#ITOSHI RIN

[eremikayearner]

first kiss ‹𝟹 itoshi rin

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which itoshi rin is your first kiss. and you are his.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ for all his good looks, itoshi rin has never had his first kiss.

hell, he’s never held hands with someone before.

well, that is until you.

you were dumbfounded when you’d first learned of this little fun fact about blue lock’s star, itoshi rin.

he was beautiful. itoshi rin with his striking and intense teal gaze. itoshi rin with his gorgeous long lashes. itoshi rin with his silky dark hair that swept over his face. itoshi rin with his angel-carven features. itoshi rin with his perfect soft lips. itoshi rin with the delicate dip of his collarbones. itoshi rin with his strong broad shoulders. itoshi rin with his perfectly sculpted body. itoshi rin with his perfect waist. itoshi rin with his heavenly voice.

yet, with all his magnetism, he had never used his god-given assets for romantic advances.

of all the girls he could possibly have, there was no other girl he could ever want but you.

so now, here you stood, underneath the wisteria tree in your garden, with none other than itoshi rin right in front of you.

oh, how could this be?

his angelic eyes met yours, his gaze so impossibly soft.

and you think now, this is the most beautiful itoshi rin has ever looked. his bangs are brushed perfectly out of his eyes, revealing the gorgeous boy you had come to fall hopelessly in love with. his lips are as soft and kissable as ever. here he stands, itoshi rin, with the most vulnerable and soft gaze, reserved for the light in his life, in other words, you.

you hold your breath, too aware of the ever closing space between the two of you.

you gasp softly as you feel calloused fingers gently seek out yours, intertwining your fingers, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your delicate hand.

oh, god. doesn’t he know you’ve never had your first kiss either? doesn’t he know you’ve never even touched a boy before him? doesn’t he know that there are hundreds, no, thousands, of other girls who would die to touch him?

rin’s lips lifted in the most heart-capturing smile, reading you like a book. for god’s sake, you could have been a book from the way your thoughts, expressions and gestures were so familiar for him to read. but that was what you loved about this impossible boy. he had come to know you better than he had ever known anybody else.

the wind kissed his hair, brushing it fully out of his eyes and brushed your hair gently in the breeze.

his voice was soft. “there is no other girl for me but you, y/n.”

and oh, god, you could have melted.

itoshi rin with his soft voice. itoshi rin with his sweet, gentle touches. itoshi rin with his assuring, lovely words. itoshi rin with his brilliant mind. itoshi rin with his everloving romantic heart. itoshi rin with his perfect, beautiful soul that is forever entangled with yours.

his eyes were pools of longing, an intense yearning he could only ever feel for you.

his fingers tightened on yours, and oh, he looked at you like you had come from heaven. “it’ll only ever be you.”

your lips parted as your heart fluttered and your chest warmed, the invisible string of light between you drawing you closer and closer to each other.

your heart leapt in your chest as you felt his large, rough, hand slide to cup your face. your breath hitched as he moved closer, tilting your head up to meet his lips.

“i don’t deserve you, rin.” you breathed, your eyes locked on his.

“i don’t deserve you.” rin murmured, his eyes drifting to your mouth. just before his lips met yours, he whispered, “you’re perfect.”

the moment both your eyes fluttered shut, your lips connected, the world bloomed into a thousand beams of light. your whole body seemed to be filled with a warm glow as you succumbed to the only thought you were even capable of having :

itoshi rin. itoshi rin. itoshi rin.

your graceful hand lifted and gently rested on his chest as his hand snaked further into your hair, guiding your mouth to open under his and deepening the kiss. and oh, it was perfect. soft, yielding, gentle and giving. one allowing the other to taste and touch their soul.

when he pulled away from your mouth, his pupils were blown wide, leaving merely a stunning green ring around them. the look in his eyes sealed the deal. yes, this boy right here, itoshi rin, you would marry him.

