#rohan x reader

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“And the songbirds are singing like they know the score…”

Rohan couldn’t help the grumble he let out as he was dragged to the center of his studio. “Is this necessary?”

“Not really.” You admitted, nevertheless pulling him closer. “But it’s nice to let loose.”

“And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before…”

“Just until the song ends.” Rohan reminded you.

You nodded absentmindedly. “Mhm.”

It started slow, just simple swaying, keeping one of Rohan’s hands intertwined with yours, while the other rested on the hip. Chests rested comfortably against each other, like two puzzle pieces. He was acutely aware of the way your fingers traced his waist, exposed skin subject to your circling fingertips.

Rohan’s mind wandered, eyes glancing back at his desk. He could be working on his manga, Pink Dark Boy, or literally anything he considered more productive than this.

“Tip me.” Rohan barely had time to register your command when you suddenly leaned backwards. Thinking fast, he quickly bent his knee underneath you, just enough so to support your weight.

However, seeing you so happy from being so close to him, he could spare some of his precious time to indulge you.

Rohan expertly lifted you from the dip and the two of you resumed your dance.

“Thank you, London, and God bless you like never before…”

“Okay, now twirl me.” You ordered.

Again, he complied. When you returned to him you lazily draped your arms over his shoulders. Rohan — following your example — rested both hands over your hips.

“Who’s really leading who here?” He remarked.

It drew a laugh out of you, full and sincere, and Rohan felt something inside him swell. Pride? Love? Whatever it was, he felt it smooth away any lingering tension left in him the longer he gently danced with you.

The whole moment was sickeningly romantic, not to mention incredibly sensual and intimate. Had you been anyone else, Rohan wouldn’t have even entertained the notion to begin with.

And yet he swayed with you to the tempo of the music you’d picked (a song by an American band you were fond of). Hands following your hips with every rock, feet stepping in time with yours. You were close enough Rohan could pick out every single eyelash, every swirl of color in your irises.

“To you, I’ll give the world; to you, I’ll never be cold…”

Rohan huffed. “How long is this song?”

“Just a few minutes.” You replied, a little too quickly for his taste.

Rohan glance behind you at the clock. Five minutes had gone by since you’d dragged him away from his desk. “Is that so?”

Nevertheless, he kept going, dipping and swaying and twirling you as you pleased. And as the music finally began to fade out, Rohan slowed, stopping you and coming to rest until the song finally ended.

Or at least, that’s what he thought.

The piano he knew came in at the beginning of the song reappeared, soon followed by the vocals.

Rohan furrowed his brow. “What CD is this?”

You glanced away briefly; a sign of guilt. “The one that has Songbird on loop for an hour. I just burned it.”

He sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall. What a waste of a perfectly good blank CD. “Of course you’d do something so inane.”

“Well, if it means we got to dance longer because you couldn’t tell when the song started and ended…” you slowly trailed a hand down Rohan’s chest, and he had to repress a shiver at your light touch. “…I think I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The pink tint found its way to Rohan’s cheeks before he could think to stop it. Your little trick was underhanded, not to mention juvenile.

“Because I feel that when I’m with you…”

But…

“It’s alright, I know it’s right.”

Oh hell, he could spare you a few more minutes. Simply out of the kindness of his heart, of course, no other reason.

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Koichi pointed up at him, a grin on his face. “That’s the exact date school starts up again! I bet you’re excited just to see less of Josuke and Okuyasu around town, huh? Shame on you, Rohan sensei!” Koichi teasingly accused. Rohan blinked, then cleared his throat. “Ah, Koichi, you’ve found me out… yes, I’m unafraid to say it! School starting up again is like getting a breath of fresh air away from those runts you call friends.” Koichi laughed and lightly chastised Rohan, but Rohan was too caught up in his own thoughts to really pay much attention this time around. Thank goodness. It’d be horrible if he somehow ACTUALLY knew! Rohan eventually returned to his drawing board, taking his mind off of that special date and the special people he’d be seeing again. Everyone has secrets, after all. Rohan is especially entitled to his.

