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shroudcore · 2 years

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selfless — HAITANI RAN

notes. i saw a tiktok n now i am angsty. kinda short?

includes. gn! reader, tenjiku! ran n rin, angst, hints of juvie life, like the smallest bit, a sentence or two actually. little hcs of tenjiku sprinkled here n there.

summary. ran is a good big brother.

haitani ran is nothing if not giving.

he lets the older tenjiku members walk in front of him when they travel together. he doesn’t have to. they don’t even care in the first place, but something feels right when he follows behind their backs.

he covered for mucho once when his injuries got the better of him. izana yelled at ran a lot that day, but mucho thanked him and took him out for ramen, his treat. that might have been the first time someone treated him to food, or anything really.

he entertained mochi and shion when they approached the brothers in the juvie cafeteria the first day they entered, even though rindou was so fussy about them interrupting their meal, he was still sore about losing to them in dodgeball during recreation earlier—he’s warmed up to them, they’re all like brothers now.

he lets izana, who is younger than him, lead him. he respects kakuchou, who is much younger than ran by a handful of years, and isn’t afraid to let that show either. among many other things.

he doesn't care for seniority, or the respect one should get as an elder, but that doesn't mean he'll let a snot-nosed brat get the better of him.

he's a man of favor after all. he'll give his respect where respect is due.

he doesn’t hold ill will against the fact that izana is overbearing. because he wants the best for people like him and rindou, and kakuchou, and the s-62 generation in the end.

there’s a lot of things ran is willing to give up, and holding himself back for rindou is one of them. he will especially hold himself back when rindou wants something he also wants. he knows rindou wouldn't want to share anything he finds to his fancy, because he wouldn't want to either. especially if it comes down to them liking the same person.

that's why he backs up when he sees the way rindou's stare lingers on you. when everyone else already diverted their eyes, rindou keeps his on you.

just like ran is.

that isn't the only thing to inform him his younger brother likes the same person. rindou perks up when you become the topic of conversation. rindou whips his head to you when he hears the first breath of your laughter—even though ran has already accustomed himself to what you find funny.

rindou’s cheeks flush when he has your attention. you get flustered in turn when your shoulders brush or your legs touch, or your pinkies accidentally bump each other because you have a habit of swinging your hands high.

that always happened when you walked with him, but you always laughed it off.

ran’s chest aches with each passing day. but what can he do?

nothing.

he’s got to suck things up, let rindou go first. an older sibling's paradigm, a sacrifice if you will.

he can see it. the both of you are slowly falling in love with each other. he’s watched and yearned over you enough to see the ticks of what isn’t usual.

you’re usually articulate, but these days, you’ve been stuttering when someone asks about rindou. you’re not clumsy either, but you’ve nearly tripped over your feet or ran into something five times out of ten when rindou walks over.

most of all, you’ve been seeking him out more and more to ask about rindou’s absence when he skips class.

in fact, the both of you ask about each other. a lot. he feels like he’s playing cupid, and it makes him sick to his stomach. but he has to do this because this is the first time one of rindou’s crushes have lasted this long.

so even if his chest burns seeing you and rindou kiss for the first time, even if his eyes sting seeing him leave the house one night to go on your first date, even when his breath gets knocked out of him when you both start to spend time together without him involved, less time with you—he’ll suck it up and let things be.

because ran is nothing, if not a giving older brother.

#tokyo rev #ran haitani

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shroudcore · 2 years

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6:57 PM — RINDOU HAITANI

including ⋮ established relationship.

waking up to vibration, your eyes flickered around the room before reaching for your phone — buzzing in hand until the call was accepted. seeing your boyfriend’s name light up the entire room that you couldn’t help but frown when you looked at the time, it was so late.

although, you knew there was probably a reason.

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#tokyo rev #rindou haitani

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shroudcore · 2 years

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Head Canon: Tokyo Manji School - TR boys as school teachers and staff.

Native language/Literature: CHIFUYU

He has OCD for spelling and punctuation. Forget one dash or a comma in your essay, and he'll lower your grade by two. Misspell something, and congrats, you failed the subject. Forces his students to read romance novels, but otherwise a nice teacher.

Foreign language 1: RAN

Thinks he's cool, but is actually a shitty teacher, tries to make up for it with charisma. Kids love him because he never gives homework, or any kind of actual work, really. If you're serious about learning a foreign language, just transfer to another class, or school, even better.

Foreign language 2: IZANA

Cannot transfer knowledge to save his life! Even tho he's super skilled himself, unlike Ran. Psychotic and scary, will scream at the kids for wrong answers, or throw pens and chalk at them if they talk during lectures. It's a miracle how he even passed the psychiatric check in order to be accepted to work with children.

