#rin x reader

[thebestsetter]

Thinking about you and Rin (failing on) hiding your relationship.

You and Rin are two very discreet people. You don't really see the need for the media to meedle about your personal life. That's why you decided - together - that your relationship should not be shown to the public.

Anyway, he figured that, one way or another, people would find out about it. He just didn't think it would have nothing to do with his - growing - fame.

"'Day 14 of filming this cute couple on the train until I get a partner'" you read outloud, while his head was in your lap and your hands caressing his hair "Wait a sec... they kinda looks like us!"

"Impossible" Rin mumbled, burying his head deeper into your thighs

"But it does!" You said, and stopped the movements in his hair - which earned a desatisfied growl from him - "Look!"

His eyes hurt a little from the shift of light, but he eventually saw the video - and immediately straightened his back and sat on the bed "It's us."

"Told you so!" You also sat straight - after sticking your tongue out at him -, hands on his shoulder while he clicked on the profile that posted it "Wow. There are MANY videos of us."

"I'm gonna sue this bastard for using our image without our knowing consent."

"Rinnie, maybe there's no need to go that far!" You snatched the phone from his hands, to which he replied 'Hey!' "Listen, you have a lrovate account, right? That basically no one follows but me and your - I don't know - ten friends?"

"Nine, actually" he corrected "But yeah, I do. Why?"

"You should comment on the video using that account, so no one knows it's you and the person filming will leave us alone! Something like: 'Hey, I'm the guy from the video. Please stop using me and my girlfriend's image without permission'. That should work"

"...that's actually smart" Rin deadpanned, staring at you

"Duh, obviously it's smart. I AM smart." You smirked

"'right, I'm gonna do what you said" He said, shoving your smirking face aside

"Thanks, Rinnie! Hopefully they'll understand that we want privacy and just stop"

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure they will" he muttered lowly

"What did you say?" (You heard him the first time. You were just surprised.)

"Nothing. Good night, my love."

"...goodnight Rin"

Maybe you should've worried Rin was planning something from the last sentence - and by the strategic use of pet names - because MAYBE then you wouldn't wake up and find out that not only he wrote the comment from his PLAYER ACCOUNT - the one the team tags on posts and sponsorships use to talk about him -, but it was not as (let's say) peaceful as you had planned it to be.

Itoshi_Rin: Leave me and my girlfriend alone, fucker.

Okay. You SERIOUSLY needed to find him before his PR team. They were going to kill him.

The second you stepped out of your house and noticed the stares following you and even a reporter - who appeared out of NOWHERE - stopped to interview you, you realized.

You did want to find him before his PR team. But not because you wanted to save him.

You wanted to kill him first.

So, uhm... I'd like to consider this as a 1.2k commemoration post!!! Thank you all 🫶🫶🫶

Masterlist

[nagihearter]

only you

they have a bad dream about losing you, and now filled with insecurity and doubt, it leads them to wonder if they’re really worthy of you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ft. rin, isagi, nagi, sae, reo, kaiser

rin

rin sees you and sae together.

everything around him is white, but in front of him, is none other than you and his brother. you're holding sae's arm, and you smile so sweetly at him that it makes rin sick to his stomach.

turning around, you seem to notice him and give him a strained look, eyes darting around. rin opens his mouth but closes it, unsure of what to say.

finally, you speak up.

"rin.." you began, "I can't do this anymore."

rin feels his heart drop to his stomach. what do you mean? what are you even saying?

"what are you-" his words are cut off before he can finish.

"I-I'm in love with sae. I want to be with him. rin, I'm sorry, but I just don't love you anymore." you reveal, voice distant as you avoid his gaze.

your words feel like a slap to his face and his world begins to crumble. he wants you to reach out to you, to grab your wrist and tell you that he'll do anything for you to stay. what can his brother do that he can't? he feels his legs beginning to crumble before he slumps down onto the floor on his knees. rin doesn't want to let you go, he loves you too much.

sae gives him a disinterested look over his shoulder. he walks to where rin is, eyes cold as if he was mocking him, before crouching down closer to him and whispering something in rin's ear.

rin wakes up with a start.

he's sitting up, sweating and trembling as he gasps for air, his heart pounding in his chest. the room is dark and silent, but the weight of the dream still lingered. the haunting thought that maybe he wasn't enough, that you would choose someone else over him, even his own brother. he closes his eyes as he presses his hand to his face, trying to even out his breathing and convince himself that it's just a dream.

"rin..?"

he freezes. right, he forgot you were sleeping next to him.

"rin.." you whisper, voice groggy from sleep. "what's wrong?"

"nothing." he grunts. it's stupid, but he doesn't want to admit he just had a nightmare about losing you to sae. it's not real he repeats to himself in his head.

obviously you are not convinced. after all, rin is sweating and he seems so stressed, plus his shoulders are tense so it can't just be nothing. sitting up, you lean in to be closer to him.

"rinnie, did you have a bad dream? you can talk about it if you want, I'll listen," you offered. your voice is soft and comforting, and rin resists the urge to just rest his head on your chest. it makes him think that maybe you are too good for him. that he doesn't deserve you. that you deserve to be with someone who's better than him. maybe he should let you go. he loves you, so maybe he should let you go to be with someone who will really make you happy. after all, what exactly has he done to deserve someone like you?

but deep inside, he doesn't ever want to let you go. rin doesn't want to share your smile or laughter with anyone else. he wants you to smile only at him with that fondness in your eyes. the thought of you with someone else is enough to make him go crazy. which is why, he finally admits the truth.