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“MORIOH TRAIN STATION - LAST STOP” 

The blocky yellow letters slowly crawled across the destination sign above the train door. You watched, feeling a great sense of relief and apprehension at finally being home again.

You and your nearly 1-year old daughter had spent the entire summer in S City staying with your parents for a family reunion. While you would have loved to take your husband with you, the relationship between him and your father was… strained, to say the least. Your old-fashioned father didn’t take too kindly to the prospect of his only daughter marrying what he called a “glorified cartoonist”, and your husband in turn didn’t take too kindly to that degradation of his passion and career. In any case, you’d be glad to go back home and finally see your husband. A quiet rustling took you out of your thoughts, and you looked down at the baby carriage with your baby tucked inside. She had slept the whole train ride and was starting to stir awake, her little cheeks puffing up. Her eyebrows scrunched up just like how her father’s would, which you always found adorable.

You gently slid the carriage cover over her to hopefully ease her back to sleep. “Just a while longer, sweetie,” you whispered softly, “And we’ll finally be home!” The bottom carrier of the carriage was full of small goodie bags and souvenirs from the city, including Rohan’s favorite snacks. The train squealed to a halt and the doors slid open. Immediately people began to pour out onto the train’s platform. The sudden convergence and bustling caught you off guard, and you hastily grabbed your backpack and pushed the baby carriage forward.

“Hey, lady, mind the gap!” someone called out to you right as you were pushed forward by the crowd, and the front wheels of the stroller snagged on the concrete platform. You gasped and heard a sharp ‘snap’ from the carriage before stumbling off of the train. Something definitely broke!! You hurriedly dragged the stroller out of the train station to a quieter part of the street so you could kneel down and assess the damage. Sure enough, one of the front legs had snapped right above the wheel and was barely hanging on. “Oh, come on!” You couldn’t help complaining aloud. It was an expensive baby carriage, it should have been more durable than this! You could hear your poor daughter wailing quietly from being shaken around. The feeling was mutual; you yourself were starting to feel distressed… you were so close to home, but it felt so far now that the stroller was broken. You couldn’t just haphazardly tug it along, it wouldn’t be safe for the baby. You contemplated calling Rohan, but he might be working. What do I do? You lamented while kneeling on the ground to try and snap the wheel back on to no avail. 

The baby was really crying now, and you were close to tears yourself. You were nearly about to give up hope…

+~+~+~+~+ Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi were walking around town after their first day back at school. To blow off some steam, they practically went around the whole town, and were now nearing the train station while lamenting about their classes. “Man, I gotta lock in this year,” Josuke grumbled, already dreading the months of studying and homework ahead of him. “Or I’m never gonna get into med school.” Koichi looked up at him sympathetically, “You’ll do fine, Josuke. And hey, maybe Rohan sensei can even help you out, he’s pretty experienced in basic medicine!” Josuke’s expression soured further. “Like I’d ever try to get tutored by that guy! He’d probably turn his nose up at the mere idea!” Okuyasu’s eyebrows raised, and he joined in on the slander. “Yeah, and how would he even know ‘bout medicine junk? Like he’d ever learn things that would benefit anyone but himself! Why, I bet a guy like that can’t even get laid!” 

Josuke and Okuyasu guffawed and kept swapping degrading remarks about Rohan’s character. Koichi just sighed… then he stopped. “Hey, guys, look over there.” Up ahead they could see a young woman crouched by a baby carriage, which was awkwardly tilted like it was broken. They could hear the crying baby inside even from a distance. “Let’s check it out, we’ve got time to kill.” Josuke stated, already making his way over. That familiar secure attitude masked by nonchalance came over Josuke again, one that his friends were very familiar with. Whatever issue came his way in his town, he’d fix it right up. They followed him over. +~+~+~+~+ “Yo! Everything okay?” You heard someone exclaim close by. You shot your head up to see three teens in bedazzled school uniforms walk over. You stood up, dusting yourself off awkwardly. “Yes, um- I’m fine.” You mumbled. They could clearly see you were trying to mask your distress. The baby cried even louder to contradict your previous statement. The one who had approached you (who had the biggest pompadour hairstyle you’d ever seen) tilted his head, eyeing the snapped frame of the carriage. “Your stroller busted or something?” He pointed to it, “I can fix that up for ya!”