Homeroom: MITSUYA

Best and kindest HR teacher ever! Period. Will resolve any student dispute with a smile, but everyone knows he can be scary if pissed off, so they tend to be on their best behavior. He passionately hates parent-teacher conferences tho, especially with those obnoxious, unreasonable parents! That's where the former delinquent in him itches to come to the surface!

Math: KISAKI

He's actually pretty good at his job, which is explanainig shit and transferring knowledge. His classes may be boring, there's lot of homework, and he doesn't care about his students in the slightest, so he's far from students' favorite, but his lectures are useful.

Physics: SMILEY

He enjoys lab experiments a bit too much, and stuff explodes or goes wrong a bit too often, but he just laughs it off, even if his hair is on fire, or he accidentally almost electrocuted himself with a Tesla coil. Ends up in the infirmary at least twice a week.

Chemistry: SANZU

Smells and licks lab substances to determine what they are, regardless of how unsafe it is. Can guess the exact formula of any mixture just by looking at it. Speaks very little and in quiet voice which makes him weird and borderline creepy. But he's an ok teacher. However, if you leave a mess in his lab, or don't wash and clean the lab utensils properly after use, prepare to meet your doom.

Biology: BAJI

Will bring animals to classroom! Especially their young. Strongly opposed to dissection, insectariums, and any other sort of animal cruelty! Will teach his students to protect the environment and to love animals. Sweetheart teacher no. 1, everyone loves him.

Sex Ed.: MIKEY

Will have the most disinterested, indifferent face ever while talking about STDs and stuff. Uses 48 positions as textbook. Recommended porn to his students on multiple occasions, until the headmaster heard of it, and then he stopped doing it officially, but will secretly deal porn goods to his male students when they ask him. He's super professional with female students tho, always answering any question they have seriously, and even flashing his trademark cute smile. You'd almost think he's two different people.

P.E.: DRAKEN

Ok, this lovable mofo takes sports a bit too seriously, his classes feel like military drills! Everyone's absolutely exhausted and barely breathing afterwards. He gives tough love, but he's kind to no end, so kids actually love him.

Music: SOUTH

You think music classes are supposed to be fun and easy?! Think again if your teacher is Terano Minami-sensei! And you better sing along in those singing practices, cause if he hears you slacking off, you might as well just say your prayers, cause you won't be very vivo by the end of the class!

Philosophy: TAKEOMI

Chill. Lowkey depressed. Doesn't grade a single paper, like, ever. Doesn't take attendance. Talks about anything and everything with his students, even his personal life, but always has a valuable point to make at the end of the story. Students confide in him, too, and go to him for life advice, which makes him nervous, but he lowkey enjoys the fact they rely on him.

Religion: TAIJU

PRAY, MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Ya better take your piety seriously and show your devotion, OR ELSE!

Art: KAZUTORA

Eccentric art teacher, the stereotype. Kind and gentle with his students tho, focuses more on nurturing their creativity than teaching them the art theories and history. All straight female students crush on him hard. He almost quit his job tho, when one asked him to pose naked for his painting.

History: INUPI

Petty bitch. If you don't know what that one historical figure he simps for ate for breakfast every day, or when the birthday of the dog of another historical figure that he simps for was, he'll give you an F. But good luck with figuring out which ones he doesn't simp for, or what random facts he doesn't think are of crucial importance!

Economy/Sociology/Politics: KOKO

Probably the most normal, balanced teacher in the school. He can be pretty strict, and will give an absolute shit ton of assignments (that he'll later regret deeply, when he has to pull all-nighters to grade), but he's actually really good at teaching and really knows what he's talking about, so his lectures are kinda interesting, even tho it's a boring subject. Some students like him, some don't, but everyone respects him, at least.

Headmaster: SHINICHIRO

Kind of an easygoing dork, will play with the kids in the schoolyard during breaks, or after classes, but rules with an iron fist when need be. It is extemely rare tho, cause everyone respects him for his kind and friendly nature.

School nurse: ANGRY

Caring and protective to a smothering level. Will insist you stay in the infirmary even for a simple paper cut. Has all sorts of colorful, funny band-aids, will let you choose whichever you like, as if it's a sticker. Tired of his brother constantly popping up with new injuries, tho.

School janitor: HANMA

School superstar! Will pretend to be on the stage, using the floor mop as a microphone, and do a weird, cringy dance down the school corridor while wiping it. Students LOVE him! Need a smoke? You just have to ask, he shares generously! Skipping a lecture? Hanma's got your back! Plotting a revenge on your bullies? You already know who to count on. All he asks in return is for you to spill the tea, so he literally has every single piece of nasty info on both teachers and students alike! Need to blackmail someone? Yeah, you got it.