"I dreamt that you left me for sae." he states, rather bluntly.

you blink.

before you can even speak, rin says something that makes your heart hurt.

"do you ever wish you were with someone else?" he asks. he's so vulnerable right now and so different from his normal cold nature. the dream must've really had an effect on him. since he's staring at the wall in front of him instead of looking at you.

"rin," you say, cupping his cheek as you turn him to face you. even though the room is dark, you can still see how his eyes lack any emotion except for insecurity and doubt. "I wouldn't ever leave you for sae, or anyone else. it's just a dream. I promise, I want to stay with you forever."

your voice is so honest and your words make rin feel as if a huge rock has been lifted from his shoulder. right, it's just a dream after all. besides, he would never let his stupid brother steal you away. he won't let anyone steal you away.

"okay." he nods.

gently, he lays back down and pulls you down with him, hugging you close to his chest as he rests his chin on your head. he doesn't say anything, but just holding you close like this is enough to make most of his worries go away. if he has to, he'll be better for you.

rin is tired and his eyes are on the verge of closing when he hears you whisper out a quiet, "I only love you, rinnie."

isagi

isagi is twisting and turning around in his sleep, eyebrows scrunched as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. what exactly is he dreaming about?

in his dream, isagi is walking through the bustling city with you. the streets are busy and filled with people, but he's only focused on you. his only thought is you. in fact, you occupy most of his brain space. he's holding your hand, but you seem a bit distant. almost as if you're bored being there with isagi. even though you've been roaming around the city together for a while, he feels as if the connection between you guys was slipping through his fingers.

he sees you glance at your phone, as if there's something more important that's pulling you away. isagi tries to shake the feeling off, but it won't go away and he feels that nervous feeling form in his stomach.

the dream warps, and what he sees is horrifying and it makes his heart drop.

in front of him, is you. and rin. rin is on top of you on the couch as you're pressing kisses onto his face.

isagi can't move. the only thing that he can whisper is a quiet "what's...what's going on..?"

his voice seems to grab you and rin's attention as both your heads snap towards isagi's direction. instead of looking panicked at the fact that you just got caught, you gently push rin off you and sit on the couch. in the softest tone, you tell isagi something that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

"I've been thinking a lot, and...and I just... don't love you anymore." your voice is flat and distant, as if you're talking to a stranger.

isagi takes a step back, unable to process this. you're joking right? you're joking, you're joking, you're joking, you're joking...

he gulps, unable to breathe as he can only whisper out a quiet no.., his voice barely audible. your words sting and suffocate him. he wants to say something. he'll do anything to fix your relationship. just tell him, and he'll grovel at your feet on his knees if it means you'll stay.

rin is sitting casually on the couch. he hasn't said anything, but his eyes meet isagi's gaze. isagi clenches his fists when he makes eye contact with rin. his piercing gaze seems to be mocking isagi, almost as if rin is saying i win.

isagi gasps for air, heart pounding as he sits up in his bed. it took him a moment to realize it was just a nightmare, but his hands are trembling and he can't really shake off the image of you smiling and kissing rin. seriously, out of everything he can dream about, he has to dream about you and rin? why can't he dream about scoring ten goals in soccer?

isagi looks down at the bed to the space next to him. you're still sleeping soundly and he sighs in relief that he didn't wake you up. a small frown grows on his face. he's aware that it's just a stupid dream since you're obviously still with him, sleeping next to him. there's a bit of hair covering your face, and isagi reaches his hand out to brush it away. it's dark, but the light from the digital clock makes your face a bit visible. he stares at you, admiring your sleeping face. you're so pretty, he thinks.

he sighs, before finally laying back down on the bed next to you. he pulls you in close to his chest as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

you grumble and shift a little in his hold, before finally settling down and whispering out a tiny "I love you, yoichi.."

yeah, you only love him. and he only loves you. even if the world ends, you will always be the only one for isagi, and he hopes that you feel the same. that you'll love him always, and that you will always be by his side.

he doesn't want to think about losing you.

nagi

nagi was at first dreaming about playing video games, but he's losing in all of them. and then the dream shifts to him being outside of his classroom

he's confused. the last thing he wants is to be at school right now. but then he hears voices and talking from the other side of the door.

"he's so weird, you know? a total loser." he hears someone say.

he hears anyone person agree with the previous statement, stating their own personal opinion of "he doesn't even try. I mean come on, y/n, you can do so much better than a slouch. better than that sloppy looking guy. come on, someone like nagi is never going to change."

oh, so they're talking about him. and you're there.. talking about him as well?

the dream shifts again and he's across from you sitting at a table. there's a heavy silence, and finally, as if you'd been searching for the right words, you say "I don't think this is working out. I.. I don't think we're right for each other. it's not personal, but I just.. don't want to be with you anymore."

someone like nagi is never going to change, the words echoed in his mind.

his heart is sinking, and he reaches his hand out to you, desperate to make you believe that he can change. he'll try, he really will. he wants to speak, but nothing comes out.

your eyes are cold, nothing like the ones that used to look at him full of love and adoration, as if nagi was the one who hung the stars in the sky.

just like that, nagi is jolted awake. he's breathing heavily, staring the ceiling.

he sits up, rubbing his face and trying to shake off the nightmare. but it clings to him, like a whisper in the back of his mind. someone like nagi is never going to change.

oh, you're not in bed with him. no wonder it feels so cold. for a split second, he thinks the dream was real. that maybe you really did leave him. but from his room, he can see a small light coming from outside.

surprisingly, he gets out of bed and walks to the kitchen. there, he sees you, in your nightgown standing at the counter. you don't seem to realize he's behind you, so he sneaks up and hugs you from behind.

