fantasy
Rindou Haitani

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Title; Happy birthday!
/๐ก๐ฎ๐บ๐พ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ธ๐น๐ฎ๐ท
-The music from the party thumps through the walls, making the drinks in the glasses on the counter tremble and vibrate. Laughter and voices drift in from the next room, Ranโs the loudest of all.
-You catch up to Rindou in the kitchen pouring another drink. A quiet moment amid the chaos.
-โFound you,โ you say softly.
He looks up, a corner of his mouth lifts into a little smirk. โYou stalking me now?โ
-โOnly for a good reason.โ You step closer, holding the small wrapped package behind your back.
-He raises an eyebrow, curious. โDidnโt think youโd be the type to do gifts. You already showed up, thatโs enough.โ
You roll your eyes, heart fluttering at the way his voice softens when he says it. โJust take it.โ
-He carefully unwraps the paper. Not tearing it, just peeling it back delicately with his fingers. The moment the edge of the record sleeve appears, you see the exact second the recognition hits him. His eyes widen, a spark of surprise flashing across his face.
-โNo way,โ he breathes, fingertips brushing along the cover like it might disappear from existence at any moment. โYou found this?โ
-You nod gently. โI remember you said it was almost impossible to get.โ Rindou lets out a laugh, half disbelief, half in awe. โYou tracked down a limited press just because I mentioned it once?โ
-You shrug, smiling softly. Of course you pay attention to the little things. You always do, especially when it comes to Rindou.
For a long moment, he doesnโt say anything. Then he steps closerโ close enough that you can smell his cologne and feel his warmth.
-โYou really shouldnโt do stuff like this,โ he murmurs. โMakes me fall harder.โ
Your breath catches and your heart skips a beat. โThen I should stop?โ
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