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[itoshiabi]

Rin Itoshi would never post you on his socials.... Not until the day he puts a ring on your finger.

It's not because he's ashamed. Never that.

You're the only person who's ever made him feel warmth in a world that often felt cold.

But he's Rin—it's hard for him to say things aloud.

And it's even harder to give the world a piece of something he holds so close.

So for the longest time, your face only appears in the blurry corners of his stories:

A hand holding his.

A silhouette in a sunset.

Your shoes beside his after practice.

Nothing obvious. Nothing loud.

Because to Rin, love isn't for show—it's sacred. And it's dangerous too.

His fans are intense, the media worse.

He didn't want your life flooded with flashing cameras or strangers stalking your smile. His brother's and teammates' teasing were already enough.

That's why his plan was always clear-

He'll keep your love quiet until he can make it permanent.

He'll wait until you say yes to forever.

And when you finally do—when you whisper that trembling yes, eyes glossy with happy tears—

Rin takes the perfect photo.

You're laughing, holding up your hand with the ring he chose months ago.

The diamond catches the light like a promise.

And you look like everything he ever wanted to believe in.

He posts it on his verified account within an hour.

No hiding. No hesitation. No blur.

The caption?

Short. Honest. So unlike him that the world stops to stare:

My beginning and my end. She said yes.

And just like that, Rin Itoshi finally lets the world see the one person he never wanted to share.

Because now, you're his fiancée.

And that means you're his, in every way he ever dreamed.

[itoshiabi]

[itoshiabi]

Rin Itoshi (Friends to Lovers + Slow Burn)

Rin has trust issues, serious ones. So don't expect him to fall easily. He won't open up to just anyone. You'll have to become his friend first, slowly gaining his trust. And only after that, his icy walls will start to melt.

He'll fall hard, painfully, and most of all—he'll think it's one-sided. Unless you confess first, he won't dare admit his feelings. He's too scared of losing you. This one is a very slow burn romance, but when it hits? It really hits.

Sae Itoshi (Forced Proximity + Slow Burn)

Romance? Sae couldn't care less. He's detached, emotionally unavailable, and never takes the time to really understand people.

But what happens when he's forced to spend time with someone like you—someone who's genuine, patient, and surprisingly kind to him even when he's being a complete jerk?

That's when it starts. He'll begin noticing your warmth… and the loneliness he didn't even know he was carrying. You'll break down his walls, slowly. Painfully. And without realizing it, you'll become his safe place.

Isagi Yoichi (Arranged Date + Love at First Sight)

We all know Isagi is a total family guy. So when his mom sets him up on an arranged date with you, a sweet girl she adores.... he agrees, just to make her happy.

But the moment he meets you? It's over for him.

You're kind, funny, and effortlessly easy to talk to. You're also beautiful, which doesn't hurt. And hearing how much his parents love you already? Let's just say… Isagi won't be walking away from this date without catching serious feelings.

Nagi Seishiro (Online Friends to Lovers + Slow Burn)

He's addicted to gaming—and you're the girl who keeps defeating him in every match. That's right. You're his online rival, his in-game teacher, and the one person he can't stop thinking about.

At first, it's admiration. Then curiosity. And slowly, without even noticing, Nagi finds himself… caring.

It'll take a while for him to realize it's love (feelings are such a hassle, after all), but when he does? It's all in.

Barou Shoei (Grumpy x Sunshine)

This one's a classic. You meet Barou through his precious little sisters—who instantly adore you. And when he's forced to meet "the babysitter his sisters won't shut up about," he's grumpy and dismissive at first.

But you? You win him over just like you did with them. Your sunshine-like personality crashes into his storm, and surprisingly, it works.

You're capable, kind, and protective of his sisters. And now that you have their approval, nothing's stopping Barou from asking you out. Not even his pride.

[itoshiabi]

Unwanted child

[itoshiabi]

Is it wrong If I'm addicted to your fem reader x sakura 🤭? About how she calling him angel and then he ask her to became his girlfriend then act protective around her.

One-shot, romantic

Do you mind if you do part 4 ? About how he think she feel mad at him because when he talk with her she looks mad, but actually she have that expression because she feel hurt in her stomach because she just got her period (I got inspiration from a spy x family scene where yor got a shot to her butt and then came home with a expression that make loid think she have a bad day).

In that day sakura ask her to go on a date together, actually she doesn't want to go but don't have a heart to tell no since she think about how sakura will feel When she refused to go on a date with him.

When they go to kotoha's cafe,kotoha know that reader have expression like that because her period then she give her a warm tea to soothing her pain, after kotoha tell sakura about fem reader's reason why she have that expression.