"ah!" you let out a small squeak, surprised that nagi was awake at this hour.

"sei, why are you awake?" ironic that you're asking that question, since you're also awake...

"mm.." he grumbles, "can't sleep."

there's a silence. neither of you say anything else.

"s' cold without you.." he mumbles out, rubbing his cheek against yours.

"alright, alright, let's go back to bed." you say. nagi doesn't protest and instead drags you back to the bedroom where he lightly tackles you onto the bed and buries his head in your chest. you run your fingers through his hair and he lets out a sigh of contentment.

"am i unattractive?" he suddenly asks, making you halt your movement of playing with his hair. his face is squished into your chest so the words did come out a little mumbled, but you're genuinely confused. nagi wasn't one to care about appearances and he never asked you questions about how he looked.

"seishiro, why are you asking that?"

"am I?" he seems a bit pressed for your answer.

maybe he dreamt about his appearance? either way, you decide that you won't ask about it right now, since you doubt he'll tell you, claiming it to be too much of a hassle.

"well, sei, I think you're very handsome," you coo at him, as if he's a baby. "and you're cute. you look handsome when you're playing soccer, and even when you're gaming, or even when you've just woken up and your hair's a mess."

nagi just lets out a hum, mumbling a quiet "kay, angel.."

sae

sae drifted into a deep, restless sleep.

he dreams about you. the both of you are at the beach and the sun is setting, which casts a golden glow on your face. you're beautiful, he thinks. your hair is swaying gently due to the wind. he feels content here, being with you. the both of you are walking along the shore and there's a comfortable silence between you two.

but you look distant. and sad. sae doesn't ask about it at first and he attempts to brush it off. but you stop walking and look up at him with eyes that hold a million emotions that he can't comprehend nor understand.

"is something wrong?" he asks with concern.

you don't respond right away, and he's growing worried. but when you finally speak, it's not the answer he's expecting nor wanted.

"I don't think I can do this anymore, sae," you reply, voice quiet and timid.

he freezes and his chest tightens. "what do you mean?" he asks, his voice almost cracking.

you don't look at him.

staring down at the ground, you let out a shaky breath and admit the truth.

"I can't be with you. not anymore."

sae wakes up, heart pounding. the room is dark and he reaches towards the other side of the bed to grab you close and hold you. only.. you're not there.

oh, that's right. that wasn't a dream. you really did leave him a couple months ago. the bed feels large and empty without you. it feels cold. he vaguely remembers your words, something about how he doesn't prioritize you and that you can't be with him, not when you feel like you're not important to him.

sae recalls something you asked him a month prior to your breakup.

"saeeee.. if I ever die, or something happened to me, would you ever be with someone else?

back then, he had scoffed at your ridiculous question. but now, the answer is clear to him.

no, he doesn't think he will ever be with someone that isn't you.

reo

reo is a lot of things. he's attractive, kind, smart, and loaded with money. girls come up to him but he knows that they're really after his money. they don't care about him.

but you're different. you loved reo and you didn't care about how much money he had. thus, he fell for you hard. he loved you ten times more than you loved him, and he wasn't afraid of showing it. and he believes that you love him more than anything as well. that he's your one true love.

so why.. does you hear you talking with your friends about how you're only with him for his wealth?

he hears you, in your room, talking to your friend about something. he's come over to surprise you, so you have no idea he's about ten inches away from your door. but when reo hears you talking on the phone, he leans his ear closer to the door, only to feel his heart get crushed once you hears you talking about him.

"yeah, yeah.. sure." you admit, rather casually, on the phone. "sure he's nice and all, but his money is way nicer. mm, actually I might break up with him soon. he's kind of getting boring."

reo doesn't know what to do. he's unable to move and his feels like he's about to cry. after all this time, you really were only with him for his money. what about the times you kissed him, cheered for him at his soccer games, and came over to his house to spend time with him? what about all those times you sat in the bathtub with him, when you let him sleep on your lap like he was a kitten, or when you giggled putting pink clips in his hair? what about... what about.... what about... what about...

the nightmare fractures, like a mirror.

he lets out a yell, breathing heavily as he wakes up. his loud scream unfortunately woke you up from your slumber too, and you turn around to face him.

"reo...what happened..." you mutter, voice groggy with sleep.

reo feels bad that he woke you up, but the dream felt too real. did you really love him? he knows he shouldn't doubt you, but..

"do you love me?" he blurts out.

"...huh?"

he stutters, embarrassed that he suddenly asked that outloud.

reo doesn't have the chance to explain himself before you say, "of course I love you reo. that's why I'm with you. are you okay?"

"uh..yeah I'm fine." he replies.

you scooch in closer to him and rest your head on his chest.

"do you want a new bag?" he suddenly asks.

