#Rin Itoshi x reader

[kaisaerinlover]

imagine being rin’s gf and noticing how when you go to his games to watch him play his bangs are often getting in his eyes and annoying him a bit. watching him have to move the hair from his face every few minutes whilst playing soccer at the same time. and when you kiss him after the game and you realise a bit of hair got in his mouth from when he stuck his tongue out during the game hhhh

so when you’re home you start clipping his bangs up in a cute pink ribbon clip. or any cute clip you own, like a sanrio one or something. and he looks so cute you think. he’s annoyed at first and pretending he doesn’t like it, and you think you should just stop doing it ‘cause it’s pestering him so much, but then in his next interview he has his bangs clipped up and everyone is so shocked/finds it amusing 🥹

like imagine somebody as serious and intimidating looking as rin doing an interview in that deep voice with a cute pink hair clip in his hair, courtesy of his girlfriend.

and he knows he probably looks very silly/and everyone will begin to guess that he has a girlfriend now, but he doesn’t care, ‘cause these are your clips and he knows you’re watching the tv giggling at how he looks (you told him he looks like a lil cat) , so to him it’s worth it ♡

[kxsagi]

hii, i hope you're doing well ^^ I really enjoy your style of writing :) i was wondering if you can make my request with tooth rotting fluff the reader's love is so gentle and she takes time trying to understand her S/O and she will always ask for permission to touch them even if they given her permission already, the reader cares for her S/O so gently and delicate like something so dear to her life? Feel free to do this with any blue lock characters ^^ and you can also ignore this if it's way too much work haha, another thing is that i love your works and please take some rest whenever you need it.

“𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞”

a/n: hi! i'm doing well and i hope you are too beautiful :) and thank you so much!!! take rest whenever you need it as well

this was some good needed fluff

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, ness alexis, niko ikki, hiori yo

itoshi rin

at first, he doesn't understand why you're so soft with him. you’re careful when touching his hand, always asking “can i hold you?” like he’ll shatter if you don't ask. 

it overwhelms him. the kind of love that doesn't demand, doesn’t press, but patiently waits for him to be ready. 

you’d brush hair from his face with trembling fingers and say, “is this okay?” even after years of dating, and he’d nod, ears pink, mumbling, “you don’t have to ask.” 

“i want to,” you’d smile. “you’re important to me.” 

that sentence alone makes his chest hurt (in a good way). 

sometimes he stares at you while you're fussing over his bruises, and all he can think is how the hell did i get this lucky? 

isagi yoichi

he melts like butter in the sun. absolutely smitten with how gently you love him. 

the first time you tucked a blanket around him after a long match, whispering, “can i kiss your forehead?” he blinked at you like you'd just proposed. 

he’s not used to being treated like he’s fragile, but you do it so sincerely that it never feels emasculating. just loving. 

you’ll brush your fingers over his knuckles and ask, “can i?” even though you’ve kissed him a million times, and he’ll smile like it’s the first time every time. 

he tries to match your softness. fails most of the time because he’s clumsy with words, but the love shows in how tightly he holds your pinky when you're walking together. 

bachira meguru

thinks your gentleness is the best thing to ever happen to him. 

he’s so used to loud, chaotic love that your careful affection hits different. it makes him slow down. breathe. 

when you cup his face and softly say, “can i kiss you right here?” pointing to his cheek, his grin goes all lopsided and shy. 

“why do you always ask?” he teases, nose bumping yours. 

“because you’re someone i never want to take for granted.” 

he’ll blink, then full-body tackle hug you like a golden retriever in love. “you’re my favorite human.” 

you take care of him in the little things: asking if he wants to be held, if he’s overstimulated, if he needs quiet or chaos, and he falls a little more in love every time. 

nagi seishiro

was confused at first. “you can just touch me, y’know. i’m fine with it.” 

but when you still ask every single time – "can i sit closer?" "can i touch your hair?" – he realizes something. 

you don’t do it because you think he’ll say no. you do it because you respect him. you love him with your whole heart, but never assume. 

“you’re so… careful,” he murmurs once as you gently rub lotion on his sore hands. 

“you’re important to me. and i want you to feel safe with me.” 

he didn’t even know he needed to feel safe until you made it so easy. 

now he’ll pout if you don’t ask first. “you forgot to ask,” he says, even though he’s already curled up in your lap like a sleepy cat. 

mikage reo

falls so stupidly hard for your gentle love. 

he’s used to grand gestures and flash, but your love is quiet and reverent, and it wrecks him. 

when you brush your thumb over his temple and whisper, “can i hold you for a little while?” he just nods and pulls you in like he’ll never let go. 

he’s amazed at how someone can be so kind, so considerate, and yet still make him feel absolutely cherished. 

you remember all the little things – asking before touching his hair, checking if he wants space after a stressful day – and it makes him fall in love a little harder every day. 

sometimes he’ll just stare at you and go, “you’re seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

chigiri hyoma

you love him like he’s made of porcelain, and it gets him every single time. 

he acts cool about it – rolls his eyes when you ask for permission to touch his hair – but the tips of his ears go pink and he can’t stop smiling. 

after injuries and fear of fragility, your tenderness heals something deeper in him. 

“you can touch me,” he’ll whisper. “you don’t have to ask.” 

“i know,” you smile, “but i like knowing you still want me to.” 

that? that makes him blush so hard he covers his face with a pillow. 

he feels like a beloved treasure when he’s with you, and it makes his heart ache in the best way. 

kaiser michael

used to flirty, shallow affection, most times none, so your pure, patient love absolutely unravels him. 

you treat him like he’s so much more than his ego or his game. 

“can i touch your hair?” you ask, even after months together. and he just stares, like you’re something otherworldly. 

“you already know the answer,” he says, softer than he means to. 

“i want to hear it anyway.” 

you care for him like he’s someone worth loving for who he is, not what he shows, and for the first time, he believes it. 

when you hold his hand with both of yours and treat it like something precious, he suddenly forgets how to flirt. he’s just… quiet, overwhelmed, grateful. 

shidou ryusei

surprisingly receptive to your gentle love, even if he plays it off with grins and jokes. 

“asking permission? what is this, kindergarten?” he smirks. 

but the way he goes quiet when you softly say, “can i hold your hand?” gives him away. 

you’re the only person who touches him like he’s not a weapon, just a boy who wants to be held. 

sometimes, in rare moments of vulnerability, he’ll whisper, “you’re the only one who makes me feel... human.” 

and when you cradle his face like he’s something beautiful instead of dangerous, he leans into your palms like they’re the safest place on earth. 

itoshi sae

at first? he's confused. suspicious, even. 

he’s used to people either putting him on a pedestal or wanting something from him, so when you gently tuck his hair behind his ear and whisper, “can i touch you?”, he just blinks. like, actually short-circuits. 

“you’re already doing it,” he mumbles. but his voice comes out softer than he intends. 

and you just smile and say, “i still want to ask. you matter to me.” 

and that? that undoes him. 

you treat him like he’s not a prodigy, not a golden boy, but someone worth loving gently. and that’s something he didn’t know he needed. 

when you ask, “can i kiss you?” even after you've kissed him dozens of times, he’ll whisper, “yeah… but don’t stop asking.” 

he doesn’t say it outright, but he lives for the way you love him like something fragile. because sometimes, deep down, he feels like he is. 

he’ll rest his head in your lap during quiet nights, pretending to scroll on his phone. but the second you whisper, “can i play with your hair?”, his screen’s forgotten and he’s quietly nodding, eyes closing, letting himself exist in your love. 

it takes time, but eventually, he starts asking too. awkwardly. stiffly. like: “can i hold your hand?” “can i lean on you?” “can i stay over tonight?” 

all while pretending to be nonchalant, but his ears are burning, and he gets so soft when you say yes like it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

ness alexis

he’s so touch-starved and desperate for validation that when you treat him with gentle respect, he thinks he’s dreaming. 

you’ll brush your fingers along his arm and softly ask, “is this okay?” and he just blinks, stunned, because no one’s ever cared enough to ask. 

he says “yes” every time – quick, eager, needy – but the way you keep asking anyway? it makes his heart ache in the best way. 

