casual. “hey, y/n. you with rindou right now?”

before y/n could respond, rindou snatched the phone from her hand. “what do you want?” he sounded breathless, impatient—still moving inside her.

“mom said you need to come home. she made dinner.”

rindou groaned, long and low, hips snapping into y/n without missing a beat.

ran went silent. then—

“are you guys fucking right now?”

rindou smirked. “yeah. so fuck off. tell mom i’ll be home soon.” he hung up before ran could say another word, tossing the phone aside.

without warning, he grabbed y/n, pulling her up until her back was against his chest. one hand slid up to her throat, fingers curling slightly, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. the other pinned her wrists behind her back as he fucked into her, deeper, harder.

y/n’s body trembled from the intensity. “rin… fuck, so good…”

“yeah?” he panted, voice rough. “better than the guy you had earlier?”

she nodded eagerly, too lost in the pleasure to think.

rindou suddenly leaned in, licking a slow stripe up her neck before capturing her lips in a deep, messy kiss—tongues tangling, teeth grazing, her fingers twisting into his hair as she moaned into his mouth.

“rin… i’m gonna cum. shit, ugh—”

“me too, y/n… fuck! love your pussy...”

the pleasure crashed over her, her whole body shaking as she came hard around him. rindou didn’t stop—he was chasing his own high, desperate for release. when y/n’s body went limp, falling forward onto the mattress, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look at him.

a few more brutal thrusts, and then—

“shit… shit!!!! ugh—”

rindou groaned as he came inside her, hips jerking, thrusts turning sloppy as he milked every last drop before finally pulling out and collapsing beside her.

y/n, still on her stomach, lifted herself just enough to crawl onto his chest, resting her head there. rindou’s arm lay lazily across the bed, completely spent.

she huffed. “i can’t believe you came inside me. you fucked me for nothing.”

rindou smirked, eyes still half-lidded. “then i’ll fuck it out of you again. at least this time, it’s my cum.”

y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “then it’s gonna be never-ending sex.”

rindou shrugged. “i don’t mind.”

she poked his side playfully, then sighed. “didn’t know you were a good fuck.”

rindou smirked. “you never asked.”

y/n bit her lip, glancing up at him. “…then let’s do it more often.”

rindou’s eyes darkened with interest, and just like that, they went for another round—completely forgetting about dinner at the haitani household.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

the walk home felt longer than usual. maybe it was the lingering exhaustion, or maybe it was the fact that his body still felt sensitive from earlier. either way, rindou was drained—but satisfied.

he pushed open the front door, stepping inside with a low sigh. “i’m home.”

from the dimly lit living room, ran’s voice greeted him. “you better come up with a good excuse to mom for coming home this late, or she’s gonna beat your ass.” he chuckled. “dinner’s on the table. just heat it up.”

“okay.” rindou’s response was flat as he made his way into the kitchen, too tired to care.

he barely had the microwave open when he sensed ran following him.

“was the sex that good you went on for hours?”

rindou didn’t even flinch, grabbing a plate. “yeah. best fuck i’ve ever had.” his voice was still painfully plain—too casual, as if he were talking about the weather.

ran hummed, leaning against the counter. he watched rindou for a moment before snorting. “y’know… if you didn’t make a move, i was gonna hit her up myself. that girl is so pretty. literally my type.”

rindou’s grip on the plate tightened slightly.

ran smirked. “man, i knew you had the hots for her. even before you did, but you were just too fucking slow.”

rindou exhaled through his nose, finally looking up. “fuck off. she’s off-limits now.”

ran chuckled, completely unbothered. “as if i care about that.”

and with that, he strolled out of the kitchen, leaving rindou scowling as he heated up his food.

‘hey, i haven’t seen you around these parts.’

practically about to roll your eyes for nth time tonight, you really couldn’t just enjoy your drink on your own without some guy breathing down your neck.

thinking back to how your friends said, ‘this’ll be a fun opportunity to meet new people.’ you argued with them that going to your local club where you had already known everyone was more than enough.

