You can feel Rintaro’s betrayal fixated on the side of your head as you stand as still as possible, your posture comfortable as Rintaro’s couldn’t be farther from it.
It wasn’t your fault he picked trash day to do arms at home, nor was it your fault he decided that today was a good day to up the weight. It couldn’t be less your problem, that now he has to stand for an undetermined amount of time holding the weights in his hands, you’re just grateful you saw this on TikTok before he did.
“I hate you,” he repeats, and you tuck your lips in to hide your laughter. “I will kill you. I will leave your body out by the trash. You hear me? You’re dead.”
“How’re you going to kill me?” You egg him, and he lets out a hiss of rage.
“I’m going to pin you down and tickle you to death,” he snarls. “Or fart on your pillow and gas you. The most unfortunate of deaths.”
“Well you’d better make it soon,” you tease. “Because it seems like you’re about to move.”
“I’m not about to move, you’re about to move,” he clenches.
You’re not wrong. In your peripheral, his arms start to tremble and his body sways, eye twitching and face turning as he starts to lose it, lose comfort and let his entire body slip, his arms quickly putting down the weights.
“Hate you!” He calls, immediately making a dart at you to scoop you up and throw you over his shoulder. You flail your limbs and laugh as a means to egg him on, arms instinctively wrapping around his waist as he flips your world upside down.