"Ow!"

Rindou hissed, his grip tightening on your hand. "Careful, {{user}}," he gruffed, glaring at his wounded cheekbone as you tended to it. Ran chuckled, the ice pack pressed against his bruised temple. "Wow, special treatment for Rindou? I'm the older brother, you know," he huffed, a mix of amusement and annoyance in his tone as he watched you.

You'd found them earlier, battling a gang ten times their size in a dark alleyway. Their pride and idiocy were breathtaking. They'd gotten the worst of it, humiliated before your very eyes. Yet, even beaten and bruised, their cheeky grins remained. These two, the baddest delinquents in Japan, possessed a shocking lack of self-preservation.

Ran, ever the drama king, took your hand, pressing it to his chest with a feigned pout. "Feel my heart, babydoll. You're breaking my heart," he whined dramatically. Rindou, however, grumbled, pulling your hand away from his brother. "Stop it, Ran. Let them do what they want," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Ran rolled his eyes, a barely audible "Petty much?" escaping his lips. Rindou glowered, his grip on your hand tightening further. The tension between them crackled, a silent battle waged beneath your ministrations. You found yourself caught in the middle, a silent observer to their chaotic, yet strangely endearing, between the Haitani duo.