“you’re so careful with me…” he murmurs one night as you tuck a blanket around his shoulders. “like i’m someone who matters.” 

“you are,” you say it simply, like it’s fact. 

and ness hides his face in your shoulder because he’s never felt so loved before.

he starts to mirror your habits – asking “can i hug you?” or “can i play with your hair?” – because you’ve made him believe love can be soft and mutual. 

niko ikki

gets really flustered at first. like, blushing to the tips of his ears when you ask, “can i hold your hand?” 

“y-you don’t need to ask,” he stammers, already squeezing your fingers. 

but when you keep doing it, every time, even for the smallest touches, he gets it. 

you don’t ask because you doubt, you ask because you respect him. and that’s what makes him fall so hard for you. 

niko’s love language becomes sitting in comfortable silence, your pinkies linked, as you glance over and softly whisper, “can i lean on you?” 

he nods every time, too stunned to speak. 

“you treat me like i’m precious,” he says one day, voice quiet. 

“you are,” you reply, just as gently, and niko short-circuits on the spot. 

hiori yo

oh, you destroy him (in the softest way possible). 

he’s always been scared of getting too close, of being a burden. but then you come along – so patient, so kind – and ask, “is this okay?” before every hug, every kiss, every forehead touch. 

and hiori just… melts. fully, completely, beautifully. 

you cup his face with both hands and ask, “can i hold you like this?” and he’s already nodding, eyes glossy with emotion. 

you ask him if he’s okay when he zones out. you check if he wants to be alone or held. you don’t assume, you care. 

“you make me feel safe,” he confesses one night, voice barely a whisper. “like… no one’s ever done that before.” 

you brush your thumb under his eye, smiling softly. “you deserve to be loved that way.” 

and hiori hugs you tighter than he ever has before, like he never wants to let go. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈! ; words: 0.5k

think about the first time you and RIN ITOSHI slept in the same bed... nothing sexual, wait!! or at least, not that time. you've been together for a while now, but you've never spent the night together since he always comes home late after practice and you're busy with your activities

so when you got stuck at the itoshi's house after having dinner with his family, having you sleep with him was the only option. there was a storm outside and it would be dangerous to go out in all that rain!. when his parents suggested you stay at their house, Rin was already thinking about how strange it would be to have you SO CLOSE for A WHOLE NIGHT. not that he minds tho

he lent you an old shirt and shorts of his, leaving you the bathroom free while he waited for you in his room. he was literally dying of anxiety, not that he was ashamed, but what was he supposed to do? he had been used to sleeping alone for practically forever, except for a few times when he had slept in his parents' bed because of the storms, but he was a child! and now YOU would be lying next to HIM??

when you came out of the bathroom wearing his clothes, he almost exploded. you were beautiful. too beautiful. i mean, you always were, but with his stuff on you were even more beautiful. and while he was lying down and you were getting under the covers, the only noise outside was fortunately that of the storm, otherwise you would have heard his heart. it was exploding

for a while, he pretended to be asleep. he didn't really know what to do, all the scenarios where he got a little closer ended in catastrophe in his mind. he didn't want to make such an intimate experience uncomfortable for you, it was the last thing in the world he wanted. but hell, he wanted to hug you so bad at the same time

shyly, his arm rested on your waist, and when he noticed that you didn't seem bothered, he put the other one under you and slowly pulled you towards him. he hid his anxiety well but inside he was wondering if he had overdone it since yeah, you didn't seem bothered, but you weren't even hugging him back. maybe he had exaggerated

but when your arms wrapped around his upper back, Rin breathed a sigh of relief. the anxiety slowly melted away as he rested his face on your chest, enjoying the feeling of having you so close and warm. he couldn't decide whether he preferred this or scoring goals in a match

when he woke up the next morning, you were both in the exact same position, his arms still wrapped around your waist as if you might escape. your head was resting on the pillow and at the same time on his head, which remained on your breast. it was relaxing to see you so calm in the morning, still in dreamland

maybe you were dreaming about him

he had been dreaming about you all night

he could almost get used to this, if one day you decided to spend the rest of your life together

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

[itoshiierae]

bllk boys as cliché relationship tropes 𝜗𝜚

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 ft: rin itoshi, sae itoshi, michael kaiser, karasu tabito & otoya eita

ᡣ𐭩 notes: just me projecting my brainrot and assigning the bllk boys cliché relationship tropes bc it’s fun 😋 and if this does well, trust that i’ll be feeding y’all with more!!!! bc yes i do want to see bachira as the golden retriever sunshine bf and reo as the “i’ve been in love with you forever” rich boy 😩🥹

here’s part two!! <33

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

♡ RIN ITOSHI ♡ — “THE GRUMPY ONE FALLS FIRST”

he’s the classic emotionally constipated one who denies his feelings for the longest time. he’s always annoyed when you tease him, but secretly waits for your texts and gets irrationally mad when you’re close with someone else. once he falls??? it’s deep, silent devotion!!!! he memorizes your coffee order. he waits outside your class without saying a word. he won’t admit it, but you’re his entire soft spot.

♡ SAE ITOSHI ♡ — “ENEMIES TO LOVERS WITH MUTUAL PINING”

the eye-roll king. you two definitely started off snapping at each other — too similar, too proud. but behind those sharp comments are glances that linger too long, tension that crackles during arguments, and soft touches that feel like accidents. when it finally breaks???? it’s explosive and painfully overdue. he falls in love with your fire, even if he’ll never say it first.

♡ MICHAEL KAISER ♡ — “PLAYER FALLS FOR THE ONE WHO COULDNT CARE LESS”

this man flirts like it’s breathing — until you show up and don’t fall at his feet. now that drives him insane!!! he starts seeking your validation without realizing it, doing the most ridiculous things to get your attention. and when he finally falls??? he falls HARD. obsessively. positively sickeningly devoted!!!! well, he’ll still act smug, but now he’s the one checking your stories at 3am and blowing off interviews to see you.

♡ KARASU TABITO ♡ — “THE BESTFRIEND WHO’S ALWAYS BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU”

he’s your chaos bestie who jokes about being your boyfriend but lowkey means every word. he’s the one who drives you home, lends you his hoodie, and always says “just friends, right?” with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. but the moment you actually reach for his hand???? he’s ALL in. no hesitation. you were his all along, and he was just waiting for you to notice.

♡ OTOYA EITA ♡ — “THE FLIRT WHO ACCIDENTALLY FALLS IN LOVE”

he starts off light — winks, late-night texts, compliments that make you roll your eyes. he’s never serious… until he is!!!! until his flirty little grin falters when someone else gets too close. and when he realizes it??? he literally panics. flirts harder. gets jealous. and eventually admits,

“this wasn’t supposed to happen, but i think it’s you. it’s always been you.”

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

[everrinsly]

life with rin vibes.

the utter objectification of rin's biceps.

biceps with rin. fluff. slight nsfw. very suggestive. fem!reader. | not proofread.

more reads!

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Your first mistake was attempting to keep Rin company while he exercised—

"You wanna watch me, baby?"

He kissed your forehead softly before moving around the basement, collecting the scattered dumbbells from his sets the day before.

"Y-Yeah, I-I can keep you company," you stuttered, cheeks warm. Because even though you've been together for two years, he never failed to make your heart flutter.

He hummed. "You might get bored. You wanna watch something?" he asked, glancing back at the TV mounted on the wall.

"Mm... it's okay, Rin, I'll be fine—"

(Such lies).

—so now, you were here. On the floor, your back against the foot of the couch.

You should’ve looked away.

You really, really should’ve.

But the sight of Rin working out made you crumble—sweat glistening down his neck, sleeves shoved up over his shoulders, and those arms (let me repeat, those arms) were on full display as he curled the dumbbells like they were nothing.

Thick, veined, flexing with every movement.