Sakura feel relief since he thought fem reader got mad at him, then he start to help fem reader maybe with spoiled her.

She's not mad, she's menstruating

You hide your period pain during a date, but Sakura thinks you're mad at him—until he finds out the truth and starts spoiling you in his own quiet way.

Haruka Sakura is panicking.

He's sitting beside you on the train, gripping his phone with a blank look while you stare out the window, arms crossed, lips slightly pouting.

You haven't said a word in fifteen minutes. Your brows have been knit together the whole time. And when he offered you a pack of your favorite snacks, you just said, "No, thank you," in a tone that sounded way too polite for the girl who usually calls him "angel" like it's his first name.

He gulps quietly.

Did he do something?

Forget something?

Did someone say something to you?

Have you stopped liking him?

Is this the beginning of the end?!

He sneaks another look at your face. You shift uncomfortably, your hand subtly pressing to your lower stomach, as if trying to hide it. Your expression twists just a little more, and Sakura silently screams inside.

You're definitely mad.

Shit.....

What did he do wrong?

Did he mess something up?

Was it something he said?

Maybe you finally realized that he's boring. Too quiet. Too violent. Too… him?

His fists tighten on his knees as the train hums beneath him. He glances at you again, subtly. You're leaning against the glass, one hand resting gently over your lower abdomen, fingers twitching as if trying not to grip the fabric of your skirt.

You look uncomfortable.

Tense.

Like you're suppressing something.

And that just makes his anxiety worse.

You've always been honest with him. Loudly, even. So why now?

Are you falling out of love?

➽──────────────❥

You arrive at Kotoha's café in quiet steps, and the moment you walk in, the atmosphere shifts. The soft clink of mugs. The warmth of familiar faces. Kotoha waves from behind the counter, her sleeves rolled up, a towel slung over her shoulder.

But the moment she sees your face, her smirk falters.

"…Damn," she mutters. "Who hurt you?"

You force a smile, barely there. "No one. Just… tired."

You're not lying, exactly.

You are tired.

Tired of the dull ache blooming inside you since this morning. The cramps that came without warning. The fog in your head. The twist in your stomach every time you moved too fast or stood up too quickly.

You didn't want to cancel on Sakura.

Not when his voice sounded hopeful on the phone. Come out with me.I wanna show you something.

You could never say no to that.

Even if you feel like your uterus is trying to strangle you from the inside.

Haruka sits across from you now, eyes flicking from your hands to your face and back again. You can tell he's trying to say something. Trying to figure out what's wrong.

But you don't have the heart to dump your girl problems on his lap. He's not used to that kind of talk. Not yet. And this isn't like you, you who normally teases him, pokes fun at his scowls, makes him blush with pet names in public.

You're trying to be normal. Trying not to ruin the day.

But maybe you're trying too hard.

Because when Kotoha comes over with a mug of steaming herbal tea, something earthy and floral, she doesn't say a word. Just places it gently in front of you and gives you a look.

That look.

The "I know exactly what kind of day you're having" look.

You blink up at her, lips parted. She just smiles.

Then she leans down next to Haruka and whispers under her breath.

He tenses.

"…What?"

Kotoha repeats herself louder this time. "She's on her period, dumbass."

Haruka's whole body stiffens. "…Huh?"

"She's experiencing cramps. Probably dying inside right now, and you dragged her out for a date."

He looks at you. Really looks this time.

The quiet wincing. The way you shift slowly in your seat. The almost-pale cast to your face. Your hand, curled gently against your abdomen like a shield.

You weren't mad.

You were hurting.

And even though when he should be blushing and yell at Kotoha for saying something about period, about which he has no idea about.... his chest tightens. He's feeling worried instead.

Because that's not important right now. That important thing is you're hurting right now. "Y/n....." he says, his voice lower now, soft and almost unsure. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You blink up at him, startled. "Tell you what?"

"That you're on your.... pe.." He blushes, looking away. "No, I mean that you don't.... don't feel good?"

You look away too. Embarrassed. "It's not a big deal."

He looks at you again, worried, "But you're hurting!"

"I didn't wanna cancel on you," you murmur, fingers wrapping tighter around the mug. "I know you were looking forward to this. I was too. I just—didn't want to disappoint you."

Haruka stares.

The silence stretches.

Then, without a word, he scoots around the booth and sits beside you instead.

He doesn't speak. He just shifts so his arm is behind you, his shoulder warm against yours. Awkward, blushing.

"Next time," he mutters quietly, ears red "just tell me, ok?"

You nod slowly, leaning into him.

"I'm sorry if I looked mad…"

"You scared me."

"…I scared you?" you echo, laughing softly. "You fight people for fun."