#tokyo revengers

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shroudcore · 2 years

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Hii! ofc you can ! Sorry I took forever, I had a lot of troubles lately, this month almost cause the death of me lmao. Thank you sm !! I hope you'll love it ♡

28."I wish that I knew what make you think I'm so special" + 23."I will make you believe you are lovely"

type: hurt to comfort, fluff

There’s always days like this. Rindou isn’t the type to get insecure a lot, he knows he’s good looking and working out always helped him with his confidence, but seeing his lover so invested in his brother's habits made him think twice. Do you prefer guys who take more care of themselves ? Rindou never took too much care of his skin or hair, doing the bare minimum and being convinced that it was enough. You never seemed to blame him for it, but the interest you put into his brother's routine sometimes pushed him out of the conversation – long enough for him to leave the living room without you two realizing.

He was checking his face in the mirror, leaning on the sink to get a closer look, and couldn’t help but see a million flaws he had never seen before. His skin always looked that bad ? He never realized. He really got the urge to clean his face, taking care of all the little pimples around his cheeks but he wasn’t even sure of what to use for the first step. When you talk with Ran, you’re always mentioning a hundred specific products when he’s just used to soap – your conversation always gets too complex for him to follow, even when he wants to. Instead, Rindou just started taking care of all the pimples on his face without thinking too much. You will like it for sure, right ?

“Hey Rindou, what are you doing in there ? I’ve never seen you staying that long in the bathroom-” You cut yourself in your joke when you see him picking his pimples till blood fall out of it.

His whole face was red and dry blood left on his cheeks while he just seems to ignore you and goes for another one. You walked to him and took his hand away from his face, turning his face to you to check if you really see correctly.

“Rindou, you're being too rough with your skin !” You said quickly, rubbing the blood off his cheeks with a bit of water. Your concerned look took him off guard, and the frown on your face kinda made him think even more.

“That’s not what Ran and you do ? I thought you'd like it if I did the same…” Rindou quietly answered while turning his gaze to the mirror again, not wanting to look at you in the eyes.

Your eyes sadden at his words. Why would he try to do like his brother for you to like him ? You’re already with him, it means you love him the way he is, no ? Apparently it wasn’t clear in his mind.

“You want to do it like us ?” He shrugs, not sure to know if he really wants too or just to feel closer to you, because he doesn’t feel good enough.

“I don’t know. It’s just that my skin looks bad, no ?” His words were so hard to hear for you.

Rindou never seemed so uncertain of something. The rather confident guy he is was long gone. You never ever think that but seeing him insecure about it when it never seems to be the case before made you think it was your fault. Your hands resting on his cheeks slowly started to rub his irritated skin before kissing his nose.

“Your skin is normal, Rin. It’s not bad, it just looks like this when it’s natural. You don’t even have much acne problems, don’t be hard on your skin like this ever again okay ? You don’t need to do more, it’s pretty as it is,” you reassured him, smoothing your thumb on it. “But if you want to take care of it sometimes, we’ll do it together.”

Your smile made him blush along with your kind words. Rindou was sure that you’ll like someone like his brother more, however it doesn’t seem to be the case – but he couldn’t get what makes you think he’s so special when he’s not your type. Breaking the eye contact again, he was about to push your hands away when you spoke first, cutting him.

“You still have something on your mind, don’t you ?” you asked and he blinked a few times at your words. You know him by heart for real, and him still not looking at you while you talked shows pretty well that he’s still worried.

“You don’t prefer guys that take care of themselves ?”

You chuckled at his words and almost laughed out loud due to how ridiculous it was to you. Rindou is the definition of taking care of himself. He’s watching his diet closely, working out four times a week and always knowing how to deal with muscle pain and stuff like this. His lifestyle is pretty neat beside parties sometimes and he’s the one telling this ? It was funny to you.

“It’s not funny…”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that for me, you’re already taking great care of yourself. You not moisturizing your skin every night is nothing compared to how you take care of your health,” you honestly answered.

He frowns at your words, not believing you fully yet. But you know it’s not something you’ll erase from his brain that easily. Instead of continuing on proving him wrong, you kissed his pouty lips and smiled at him.

“You’re pretty Rindou, I’ll make you believe it.” Your kind word got straight to his heart, almost making him cry. Not that he’ll let you see that.

As tears pearl in his eyes, Rindou wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, leaning his head on your shoulders. A breathy laugh left your lips before you patted his head, stroking his hair. Even if he doesn’t want you to because he thinks it’s not soft like his brother’s hair, he lets you, loving the comfort it gives him.

“Wanna do my skin care routine with me today ?” You asked out of nowhere, making him stand straight again.

Thinking for a second, Rindou catches sight of himself in the mirror before nodding at your offer. It won’t be bad regarding how red his face is at some places, and he’s curious about it. But most of all, it’s the fact that he can understand this side of you better that makes him want to do it.

