Serious Question, Is Shinichiro The Loyal Type?

serious question, is shinichiro the loyal type?

i’m never serious but i will be for you anon

is shinichiro the loyal type? hell fucking yes, let me explain.

shinichiro is part of the sano siblings so automatically he is loyal, but he’s so sweet and the best boyfriend ever. always going out of his way to buy your favorite snacks from the store, sending you cute little messages like “you’re the best thing to ever happen to me” or “i’m so madly in love with you”

when he misses you he goes through his phone and looks at all the pictures he’s took, smile growing bigger and bigger with every image. speaking of pictures, he captures everything and i mean everything, to your sleepy morning face to that beautiful laugh he always loves to hear.

he’s so clingy behind closed doors, whining when you remove yourself from his hold to get up, don’t get me started on when he’s just woke up and drags your body from across the bed to hold you closer always nestling his face in the crevice of your neck.

in public he’s subtle, fingers intertwined with yours, arm thrown over your shoulder and grinning ear to ear whenever you look at him.

people ask him who you are and shinichiro always always proudly says “they’re the love of my life”

men's tits, yeah, sure, obviously, but what about men's thighs

cw. infidelity, revenge, violence. people get shot.

a/n. experimenting with emotion ig

the scent of another woman was strong on him again.

you wouldn’t bother confronting him. for what? for him to tell you you’re insane again? that you’re overreacting, over exaggerating, as if the marks on his neck were make believe. your hands tremble when you help him out of his clothes, throat tight when he sighs for you to fetch him his whiskey, thick index finger curling beneath the knot of his tie. wordlessly you oblige.

in fact, wordless you remained all night.

rindou would’ve been smart to think it odd. the purple marks on his neck stung amidst the cold air in the apartment, and the stinging on his broad back matched the pain. he was almost sure you’d go ballistic this time, a reaction he was searching for. desperate to seek out the devil hiding in his sweet, sweet girlfriend. surely you’re deranged too, yes? with your own little mr.hyde brooding beneath your pretty skin, aching for that last snap to crawl out and taint your darling features. he didn’t bother telling you he didn’t care for the women he fucked around with, it was better for you to think he did. it was better to manipulate your mind, allow yourself theories to poison and permeate, allow time to take its course. he was a patient man. he could wait for you.

but he wasn’t prepared for his effort to reward him.

it comes a few days later, your freshly done nails clattering lightly against the tupperware with his forgotten lunch tucked away in the plastic, lunch bag hanging on your arm with drinks and snacks since he’d been staying to the office longer these days as they had new investors to sort out. your flats softly hit against the floor, soft, flowery dress swaying as you walk, the edges brushing against the middle of your thighs. then, suddenly, you round the corner and you see him. him, along with his brother and bonten’s number three.

“how cute, she’s like a little housewife.”

ran smiles when you trot towards them and something about his tone has the tip of your ears burning, chin squaring off. mocking. is he mocking you? rindou flashes a lazy smirk, pulling his hands out his pockets.

“docile like one too. what a sweet girl.”

docile. is that what he thought you were? docile?

your soft smile steels and the men just barely have a second to notice before a door shuts, and clicking fills the hallway again. your eyes have a second to dart, quick enough to watch the light colored, red manicured hand curl around your boyfriend’s bicep and squeeze. your eyes dart again; up to his face to see the woman leaning in, red painted lips pressing against his cheek. dart again. purple irises blink dry at you, soft chuckle breathed out, the smirk on his face twitching. he doesn’t make a move to move her and suddenly your knuckles go white around the small container.

“rin-rin,” she breathes with a pout, big eyes blinking up at him dumbly. “you promised we’d have lunch together today.”

lunch?

rindou chuckles. “i know, dianna, but my girlfriend brought me food.”

suddenly it’s like you exist again. this girl, diana’s eyes finally trail over to you, and she has the audacity to widen, mouth dropping open in mock shock. “oh!” she’s barely holding back a giggle. “i didn’t know you had company.”

company.

her eyes trail over you and your skin sets on fire with the realization that she’s sizing you up. all the while all you can do is blink, awful, dreadful feeling of bile stuck in the back of your throat. blue eyes reach yours again and she offers a fake, sympathetic smile, the most innocent tone in her voice when she has the audacity to speak again.

“funny. i thought you said she was pretty.”

in your peripherals you can see her hand tighten around rin’s arm.