"Yeah, and you looked scarier than all of them."

You blink. He shrugs, embarrassed, even his neck goes red. "Your face was… really serious. And you didn't call me anything. I thought you hated me."

You shake your head, trying not to laugh. "Never. I just felt like crap."

Haruka exhales. A long, slow breath.

"I'll carry you next time, then" he says flatly. "If you're hurting. I'll come to your house. Bring stuffs. Just like Suo and Nirei does when I'm sick. You don't have to move."

You look up at him, surprised. "Really?"

He nods, dead serious.

Also blushing like a cute schoolgirl.

You smile and lean your head on his shoulder, staring right at his eyes.

"…I like when you say stuff like that."

"Hey.... I- I'm not trying to be romantic!"

"You are, though."

He doesn't answer. Just looks away to hide his blush.

Outside, the world moves on as the café buzzes softly with life. Kotoha pretends not to stare and fails miserably. And Haruka, still so serious, still so awkward, keeps blushing.

[itoshiabi]

[itoshiabi]

It's not love, it's worse

Pt.5 of stain

PT.4 here, Pt.6 coming soon

You fall asleep on Sae's couch but instead of being annoyed he realizes your chaos makes him feel alive in a way nothing else does, trying to deny the fact that this feeling isn't love.

You fall asleep on his couch.

Mid-rant. Mid-eye roll. Mid-accusation that his "couch probably costs more than a kidney on the black market."

You pass out like you own the place, in full war paint, someone else's jersey, a dramatic ponytail and the smell of that dark red lipstick still hanging in the air. You're curled up on his fancy pillow like it's your personal revenge throne.

And Sae just stands there.

Staring.

Blinking.

Processing the fact that you, the human equivalent of a cat screaming at a billionaire, are now sleeping in his living room.

And he should be annoyed.

But he isn't.

In fact, the corner of his mouth twitches. A small, dangerous smile that no one ever sees, not the press, not the fans, not even Rin.

You're out cold, and somehow, this is the most peace he has felt in months.

His thoughts start rewinding, unprompted:

The café.

The spilled coffee.

The look on your face on the photo that stalker took. He doesn't know why he didn't stopped that men from posting that photo. Maybe it was a twisted joke... For ruining his shirt but...He kinda wanted that photo to get viral, wanted the world to see you two together.

He knows he should've walked away. But instead, he stayed.

Then came the sarcasm. The insults. The way you talk to him like he's some minor inconvenience instead of a global celebrity.

You never cared about his fame.

You cared that he was rich enough to make you suspicious.

You cared that he dared to exist in your line of vision while being infuriating.

And somehow, your hatred is the most honest thing he's experienced in years.

You pout like you're at war with capitalism. You insult his money like it personally wronged your ancestors. You get that scrunched-up little look every time he calls you "adorable" like you're about to sue him for emotional distress.

And God help him…He likes it.

He laughs because of you.

You don't know it but every time you call him "walking ATM" or "dead-eyed Gucci mannequin," he wants to laugh so hard it breaks his cold, boring reputation.

He watches you now passed out, lips parted, breathing softly. That smudged makeup. That ridiculous jersey. The slight twitch of your brows like you're annoyed even in your sleep.

He exhales slowly, staring up at the ceiling.

It's quiet.

Too quiet.

Without your voice ricocheting around the apartment, it feels like he's back to being alone in the world. Just a guy with too much money and no real reason to smile.

Even football feels like work now. Exhausting. Predictable. Emotionless.

But you?

You're chaos. You're messy, loud, impossible, and painfully real.

And maybe — maybe it's not love.

He doesn't know what love even is.

But when you blushed the other day at something flirty he said, why did he want to kiss that exact spot on your cheek? Why did his heart pick up? Why did he want to say something worse, just to see that look again?

Why does he remember every insult you've thrown at him like they're compliments?

Why does he feel like chasing you?

Why does your annoyed face bring him more joy than a trophy?

This isn't love.

No.

This is something worse.

Because it makes him feel alive.

And nothing else does.

[itoshiabi]

Rin Itoshi would absolutely panic like crazy when he'll hear you groaning in pain from period cramps for the first time.

This man has never had a girlfriend before you. No sisters. No female cousins. Not even a normal female friend. The only women he's interacted with are probably the team doctor and maybe a manager once a month. That's it.

So when you suddenly double over, clutching your stomach, gasping or letting out a quiet scream?

He'll just stand there like:

"What happened?"

"I'm fine. Period cramps."

And when you'll say, "It's normal. It happens every month," he'll look at you like you just admitted to surviving being stabbed monthly.

