#blue lock oneshots

[kazvha]

Sae and Rin reaction to seeing the reader couching blood in their matches? The reader is cheering for the brothers like she always does, and suddenly she starts to cough lots of blood and she passes out. When the they noticed, they immediately stop playing and went to the reader while they screaming in terror and fear. They desperately want help from the people in there.

Summary: His reaction when you faint during his match

Including: Sae & Rin (separated)

Notes: I actually have no idea what happens when you faint in a stadium😅 Tried my best though

SAE ITOSHI

Sae was proud to have you cheering for him every match. Although he had lots of supporters, his eyes only looked at your figure every time he scored a goal. He would never grow tired of your beaming face.

You jumped and screamed like always the next time Sae scored a goal, only to get a coughing attack. The coughs wouldn't stop even after drinking water, and eventually, you started coughing blood. It stained your top, and suddenly a wave of weakness hit you, which made cling to the railing in front of you.

"Hey! Is everything alright?", asked one person next to you, before your consciousness slipped into nothing.

A commotion formed around you, and people panicked and screaming for help. Sae noticed it out of the corner of his eyes and scanned through the crowd for your figure. When his eyes found you in that unconscious state, red liquid dripping from your lips, he froze.

"[Name]?!", he cried out in terror before sprinting up to you in a straight line.

When he arrived at your side you were already put into the recovery position and someone called the ambulance. He was caught up in fear. The goal and the game were long forgotten, the only thing on Sae's mind was you. How did this happen? Were there signs he didn't notice?

His hands trembled as he rubbed your shoulder and attempted to calm himself down. "Everything will be fine."

He never left your side when you were carried out, his hand never left your cold one.

RIN ITOSHI

You always being there and cheering for him during his matches was the thing that kept him going. Every time Rin took a breather, he glanced in your direction. He admired how good you looked in his jersey, with his name written on your face, and then he concentrated on the game again.

You were screaming your lungs out in a fan chant until you suddenly suffered from a coughing fit. Your eyes widened when you noticed the blood on your hands after wiping your lips, and the next thing that happened was... Darkness.

The first half was nearing the end with three minutes of overtime when Rin took another look in your direction. Seeing your state, eyes closed, and leaning back into your seat made him frown at first, and then he noticed the blood.

His instincts immediately took over. He ran across the field screaming your name frantically, his voice full of fear and terror. He hoped you would respond, but you didn't, your eyes remained closed. Rin hastically climbed up to your seat reaching for your shoulder and trying his luck again to no avail. He checked your pulse. Luckily, you were still breathing.

Seething with rage he screamed at the wide-eyed people around him, "How blind has someone to be to not notice the person next to you passing out?! Call an ambulance, before I crush you all into little pieces!"

His eyes coldly pierced through everyone he looked at. "Stop filming! You shits don't even have one spark of decency in you!" Rin was ready to attack everybody, but his teammate who appeared beside him, restrained him.

Two minutes later the emergency physicians arrived and carried you to the ambulance. Rin insisted on staying by your side the whole time, even if it meant abandoning his match.

[chateaaa]

☆ How the Blue lock characters confess to their crush! pt 2

synopsis: Blue lock characters confessing

pairing: Nagi Seishiro, Isagi Yoichi, Yukimiya Kenyu x fem! reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

Nagi Seishiro

- he would confess through games, probably in minecraft and will build a heart house for you, him and your cats

- will ask "Y/n, will you be my girlfriend? i have this bubbly feeling when i see you, and i feel safe around you."

- i know, hes so corny but like you're the only girl he likes (he tries okay 😭)

- asked help from reo, but didn't use that advice (he wanted to be true to you)

- would be a cute and lazy bf, his socials are full of your face

Isagi Yoichi

- This guy would be soooo romantic confessing lol, typical flowers and teddy bear

- would be a stuttering mess

- "Y-Y/n,, w-will you b-be my girlfriend?!?"

- literally shouts his confession to you

- wouldn't believe it if you accepted his confession, would "Are you sure?!? really?!?"

- would smile like an idiot

- the type of bf to share everything with you.

Yukimiya Kenyu

- would probably be the boyfriend in school

- would confess in a sakura tree, on the last day of school

- he would give you his second button on his uniform, then confess to you (In japan, The significance of the second button is that it is located closest to one's heart, giving your crush the second button conveys the message that you think of her as the most precious person to you.)

- "Hey Y/n, i really really like you, can you be mine ;)"

Hey guys! so sorry for late upload, here's part 2!!!

tysm for reading, luv u all!

(would probably post about kny, i've been addicted to that show for a while, please leave suggestions about what i will write!)

[ferg0s]

Barou starting a new relationship with a shy girl and how he would go about it

The literal personification of trying to mix oil with water

He was used to everyone looking at him in times of need on the field - he was the king after all - so he didn’t even notice how you would take a step back whenever it came time to ordering food, or any sort of public speaking and interactions.

He naturally took the lead, and you followed suit. Thanking the lord.

He honestly didn’t even notice how shy you were- he just kinda assumed you like hearing him talk. It wasn’t until he passed by an aisle of cute keychains and decided that he wanted to get you one when he realized… he kinda didn’t know anything about you.

I mean he did. He knew your name, your height…. The colour of your eyes…. And hair… and…

“So what do you do?” He asked bluntly as the two of you walked down a park, ice creams in hand. The one he ordered. “What?” “Hobbies? Sports? What do you do in your spare time?” He asked as he looked at you, determined to get an answer. “You know… the usual stuff-“ you awkwardly chuckle. “I don’t know actually.” He was a little shit about it.

But after literally interrogating you for an entire hour, he managed to squeeze out an answer from you. You were completely cornered by him, and you shyly tell him your hobbies. He looks dumbfounded, because to him those are completely normal and healthy hobbies for someone to have. He was starting to think you’re a grave robber by the way you were acting.

Knitting? He will get you the yarn, and parade a scarf you made for him and show all his teammates. Collecting something? He will always be on the lookout for what you like, even going as far as asking his teammates to be on the lookout as well. Video games? He will learn to play your favourite game with you. Cute farming sim? Silent hill? Niche indie game that only 3 people know about? You best bet he will ask for a 4 hour lore deep dive.

Very supportive.

Lwokey will get annoyed at your shyness at one point.

At first he thinks it’s cute, but he’s not the type of person to fully baby anyone, and will force you to order your own meal. He wants the best for you :(

Will say his order and look at you to say yours, watching you stumble on your words as you try to order some fries and a sprite. And will say he’s proud of you after. But doesn’t do it often because he can see the genuine terror in your eyes - only does it even it’s the two of you in line on a slow day.

Slowly learns to accept that you’re passionate in your own way. He’s loud and proud, whereas you like to keep to yourself. In a way he likes that you’re so open with him, that you let him see the stuff you don’t show other people. Thinks it’s adorable.

Will 100% try to make you more comfortable and less shy. You bought a new dress and don’t want to wear it, he will bluntly tell you it looks good and it would be a waste of money not to wear it.

Encourages your fashion choices. Polly pocket platform heels? He loves them. Bold lipstick? He will buy you earring that match. He quietly realized he liked seeing you happy. And you were happiest being yourself.

He’s not a big fan of grossly obvious PDA. Loves holding your hand or when you grab his bicep when you two walk together. You like it because it doesn’t draw unnecessary attention and he likes it cuz you’re always attached next to him and he doesn’t have to worry about actually loosing you. Plus he likes it when you grab his bicep.

Took forever to convince you to come to one of his games. You were too nervous to get into an arena with so many people - said you could come with a group of his teammates girlfriends - but you hated the idea of being with people you didn’t know.

He got really good at spotting you in the crowd. Didn’t matter where you were sitting, he just trained himself to see you. You were too shy to loudly cheer like everyone else, blending into the crowd due to that. But it didn’t matter.

In a weird way. He likes that hes the only one who gets to see you this happy, because hes the same with you. Slowly learning to take his guard down, be more open.

You’re learning to be confident while he’s learning to be trusting.

[starxanemone]

꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ FROM DUST TO DUST

michael kaiser x gender neutral!reader

you liked to see him crumble—from dust to dust.

warnings ! mdni ! sexual content — sub! brat!kaiser, dom!reader, praise kink, cock sucking, handjob, teasing and denial. also slight character exploration based on his backstory.

note — as a femdom, i am a firm and avid fan of the idea of submissive kaiser. oliver aiku is my next target. also, sorry this took a while : ( i'm busy with uni.

From dust to dust; there is nothing more beautiful than to view the evolution of things. A being grows—all supple skin and flesh and fragile bones—from a mere zygote, born from the fusion of sperm and egg.

And you think that man goes through the same cycle again and again throughout their life. From learning how to stand on one’s feet to no longer being able to do so. From seeking to finding, then to seeking again. From exalted kings to abdicated ones. All from different facets of the humans of society; they go back to their roots, ultimately. From dust to dust.

Michael Kaiser is nothing more than a mere cog born to inevitably contribute and connect with society that is just like him. Yes, by the gods, he was birthed, chosen to be an emperor, and how ethereal he truly is as he devours and rules lowly humans that grovel underneath him. No mercy was shown to anyone that attempted to overthrow his position, and not a simple glimpse was spared for those who raved on about the ‘impossible.’

He was arrogant and his mouth never knew when to stop running. But he would get what he deserves. Just like all the kings and queens, and emperors and empresses that stood before his rule.

They all fall down.

From dust to dust.

“Now, now… quiet down, liebling.” You hum, pressing your right hand tightly over his swollen pink lips. You know he loves it when you call him that, especially with the way his hard-on presses against your knee. He thrashes a little underneath you with his cheeks, ears, and exposed neck all tinted in pinkish and red hues.

You like to think that he looks like a work of art when he is like this. Not when he is in his most glorious state, but when he looks human in their rawest form. All supple skin and flesh ( you’d like to paint with your lips ) and fragile bones ( you’d like to caress ).

You pull downwards, cat-like eyes gazing intently into his half-lidded ones as you hover your face over his sweatpants. You press your cheek right against it teasingly, smiling a little in amusement when he glares down at you.

