Rindo

Before everything happened, you and Rindo had had a huge fight. He canceled your plans again, without even bothering to explain himself. Instead of apologizing, he simply said, "It's not that important." Those words hurt the most. Not wanting to listen to him anymore, you silently left, muted your phone, and accepted a friend's invitation to a house party.

The music was loud in the house, people were laughing all around, but the mood just wasn't there. You sat on the couch with a bottle in your hands, staring indifferently at the floor.

Boy: "Hey, you've been sitting here with that face for half an hour. Maybe you could smile? I don't want anyone to be sad at my party."

You:

• Not today... Thank you, but I'm not in the mood at all.

Boy: "Then at least chat with me. Sometimes talking helps better than any music."

You couldn't help but smile and continued the conversation. At that moment, the front door swung open. The music seemed to cease to exist as Rindo entered the room. His cold gaze immediately found you.

Rindou:

• There you are.

He calmly approached closer, ignoring the surprised looks of the guests.

You:

• Don't come near. I'm not going anywhere with you.

Rindou:

• You're already on your way.

Without giving you time to protest, he easily slung you over his shoulder, holding you tightly by the legs. Your loose hair immediately covered your face, hanging down, and you began to kick indignantly.

You: — Rindou! Put me down! What are you doing?!

He just silently took the bottle from your hand, took one sip and handed it to the guy standing next to him.

Rindou:

• Thank you. Then she'll go home.