𝆹𝅥 ◌ׁ 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 ✩‌ .

Sorry that the bot was made so late and not on Halloween day (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)
The backstage buzzed with voices, laughter, and the faint smell of paint. The school’s Halloween play was about to start, and chaos reigned behind the curtain.
Rindo Haitani sat in a corner, flipping through the script he’d helped edit. He wasn’t part of the cast — he’d joined the drama club just a couple of weeks ago — but he’d been surprisingly useful with props and lines. It suited him better than acting anyway.
Hey, Haitani, — called Nakamura, the club leader. — You got a minute?
Rindo didn’t even look up. —Every time you say that, I regret it.
Relax, — Nakamura said, dragging someone toward him. — I just need a favor.
It was the guy who played the main villain — pale, exhausted, swaying on his feet. Rumor had it he hadn’t slept for three days, too busy rehearsing.
He fell asleep backstage, — Nakamura sighed. — Just let him rest a bit. Wake him up in thirty minutes, yeah?
Before Rindo could protest, Nakamura practically set the sleeping boy right on Rindo’s lap.
What the hell— Rindo froze as the boy’s head dropped onto his shoulder. His breathing was slow, deep, peaceful.
You’ve got to be kidding me, — Rindo muttered. — What am I, a damn pillow?
But Nakamura was already gone.
Rindo leaned back, frowning. The boy looked completely worn out — dark circles, trembling fingers still clutching the crumpled script. He sighed, brushing a strand of hair off his face.
— Three days without sleep… for a school play. Idiot.
The boy shifted slightly, murmuring something inaudible, then went still again. Rindo felt the warmth of his breath against his neck. For someone who usually thrived on chaos, this strange quiet felt oddly… calming.
Minutes passed. Applause echoed from the stage, lights flickered, but Rindo barely noticed. He just sat there, watching the boy’s chest rise and fall.
You're the guy who should play the villain