“Kitty’s got bite, hm?” You chuckle, rubbing your cheek against his crotch, feeling his cock twitch underneath the fabric as you massage his hips with your fingers.

“S-Shut up, a-ah—”

He spits out his words, though you get the feeling that it’s not as angry as he would have liked it to sound, especially with the way he holds back his moan and breathes heavily towards the end.

“Oh,” You pout mockingly. “But you wouldn’t be in this position if you weren’t being such a slut earlier. Like, seriously, making out with me in front of everyone and leaving a hickey on my neck where everyone could see? All because you were jealous of sweet little Yoichi?”

“S-Stop,” He rasps out, bringing his hands down to cup your cheeks to lift it up from his clothed cock.

You can tell that he’s irked with the way you call his rival ‘sweet.’ Your smile softens and you pull yourself up to plant your chin against his chest.

“Why are you so envious, mein schatz?” You bring your hand up, thumbing against his pink bottom lip. You watch in fascination as you press on the soft skin, nail biting onto the flesh, leaving a small crescent in its wake.

His lips part and you grin lazily, slipping your finger into his mouth to touch the wet muscle. Your eyes don’t miss the way his tongue runs over the tip of your finger, brushing over your nail before his mouth closes around it entirely.

You bring your other palm up to cup the side of his cheek as you sit up on his abdomen again. His electro-blue irises and sharp ebony pupils swallow you entirely as he sucks and licks on your finger willingly.

Oh how you loved seeing him crumble like this. All of his wits and pride dispersed with a flick of your fingers. You who have given him the feeling of something new—something so incredibly yet not supposed to be foreign for any living human. An emotion that he could only utter as a wistful wish underneath the eyes of the constellations.

Love. So this is love.

You pull your finger back, chuckling a little as he lifts his head up to chase for the sensation between his lips again before dropping his head back down upon realizing his actions. His cheeks are flushed cherry red and his brows are furrowed as if his senses had come back, and you know that he is beating himself up over the constant lapses of weakness before the gaze of someone else. But you don’t care about that.

It was never a weakness to choose to open up oneself to somebody.

You cup his cheek, firmly this time.

“Why are you always so envious? Tell me.”

But he was a stubborn one.

He keeps his lips pressed firmly, glaring up at you in a disobeying manner. It doesn’t look very intimidating with his black cotton shirt half-way lifted up on his upper body, his hair scattered around his head like a makeshift blue pearlescent crown, and the cute little wet patch marking his grey sweatpants.

“Not talking, hm? Okay, then. Fine. We’ll do it your way.” You hum in amusement before you’re snaking back down onto his hips.

In a split second, you grasp the garter of his sweatpants and pull it down, wordlessly gazing at the way his curved cock slaps at the skin below his belly button.

He hisses, “W-What are you—”

“Shut up. Don’t talk.” You murmur before dipping your head down to lick at the pinkish tip. It was already oozing with precum, bubbling and dripping down against the length of his cock, tracing a vein.

“F-Fuck—” He groans, throwing his head back against the pillows.

You pull your lips away from his cock and strike your palm against his inner thigh, leaving a red mark though not enough to cause any significant pain.

Nevertheless, he hisses, eyes widening in shock. “Why did you—”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” Your hands smooth over the spot you had just hit before traveling north once more. When your hands reach its destination, you blink when you hear a silent whine leave his mouth.

“Please…” You hear him mumble and your gaze flickers upwards, seeing his disheveled state. Eyes half lidded with his soft lashes pointing southwards, cheeks turning a shade darker than it was previously.

His hips twitch upwards and your gaze softens.

“Okay,” You breathe out. “Okay.”

You have to admit. You cave in way too fast.

You place your hands on the sides of his bare hips, squeezing as you lick your tongue flat across the length of his cock, stopping near the tip. You keep your eyes trained on him and his gaze on yours, brows furrowed over.

You brush your tongue repeatedly against the underside of his pink tip—now all shiny underneath the fluorescent lights of your shared apartment from the mixture of precum and your saliva. His hips twitch and you immediately hold it down, digging your fingers against his skin, leaving marks on the flesh.

“P-Please,” He groans quietly, eyes closing. “Give me more, liebling. Please.”

“Hm?” You hum, tongue toying with his tip. The little crevice is soft and smooth against your touch, now all sensitive. You press your tongue against the underside of it harder before taking just the tip inside your mouth. Your fingers trace against the veins protruding the length of his cock teasingly. “But you haven’t— haven’t answered my question yet.”

You suck on his tip lightly, just enough to have his stomach and shoulders twitching, and hips buck between your hold.

“I-I want you to look at me!” He groans, body twitching when you trace your tongue with more pressure against his length repeatedly, humming a little as you listen to him speak. “I w-want you to look at me only and not that worthless, pathetic man. H-He won’t serve you half as good as I do. He can’t. I want you to love me, and me only.”

You pull away momentarily, chuckling at his uncharacteristic honesty. He whines at the sudden loss of your touch.

“Oh but I already do.” You smile, pressing your lips against the side of his stomach. “I love you, and only you.”

He doesn’t respond, simply staring down at you with pink cheeks and furrowed brows.

He never says ‘I love you' back.

But you already knew how he was. He was never used to the straightforward affection and loving words directed at him, but that never bothered you. Being with him entailed having the ability to read between the lines—it entailed being able to appreciate the little crevices and permanent folds that marred his shirt and was never able to learn how to iron. You appreciated the marks left behind by the past and the past that brought about this present—this gift—him, and only him.

And that was alright with you.

You loved him. You had the ability to build him up, make him crumble, and build him up again.

From dust to dust.

But mere dusts of cement clumped together could form a stable foundation, the same way a cluster of atoms can make up a single cell, and how multiple similar cells can form tissue.

You loved him from dust to dust.

You lick a stripe up from the base of your palm up to your fingers, keeping your eyes trained on his and his to yours and what you were doing, before encircling your fingers around the length of his cock, pumping him up and down slowly. He jolts and heaves out a breathy moan each time your hand squeezes at the right areas, up towards his shiny pink tip leaking with his fluids and down once again. Your other hand plays with his balls and you grin at the way he throws his head back, eyes rolling up.

“You must be so tired, mein schatz, but it’s okay, you can come to me. I will always be here to make you feel better.” You mewl, smiling up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“A-Ah, fuck, don’t speak like that to me, I-I’m gonna cum—” He bucks his hips helplessly, whining.

“But why?” You giggle, tilting your head innocently, “Can’t I speak like that to the person I love?”

“S-Stop, haah—” He brings his hands up to cover half of his red face, blue eyes glaring down at yours, but you don’t falter.

“My poor baby,” You pout, pumping your hand against his cock upwards and brushing your thumb against his tip. You hear him choke a little. “You’re so beautiful and you work so hard! I’m so proud of you, hm?”

“H-Haah— I-I’m gonna, gonna cum!”

"Give it to me, my love."

His hips buck against your hand a few more times before he’s shooting spurts of his cum onto your face. He moans, eyes squeezing shut.

You shut your eyes, feeling the liquid spill all over your face for a few seconds.

After a while, you open your eyes to him breathing in and out deeply, his body laying limply on the bed with sweat thinly coating every inch of his skin.

You chuckle, wiping the cum off your face and bringing your hand up to taste it.

He raises his brow as you do so and scowls. “Don’t— don’t do that. That’s dirty.”

“And I happen to be a dirty person. I don't mind." You grin, licking your hand.

He’s silent for a while before he speaks up.

“But is it true?”

“What?” You question curiously, laying right beside him flat on your back. You turn your head to look into his eyes levelly.

“That you,” He purses his lips, voice growing more silent. “Love me?”

You smile, genuinely this time.

“Of course.”

From dust to dust.

[matcha3mochi]

rin itoshi x fem! reader // enemies to lovers

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Itoshi Rin was insufferable. Or at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Every interaction with him felt like a battleground, a constant exchange of snarky remarks and jabs that left you seething in frustration. It didn’t help that Rin was the type to act like he was better than everyone else, especially you.

What was worse was how often you found yourself in his presence. Being one of the team managers for Blue Lock meant you were stuck with him during practices, and because of his talent, Rin was always around—brooding, quiet, and of course, ready to pounce on you with some teasing comment.

The worst part? You had no idea what you ever did to deserve his animosity.

Every time you tried to be civil, it ended in some form of bickering. You couldn’t get through a single conversation without him criticizing something, whether it was how you organized the equipment or how you helped the other players. It felt personal, like he had a vendetta against you specifically. It was enough to make you think Rin hated you.

Today was no different. You were standing on the field during practice, jotting down some notes for the coach when you heard that familiar voice behind you.

“Your handwriting is still terrible,” Rin commented, his voice cool and indifferent as he passed by with a soccer ball under his arm.

You glared at him, resisting the urge to snap back immediately. “It’s legible enough. Maybe you just have poor reading comprehension.”

He didn’t even glance back, just waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You clenched your jaw, fuming as you watched him jog off to rejoin the team. Every single time. It was as if he made it his life’s mission to get under your skin. But no matter how many snarky comments he threw your way, there was something infuriatingly captivating about him. His intense focus during practice, the way he seemed to carry the weight of every play—he was talented, that much was undeniable. And sometimes, on the rare occasion when his icy demeanor cracked just a little, you caught glimpses of something more behind those sharp blue eyes.

But then he'd go and ruin it with another sarcastic jab, and whatever fleeting warmth you thought you saw vanished just as quickly.

“Hey,” one of the players, Bachira, came jogging up to you with his usual playful grin. “You and Rin are at it again, huh? You two fight like an old married couple.”

You gave him a withering look. “He’s the one who starts it. I swear, he has it out for me.”

Bachira chuckled, shrugging. “Maybe he just likes you?”

You scoffed at that. “Yeah, right. He hates me.”

Bachira only laughed again before running back to practice, leaving you with that unsettling thought. Like you? That seemed impossible. If Rin liked you, he had a really weird way of showing it.

The real trouble started later that day.