You eyed him through your lashes, pretending to scroll through your phone, cheeks red, thighs pressed together like that might help the intrusive thoughts crawling through your mind.

(It didn't).

You bit your lip. The taste of your strawberry chapstick graced your tongue.

Rin didn’t speak. He rarely did during workouts. But you knew he was aware of you. The smug, silent... dangerous... kind of aware, like he could feel you watching him, soaking in every contraction of his biceps like you were starving.

And god—you tried not to imagine what it would feel like to sit on them. To grind on them. To ride—

(You failed. Miserably).

Your face burned hotter, red as a beet.

“Something wrong, baby?” he asked, finally. Casual, like he didn’t already know exactly what kind of nasty filth you were thinking.

You looked up quickly, snapped out of your trance but the feeling of heat in your core still lingering. “N-No.”

His eyebrow lifted, teal eyes scanning from your eyes to your bitten lips. “You sure?”

You nodded. "Mmhmm."

He didn't believe you.

He set the dumbbell down with a soft thud, stretching one arm behind his head—his bicep flexed, bulging, perfect. And fuck, you looked again. You couldn’t not (like it'd be rude to not stare).

Rin tilted his head.

“You’ve been staring at my arms for ten minutes,” he said, voice low and deep. “You wanna say something, pretty?”

You shook your head furiously, tucking your face behind your phone again.

He smirked.

“I’ll say it for you then, yeah?”

You froze. Well... shit.

“I know you think about it,” Rin said, voice dropping to that teasing hush that made your stomach twist. “Don’t pretend you haven’t imagined what it’d be like. Sitting on them. Grinding down. Making a mess while I flex for you.”

Your phone slipped out of your hands.

God—he loved watching your cute, flushed face scrunch up, so he continued.

"You're wet. Aren't you, baby." It wasn't posed as a question. It didn't need to be. Because he knew and you knew. It was a fact.

“I—!” you gasped, utterly mortified. “I d-didn’t—I mean, I—!”

He laughed softly, rising to his feet and stepping towards you. He towered over you now. You couldn’t even look at him.

Rin crouched down, tilting your chin up with one finger, his other arm flexing just barely. Taunting. Teasing.

"You think they're the perfect size too, huh? Perfect for riding. Because my thighs are just too big, right? Too big for your tiny pussy to get off on? So you wanna rock on my biceps instead, isn't that right, pretty baby?"

Holy shit.

You short-circuited, brain stopping completely, all mushy and melting.

He leaned in closer, nose brushing yours, glazed eyes trailing down to your lips.

“Sweet little thing,” he murmured. “So shy, but you’ve got the dirtiest imagination.”

Your face was on fire.

“Maybe...” he whispered, leaning in just enough to brush his lips on yours.

You held your breath.

“I’ll let you test that theory after I finish my sets. So... be a good girl and keep watching me."

[fxymi]

enough with rough dom rin💔💔 he’s a sensitive person who hides behind an attempt at replicating sae’s nonchalance. he’s not a whimperer but i cannot see him seriously degrading you or spanking you or some shit. he might be rough but it’s unintentional. his ass is probably crying the first few times he cums

[dollbrbie]

BABEE what do you think abt step!brother itoshis (rin AND sae)... ? 🫣🫣

I LOVE THIS !!

i think they’d be super indifferent at first, especially if they were older being introduced to a new step sibling. but i think rin would be more reactive - he’d be the one to be more annoyed at you when you do minor things whereas sae wouldn’t really care as much.

i also feel like rin would be a secret pervert! like, he finds you so hot no matter how much he tries to deny it to himself. he pretends to get mad when you leave your underwear in the bathroom after a shower or something, but really he’s resisting the urge to fuck his fist with them. you loveeee getting under his skin, because you know he’s secretly getting off to the thought of you at night.

but unlike rin, sae doesn’t care about the taboo of it all. he thinks his step sister is hot, and what about it? you’re not related by blood and it’s not like he actually sees you like a sister. so, what’s the big deal? i don’t think he’d be making bold moves, though. just flirty comments here and there that get you hot and heavy.

i feel like sae would be someone you get more nervous around purely because he’s way more confident about it all. he’s honest about his attraction towards you - and he knows what to say to get your pussy throbbing.

but rin is more awkward, he doesn’t know how to go about this. he knows that it’s controversial, that people would think he’s a major freak for finding his step sister hot. it’s easier for you to take control, and he’d definitely be the first one you get physical with because of it >.<

i also think that because of how distant rin and sae are, they’d have no idea that the other brother finds you attractive. and i can see it getting pretty messy when your individual relationships with them grow more physically sexual and definitely more complicated that you ever imagined.

should i make this concept it’s own au series? because i’m honestly obsessed with this!!

[chumacki]

Can someone PLEASE write a Rin itoshi fanfic, in which sae finds out that his brother has been dating for a few months/ years and never told him or was aware and he sees how genuinely happy he his with this girl and then he gets kind of happy and sad

Double points if it’s set back in there home town because they got invited by mama and papa itoshi and now they have to meet back up for a family Christmas dinner thing and Rin brings his “special guest”. Fluff with a hint of angst.

[bloomseishiro]

DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — rin doesn’t drink often, and you begin to realize maybe that’s a good thing. 

itoshi rin x reader. fluff, confessions, mentions of alcohol/intoxication, best friends to lovers :3, pro soccer player!rin, rin is drunk and sappy 

word count. 1.6k

Despite Itoshi Rin’s popularity, he really wasn’t one to go out much. 

He thought parties and clubs were a useless waste of time that could instead be spent practicing soccer, weight training, or even resting his body for a faster recovery.

So when you were visiting him overseas and begged him to take you to a party, you were surprised that Rin actually agreed. What was even more shocking was that he drank enough alcohol to get intoxicated. 

Was this really the same Rin you knew? Sure, you haven’t seen your best friend in a while, but you knew this was uncharacteristic for him. 

“I cannot believe you drank this much,” you groan as he leans his weight against your body. You all but had to drag him into an Uber so you could both get home safely. “Isn’t this usually the other way around?” 

“Bad week,” he mumbles, unlocking his door after inputting the wrong numbers into the keypad twice already. “Really bad.”

Rin takes off his shoes before heading over to his kitchen, his movements didn’t have the same calculated grace as normal. You frown as you follow after him, gingerly taking the glass from his hands that he was trying to fill with water, and pouring it yourself. 

“Here,” you say, handing it over to him. “Why was your week so bad? You didn’t text me about it. I don’t think I got any texts from you, at least.”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t wanna talk about it. Sae… We lost to his team during last week’s game.” 

Your face falls as you rush to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me? You should’ve called, Rin! And you should’ve told me last week’s game was against him. I could’ve asked for an extension on my project and flown over to be with you.”

With a heavy sigh, Rin closes his eyes and drowsily leans his cheek onto the top of your head. “No. You kept talking about how important that project was for work. Couldn’t bother you.” 

“You should bother me more,” you say with a pout, struggling to stay upright with all his weight on you. “I’m your best friend. You can lean on me.”

He does and you almost slip. Rin catches himself before you topple over and shoots you a lazy smile. 

Even as his close friend, a smile from Rin isn’t something you see often. To witness him drunk and so disarmed was definitely a once-in-lifetime chance. 

“Thought you said I could lean on you,” he murmurs. 

“Figuratively,” you retort, pinching his alcohol-flushed cheeks affectionately. “Come let’s go to the couch and talk.”

“No,” he says stubbornly. “My bed.”

You eye the spiral staircase leading up to the second floor where the master bedroom was located and sigh. “Okay.”

At least you didn’t have to worry about not working out enough today. Half-carrying Rin around was more than enough cardio and weight training for you. 

Somehow, you manage to make it up the stairs and onto his bed, only dropping him twice along the way, much to your credit. You plop onto his plush sheets in satisfaction and he takes a seat next to you. 

“Now, tell me what else has been bothering you,” you demand, gesturing for him to follow suit and lay down beside you. 