Spending time with you will ease his mind, he knows it.

#tokyo rev #rindou haitani

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chapter 1; identity theft. (romcom, sfw)

Ran Haitani was well known around the area for being a part of the S-62 generation of delinquents. On top of it all, he and his brother were fearsome in fights. They would break the bones of all those who crossed them or for the sheer enjoyment of proving a point on their strength.

What you didn’t expect was to be there when one of these brawls took place. You had a habit of being at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

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across the street

au / cw: mention of suicidal ideation / wade

it is 7:45 am on a monday and rindou is standing in front of the fridge, indecisive. you appear from underneath his arm which holds the door open to grab the egg carton. he huffs a little at your action and when you crawl back under with the package — like some sort of troll.

he snorts a little at the implication.

he yawns, scratching the part of his stomach his ruffled-up shirt exposes. your butterfly clip holds his bangs back. finally deciding on what he wanted — after you have already finished frying your egg and toasting your bread — he grabs the milk carton. and he opens the lid.

and he drops it onto the kitchen floor.

he squeezes his eyes shut, not even looking back at you nor the floor. he can feel you still by the dinner table — and you take a single resounding munch out of your egg on toast.

he decides to assess the situation and groans, defeatedly, “bruhhhh.”

“good job bozo,” you retort through mouthfuls of your egg sandwich, “better clean that with a wet one.”

he turns to glare at you — but cannot stay mad when he sees your mouth stuffed with your breakfast. you look like a chipmunk storing food in its cheeks for winter. he feels his cheeks grow hot with embarrassment.

turning back around to his disaster, he decides to scorn at the milk on the floor instead. placing the milk carton (whatever was left of it, anyways) loudly onto the kitchen counter, he shuts the fridge door and walks around the puddle towards the paper towel rack.

“whatever,” he grumbles, obeying your every command.

rindou is a baby around you, this he knows. for the first 2 years he refused to entertain nicknames. now he refers to you as ‘honey’ almost all the time. it takes a long time for him to grow comfortable. but once he does it is disgusting. at least that’s what he thinks. you told him one time that it is beautiful. so — maybe gross would be a less guttural adjective to give to his being around you.

he pulls the handle of the door on the passenger’s side. it is locked. he whines, “unlock ittttt honey.”

in his other hand that doesn’t repeatedly yank at the door’s handle, he holds a bag. in that bag, a box of new sneakers. you, approaching with three bags of groceries, roll your eyes. rindou sees this. and he remains quiet. the difference is stark.

“alright alright,” you hiss, fishing the car keys out of your sweater’s pocket, “damn.”

as he watches you fumble with the groceries and fight to untangle all the little chains on your keys, rindou thinks to himself; how many times has he seen this before. you always forget to take out your car keys until the very end — when it matters the most. he ponders on how many more autumn days he’ll have to wait 15 seconds more, outside your car, awaiting the warmth.

when you finally get it though, a wistful smile indulges your features. rindou decides that it does not really matter then.

he would spend 3000 more days waiting for you, by the car.

he clocked into work an hour early with an intent.

“hello?” your voice rings through the phone quietly — rindou has to put a finger in his other ear to drown out the radio they blast in the warehouse.

“hi,” he breathes, “could you pick me up?”

“it’s 3:00.”

he can hear your confusion. he sighs, staring at the computer. tucking his phone between his shoulder and head, he logs into his account with his employee id and password to clockout.

“yeah, i, uh,” he got the password wrong, and has to re-enter his login information, “finished my quota early.”

he leans against the desk the pc sits on. his feet hurt. they burn. he hears you make a ‘uh-huh’ sound and is taken out of his stupor.

“couldja also bring my sandals — these boots are killin’ me.”

you make another ‘mh-hm’ sound. he exhales. he really wants some of your miso soup right now. he wants to be next to you, wants to lay next to you.

“i’m out,” you interrupt, “grocery shopping.”

he pauses, then answers, “..okay.”

“gonna be like… 45 minutes with traffic, ‘cause i gotta go back home, then.”

“hah—,” he furrows his eyebrows, but decides to bail on his complaints since he couldn’t find the energy to start an argument, “whatever, whatever. hurry up.”

“yeah, sure.” you probably rolled your eyes just now by the tone of your voice. his lips twitch upwards just a bit at the idea. he wishes he would see you right now. he doesn’t want to sit in the fluorescent lit break room and eat his cold sandwich.

but all that leaves his mouth is a reminder, “buy some bagels.”

and you chuckle a little, which makes him feel a little less crazy, “‘kay, bye.”

it did not take you 45 minutes.