After practice, the weather began to turn. Dark clouds rolled in fast, and before long, rain started pouring down in sheets. You had stayed behind to clean up the equipment—something that normally didn’t bother you, but the sudden downpour made it a miserable task. The other players had already cleared out, and you were alone on the field, rushing to gather the scattered soccer balls.

Just as you were about to finish, your foot slipped on the wet grass, sending you tumbling to the ground. Pain shot up your ankle as you hit the ground with a yelp, clutching your leg.

The ground came up fast, and you hit it hard, pain exploding in your ankle. "Ow, ow, ow," you hissed, clutching your ankle, which was already starting to throb with a fiery intensity.

You tried to stand, hoping it was just a minor tweak, but as soon as you put weight on it, the pain flared up, making you collapse back down with a frustrated groan. Great. You were stuck in the middle of the field, rain starting to drizzle down on you, and your ankle felt like it was on fire.

You fumbled for your phone, realizing it had been knocked from your pocket in the fall. Your fingers were shaking, a mix of pain and panic starting to creep in. As the rain started to fall harder, soaking through your clothes, you gritted your teeth, frustrated beyond belief.

Just then, a shadow appeared above you.

“Idiot,” a familiar voice cut through the sound of the rain.

You looked up and saw Rin, standing there with that typical scowl of his. He must have stayed behind after practice for his usual solo training. For a second, your pride flared up, and you almost waved him away. But the pain in your ankle made you swallow your stubbornness.

“I’m fine,” you muttered through gritted teeth, trying to play it off as no big deal. “I just twisted my ankle.”

Rin crouched down beside you, his sharp blue eyes narrowing at the sight of your injury. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, clearly not buying your bravado. “You can’t even stand up.���

You opened your mouth to protest, but the truth was undeniable. You couldn’t stand. The rain was starting to pour down harder now, soaking through your clothes and hair. The cold only made your ankle hurt worse.

Without another word, Rin reached out, slipping an arm around your back and under your knees. Before you could even register what was happening, he lifted you off the ground in one swift motion, holding you securely against his chest.

“What—Rin, I can walk!” you protested, your voice coming out much weaker than you intended. His arms were surprisingly steady, and despite the rain pouring down on both of you, his warmth was undeniable.

“Yeah, clearly,” he muttered, his tone flat but not cruel. He adjusted you in his arms, careful not to jostle your ankle too much as he began walking toward the locker room.

The rain pelted down, soaking both of you, but Rin didn’t seem to mind. His jaw was set in that usual determined way, as if he were simply running drills on the field and not carrying you through a storm.

“Why are you… doing this?” you asked, feeling a strange mix of emotions—embarrassment, confusion, and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Because you’re an idiot,” he replied curtly, though there wasn’t as much bite to his words as usual. “You should’ve asked for help instead of being stubborn.”

You huffed, looking away to hide your embarrassment. The last thing you wanted was to be seen as weak in front of Rin, of all people. But the way he carried you, carefully avoiding any sudden movements that might hurt your ankle further, left you at a loss for words.

By the time he got you inside the locker room, you were shivering from the cold rain, but the pain in your ankle had numbed slightly. Rin set you down on one of the benches with surprising gentleness, his brows furrowed as he examined your swollen ankle.

“Stay here,” he ordered before walking off to get a first aid kit.

You sat there, your ankle pulsing with pain as you tried to process what had just happened. Rin—it was always Rin. The one who constantly teased and tormented you, yet here he was, carrying you through a storm and tending to your injury like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He returned a moment later, kneeling in front of you as he began wrapping your ankle with a firm, practiced hand. You watched him in silence, still bewildered by the strange tenderness in his actions.

The storm raged outside, the downpour relentless as it drenched the field and soaked you to the bone. The pain in your ankle had been dulling since Rin had carried you inside, but your thoughts were still spinning from the sheer absurdity of the situation. The guy who couldn’t go two minutes without making a sarcastic remark was now crouched in front of you, focused on bandaging your injury.

You couldn’t help but steal a glance at him—his brows furrowed in concentration, lips pressed into a firm line. It was almost unsettling how quiet he was. No teasing, no biting remarks. Just silence.

The locker room lights flickered slightly, adding to the odd tension between you two. You leaned back on the bench, the icy sting of the rain fading from your body, though the memory of Rin’s warmth as he carried you was still fresh.

"You're gonna need to stay off this for a while," Rin said, finally breaking the silence as he secured the bandage around your ankle. His voice was low, almost gruff, but not unkind. He tied off the bandage with a swift motion, straightening up to look at his handiwork. “At least a week. You’re lucky it’s just a sprain.”

You swallowed, nodding. “I’ll manage.”

“Sure you will,” Rin muttered, standing up and grabbing the first aid kit. “Knowing you, you’ll be running around like an idiot by tomorrow.”

A snappy retort was on the tip of your tongue, but you bit it back, suddenly tired. The pain in your ankle wasn’t too bad now that it was properly wrapped, but your pride still smarted. Of all people to help me, it had to be Rin, you thought, glancing out the window as the rain finally started to ease up.

The sound of it softened, turning into a gentle patter against the windows.

Rin noticed it too. He stood by the door, staring outside for a moment before shifting his gaze back to you. His usual cold expression was back, but there was something different about it now—like the sharp edges had softened, even if just a little.

“Looks like it’s stopped,” he said quietly, as if the rain had taken with it the tension that had been hanging between you two. “You need to head home.”

You frowned, testing your ankle by gingerly placing it on the ground. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” The words came out shakier than you intended, and when you tried to stand, the sharp pain shot back through your leg, making you wince.

Rin was beside you in an instant, his hands grabbing your arm before you could collapse again. “You’re not walking on that.”

You blinked, thrown off by how quickly he’d reacted. He was scowling, but the concern was unmistakable. You’d never seen him like this before—not with you, anyway.

“I can handle it,” you insisted, though the throbbing in your ankle told a different story.

Rin narrowed his eyes, his grip on your arm tightening slightly. “Stop being stubborn. I’m walking you home.”

You stared at him, taken aback by the sudden firmness in his voice. He was serious.

“I’m not a baby, Rin. I can—”

“I said I’m walking you home,” he cut you off, his tone leaving no room for argument. His eyes met yours, unyielding and intense. You wanted to argue, to insist that you could take care of yourself, but something in the way he looked at you—determined, almost protective—made the words die in your throat.

Before you could protest further, Rin moved beside you, his arm slipping around your waist to support you. He adjusted his hold carefully, making sure you could lean on him without putting pressure on your injured ankle.

You couldn’t help the heat that crept up your neck at how close he was, his body warm against yours despite the cold air that still lingered from the storm.

“Come on,” he muttered, his voice a little softer now. “Let’s get you home.”

The walk was quiet at first, neither of you quite knowing what to say. The tension between you hung in the air, thick and heavy. Rin’s usual teasing demeanor was gone, replaced by a focused silence as he matched your pace, adjusting whenever you needed.

After a few minutes, you decided to break the silence. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know,” he replied curtly, his gaze fixed ahead. “But you’d make it worse if I didn’t.”

You sighed, biting back a sarcastic remark. It was easier to just let him be like this than to argue. The quiet stretched out again, but this time, it felt less awkward. There was something strangely comfortable about walking with him, even in silence.

As you neared your house, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the street. You glanced up at Rin, noticing how the golden light softened his usually sharp features. For the first time, you saw a different side of him—less cold, less distant.

When you finally reached your door, you stopped, turning to face him. “Thanks… for this.”

Rin’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite place. He nodded, his hand still resting lightly on your waist. “Just… be careful next time.”

You smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “Careful? Coming from you?”

He let out a small scoff, rolling his eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, well… so are you.”

For a split second, Rin’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile before he turned away. Without another word, he started walking back, his figure disappearing into the evening light.

You watched him go, your heart racing slightly. Despite all his coldness, Rin had shown a glimpse of something deeper—something that left you wondering if there was more to him than you had ever realized.

As you limped inside, you couldn’t help but smile.

[venusxstars]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇! ⸻ nsfw.

itoshi sae × fem!reader

keynotes ⸻ dom itoshi sae. slight mention of penetration. clit stimulation. nipple play. praise. dirty talking. thigh humping. wherein you have a hard time cumming from finger to clit stimulation and penetration, so sae let's you do what you think feels best for you.

venus' note ⸻ just wanted to put this here since everyone's bodies don't work and feel the same. what may be pleasurable for others may not be for you, and that's normal. ( also, sae's thighs are so thick & hot i wanna smother my face— )

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK—" Sae breathy groans brushes against the side of your ear as his cock pounds into you desperately. "So fucking tight around my cock, shiiit—"

You moan softly in response, his obscene words shooting directly through your pussy, but nothing too good enough to pull you closer to the edge. You feel as if you're simply standing at the edge of a cliff, but never actually falling into a sort of mind-blanking orgasm that you hear your friends and other people in the internet talk about.

Your brows furrow, gripping his shoulders tighter with your nails digging against his skin. You buck your hips upward in need and this causes your boyfriend to pound into you harder.

"I'm gonna fucking cum, baby— fuck! cum for me please, cum with me—" He licks his middle and index finger and brings it to your clit, rubbing fast circles. "Come on, baby— you can do it—"

You clench your pussy purposely tighter, bucking your hips more as you feel his cock twitch inside you. You bite your lip, tearing up a little as he pulls out to shoot spurts of cum all over your stomach, squeezing and pumping his dick to ride out his own orgasm.

You lay down on the bed, frustrated and frowning. Why is it that nothing seems to work? You've gone and went to different websites, obtaining knowledge on your own anatomy and learning about other people's sex experiences to guide you, but nothing seems to work in bed with your boyfriend. You clench the sheets tighter, frowning further.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Your words tumble out of your mouth before you could think about it further.

You jolt when a hand lightly chops your forehead. You turn your gaze up to see your boyfriend staring blankly at you, now calming down from his high but still breathing heavily.

"There's nothing wrong with you, stupid." He shakes his head.

"T-Then, why didn't I—" You halt, scratching your head in irritation.

"Hey, hey, relax." He catches your hand and gently places it down on the bed. "Everyone's bodies are different."

"I know, it's just..." You sigh. "It still doesn't change the fact that I'm pretty boring in bed."

