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Leia (Wife! Akane x Painter! Kokonoi x Painting! Inui)

Angst

Word count: 1.37k

(Inspired by Luka Megurine-Leia)

His wife died. Her body was reduced to nothing but ash the unfortunate incident that nobody had predicted. He never hated flames more in his life. He despised them. More than that, he despised himself for being powerless. He tried to save her. Like a hero on the battlefield, he ran to her, not caring if his skin burned, not caring if his property is destroyed, not caring about anything. He just wanted his wife to be safe and sound.

The Gods surely hated the man. Somebody had cursed him. If they wanted they could've taken him away but they chose to make him suffer. Maybe he didn't deserve happiness. Maybe he was the worst kind of scum. He was there sitting outside the ICU, hoping that everything will go back to the way it was.

"I'm sorry, She is dead," One of the doctors had informed him. He stood there looking at the white walls with a blank face. He did not believe that she died. The doctor was lying to him. He was jealous of him. How can Akane die when he could still see her right next to him?

Kokonoi came back to his cabin. It was a place where he would paint his pieces. He was known for his talent, he was young and had a vision that artists hold to make themselves known to the world. He could feel it, his Akane was right here. She just needed a physical form. How can he give her that?

After a lot of thinking, he came to the conclusion that he would make a painting of his wife. That way, he could look at his wife, talk to her, and stay with her. Kokonoi took this sketchbook and started jotting down ideas.

"No! No! No! this is not right!" He yelled in annoyance as he ripped the painting rigorously. The painting didn't look right, it didn't feel right. It was the imposter of Akane. His Akane was as pretty as a lily, as enchanting as the stars, as captivating as the snow, and as heartwarming as the new year's dawn.

After a painful year and a half. Finally, He drew a painting. He stood there in awe. What was this feeling? This nostalgia?

It feels like love. He fell in love. The painting was ideal, the best version of his love. The burn on the side of her head was an interpretation of the fact that his love was the prettiest even with imperfections. Her hair was slightly chopped, to show her delicate neck. Her transparent skin was as white as snow.

"This is it, Here you are with me, My love," Kokonoi said as he caressed the face of the painting. He ran his nails on the neck of his love as he was reminded of the first night of their wedding. Anyone would look at him and say he was indeed too deep in love. Almost unhealthy.

Let me feel you one more time.

Kokonoi had been telling a story about an annoying customer he had come across at work. He had been seated at the dining table with his meal in front of him. This painting was placed with the utmost care on the chair that was right in front of him. An exact plate of food in front of it.

Kokonoi felt as if it was the first time they met, in the library, where he felt tingly like there were butterflies flapping their wings in his stomach. This feeling is real. He was happy, he could feel his love's presence. He smiled brightly as he continued to talk to the painting about his days at work.

The painting wasn't living. He was a fool.

Let me touch you one more time.

"Where are you, my love?" He called out as he came back home from work. He embraced the painting at the sight of it. He knew that his love embraced him. He could feel his love's warm embrace, it had always been like that. He used to cuddle with her under the sheets vulnerable as he showered her with his love.

Surely, if he can touch and feel the things he knew before, the painting was indeed living. His lover was right next to him, right?

Let me see you one more time.

"Mr. Kokonoi has lost his mind. He tells us that his wife is alive and they are the happiest. I went to the funeral and also visited her grave. She is no more." One of his friends at work said. He didn't mean to eavesdrop but when he did he was furious.

First the doctor and now his friends. What is going on? He saw his love right this morning. There is no way she is dead. Who do those people think they are?

He lost himself too deep. No one can bring him back to the shore.

"My love, Open your eyes", He asked as he looked at the painting. The painting barely did anything. Kokonoi had tears in his eyes. No! he refuses to believe that his colleagues were telling the truth. His love is right in front of him. He wasn't crazy, he wasn't mad. He was just a lovesick fool who is sinking deep in love, that's not abnormal.

"Look at me, I beg of you, "He said as he cried loudly at the painting. Why wasn't it responding to him? He looked at it closely, the cardboard canvas felt nothing like skin, no butterflies, no flowers blooming in his chest. He can't feel any more but at least he can hear his love's voice, he can see her, smell her fragrance.

"If you can't look at me, I'll give you my eyes," He said. He took his favorite palette knife that his wife had once gifted him and gouged his eyes and offered it to his love. He will do anything for his love. He knows no bounds.

Let me hear you one more time.