His intoxicated state must make him compliant, since he listened without any protest. “I thought after all these years, I’d prove I’m better than him. But he still won.” 

“You are better than him,” you insist. “You’re my best friend, so you’re automatically just better. And you’re the best soccer player I know!” 

“Do you know many?” he says dryly. 

“Well, no.”

He snorts, attempting to flick your forehead but missing and getting your temple instead. 

You playfully swat his hands away and Rin lightly pushes back. As if you’re children again, the swatting transforms into a harmless push and pull and ends in a fit of play wrestling. Of course, you have the willpower of a mountain and the desire to always win, and you end up sitting on top of Rin, your legs on either side of his body to pin him down. 

“I win!” you proclaim. “And I won’t get off until I hear you say, ‘I’m the best striker in the world and next time I face him, I will beat Sae’s scrawny ass!’” 

He lays there in surrender, but a wild glint in his eye tells you that, if he wanted, he could flip you over with ease. Even in his drunken state. 

“I’m not saying that,” he deadpans.

“Then I guess I’m never getting off.” 

“That’s not the threat you think it is,” says Rin, his hand lazily resting on the back of your thigh. 

You blink. Normally, you would take those words as flirting of sorts, but you knew he was drunk and likely didn’t mean anything by it, so you simply shrugged it off. It’s hard to ignore the burn of his palm on the coolness of your upper thigh, but you try to appear unaffected. 

“Fine, you don’t have to say it, but just know it’s true,” you say with a sniff, discreetly sliding off him to lay down away. 

Reluctantly, Rin lets go of your thighs and allows you to detach yourself from him. 

“And next time,” you turn your head to the side to face him, “don’t keep these things from me! I don’t care how busy I am with work. You’re my best friend. I’ll watch your game or visit you if you ever need me.”

Rin slowly reaches his hand out to smooth over the hairs on your eyebrow, his touch so delicate it surprises you. 

Did drinking always make Rin this affectionate? you wonder worriedly. Suddenly, you were glad he didn’t like to go out to parties much. 

“I’m glad you came,” he says quietly, his words mixing into a lazy slur. “This week was shit but it’s better now that you’re here.”

“Good. I’ll always be here for you, Rin.”

He closes his eyes and nods. “Being with you feels like home. Doesn’t matter if we’re in Japan or overseas. Just need you here.”

Your cheeks warm at his heartfelt tone that you really aren’t used to hearing at all. 

Hiding your feelings of bashfulness, you say, “You’re so drunk, aren’t you?”

Rin’s brows crease in frustration. “No. Well— Yes, but that’s not why I’m saying that.”

“Suuure,” you drawl, booping his nose gently. “It’s okay, Rinnie. I had a feeling you’d be a lovey-dovey drunk.”

“I’m not,” he scowls, a noise of irritation escaping him as he grabs your hand that kept touching his face.

You raise your brow at him questioningly. “You’re not? Then how can you explain your sappy behavior right now?”

Still frowning, Rin shifts his grip from your hand to your wrist, holding it firmly. “Because it’s you. I’d only be this cringe and stupid around you. Because for whatever reason, I like you.”

You try to wriggle your hand away to hide your face in embarrassment, but his grasp is too strong. Your eyes dart around frantically, trying to avoid his intense stare, but, damn, is it hard to look away. 

Is he that drunk or did he mean it? Even if he was drunk, maybe he did still mean it… 

“I’m being serious,” says Rin, finally letting go of your wrist. “I may be a few drinks in but I mean it.”

A few drinks was certainly rounding-down, but you decided not to pester him. 

“You mean it now, but will you tomorrow when you’re sober?” you ask with a remorseful smile. “Let’s not complicate things just for you to regret it in the morning.”

Moving closer to you, Rin pokes the squish of your cheek and you giggle. “I won’t regret it.” 

“There’s no way you can be certain of that right now,” you say, and his face falls. “But I’ll still be here tomorrow. I’ll be here for you whenever you need. If you really do mean it, tell me again when you’re sober. Okay?”

“I will,” he vows, with a firm nod. “I’ll set a reminder on my phone.” 

“You’re so romantic,” you say sarcastically, scrunching your nose up at him. 

“Shut up.” 

Rin’s expression softens as he looks at you through the dim light of his bedroom lamp. You examine him as well. His lashes are as long as ever and you reach out to trace them. Rin’s eyes flutter shut at your touch. You notice his jaw and cheekbones are more defined, reminding you this isn’t the same round-faced kid you were once best friends with. 

This is Rin. The professional soccer player and famous athlete who is still your best friend, but could be more. 

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” he says again, brushing your hair out of your face. “But for now, can I give you this?” 

His face moves closer to yours and you shut your eyes in anticipation. Instead of a kiss on your mouth, you feel soft, warm lips against your forehead. Your heart skips a beat at the feeling and the moment Rin pulls away, you pull him back to hide your face in his chest. 

“Maybe you should get drunk more often,” you mumble teasingly, voice muffled in his shirt. 

“Don’t need to be drunk to do this. Not anymore.” 

Needless to say, you couldn’t wait to wake up tomorrow and hear a fully sober confession from Rin. But for now, being here in his arms that feel like home is enough. 

[kaiserboom]

౨ৎ boyfriend! Rin: who can't help but buy you gifts every time, he thinks your mad at him, he just so clung to you, he wants it to stay like that forever. ౨ৎboyfriend! Rin: who always stares at you in an cold manner, but his mind is full of care and love for you. ౨ৎboyfriend! Isagi: who begs you to help him out with soccer, but ends up accidently kicking the ball in your face. ౨ৎboyfriend! Isagi: tries to do an surprise birthday party for you, but ends up. Sleep talking about how he going to surprise you. which results him ruining your birthday surprise. ౨ৎboyfriend! bachira: plans out dates, for the two of you. but ends up ruining it by tagging isagi along. ౨ৎboyfriend! bachira: every time you guys fight for whatever reason, he always makes sure to tell you that his "monster" will make you dread the day you were ever born. ౨ৎboyfriend! nagi: always begging you to fetch him some food and whatever drinks that comes up in his head. whenever he busy playing video games using the excuse, that he "busy" ౨ৎboyfriend! nagi: always makes sure to cuddle you and smother you with kisses. he evens make sure to promise to take you out on an date- but ends up forgetting. ౨ৎboyfriend! reo: who keeps buying you to many gifts, you wake up early? gift. you decided to clean something?- a gift. ౨ৎboyfriend! reo: who whines when you wanna go out, with your friends or family. using the excuse that he "sick" and you should take care of him. ౨ৎboyfriend! karasu: when he finds out your tickle spot, your going instantly wish he was never born. sleeping? tickles. trying to yawn? tickles. ౨ৎboyfriend! karasu: too bold when he speaks "that shirt looks good, but your better without it" and always acts dumb when you shove him away. ౨ৎboyfriend! otoya: uses his other fake accounts, on whatever platform you use, to see if you would cheat on him. ౨ৎboyfriend! otoya: who adores watching you, not in creepy way- he just likes seeing you. ౨ৎboyfriend! sae: tells you to shut up, when your too busy talking about your passions, or hobbies, but after five minutes, he tells you to keep going. ౨ৎboyfriend! sae: loves it when; your being yourself around him. he loves watching your facial expressions change. when you laugh at the dumbest things. ౨ৎboyfriend! kaiser: loves trying prove that your wrong. you guys can be having 12 hour debate, about what came first "chicken or the egg" ౨ৎboyfriend! kaiser: who begs you, to come over not caring how late it is.

[bloommii]

BLLK STREET RACER AU | street racer kaiser and Rin

Like what the song says. "Two bad bitches at the same damn time". POV, Kaiser spots you in the crowd at one of the races and he shows rin

Idm if anyone uses this. It's from my street racer au. But if you do. Just give credit or tag me.