He lightly sends a chop on your head again you pout. "You're not boring in bed." A light shade of red spreads across the apples of his cheeks as he mutters under his breath. "You're the only person who's ever made me feel this way. Now..."

You gasp when he pulls you to sit up, running his palms against the side of your neck as he gazes at you intensely with his greenish-cerulean eyes. He tilts your head up with a thumb to your chin, and soon, he's pulling you in for a soft kiss. You move closer, clenching your thighs together tightly as the earlier frustration blooms into your body once more.

He pulls away a few minutes later, a string of saliva stretching between your previously connected lips. His lips then lands onto your neck, licking and nipping at the skin lightly, causing you to moan.

"Let's find out what makes you feel good" He rasps out and bites the shell of your ear.

Your fingers dig onto his back and pull him closer. You gasp once more when his hands that were once holding the back of your neck and your waist moves up to grasp your breasts suddenly. His hands hovering ever so slightly against your puffy nipples, poke against the center of his palms before he's grasping your breasts completely. His hands are rough against your skin, kneading the flesh and pinching the little swollen buds.

Your lips part as a moan erupts from your throat.

"How do you touch yourself, baby? How do you make yourself cum? Come on, tell me" He breathes out against your ear roughly, still kneading your tits.

"A-Ah—" All that you could seem to respond with are soft noises and unintelligible words.

He halts and pinches your nipples a little harder all of a sudden, causing you to gasp. "Come on, baby, tell me. Do you shove your fingers up into your cute cunt?"

You shook your head shakily as he continues to pinch your nipples.

"Then what?" He licks the side of your neck before biting and sucking onto the skin. "Can't help you if you won't tell me"

He pulls you to sit on his lap and grabs your ass as he continues to place kisses on your neck and collarbone. You buck your hips a little against his and he pulls back slightly with a groan. His eyes are half-lidded as he smirks. "Bet you like to hump my pillow whenever I'm away."

Your hips move as you paw at his shoulders, trying to gain more friction.

"Oh? So I'm right?" He chuckles, adjusting your position so your straddling his left thigh. He clenches his muscle and push you down with hands on your ass. He feels a slight pulse coming from your pussy and he smirks. "I'm right, hm? Come on. Use me then, baby. Bet I feel a thousand times better than just my fucking pillow."

You whine, bucking your hips against his muscled thighs and placing your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. Fuck, he was so right. Not just in the aspect of humping his pillow while he was away, but also the fact that he feels a thousand times better. You twitch, moving your hips desperately, wetting his thigh with your arousal.

"Fuck, she's drooling for me, baby" He grunts against your ears, getting you even more riled up. He dips his head down and catches one of your nipples between his teeth before he's sucking and biting on it.

"H-Haah, S-Sae!"

He hums against your breast, eyes pinned to your face to watch your expressions contort to one of pleasure. "Hm? Yes, baby? Talk to me."

You only respond with a moan, throwing your head back and pushing your chest against him more. You buck your hips desperately, and when he notices that you were losing your rhythm, he guides your hips with his hands on your waist. He pulls you down against his thigh further, your cunt brushing against his skin more.

"A-Ah!"

"Good?" He chuckles breathlessly, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He brushes his hair back quickly before continuing to guide your hips. "Look at you... so pretty humping my thigh like a bunny in heat. You like that hm?"

You bite your lip hard, sliding your cunt back and forth against his thigh with a slight bounce, and with each time your clit slaps lightly against his skin, a shock of pleasure runs through your belly. The pleasure multiplies as his mouth comes in contact with your neck again as one of his hands play with your breast and while the other grips your hips tightly.

"I-I'm gonna—"

"Gonna cum?" He rasps, lips more desperate against your neck. "Come on, baby, cum for me. You can do it, fucking cum. Yeah, just like that..."

You twitch before your pussy stutters as your orgasm washes over you like a strong tidal wave, rushing all over your body. You shake a little, riding your orgasm with slow bucks of your hips before you eventually calm down and fall onto the bed. Your chest rise and fall deeply as you lay down in exhaustion.

You make eye contact with your boyfriend and he sends you a wink with his expressionless face. "Knew you could do it."

You throw a pillow onto his face.

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part one

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 1.5k (1552)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part two!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

You put on your jacket, take your shoes and carefully put them on, putting on the shiny black high heels again. Lazily you turn towards the boy, who is walking around the room putting back on the shirt that fell to the floor last night. You look out the large wall window: February, with its freezing cold, has brought a lot of snow to your Milan this year; in years and years here, as a now inhabitant, you have rarely seen snow. Evidently your breakup must have provoked such a reaction that even the impossible could happen

You return to reality, getting out of bed while giving yourself a quick tidy up in front of the mirror. The reflection is that of someone you don't recognize: your usually alive face is now dead due to the small but noticeable dark circles under your eyes, the hair that you usually leave loose is gathered in a high bun that only makes you fall a few lock in front of face, pale neck now has a hickey clearly visible on the right side. You've changed in so few hours that you struggle to recognize the world famous model that you are

But you're not angry with yourself. Usually you would hate to see yourself in these situations, but for now you allow yourself to be like this. They have been difficult days, especially the last few. For once in your career, you can allow yourself to look like absolute crap and don't feel guilty

"Are you ready? We can go?" the boy says, his hand holding your suitcase. You nod, grabbing your bag from the bed and keeping your gaze down as much as possible as you leave the room

The journey between the room and the hotel hall is quite quick: you arrive at the reception, where Kaiser quickly thanks an employee before exiting the hotel. You look down, not daring to look up to even say hello to the person who has served you for the past week. It's very rude and you wouldn't usually do it, but you're not in the moment to worry to much about BonTon. You sigh, clutching the warm material of the jacket

The cold wind hits your face, causing you to let out a soft "mh!" due to the sudden feeling of cold. In the distance you can already hear the voice of some journalist, perched under the hotel for who knows how long, while the first shots coming from the cameras are heard. Kaiser sighs as do you, trying to hide as much as possible behind his back. You tell yourself you have to mentally thank him later, but the only thing you can do at the moment is just hide

Hide. Hide from cameras, from journalists, from all your friends or relatives. Hide, because that's all you've done for the last week. Hide, because facing the weight of the situation is too much even for a strong girl like you

Hide yes, but not from Micheal, not him

With this view, you can see Kaiser's dangling hand, the one that isn't holding your suitcase. The red fingertips due to the cold stand out on his pale skin, making the redness look like many small burns. A shiver from the cold makes you purse your lips, but this gesture is also a way to stop you from screaming. You feel humiliated, but that's okay. It was all planned and you knew full well what the consequences would be

And here again is the feeling of falling into the void. Just you falling and falling and falling. You fall into the barrel of insults you received from your ex in the last years of the relationship

No one is here to help you, to hold your hand and tell you that you won't fall to the bottom. Nobody

And so, Kaiser's hand looks so inviting. You do it almost unconsciously, but you grab his hand, squeezing like you've never done in all these years of knowing each other. You would expected even a second of his surprise, but the hold is immediately returned. Maybe someone is actually telling you that you won't fall to the bottom

You arrive at the taxi still hand in hand. The taxi driver comes out and takes your suitcase, placing it in the luggage while he exchanges a few words with Kaiser. You feel nothing, the only thing that keeps you anchored to reality, and doesn't make you get lost in your thoughts, is his hand pressed against yours in a reassuring way

“You need to get in” Kaiser says, and you look up a little only to nod again as you let him open the car door for you. You settle into the back seats, while your hands come away. You feel discomfort in the detachment, but this is not the time to say it because it would be weird

You look at each other. You look at him. He looks at you. In the silence, the memories of the previous night seem to be too loud for someone like you who has always shared everything

"Be careful. Text me when you're home, or for anything anyway" he says with tight lips, placing his hand on the car door. You're still silent

You don't want him to return to Germany, you don't want the closeness that has united you in the last few hours to be broken due to a plane flight. You want to beg him to stay, to get in the car with you, to simply hold your hand one more time. But you know you can't, because it's your life that's falling apart, not his

“Thank you Mihya” you just say, and you hear the car door close before you even finish the sentence. You wonder if he heard you, but the new noise becomes that of the taxi driving towards your house. You sigh, resting your head against the window while you think

Your body still burns under the touch of his hands, the way he managed to love you in just one night and your ex couldn't in 3 years of relationship. You think back to the kisses, the caresses, the way your body finally seemed alive

You just think again to the way Michael managed to make you feel loved when you deserved anything but love. You had finally broken up with Gabriel just a few hours earlier when you found yourself under Kaiser, sweaty but happy

Did you feel like a whore for having sex so soon after the breakup? Yes, terribly. But you would have handled this other kind of shame at another time, not now and so unstable

Gabriel had been everything you could say about a toxic boyfriend: he had cheated on you with more than a few women, he had forced you to walk in fashion shows in clothes that you found uncomfortable, he simply made you a stupid and useless puppet. You could have run away sooner, but what would you have done with your career? The thing you also hated was your success, which was thanks to him. He was and still is the CEO of the modeling agency you worked for

But one weeks ago the impossible had happened, the straw that broke the camel's back: you had found Gabriel selling photos of you online. Not strange photos, but photos of your everyday life that simply made you eliminate the last crumb of trust you had in him. And so, after a violent argument that lasted hours, you took refuge in a hotel in Milan very far from the area where you lived. You had fired yourself from his agency and the world was experiencing your scandal with some interest. Those few times you had turned on the phone you had only read articles that talked about you, about how you were the one who cheated on Gabriel, about how you were actually running away to hide a pregnancy with another man. Obviously he had spoken before you, telling a version exclusively against you

The taxi stops due to traffic in front of the Duomo, making you lower your gaze even more so as not to be noticed by passers outside the car

You've known Kaiser for about ten years now. When your brother had been hired as coach of Bastard Munchen, you and your family had moved with him to Berlin. You were 16 when you first met Micheal, as he yelled at you to get out of the men's changing rooms that you had naively mistaken for bathrooms. Micheal was a chip, a prodigy among many mediocre ones. It was undoubtedly your brother's favorite

