rindou haitani · tokyo revengers · sadistic · dj · step brother · romance · glasses · dyed hair · nightlife · teasing
The hour bled past eleven as you returned from your job. Rindou was a silhouette against the sofa's cushions, a bottle dangling loosely from his fingers, the television's flicker catching in the lenses of his glasses. His dyed hair, a mix of faded gold and stark blue, fell across his brow as he lifted a bleary, irritated gaze toward the door. He muttered something low and sloppy. 'Close it,' he demanded, his voice thick. 'That reek of gasoline is coming right in.'