“you’re the only one who will ever have me, y/n.” he said, his thumb circling around your hand gently as his hands seemed to sink further into your hair. His eyes were pools of worship and devotion as his cheeks flushed pink. “i’m yours.”

he was trying to destroy you. how could this sweet angel of a boy be yours?

your fingers fisted in the material of his clothes, pulling him close to you once more as light glowed within you, a soft knowing smile lifting your pretty lips.

“you’re mine.” you said, as he dipped his head to meet your lips once more, wisteria petals blowing in the breeze. just before your lips could connect once more, you whispered, “and i’m yours.”

your first kiss was rin. your rin.

and you were his.

[rindreamery]

NISHI BFF !!!! ( ≧ᗜ≦) congrats on 300 followers !! <3333 u really deserve it since all of ur writing are good :3333 anw ! i'd like to place an order w itoshi rin !! (shocking, i know) i'd like the flavor to be sweet with the 🍨 and 🍦 as toppings !!! hehe that's all, thank u for ur service <33 CONGRATS AGAIN & LOVE U LOTSSS !!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶 - totally not miro

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rin + sweet + kiss on the lips + fake dating w.c. 1.5k+

note. THANK YOUU SO MUCH MIRO !! (idk if i should tag, but @choccorin) whew i got carried away writing this 👩‍🦯 rin kissers and those with the rin yearning agenda, this fic is for you guys !! (me included LOL)

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luck just never seems to be on his side, rin concludes. 

the overhang on the roof does nothing to shield you two from the downpour— the raindrops feel like they’re coming down in sheets, hitting from an angle that renders the overhang absolutely useless, and there seems to be no end in sight. the storm seems to only roar louder the longer you stay out, and you’ve both come to terms with the fact that you’re bound to get sick after this. 

you’re both drenched, shivering from the cold seeping through the fabric of your clothes, and the only warmth you can feel are your shoulders pressed up against each other. he’s glaring at the sky, as if cursing it in his mind, and you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the situation is.

he eyes you from the side, with no real malice. “this is insane,” rin grumbles under his breath, wiping away the stray droplets that slide down his face. it's useless; the rain is relentless, his hair is already soaked all the way through, and his bangs are sticking uncomfortably to his face. “all this because you wanted some damn ice cream.” and now you’re both stranded, waiting out a storm for who-knows how long. 

“hey,” you frown at him, voice laced with offense. “i didn’t ask you to come with me. you tagged along on your own!”

he doesn’t refute, partly (mostly) because he knows you aren’t wrong. but he doesn’t bring up the fact that it was bordering nighttime, the sun on the verge of setting right as you were about to leave, and that he was not going to let you walk by yourself. so he sulks instead, face still as displeased as ever, and looking off to the side as his ears and face flood with heat.  

it doesn’t stop you from feeling guilt, however. you look at the side of his face, lips pressed into a tight line as you think of what to say next. “let’s try to look on the bright side,” you nudge his arm, trying to get him to look at you. “it’s kind of perfect, right? this feels like something straight out of a coming-of-age movie. i’ll drag you to the street under the rain— and you won’t complain because we’re both drenched already anyways— and we’ll dance like our lives are stress-free and perfect.”

“absolutely not.” there’s an incredulous look on his face as he shoots you a glance, before he’s shaking his head and scooting further away from you. you both shiver at the loss of contact. “stop watching those rom-coms, they’re giving you stupid ideas.”

you roll your eyes, playfully, though he doesn’t see. you won’t take no for an answer, though, and there’s a glint of determination in your eyes before you’re abruptly standing up. his eyes shoot to you, a look of concern washing over his face as he realizes what you’re about to do. before he could protest any more, your hand is already wrapping around his wrist, tugging him along with you toward the empty street.

he tells himself that he at least tried to yank you back under the “safety” of the overhang, but he’s never really had the heart to be rough with you, so he doesn’t stop you.

“what are you—” he starts, but he’s cut off by the sound of your laughter, blending with the sound of the rain falling around the two of you. the words get stuck in his throat, and he mentally reprimands himself for thinking about how pretty your laugh sounded just now. it concerns him, the fact that every little thing you do seems to have such a big effect on him. 

you’re blissfully unaware.