By often visiting the Bastard Munchen facility to be with your brother, you had learned to know the boy who was so stubborn and wanted to aim for the impossible. It hadn't been easy, but over time you became sort of friends. You talked during training breaks, and the first insults towards each other had gradually turned into simple chats. When your brother was moved as a coach for a team in Hamburg, your family and you moved with him again to be closer. You were 19 years old when you hugged Kaiser for the first time, you were about to catch the plane and he, followed by Ness, showed up to greet his former coach but above all you. You look back on that moment as the moment you realized he was your best friend

During your stay in Hamburg, you often went to Berlin to watch his matches and he often came to Hamburg simply to be with you. Even though you were far away, you remained in touch. When your brother was hired as a coach for a sports club in Denmark two years later, you didn't follow him. At 21 you said goodbye to your family and returned to Berlin, living with Kaiser for years, the years that you currently consider the happiest of your life: he trained for his matches and you tried your luck by getting hired in some fashion agency

That's how you met Gabriel. You had received an audition for his agency, one of the most important in the world, and you had passed it with great amazement. You were immediately placed in the categories of the most capable and beautiful models and, consequently, you ended up in Gabriel's good graces. In less than a year you had found yourself dating the CEO of your agency and with a shared house in Milan, in Italy

Even though you no longer lived at home together, the relationship between you and Kaiser had never changed. The only time you had argued was because of your transfer, but it was resolved quite quickly. Your parents knew nothing about what you were experiencing with Gabriel, the only one who knew everything was Micheal, who had felt every tear you shed for the man he swore to kill. He remained your best friend. The first to know about the breakup was him, who as soon as he found out, he took the first plane to come to you. He had consoled you, hugged you, made you feel loved in a way you couldn't describe after years of complete nothingness. And so, the caresses had made you so lost that you found yourself under him while you begged him

You didn't know if sex had ruined your friendship. Maybe yes, probably. You didn't even know why Kaiser had continued to kiss you, continuing the sexual intercourse, but you didn't want to explain it to yourself at the moment. The kisses you had given each other, in your eyes, seemed real; not given in the heat of the moment, but given out of love, out of need, out of the feeling of wanting one's lips on top of the other's. This was what you couldn't explain but what you needed an answer

Your phone vibrates, two chats send messages at the same time. You look at the screen

mihya ♡

— did you get home? — 11:07

— I'm at the airport — 11:07

— Whatever you do, you know where to look for me. I care about you, don't be stupid and look for me when you need me — 11:09

gabriel

— We could have talked normally, but no, this time too you decided you wanted to create drama — 11:07

— You still have time to give me the keys to the house. I don't even want to know when you had time to change the lock but that's my house too. Consider yourself lucky that I have another house, otherwise you would have found me at our home — 11:09

— You created a scandal but this time too your Gabriel will solve everything like always, don't worry mio amore. Give yourself a few more days off — 11:12

[snaillock]

“oh don’t be so dramatic. it was just one simple workout.”

another exaggerated pained groan.

“tsk, come on don’t be like that. i didn’t think it would be this hard on your body,” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice as he gently massaged his fingers into one of your thighs.

and now an over-exaggerated grumble.

“don’t be so mad at me now, big boy. i didn’t tell you to go so hard on the weights.”

the nickname made you finally lift your head off the bed to glare at chigiri as he attempted to soothe your aching muscles. “don’t mock me…”

what was supposed to be a cute couple’s workout where you tried out chigiri’s leg day routine ended with you limping to the car and unable to get out of bed the next day.

chigiri couldn’t help but laugh at this predicament as he continued rubbing your strong legs that were actually quite awful at cardio which he figured out yesterday. “well it’s not my fault you train aesthetics over endurance, you muscle head.”

“ok well i’m basically paralyzed right now and now you have to take care of me so who’s laughing now. ha!”

“well at least i know i have to pressure you into using the treadmills more. i can’t have my boyfriend losing breath walking up the stairs.”

you scoffed and laid back down into the mattress with your eyes squeezed shut to avoid looking at the enemy. “hmph… well i’m so so sorry if i’m tainting the red panther’s reputation with my oh so low athletic skills.”

chigiri chuckled, “oh come on. it’s not like you embarrass me.” he leaned down to peck your lips, making you open your eyes. “you could never do that even if you can barely make it up a couple flights of stairs without losing your breath.”

you then sighed and rolled your eyes, “well i guess that’s good to hear.”

“aww, i’m guessing that means you forgive me?” chigiri teased while cuddling up next to you.

you looked at him and of course resist the look in his eyes. “alright fine,” you groaned, “i’ll let this all slide.”

“that’s great,” chigiri smiled, laying close to you.

“but i’m still gonna make you do leg days with me starting tomorrow.”

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guys! say hiiiii to this 1 year+ old draft i decided to use as a comeback!

[pppeachyyys]

the hassle i love

itoshi rin doesn't want you to go for anyone else but him.

badboy! itoshi rin, mention of blood / violence, comfort, confessions (?), gn reader

itoshi rin was not one to be a rowdy teenage boy.

at least that’s what everyone in his school thought. ‘he was the complete opposite of those kind of people’, they claimed. he was a quiet and gentle student, the kind that girls would swoon over for being so mysterious.

but deep behind that facade, you would know what he truly was like. itoshi rin was indeed a rowdy teenage boy that loved soccer and horror more than anything else. he got into fights every other day and won every single encounter he’s gotten into. he has a sour mouth, spitting words that only those with a cold heart could say. 

itoshi rin was the complete opposite of a quiet and gentle student. 

yet somehow, the way he would be careful with his words around you was different compared to the insults he threw at his blue lock teammates. he would always look out for you (claiming it was just for his own good) and almost look at you differently. 

“that burns.” rin hissed the moment the antibacterial wipe made contact with his wounded skin, once porcelain and clean. you rolled your eyes in response. 

“it’s your fault for doing this to yourself. why’d you even get into a fight this time ?” you complain. he averts eye contact, rather placing his gaze on the stack of bandages and gauzes. 

sweat is still remnant on his forehead, black hair frizzled and messier than normal. his lashes bat up and down, giving you a glimpse of his jewel-green irises. 

he mumbles something to himself that you cannot discern. choosing to ignore him, you secretly rip open a hello kitty plaster while he’s looking away and lean closer to his face, aiming at the cut under his turquoise eyes. your whole body is shifted from your chair to his, legs grazing against each other and arms touching.

that’s when rin comes to realize that you were awfully close to him this time. your hands cold against his warm cheeks, eyes concentrated on his cut. he quickly decides to himself that now would be perfect to tell you with no warning. 

“it’s cause some dude was talking about you.”

you stop for a moment which signals for him to continue talking. “he was talking about how he was gonna try and get your number from a friend…” his eyes slowly move from the table to your own e/c eyes. “... and he just kept on going on and on, saying you were probably easy and all that bullshit. so of course i had to tell him otherwise.”

he huffs. “i hate when guys assume that stuff about you. it’s like they think they can just take you like that. makes me annoyed.” 

had to tell him otherwise. makes me annoyed.

rins words go through your brain and you blink. once, twice. you’re quick to slap the bandage onto his face with a flustered look, clearly catching him off guard. now it’s his turn to blick once. twice. 

“what is that even supposed to mean ?! also, as much as i appreciate you looking out for me, i would rather you not get into fights every other day.” you scold him and the spot you hit him in becomes a bit red. 

“i can’t help it. lukewarm guys like him don’t deserve anything. plus they don’t even go to our school so it’s more of a reason to beat him up.” you roll your eyes at his words and stay quiet. 

he places a hand on the plaster, running a finger over the material. “am i a lukewarm guy, y/n ?” rin asks quietly, almost like he is scared to ask you such a question.

you aren’t sure how to react. he looks more fragile than normal. the way you had such a hold onto him, making him so weak at the sight of just you. turquoise eyes are laced with yearning. “you’re anything but a lukewarm guy rin.” you say. 

“do you prefer guys like him then ?” 

his words are cautious. you look straight back at him. it’s the first time you’ve seen him so vulnerable and you can’t help but yearn for it more. 

you’re quick to nervously place your hand against his cheek and he leans towards it in an instant, sighing. “nope. i prefer guys like you actually.” 

there’s a sudden flash inside rins eyes. “actually it’s more like i just prefer you, even if cleaning you up is a hassle sometimes. you’re my favorite, rin.” you say with a smile, praying he wouldn’t shake you off or ignore you after hearing your words. 

“your heartbeat.” 

“huh ?”

suddenly rin presses his lips against the pulse of your wrist. without another word, he kisses the spot with such gentleness, catching you off guard. 

“your heartbeat is just like mine right now.” he then takes your hand and places it to his chest. you can feel the quickening of his heart, rapidly beating against the warmth of his body. his whole face is flushed cutely. 

you attempt to not stammer over your words but the way he looks up to you was too hard to resist. his ears were burning red and you swore that your pulse was synced with his from how fast it was beating. you whisper. “rin…”.

“there’s a reason why i can’t stand when other people want you. i want you to only treat me like this. so don’t go to other guys, y/n.” 

he wraps his arms around your waist, the grip strong as though it refused to let you go. the whole room smells like rin (or was it because you were so close to him?) and your head is spinning with what you were supposed to say. 

“well… it’s not like i’ll ever treat anyone else like this. you yourself is too much of a hassle anyway.” you reply. slowly, a smile grows on your face.

“but you’re my hassle to deal with.” 

sure, itoshi rin could be considered a bad boy. but he would always be the best for you.

[kaq3yma]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐃 ft nagi seishiro

syn: just me and my boyfriend's text

⸻ contains: swearing and that's it.

qeena's brief note: my first trying (realistic?) smau (っ- ‸ - ς) it's super bad but i still wanted to post this bcz i spent approx an hour of my time doing the texts and ik its short and stuff but please, don't judge or criticise me TwT 😌 i accept comments on my improvements, i really do so i would appreciate it if you guys leave a comment or two, thats all, thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🩷💚

i love my baby seishi so mushhhh 😫😫😫🩷🩷💚💚

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open. all rights reserved goes to @kaq3yma on tumblr.

