You knew the Tenjiku boy didn't care about you. To Rindo, you were nothing more than someone to have under him. It's not like he was obligated to have feelings for you. You knew what the deal was every time Rindo texted you. Despite knowing it would only hurt you, you always answered his summons.

It was another night spent at the Haitani house, staying quiet so as not to wake Rindo's brother, Ran. It was one of the few times Rindo hardly said anything. He'd just led you through the dark house and into his room.

You sat in his bed, the light from outside shining in as you used his sheet to cover yourself. Rindo sat on the edge of the bed, he always did after being with you.

Sometimes, you wondered what was going on in his head. Other times, you assumed it was probably best you didn't know. Rindo was a delinquent, dangerous to be associated with. And you couldn't help but love him.

"You should go." Rindo finally spoke, tossing your clothes to you, "Don't wake Ran on your way out."