Tokyo Revengers One shots

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Rindou watches as the reader (you) gets stabbed.....

Bonten Rindou x Bonten Reader (Female) 

As I walked alongside Rindou, the enigmatic man who occupied an ambiguous place in my life, I found myself lost in a labyrinth of emotions. We weren't conventional friends, nor were we romantically involved, but there was an undeniable connection that kept us entangled in a web of confusing feelings. It was a mixture of fondness, maybe even love, combined with a magnetic attraction that made it all the more perplexing.

While we made our way to our next assignment, the atmosphere seemed charged with an unspoken tension. I couldn't help but steal glances at Rindou, his features so striking, and yet so familiar to me. There was a certain allure to him, both in his appearance and personality, that captivated my thoughts.

Caught in my silent contemplation, I was startled when Rindou, as if sensing my attention, turned his head and playfully teased me, "Take a picture, it lasts longer." A smirk graced my lips, and with a hint of seduction, I retorted, "Who says I haven't before?" His surprise was evident, and for a moment, our eyes locked in a playful exchange that spoke volumes without words.

But before the moment could fully unravel, the world around me tilted on its axis. An excruciating pain ripped through my back, rendering me breathless. Everything seemed to blur, and I instinctively reached for the source of torment. It was a knife, cold and malicious, buried deep in my flesh.

Biting my lower lip to stifle the anguished cries threatening to escape, I managed to summon the strength to pull the weapon out. As the blade glinted crimson under the dim streetlight, I couldn't help but notice how terrifying and pitiful my reflection appeared on its polished surface. Fear gnawed at me, both for the danger I was in and for the weight of unspoken words that hung heavy in the air.

Rindou's concerned voice tried to reach me, but the pain and the roaring in my ears drowned out his words. He must have realized something was terribly wrong, his posture and expression shifting as realization set in. Despite the turmoil within, I forced a weak smile, not wanting him to witness my fear.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, I looked into his eyes, trying to convey all the emotions that had remained unsaid between us. But the world began to spin, darkness encroaching upon my vision, and I knew my time was slipping away.

In that moment of weakness, regret engulfed me. I might never have the chance to tell Rindou how deeply I cared for him, how his presence in my life had filled it with both joy and torment. As the world faded into oblivion, I clung to the hope that perhaps fate would be kind enough to grant me another chance to express the feelings that had remained unspoken in the shadows of our uncertain relationship.

Rindous POV
As the horrifying reality of the situation dawned on me, I stood frozen in shock, unable to move or speak. My eyes were fixed on (First Name), who seemed to be in agony, slowly extracting something from her back. The air was heavy with fear, and the world around us seemed to fade away as the gravity of the moment intensified.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I watched the reflective blade emerge from (First Name)'s back, tainted with crimson. She appeared almost entranced by the sight, lost in the trance of the surreal experience. My heart pounded in my chest, and all I could do was helplessly observe as the color drained from her face and her eyes began to close.

Terror and anger surged within me, a potent mix of emotions. Without a moment's hesitation, I turned to face her, my arms instinctively reaching out to support her trembling form. Desperation filled my voice as I applied pressure to the wound that continued to bleed relentlessly. I tried to steady her, feeling the warmth of her blood staining my hands, a vivid reminder of the danger she was in.