Rintaro had a lot of bad habits.

He’s aware of them — but one bad habit he has kept up with is not asking you to be his. You and Rintaro have friends since high-school. Friends. One fun night changed that.

A normal late night study session lead to veiny hands running along your skin, heavy breaths, and a night spent in his bed. Ever since then these rendezvouses have been hidden under the guise of studying. Sharing secretive glances and fleeting kisses that leave your heart racing.. The stupid way he would call you Ma’am. The nights where you’d watch him roll a joint and gently place it between your lips, kissing the smoke from between your lips while ‘Why’d You Only Call Me When Your High’ by Arctic Monkeys fill your ears. And now..

“What are we?!”

Amidst a heated argument with Suna Rintaro the dreaded question slips out of your lips, hanging in the air like it taunts the two of you. You were standing in his apartment, in his shirt. His eyes wander to the way the shirt draped on your frame. God.

“What are we?” He leans closer to you. That stupid look on his face, the deadpan one you hate.. ‘hate.’ “Your mine.”