'that's the thing! we need to get out there and get with people we don't know, do you know how boring it is to get with the guy who has a small fry dick?'

smiling to yourself, you slowly remembered the position that you were in.

releasing a heavy sigh, you turned around from the bar and faced the guy, leaning back on the counter as you mentally prepared yourself for how this could go - knowing a man.

yet, the guy looked kinda worth talking to. had a a crazy haircut of a mullet and his violet eyes only seemed to bore into your soul. he had that loser look to him, that was totally your taste.

maybe entertaining him won’t be so bad, you thought to yourself.

‘well are you just gonna stare at me, or give me an answer.’ with the way he had phrased it you would have thought he wasn’t even asking at this point.

damn, you were caught checking him out. the bit of liquid courage that you had earlier pushing you to some sort of false confidence.

‘hm… i dunno, do i really need to answer you though?’ teasing him as if this could go well with a random man practically caging you between him and the bar.

thought, you had noticed he was standing close, but not close enough where you had no room to walk out on him. points for bare minimum respect, i guess.

letting out a ‘tch’ as he rolled his eyes with a faint smile, he took in the sight of the empty barstool next to you. it was close to assume that he was going to get comfortable.

and you had two choices, practically walk away the moment he sits down to give him the blatant subtle hint that you weren’t interested... or sit and entertain his seemingly harmless ass.

you picked the latter once you saw him situate himself on the barstool facing the bartender as you faced the dance floor.

‘grab me a beer.’

staring at him from your peripheral. he has a really nice side profile, with his loose bangs or whatever you’d call them, plus his jaw and whole facial structure was just calling to have you grab him and make out with him.

okay wait, were you ovulating…?

you tried hard not to make it look like you were checking him out again but with how imaginative you were getting with your thoughts, he could have practically heard them and gosh was he annoyingly observant.

actually no, you were already so far drunk, unaware to the fact that you were practically eye-fucking him.

turning around to face you, he stared at you with his face on his palm.

‘do you have a staring problem?’

quickly trying to save yourself. ‘no, do you?’

letting out a snicker at that. ‘yea, i’m really getting the idea that you aren’t from these parts.’

well of course you aren’t. because there's no way you'd be talking to the owner of the club like that, right?

giving him a knowing smile, you shifted and turned around to face the bar.

‘and what makes you say that?’

‘i don’t know, it’s just something about you.’

fighting back the urge to laugh in his face at the utterly predictive lines he was pulling you with, you let out a sigh to brush it off and played with the glass rim of your drink as he took another sip of his beer.

‘sooo, you don’t talk much?’

mirroring his prior actions, you held your face in your palm and held a not so shy look.

‘nah, but you seem to do.’

‘actually no, i’m just trying to get to know you…’

holding a smile at how you were actually falling for his words - blame the fact that he was attractive. you really shouldn't be this easy though.

‘hmm, i guess you are.’

exasperated at what you just said back to his flirting trials, he let out a pretty loud sarcastic comment.

‘wow. you really can’t give me something to work with here?’

laughing at his outburst, ‘well, what do you want me to say? aren’t you the one who said that you want to get to know me.’

with an unprecedented amusement to yourself, you watched as he inhaled and brought out the glass of beer onto his lips, slowly drinking it all in and leaving you with nothing but his striking adam's apple...

where on closer inspection, was that a tattoo? too drunk out of your ass to really check it out. he on the other hand was sure to notice your brief gaze on his throat.

placing the glass down, he tried to clear his throat to try and garner your attention back to his face, anywhere else but there.

still you seemed distracted, so he did what any other person would do in his place.

'your name, how about this?'

looking back at him with the mention of your name. he took that as a sign to continue.

'you should come around here more often, it brings a new vibe to the place.' patting your shoulder uncharacteratsically as he took his leave.

left a bit perplexed at the fleeting touch from him, you turned to see where he was going but he only seemed to have disappeared among the crowds.

and damn you never even got his name, but wait... how did he even know your name?

author's note: wooo!! debut post! rindou was probably very oc but i just wanted to write something for him.

polka dot divider by @candvcane

“well, maybe another time, then.” you say before turning on your heel and leaving the area, not wanting to embarrass yourself further. 

a sigh leaves your lips as you sit down on the grass, recalling the events prior, a wince leaves your lips as you shut your eyes in cringe. 