“took you 50 minutes,” he says. it is the first thing he utters when he opens the door and slides into the passenger’s seat. his knees hit the dashboard and he grimaces, reclining it backwards so he has enough leg and backpack room.

you stare at him blankly; making him feel stupid.

“oh, sorry that i was 5 minutes late,” rindou can almost taste the sarcasm. you might as well have kicked him in the balls. he finds himself growing angry.

he shrinks, moving his legs towards the passenger door. you either don’t notice or choose to ignore it. it is only after his fifth sigh at the third stop light that you decide to bite.

“rin?”

he doesn’t answer, even though he really wants to. ignoring you is difficult. especially when you ask him,

“wanna get frosties?”

shit.

he feels his stomach twist, “…yes.”

every other friday you order takeout. today was the second friday of the month — the day of splurging. rindou was craving noodles and you were craving sesame fried chicken. so, chinese food was the obvious choice.

“apparently the gloves they give us can cause cancer,” rindou burps, passing you the soy sauce packet you wave your hand towards.

you mimic him, hiccuping, “no shit.”

“deadass,” he speaks through a mouthful of chow mein, “mark told me he read it on their box’s label.”

the gloves in the topic of discussion were given to each employee at the warehouse. they were imported from america and no one knew how to read nor understand the english written on their boxes. no one except his english speaking co-worker.

rindou watches you as you slowly stop sipping your chicken corn soup. you place your spoon down into the bowl. he raises an eyebrow as you shift your body towards him, leg slightly brushing against his under the kotatsu.

“…show me your hands…”

he does. his left one, at least. the other holds his chopsticks. you groan, and he becomes flustered.

“rin,” you moan, “your cuticles are all torn and icky!”

“didn’t want cancer,” he retorts, plainly. but his eyes flicker between you and his plate of noodles.

you all but flick his forehead. he groans. gets a bit mad, too. but before he can start an argument you get up and walk to the medicine cabinet. he blushes a little when you bend over. and then he chastises himself internally. he was supposed to be annoyed with you.

you come back, holding a pair of cotton gloves.

“here,” you chuck it onto his head, not gentle in the slightest, “wear these next time.”

but rindou feels a smile stretch across his face. he takes them off and grabs a piece of your sesame chicken from your plate, and relishes in the way you holler his name.

rindou does know math, contrary to popular belief.

3 + 4 = 7. you add 1 to the 3 and then you have to take 1 away from 4, to get 4 + 3 = 7. these are the calculations that get him through the day. they are pretty nonsensical to the average person — and rindou can see where they are coming from. but he chooses not to care for the average person. these computations are only ever for him; for his state of mind.

yesterday, a month after he started working at the job you got for him, he confessed something that had been eating him alive.

“i,” he stutters, “i just— i’m trying to be better but i feel like it’s not enough.”

this is common. him, feeling this way. he knows that. you know that. it came in a form of his job, but this feeling of insecurity lies in everything he does. his being with you, the things he creates. nothing is ever good enough to him.

“honey don’t even think that,” you’re losing your breath, “just— stop thinking like that. that’s what they want you to think!”

he’s somewhat aware of that. but to hear you say that calms his mind — just a bit.

“not everyone thinks like you, you know?” your fingers tap against the steering wheel, you’re growing restless on his behalf, “they say shit like that to make sure their other employees don’t slack off.”

you turn towards him. he can’t look you in the eye. he feels a stinging in the back of his throat.

“you don’t, you never do.”

you say that with such conviction it disembodies him momentarily. suddenly he is not sitting in the car now. suddenly he’s an onlooker peering inside. he swallows the spit forming in his throat. he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t exactly know where to go from here.

but you remain quiet next to him, reach for his hand, and brush the skin of it with your thumb, bringing him down slowly.

rindou felt true loneliness when he was 15. 16, he almost killed himself. high school was never quite his alimony.

17, he met you.

he had his head laid down onto the wooden study table of the library. something is set down next to him. he turns so his cheek is pressed into the timber. a can of coffee. a hand holds it, then lets it go and begins to walk away.

he is the first to reach you. stops you near the staircase.

“hey,” he calls out, “i — uh, think you gave this to the wrong person.”

you turn around. physically you looked very pretty. you hold another identical can of coffee. and you awkwardly smile — as a teenager would.

“no, i— uhm,” you tuck your hair behind your ear, timid, “i, it looked like you needed it. i…, got an extra one from the vending machine anyway.”

he doesn’t know what to say. you stand there, waiting. the air between both of you is not sheepish at all. it is not uncomfortable and it scared rindou that day. you haunted him.

your story began randomly. your love is even more sporadic. that is how rindou likes it, though. anything less would be too boring. anything more, too overwhelming.

he is at peace, for once in his life. he never takes that — or you — for granted.

and now at the end of his work day, his feet are in your lap, and you are giving him a massage. you have always treated him softer than he was. (than he deserved, he thinks).