“come on,” you say, dragging the last word, voice on the precipice of pleading with him. but, he thinks to himself, you really would never have to plead with him. (he’d say yes to you, in a heartbeat, if he would allow himself.) 

the lack of resistance allows you to drag him in front of you, and your arms find their way onto his shoulders and your hands clasp behind his neck. he stiffens visibly against you, unfamiliar with this feeling of being this close to you. at least, not like this— not when it’s just the two of you and everything feels more real. as if you actually like him, but he pushes that thought into the back of his mind. he tells himself to push you away. “dance with me, just this once. please?” 

rin just doesn’t know how to say no to you, and he folds. so he lets you spin the two of you around the wet asphalt, feeling the rain fully soak through your clothes, ignoring the chill that settles deep under your skin and into your bones. it’s cold, but all he feels is the warmth of your skin on his and the blooming warmth that spreads through his body. it’s cold, but oddly enough, he doesn’t feel so cold around you. 

though, this is the most awkward dance imaginable; you’re constantly stepping on his toes, and his hands feel robotic as they cling weirdly onto your waist, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. neither do you, so he supposes you don’t mind. there’s no fluidity in his movements, and he’s sure dancing with him is the equivalent of dancing with a mannequin, but oddly enough, you seem to enjoy this.

you cling to him in a way that’s closer than necessary, and you’re smiling at him, looking deep into his eyes with an emotion he’s never really seen before. it makes him wonder: how is he looking at you right now? 

deep down, he enjoys this too, and it shows in the way he doesn’t push you away. instead, holding onto you tightly, fingers digging into your waist. it’s his first chance at seeing the real you— 

rin’s gazing deeply at you right now, face flushed and hot as he takes in the sight of you. there’s a carefree and truly happy smile on your face, and your laugh repeats like some melody in his head, and you look beautiful. even with your matted hair and clothes sticking weirdly to your skin, his opinion of you never changes.

he’s thankful for the small distance between you, scared of his own thoughts and how he just can’t seem to think clearly around you. he’s thankful for the distance, until he isn’t.

there’s space between you one second, and then it shrinks; you’re pulling him by the neck, even closer to you as you try to whisper something into his ear. it’s inaudible, he doesn’t hear a word you’re saying. not when all he can focus on is the proximity, or lack thereof, between the two of you. you stay like this, until he hears you vaguely call out his name, and then silence. his breath picks up, the same with yours when you both realize just how close you’ve gotten.

you make an effort to pull away. but he acts before he thinks. rin holds you in place, and just as quickly as the thought comes, he kisses you— awkward, clumsy, and urgent.

it’s not slow, but pouring with an unexpected passion. your teeths clash and you both fumble around as you try to find harmony, until your lips finally move in sync with his. it’s sweeter than expected, and he likes it more than he would ever admit. he can feel your lips subtly smile into his own, and he’s sure he is too, but he ignores it as he chases this unnamed feeling. the feeling that makes him feel weird, fuzzy, happy?

your hands find their way to the hairs at the nape of his neck, burying your fingers in the strands as you pull him in, and his arms wrap themselves around you. it's overwhelming, and your minds feel like they've gone into overdrive. you’re both trembling— from the cold or from the rush of it all, you’re not really sure. 

the rush doesn’t stop the alarms in his head from going off. 

do you like him too? is this real for you too? because, as far as he’s aware, you don’t do this in a fake relationship. at no point should it ever include kissing like you meant it. at no point should the thought, “i could stay like this,” pop into his mind.

but it did, and this kiss was very much real, and he meant it. 

as you pull away for air, your breaths mingle, and you stay frozen in each other's arms as you wrap your head around what just happened. he looks horrified, eyes widening, like he’s just realized what he’s done.

you’re out of breath, and your face is mirroring his. like the reality of the situation had just sunk in. and for a second, he panics. he’s about to pull away from you, unravel himself from your hold and mumble out an apology, and maybe pretend this never happened—

“i think i’m in love with you.” instead, the words come tumbling out of your lips. rushed, raw, full of emotion and feeling. as if they've spilled from your heart. “like, for real.”

rin’s heart stutters, and he breathes hard. it’s a pattern with him, because once again, he acts before he thinks. the words, "i think i'm in love with you, too,” falls from his lips. “like, for real, too.”