[saffyspirals]

— lovesick.

[in which you miss your boyfriend terribly. and kaiser misses you more.]

❥ fandom: blue lock

❥ pairing: m. kaiser x reader

❥ warning(s): lovesick kaiser missing his girlfriend may come across as ooc?

❥ notes: first blue lock post! i love can tolerate this man, so i thought i’d write a little something for him :)

imagine a lovesick kaiser.

it’s your first serious fight, but the event is all a big jumbled up mess in his mind. all he knows for sure is that it’s been a week since you’ve started giving him the cold shoulder. seven whole days since you’d cruelly sentenced him to sleep in his own apartment instead of yours. it’s difficult for him to sleep on his own, especially after growing accustomed to sharing a bed with you.

from this experience, kaiser’s learned that if there’s anything he despises (other than those OG blue lock clowns who think they can beat him), it’s fighting with you. he’s sick of it, but doesn’t know how to reach out. rejection is a new feeling for him. how exactly do ordinary people deal with it?

no touching, no talking, no holding, no kissing. it’s worse than being benched (…not that he knows what that feels like. prodigies like kaiser can only imagine).

kaiser receives a call after being away from you for eight nights. he’d been teetering between reality and dreamland when his phone had started to ring. his eyes, heavy with sleep, don’t bother to look at who’s calling. he swipes to answer after the ringtone loops twice.

“…hello?”

“kaiser?”

you sound almost as exhausted as he feels. kaiser shuffles until he’s sitting up.

“i um…didn’t expect you to answer, actually.”

“you’re happy i did though, right?”

“yeah.”

his heart tightens with anticipation once things grow quiet on your end. he knows how you work. you think, process, and then make your move.

“come home. i miss you.”

kaiser shuffles some more. this time, he’s getting out of bed, and shrugging on a jacket over his shirt. he puts you on speaker as he puts on some shoes.

“i’m on my way.”

he wonders if he should pick a little something up for you on the way.

“don’t bring anything. i just need you.” you’re his little mind reader. kaiser chuckles.

“i’ve got it, darling. just hold on.”

you make him promise to stay on the line, as he makes the journey over (but it’s not as if he’d hang up now after finally getting to hear you address him after so long).

he can’t help himself, though, from stopping by the corner shop to purchase your favourite drink. you curse him now (“you’re taking too long!”), but he knows you’ll appreciate it a little later on in the day, once you’ve had a good night’s sleep and talked things out.

kaiser knows you.

later, when he enters your apartment through the unlocked door, it’s like an instant cure for his (love) sickness. he’s home, and he feels it with his entire being.

[rinzsu]

#4:23 pm

cw: chigiri hyoma, fluff, gender neutral, established relationship, wc 300+

“would you mind repeating yourself?” hyoma asks, turning to you with surprise written in his pearly orbs.

“i asked how your day was?” you repeat.

“no, no that's not what you said.” he raises an eyebrow, confusion still evident in his voice.

“i did though? are you sure you’re not just imagining things? you must be tired.” you seem to be pleased by this outcome, your little amused smile and the counterfeit innocence lacing your words give you away.

hyoma knows you're messing with him, for it’s your favorite pastime, a repetitive cycle he just can’t seem to escape.

“i was sure i heard you say something else..” he trails off, gaze slowly moving back to the gym bag he was about to put on its designated spot.

you're trying your best not to snicker at him, which reveals itself as a quite complex task considering the adorable pinch of his brows and the barely noticeable pout on his lips.

“i have no idea what you're talking about.. ichigo.” you say with a casual shrug of your shoulders.

hyoma shoots you a semi triumphant look, i knew it written all over his face.

he's fully turned to you now, eyes coated over in mild confusion, “tell me. how did you come up with this one?”

“what do you mean?” you chuckle, feigning uncertainty as hyoma could only sigh at your antics.

“you know what i mean. why strawberries?”

“because they taste sweet, just like your kisses do.”, you admit while laughing bashfully.

“huh?”

“i said, because your kisses taste like strawberries. i was eating some earlier this morning and they reminded me of yo-”

“shut up..”, he stops you mid sentence, inching closer within seconds as his palm softly cradles your cheek.

“that’s not nice!”

“quit talking. i’m trying to kiss you.”

“well, i'm trying to talk to you. just wait a minute, you have all the time in the world to kiss me later.”

“you're insufferable.”

“you love that about me tho.”

“right now i’m reconsidering loving you at all.”

“hey!”

©️ rinsque — do not plagiarise nor repost anything on any other platform.

note. this is a repost from my former blog @/iohims

[chateaaa]

☆ Sofia - H. Yo

synopsis: Hiori Yo BF Headcanons

pairing: Hiori Yo x fem! reader

warnings: fluff!

request: hihi!! i saw ur requests were open! id like to request hc or anything with hiori (bllk) that's fluff cuz i never see stuff with him you can ignore this if u want and also have a excellent day :))

❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢'𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❞

- Hiori Yo who would look at you with loving eyes, dreaming one day he would marry you

- Hiori Yo who would take you to all kinds of dates; museum dates, aquarium dates, stargazing dates, you name it!

- Since it's cannon that Hiori likes rainy days, he always expects you to cuddle and play with his hair he can't help it since he is very touch starved

- Hiori Yo who always adored taking photobooth pictures with you, and the digital version of the photobooth would be his wallpaper

- Hiori Yo who would always carry you in any game, he doesn't mind if you steal his kill, as long as you're happy, he would also do some gaming tiktok trends he sees and i feel like he also uses those corny capcut templates 😭 (bye that is so cute and cheesy)

- Hiori Yo who would always do the silly tiktok trends with you, he would also send you atleast 100 random tiktok videos he would expect you to reply to all of them

- Hiori Yo who would show all love languages to you, he can't help it since his parents didnt exacly show care for him, so he shows all love languages for you to know how much he loves you

- Hiori Yo who is very soft spoken when it comes to you, he always gives you assurance and he always prioritizes your happiness <3

- Hiori Yo who would take a long time opening up to you, he would be very shy at the start of the relationship because of the high expectations of his parents, so he began to have self doubts if he even deserves your love

- Hiori Yo who would always stay over to your house because he's sick of his parents, but don't worry your parents love him !!

- Hiori Yo who would only show his vulnerable side to you, because he trusts you so much

a/n: stop im giggling and shii while writing this omg i can't believe someone requested!!! tysm for requesting this i had so much fun writing this! luvlots cheatea ☁️

[ferg0s]

Kunigami with a bookworm reader who he meet by accident but kinda starts to like after a while.

Pre wild card Kunigami cuz he’s bbygrl

Canonically has an older sister, I imagine her being an English major. Someone who got him into comic books In hopes of getting him into literature and that’s how he got his dream of being a hero-esque figure.

You’re her friend. A lil younger than her but the two of you met a book store and became friends after going for the same book, paid half and half and decided to take turns reading it and eventually made a lil book club to talk about said book.

Came back after practice to see you in the living room having tea with his sister, deep in conversation about the book in question.

Initially thought you were cute but out of respect for his sister he kept his distance.

Would say a polite hello and go to his room. Maybe come down to get some food, but even then, let the two of you talk without interruption.

You and his sister began to become closer, mostly due to your love for books. Coming together at their house to talk about the recent books you’ve read, but it slowly just began the two of you hanging out.

Kunigami knew of you; if he saw you at the house, in the living room or kitchen he wouldn’t blink twice. Initially thought you were his sisters classmate. but after talking to you when his sister asked him to walk you to the busstop cuz she didnt want you walk alone, he found out you were his age. you told him how you and his sister met, exchanged some friendly conversation and found out he was on the soccer team.

"yeah im a striker-" he said, looking at the path ahead. “Oh- that’s cool!” You reply. He knew that tone, the one his sister had - where they didn’t know what that meant but they were supportive. “It means I’m the guy who’s in charge of scoring the points-“ he adds. You nod. “I guess that’s very important,” you chuckle, looking at the ground.

Did you find his hot? Yes! Oh my god when he first walked in - you saw the resemblance right away - but the way his sister had described him you thought he was a toddler. I guess all older siblings do that, and they seemed to have a very close relationship. She still saw him as a child despite the fact that he was almost an adult. So when he walked in, holding his gym bag and greeted you, you tried to remain cool.

You weren’t the most social. So it was like fighting a life or death battle when he would come down to the kitchen while you and his sister were baking or making a quick snack. He was polite, always kept the conversation to a minimum before retreating to his room.

You wouldn’t dare let your cooler older friend know that you thought her brother was hot. But you figured that she had figured it out, she was very observant. So when you were getting ready to leave, saying your goodbyes, you froze up when you heard her call Kunigami to walk you to the stop.

You had walked there plenty of times, even later in the night in some cases. But she insisted that it would be safer for you to have someone to walk with. “There’s been an increase of muggings-“ she said. Conveniently leaving out the part that she was talking about the city and not their neighbour hood. Technically she wasn’t wrong?

Despite only talking to him a hand full of times, you felt pretty comfortable around him. He was polite. Asking the small talk questions that didn’t steer into anything awkward. Telling you about his games and such. He was a sweetie, which made your crush on him even more worse.

He was a gentleman. Waiting with you until your bus came, waving you goodbye as it departed. The one off thing soon became a regular occurrence, due to the insistence of his sister. He thought you were cute, but then again, he thought a lot of girls were cute. It was a given for guys his age. But the more he talked to you the more interested and invested he became. He was used to his sister going on tangents about books, passionately talking about every aspect of it - so he figured he’d do the same with you. Given you two had the same interests. It seemed to break you out of your quiet shell.

The walks began to consist of you describing your favourite books and stories to him. He was used to tuning it out and nodding his head. But something about you made him want to listen. “So he turns into a bug? Like a bug bit him? Like Spiderman?” He asked. You came to find out he liked spider man a lot. “No- he just woke up. It’s supposed to be a metaphor…”

But he really couldn’t keep up with the nuances of your literary likes, so he tried a different approach

“Do you like comics? Like marvel and stuff?” “Oh yeah- who doesn’t?”

