#pray the readmore works or ill explode

[dnsleif]

itoshi rin x reader. fluff and silly :3

you’ve reached the end of your high school life. standing with itoshi rin, diplomas in hand, amongst the bustling crowd, neither of you say a word. friends are saying goodbye to each other while crying, parents are saying how proud they are of their kids; in the middle of it all is the soccer player and you, unbelievably stiff and unbearably quiet. the two of you simply watch the people around you, perhaps not knowing what to say.

you speak out, finally, “let’s keep in touch, okay?” you look at the dark-haired boy in front of you, tears brimming in your eyes.

“y/n,” rin says in a flat tone, eyes boring into you. maybe he’s going to denounce the proposition of keeping in contact with each other, the glare on his face certainly giving way to that line of thinking.

“stop acting like we’re not moving to europe together in a few months. it’s weird.”

and in a moments notice, all the tears that were once threatening to spill out disappear. the liquid in your eyes were quite abruptly replaced with a scowl as you jut your lower lip out and furrow your eyebrows.

“rin!” a light slap to his arm. “why would you ruin the moment like that!”

“there was no ‘moment.’ you were just being unnecessarily dramatic,” his voice is still steady, obviously not amused by your antics.

you click your tongue at his response, still pouting at his inability to play along. “everyone else here is crying and saying their goodbyes. i just wanted to get a sense of the lives they lead,” you let out a (dramatic) sigh after explaining yourself.

he raised an eyebrow at your words. “you never showed up to class, anyway. their lives are too out of your reach for you to even pretend.”

“rin!” you look at him with wide eyes, surprised (not) that he would stoop that low. “well, if it wasn’t for me, you would have failed all your classes besides english and dropped out! how can you be a world-renowned star without a high school education?”

it was rin’s turn to look at you with wide eyes. “a soccer player doesn’t need to know trigonometry or any of that other lukewarm shit!”

you let out a defeated sigh, knowing he was right. you knew that no matter what, you could never beat rin in an argument; he was far too stubborn and hot-headed. so, you’d rather not even try any longer.

“do you not feel even the teeniest bit sad, rin?” you ask, genuinely curious at his answer.

“no,” his answer was immediate, looking straight into your eyes. “you said it already. you were the only thing keeping me here or i would’ve dropped out.” despite his stoic face and his zero-hesitation at saying it, you could see the tips of his ears growing red (and it certainly wasn’t because of the late-spring air).

a bright smile was slowly making its way across your face, a tell-tale sign that you were about to tease the living daylights out of the boy in front of you. rin’s reaction to that face, the one he knows all too well, was to abruptly clear his throat before speaking once again, trying to distract from the words he just said. “what about you? are you sad?”

you let out a hum at his question while wrapping your arms around his neck. still smiling, you lean in closer to his face, “how can i be when you say things like that?”

rin’s ears are growing more and more flushed, but that doesn’t stop him from reaching forward and placing a hand on your waist. he’s embarrassed from his words, he’s embarrassed from your words, yet he still keeps eye contact with you.

your faces are so close together at this point that rin can’t hold back any longer. he’s never been one for public displays of affection but everyone’s distracted and no one’s paying attention to the two of you. you’re just two blurred faces in a giant sea of bodies, or at least that’s what he tells himself to justify his next actions.

he grabs the back of your neck, other hand still on your waist and pulls you forward until your lips are crashing into his own. he kisses you as though he’s trying to convey all the things he can’t say with his voice, all the feelings he can’t quite articulate into words.

you kiss him back and think that perhaps you needed no tears or dramatic goodbyes in order for this day to be special. you were in a different situation than the rest, it’s always been that way with rin. so, it just makes sense that the two of you don’t blend into the hundreds of tear-stained faces.

you kiss him back and you’re excited, not sad.

amongst the crowd of graduates is the two of you, neither having shed a single tear for the high school days that are now long-gone; for the both of you knew that this was anything but an ending.