© rindreamery, 2024

[strawberymilkk]

[indzae-mayumi]

Thank you so much to Miya-san for this NanaRin compilation. ♥

I think that it's not only BM who are in chaos over factions. PXG are into factions too. Nanase and Tokimitsu serve Rin, while Charles pass to either Shidou or Rin, whoever he feels like is a good striker to pass. But Nanase had gotten more desperate here and (somewhat) greedier, and is willing to wrestle the ball from Tokimitsu. (But Nanase is so loyal to Rin-san ♥)

*quietly pushes my service top!Nanase agenda

But seriously, Nanase looks so intense in this match.

[jenoutof10]

all the fem rin content ive been getting have activated my neurons

[fem sae version]

[oo-mi-ru-oo]

Blue Lock art~💙

[fgsela]

[akashi-tetsuki]

▸Blue Lock S2 •EP12 • Itoshi Rin

[mvrdermeharder]

GAY ASS PPL GET TF OFF MY SCREEN

[deonsx]

Are they givers or receivers?

Feat: Nagi,Bachira,Rin,Kaiser,Reo

All characters have increased ages (AgeUp!20+ characters)

Nagi Seishiro

At the beginning, Nagi would likely treat sexual encounters as more of a physical experience than an emotional or intimate one. He tends to be carefree and not very emotionally invested, so his approach would be relatively relaxed. In this stage, he would likely be more receptive, allowing his partner to take the lead while he simply follows along without much active participation. For Nagi, sex could be more about pleasure and comfort than any emotional connection

His attitude at this stage would reflect his tendency to remain passive, not necessarily avoiding intimacy but rather responding to his partner's actions without actively initiating or creating emotional depth. He wouldn't be particularly invested in making the experience more profound or meaningful

In a long-term relationship, Nagi's approach to intimacy could gradually evolve, especially if his emotional connection to his partner deepens. While he may still maintain his relaxed and emotionally distant nature, he might begin to take on more active roles in the relationship, though he would not force emotional intensity. Instead, Nagi would approach it with comfort and ease, ensuring that things flow naturally

Bachira Meguru

Bachira loves making others happy, and his playful nature would make him enthusiastic about creating enjoyable experiences for his partner.He thrives on connection and understanding, so he might take the lead to ensure his partner feels comfortable and fulfilled

He Might Be Giver And Receiver

His adventurous spirit means he wouldn't shy away from taking control and adding excitement to the dynamic. He appreciates spontaneity and the unexpected, so being in a more passive role could be just as fun and exciting for him. For him, the emotional and playful connection is more important than specific roles, so he's happy to go with the flow

Bachira is likely to be a flexible partner who adapts to the situation and the person he's with. He's not one to limit himself to a specific role, instead focusing on making the relationship fun, creative, and deeply enjoyable. Whether giving or receiving, his goal would always be to foster a genuine connection

Rin Itoshi

Rin Itoshi's natural tendencies lean toward being a giver, as it aligns with his personality traits of control, focus, and dedication. However, with the right partner who can break through his emotional walls, Rin might also enjoy being a receiver, especially as a way to let go of his constant need for control. Ultimately, his approach in a relationship would reflect his growth and the trust he shares with his partner

Itoshi Rin's personality is much more serious, intense, and goal-oriented compared to someone like Bachira. This would also influence how he approaches relationships. Rin is likely to be a bit reserved and emotionally distant at first, but once he feels comfortable, his true self -full of passion and depth-would emerge

When it comes to dynamics in a relationship, Rin's personality hints at him being more inclined toward a giver, but his need for control and perfectionism might also make him less flexible than someone like Bachira

Rin is someone who likes to have control over situations. In a relationship, this might mean he takes charge to ensure everything is as perfect as he wants it to be. When Rin commits to something or someone, he does so fully. As a giver, he would likely focus on ensuring his partner's satisfaction and comfort. His focused and intense nature could translate into a deep, passionate approach in intimate moments

Kaiser Michael

Michael Kaiser is most likely to take the giver role, as it aligns with his dominant, confident nature and love for control.