"reo," you grumble, sighing at his antics. "I told you I don't need you to buy things for me. seriously, save your money."

yeah, whatever that dream was, he thinks to himself. it's just a dream, it's not real.

kaiser

kaiser did not have a loving childhood. from his mother who abandoned him to his abusive father, he grew up with a life full of hardship and troubles.

but despite everything, he found solace in you, his childhood friend who he was now dating. you provided him with the sense of comfort, you made his life happier, and he doesn't really want to imagine where he would be without you. he thinks you're gorgeous and absolutely breathtaking. you kiss away his troubles and he wants you only to himself. he's not the best at this relationship thing, but you're patient with him.

his dream starts during a soccer match. the crowd is roaring with excitement as usual, but something is off. he's standing on the field, looking for you, the one who's always by his side and cheering him on. but no matter how hard he looked around, you weren't there.

he feels the panic rising in his chest, but he won't show it. kaiser doesn't lose. he's a winner. the best. and he always will be.

that's when he sees it.

you, standing there, with isagi. you're laughing and your eyes are full of joy, but it's not because of him. why the hell were you even with isagi????

you meet his gaze, but your eyes are cold and emotionless. there's nothing there for him. the love you once had for him is gone.

he swallows. fine. he doesn't need you. he's the best after all.

but he wants to smash his hand against the wall and scream why?

as soon as the whistle blows, signaling the start of the match, everything goes dark.

kaiser wakes up with a start, gasping for air and his chest is heaving. there's sweat clinging to his chest and the uncomfortably, heavy weight of the dream. it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, irritating him.

but then he feels it. the familiar warmth next to him. you were there, besides him. his eyes snap towards you. he suddenly feels foolish. the dream wasn't real. of course, he hadn't actually lost you.

you were awake, your hand gently reaching out to him in an attempt to calm him.

"micha, are you okay?"

he shifts away slightly, brushing a hand through his hair in frustration.

"I'm fine." he scoffs.

"you're not fine," you speak gently. "you had a bad dream huh? you can talk to me. I'll always be here for you. you'll never lose me, ever."

kaiser's jaw tightens for a moment before finally letting out a shaky breath and relaxing. he's afraid of losing you, of how vulnerable he is around you, how you make him feel so many emotions he's not sure he wants.

but he smirks.

"course.." kaiser starts, "i don't lose, schatz."

first time writing for kaiser sry if its bad i tried 😢😢also reo’s part is kinda bad idk what happened

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

when you were five, you stole rin’s soccer ball.

you had no malicious intention, really. but rin didn’t realize that and ended up saying some nasty things (“you’re a stupid and annoying poo-head!”) to you, which ended up had you sobbing while you explained that you were really just cleaning the ball because of the grime and dirt on it. rin ended up feeling bad and buying you an ice cream.

when you were eight, you stole rin’s glances.

he was always looking at you, and even when he was supposed to look somewhere else, his eyes stayed on you. like a moth drawn to a flame, he followed you around. he hid when he got shy, blushed when he got caught, and smiled when you talked to him. the reason for it was simple: he realized that you were pretty and nice, and so he liked you.

when you were eleven, you stole rin’s breath.

when he looked at you, his heart would quicken, he would go red, and he almost stopped breathing every time. he always found his heart skipping a beat and his breath quickening to the point where they were non-existent whenever you smiled. he didn’t understand it, it was weird. he wanted to ask sae about it, but he had already left for spain, so rin just assumed he was sick.

when you were fourteen, you stole rin’s first kiss.

it was just experimental; you had seen so many other classmates have their first kiss, and you had to admit that you felt a bit jealous. you wanted to have your first kiss too, but you wanted to save it for someone special. rin, not wanting to see you upset, awkwardly muttered that he was fine with kissing you. he didn’t know how to word it correctly, but it ended up okay in the end. you were both inexperienced and didn’t know how to kiss properly, but it was only a short and soft kiss after all.

when you were seventeen, you stole rin’s heart.

at this point, with the (unwanted) advice from stupid isagi and bachira, rin finally realized that he fell deep down the rabbit hole of being in love. his heart felt like exploding when you touched him, even if it was something as ridiculous as your fingers brushing accidentally. whenever he sees you, in all your ethereal glory, cheering for him in a game, he feels like he can score 50 more goals. the media had never seen the cold and calculating itoshi rin act like this, although the paparazzi and journalists enjoy every moment of his soft look whenever his eyes land on you.

when you were twenty, you stole rin’s virginity.

self explanatory, although rin was surprised he ever got it taken in the first place. it was an awkward first time for the both of you, and although you both had little to no idea of how the hell you do it, you both pulled through. after the session, rin only seemed to fall for you even more. even after he turned into this cold and rude soccer obsessed person, you never left him, and now you’re here, in front of him, sleeping softly in his arms after doing the most intimate things two humans can do with each other.

when you were twenty-three, you stole rin’s last name.

it was a day of tears, love, and eternality. rin’s eyes gleamed with tears when he saw you in that snow white dress, looking like the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen and ever will see. hearing someone call you by his last name, seeing you laugh and talk with his mother, seeing you holding a pastel bouquet of flowers while walking to him, they were all rin’s dream aside from winning the world cup. the shared kiss had much more experience and passion than the one from nine years ago, and you almost cried knowing just that.

finally, when you were twenty-six, you stole rin’s genetics.

okay, maybe you didn’t. he sort of gave it to you in a way…but your kids sure stole his genetics. bright teal eyes, exceptionally long underlashes, and an undeniable passion for soccer. even at 3 months old, your daughter can’t sleep without holding a soccer ball. rin has never been happier, his soccer career at it’s peak, being with his beautiful wife and daughter, and not heaving to worry about you stealing everything else, because you had already stolen everything from him.

and rin prefers it that way.