“you should cut your nails more often, jesus,” you laugh, poking at his toe, “that is a dagger. you could stab someone with that.”

no one knows the two of you. not a lot of people, at least. his brother, a couple of his friends, a couple of yours. but no one will truly ever know the depths of your relationship. no one will ever know the morning conversations, therapy sessions in your car. when he clocks into work and says good morning to his coworkers they will never know the kisses you’ve left on his skin the night prior after downing 1/3 a bottle of red wine with him.

no one will ever know how much you mean to him. it makes him so angry sometimes, it makes him want to scream.

but you know. oh, you know.

“thank you,” he murmurs. thank you for giving me love.

you look up from the floor, and you smile as he blushes, “you’re welcome.” thank you for letting me.

#tokyo rev #rindou haitani

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Hey ace today is my birthday

So here a little request rin haitani wishes yn a happy Birthday

hey love! Thank you so much for requesting and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I really really hope you had a great day like you deserve <3

Take this as my birthday present! It’s a little short but I REALLY wanted to do it, so happy birthday!

A BIRTHDAY WITH RAN

reader is gender neutral!

pairing: ran haitani x reader

tw: none!

Ran loves you more that anything. He spoils you with the world, and would, in a heartbeat, sacrifice everything for you.

In his eyes, he sees you as a savior who brought some empathy and humanity back to him. He sees you as the light of his life. It’s really no wonder he treats you like royalty. And along with being treated like royalty, comes being spoiled.

Ran gets you anything and everything he thinks you’d love. Yes, you’ve told him you don’t need anything, and yes, you’ve said all you really want is him, but he can’t resist. He just loves showing you love through gifts and he loves seeing the huge smile that comes onto your face.

This, is what happens on a regular basis. And when you’re birthday roles around, Ran goes all out, or at least tries too.

Ideally, he wants to take you on a trip around the world with yours and his favorite people, or he wants to plan some huge surprise party that would be bigger than a wedding. But deep down he knows you’d hate that.

You wouldn’t want all that attention and you especially would hate to see him spend so much. He knows you, and he knows damn well you’d feel guilty if he spent so much money on you.

So, he settled on something better.

Ran took you on a trip to Europe with just you and him.

He woke you up at 4 a.m. a couple days before your birthday and drove the both of you to the closet airport. You were blind, and frankly nervous because you had no clue what you were doing but Ran just calmed you down and promised you, you’d love this.

And you did.

When you landed in Greece you practically screamed your heart out. You quite literally cried when Ran opened his arms and said, “Happy Birthday, my love”.

The place was just so beautiful….it was almost something out of your imagination. And although you were wary with Ran’s spending, you were just so excited that you within a few minutes of checking into the luxurious hotel, you were ready to explore.

Ran happily followed you around as you experienced the many places of Greece over the next. In fact, Ran caught himself smiling at shine in your eyes when you saw the sunset on the first night. Throughout the whole trip of not only seeing Greece, but many other places too, you were smiling non-stop. And Ran, couldn’t be happier.

When the day of your birthday rolled around, you and Ran just did whatever you pleased. Whether that be just relaxing in the hotel room, or going down to a beach, Ran happily followed you.

The only thing he had planned was your birthday gifts, which he gave to you not long after you woke up. After all, he was excited to see your reaction, especially for the biggest present…..his proposal.

You and Ran had been dating for years at this point, and Ran was so sure that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you that he knew he was going to propose soon. And what better time than on your birthday?

The moment he went on his knees, you started crying. Even Ran, who never cries, was crying while he asked you to marry him. And of course, you said yes.

You spent the rest of that day smiling….and much more.

This birthday was by far one of the most memorable and without a doubt, you’d never forget it. It would stick with you for the rest of eternity, just like your love with Ran~

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Hiiiiiiiiii!!! Love your writing💕💕💕 could I request Rindou, Mikey and Ran in a snowball fight with their S/O headcanons? Have a lovely day💕💕💕

I HAVENT TOUCHED MY ASK BOX IN SO LONG IM SORRY THIS RAN BRAINROT IS GOING SO FUCKING HARD

Rindou

Wouldn’t initiate it. You’d have to do it and once he sees that it’s the green light from you he’s going all in

There’s an unspoken rule with him that the face is out of question. It’s cute really when you notice he only aims for your shoulders and down. Please I hope you do the same for him

He threw like. One snowball too hard. The type of boyfriend to ask if you’re okay but he’s laughing while asking. I swear he’s genuine it’s just that the way you yelled when it hit you was so funny.

