#todoin

Todoin Kai

He's a quiet fan. He wholeheartedly supports you, but never aloud.

His support comes quietly. He'll silently attend your shows and watch from the crowd. Somehow, your eyes will always find his. And whenever you're on the scene, his gaze will never stray from your figure.

Afterwards, he finds you in a quiet corner back stage. His arm would wrap around you and his lips would be pressed to your forehead.

"You did great today."

He wouldn't want to go public with your relationship. There's never a time when he wants his personal life to become public knowledge. So not many people know you're seeing each other.

If he hears anyone gushing over you— especially if they're another dude— he won't be particularly bothered. He knows and trusts that you'll be as loyal to him as he is you.

Date-wise, he'll prefer quiet ones. They have to be intimate they don't count in his head. (Truthfully speaking, any time with you is special to him. But there's something about quality time that feels more real to him.)

At his games, he's always seeking you out in the crowd. This is especially the case after he sinks a putt. He'll actively search for you in the crowd, let his eyes linger there and then have to tear them away. (He doesn't want anyone catching on.)

Todoin is a man of discipline. He'll stick to his schedules and won't falter for anything. That wrong said, he'll hold you to the same standard. If there's a strict diet you must follow for work— you shall follow it. No exceptions. (Unless you start pouting. Then, maybe...)

"[Name], you know better. Your manager said no sweets for a while. You'll need to maintain your current diet— Don't look at me like that... *sigh* Fine, well get something small...*

Cute little fact he won't admit: Any time he sees your face in an ad or something, he'll stare. Like full on stare. Starstruck, breath stolen, heart hammering, frozen in place— the works.

a/n: Bro is back in my inbox!

It took me a minute to have my schedule cleared up to start writing again. And surprisingly, I wrote this in a few hours.

But thanks for waiting oh-so-patiently for me to get my ducks in a row.

It's less so that he particularly minds your behaviour... when it's behind closed doors. Anywhere else, it kills him a little inside.

Since he gives off such a calm, mature vibe, having his s/o be a beaming ray of sunshine who's always on him— physically or verbally — is genuinely a vibe killer.

It's especially bad when games hit. Sure, you'll keep quiet when he actually plays, but when that ball hits the ground... It's a solid two seconds before enthusiastic clapping and cheers are heard. "Wooo! That's my baby! Show them how it's done!"

Then, while you're playing... Let's assume it's like the Cantelot Tournament and you're both in a group. Your group either loves or hates you. No in between. He'd take a shot before you're immediately following after with sly smirk, purring, "Excellent shot, honey." You just hear the groans and gags of your teammates while he gives you an unimpressed look. You never really seem to care though— if the wide grin is anything to go by...

And every time, he feels his soul leave his body. Or that might just be how hot his face had gotten. You decide which you'll believe.

People tease him about it to no end. On one end, he despises it. But on the other, it just means that people know you love him. And that reassures him.

It's even worse when he performs particularly well while playing. You're squealing, jumping about and sprinting to squeeze the life out of him and pepper kisses all over his face. He tries to keep his face straight — his arms crossed or one around your waist to steady you— but with the way the corner of his lips or eyebrows twitch, you know he's pleased with himself and your treatment.

(Even better if you wear lipstick or any type of lip product that tints the colour of your lips. Because that leaves marks and his classmates never let him live it down.)

This isn't just something you pull when he's playing. Just anything. Everything. This guy cannot catch a break! He answers a question correctly in class; you're praising him. He packs his bags; you're inching closer, all starry eyed and ready to say something that forces him to stop and sigh. He's simply outside, examining or polishing his clubs; he can barely count the number of seconds before you're on him.

Cool, now that we've discussed how loud your presence, let's discuss how quiet your absence is. He can actually feel it. Call him corny or whatever, but it actually feels like a part of him is missing. The cheers are all polite claps. The course is almost dead silent— save for the occasional hitting of a club against a ball. And he actually has his own personal space. Despite that being the way golf games should proceed, it bothers him. And it definitely shows in his behaviour.

Anywho, when he does catch you again, he's immediately dragging you somewhere quiet so he can hug you close close him.

Do you take it lying down? Never! Your hands are then on him, touching and feeling, while all sorts of sweet nonsense spills from your lips. It's definitely a breath of fresh air for him. Every. Single. Time.

Sure, you're inconvenient to have around— only because of how much extra attention you bring to him. But he wouldn't have it any other way. It's surprisingly comforting to know that you feel so much about him and have no inhibitions showing him and everyone else that you do.

a/n: You know what did suck? Writing for a character that severely underrated. It's even worse, if that character is apart of media that doesn't even have a (large) fandom! So you're kinda just stuck with nothing to work with!

But that's not your fault! Never! It just means that I've gotta put in more work to sustain the existing fans and nurture the future ones!💪🏽

Random news of the day: I completely devoured my creative writing essay. Surprise for nobody! (The self-glazing goes hard.)

Also, I didn't realise that I had actual fans. Guys, I feel honoured! Tysm!!!!!