[shouyuus]

rin would absolutely be the type of bf to randomly pull your chair closer at the dinner table (even if you're out at a restaurant or eating with friends), or loop an arm around your waist when you're out and about, just to pull you into his chest, or hook his chin over your shoulder when you're both in the kitchen and you're trying to bake or something. and he wouldn't say anything, he'd just be content being close to you -- it's the physical contact he likes, the thing he craves (he itches for it, sometimes literally) and if you ever asked him about it, asked him what he's doing, he'd just shrug and be like --

"nothing. just wanted you closer."

"rin... we're already pretty close."

"mm. yeah. but... not enough."

[alpali]

texts with a down bad suna:3

bonus: all four of you are really close but the miyas know about sunas crush on you. so they like making him jealous since he SWEARS he’s nonchalant

© alplai

[bloomseishiro]

IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE YOU  — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — during your first year, one of your friends gets rejected by itoshi rin. during your second year, another one falls victim to the same fate. the same happens this year, your current and final year of high school. is the new saying fourth time's a charm?��

itoshi rin x fem!reader. fluff, crushes :3, high school au/no blue lock au, rin got big bro issues (duh), the slightest bit of i can fix him vibes ok sue me, reader and rin are both 3rd years

word count. 4.0k 

Rin Itoshi is an egotistical asshole. 

At least, that’s what runs through your mind as you have to comfort yet another crying friend. 

“Does he really h-hate me that much?” sniffles Akemi, blowing her nose on a tissue you gave her. “He wouldn’t even let me f-finish saying my confession.” 

“He interrupted your confession?” you repeat with indignation, though you reminded yourself you shouldn’t be surprised. Just last year, your friend Emi was rejected by Itoshi Rin. And the year before that, he rejected your friend Hana. Both were left in a similar amount of snot and tears. 

There are only three years of high school, yet Itoshi succeeded in breaking three of your friends’ hearts in such a short amount of time! 

Total asshole status. 

Akemi sighs, resting her head against your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have expected anything different, huh? Even this past Valentine’s Day, he rejected so many chocolates from so many pretty girls. I don’t know what I was thinking. He’d never like someone like me.”

“Hey!” you chide, wagging your finger at her. “Don’t say that! Itoshi is an idiot for not liking you. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

She rubs her eyes wearily, exhaling loudly as she wipes her stray tears away. “I know you’re right, but it’s just not fair. Why does he have to be so cute and perfect?”

“He’s not,” you snort. “Perfect, that is.”

Even you couldn’t deny that Itoshi was attractive, though you would never admit that to Akemi. 

She shoots you a sideways glance, raising her brow in disbelief. “Now, that’s just a lie.”

“It’s not! I had math class with him last year. He was always at the bottom of the class for tests.” 

“So he isn’t the best with his studies. That doesn’t mean he’s not perfect!” 

You groan, throwing your head back dramatically. Is being totally delusional about Itoshi Rin a criterion for liking him?

“Fawning over your crush is no way to get over him,” you say matter-of-factly. “You know what does help? Eating your lunch. Look, you haven’t even touched the food on your tray!” 

“How can I possibly eat when my heart is in disarray?” whines Akemi, sticking her tongue out at you to let you know she’s only joking. 

You shake your head with a laugh, glad she is beginning to feel better. 

“I know I’ll get over it,” she promises, a downcast look on her face as she takes a bite of rice. 

“You will,” you assure her, finishing up your meal as well. “After food, the second best way to get over heartbreak is to find a new guy to obsess over! How about that guy?” 

“Too short.”

“Him?” you point at a second year who just walked into the cafeteria. 

Akemi makes a face. “I don’t like younger guys.”

“Even if they are just one year younger?” you ask incredulously. 

“Nope.” 

You get a feeling finding another guy for her to crush on may be harder than you thought. Instead of hunting for more cute boys, you resign yourself and say, “Someone will come around.” 

“Not soon enough,” she groans, but humors you nonetheless. “I have to get to my next lesson now. Science. Gross. Thank you for helping me feel better.” 

“Anytime!” you chirp, waving goodbye as she leaves the table. “It’s no biggie.”

After all, this isn’t your first rodeo. You have had plenty of practice comforting Itoshi’s unfortunate victims. By plenty, you mean two times before, but even that is already two too many times. 

The rest of your classes go by in a blur, and after attending your club meeting, you head over to the nearby train station to begin your commute home. 

You find a spot on the train near an exit and hold on to the railing above you. Over the years, you’ve learned not to bother racing for a spot on a seat. You would never secure one in the first place, and the few times you did, there was always an elderly person looking at you, subtly glaring until you gave the seat up to them. Standing by the exit is easier, anyway. And at least it forces you to work on your core strength. 

As the train begins to move along the tracks, you begin to zone out, eyes wandering around the coach to see if anything out of the ordinary is going on. Discrete people watching has always been one of your favorite ways to pass time. 

From the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar face on a nearby seat. 

Your lip curls. Itoshi. 

“Of course he got a seat,” you mutter under your breath. 

As if he knows you’re thinking about him, Itoshi’s gaze darts over to you. Your eyes lock together and you’re immediately mortified about being caught. Without explanation, you tear yourself away and face the other side of the train. 

