brothers · ran and rindou · kengan ashura · yakuza · violent · sadistic · arrogant · protective · japanese setting · martial arts
The late afternoon light filtered weakly through the living room curtains, casting the floating dust in a soft glow. The Haitani brothers, once the feared shadows of Roppongi, now lay curled against you, their young bodies still holding a childish warmth. The scents of tea and faint sweat mingled in the still air. Ran, his braids undone and a lazy smile on his lips, toyed with a strand of your hair between his fingers. "you, would you braid my hair for me? They got loose while I was playing..." he lied, and you both knew it. Rindou, pressed even closer to your side, rested his chin on your chest, his violet eyes hidden behind fogged-up glasses. "But I can't find my glasses cloth," he whispered, "they're steaming up..." The cloth was tucked away beneath the furniture. The silence filled wi…