♡Bloommii | give credit if you use

[megumismyhusband]

spilled coffee & stolen hearts

chapter 12: jealousy is ugly (yet kinda cute?)

you’d been hanging out with isagi and a few others after rin’s practice, just talking and laughing.

but from across the room, rin was watching.

you didn’t notice at first. you were too caught up in the conversation, laughing at isagi’s ridiculous joke about a soccer mishap that ended in him tripping over his own feet. you laughed a little too loudly, probably louder than you should have.

you glanced up and caught a glimpse of rin sitting near the counter. his eyes locked with yours for a second, before he quickly looked away and grabbed his drink.

he hadn’t said much all afternoon. you thought it was just rin being… well, rin, but you started to notice how quiet he was now. a lot quieter than usual.

“rin?” you called softly, walking over to him.

he didn’t look up.

“hey, what’s up with you? you good?” you asked, taking a seat across from him.

rin muttered something under his breath, too soft for you to hear.

“huh?” you leaned in, trying to catch his words.

he looked up, annoyed. “nothing.”

“okay, but you’re acting weird.” you gave him a skeptical look. “you sure you’re good?”

“yeah,” rin said quickly, but there was something in his tone — something that made you think he wasn’t being honest.

you sat back, studying him for a moment. “you’re really gonna act like nothing’s wrong, huh?”

he avoided your gaze. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you sighed, leaning back in your chair. “fine. be like that. but, for the record, you’re definitelyacting weird.”

rin grumbled something under his breath, still not meeting your eyes.

“you’re jealous, aren’t you?” you said casually, watching his reaction.

rin’s eyes flickered toward you, and for a split second, you saw something in them — an emotion he clearly didn’t want to admit.

“no,” he muttered, shifting in his seat. “i just… don’t like how loud you were laughing with him.”

you raised an eyebrow. “with isagi?”

he didn’t answer.

you smiled a little. “jealousy is an ugly emotion, rin.”

rin let out a frustrated sigh, finally meeting your gaze. “shut up.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “jealousy really does look kinda cute on you, though.”

he gave you a sharp look, clearly annoyed. “i’m not jealous.”

you smirked. “yeah, okay. sure.”

rin huffed, clearly fed up. “whatever.”

you couldn’t resist teasing him a little longer, but you could tell he was softening. maybe just a little.

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[kxsagi]

i am back with another request >:3

how would the bllk men try and comfort reader when they tell her that they hate her as a joke but reader believes it because she thinks she’s very easy to hate and no one really likes her. so being in a relationship with them is surprising. can you include the itoshi brothers, kaiser, ness and whoever else you want pls 🙏🏾 tyty

“𝐢'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰”

a/n: daily reminders that my fine shyt readers are absolutely lovable and worthy of all of the love in the world + more

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

itoshi rin

he says it with a deadpan tone during a teasing moment, like when you steal his fries or call him a loser for using google maps. 

“ugh. i hate you.” it’s dry, automatic, and you laugh, or so he thinks. 

but then he sees the flicker in your eyes. the way your posture drops just slightly. 

“.. .oh,” he blurts, realizing too late. 

rin’s not good with panic, so he short-circuits at first. it’s in his nature to brood and analyze, but now he’s scrambling to fix it. 

“wait, wait no. i don’t hate you. are you serious?” he pulls you close, gripping your waist like he’s grounding both of you. 

he’s quiet, sincere. “i don’t say things i don’t mean. i would never say i hated you if i meant it. you know that, right?” 

when you tell him you’re just surprised anyone could love you, rin’s face changes. 

“... what the hell are you talking about?” his voice cracks, barely above a whisper. “how could you think you’re hard to love? you’re the best thing in my entire life.” 

he doesn’t leave your side the whole day. hand in yours. lips on your forehead. he needs you to feel how much he doesn’t hate you and how much he can’t. 

itoshi sae

he says “i hate you” with a half-smirk when you win a bet or outsmart him. something casual, barely a breath. 

you laugh it off, but he notices you retreat, go quiet. 

he’s not slow, sae’s emotionally perceptive under all that apathy. 

“... you know i didn’t mean that, right?” he asks, eyes flicking to you while he’s scrolling on his phone. 

you brush it off, but he puts the phone down. “look at me.” 

his tone is even, but his eyes are gentle. “you think i’m the type to date someone i don’t actually care about?” 

when you admit it’s just hard to believe someone like him could love someone like you, sae physically flinches. 

“don’t ever say that again,” he murmurs, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. 

“you’re kind. you’re funny. you’re smart. i could go on, but i’d rather just keep showing you why you’re everything i want.” 

after that, he doesn’t just say he loves you more. he shows it. kisses on the shoulder. forehead touches. hand on your lower back whenever you pass by. 

kaiser michael

he says it dramatically, mid-argument over something dumb like who left the toothpaste cap off. 

“ugh, i hate you.” paired with the most flamboyant eye-roll. 

you try to laugh, but your voice wavers. and he clocks it instantly. 

“liebling?” he calls, voice dropping all theatrics. 

when you hesitate, he goes from 100 to 0 in two seconds. arms already around you. 

“hey. hey, no. i was joking. i thought we were being dramatic together.” 

and when you say, “it’s fine. i get it. i wouldn’t like me either,” his whole world flips. 

“what the fuck?” he says, not out of anger, but sheer heartbreak. 

“baby, who told you that? who made you believe that?” 

he cups your cheeks and leans in, forehead pressed to yours. 

“you’re literally the only person on this earth who can put up with me. of course i like you. love you.” 

for the next few weeks he’s overly sweet. he sings cheesy songs to you, buys you flowers, tells ness to remind you every hour that kaiser thinks you're amazing. 

ness alexis

he says “i hate you” in a joking whine when you won’t let him pick the movie or steal the last cookie. 

he doesn’t expect it to land. you always laugh. 

but this time, he sees you shrink. 

“noooo, nonono, i’m sorry!! i didn’t mean it!” he throws himself dramatically on top of you. 

you try to laugh it off, but he sits up, real concern on his face. 

“... did that really hurt your feelings?” 

when you nod, even a little, ness pulls you into the biggest hug possible. 

“you’re my favorite person in the entire universe,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “don’t ever think otherwise.” 

when you admit that sometimes it’s just hard to believe someone could like you, he grips your hands. 

“you’re funny, and warm, and thoughtful, and you give the best hugs. i’d be lost without you, okay?” 

you get a whole night of comfort snacks, kisses, and cuddles while he reassures you in five different languages (he googled them). 

mikage reo

says “ugh, i hate you” after you tease him about being rich or wearing expensive moisturizer. 

when you don’t react, he blinks. pauses. “wait. baby?” 

he gets serious fast. drops the playful persona. 

when you confess you thought he might mean it, his expression falters. 

“you know how many people love me for my money or my name?” he says, tone serious. “but you love me for me. that means everything.” 

he’s the type to go all-out in comforting you. he immediately plans a spa day or a surprise picnic to cheer you up. 

but at night, it’s just the two of you and he quietly whispers, “i wish you could see yourself the way i do.” 

bachira meguru

jokes “i hate you” when you prank him or make fun of his monster drawings. 

you laugh, but your face tightens just enough for him to notice. 

“... wait. wait. do you think i meant that?” 

when you shrug, he gets really quiet. 

“hey.” he hugs you so tight, it’s like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “i don’t hate you. i love you. i love you so much it freaks me out sometimes.” 

he pulls you into his lap and holds your face. “you’re not hard to love. you’re the easiest thing i’ve ever loved.” 

he’ll paint you a picture the next day. it says “i love you, silly” with a monster giving you a flower. 

shidou ryusei

says it way too casually, like “ugh i hate you” when you block his goal or steal his protein bar. 

but when you go still, quiet, he feels weird. 

“... wait. you know i was messing around, right?” 

you say, “it’s okay, i get it,” and he freezes. 

“the hell do you mean, ‘you get it’? no, you don’t get to get it.” 

shidou’s comfort is blunt, but honest. he sits you down, grabs your hand, and makes you look at him. 

“you think i’d be dating you if i didn’t think you were the shit?” 