In the unlikely event that you have the upper hand I swear to god he’ll use under handed tactics. Aka tackling you down into the snow but he fucking melts when he hears you laugh at his desperate attempt to win

It doesn’t last long though because of course this bastard didn’t bring gloves and he’s complaining that he can’t feel his hands anymore.

Mikey

He initiates it. Will pout if you don’t indulge him but you’ll die if you agree to go along. In the end you die because you can’t say no to him. Not over some silly snowball fight

Mikey’s arm is like a fucking canon. You can barely bend down to gather snow and he’s already thrown like three snowballs at you.

And he’s good at keeping you at bay because you know the closer you get, the harder he throws and god forbid you get one of his hits at full speed.

Will laugh at you if you throw at him and miss

Anywhere is fair game to him, but he’ll pout and whine if you hit him in the face or between the legs. But oh no it makes total sense for him to be fine if he ‘accidentally’ throws powder snow at your face

I don’t see this snowball fight ending light-heartedly. Either he won and you’re freezing with snow in your coat or you won and now he’s giving you the cold shoulder because of it.

Ran

Dear god it will take so much to convince him to start a snowball fight 💀 in this weather?? With the pants he’s wearing??? Hell no, those cost more than your rent and they’re easy to ruin. Plus, similarly to rindou, he’s not about to get frostbite for the sake of a snowball fight

Gets so moody if u shove snow down his jacket just to coax him into it. But hey it works and now you get him ruthlessly chucking snow at you. They’re not even fully formed snowballs he’s just throwing shit

Ran’s throw is. So fucking bad. compared to Rindou’s. He can reach an immobile target fine but with you moving around? It’s hilarious how many times he misses

It stops pretty soon bc he was not dressed for this at all and now his feet are as freezing as his hands, and his shirt is wet so the cold is really getting to him

Literally shivering, actually. Have you seen how skinny he is?? He doesn’t have anything to help him with the cold. this guy’s lips will turn blue soon if you don’t get him home.

Lesson: ran could potentially die of hypothermia in a snowball fight

#tokyo rev #rindou haitani #manjiro sano #ran haitani

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shroudcore · 2 years

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The Haitani content in the tags tonight have been so good I'm not even joking ;;

#mercy on my soul

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A/n ~ just skincare with ran + messy writing ~

When you first asked Ran if he could help you with your skincare you expected him to hide his skincare secrets, but when he entered your apartment with a bag filled with skincare products and supplies you knew he was ready to spill all his secrets.

Dragging you to the bathroom he dumps his bag of products and immediately gets to work. He starts by asking you to wash your face like you normally do, he even helps dry your face, softly patting down the small towel. He even places a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling out face masks and headbands.

He softly braids your hair to somewhat match his signature braids before pulling the cute matching lavender bowed headband over your head, putting one on himself after. Taking the soft green cucumber face mask out of its packaging he slowly places it on your face, ever so softly tapping the mask down allowing it to stick on your face. When his eyes meet yours he can’t but giggle, the way your eyes look right into his brings a smile to his face and breaks away his concentration.

Now it’s your turn to apply a face mask to Ran’s face, things don’t go as smoothly as you hoped they would. When you tried to take the mask out of the packaging, you almost dropped it, thankfully Ran was able to catch it before it went to waste. Before you could even get the mask on his face it started to tear, and when the mask was finally on his face it looked like a five year old had placed it there. Ran is a sweetheart so he reassures you that it looks great and proceeds to take countless photos of you two.

By the time you two are done your skincare session you two are practically glowing. Your face has never shone so bright. You place kisses all over his face in return for his help. He happily accepts and insists you two do this weekly. Now week after week you two are cooped up in the bathroom pampering each other.

#🥺🥺🥺#aaaaaaa #ran haitani #tokyo rev

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shroudcore · 2 years

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𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

it had been a while since you'd been out with your friends. could you really call them that, though? they were classmates at the very least, ones that felt compelled to invite you to their gatherings. it was thoughtful, you could give them that, but part of you wished they didn't. maybe the outing was just boring or maybe they had grown dull, either way, it was easy to zone out in their presence. their chatter seemed distant. you didn't even really know what they were talking about—something regarding everyone's plans for this saturday.

"what about you?" the girl beside you nudged your ribs to gain your attention—and it worked. the jab was surprisingly painful given how small she was. "can you make it?"

"sorry, i already have plans with someone else."

"aww," she whined at your answer, "who are you hanging out with? maybe they can tag along."

"rindou."

all the idle chatter at the table stopped upon your utterance of his name. suddenly, all eyes were on you. he was popular but not for the right reasons. not many people were fond of him. and you never minded that, but the people who disliked him didn't just dislike him; they were afraid of him. so although you had no problem associating yourself with him, you learned that bringing him up around others often lead to unsavory reactions. you'd slipped up at this moment.

"you mean... haitani rindou?"