You'll tell him to calm down and rest beside you, but he won't be in the room anymore. No, he'll be in the kitchen whisper-screaming at his phone like it personally offended him.

Rin Itoshi's Google search history at 12:47 PM:

"How to stop period cramps FAST"

"Do girls DIE from period pain??"

"How do I help girlfriend with period pain no experience"

"Best foods for uterus"

"How to compress pain out of body without hurting her more"

"Can you remove a uterus safely in your own house (hypothetical)"

He'll come back with:

A mug of hot water (not tea. just… hot water.)

A sock filled with hot rice (he found it on a blog)

A banana (??? for potassium apparently)

A blanket (!!! Because Google said warmth)

And a whole notebook because he's now tracking your cycle himself

And then he'll sit beside you, eyes wide, completely pale like:

"Why does it hurt this much? Should we call someone? Are you dying?"

"No Rin. This is normal. My uterus is just throwing a tantrum."

He'll just stare at you like you just casually told him you live with daily torture.

You'd be half dying but also blushing because this man is SO serious about helping.

And he'd say something like:

"I'm going to fix it next month. I'll be prepared."

"Rin! That's not how estrogen works...."

[itoshiabi]

Hi! I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a rin scenario whrre thr reader his gf is a global pop sensation but she gets a crazy amount of hate from his female soccer fans just because she’s only half Japanese half smth else dont need to specify that.

It ends up with her sniffling and rin being one pissed bf. Fluff slight angst and overall a cute story about overcoming obstacles.

She's mine. Cry Harder

When you're attacked online for not being Japanese, Rin finds out and makes it clear you're the only one he wants, no matter what anyone says.

You didn't expect it to hurt this much.

Not after all these years in the spotlight.

Not after surviving critics, rival stans, tabloids, paparazzi, and having your private life dissected like it was entertainment.

But this… this is different.Because this isn't about your music. Your image. Your brand.

This is about who you are— your roots, your blood. Something you never chose.

And somehow, that's what makes it crueler.

You sit alone in the quiet room tucked beneath the stadium the one reserved for player families and partners, elbows propped on your knees, phone balanced in both hands like it's something sacred. Or radioactive.

You shouldn't be checking it. Rin's match just ended, and he's probably headed toward the locker room right now. You promised yourself you'd stay off social media tonight. Let him enjoy the win. But curiosity is a sharp knife, and tonight, you press against the blade.

The trending tag is the first thing you see.

#RinDeservesBetter

Your stomach clenches.

You tap it. You shouldn't. But you do.

"She's not even Japanese. No wonder she's clinging to him for validation."

"It's embarrassing how low his standards are."

"We all know she's using his fame to stay relevant in Japan."

"Real Japanese girls love Rin without needing attention."

"You'll never be one of us. He'll wake up eventually."

Thousands of quote tweets. Edits with other women replacing your face beside Rin's. Old clips of him looking tired, cold, focused — being re-captioned to twist a new narrative: that he regrets you. That he's only with you because he's too emotionally stunted to leave.

You swipe down again. Another comment, sharp as a bullet:

"He could have anyone. Why her?"

And even though you've read worse, even though you're used to this, something about that one… it hits bone.

You lock your phone and press it face-down against your thigh.

The door opens behind you.

You already know it's him.

His footsteps are distinct — heavy but quiet, sharp like the way he plays. You don't lift your head as he enters. Don't speak as he crosses the room. You hear the locker room key drop onto the table, followed by the rustle of his duffel bag sliding off his shoulder.

He stands there, still in his jersey. Damp from shower. Breath steady.

You feel his eyes on you.

"You didn't come watch the match."

His voice is flat, low, but not unkind. Just observant.

You finally look up.

"I saw it from the screen in here," you say softly. "You played well."

Rin narrows his eyes slightly, jaw shifting. He studies your face, then the way your fingers fidget over your phone like it's burning you.

"What happened?"

Your breath stutters. "Nothing."

"Bullshit."

You flinch at the way he says it. Not loudly. But like he's already decided he'll get the truth.

Rin steps forward slowly, kneels in front of you so you're face to face. His palm touches your knee, grounding you.

"Tell me," he says again, voice even quieter now. "What did they do?"

You try to smile. "Don't worry about it, Rin. Really. I can handle a few tweets."

But he's already reaching for your phone.

You hesitate.

"Rin—"

He lifts his head. Just a look.

That look.

The one that stops you cold, the one that reminds you who he is on the field— calm, calculating, merciless.

You give him the phone.

He opens it, taps into the notifications, scrolls.

Silence stretches. You study his face as his eyes scan the comments. His breathing doesn't change. His mouth doesn't twitch. He doesn't curse, doesn't flinch. But you see it anyway, the way his knuckles tighten slightly around the phone. The flash in his eyes that screams rage.