You decide to simply ignore him and pretend that didn’t happen. It wasn’t like he was someone who would approach you or expect you to make conversation with him, anyway.  

After avoiding that potential nuisance, the remainder of your train ride goes by smoothly. The buildings from outside melt together in a blur of grey as the constant vibrations of the train hum through you. 

It’s a comforting sensation. Despite all the bodies on the train, you can still feel a sense of peace as you focus on the ride.

Unfortunately for you, the peace is shattered when a random stranger approaches as the train begins to slow down.

His eyes are wide and he looks slightly confused as he asks you something in a language you cannot understand. 

You blink, lifting your hands in an “I-don’t know” movement. With his khaki shorts and floral shirt, you have to assume this man is a tourist. 

He makes the motion of eating food and points at the exit questioningly, mouthing short phrases to help you comprehend better. Alas, you aren’t very good at charades.

“I’m so sorry, but…” you try saying slowly.

The tourist interrupts with more English and it sounds like a warble in your ears. 

At a complete loss, you look frantically around the train. There has to be someone—anyone—here who knows at least some of what he is saying. You manage to lock eyes with a middle-aged lady who shrugs at you apologetically.

“I don’t know English,” she mouths and you nod in resignation. 

Just as you are about to lose all hope, you feel a looming presence behind you. You swiftly glance back and see Itoshi approaching you and the tourist. His eyes barely flit over yours before he directs his attention to the man in front of you.

They begin speaking for a short while, both in English, and the only words you are able to catch is a brief “thank you” at the end. 

Whatever Itoshi told him must have been confirmation enough, since the tourist leaves as soon as the doors open. 

Itoshi lingers behind you even after the situation is resolved.

“Are you still pretending not to see me?” he questions.

Your eyes widen at his accusation and you shake your head in denial. “I’m not pretending to do anything. I just have nothing to say.”

“Not even a ‘thank you’?”

You finally meet his eyes to see a knowing look on his face. Your fingers toy with the hem of your skirt sheepishly, mouth forming a small ‘o’. You were so busy ignoring his presence, you almost forgot your manners. 

“You’re right. Thank you,” you acknowledge. He nods. “What was he asking for?”

“He just wanted to know if this was the closest stop to the downtown food district,” Itoshi explains as if it’s that simple. Because to him, it really is that simple.

You groan to yourself. You should have been able to use his hand gestures as context clues to figure out something as simple as that.

“You didn’t understand any of that conversation?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Seems like you’re slacking off during English class.”

Your brows furrow as you place your hand on your hip. “At least I’m not flunking all my other classes.”

Itoshi rolls his eyes at you. “I’m not flunking. I don’t have any failing grades. They’re high enough to pass at least. Barely.”

You stifle a laugh.

“You, on the other hand, can’t say the same,” he says with a small smirk. “I heard the teacher talking to you after class the other day. Something about recommending you get a tutor before the next exam?” 

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment and you let out a huff. All of your grades are amazing. Expect…for that one measly subject called English. 

“How do you even know about that?” you demand, folding your arms over your chest.

Itoshi raises his brow. “Because I was there.”

You give him a blank stare.

“Seriously?” he says, voice deadpan. “I’m in the same English class as you this year.”

“Oh,” you murmur, feeling the slightest bit guilty for not noticing. In your defense, you didn’t notice much in that class to begin with. “So, maybe I do slack off during English. But that class is right after lunch and I’m so sleepy! I kinda just mentally check out the moment I step inside.”

“I can tell.”

You throw him a glare but can’t refute. “Let’s go back to talking about your bad grades instead…”

Itoshi shrugs dismissively. “It’s not like I care about those classes. They’re not important for practical usage. When will we ever need to know the quadratic formula in real life? But English, as you could see just now, obviously is important.”

“But it’s hard,” you whine.

“Maybe if you paid attention it wouldn’t be.”

You whack his arm with the sleeve of your sweater, half-hearted enough so there is no actual blow, but you figure Itoshi would get the message. 

He snorts. “Ouch. I’ve never felt more pain in my life.”

“Shut up.” 

The two of you exchanged glares 

“What are you even doing here, Itoshi? I always take this train and I’ve never seen you board with me.”

“Just Rin is fine,” he almost hisses, face growing dark hearing his surname. 

You give him a sideways glance. What’s up with this guy? “Um, you want me to call you by your first name?” 

“Yes, but not for whatever weird reason you’re thinking,” he says with an eye roll. “I don’t consider you close or a friend. I just don’t like being called by my last name.” 

Your brow raises, but you don’t push him for more information. It’s not your place to. Nor do you care enough to. This is the guy who broke three of your friends’ hearts! You shouldn’t even be having this long of a conversation with him in the first place. 

“Okay. Rin, then,” you correct yourself.

Rin nods. “Yeah. And I normally take this way home, just at a later hour. I stay late to practice more soccer.” 

“You decided not to practice today?” you ask, tilting your head in question. Everyone in school knows Itoshi Rin is the best soccer player on your highschool’s team. That, along with his annoyingly handsome looks, is what makes him so popular in the first place. “That’s surprising. Why not?”

“Don’t want to talk about it,” he dismisses, ignoring all your questions. 

You blink, wondering how so many girls were entranced by this man who can’t even hold a decent conversation. “Alright, then.” 

Rin pulls out his phone as the silence lulls over the two of you. He browses around for a while before pocketing his device and looking back at you.

“Yes?” you prompt. 