His eyes lit up. Finally something he could relate too.

“Who’s your favourite super hero?” “Hmm… that’s a hard one.” You say as you look at him. “I like super man to be honest. It’s corny and lame but I like how he’s just this beacon of hope and just… nice? I don’t know how to say it. He could be evil but he just chooses to help people instead of like world domination-“ you explain. He smiled. “You know - i completely agree.”

Super heros became the things you talked about on your walks together. To a point where he genuinely waited for the sound of his sister door opening so he could rush out and get ready to walk with you. You looked forward to it too. He liked how you added a different perspective to it - digging in deep, finding the deeper meaning to each thing you two talked about. He felt a little embarrassed for saying he liked the hero’s cuz of their powers. But you didn’t seem to mind, smiling and telling him “me too,”.

For a while it seemed that the only thing the two of you talked about was that. He was happy - until he realized how rude it must seem. So he tried his best to steer the conversation to something that you might like.

Que him borrowing his sisters copy of the books you mentioned and trying to read them. It was the first time anytime anyone in his family saw him deeply invested in a book since… well… ever.

“So I read that book you talked about-“ he said as the two of you got out the house. “Oh? Which one?” You ask. When he told you the name of your favourite book, your stomach did a flip. “Y-you read that?” You asked uncertain. “Yeah - honestly I liked it.”

Que the whole walk being about said book, you talking with more passion than he had ever seen. To a point where the two of you watched the bus leave infront of you without caring, too engrossed in the conversation. Did you wait for the next bus - a full hour - on the steps of the nearby convenience store while sharing a bag of chips? Yes.

It seemed like the conversation had no end. Books, then his soccer, then back to books, somehow spider man, back to soccer. It was this chemistry that didn’t have an end.

Leading him to trying to slyly ask his sister if there was any bookstore cafes near by - and her happily giving an answer.

She didn’t question when you came over to visit, despite not making plans with her.

She didn’t question why he came up to her asking her if hard covers were better or soft covers.

______

Kunigami is a spider man fan. Thats not my head cannon, thats literally cannon. Argue with a wall.

[starxanemone]

꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ YOUR FLOOR'S BETTER THAN MY BED

reo mikage x gender neutral!reader — oneshot.

humor. implied romance. slight tension (if you squint). more of a character exploration.

you and reo mikage were two sides of the same coin—two people living entirely different lives within the same planes of this globe.

— aka, you're a broke mf, surviving on a scholarship, and you find it fun bothering the rich kid in school.

note. wrote this bc i'm actually so broke right now lmfao. i ain't eating breaky and lunch tomorrow hahaha life is so great as a broke college student! 10/10 would not recommend : )

When you hear the name “Mikage” the only thing that comes to mind is money. Call it a stereotypical mindset, but it doesn’t matter because everyone thinks of the same thing as you anyway. You don’t even bother to alter the way you perceive the name either.

Fuck being unique and all that, but really, who can blame you when you’re lacking in that department. The thing that makes the world go round and makes the eyes of people go green whether with envy or whether they’re on the greener side of the grass. Doesn’t matter. It’s the thing that keeps your life at the edge of being “fine” and falling off a steep, brittle cliff to poverty.

Money.

You wonder what it’s like to have an excess amount of it.

“Yo, Mikage,” You wink, sending him finger guns as you pass by his usual seat in the near-empty library.

The infamous Mikage Reo that always had an accommodating smile on his face catches a glimpse of you, and instantly, his lilac irises dulls.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Why so glum?” You cock your head to the side, taking the seat right beside him, legs spread wide and elbow leaning against the backrest of the seat.

You lack the air of dignity that most students inhale in this place like crack. It fogs their senses all the same anyway, and clouding their ability to judge. They get caught up in the image too much that they forget that pictures aren’t alive nor do they breathe. And maybe that’s why they don’t like you. “They” including Mikage.

“You’re probably here to shamelessly ask for money again. And I’m already saying this: no.” He grumbles, pressing his cheek against his palm, gazing into your eyes flatly.

Welp. It’s not like you put in the effort to be likable anyway. Understandable.

“Aw,” You pretend to pout in disappointment. “Worth a shot.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Hah?” You raise your brow at his question.

“Have you gone deaf? I said, ‘don’t you have anything better to do?’” He repeats, narrowing his eyes at you.

Truthfully, you heard him the first time. It was just funny to see him annoyed. No picture-perfect genius Reo Mikage. No giant nepo-baby Mikage. He’s just an annoyed Reo.

“I always got better things to do.” You shrug before eyeing him with a raised brow, grinning lazily. “Unlike you.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?!” He stands up from his chair.

Surprisingly, he has a very short fuse for someone who can handle everyone's bullshit.

“Hey, hey, kid,” You raise your hand up in surrender, speaking to him as if he wasn’t the same age or probably even a year older than you. “Relax, I was joking. Sit down.”

With a sigh, he takes a seat again, although the glare was still intact on his face. He grumbles quietly, but it was surely meant to be heard by you with the way he eyes you as he does so. “Don’t ‘kid’ me. At least I don’t waste my time asking people for money.”

“I’m always kidding, Mikage.” You snort at his words, waving your hand dismissively. “Even if you gave me money, I still wouldn’t accept it. What makes you think I’d take stuff from your hands?”

You wrinkle your nose, pretending to eye his hands with distaste. From the corner of your eyes you see him look offended once again and you hold back the urge to cackle.

Being born loved and admired by the people around him—repeatedly hearing songs of praises like he’s some sort of messiah—made him clueless towards teasing and jabs.

“I’m very clean, thank you very much! I’ll have you know that I wash my hands with only the best antibacterial hand wash imported from Italy. What about you?!” He blurts out angrily, bumping the side of his fist against his table.

“Exactly.” You shrug.

You see the anger melt away from his features before it is replaced with confusion.

“You and I,” You lean closer to him and you know he can smell the cheap fruity cologne wafting off the fabric of your imitation uniform. Hakuho was expensive even for scholarship students. “We’re from different worlds, Mikage. And it’s not your fault nor is it mine, because that’s just how it is.”

He turns quiet at this, seemingly mulling your words over inside his head as he eyes the floor blankly.

You tilt your head, releasing a short and awkward laugh. Think you might have made the air too serious. It must be your lunch, or, well, lack thereof. You don’t usually bring the topic (of your lack of money) up with other people, but his question provided you with the opportunity to do so. You took it all too eagerly (carelessly) and it in turn killed the typical playful nature of your not-so-friendship.

“Uh, sorry ‘bout that. For killin’ the mood.” You laugh awkwardly, patting his shoulder. “Uh…”

“What’s it like?” He turns to you suddenly, tilting his head.

“Uh, what’s what like?” You furrow your brows.

“Having no money.”

“Woah, woah, ya didn’t have to phrase it like that!” You joke, crossing your arms and leaning back against your chair with huff.

“N-No, I didn’t mean it like—” He began, glaring at nothing in defense before you cut him off.

“Kidding.” You wave your hand. “You gotta learn how to remove that stick up your ass. I promise you, it feels great.”

He wrinkles his nose in disgust at your choice of words. He’s probably thinking that you lack tact or class.

“You lack class.” He states in distaste.

Knew it.

“Yeah, anyways.” You think over his question for a bit. “Well, I can’t really explain it.”

His lilac eyes dulls as he stares at you flatly once again. “Hah. What a waste of time asking, then.”

“I got an idea though.” You lean closer, grinning lazily as you prop your elbow on top of his side of the table and pressing your cheek against your palm. His face engulfs your perceptions and you can see the non-existent pores on his skin.

Fuck him, his money, and his skin care routine.

“What.” He leans back slightly, raising his brow.

“Come with me later after class. Let’s eat dinner.”

A puff of air escapes his lips as he laughs at your suggestion. A few seconds later, it transforms into full-blown laughing. Each laugh that escapes his lips comes from deep within his diaphragm.

You stare at him expectantly and a little creeped out. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him laugh like that with anyone in your entire life in Hakuho.

“What?” You ask, still spooked.

“Didn’t know you liked me like that,” He smirks, leaning his face closer, breath brushing against your cheek. “If you wanted to ask me to dinner, you could’ve just said so.”

You could smell the slight mint and it tells you that he had just brushed. Figures. Of course he’d bring a toothbrush to school. Of course he actually brushes his teeth during breaks and not spend it fucking around doing nothing unlike you.

“Stop being delusional.�� Your face turns blank at his words and you sit properly again. “Anyways, you said you wanted to know what it’s like, right? Come with me later then. We’ll eat what I usually eat for dinner.”

His face turns intrigued. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll know.”

“What is this place?” You hear Reo raise his voice over the surging crowd of people. He had a black mask over his face to hide it from the people because, yeah, he was actually kind of like a celebrity. An A-list individual among A-lists, coming just below his parents and it clearly shows with the Gucci bag he’s sporting.

Now that you think about it…

You eye his bag. “Flip your bag over, Mikage.”

“Huh? Why?”

You point to the pockets of his bag exposed out. “You’ll get unknowingly robbed that way. Flip your bag— okay, yep, nice. Very good.”

He rolls his eyes at your childish praise as he removes his bag to flip it, the pockets now hidden from the public’s view.

“Oh, yeah, we’re eating street food.” You point to the row of street vendors covering the sidewalks. Each stand glows yellow from the string of lights attached onto their walls and the strong smell of varieties of food mixes together in an almost unbearable manner.

You eye the rich kid beside you. He seems to shift a little, standing awkwardly and a little out of place.

You reach out to hold onto the side of his arm. “You good?”

He glances at you and looks back at the stalls as well as the crowd of people he mostly towered over. He doesn't shove away your hand. “Yeah. It’s just my first time in this sort of place.”

You blink at this, intrigued. “What? Really? Well, we gotta eat a lot, then. Your treat.”

He doesn’t protest when you begin tugging him towards the nearest Takoyaki stall.

“Ten pieces, please.” You tell the street vendor, beginning to pull out your wallet. A larger hand stops you from doing so and you glance at Reo to see him already pulling out his wallet.

“How much?” Reo asks.