“trouble in paradise?” your eyes open as you see the older haitani sitting further up on the small hill. 

“eh? ran?” “that’s the name, sweetheart, don’t wear it out.” ran playfully winks at you and lets out a laugh as you roll your eyes at him. 

“i thought you and rindou had things to do?” you asked, ran shakes his head as he lies down on the grass. 

“nope, i’m not in the mood to cover his ass today.” 

“so he lied?” “yep.” you looked down, feeling a bit sad at the revelation and it didn’t help on how nonchalant ran was being. 

“he could’ve rejected me like a normal person, am i that repulsive to be around with, haha.” ran clicked his tongue at your self-deprecation. 

“on the contrary, i would say my brother likes you.” you whip your head to where the older haitani was lying down and give him an unimpressed stare. 

“i don’t think you know how to read the room but obviously i’m not in the mood for jokes, ran.”

ran chuckles as he sat up. “oh i’m not joking. you should’ve seen how red my otouto went when you left.” 

“then why does it seem like he doesn’t like me?” “he’s just emotionally constipated.” ran laughs off your concern. 

“do you want him to want your attention?” ran asks as he sat up, a smirk on his face. 

“i’m not interested in playing your games, ran.” “don’t worry. you won’t be doing anything, literally.” 

now you were curious.

“what do you mean by that?” ran’s smirk widens at your inquisitive tone before it turns into a full on mischievous grin. 

“do you trust me on this, (y/n).” “no.” “oka– hey! come on, i’m not that bad.” ran whines and you couldn’t help but let out a short laugh before relenting. 

“fine, i trust you… somewhat.” ran pretends to not hear the last bit before he clicks his tongue teasingly once more. 

“it’s simple. ignore him.” 

“and here i thought you’d actually give me a decent idea.” “hey! you didn’t let me explain yet.”

“fine. go on.” “you want to get rindou’s attention right? play hard to get, see how he comes running after you. trust me on this.” 

“and you’re sure about this because…?” 

ran sighs.

“just trust me on this. ignore him and see what happens.”  

rindou couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. he ate breakfast, had a full eight–well eleven hour sleep, won the fights his gang was involved in so why does he feel incomplete? 

“good morning, everyone.” you greet as you enter the warehouse, ah. that’s why. rindou thinks. you haven’t greeted him good morning yet. 

he watches with secret glances as you walk towards his direction, he puffs out his chest just a bit and awaits your greeting. 

but it didn’t come. 

rindou hides his confusion with a blank look as you walk past him with a neutral face, not even acknowledging that he was there before your face breaks out into a smile. 

“kakucho, hey, good morning!” your back was turned on him and rindou couldn’t help but stare daggers at his colleague because that good morning was supposed to be for him. 

his brows furrow at the uncharacteristic behavior you showed but didn’t speak up about it, you probably didn’t see him. it’s fine, you’ll probably ask him out to lunch again later. 

“why are you looking so gloomy, otouto?” ran slides right beside him as he sat by the container terminals. rindou remained silent, and you could practically feel his burning stare from the back of your head but you paid him no mind, not even glancing behind even though you really wanted to see the expression on his face.

“ah?” rindou, once again ignores ran’s teasing tone. “i get it. your lil crush hasn’t greeted you good morning yet.”

rindou clicks his tongue, shoving his brother’s shoulder. “fuck off.” he says as he stands up and walks away, trying to busy himself, trying to not make it obvious that he’s waiting for you. 

ran bites back a laugh the entire day, he swears if laughter was tangible, he would be able to fill up a jar– maybe two, due to the way rindou was acting. 

if you weren’t in the vicinity, rindou would take it easy, barking out orders to the other members of tenjiku, not wanting to move his ass. but if you were even in his peripherals, best believe that rindou would be flexing how strong he was and how much work he’s done. 

yet still, nothing. 

you did not spare him a glance at all, not that he cared, why would he? that’s ridiculous. why would he bother caring that you didn’t greet him a good morning, it shouldn’t matter because in a few minutes, you’ll be asking him out to lunch and he’d maybe agree… after a bit of persuasion, of course. everything is fine. 

he’s fine. 

until a few days later passed and you still didn't bother glancing at him. it was like he didn’t exist in your orbit anymore and no amount of subtle flexing, glances or short amount of words exchanged could fix that. 

rindou hates feeling this way. 

but what can he do? you weren’t his— even if he thinks otherwise. he had no idea how to make things right because is this the punishment he gets for trying to play the mouse game? for making you chase him? if so, he wants to injure himself the way he injures the other gang members if they don’t act right.  

he hates that he took your attention for granted because all he wants now is for you to even glance at his general direction and give him your stupidly annoyingly cute smile. 