“she’s not?” rindou’s heart races, taking note of the turbulent look in your eyes. “i think she is.”

dianne chuckles, leaning in to him now. one breast pushes up against his arm, her head nestled onto his shoulder. “mm, well.” and she pauses, and you hope it’s because common sense took over for her, but no such luck. she gives you a tight, smug grin. “i think you can do better.”

your body moves as soon as the words register.

you knew rindou. if not from the inside out, from the outside in. you knew how he carried himself and what he carried on himself, so it took you no time to drop the container into rin’s hands, left hand ducking into his suit to collect the pistol that sat right on his hip every time he left home. it happens quickly, your thumbs moving instinctively, clicking off the safety while your fingers slot into position. you don’t give them a second to understand.

bang!

rindou blinks. there’s a scream. the grip on his arm tightens and releases, and when his head turns to his right he’s watching dianne clutch her arm in slow motion. the exclamations of shock from nearby doesn’t register to him, nor do the commands for him to move, do something, you just shot someone. he turns his head again and all what registers is a flash of light and the distinct sound of a pop. pain shoots up his leg, numbing pain he was acquainted to, but pain that makes him fall to his knees without a fight. then dark purple eyes are finally looking up at you, shocked haze clearing, the reality of you staring him directly in the face with a murderous glint in your eyes and a loaded pistol held between his.

your jaw ticks. you wish you could pull the trigger, but ran would be quick to return the favor- the only reason he hadn’t yet likely being from shock. you just shot two people. you, rindou haitani’s darling angel of a girlfriend, some cute little pushover he liked to fuck more than most. you shot two people. one being your boyfriend. and even now, blood pouring from his knees as he’s knelt before you, the red lipstick on his cheek seems brighter than the crimson pool staining your strappy flats.

for a second you wonder if a bullet to the cheek would do away with that nasty thing.

ran’s yelling at you to put the gun down, asking rindou if he’s alright; to just say the word abd you’d be over with. words rindou wouldn’t say, the purple-headed man far too infatuated with you at the moment. it’s the most loving he’s looked at you in weeks, admirable glint in his eyes that reminds you of worship. of course he’d like this. of course he’d like pissing you off. the thought pisses you off even more, and w the pistol is weighty in your hand.

you stare him down for a second, gun never lowering. in fact, your grip adjusts as you speak for the first time since you’d arrived.

“clean yourself up before you walk back in my house.” you pause, eyes falling to that forsaken mark again. “or i’ll send you to hell myself.”

it’s chilling, like dry ice settled underneath everyone’s skin. the look in your eyes is nothing shy of terrifying, and for a second, even ran falters. but rindou doesn’t think you’ve looked more beautiful.

the thought plagues his mind as you stalk off, his gun still in your hand when you disappear to the elevator and out of his sight. the pain in his leg is numbing, and he allows kakucho and ran to yell around him, dote until medical attention comes running. he can’t even listen to dianne anymore. he’d probably fire or kill her after this, depending on how annoyed he was when he saw her again. he couldn’t care about anything else except you. except his victory over you.

finally, you broke. and he was eager to break you again.

this made me so happy

THREE DISASTERS

inspired after this

"oi! y/n-san! this is for you!" mikey shouted before running with his basketball in hands, dodging from baji and then throwing the ball to the basket. he went with all the confidence he had, only to miss it so bad that the ball had hit a car far away. both you and your boyfriend laughed at his little brother running the opposite direction of the damage he just made, baji was holding his belly from how much he was laughing at his friend.

dating shinichiro means that you'll get four younger siblings to take care, two of them are almost angels, izana and emma were playing with the girl's dolls while the other two beasts — kids — were playing basketball. shinichiro took the ball and runned to score a three points for you, "y/n, this is for you!". just as mikey, he missed, even worse than the other boy. now both manjiro and baji are laughing at the oldest sano, shin came back to sat at your side and gained a kiss on the cheek for his attempt.

"hey! y/n-san!-" that was all baji could say before tripping on his own feet and fall above the ball, even if mikey was the closest to him he couldn't stop laughing at how stupid his friend looked. baji stood up like nothing happened, running after mikey for not helping him before. while they were busy chasing each other, izana lifted emma on his arms for her to get the basket, they both smiled at you and shinichiro while the other kids shouted saying that it was unfair.

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