However, with a partner who matches his energy and challenges him in unexpected ways, he could find enjoyment in being a receiver. For Kaiser, the key to any dynamic would be maintaining his sense of charm and excitement, as he thrives on keeping things interesting and engaging

He's someone who enjoys being in control and thrives on admiration, which means he would naturally lean toward being a giver in relationships. However, his personality also suggests that he could enjoy being a receiver in specific scenarios, especially when his partner challenges or intrigues him enough to let down his guard

Kaiser's natural charisma and ego would make him want to take the lead in relationships. He'd likely enjoy being the one to guide the dynamic, ensuring he's the center of attention. Kaiser loves being admired, and as a giver, he'd relish in showing off his skill, charm, and attentiveness to his partner. He's used to controlling situations, whether on the field or in personal interactions, so being a giver fits well with his personality

Reo Mikage

His personality suggests that he would lean toward being a giver, as he is naturally inclined to prioritize his partner's happiness and satisfaction. However, his underlying need for emotional reciprocation might also make him receptive to being a receiver in the right situation

Reo is someone who deeply invests in those he cares about. In a relationship, he would likely focus on his partner's needs and happiness, finding joy in giving more than receiving. Coming from a wealthy and privileged background, Reo is used to giving and taking care of others, which would translate into his relationships. By taking an active role, he can ensure that the relationship meets both his and his partner's expectations

Despite his confident demeanor, Reo has a sensitive side. If he feels deeply connected to his partner, he might let go of control and allow them to take the lead, especially if it strengthens their bond

While Reo enjoys giving, he also desires love and attention in return. A strong, nurturing partner might encourage him to embrace a more receptive role. if someone completely could open the door to him enjoying being cared for and pampered in a relationship

Enjoy!

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Ugghh can't get enough of these pretty boys!!

I love them your honor!!!

[marcysdreamydays11]

LMAOOOO THESE MFS JUST LIKE US

[galaxynajma]

This is the funniest things to think about when it comes to KaiRin

Isagi wakes up in a cold sweat, heart racing. Something feels … off , he doesn’t know why , though. And then later that day he accidentally finds Kaiser and Rin making out in the blue lock reunion party bathroom

Sad! The two worst people you know are dating

[cheezritsu]

Itoshi Rin intrigues me but in the way that I wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole but would watch him like a car crash

[nknoxe-n]

⊱ ───.. {⋆𝚄𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗⊱⋆} ..─── ⊰

Synopsis: Rin having an argument with you? Usually doesn't end well and sometimes he says things he doesn't mean... can you forgive him?

Warnings: [angst] [pre established relationship]

w.c 1k

The slam of the door reverberated through the apartment, followed by the suffocating silence that settled in its wake. Your hands trembled as you sat on the edge of the couch, replaying the argument over and over in your mind. Rin’s words had been sharp, calculated to wound, as they always were when he felt cornered.

“I don’t need this,” he’d snapped, his voice colder than you’d ever heard it. “I don’t need you.”

The venom in his words stung, but it wasn’t what hurt the most. It was the look in his eyes—fear, anger, and something deeper, something raw that he couldn’t name. You knew that look. You’d seen it before when he talked about his brother.

Hours passed with no word from him. The apartment felt too big, too quiet, and every passing minute chipped away at your resolve. Part of you wanted to leave, to walk out the door and let him deal with the mess he’d created. But another part of you, the part that knew Rin better than anyone else, told you to stay.