"What have I done?" He asked himself in despair. He can't look at her beauty. The face that he sees every morning, every night, every time.

'Koko, it's alright,' He heard the sweet voice of his wife. Yes! everything is alright. You are here with me, I am here with you. Nobody will come between us. He can listen. He can talk to her. That's all he needs to survive. A sign, it doesn't matter if he can't feel her, touch her, or see her. As long as he had a sign, that his love is here. That's all he needs.

Let me smell you one more time.

"What's wrong? My love," He spoke once again. This time couldn't hear anything. Why? everything was fine before. Why was this happening to him?

"You gave me a sign last time, where are you now?" He called again. He smelled gasoline. It was the same smell like the last time he saw her. She was calling for him. He poured gasoline on the painting and himself before lighting a match.

He reminisces the flames, those darned flames that took the life of his love, and the smell of burning wood surrounding him. He couldn't see anything. He wasn't sorrowful, he was going back to his wife. He was happy, almost beaming in joy.

'I'm coming back to you, My love," He said his last words. A perfect ending where he dies along with his love. Sadly, when he went to the afterworld he didn't meet his love because his love was a mere painting.

People do outrageous things in the name of love. Even the smartest of folks fall prey to this damaging feeling. To him, he never once regretted falling in love with Akane. At the end of his story, he had been unfaithful to Akane. He failed to realize that 'His Love' and 'Akane' were two different beings. His painting was who he wanted Akane to be; not who Akane actually was.

Drawing of Koko's love.

#Tokyo Revengers #koko #tokyorev kokonoi #kokonoi angst #kokonoi headcanons #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers angst #tokrev #tokyo revenger #akane #inui seishu #inupi seishu #tenjiku #toman #akane inui #tokyo revengers #tokyo revegers angst

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Strong Love (Kurokawa Izana x Reader)

Fantasy Au

Angst with happy ending

Word count: 2.05K

"My queen, is there something bothering you?" He always called her that when they were alone. The word sometimes made her heart throb in happiness, other times it made her cry because she believed that she wasn't worthy enough to be called that. Irony indeed, where a mere word can cause a great rift in one's heart. She was just a commoner, a believer in fate, and someone who the King fancied.

"No, your highness, it is nothing to be concerned about," She replied as she flashed him a closed-eye smile.

"You don't have to call me that when we are by ourselves," He said, the king was a beautiful man, his long white hair that fall on his face naturally enhancing his beauty. His purple eyes resembled rare gemstones which makes any living being stop their tracks only to have another look at them.

"I shall be mindful of that," She replied as she held his hand and leaned her frame to him as he wrapped his hands around her pulling her close to him.

The empire of Tenjiku, the most powerful region of the continent. They were well-known for their refined army and brutal training. The king of the empire, Kurokawa Izana had kept the legacy of the empire alive. After the death of his parents and his beloved brother of another kingdom, he sought to become someone of great value and would strive to make the world a better place.

He and his loyal disciples were seated at a round table, discussing the agenda of the month. These sessions were usually of great value, the members of the board along with the king never were to miss this meeting under any circumstances.

"Your highness, Valhalla and Toman have merged, "Kakucho, the most loyal knight of the king spoke. Toman was a rival nation to Tenjiku, the sole reason why none of them declare war is because of the respect they pose for Sano Shinichiro, the king of Black Dragon.

Alas, that treaty had become history when Kisaki Tetta, the dark mage of the evil cult "Hanmas" had poisoned king Shinichiro and spread the rumor that Toman's ruler Manjirou had assassinated him for power.

Safe to say that both nations were on bad terms when Black Dragon became a subsidiary to Tenjiku, as per King Shinichiro's will.

"Toman is getting bigger, they are threatening our borders, we must do something or they might declare war," Ran Haitani, the older lord of the Noble Haitani family who had been serving under the Kurokawa family as their advisers spoke.

"What can we even do in this situation?" Shion, the acting ruler of Black Dragons questioned. He was known as the most trusted mate to the Izana after Kakucho.

"We are surrounded by allies, they won't side with Toman, "Mochi, the leader of the special arms unit gave his input.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, we need something concrete," King Izana made a valid point.

"What about the Akashi family? They seem to be planning something" Mucho, a spy under Tenjiiku. His main purpose was to get information about Toman and their allies and report them to Izana.