"Do you believe any of this?" he asks suddenly, voice like steel.

"No—Rin, of course not—"

"Then why do you look like someone stabbed you?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Because they did."

That makes him pause.

And then—he stands.

For a second, you think he's going to punch a wall. Storm out. Call someone. But instead, he pulls out his phone.

"Wait—what are you doing?"

"I'm handling it."

"Rin—"

"I'm not asking," he says flatly, not even looking up. "I'm done watching them talk like that about you."

Your heart races. "Rin, I don't want people saying you're being controlled by your girlfriend, or—"

"If they think I care what people say, they don't know who the fuck I am."

That shuts you up.

He continues typing something on his verified account, the one with millions of followers, his official account.

A photo. A candid one you took of each other weeks ago. You're in his hoodie, sunglasses crooked, kissing his jaw while he rolls his eyes at the camera.

He attaches it.

Caption:

She's mine. Cry harder.

He presses post.

You stare at him, stunned. "You… really don't care what they'll say?"

Rin looks down at you again — calm, composed, eyes burning like coals.

"I care what you feel when you read shit like that."

He crouches again, this time closer, hands on either side of your legs. "I care that you sat in here, alone, thinking you're not enough for me. When you're the only person I've ever wanted."

Your throat tightens. "It's just so exhausting, Rin. They'll keep going. They'll pick everything apart. My race. My voice. My face. Everything I'm not."

"Then I'll keep reminding them," he whispers, leaning in, "that they lost. That you're the one who has me. And that nothing they do will ever change that."

The emotion in your chest swells, heavy and hot and aching.

"You're not ashamed of me?" you ask quietly.

He stares at you like you just insulted him.

"Ashamed?"

His hand comes up to your face, thumb brushing your cheek.

"You could be made of stardust and thunder, and they'd still find something to hate."

His voice lowers, lashes shadowing those sea-glass eyes.

"But they don't matter. You do."

You don't know what makes the tears fall — the words, or the way he says them. Like there's no debate. Like he's already carved you into the foundation of his world.

You curl into him, arms wrapping around his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder.

He holds you close.

So close it's like he wants to shield you from the entire planet.

And just like always… you let him.

[itoshiabi]

Noah 🤤

Anime/manhwa: Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke's Mansion

[itoshiabi]

Hii lovely! Can i request the blue lock boys mistaking reader's older brother for another guy and getting jealous of him. (Plz include isagi, bachira, reo, nagi, rin, sae, kaiser, shidou and anyone else you'd like)

“𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥”

a/n: hiii bae, i love this idea sm! (pls forgive me for the low quality header)

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei

isagi yoichi

you told him someone was picking you up after practice and didn’t mention who. 

so when he sees a tall guy with nice hair waiting by your car, he instantly pauses mid-jog like he’s in a sports anime slow-motion scene. 

“wait. who the hell…?” 

watches you hug this mystery man and get in the passenger seat. 

oh. oh it’s a wrap. he’s cooked. is this his karma for flexing his goal tally last week? 

that night he doesn't text you first (petty behavior unlocked). when you finally message, “did you get home safe?” he replies, “yeah. did you get home safe with your lil ‘uber driver’ or whatever 😐” 

nearly cries when you say it’s just your brother. 

“BROTHER? LIKE BLOOD BROTHER?” 

he meets him later and is so polite but clingy the whole time. has an arm slung around your shoulder like “i got her, no need to pick her up ever again.” 

gives you a shy kiss on the temple while looking your brother dead in the eye 😇

bachira meguru

sees your brother at your apartment when he comes over to surprise you. 

the door is slightly open. bachira peeks in and hears you say, “stop stealing my snacks!” and some guy laughing like he owns the place. 

bachira.exe has stopped working. 

this man literally runs away. doesn’t knock. just leaves. 

sends you a cryptic voice message like, “soooo do you still love me or should i get custody of our imaginary dog?” 

when you call and say it’s your brother, he LAUGHS LIKE A PSYCHO. 

“ohhhh that’s so funny ‘cause i was about to fight for my life 😭” 

next time he sees your brother, he fake-flexes his abs and tries to one-up him in every game, from uno to mario kart. 

“see babe? i’m the real alpha here. right, brother-in-law?” 

your brother loves him. thinks he’s weird. they do matching face masks later. 

mikage reo

the moment he sees you posting a blurry photo on your story captioned “my least favorite person 💔” with some dude's arm around your shoulder, he becomes a detective. 

zooms in. enhances. runs it through a filter. ignores the caption completely. 