“hey shion, do you wanna get lunch with me?”

he was not fine. 

you didn’t even get to hear shion’s reply before you feel yourself getting whisked away by a strong hand. 

you let out an eek! as you were forced to your feet, both you and shion looking confused, you can hear ran let out a laugh as if what he was witnessing was the funniest thing ever. 

finally, you looked in front and saw the back of rindou’s iconic blonde and blue hair. 

“rindou?” the aforementioned did not say anything, only pulling you out of the warehouse. 

“what’s up with you?” you try asking, but he still says nothing. 

not liking the lack of interactions, you pull your hand away from his and stop in your tracks, causing him to stop as well. 

“where are you taking me?” you asked, rindou looks at you with a blank expression, he says nothing, trying to take your hand once more but you don’t let him. “where?” you ask again. 

“lunch.” rindou replies. you tilt your head to the side, confused. “i was about to have lunch with shion. you should have joined us.” rindou clicked his tongue in response, brows furrowing at the thought of having to share your attention with shion of all people. 

you knew what you were doing, you should know what you were doing because rindou would never act out like this. 

he doesn’t even know if he’s feeling jealousy, possessiveness or longing… or all three. 

“rindou?” you snapped him out of his thoughts, pressing him on about how the two of you should head back and invite the other tenjiku members to lunch with the both of you. 

“no.” he cuts off your rambling. fuck kakucho, fuck shion, fuck tenjiku. this is his time with you. no other tenjiku member should interfere. 

“no?” you parrot back, not understanding why he’s acting like a petulant brat. 

“no.” he confirms. “i don’t want anyone else to come to lunch with us.” you blinked in confusion. 

“eh? why?” rindou thinks you’re doing this on purpose. you have to be. 

“just… eat lunch with me.” “you’re acting weird, rindou.”

the thread to rindou’s sanity snapped. 

“no. you’re being weird! you’re so… you–”  rindou began spluttering. “you began ignoring me for a week for no reason and i didn’t know what else to do! i… fuck. why did you even stop talking to me?” rindou rants, not even giving you time to answer his questions. 

“why does it even matter?” you ask in the middle of his ranting. rindou looks at you as if you were dumb, as if he couldn’t believe that you even asked that. 

“because i like you, you dumbass!” the both of you stood in silence as you processed rindou’s words. 

god you can’t believe ran’s advice actually worked. maybe you’ll get him a mont blanc in thanks. 

rindou’s face was bright red, from his frustration or from the fact he confessed. you don’t know. you purse your lips, trying to keep the smile that was threatening to make an entrance. 

“you’re so cute, rin.” you say, and you swear, you can see rindou’s cheeks turn a darker shade of red. 

“shut up. pretend you didn’t hear anything.” rindou says as he turns on his heel. “you can go back to the warehouse, i’ll have lunch by myself.”

“no, rindou, wait–” you reach for his hand, pulling him back to you as you give him a smile. 

the stupidly annoyingly cute smile that he missed. 

“i like you, too.” rindou’s heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest because what the fuck. he was not expecting that. at the very most, he’d expect to just never show his face whenever you were around but this was turning out way better than he expected. 

he was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost didn’t feel the pair of soft lips that stamped against his cheek. he felt himself freeze for a second before his hands automatically grabbed at your waist, his eyes closing as he pulls you close. 

you pull away with a smile on your face and rindou swears his face feels like he’s running a fever by how warm it is. 

“so, lunch?” you ask, intertwining his hands with yours and pulling him into the direction where various diners lay. 

“s-sure.” god he hates the way his voice just cracked, but unbeknownst to him, you found it quite endearing.

if you knew ignoring him would make him confess, you would’ve done it sooner.