"mhm." you were aware of the common consensus when it came to rindou and what people thought of him, but you wanted to test the waters and see how your peers perceived him. "why? what's wrong with him?"

the replies flooded in.

"he only hangs out with his brother and you know how much trouble ran is."

"yeah, they're total scumbags. i'm pretty sure they've almost gotten arrested—and on multiple occasions at that."

"you're perfectly capable of surrounding yourself with better company. why on earth would you want to be seen with him?"

"that's really none of your concern." the last comment had struck a nerve and caused you to raise your voice. shocked eyes accompanied by gaping mouths stared at you in surprise. you don't know why you expected their responses to be any different. everyone jumped to the same conclusion and they weren't an exception. their feelings about him were crystal clear. if they thought so poorly of him, they had no place in your life. "and i'd rather not talk to you guys if you're going to continue to speak about him like that. i'm leaving now."

and with that, you stood up, collected your things, and went home.

• • •

rindou was in the kitchen when you walked through the door. a head of blonde hair sat at the small table, slurping up ramen noodles. the steam wafting from the bowl left the lenses of his gold-framed glasses foggy. your keys clattered with the ceramic of the dish that held little things like chapstick and mini box cutters. the noise caught rindou's attention, his gaze abandoned his food in favor of looking at your figure that approached to take a seat next to him. he didn't think he would see you back so soon; it felt like you had just left. but he didn't say a word, instead, offering you the noodles hanging from his chopsticks. you leaned forward to accept the mouthful of spicy ramen. every other bite of what remained in the bowl was reserved for you.

you stayed attached to his hip for the rest of the day; helping him wash the dishes even though it was your least favorite chore, sitting in his lap and snuggling into his neck as he booted up his computer to play who knew what game with his friends—you even went as far as getting comfortable on the lid of the toilet while he took his shower for the night. it wasn't unusual for you to take care of his hair once he emerged from the steamy room, combing out the tangled strands of blonde and blue before pulling out the hair dryer. after the locks were fluffy and dry, his hair sat in a neat bun on the top of his head. the only pieces that escaped were ones not quite long enough to be tied up with the rest.

you wondered if your actions came off as overbearing; not that you would care if they did. the conversation from earlier reminded you of how poorly people regarded your boyfriend. someone had to love him when everyone else thought so little of him, and you were more than happy to be that person.

and you were content at the moment, practically lying on top of him, your fingers tracing each curve of the black ink tattooed into his skin. you could feel the thumping of his heart, hear the rhythmic beat in your ear.

"what's wrong?" rindou spoke up out of the blue. so then he had noticed the shift in your behavior.

"what do you mean?" you feigned ignorance. you knew rindou was fully aware of his reputation, but that didn't stop you from wanting to shield him from the harshness of others.

"you're even clingier than usual."

"i'm not clingy," you mumbled against his chest.

"mm, yeah, you are." he pinched your cheek that wasn't pressed against him. it didn't hurt but you looked up at him regardless. lilac eyes peered down at you. the blank expression on his face might not have shown it, but his gaze told you that he was concerned. "are you gonna tell me what happened or not?"

rindou wasn't the type to push you, to make you tell him something you weren't ready to tell. if you told him you didn't want to talk about it, you were sure he'd let it go. but since it was weighing so heavily on your mind, maybe it was best to share. "i brought your name up in front of some classmates and they said some pretty rude stuff about you."

he snorted as if what you were worried about was silly. and to him, it was. it didn't bother him—the wandering eyes, the hushed whispers, the anxious avoidance. everything that you seemed to be hyperaware of was the norm for rindou. and he could understand why it upset you, he wouldn't want people speaking ill about you, but he was accustomed to his bad reputation. "i thought i told you not to let stuff like that get to you. you know i don't give a shit about what people think."

"well, i do." maybe you shouldn't have, not to the extent you did, anyway. but after getting to know rindou, the real rindou, you couldn't help but feel offended when people reduced him to nothing more than a no-good criminal. sure, he wasn't a saint, but he was far from evil. what gave them the right to form opinions when they only got a glimpse of one side of him? "they shouldn't get to judge you if they don't even know you."

he let out a heavy, dramatic sigh, the breath heaving from his chest caused your head to raise. though, not long after, his lips found their way to your hairline, pressing a light kiss to the skin. his hand ran up and down your arm, "it doesn't matter how often i tell you, huh?"

"nope." you shamelessly replied. you would never stand for people demeaning the man you had come to love.

"how stubborn," he clicked his tongue. it was clear that this was a matter he wouldn't be able to change your mind on. of course, he didn't care what people thought about him, but seeing you so protective of him and his image was oddly endearing. "so what, are you my defender or something?"

"mhm," you hummed, letting your eyes drift shut, "now and always."

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