“that’s not me. and it’s DEFINITELY not nagi. WHO IS THIS MAN.” 

texts you casually like: “sooo what’d you do today? meet anyone... interesting?” 

meanwhile he’s pacing in a designer hoodie. 

almost calls nagi to vent but remembers nagi doesn’t give a single damn. 

when you say “lmao that’s my brother, dumbass,” he sends you $100 with the caption: “sorry for doubting. pls buy snacks and forgive me 💜” 

meets your brother and turns on the CEO charm. 

“soooo… you single?” winks jokingly 

your brother, confused: “uh no?” 

“good. me neither.” arm around you. smug smirk. threat level: rich. 

nagi seishiro

looks up from his phone when you walk into a restaurant with some guy. 

blinks once. twice. 

puts his phone down. dramatic. “wow. didn’t know you were dating someone else.” 

sulks and stares at you across the room like he’s in a soap opera. 

when you come over and say, “sei, this is my brother,” he straight up says, “you have a brother? since when.” 

“since birth???” 

nods. doesn’t even apologize. 

“he looked too handsome. had to double-check.” 

ends up napping on your brother’s shoulder later like a sleepy cat. they bond over mobile games. 

itoshi rin

he’s already jealous of the mailman, so your brother didn’t stand a chance. 

sees him waiting for you outside and immediately assumes the worst. 

glares. bro is GLARING. 

mutters to himself, “should’ve known. she’s way too good for me.” 

gives you the coldest shoulder when you get in his car later. 

you’re like “what’s wrong with you.” 

“nothing. maybe you should ask your boyfriend.” 

you: “you mean my brother???” 

cue long pause. 

“… i knew that.” 

very quiet for the rest of the ride. holds your hand tighter though. 

texts sae like: “how do you tell someone you were ready to fight their sibling over nothing.” 

sae: “you don’t. you just live with it.” 

itoshi sae

sees you walking beside your brother and goes dead silent. 

looks him up and down. lips twitch. 

you’re like, “why do you look like you’re about to commit a felony?” 

“no reason. just thinking.” 

“thinking about what?” 

“thinking about breaking his ankles on a futsal court.” 

you tell him it’s your brother and he just goes “oh.” 

OH??? 

does he apologize? no. 

does he move on like nothing happened? yes. 

will still side-eye your brother whenever he sees him. 

gives him a firm handshake like he’s secretly arm-wrestling him. 

mutters under his breath: “i’m the better itoshi.” 

kaiser michael

he's cocky until he thinks he’s being replaced. 

sees a photo of you and your brother at the arcade and his ego takes a massive hit. 

“who is this peasant touching my queen.” 

replies to your story with: “cute pic. who’s the guy? should i be worried?” 

you: “that’s literally my brother.” 

kaiser: relieved scoff “oh thank goodness. for a second i was about to challenge him to a duel.” 

starts calling your brother “bro” the next time he sees him. 

“what’s up, bro. wanna see baby pics of your sister? i’ve got a whole album.” 

definitely shows off and starts speaking german around him for no reason. 

“was für ein schöner tag, oder? (what a beautiful day, isn’t it?)” 

“mihya, stop flexing, you sound like google translate.” 

shidou ryusei

sees you talking to your brother at a café. 

brain: jealousy, murder, mayhem. 

throws his smoothie in the trash and storms in. 

slaps an arm around your waist and kisses your cheek with aggressive eye contact at your brother. 

“who’s this clown?” 

“ryu, this is my BROTHER.” 

“oh.” 

laughs like a maniac “well he’s ugly anyway, right babe?” 

your brother: “… i’m right here.” 

ends up challenging him to arm wrestling and fails spectacularly. 

“whatever. you might be stronger, but i get to kiss her.” 

sends you a voice note later like: “babe, don’t ever give me a heart attack like that again. i was about to grab my barbed wire bat.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[itoshiabi]

The pose, the pose, the poseeeeeeeeeee

[itoshiabi]

If Maomao lived in the modern era, she would not be a pharmacist making people's half-insured prescriptions at the drugstore near your home. Her ass would be running your local drug cartel instead, and her face would be on the news every day.

And Jinshi? He'd be the detective (from a family with generational wealth) investigating the drug cases.

[itoshiabi]

Happy Rin

Panicked Sae

[itoshiabi]

Rin Itoshi would absolutely panic like crazy when he'll hear you groaning in pain from period cramps for the first time.

This man has never had a girlfriend before you. No sisters. No female cousins. Not even a normal female friend. The only women he's interacted with are probably the team doctor and maybe a manager once a month. That's it.

So when you suddenly double over, clutching your stomach, gasping or letting out a quiet scream?

He'll just stand there like:

"What happened?"

"I'm fine. Period cramps."