Because Rin Itoshi didn’t know how to fight for people. Not anymore.

When the sound of the door opening echoed through the apartment, you startled. He stepped inside, rain-soaked and ddishevelled his hair plastered to his forehead and his shoulders tense. His gaze darted to the couch where you sat, and for a moment, he froze, his usually cold teal eyes staring into yours with surprise before they flickered away.

“You’re… still here,” he murmured, barely audible over the pounding of the rain outside now beating down on the windows.

You didn’t respond immediately, studying him instead. He wasn’t angry anymore; that much was clear. What replaced it was something far more vulnerable—an aching uncertainty, like he was bracing himself for a blow he’d already decided he deserved.

Rin dropped his duffel bag near the door and stood there, he must've been out training to clear his mind if he'd brought his bag with him, you hadn't even noticed. His fists clenched at his sides, his gaze fixed on the floor. The silence stretched on, and you realized he wasn’t going to say anything.

“Of course I’m still here,” you said softly, your voice breaking the stillness.

His head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours properly for the first time since he’d left. There was something fractured in his expression, as if he couldn’t comprehend the words, that they were a lie rolling off your tongue, just another lie.

“Why?” The question came out rough, almost desperate.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you countered gently, standing and taking a hesitant step toward him. “Rin… what were you expecting? That I’d just walk out and leave because I was mad? That I’d give up on you?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his jaw clenched. His lips parted like he wanted to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he looked away, his shoulders curling inward, the weight of his unspoken fears pressing down on him.

You closed the distance between you, reaching out to gently touch his arm. He flinched at first, but he didn’t pull away.

For a moment, neither of you moved, just standing there in the stillness of the room. Rin’s gaze flickered toward you, but his eyes were distant, unwilling or unable to meet yours fully once again. He wasn’t ready to speak, to form the apology you both knew he should say. His expression was fragile, cracked open in a way he didn’t know how to handle.

Without a word, you gently tugged at his arm, guiding him toward the bedroom, and he followed. There was no need to force him to talk, no need to make him apologize when the weight of his silence was already so heavy. Instead, you simply took care of him.

You pulled a fresh set of clothes from the closet, moving around the room with practised ease. As you helped him change into something dry and warm, his movements were slow, stiff, like he was afraid to move too freely, afraid that if he did, he might scare you off, and you'd finally leave. You didn’t rush him, taking your time, making sure he felt every touch. Your hands brushing against his as you helped him into a cozy sweater, the tips of your fingers dusting his sides.

When you finished, you guided him gently to the bed, tucking him in with soft, deliberate motions like he was a child, usually Rin would've scowled at this action, you were so certain of it you'd never actually even tried before. But now he didn’t resist, just let you move him with the kind of trust he never gave to anyone else. He lay there, still and silent, his eyes downcast, the weight of everything unspoken hanging between you. He did regret what he'd said, but he couldn't speak now, he couldn't even force the words out, so he promised himself he'd tell you tomorrow.

You sat beside him, your hand resting lightly on his. For a moment, neither of you said a word. You didn’t need to. There was something unspoken in the air—an understanding, a bond formed in that silence. You weren’t expecting him to say anything right now. You knew Rin didn’t know how to apologize in ways that felt real to him, and he knew that you knew.

So you didn’t push. You simply reassured him.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you whispered softly, your fingers brushing the back of his hand in a comforting rhythm. “I’m here, Rin. I’m not going anywhere.”

He didn’t respond, and that was okay. His body was tense, still carrying the remnants of the fight, but there was a quiet, almost imperceptible relief in the way he shifted closer to you, just slightly, like he was allowing himself to trust in the safety of your presence.

You stayed there, close to him, not expecting anything more than the silence that wrapped around both of you. His eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion taking over, his breath slowing as the weight of the day, the argument, and the walls he had built slowly began to dissolve in your care.

As you stayed by his side, your thumb tracing small circles on his hand, you understood. There was no need for words. This—you—was all Rin needed right now.

And that, for the moment, was enough.