“That girl earlier today was your friend, right?” His voice is awkward as he rubs the back of his neck. “I saw her talking to you in the cafeteria.” 

“You saw her sobbing onto my shoulder, you mean?” you say dryly. “Yeah, she’s my friend. Her name is Akemi.” 

He nods, but he doesn’t look pleased. “Tell her to stop crying over me. There are no hard feelings, alright? I just don’t care to have any sort of relationship in the near future.” 

“Well, do you explain that?” you ask with a bite. “To the girls you reject?” 

Rin blows air out of his nose in annoyance, closing his eyes. “Well, obviously. I tell them I’m not interested in relationships. But then they still want to give their speech on why they like me and I don’t want to hear it. I don’t even know them most of the time. It’s uncomfortable.” 

While a part of you sympathizes with him—after all, it must feel awkward to have people you barely know confess their hearts to you—a bigger part of you still feels indignation for those who get rejected.

“It’s also uncomfortable to confess to someone, you know?” you chide, but your gaze softens as you continue. “They put themselves out there, not knowing what will happen in return, and the least you can do is let them down gently.” 

“What good is false hope?” he scoffs, shaking his head bitterly. “It’s better to be direct and sharp. No point in sugarcoating things. I’ve learned that the hard way. So can they.”

You frown, looking up as the train comes to a slow stop once more. “Do you really believe that?” 

Rin doesn’t reply.

You sigh, shaking your head softly. There is no way you would be able to understand him in one train ride. Or maybe even ever. “You don’t need to sugarcoat anything, but it doesn’t take much to be kind to people. Or to show people basic human respect. Like you showed that tourist earlier. And me earlier. It was nice of you to step in.”

“Whatever.” 

You make a face, trying not to roll your eyes at his shortness. You tried to be helpful and gave him a little encouraging speech, all for him to simply not care? He really is an asshole, after all.

“Whatever yourself, Rin,” you remark snippily, gathering your belongings and heading towards the exit. “This is my stop so, bye, I guess.” 

He hesitates before walking out after you. “I’m not following you, alright? I get off here, too.” 

“Hooray for me,” you sarcastically say under your breath. 

You and Rin maneuver your way through the crowded station in silence. It isn’t a comfortable silence, but it isn’t exactly awkward either. The two of you just…existed, acutely aware of the other’s presence.

He’s certainly easier to be around when he isn’t talking, you determine. 

“How close are you to failing English?” he suddenly says, immediately affirming your belief that Itoshi Rin is better silent. 

“Did you have to remind me about that?” you groan, letting out a heavy sigh. “But to answer your question, very close.  As in, fail one more big exam and I have to repeat the class, close.” 

He whistles in disbelief. “Sucks.” 

You remain straight-faced. “Thanks for the encouragement, Rin.” 

“Am I supposed to encourage you?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. Shaking his head, he sarcastically continues, “Study hard, you can do it!”

You grimace at the forced cheer in his voice. Even he looks disgusted with himself after saying that.  Squeezing your eyes shut, you try not to gag internally. “Ew. No. Please, no. Never do that again.” 

Rin snorts, but you sense a hint of amusement on his expression. “See? Being encouraging and nice and gentle is not for me.” 

“Not if you fake it like that!” you say, looking both ways before you cross the street with Rin in tow. “People will feel if you are genuine.” 

“Sure, they will.”

“They will,” you insist, shrugging off his negativity. “Try it someday, maybe.”

“Maybe if someone’s actually worth my time,” he scoffs, and you could see just how big his head really is. 

Wow, this guy really is an egotistical asshole. 

“For everyone’s sake, I hope you find someone you think is worth your time. Maybe then you’d stop being such a sourpuss!” 

“Sourpuss? What are you, a grandma?”

“Obviously not,” you retort, throwing your hands up exasperatedly, “because if I were, I’d be your elder,  then you’d have to respect me.”

Rin huffs at your dramatics. “Alright, calm down, grandma.”

Your eye twitches.

“If you fail English, will you have to stay for summer school? It’s our last year. When else are you supposed to repeat it?” 

You nod miserably. “I try not to think about it,” you sigh. “Our teacher is nice though. She said she will let me retake my past exams before the year ends and use those grades instead.”

“So all you have to do is retake all the previous tests and ace them? Easy.”

“Easy for you!” you cry, jutting your lower lip out. “You’re the top of the class! And even your accent sounds good. How unfair.”

Rin snorts at the begrudging praise. The only time you would compliment him is when it’s about his English skills. 

When the two of you reach the next intersection, you finally begin to walk opposite ways. You become confused for a moment, you’ve gotten so used to him walking beside you, you forgot he actually is on his way home and not there to accompany you to your place. 

“My house is down this way,” you state, pointing left. “I guess this is where we say goodbye?”

He nods, but before fully turning away, he says, “Do you want help?” 

“Huh?”

“With English.” Rin rolls his eyes. “What else?”

You meet his gaze slowly and cautiously, eyes narrowing. “Yes, I want help. I don’t want to fail. Why?” 

“I’m busy with soccer most days after school, but I can tutor you during lunch. And some weekends.” 

Your eyes narrow even more. Suspicious doesn’t even begin to describe how you are feeling. Rin is offering to help you? There’s no way.  

“No…” you trail off with uncertainty. “No thanks.” 

“No?” he repeats, looking at you as if you’re an idiot. Which, maybe you are. 