And when you'll say, "It's normal. It happens every month," he'll look at you like you just admitted to surviving being stabbed monthly.

You'll tell him to calm down and rest beside you, but he won't be in the room anymore. No, he'll be in the kitchen whisper-screaming at his phone like it personally offended him.

Rin Itoshi's Google search history at 12:47 PM:

"How to stop period cramps FAST"

"Do girls DIE from period pain??"

"How do I help girlfriend with period pain no experience"

"Best foods for uterus"

"How to compress pain out of body without hurting her more"

"Can you remove a uterus safely in your own house (hypothetical)"

He'll come back with:

A mug of hot water (not tea. just… hot water.)

A sock filled with hot rice (he found it on a blog)

A banana (??? for potassium apparently)

A blanket (!!! Because Google said warmth)

And a whole notebook because he's now tracking your cycle himself

And then he'll sit beside you, eyes wide, completely pale like:

"Why does it hurt this much? Should we call someone? Are you dying?"

"No Rin. This is normal. My uterus is just throwing a tantrum."

He'll just stare at you like you just casually told him you live with daily torture.

You'd be half dying but also blushing because this man is SO serious about helping.

And he'd say something like:

"I'm going to fix it next month. I'll be prepared."

"Rin! That's not how estrogen works...."

[itoshiabi]

Besties to enemies trope 💅🏻

Oh I'm sooo invested on their backstory!! What if there is a betrayal !!

[itoshiabi]

💞To Itoshi Sae's Penthouse💞

(Pt.4 of stain)

Pt.3-here, Pt.5 here

After the public chaos in the stadium Sae takes you to his penthouse for "security purposes". And not only that, he "almost" forces you to stay in his penthouse as if it's just a normal thing to do.......

"Why am I here?!"

Your voice echoes off the interior of the sleek black car. You're seething in the backseat, arms folded, legs crossed, refusing to make eye contact with the driver… who just happens to be Sae Itoshi. In his full post-match glory. Still smug. Still composed. Still a menace to society.

"I could've waited," you snap. "They said the fans would clear out in few hours."

Sae doesn't look at you. "Or you could leave now. Safely."

Your friend up front spins around in the passenger seat, practically vibrating. "This car smells like his cologne, do you understand that?! Do you know how many girls would kill to sit where you are right now?!"

"Yeah," you mutter. "And I'd kill to be anywhere else. Including a ditch."

Sae finally glances in the rearview mirror, eyes meeting yours. "You're dramatic."

You scoff. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that being hunted down by fangirls because of a blurry picture made me the drama. I guess I'll just take accountability for your face, then."

"Wasn't my idea to wear someone else's jersey."

You gasp. "You're acting like you noticed that during the match."

He doesn't answer. Just smirks faintly.

Your friend loses it. "He noticed you from the pitch?! That's like… main character-level shit......"

"I hate this," you groan. "I hate all of this. I hate this car. I hate this interior. I hate the air in here."

"Then stop breathing it," Sae says dryly.

Your head whips toward him. "You're not funny."

"And yet you keep reacting," he replies coolly, eyes still on the road.

You sit back with a dramatic sigh, muttering under your breath, "Should've just worn a fake mustache and gone as my own uncle."

Your friend is fully fangirling now, taking selfies (without flash, thank god), whispering to herself about how her online fanfic world has suddenly merged with reality. You glance forward just in time to see her nearly pass out when Sae scratches his neck and the veins in his forearm pop.

You, however, stay petty. "Don't you have, like, bodyguards or something? Security? Fame protection or whatever?"

"I do," he replies.

"Then where the hell were they when my face got posted on football Twitter with the caption 'Is this Sae's girlfriend or a delulu?'"

Sae shrugs. "You never denied it."

Your jaw drops. "ARE YOU.....?!"

"You're yelling," he says, monotone. "We're in a car."

"Yeah, well, I'm about to jump out of this car."

"We're on a highway."

"Then I'll die angry."

The car swerves slightly as Sae chuckles, actually chuckles, at that.

You blink.

Your friend gasps.

You blink again. "Did… did he just..."

"HE LAUGHED!" she screeches, shaking your arm. "Do you know what you've done?! You've glitched the Itoshi Sae...."

"Maybe he's malfunctioning," you mutter. "Maybe I've annoyed him into a coma."

You stare out the window, arms crossed again, but quieter this time. His voice cuts through the silence a few moments later.

"You said, you wore red lipstick on purpose."

You don't look at him. "So?"

A pause.

Then, as if he's answering himself more than you: "It looked good."

Your stomach drops. You snap your head to the side. "What?"