"I am good friends with the 2nd prince, Haruchiyo, he has promised to stay neutral." Lord Rindou said. Lord Rindou and 2nd Prince Haruchiyo, met on several occasions. They had been planning an assassination of the 1st prince Takeomi and 1st princess Senju, in order for Haruchiyo to become the Lord of the Akashi family and expand the Haitani territory.

"Yea, good friends," Shion mocked, only to receive a threatening glare from the older Haitani. Legally, Shion held more power than the Haitanis but somehow was submissive to them.

"It has come to my notice that the nation of Moebius had cut ties with Toman and has become a free nation," Kakucho said. Moebius's King 'Osanai' was working with the Hanmas, Manjirou suspected that Mobius was responsible for Shinichiro's death but he didn't have any evidence so he broke ties with Osanai instead of war.

"In order to guarantee our complete authority over Moebius, We have to ask for their 1st Princess's hand, An arranged marriage between the house of Kurokawa and Moebius". (Just imagine Osanai having a sister or something).

"No, I have (Y/N), I do not need another woman in my life," King Izana blurt out without any hesitation leaving no room for argument.

"That's all for today, Dismiss," The king announced. The moment Izana gave his word, the members of the board bowed down in respect and went to attend their respective agenda, except for one.

"Shion? was there something you needed to address to me personally?" Izana asked, Unknowing to him and Shion that another presence was listening to their conversation, unintentionally.

"Please reconsider, your highness, power is what the kingdom needs right now, agree to the marriage with the Moebius nation," Shion said as he looked deep into the eyes of Izana. Izana was a great ruler but he isn't going to be young forever.

"You can have lady (Y/n) as your mistress, she is a smart woman, she knows the kingdom's dynamics. Surely, she will come to terms with it," Shion continued, knowing that the king has her in his mind. He had always thought that it was a pity that (Y/n) wasn't born to a lord. Otherwise, she would be a great queen.

"Alright, I'll think about it,"Izana said as he sighed. Shion though more about the empire and Izana was thankful for that. He wasn't going to agree to the marriage but he had to do some thinking. In order for the empire to continue, he needed a heir.

'Figures,' She thought to herself dishearten, as she made her way back to the King's room. On her way back she heard a few maids gossiping among themselves. Sad to say, they held a higher status when compared to her.

'That commoner? I wonder what the king saw in her.'

'Maybe she is a spy for Toman.'

'What a Harlot. She seduced the King.'

'The King would be better off with someone else.'

Rumors formed a dark cloud around her. She knew that she was not the one to be by the king's side. All these years she had been surrounded by riches and fortune. The king had spoiled her rotten. She was possessive of the King, she loved him with all her heart. Perhaps, she was being greedy. What is she? The King's lover? A commoner? and...? Who?

She decided that she would leave, she wrote a letter before walking away from the place that she never belonged to.

My Love,

If you find this letter, it means that I no longer wish to be found. I have come to realize that; all these years I had been deluding myself into thinking that I am someone of great importance because I am loved by the king. I kept on believing that what the king and I have will be eternal. I must thank you for everything you have done for me.

I have come to know how beautiful and giving love is because of you. I am truly blessed. I wish happiness and good fortune for you and your queen. My King is an honorable man, the best ruler of the continent. Someone like you should deserve the best and I do not believe that I am the one to hold the spot.

Do you remember the time when we first met? It was raining that day too. I still feel embarrassed that I spoke to you with malice when you jumped in my garden. I was ignorant of the fact that you were the king. You laughed at my outburst and spoke to me like a friend. You told me about how you dreamed to make the nation a better place with such passion. I hope that you still have the same determination as before.

For I will go on a journey to find out who I was before I was blinded by greed. Before I lived in luxury before I was blessed by your love.

I am no royalty, I am not worthy of staying by your side as your significant other. Perhaps, this is god's will. Please respect my wishes. I do not think I will be able to live with the fact that your highness will be a laughing stock because of my presence. Take care of yourself.

(Y/N)(L/N)

"Kakucho!! Find (Y/n) and bring her here this instant," A worried King called for his most loyal knight. He crumbled the letter in anger.

"Yes, your highness," Kakucho replied as he summoned Mochi to assemble couple of search parties for Izana's most prized possession.

'SHIT!! How can I be so stupid,' Izana thought as he strolled the corridor, snapping at anyone who approaches him. He mentally cursed his stupidity. He knew that she was aware about the possible interview, he saw her silhouette when he was speaking to Shion. Yet, he did nothing to ease her worries. He didn't care about Moebius or Toman. The only thing he doesn't want to let go is her.

