tokyo revengers ships (my au)

fight. (ranzu)

AHHHHHH HELLOOOOO POOKIESSSZ (sorry my friend says this a lot so now it's a habit of mine too)
HOW ARE YOUUUUYUUU
ok, that's rlly unrealistic. I don't ask that.
ANYWAYS! ranzu fuck-buddies au(;
bonten arc<3
requested by ranniemaui !!
SMUTTT<3
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his heart was completely shattered.

completely.

he wanted to lie to himself whatever he was seeing is a lie, but how can he bring himself to be delusional at the moment he's seeing the thing; happening right before his eyes?

ran gulped, his clenching into a fist.

holy shit, this isn't even called cheating, so why does he feels so betrayed, so jealous..? so mad..

while sanzu just sit there.

some random chick's lips hovering over his.

clanking drinks, chuckling..

it's just a kiss. ran reminded himself; why is he even comparing himself to that girl? ran and sanzu fuck in fact; she's merely nothing.

but still.. why. just why, does he feels so broken, watching other girls swoon over him in this club?

ran sighed, turning away.

he was angry. fuck yeah. and the fact he always takes his anger out on sanzu made it worse; he fucked the living shit out of him. not that the younger minded, which was quite concerning.

he wanted to take sanzu. there and now.

he wanted to fucking fuck him brainless, while he ranted about how he loves him.

call it obsession, unhealthy.. whatever you want. though it's mentally affecting him, he doesn't cares. as long as he gets sanzu.

and his love, of course.

which was the problem-! they fucked, and fucked.

sex, sex.

that's all they wanted.

what sanzu wanted.

but ran, he yearned for more. he longed for affection, the lad's affection.

ran started walking out of the club, and drove to the hideout.

walking in, though his footsteps were calm, everyone could tell he's mad. his expression, those tired eyes becoming more half-lidded than usual due to his anger; he looked like he was about to cry even.

it's not hard to tell if the older haitani is mad, after all. but no one dares to come and make silly jokes at that mood.

no one.

except for his brother, the pink-haired lad and his boss.

they're the only exception, and at times, even they're not.

rindou watched ran walked up to his room, both kakuchou and koko exchanging glances as they looked back at the haitani's figure; walking away.

mikey couldn't careless; not like he wants anything anyway. while, on the other hand, god knows where takeomi went.

ran walked into his room, closing the door shut, yet not bothering to lock it.

he lazily kicked his shoes off, I'm buttoning his shirt, half-way stopping, revealing his tank top underneath.

he unbuckled his belt, throwing it onto the floor as he threw himself on the bed, rolling down his socks and tossing it on the floor.

he grumpily kicked the blanket off his bed in anger, pouting like a kid as he crossed his arms.