Your eyebrows raised… What kind of highschooler offers to fix a random woman’s baby carriage? You suddenly became aware that your baby’s crying had stopped, and when you turned around, you saw that one of the teens with the shaved haircut and tanned skin was making silly faces to calm her down. “Oogly booglyyy!!” He spouted gibberish in a high pitched tone while sticking his tongue out and rolling his eyes around. Your daughter’s tear-streaked face scrunched up like he was the weirdest thing she’d ever seen in her entire year of living… and then she began to giggle and clap her hands together. Seeing your daughter’s sunny face let it dawn on you that these kids weren’t just random punks. You smiled, and stepped aside to let the pompadour kid get a closer look. “Sure, I guess. Not sure how much you can do, unless you carry glue in your pocket,” you chuckled. He knelt down and messed around with the wheel for only a second. A sudden ‘click’ and he stood right back up, grinning. “All patched up now!” Your eyes went wide. HUH?? Unbelievable, the wheel was right back where it was! You leaned down to look, and it was like it wasn’t even snapped off in the first place! “What…whuh..how did you…” you muttered, before shaking your head and clearing your throat. “Um… thank you! Really! That’s incredibly kind of you!” You gave a polite bow, and introduced yourself and your daughter.

The three teens introduced themselves in turn; the pompadour kid was Higashikata Josuke, his taller friend was Okuyasu Nijimura, and their short kid with the neat uniform and white hair was Koichi Hirose.

You really wanted to repay their kindness, so you asked them if they’d like to stop by your house for tea. I can surprise them and get Rohan to gift them signed copies of his manga! You giddily thought. Once he’d hear about what they did for you, he’d have no choice but to agree! On the walk to your house now with the carriage working better than ever, you made small talk to get to know them. Soon you were on your husband’s home street, and the three teens suddenly grew noticeably confused. “Hey, wait a sec,” Josuke stopped with an eyebrow raised. “Your house wouldn’t happen to be that one would it?” He pointed just up ahead at the giant three story house you called home.

You nodded and turned to look at them, “Yes, why? Do you kids think it’s haunted or something?” You laughed at the recollection that your husband often pretended not to be home to avoid weird fans. The three teen’s jaws dropped. “Wait.” Okuyasu’s face was contorted like he was deep in thought. “If you live there, and…” his eyes landed on the wedding band on your left hand. “And…” his eyes landed on the child in the carriage. He gulped. “I’ll admit I’m not the smartest, but…” All three looked at each other with the same dumbfounded expression. “Does this mean that THIS LADY IS ROHAN’S-” “JUST WHAT DO YOU IDIOTS THINK YOU’RE DOING!?” Your husband slammed the front door open, looking like an explosive cocktail mix of mortified and absolutely furious. Any thoughts you’d had were out the window the moment you saw your lovely husband on the front porch. “HIIII HONEY!” You cheerily waved your arms up before scooping up your child from the carriage and hopping up the steps, burying your face in Rohan’s chest affectionately. After more than three months apart, you were ecstatic to see him! After a few moments of embracing him, however, you noticed he hadn’t said anything. Much less moved an inch. You looked up to see that he was as red as a beet, a dark shadow covering his eyes. You blinked, and then turned, seeing the three teens staring at you with their jaws practically on the ground. Koichi was the first to speak up, “R-Rohan sensei… you have a wife!?-” Okuyasu immediately burst into tears, “AAAAAAAAWWW YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING MEEEE!!!”He grabbed Josuke’s uniform lapels and shook him back and forth like a madman, “HOW DOES A TOTAL SLEAZE LIKE ROHAN GET TO MARRY A PRETTY LADY AND HAVE A KID?! THERE’S NO HOPE FOR MEEEE!!!” Okuyasu’s eyes were a waterfall of tears as he sobbed into Josuke’s shoulder, who awkwardly patted him on the back. Oops. You felt a cold drop of sweat form on your temple. In your eagerness to get home, you’d completely forgotten that your relationship with Rohan was supposed to be kept completely secret! Rohan brushed past you and stormed down the porch steps, and you gasped when you saw your husband grab onto the two tall teenagers' collars and drag them inside the house. Koichi panicked and ran in after them, and you followed suit with the baby. (The carriage was completely forgotten on the sidewalk- after all, your husband looks like he’s about to murder those kids!)

