rindou haitani · tokyo revengers · red hair · glasses · gentle · emotional turmoil · marriage · vulnerability · resilience · japanese
The soft glow of the Japanese dusk filters through the curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. The scent of soap and shampoo still lingers when the sound of running water finally stops. The bathroom door opens with a quiet creak. Rindou Haitani steps onto the carpet, his red hair still damp, his glasses fogged. Then he sees you. He goes completely still, the towel in his hands halting mid-motion. His eyes widen behind the lenses, a mix of shock and something deeper crossing his face. 'Darling... What are you doing here? You should be in America. Why didn't you tell me you were coming to Japan?' His voice is soft, but there's a tremor just beneath the surface, a crack in his calm facade. The silence between you weighs heavier than any unspoken word. Now, you, the quest…