Pᴀʀᴀᴅᴏxɪᴄᴀʟ (sanzu×rindo)

Chapter 2: Drunken Night

I heard from somewhere that Rindo wears gloves to hide the scars on his hands sooooooooo

Also, warnings of ahem smut, explicit content, the breaking of laws which will be a norm lmaoaoao
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A smirk rested on his god-carved lips,  his scars stretching to such an attractive extent. Blue eyes shone through the dimness of the night, hinted with a glint of lust.

"Strip."

And he willingly did so.

Now—what exactly happened that led to this current situation?

Basically, after Ran had left, the only people left in the private room they had booked was Kakucho, Sanzu and Rindo. Excluding the females in the room of course.

"Sanzu." the black haired male called out, his heterchromatic eyes darting to the pink haired male. Brushing the women crowding around him, he dusted them off like unsightly specks of dust, standing up from the glossy leather sofa.

The said male who had a mullet haircut looked towards Kakucho, a wide crazed grin on his lips, probably from the drugs and alcohol he took.

Hand reaching towards his face, Kakucho massaged his temples, finding the atmosphere in the bar suffocating, especially when surrounded by women he had not requested for. "Can you bring Rindo back? I need to go somewhere else first before I head back to.....home."

Weirdly so, the word 'home' left his lips, and it gave him a surprisingly sweet taste.

A place to call home.

Sanzu hummed loudly, nodding his head as he turned to the lilac coloured male that had blue streaks in his hair. The said male, Haitani Rindo, was already dozing off, drool about to escape from the edges of his lips at how his mouth hung agape.

"I'll bring him back then, to home hm?" he asked, nudging the half-asleep male as he teased Bonten's number 3.

Clearing his throat embarrassingly, Kakucho nodded. "Yes. To home."

His words made the pink haired male burst out in laughter, finding humor in Kakucho's words. Home. A place to call home. Such a far-fetched dream. And to recognise Japan's worst criminal organization as family? Insane. Utterly insane.

As the black haired male left, Sanzu's boisterous laughter died down, as he motioned for the other people in the room to leave, and paid the bill with the card that contained his monthly allowance given by Kokonoi.

"Come on.......Let's go." he chanted for the umpteenth time, his words seemingly out-of-character. Since when was he so nice to someone? Or perhaps Rindo just had a special place in that heartless heart of his.

Slurring, the purple haired male slapped his hand away, muttering curses under his breath as he opened his eyes to meet the sight of Sanzu.

"Ugh......Sanzu?" he slurred, pushing himself closer towards the pink haired male who hadn't moved an inch. His hands reached up, slapping softly on Sanzu's cheeks as he had a small session of tug-of-war with it.

Softly trailing his clothed thumb down the scars at the edges of his lips, his lilac eyes were glued to them, seemingly analysing its depth.

Whereas in the other hand, Sanzu was in a state of utmost confusion, finding his hands grabbing onto Rindo's waist, just incase he fell or something. And with the close proximity their faces were, he could smell the heavy scent of alcohol off the male that was carefully seated on his lap, finding comfort with his ass cheeks rested on the laps of Sanzu's.