He doesn't repeat it. Just shifts into another lane, one hand on the wheel, eyes ahead, entirely unbothered.

You glance away, face burning, suddenly too aware of how much effort you did put into that makeup just to piss him off. You're flustered now. Which only makes you angrier. Which makes you sulk again.

"You're still an ass," you mumble.

"Not denying that."

"And you're paying for my Uber home."

"Already arranged," he says smoothly. "It's waiting at my house."

You freeze. "Your what....."

Your friend in the front seat lets out an unholy gasp.

"You never said you weren't going to his apartment—!"

You scream.

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"I'm not staying here, Sae."

You toss your bag onto the polished marble floor of his swanky apartment and glare at him like he's a public health crisis. "You can't just lock me in a penthouse like you're some villain in a telenovela. I'll sue."

Sae sighs, running a hand through his damp post-match hair. "It's for your own good."

"My own...." you nearly combust. "No. This is for your image. You rich people and your PR-trained empathy. I'm just trying to survive this without being chased down by fangirls and trampled in someone's vlog!"

He blinks. "I sent your friend home safely. In an Uber Black. She waved at you."

"I saw, thanks," you hiss, fuming. "She went willingly because she'd let me die as long as she got a glimpse of your teammates' six-packs."

"She's doing the right thing."

You whip around. "Excuse me?"

"I mean," he says, walking to the fridge calmly, "you're the one who spent the whole match looking like a villain's mistress in that dark lipstick and tight ponytail. You even wore another player's jersey just to piss me off. Mission accomplished."

You clench your jaw. "Not everything revolves around you, O Great Sae. That jersey was on sale. Some of us live on a budget."

"Right," he mutters, reaching for water. "God forbid you forget to mention money for ten seconds."

"Oh, I will keep mentioning it," you snap, arms crossing. "How many square feet is this place? Ten thousand? Twenty? You have a voice-controlled wine rack. I've never even had fancy wine. I drink filtered tap water and pretend it's fancy."

Sae looks vaguely traumatized.

"You're the reason I'll have to work till I'm ninety," you add. "You exist. You walk around casually being rich. Your shirt probably costs more than my rent. Being this wealthy should be illegal. I'm calling the economy."

He finally turns to you, utterly blank. "You're making me feel like having money is a sin."

"Good," you say flatly. "You deserve guilt."

That's when you turn on your heel and try bolt toward the elevator. Your mental state is collapsing, your lipstick is probably smeared, and all you want is to sob into your hotel pillow and eat gas station chocolate.

But of course, Sae grabs your wrist.

"Don't touch me!" you shriek. "This is hostage behavior! I'm calling the...."

Your phone buzzes.

FaceTime: Mom.

You freeze.

"Oh no," you whisper. "Not now. Not her."

"What?"

"She's just checking in. It's fine. She doesn't know I'm..."

You accidentally press accept.

Video.

Front camera on.

Instant chaos.

The screen reveals a luxurious modern rooftop, skyline glittering. A broad male chest in a dark shirt fills half the frame. Your mother's face appears—And you know.

You know this is going to end in fire.

Her jaw drops. "WHO IS THAT?!"

You flail to aim the camera at your face, tripping over your words. "N-no one! Just—it's a—uh—a friend—"

"In a penthouse?! At night?! With no other girls?!"

You try to lie.

She speaks in your native tongue. And shrieks.

"YOU GOT A SUGAR DADDY IN THREE DAYS?! YOU'RE TOO CUTE TO BE CORRUPTED! YOU WERE AN ANGEL! IS THAT CHAMPAGNE BEHIND YOU?!"

Sae tilts his head in confusion, whispering, "What's she saying? Sugar daddy?"

"She thinks you're my sugar daddy," you mutter through clenched teeth.

A pause.

He smirks.

"Don't look smug," you snap. "I'm suffering."

"YOUR DAD WILL LOSE IT!" your mom yells in your language. "WE RAISED YOU BETTER! ARE YOU DOING DRUGS TOO?!"

"I'm hanging up," you whisper. "I'm hanging up now....."

"Wait," Sae says, deadpan, "Tell her I'm famous. It might help."

"I'm not telling my mom you're famous. That makes it worse."

Eventually, after four minutes of panic and your mom threatening to fly over and "bring a priest," you manage to stammer a half-explanation about the stadium mess and viral pictures. You promise to explain later. You end the call with a dramatic sigh and collapse onto the couch.

Silence.

You bury your face in your hands.

Sae casually sits on the opposite end. "So. Sugar daddy?"

"Shut up," you groan.

"You do complain like a sugar baby....."

You throw a pillow at his head.

He catches it.

Smirks.

You hate him.

You hate him so much you might actually be in trouble.