“babe, i don’t do things i don’t want to. and i want you. period.” 

then he wrestles you into a hug and bites your cheek gently like a weirdo. “mine. forever. you hear me?” 

nagi seishiro

he says “i hate you” lazily when you drag him out of bed or interrupt his game. 

it’s not even mean – just groggy, like, “ugh, i hate you for making me move.” 

usually you laugh, but today? your face falls just slightly. 

you try to play it off. he narrows his eyes. 

“... wait. are you mad?” he asks, tilting his head. 

when you finally admit it’s not the first time you’ve believed someone could hate you… nagi just stares. 

and then says, “that’s dumb.” 

not in a mean way — in a “how could anyone think that?” kind of way. 

“you’re the only person i like being awake for,” he mumbles, flopping onto you like a weighted blanket. 

“if you were easy to hate, i’d still be single and gaming in peace. but i’m not. i’m with you. because you make me feel happy in a way no game ever could.” 

he clings tighter, like you’re a giant body pillow. and every few minutes he mumbles, “don’t ever think like that again.” 

you end up staying in bed all day, not because he’s lazy, but because he won’t stop hugging you. 

isagi yoichi

says “i hate you” jokingly when you beat him at a shooting game or call him a nerd for memorizing world cup stats. 

it’s lighthearted… until your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. 

“wait. hey. that was a joke,” he blurts, the second you shift away. 

you tell him it’s fine, that you’re just used to not being liked, so it’s whatever. 

“what?” he sounds like you just punched him. “no. no. you don’t get to say that about yourself.” 

he sits you down, hands on your shoulders, looking frantic. 

“you’re– okay, listen. i love you. i love you so much, and i don’t care if it sounds dramatic. how could you ever think you’re hard to love?” 

his voice gets quieter, a little trembly. “i’ve never felt this way about anyone. you’re sweet and smart and you make me feel like i can breathe even when everything else is stressful.” 

he hugs you for a long time. arms locked tight. 

and for the next week, he texts you things like “i love you more than my right foot” or “if i had to pick between you and soccer… i’d pick you, no hesitation.” 

okay, maybe a little hesitation. but he swears you win. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[yvesssssssss]

HELLOOO! i’ve been thinking about it for a while, blue lock boys the ones you want with Rin, like they’re are arguing with fem! reader and she flashes them her chest to stop their rambling. I love your writing style and lots of your posts so i hope you had a wonderful day !! bye byee 💕

Flashing them mid argument

(isagi, rin, sae, bachira, shidou, kaiser)

Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm really glad you enjoy my writing, it means a lot to me. 💖 I hope you have an amazing day as well!

Honestly, this kind of suck😭 but i hope you enjoy💞

Isagi yoichi

He’s pacing. Talking fast. Heated. “You don’t listen, you just do what you want! You could’ve gotten hurt out there—”

You flash him.

Boobs out. Nipples hard. Silence.

“…Are you serious right now?” he blinks, face flushed, brain short-circuiting.

Then—switch flips.

He grabs your waist, drags you to the edge of the bed, and slams into you like he’s punishing you for breaking his focus.

“You really think you can shut me up like that?” he pants, pounding into you, voice rough. “You think I’m not gonna fuck you stupid for that little stunt?”

You can’t even answer—just moaning, crying, cumming on his cock as he fucks you deeper, harder, until he groans, “Mine. No more backtalk.”

Rin itoshi

He's cold. Pissed. Arms crossed, dead tone.

"You never think about consequences. You're selfish—"

You pull your shirt up. Calm. Quiet. Full tits.

He pauses.

“…Are you really that desperate for attention?”

Then he grabs you by the throat.

"You want a reaction? Fine. Get on the floor."

He doesn’t even undress you all the way. Pulls your shorts aside, spits on his cock, and shoves in hard.

“You’re a fucking brat,” he hisses, fucking you mean. “Always needing to be corrected. Keep showing off like that and I’ll breed you in front of a mirror so you watch it happen.”

And when he cums inside you, he presses deep and says, “You’re not going anywhere until it takes.”

Sae itoshi

He’s calm. Detached. Annoyed in that quiet, infuriating way.

“You’re acting immature. Honestly, I’m bored of this.”

You lift your shirt.

He looks. Silent. One slow blink.

“…You think your tits are a winning argument?”

But his cock’s already hard. And when he grabs you by the hips and lays you face-down over the couch, he’s grinning.

“This isn’t going to fix anything,” he whispers, pushing into you so slow it aches. “But I’ll still fuck you like you’re nothing but a pretty mouth and a tight pussy.”

And he does. Unbothered, deep, slow strokes until you’re crying for more—and then he denies your orgasm just to spite you.

Bachira meguru

“Why are you mad at me?” he’s frowning. “I was just playing around, baby—don’t be like this—”

You flash him. Tits bounce.

His pupils blow wide. Tongue flicks out to wet his lips. Animal brain takes over.

“Whoa…”

He’s on you in seconds. Grinning, playful, ravenous.

“You did that on purpose, huh? Naughty little thing.”

He lays you back, spreads your legs, and eats you out like he worships the pussy that flashed him.

“Flashing me to stop a fight?” he moans, licking into you. “I’m gonna make you squirt so hard you forget what we were arguing about.”

And then he’s fucking you deep, hands pinning your wrists as he says, “I’ll forgive you if you say my name while you cum. Beg for it, baby.”

Shidou ryusei

“Oh, you’re pissed? Boo-hoo. You gonna cry about it?”

You lift your shirt. Nipples bare. Chin tilted.

He stops. Looks down at your chest. Then laughs, low and feral.

“You really just flash your tits to win a fight?”

Steps forward. Grabs them. Squeezes.

“Bet you’re dripping, huh? Slutty little brat.”

Next thing you know, you’re bent over the table, ass in the air, his cock bullying your pussy like it owes him something.

“You want attention? You’ll get it.”

Slap.

“You need cock to shut up?”

Thrust.

He doesn’t stop ‘til he’s made you cum twice and then pulls out to paint your back with cum, smearing it in as he says—

“Now that’s how you end an argument.”

Michael kaiser

He’s being a smug little bitch. “Of course I was right. You just hate it when I win, huh?”

You flash him. Slow. Lazy. Confident.

His mouth parts. His cock twitches. He stares.

“You—god, you are obsessed with me.”

He tosses his phone aside, grabs you by the waist, and throws you on the bed like a prize.

“You want me to fuck the fight out of you?” he growls, already sliding inside, making you arch with the stretch. “Say it. Beg for it.”

You moan, “Please—Kaiser—need it—”

“That’s right,” he hisses, hips snapping. “You’re mine. Mine to fight with. Mine to fuck. Mine to ruin.”

And when you’re shaking, twitching, dripping full of his cum, he leans down, kisses you hard, and says:

“Next time you flash me, do it naked.”

[itoshiierae]

when you accidentally say you hate them #2 ⊹˚.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 ft: rin itoshi, sae itoshi, oliver aiku, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi

ᡣ𐭩 notes: here’s part one. and once again, this is not proofread HAHAHA. i probably rushed this a little bc i didn’t wanna keep y’all waiting too long, so pls forgive any errors :c but anywayy, here’s part 2. enjoy!!!! <33

ᡣ𐭩 cw: angst (at first), then fluffff <33, you & oliver’s relationship dynamic is wayyy different from the others HAHAH, not isagi being the ONLY confrontational king among the 5 😵‍💫

extras: but let’s be fr, the rest of them are NOT the ‘let’s-talk-it-out’ type unless they’re being cornered lol 💀😭

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

౨ৎ RIN ITOSHI ౨ৎ

the hallway feels emptier without the quiet drag of his footsteps. no soft shuffle of socks, no keys clinking lazily by the door, no sleepy voice mumbling about coffee. just a note, carefully written and left on the coffee table — too neat for how much it hurts.