After sending a dozen of search parties, his lover was yet to be found. Izana thought for a while, any clue that would help reunite his lover to him. Think! Think!. 'The river near the west forest'. It was a place she would often go to ease her mind. She would always visit the place at least twice a month. That's the only clue he got.

He took the nearest horse and rode towards the river. After a few minutes, he found someone, it was no doubt her, any beauty in the world cannot surpass hers.

"I knew I would find you here," A smooth voice said. She knew that voice all too well. The king was standing right in front of her. How he knew her more than she did herself.

"Your Highness," She called as she lowered her head in respect. Holding her gown tight and biting down her lower lip to avoid bursting down in tears.

"I believe I told you not to call me that," Izana said as he took another step towards her to close the distance. With every step he took towards her, she took one backwards. Eventually leading to him caging her to the nearest tree.

"You mustn't be here. It's rude to the future Queen of the empire." She said, trying to find an escape route, to have a tough exterior only to gently pick up what's left of her in loneliness.

"The only Queen I want to keep by my side is you," He said as he placed his forehead on hers, holding her close. Again, just a few words and he already made his way inside her heart.

"I cannot be your mistress, I will not. You can call me selfish but I cannot bear to see the man I love in the arms of another," She cried out, placing her hands in front of her face in an attempt to cover her teary face.

"I promise you. It will never happen. I agree that traditions are important and in order to continue the legacy of our kingdom. Don't forget, this is my kingdom, I am free to do what I want. The only thing I want is you," He spoke out his deepest thoughts leaving no room for doubt. Still, there was a dark cloud lurking around her telling her that this is wrong and the king will never be happy with her.

"My love, my heart only beats for you," He said as he held both his hands in hers pulling her closer, with their chests barely touching. All her previous determination of running away to find herself vanished in thin air.

"Will you marry me?" He continues. The four words he said with a slight blush on his face was just enough to make her heart skip a beat. She realized that she was the best version of herself when she was with him and it was the same for him.

"Yes" She replied as he leaned down to capture her lips with his own.

#tokyo revengers izana #izana x reader #tokyo revegers angst #tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev x you #izana kurokawa #shion madarame #kurokawa izana x reader #haitani brothers #rindou haitani #ran haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #sano manjiro #kisaki #hanma shuji #tokyo revengers #tr kakucho

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Omg hello who hurt you? Why are your first 2 fics gotta be painful? I will help you formulate a revenge plan if you want 😭

Okay but jokes aside your they're good, i enjoyed reading them and i'll be here waiting for more if you still have fics to offer hihi but they do be stabbing me a little 😀

I'm preparing myself just in case something happens in the manga. Jk. Thanks for reading my stuff, had them in my drafts for a long time just didn't think they were worth posting. Glad I did.

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My Soul Haruchiyo Sanzu X reader (Angst)

Words: 1.1k

The concept of death never really mattered to Sanzu Haruchiyo. For the mad dog of Bonten, killing was the same as breathing. Yet, why? why was he shivering? In his line of work, weaknesses are to be discarded. But why did he feel like the world has come to a stop when Mikey ordered him to get rid of you. The love of his life who he knew he never truly deserved.

Memories of innocence invaded his mind. Every chapter of his life she was there, as his savior, his lover, his queen. Times where she cupped his face in her palms and told him how deep her love flows for him. How he deserved love. She accepted the broken him with no qualms. Always giving him the world.

Never in a million years had he thought he had to choose between his King or his Muse. Mikey never had a problem with her before but why now? Did Sanzu show vulnerability? Did he portray weakness? Was he not ruthless enough in the eyes of his subordinates? Why did Mikey come to the conclusion that the death of his love will be the answer?

He had to choose. Bonten was his kingdom and his king's word is the law.

His way back to his safe space didn't feel safe anymore. He felt cold after a long time. He told himself, that it was simply his intoxication or the weather. His hands made their way to the doorknob, wondering how he can make this easy for the both of them. He bit his bottom lip hard hoping that this was just a bad dream.

She stood there her back facing Sanzu as she was cooking. With the smell of it, it was his favorite. She heard footsteps get closer to her, she smiled softly inside knowing that her lover is right behind her and in a few seconds will wrap his hands around her waist and bury his face in her neck grinning like the lovesick fool he is.

"Haru," She called as she turned her head only to meet with her lover with his sadistic smile and a gun pointing straight at her.

