rindou x reader

twelve •

"Y/n what are you doing out so late?"

I flinched at the voice I recognised.

"Y/n who's this?" Rindou paused once he saw.

"Baji Keisuke huh?"

It grew quiet, an awkward type of quiet.

"Baji lets get going..." I proposed, the said boy stood up.

He led the way, I trailed not far behind, when I felt around my wrist.

"Can I have your number?" Rindou whispered.

I stuttered along my words, forgetting how to speak.

"Uh, wh- yeah...I mean."

He handed me his phone and I quickly types the numbers in before racing after Baji.

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"You like Rindou Haitani." Baji began, "Do you know what he's capable of? He's the biggest fuck-boy in Japan!"

I felt like I was being scolded, my head drooping as I looked st my shoes.

"This is because of what happened...at your school the other week. Isnt't it?" Baji questioned.

I nodded, "Well, it's a lot more complicated than that..."

Baji kept his eyes locked onto me.

"I mean...long story short, I guess I kinda stood up for Mitsuya and that, and clearly, Rindou's brother didn't like that and apparently he's been trying to jump me...the day I saw them, after school Ran tried to hurt me..." I explained, "Or at least that's what Rindou told me."

Baji looked pissed, I wasn't sure if it was because Ran was trying to jump me or if it's because I like Rindou.

"Who knows about this." His voice, it was more of a demand.

"Yuzuha."

Rindou's pov

Y/n had gave me her number then left, that was great. Since when was she best friends with Baji?

It was near midnight, and I was getting bored.

What better way to cure bordom than go to a strip club.

I walked over to a nearby club that was usually open until 2AM. Walking in, I saw different groups, some consisted of females watching male strippers, however most of them were men watching the girls.

One of them really caught my attention, she was dressed in a thin piece of fabric, she was a foreigner, I could tell. Her curves were well defined by what she wore. She didn't have many men watching her, so I made my way over. Sliding a ¥10,000 note onto her slight stage she stood on. She winked at me, walking over and jumping down, I caught her, her arms wrapping around my neck.

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Before I knew it, I was whisked away and into a VIP room, making out with the foreigner, whose name I didn't even know.

I felt my phone vibrate and make a noise, I pulled it out of my pocket.

It was a text.

From Y/n.

Y/n
Hey!

The stripper girl saw, "Who's this? Your girlfriend." She smirked.

She snatched my phone, texting back before throwing it away.

She went to my jawline, gently biting it, her hands slipping up my shirt.

I shouldn't be doing this. Not with her.

"Stop." It came more as a moan. I was fucked now.

"Stop what honey?" She chuckled, moving down, lifitng my shirt up to trace my stomach with her tongue.

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I left the room. I didn't want that. Not with her. Not with anyone.

"Y/n." I breathed.

Y/n's pov

"You have his number right?" Baji asked.

I nodded, not telling him I had just got it.

"Text him, you might as well try I suppose. I personally would advise you to not like him but its up to you."

I grabbed my phone, typing in the message box, Baji laid on his side, he was on the floor, blanket over his face.

Y/n
Hey!

I put my phone to the side, anxiously waiting for a reply.

Ding!

I opened my phone, seeing Rindou's number pop up.

Rin
He's busy sweetie ;)

My heart shattered.

Not that we were together anyway, Baji told me he was a fuck-boy. Baji said I would be better off without him.

I'm young and in love.

end of chapter

a/n: nearly halfway there queens