You shut the door after you and entered the living room, where Rohan shoved Okuyasu and Josuke down on the couch. Koichi awkwardly sat in between them. “Honey!” You shouted, coming over to him and putting your hand on his shoulder. “Please, it’s okay! Th-they’re the only ones who know- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” Rohan put a finger to your lips, his expression softening. “Sweetheart, it’s alright. I know them.” You gasped. “Wait, really?” Koichi piped up from his seat, “Rohan sensei’s a pretty good friend-” “To you, maybe,” Josuke muttered next to him. Koichi ignored it. “-but we didn’t know he was married! If it’s supposed to be a secret, we promise we won’t tell anyone.” Koichi even made a little ‘cross my heart’ motion. Rohan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Josuke grumbled, but gave a sharp nod of agreement. Okuyasu, still blubbering, nodded as well. You let out a huge sigh of relief. “Small world, I guess!” You giggled, just glad that your husband wouldn’t unleash his wrath upon the boys. “So, who wants some tea?” You offered. Rohan turned to you wide-eyed, and he sputtered, but it was your turn to shush him with a gentle finger to his mouth. “Ah, we’re good hosts, sweetie pie.” You could hear the kids snicker and giggle, before Rohan shot them a deadly glare that got them to shut up.

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Once you fed your daughter and Rohan put her to sleep, you all settled down for some of the snacks you’d brought from S City and hot tea, and you explained how you and Rohan had met when you had both just graduated school. You had both agreed to keep your relationship a secret with his career as a mangaka, partially because an unmarried mangaka was always more popular with the youth. Although as Rohan grumbled, he hated getting fanmail from obsessive girls and sometimes wished he advertised himself as a taken man. When Koichi asked why he never chose to wear a wedding band, Rohan simply stated that a ring always made his hand feel awkward and interfered with his drawing. However, Rohan always insisted you wear yours so no guys would get the wrong idea that you were single. You were also surprised to learn that the kids knew about Heaven’s Door and the existence of stands! Rohan had made Heaven’s Door known to you from the start, even though you could never see it yourself. After learning they themselves had stands, you surmised that perhaps that was how they fixed the baby carriage. (Then you remembered you had left it on the sidewalk, and you quickly brought it back inside)

Soon the evening came to an end, and all three waved goodbye as they walked out. “Bye Mrs. Kishibe!” Josuke and Koichi cheered with big grins. Okuyasu sniffled and gave a weak wave, his eyes still glossy. You waved goodbye from the doorway, a big smile on your face. You shut the door, and then became aware of a familiar stifling aura. Your husband was pouting. You faced him with an eyebrow raised. He was leaning on the wall with his arms folded, glowering at the floor. After over a year of marriage, you were more than used to his sour moods. You giggled and walked over, throwing your arms around him and pulling him into a kiss. Rohan grunted in surprise, but after a beat he slowly wrapped his arms around your midsection to pull you close. He’d missed you more than he’d ever admit.