Sanzu watched her eyes widen for a brief second before they went back to their original position. With no fear in her eyes. She softly smiled as she looked at him as if he was the most precious thing in the world. She knew him like the back of her hand. That sadistic smile he wore was nothing but a facade. Sanzu could feel his resolve crumbling. He had to do something quickly before the ache in his heart turns unbearable.

"Let's go to the roof," She said as she made her way toward the stairs and Sanzu followed right behind her. Sanzu felt his legs go heavy, every step he took felt painful. No amount of drugs will help numb his pain. The devil lurking on his shoulder telling him to get rid of her right this moment. A mere minute felt like a century when they met with the stars. She twirled around gently to meet with his eyes, still smiling.

"Hold me Haru," She said as she made her way right in front of him. Sanzu didn't even waste a breath as he wrapped his hands around her, his gun long discarded and laying on the ground. He never held her this tight almost suffocating but she didn't mind. Tears threatened to fall from his lash line as she caress his hair and held him as if he was made of glass. She gently pulled away from him and placed a hand on his cheek.

"Don't look at me like that!" He yelled painfully, gripping her blouse tight. She moved her lips towards his scar and placed a small kiss on it. Sanzu felt his knees go weak as he unintentionally let go of her.

"Let's run away," He ought to say. He wanted to say but... 'Do you really think Mikey will let you get away with it?' The voice in him said. He feared Mikey more than anything in the world. He knew what he was capable of. He was Mikey's slave and Mikey was his king. Betrayal was a lost concept for someone who only knew loyalty.

Why couldn't he choose you?

"Haruchiyo, "She called as he broke free from his thoughts. He found her in a circumstance he knew he never wanted. She stood there on the railing of the roof just a light push will end in death. His eyes were going blurry with the number of tears clouding his vision, yet he never blinked his eyes.

"Haruchiyo, I told you whatever your decision is I'll stand by you. Please don't blame yourself, this is something I decided on my own" She said as he paused hoping that he would meet her eyes. She wanted to burn his face in her memory so she can take it to the other world.

"Compared to your pain mine will be over in an instant." She said as she looked him in the eye internally cursing Mikey for giving her love so much pain.

"Please remember, I love you. In this life in our next life, I will find you. I forever belong to you," She said. her soothing words always gave him courage. His breath hitched as he hoped that he could run to her and simply hope that this was just a nightmare.

"Don't cry. I'm not going to die. As long as you think of me I'll always be alive inside of you. My soul is always watching over you." She said. She had always been the one to hold both of them, she was the stronger one of the both of them. Even her parting words gave him the strength to move on.

"Smile Haruchiyo," She said as he did so. That was the least he could do for her. As much as it hurt, she knew this was the end as she leaned back losing her footing and as the wind swayed her hair she looked at the stars silently praying for him to be safe as she met with her end, Haruchiyo yelled.

He knew that he would never be the same at least not without her.

#tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #sanzu haruchiyo #sano manjiro #tokyo revengers #haruchiyo x y/n #sanzu x y/n #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo #tokyo revengers angst #sanzu angst #sanzu #tokyo revenger #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo angst

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luka-ali · 2 years

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Tokyo revengers spoilers 255.

Lol sanzu removing the katana like raiden shogun.

#tokyo manji gang #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #sanzu akashi #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revegers angst #ran haitani #rindo #spoilers 255 #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #sano manjiro

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I can't say, 'I Love You'

Paring: Ran Haitani x reader, Rindou Haitani x reader.

angst

Word count: 1.2k

(Y/n)(L/n), an undiscovered gem was what she was supposed to be. A sweet girl with alluring eyes, nothing but elegance radiating out of her. She was everything Ran wanted in a woman. At first sight, he just couldn't look away.

She seemed to have captured the heart of the infamous Ran Haitani in those small hands of hers. Holding on to it so tight, it might just break into infinite fragments. To this day he never knew how she was capable of doing so much without even trying. He wanted her, yearned for her.

Unfortunately, she wasn't his.

"Nii-san, I want to introduce you to my girlfriend". When Rindou first said that, he didn't think much of it. No doubt, he was curious about the girl his brother chose and was looking forward to meeting her. Nonetheless, He was happy that his baby brother finally has a girlfriend.

All good things aside, Rindou was his obvious priority, he was not going to leave any stone unturned. He had plans to investigate the said girl thoroughly all for his brother's happiness.