[“didn’t know if you’d want me around today. left early. don’t worry about it.”]

the kind of sentence that pretends it doesn’t ache to write. you sat with it for what felt like hours— long enough for the coffee to go cold, long enough to wonder if maybe staying silent was worse than saying the wrong thing. the note didn’t move, but your thoughts circled it like grief.

you just sat at the table, phone in hand, trying to type the right words.

sent 09:42am: [ i didn’t mean it. ]

sent 09:42am: [ please talk to me. ]

sent 09:43am: [ come home rin. ]

none of them delivered. or maybe they did — and he just didn’t want to answer.

──★

the lock clicks just past midnight — long after you gave up checking your phone. like he came back only when he was genuinely sure you’d stopped waiting for him.

your body jerks awake where you’d accidentally dozed off on the couch — curled up, blanket barely pulled over your legs.

he stops mid-step when he sees you.

he doesn’t say anything at first. just stands there in the doorway, keys still dangling from his hand, his silhouette washed in dim light.

and then —

“why are you—” he stops. voice flat.

“...you shouldn’t sleep out here.”

you blinked hard, still groggy, heart pounding too loud to answer right away.

“i was waiting for you.. rin,” the words slipping out like a confession you’d rehearsed too many times to forget.

his eyes flicker — sharp for a second like instinct, then soften, like he almost let something show.

but just as quickly, it’s gone again.

blank. unreadable.

like as if he’s rebuilding the walls even as he looks at you.

“you said you hated me,” he says, quietly— not like an accusation, but like a memory he hasn’t been able to stop replaying.

“i didn’t mean it,” your voice breaks.

“i was tired. upset. i just… i mean i say things when i’m scared.”

he exhales, low and steady, like he’s trying not to feel too much at once. like he’s caught between staying mad and missing you.

“you were scared,” he repeats, eyes narrowing just slightly.

“and i was what? something safe to push?”

after he said that, the silence between the both of you is thick again. but this time, it feels more like a storm circling — not a goodbye. your head dips, slow, as if the guilt weighs heavier than the words did as you gave him a silent nod, but not a proud one, more like regret dressed in silence.

“i was scared of losing you. and i still am. i missed you so much rin..”

his shoulders ease, just barely — like he’s still holding onto the edge, but some part of him is tired of fighting.

“don’t say things you don’t mean,” he mutters.

“not to me.”

and then, so soft you almost miss it:

“i missed you too… come here now.”

౨ৎ SAE ITOSHI ౨ৎ

you still haven’t fully processed what just happened.

he didn’t yell. he didn’t slam the door, but it still stings — the way that you never truly got to talk it out with him before he went off.

you stood in the middle of the apartment like the argument was still ringing off the walls.

“i hate when you act like this — no… i hate you sometimes.”

and the worst part?

you’re not even sure if you meant it. or if you just needed to say something loud enough, cruel enough, real enough… to make him feel something back.

but now the apartment felt empty. almost as if, he took the noise with him when he left.

and you couldn’t stop staring at the door. like if you watched long enough, maybe he’d walk back through it — maybe he’d say something to make it okay.

but he didn’t.

──★

you sent two texts. one asking if he was okay. one trying to undo what you said.

he never replied.

but you stayed near the door anyway, just in case the silence meant something other than goodbye.

──★

he came back at midnight, hours after you’d given up sitting by the door, hours after you’d replayed the fight for at least a hundred times in your head.

you were curled up on the couch, half-asleep under a throw blanket, when you heard the key in the lock.

you didn’t move at first. you weren’t sure if you were supposed to. the door opened with a quiet click — then shut just as softly.

you sat up slowly, “sae…”

he paused, still facing the door as he took a breath.

“i’m tired,” he said, flatly.“can we not fight again tonight?” the words hit like a plea dressed as indifference.

you rose slowly, like the moment might break if you moved too fast.

“we’re not fighting,” you said softly.

“not anymore”.

after a pause that felt heavier than silence, you continued, “you know… i didn’t mean what i said.” you whispered.

silence.

and then without turning he said — “then why’d you say it?” his voice so quiet it almost felt like a thought, not a question.

your throat tightened, like the words were scraping on the way out.

“… because i was scared. and hurt. i thought maybe saying something ugly would make you.. i don’t know?? …look at me again??”

he finally turned around to face you, but not fully.

“wait… you think i don’t look at you?” his voice didn’t rise, but it cracked around the edges — like that was the one thing he never thought you’d doubt.

“not when it matters,” you said.“not when i’m falling apart in front of you.”

for a long moment, he said nothing then —

“i wasn’t ignoring you... i just didn’t know what to say without making it worse.”

your voice snagged on the ache in your chest. you tried to say something, but nothing came out. and then finally— finally he stepped closer towards you. no apology in his expression. no grand gesture, just a tired man standing in a dim-lit living room, looking at someone he wasn’t ready to lose.

“i’m still here,” he said quietly, staring straight into your eyes.

“even if i don’t always know how to show it.”

and the second those words left his mouth, you threw your arms around him — like letting go wasn’t an option anymore.

he stayed still, the weight of you in his arms settling over him — something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. and then his hands found your back, unsteady, fingers trembling, almost as if he wasn’t sure he deserved this.

“i hate you,” you whispered, half-laughing, half-crying.

“not really. but kind of. but not really.”

you felt his chest rise with the smallest exhale.

“whatever,” he muttered.

“you’re annoying.”

but he didn’t let you go.

౨ৎ OLIVER AIKU ౨ৎ

he didn’t come back for three days.

no calls. no texts. not even a missed story view. he was gone — just like that. for a moment, it almost felt like the two of you had never been in a relationship at all. you almost wanted to call him, but you stopped yourself.

and then on day 4, he walked in like nothing happened.

like you hadn’t screamed that you hated him infront of everyone, like he hadn’t just straight up ignored you & then laughed too loud at another girl’s joke right after you said it. like his silence hadn’t stretched for days and made you question everything.

“yo,” he said casually, tossing his keys onto the dining table.

you stared at him. and he stared right back at you — like it really was just another random tuesday morning.

“so… did you make breakfast?” he asked casually.

“yeah… you want some?”

“nah,” he shrugged. “just checking if you still love me.”

you almost felt a laugh rise, but it got lost somewhere between your chest and your pride.

──★

the rest of the day passed like nothing happened. the two of you talked and joked like always. he picked an episode of something he knew would annoy you — and you watched it anyway.

halfway through, he even made popcorn, stole your favorite blanket, acted like everything was okay.

and maybe for a while, you let yourself believe it was.

but underneath it all, it felt too easy. like walking across a floor made of glass while pretending you didn’t hear it crack. and neither of you mentioned about what happened that day. until it happened.

your fingers grazed his when you handed him the remote — and you recoiled before he could react. but he didn’t move at all, almost as if your touch didn’t scare him the way his did to you.

neither of you spoke for a while. not out of peace, but tension. until you finally broke it with:

“sooo like… are we really not gonna talk about what happened that day?” your voice tried to stay light, but the tension bled through anyway.

he leaned back — tone sharp, eyes unreadable.

“talk about what, exactly? the part where you screamed that you hated me in front of like… twenty people?”

the air between you thickened — dense with everything unsaid.

“i was just… jealous,” you admitted.

“i felt invisible. and i wanted to make you look at me.”

he shifted then — eyes finally meeting yours.

“but i always look at you,” he said quietly.

“you just don’t always notice it when your head is full of every reason you think i shouldn’t.”

you couldn’t even meet his eyes after he said that.

“so… do you hate me now?”

you swallowed against the tightness in your throat, your voice trembling with something between fear and relief. like you’d waited too long to have this conversation with him — and now that it was here, it barely felt real.

“of course not,” he said without hesitation — but his voice carried something heavier underneath.

“but hearing you say that shit… yeah, it did hurt.”

his voice dropped, like he couldn’t believe you’d even ask him that question.

you leaned a little closer, gaze fixed on him like you were waiting for a sign or something to prove he still felt it too.

