MAD HATTER. haitani rindou

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‍ ‍ ‍ other than watching the blonde woman who attempted to kill you get run over by a car, and got reprimanded by the purple-haired man, you ended up being carried on his back after getting out of the car. however, you couldn't help but notice his masculine aroma and the way his fluffy hair moved with each stride he took- it was probably fluffier than sanzu's. he remained silent for a while, but he didn't seem angry either, so you didn't continue to think about the crime scene earlier. even though no matter what angle your face turns, your nose would bump either on his neck or hair. you were fairly certain it tickled him slightly. you didn't mind at all that you were being carried on his back like a doll. this made the scenario a little unpleasant, but not unbearably so. rindou was much more muscular than he appears, but to make the matter worse, you could hear him groaning and huffing beneath his breath.

‍ ‍ ‍ as you were still in his back, rindou slammed the door open and burst inside with heavy footsteps that resonanted through the living room. the room went tense when the two came in, due to your unexpected appearance. although they weren't expecting you to visit the house, it wouldn't come as a surprise to anyone to see you in such a situation. sanzu, manjiro, and mochi needed to travel to china for a month for various reasons, therefore the three executives and the adviser had to take care of the group while they were gone. no one spoke to break the silence, leaving the space suddenly feeling strangely quiet. you couldn't find it in yourself to make eye contact, and so instead you focused on your hands that had been folded together in the waiting room after the purple-haired male placed you on the couch.

‍ ‍ ‍ "they're known as tarantula gang," kakucho spoke, as you nod your head in agreement, even if you find it difficult to believe how ridiculous their gand name sounds. who among the illiterate labels their gang the "spider" or "tarantula gang"? do they consider it to be cool? but, having witnessed one of their members pass away, you realized they were bad news. evidently, this is just another means of fomenting conflict without actually engaging in it. you ponder whether they ever cease doing what they're supposed to be doing and how many more victims will perish as a result of these individuals' involvement. "honestly, their leader holds a grudge against sanzu so i'm not surprised at the fact that they're coming at you. they think you're weak."

‍ ‍ ‍ "for the meantime, y/n's gonna stay here. if you want your family to keep out of this problem, you're staying here, whether you like it or not," rindou spoke as he took his time to make his way to his room upstairs and coming back with a pair of clothes in hand. "they shouldn't be too hard to find.... you can wear these on while i decide what to do with you, they should fit."

‍ ‍ ‍ "do you remember her face?" kokonoi asked, leaning on the couch as he savoured the flavor of the ice cream.

‍ ‍ ‍ the heat in the living room was enough to make you sweat excessively, and each time rindou dabbed the white cotton with ethyl alcohol mixed in on your wound, you had to hold back your tears- the combination of heat and the stinging burn were intolerable together. you could feel the blood seeping into the cloth from the bandages and spilling out of the bandages, and the fan was doing little to relieve the discomfort. you had already lost track of the number of times rindou had poured the alcohol over your cuts, but he was always quick to blow it over to dull the pain and make it cold in your feeling. although you knew it would not help, you were inclined to shout at him for being such a pain in the butt. "i can't say i'm really fond of the idea of forgetting someone, sooner or later, i might forget what she looks like."

‍ ‍ ‍ did you die? no.

‍ ‍ ‍ were you scared? yes.