The day finally arrived, Rindou had informed him that she would be visiting. When she made her appearance, he was instantly drawn, like a moth to a flame. It was obvious she was nervous but as they exchanged words with each other, the situation felt more normal. Rindou was being considerate, trying to bring up things that they could converse about. He wanted to make sure that his brother will approve of his girlfriend.

That day he didn't think much. but now, the more he sees her the more he finds himself falling deeply in love.

When the three of them decided to go to a nearby festival. A goddess was what was standing in front of him. She had dressed up in a lovely floral kimono. He briefly glanced towards Rindou, he looked enchanted, his cheeks dusted in red. Rindou made his way towards her as he held her hand in his.

"You look ok," Rindou quietly mumbled under his breath. Her face said it all, she appreciated the compliment even if it wasn't much. They had fun, Rindou tried to impress her by winning a prize in the shooting game. She looked happy enough with his effort. Every moment felt fun until they went their separate ways.

"Close your eyes," Rindou whispers. Both teenagers are under the moonlight as fireworks burst in the sky. She closed her eyes as Rindou touches her hair, trying to put a beautiful pin in them. Rindou stepped back as she opened her eyes. she looked at him in awe as he thanked him for the beautiful flower hairpiece. She held both his hands hers, a simple gesture that gives him confidence. Now, both her and him are kissing, looking at each other with nothing but love.

Ran didn't mean to see them in their moments, 'it was a coincidence', was what he tells himself. He wonders why he is punishing himself. How can he not feel hurt?

That pin? Rindou was the one who asked him to choose it for you.

Days were he and Rindou snuck into her house were quite often. As famous delinquents, fights were natural. She would scold Rindou as she tenderly treated his wounds.

Sometimes the three of them would eat dinner, binge a random movie, or sleep when too lazy. Her home was a small base for the three of them to bond. Ran knew, that this wasn't his world but he still wanted to be a part of it. Both she and Rindou were not into a lot of PDA. Ran wouldn't say but he was extremely grateful for that. He didn't think he could witness them kissing without him breaking down.

The shampoo he used was the same as hers, his entire face flushed deep red in realization. How can something so small stir up so much emotion in him? Rindou was fast asleep in her bed as she finished the dishes and other formalities so that she could run into the arms of his brother. Seeking comfort in them.

"Help me dry my hair, (N/N)-chan?"Ran asked, in hopes that she would agree. When she did, he felt happy. She took the dryer in her hand and stood behind him.

It was something about the way she ran her delicate fingers in his hair, trying to untangle possible knots. She does it so gently that it reminds him of a lover. He was melting in her touch, it felt so domestic, it felt like home. But he knows that kindness is in her nature, he knows it is just a simple gesture of trying to limit the natural hurt.

But oh God, how much he losses his mind when he feels her nails barely touch his scalp. His mind wanders elsewhere, a place where no one but him is allowed to enter.

'Will your nails feel this good when you hold onto me when I am one with you?' He mumbles to himself. Only for this moment forth, does he ignore it, ignores the guilt in his stomach as he lets himself imagine her in his arms, where the person she looks at is him and not his brother. Kissing her till the both of them are panting for air and when they are done, he gently places her head on his shoulder. The whole world would stop.

Birthday and other wishes turned into an extra text message hoping to elongate their conversation. Innocent touches on her shoulder turned into stolen kisses when she is in the arms of his brother drowning deep in the depth of dreamland. An excuse turned into lies just to give her something that would remind her of him. Oh, Did he wonder if he ever crosses her mind? at least a percent of how much she invades his head.

He was conflicted. How should he let go of the girl that will never be his? He would rather die than hurt his younger brother. He feels disgusted with himself, the brief moment where his heart leaps in happiness when Rindou tells him that she had him had not gone all the way yet.

It has been 2 years and he still can't move on. His heartache only increases with every detailed intimacy he hears from Rindou. He indulges in habits, he himself is not proud of. He just wants to go back, back to where she didn't exist. Never had he known that falling in love would hurt so much. He wonders, who should he be angry at? Her? how could he when she had shown nothing but kindness to him? At Rindou? never. If he was in Rindou's place he would've done the same thing.

Ran Haitani reached his limit. After suffering for almost 2 years. He desperately looks into his brother's eyes, both instantly losing their appetite as Ran mumbled a few words that would cause a great rift between both the brothers.

"Rindou, I'm in love with your girlfriend."

#rindo #ran #ran haitani #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo revegers angst #rindou x y/n #rindou haitani #tokyo manji gang #haitani rindou x reader #haitani brothers

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