The vendor eyes your classmate for a few seconds and then the Gucci bag. You hold back a groan. Ugh, you already know where this is going.

“1000 yen.” The vendor answers him, his face seemingly unsure.

Just before Reo could unknowingly pay the tricky vendor, you hold onto his hand, preventing him from taking out his cash.

“What are you—”

“That’s overpriced.” You cut in, eyeing the vendor flatly, feeling disappointed at his shitty attempt to scam people. “I ate here yesterday and it was only 500 yen for ten pieces. You mean to say that you’re charging double now? Do inflation rates shoot up that high in a span of one day?”

At least the vendor looks ashamed. He brings a hand up to the back of his neck awkwardly before bowing. “Sorry. Money’s tight and I thought it was worth a shot.”

You chuckle at this, handing the vendor the sufficient amount. “Been there, done that. To him too. But don’t go scamming other people, ‘kay? Now gimme our order.”

Once you take the order, you tug Reo away from the stall to head over to somewhere with less people. You lean back against the wall and open the container filled with Takoyaki and raise it up to his face.

“Smells good, right?” You watch as he takes the container from your hands and inspects the food curiously. He brings it up close to his face, gazing at the array of colors from the bonito flakes, to the mayo, to the sauce, and to the golden brown Takoyaki.

“It doesn’t look that different from the gourmet Takoyaki I’ve eaten.” He comments, taking a pair of chopsticks before eating an entire ball. As he chews, you see his eyes widen and he immediately begins to devour another Takoyaki just as he had swallowed the previous one.

“Good, right?” You grin cheekily.

He ignores you in exchange for devouring another large piece.

“Hey, leave me some too!”

You took him to different stalls after that, and by the time 8PM rolled around, both of you were already stuffed full with different kinds of food. You can’t remember the last time you had ever eaten to the point where you felt like your pants were going to burst open at the seams.

You eye the empty paper plates and containers laying haphazardly on the plastic table you both found. There were a little less people now. You draw in a breath, the air now lacking the sharp scent it previously held as you had submerged yourself in its presence.

It was nice. You also can’t remember the last time you’ve eaten a meal with someone like this. Having deadbeat parents that spent more time smoking crack out where you don’t know ultimately meant that meals were eaten alone. And, you admit, sharing meals wasn’t bad at all.

Reo heaves out a deep sigh, rubbing his stomach after releasing a quiet (and somehow dignified) burp. “I ate too much. Too much unhealthy food. My diet is ruined.”

You snort at this. “Relax, princess. I promise you’re still pretty.”

He glares at you. “Not what I meant.”

“Uhuh, whatever you say.” You chuckle before trailing off, watching him for a few seconds. You can see him shifting in place again at the length of your stare, seemingly burning holes into the side of your face.

“If you have something to say just say it.” He grumbles out, crossing his arms with a raise of his brow.

“Well, did it answer your question?” You ask curiously.

He looks up at the dark sky for a second before glancing back at you. “Well, the food was good. And cheaper.”

You shake your head at his obliviousness and chuckle. “Uhuh, but the food we ate today? That’s typically how much I eat in a span of one week. You get it now?”

He blinks and goes silent for a few seconds again.

“Don’t you get hungry, though?” He asks after a short while.

You shrug. “You get used to it.”

“It’s not sustainable though. How are you still alive?” He cockshis head, now looking at you with a slight furrow on his brows. If he was worried, then you were flattered.

“Not sure.” You shake your head. “I still do try to get my vegetables in but fresh produce is expensive. Healthy food is expensive. Some people just don’t have a choice, you know?”

“Oh.”

You don’t think it has sunken inside his brain yet. You can’t and won’t blame him. He’s lived his life that he’s used to just like you're living yours. You were two sides of a single coin—two people living entirely different lives within the same planes of this globe. Both built differently and built to handle different things.

“But I’m also curious now, too.” You hum after a while, eyeing him in slight interest.

“About what?”

“What does it feel like to live yours?” You cock your head.

You see him grin and your eyes squints a little at this.

"Maybe we can go to my place next."

[matcha3mochi]

rin itoshi x fem! reader // enemies to lovers pt. 2

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It had been a week since the ankle incident with Rin, and although you thought things would go back to normal, something had undeniably shifted. You and Rin still bickered constantly, throwing sharp retorts at each other like always, but now there was a tension beneath the surface. A tension that was different—so subtle, you might have missed it if you weren’t paying attention.

As the team’s manager, you were always occupied, keeping everything in order. From collecting equipment to organizing drills, your days were packed, leaving little room to reflect on the peculiar shift between you and Rin. But as the days passed, it became impossible to ignore the small, deliberate gestures Rin started making.

It began innocently enough.

A couple of days after he helped you with your ankle, you were sitting on the sidelines, catching your breath after running around for hours during practice. Your clipboard was full of notes, the sun was starting to set, and the team was still in the middle of their drills. You reached into your bag to grab a quick snack, but instead of the usual energy bar you packed, you found something else—your favorite snack, the one you hadn’t had time to buy recently.

You stared at it for a moment, confused. It wasn’t something anyone else would have known to give you. Your eyes swept the field, and there, in his usual spot, was Rin. He was stretching, not paying you any attention—or so it seemed. But his eyes flickered toward you once, almost too quickly to notice, before he turned back to his drills.

Your heart did a small flip. No way… It couldn’t have been him, could it?

You shoved the snack into your bag, shaking your head. It could’ve been a coincidence. Maybe someone else had left it by mistake. But even as you tried to dismiss it, you couldn’t shake the odd feeling that it wasn’t just an accident.

The next incident made things harder to ignore.

It had been a particularly hot day, and you were rushing back and forth between the field and the locker room, setting up equipment and tracking the players’ stats. By the time practice was winding down, you were exhausted and parched. You mumbled something under your breath about needing a drink but didn’t have the energy to go grab one.

As you sat down to catch your breath, there it was again—a cold sports drink placed right beside your clipboard. Not just any drink, but your favorite one.

You stared at it, dumbfounded. This time, there was no way it was a coincidence. You looked around, and your eyes found Rin. He was walking back from a drill, his usual aloof expression in place, but you caught him glancing in your direction. The moment your eyes met, he quickly looked away, acting like nothing had happened.

You picked up the drink, your heart racing. Rin wasn’t the type to go out of his way for anyone, let alone you. You were supposed to be his constant source of teasing and sarcastic remarks, not… whatever this was.

“Hey, where’d you get that?” Yuki, one of the players, asked as he jogged past, eyeing the drink in your hand.

“I… don’t know,” you mumbled, still staring at it. “It just… appeared.”

Yuki smirked. “Seems like someone’s got their eye on you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach twisted in knots. You couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility that Rin might be the one leaving these things. But why? What did this mean?

The real tipping point came when your ankle flared up again.

You had been doing your best to manage it, but with how much running around you had to do for the team, it was hard not to push yourself. By the end of practice, you were limping slightly, hoping no one would notice.

Unfortunately, Rin did.

“You’re limping again,” he said, his voice low but unmistakably direct. He had appeared beside you so suddenly that you jumped, nearly dropping your clipboard.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, brushing him off. “It’s nothing.”

Rin didn’t listen. Before you could stop him, he crouched down in front of you, grabbing your ankle gently. “You didn’t wrap it properly,” he muttered, already unwrapping the bandage with deft hands.

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest as he carefully rewrapped your ankle, his fingers surprisingly gentle. You weren’t used to seeing this side of him—focused, calm, and… caring?

“You’re going to make it worse if you keep being careless,” he said, standing up once he was done. His usual coldness returned as he crossed his arms, looking down at you like you were an annoying inconvenience.

Your face was flushed, not from embarrassment, but from the way your heart refused to stop racing. “Uh… thanks, I guess.”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” Rin muttered, turning on his heel and walking away without another word.

But you couldn’t shake the image of Rin kneeling in front of you, rewrapping your ankle with more care than you’d ever expected from him. And from the way your teammates were staring at the scene, neither could they.

Over the next few days, Rin’s small acts of kindness continued, and the team started to notice.

He still teased you relentlessly, throwing snarky comments your way whenever he could, but there were these moments—these quiet gestures that spoke volumes. A drink left by your clipboard. A towel tossed your way after a hot day of practice. A bandage left on the bench for your ankle.

And it wasn’t just you who noticed. The team started whispering about it, shooting you curious looks whenever Rin did something out of character. He wasn’t known for being nice to anyone, least of all you. But now? His behavior was getting harder to ignore.

One afternoon, as practice was winding down, you overheard a conversation between Yuki and one of the defenders.

“Did you see that earlier?” Yuki whispered. “Rin actually handed her a towel. He never does that.”

“I know. He’s been acting so weird around her lately,” the defender replied. “Do you think… he likes her?”

You ducked your head, pretending not to hear them, but your face was burning. The possibility of Rin liking you seemed impossible. He was always teasing you, always making you feel like you were just some annoying presence. But now…

Then, one afternoon, Rin’s actions became even more direct.

It had been a long day, and you were about to leave when you saw Rin lingering by the bleachers, his hands shoved into his pockets. He had been staying behind more often lately, always finding some reason to hang around after practice ended.

As you gathered your things, he walked up to you, wordlessly holding out a small bag. Your eyes widened when you realized it was another one of your favorite snacks—the same ones that had been mysteriously appearing.

“Rin…” you started, unsure how to respond.

“Just take it,” he muttered, shoving the bag into your hands before you could protest. “You’re always forgetting to eat.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.”

Rin averted his gaze, his usual scowl in place. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

But as he walked away, your heart was pounding, and the warmth in your chest spread. You had spent so much time thinking Rin hated you, but now, with every small act of kindness, you were starting to see the truth.

Maybe Rin’s teasing wasn’t just about annoyance. Maybe it had always been something more. And maybe, just maybe, Rin Itoshi didn’t hate you at all.

The whispers from your teammates grew louder after that.

“Man, Rin’s been acting weird,” Yuki remarked, watching as Rin handed you another drink without a word. “He’s never this nice to anyone else.”

You flushed, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face. Maybe they were right. Maybe Rin’s cold exterior had been hiding something all along.