“and knowing you,” he said, a half-smile tugging at his mouth,

“you’ve probably been wondering where i’ve been for the past three days — but chose not to ask on purpose.”

he let out a quiet chuckle before continuing,

“… don’t worry, i was at sendou’s… infact, he saw how miserable i looked and almost called you himself — until i stopped him & begged him not to.”

you tilted your head and blinked slowly, a silent ‘really?’ stitched into your stare. like you genuinely couldn’t believe that he disappeared for three days, and that’s what he was doing? sulking in someone else’s living room while missing you in silence?

“you’re literally so annoying, you know that?”

and just like that, everything finally felt at ease again.

your relationship with oliver had never been conventional. it’s always been messy, loud, sometimes a little too raw — but you’d always known how to live in it, how to love in it. and you embraced it anyway.

“yeah… i know,” he said, leaning his forehead gently against yours.

“…but please don’t ever say that you hate me again,” he whispered. “even if you’re mad… especially not in front of twenty people.”

you nodded, then let out a quiet laugh — soft, shaky, but real.

“then maybe don’t make me feel like i have to scream just to be seen… idiot.”

౨ৎ NAGI SEISHIRO ౨ৎ

the thing about hurting someone like nagi was that he never told you where it hurt, he just stopped reaching for you.

same as before, during all your previous outbursts — he’d go silent, then walked off without reacting. no raised voice. no screaming. just quiet acceptance that stung more than yelling ever could.

after an argument, he’d head straight to the bedroom and collapse into his blanket — like always.

but that night, he didn’t scroll on his phone. didn’t ask if you wanted to order food. and didn’t say anything when you got into bed beside him either.

he just laid there, back turned to you, face buried in his pillow.

and maybe that would’ve been fine… if it weren’t for the way he kept his hands to himself. didn’t reach for you like he always did. no sleepy mumbling. no quiet complaints. and not even a half-whispered “come here.”

just silence.

you didn’t realize how loud the silence could be — the absence of him & the way it echoed in everything he didn’t do.

now you’ve finally had enough of his silent treatment, so you broke first.

“sei…”

but he didn’t answer.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered. “i didn’t mean it earlier.”

the silence lingered — long enough to make your chest ache, long enough to wonder if he’d even heard whatever you just said.

and then finally… he sighed. rolled over slowly. eyes tired, but open now to look at you.

“then don’t say things like that,” he murmured, voice low. “hurts too much.”

you almost cried then.

but he reached out first — pulled you into his chest, lazy in the way he moved, but tight in the way he held your body. and his head rested on top of yours, like that’s where it belonged all along.

“’s okay now… just please don’t hate me.”

and you didn’t know if it was the way he said it, or the way he held you — but suddenly, the silence didn’t feel so loud anymore. it just felt like home.

౨ৎ ISAGI YOICHI ౨ৎ

you didn’t know how long you stood there after he left — the door closing softly behind him, like even it didn’t want to make a sound.

your eyes drifted around the room, tracing the path he took when he left — almost like if you followed it closely enough, you could walk it backwards. back to the moment before it all went wrong between the both of you.

──★

three hours passed.

then six.

and before you know it, it was already midnight.

you could’ve texted him, but you didn’t. infact, you didn’t know what you would have said.

“i didn’t mean it.”?

“come home.”?

“i’m sorry.”?

as much as you didn’t mean it when you said that you hated him, a small part of you still held onto the anger — because deep down, all you really wanted was to feel loved by him again. you missed the way he used to show up, without needing to be asked.

so you kept your hands busy — cleaned the dishes. folded the laundry. sat on the couch just hoping that the silence would quiet down before your thoughts got too loud.

and then, around 2AM, you heard the lock click.

you turned your head so fast your neck cracked, and there he was, hoodie pulled over his head, eyes tired, but still the boy you’d never quite stopped looking for.

“… yoichi—” your voice barely made it out before he raised a hand — quiet, but firm.

he didn’t speak, just went straight to the bedroom, dropped his bag, then came back to the living room where you were still frozen on the couch.

and that’s when he finally said it, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it:

“so… you really meant it? that you hate me?”

you shook your head immediately. “no. no, i was frustrated— i was tired and— it wasn’t fair. i didn’t mean any of it.”

his gaze dropped.

“then why did it sound like you did?”

you got up without a word, walked towards him, and gently reached for his hand.

“… because i was hurting, not because i stopped loving you. and maybe i was selfish… but i just wanted your attention.”

“just wanted to feel like i still mattered to you.”

the silence stretched between the both of you. and just when you thought he might let go, he squeezed your hand back and said, “… okay.”

“… and i’m also sorry, for ever making you feel like you came second to practice or winning. you didn’t & you never did...”

afterwards, he leaned forward, slow and steady — until your forehead met his chest, like the rhythm of his breath was the only thing keeping you calm.

“just— remember this okay?? you’ll always matter to me… you always have. so let me make it up to you… wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

you almost cried right then — barely managing a soft,

“yes… i’d love to.”

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[everrinsly]

a/n; i was listening to "infinitely falling" by fly by midnight!

life with rin vibes.

down bad with rin. drabble. fluff. very suggestive. fem!reader. | not proofread.

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When you and Rin first moved in together, you were shy and sweet. Adorably so—

"Baby, why are your mugs on the other side of the shelf?"

"B-Because yours were on that side... and I didn't know—like... maybe you need more space...? So I-I just put mine a little over."

(It was not a little over; it was a lot over).

"You wanna take my car to work, pretty? I'm off from practice today."

"Mm, it's okay, Rin... I-I don't wanna accidently scratch it."

(Unbeknownst to you, he'd love a scratch on his car made by you).

—but now, you've grown. Shaper. Firmer. Wiser. Rin obviously noticed, but to him, you were still shy, still sweet, still his.

Rin's girl.

And shit, Rin has never seen his girl so simple yet so sinful.

You were standing barefoot in the kitchen, wearing his oversized sweatshirt that hit mid-thigh, humming softly as you reached for a mug on your tiptoes (your mugs and his mugs now scattered together, intertwined in one corner of the shelf). The morning sun filtered through the windows, catching in your hair, painting gold across your cheek.

The scene made something snap in his brain.

Not the kind of snap he usually has on the field, no. Like he wasn’t angry, wasn't frustrated, wasn't... anything really. But the feeling of it... the feeling of seeing you like this—

No, it was worse. It was want. Bone-deep. Dark-edged. The kind that started in the gut and bloomed up his spine like heat.

You looked so soft, so good, like you belonged there. Like you already belonged to him.

(You did).

And Rin’s thoughts turned filthy in a heartbeat.

He imagined walking up behind you, sliding his hands under that damn sweatshirt and gripping your hips. Pinning your hips to the counter and whispering low in your ear about how perfect you’d look full of him. How pretty you'd sound whimpering his name, begging softly even though he knew you’d take it all. You always did. Always so shy, so sweet—but so good for him when it counted.

His jaw tensed. The idea of you all round and swollen with his child, wearing his shirt, walking around the house with that golden glow he put in you—

God damn.

He exhaled, quietly. Controlled.

You turned to smile at him, holding out a cup of coffee like nothing was swirling beneath the surface. Like you didn’t know he was two seconds from dragging you back to bed just to claim you all over.

“Rin?” you asked softly, eyes blinking gently up at him.

He crossed the space between you in two slow steps, fingers brushing yours he took the mug.

He eyed the promise ring on your middle finger.

“You really don’t know what you do to me, baby,” he murmured under his breath, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Stay with me forever, yeah?"

You nodded, sheepish and confused but wholly trusting.

And Rin, for all his discipline on the field, couldn't stop thinking about how badly he wanted to fill you. Not just once, absolutely not. Not even twice or thrice.

But multiple times (everyday). Just to keep you, to mark you in the most permanent way possible.

Not just because he could.

Not just because you were his.

(Not just because the image of you carrying his child does unspeakable things to him).

But because deep down, there was a part of him that wanted everything you. All soft, shy, and sweet. Utterly his.

And fuck—was he already hopelessly, possessively in love.