#I've been trying to find things that can fill the empty found family void after gotg has officially ended

[epicfirestormer]

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May I have a part 2 of your Itoshi Rin angst? I personally found it very nice to read and I would love to read a Part Two (It's alright if you don't, you can just ignore this ask ^^)

hi love! so sorry for the wait on this, and im sorry if it's not that good LMAO this is actually the first thing i've been inspired to write in months, so again so sorry, and thank u for requesting ! i hope u enjoy !

⇢ fandom: blue lock ⇢ pairing: itoshi rin x f!reader (no gendered pronouns are used though) ⇢ warning/tags: angst, rin is terrible with feelings, unrequited feelings (?), not proof read

Rin didn’t believe a mere breakup would mess with his head this much. 

He didn’t think it would trigger a loss of appetite, that it would lead to sleepless nights, that it would throw him off his game. 

He was no stranger to breakups, to breaking up with people, but for some reason this one messed with his brain. 

Maybe you’d broken him. 

Gotten him used to your love that felt like the warmest coat on a cool winter day, and now he could feel the chill wreak through his bones now that your love was gone. 

He likes to think that you cursed him. Cursed him to have a bitter taste on his tongue as he scrolled through your social media accounts under the guise of “just checking in for a second.” Cursed him to feel his heart clench at the mention of your name. Cursed him to feel heartbreak. 

There are days where his fingers lingers over your contact, tempted to call just to demand answers. 

Why does he miss you? Why can’t he get you out of his head? Why?Why?Why?

Yet, he never calls. 

There are moments where he thinks he catches a glimpse of you in public, but when the faces come into focus, they’re never yours. 

Until one dreary, rainy day on the evening train. 

It was crowded. The noisy, stale air of the train filled with the chatter of individuals who’d just clocked out of work, left after school activities, or who were just trying to get home. 

Yet Rin easily secured himself a small spot near the doorway, hand gripping the ceiling pole to keep himself steady as the rumbustious train sped away.  People filtered in and out of the doors as they reached their stops, and when Rin was merely one stop away from his familial home, he felt the familiar pressure of a human form pressed against him. 

He glanced down briefly, lips parted to spit out a scathing remark at the individual who dared to invade his much treasured personal space, yet any words that were on the tip of his tongue died the moment he saw your eyes peering up at him in shock. 

“Itoshi!” You breathed out, hands steading yourself on his firm chest, and Rin merely blinked, ignoring the way his heart seizes at your use of his surname, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you!” 

On mere instinct, his free hands shot to the small of your back, keeping you steady as the train jostled every passengers’ body. His lips rubbed together as he racked his brain for something, anything to say to you as his eyes took in the sight of your well put together form. 

Yet, his mind is blank, because after weeks of watching you through a screen and the illusion of social media, he has you back in his arms. 

The moment doesn’t last long. As he’s blinking, trying to find the best way to say everything that has caused his heart to ache, you're detaching yourself from him, adjusting your school bag and hair as your manicured nails wrap around the silver metal pole near you. 

“Sorry again, Itoshi,” You say to him one final time, shooting him a bright smile, the same smile that used to bring light to his dull monochromatic world. 

He desperately tries to will himself to just fucking speak, but before he can even manage to mutter your name, his stop is being announced and he can feel his body switch to auto pilot as he exits the train. 

Later, he’d curse himself for not saying anything, for not engaging in a conversation with you, yell into the void, and do anything to relieve the emptiness that he felt in his core ever since that day you’d left him stunned in that café.

But now, as he stared at the retreating train, he’d square his shoulders and push down the hot tears he could feel burning his eyes.