“No, of course not! I can’t!” you cry in disbelief. “Three of my friends have been heartbroken by you. What would they think if they saw you tutoring me?” 

“Let me guess. Maybe, ‘Good job Y/N for getting help on English from the best English speaker in the grade?”

“Nope.” 

Rin scowls. 

“Well, maybe,” you relent. It has been a while since they had a crush on him, other than Akemi, of course. Feelings of rejection and resentment should fade with time… You hope. “I know they want me to pass the class.”

“Your best chance is standing right in front of you,” he supplies nonchalantly. “The deal’s off the table tomorrow. I think I filled my kindness quota for the rest of the school year by just offering.” 

You glare at him. A quota is just ridiculous. “That’s not how it works and you know it. But…okay.” 

He waits for you to elaborate, foot impatiently tapping the sidewalk. 

Taking a deep breath, you blurt out, “I’ll accept your offer. Please, tutor me, Rin. I don’t want to fail this stupid class!”

You recall the look of relief on the tourist’s face once Rin stepped in. Rin himself didn’t even look like he was struggling to understand the man. His other grades may be subpar, but his English truly is amazing. 

He shrugs dismissively as you finally agree to take on his offer. “You won’t fail with my help. Smart choice.”

“I hope you’re right,” you sigh, not allowing yourself to feel too optimistic yet. You would need to see an improvement in your test score before you would celebrate. “Thank you, Rin.”

“Sure.” 

“Still… I need to ask,” you begin, still feeling cautious. “What is it that you want in return?”

Rin gives you a blank stare. “Nothing?”

You give him an incredulous look. “You’re going to help tutor me with nothing in return? Are you sure? You don’t want me to tutor you in other subjects? I’m good at history and math and science!”

“No, I don’t care about them. They’re useless to me.”

You scrunch your nose as he disses your more favored subjects. Math, you could agree feels pretty useless. But science certainly isn’t! You use it everyday when you do something simple like cooking an egg. And history is even more important to learn about the world and where you’re from.

“If not tutoring, then what else do you want?”

His eyebrow shoots up as he exhales loudly. “Do you want to offer me something?” 

You fold your arms over your chest. “Not exactly, no. But if you don’t want something in return, why are you offering to tutor me? Why are you being…nice?”

Rin’s gaze locks onto yours and you find yourself holding your breath as you await a response. 

After five long beats of silence, he simply says, “Maybe I think you’re someone worth my time.” 

Your eyes widen at his words, trying to interpret it in every possible way. Is he being sarcastic? Is he serious? Is he flirting? Your brain whirs a million possibilities and you feel like your head is spinning. 

As if he senses your cogs turning in overdrive, Rin gives your forehead a light flick, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Stop overthinking, grandma.”

“Hey!” You blink, rubbing the middle of your forehead. 

He looks at you expectantly. 

You sigh. “Okay, no overthinking, then. I guess I’ll just say thank you for taking the time to help me.”

“I haven’t helped you yet,” he says, waving a hand. dismissively. “You can say thanks once you pass your next English exam.”

For the first time, you feel yourself smiling at him. It turns out Rin, for reasons unbeknownst to you, really is serious about you passing the class. 

Maybe you were wrong about him. 

He is egotistical. And he is an asshole. But not all the time. There’s a strangely kind and unexpectedly caring side to him you haven’t witnessed before this. But it feels…good. You know it’s in him. And you want to help Rin bring it out of himself, again and again and again. 

“It’s getting late now, so I’ll let you go,” you say in farewell. “But thank you again for offering to tutor me. See, Rin, this means you can be nice!”

“Only if I want to be,” he scoffs, but you catch the corner of his lip lifting upwards. “Goodnight, then. Meet me at the library tomorrow? We can start your tutoring sessions then.”

“I’ll be there!” you chirp, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Goodnight.”

You begin the rest of your walk home with your head still spinning. The road ahead is long and endless. For a moment, you stop in your tracks and chance a glance behind you. Slowly, you turn and find Rin is already looking back at you, his expression completely disarmed. 

Your eyes meet with a look of shared surprise before you both spin back around at superhuman speed. A giggle of disbelief escapes you at the strange coincidence. Why did you both look back? At each other, no less. And why did he have that sort of expression on his face?

The thud of your heart beats faster in your chest as hopeful confusion overtakes you. Is Rin feeling the same thing? you wonder. You’re not even sure what feeling this is yourself, exactly. 

You sigh to yourself, body buzzing and brain feeling like total mush. And yet, you realize you kind of  enjoy this unfamiliar feeling. 

All this adrenaline for a guy who is a serial rejector and only thinks some people are worth his time? You laugh at the audacity. 

What is Rin doing to you? 

You shake your head. Whatever it is, you know you owe it to yourself to jump in, head first, and welcome it with open arms.

[megumismyhusband]

rin itoshi is acting weird. weirder than usual.

he’s been hovering around you all day, lurking like some kind of socially inept ghost, arms crossed, eyes darting away every time you look at him for too long. at first, you think he’s mad about something. then you remember rin’s always mad about something, so that’s not exactly new.

but this? this is new.

“are you okay?” you finally ask, shutting your locker as you turn to face him.

rin makes a face like he just swallowed his own pride whole. “yeah. why wouldn’t i be?”

you raise an eyebrow. “because you’ve been staring at me like you have something to say, but you’re too stubborn to say it.”

he exhales sharply, muttering something under his breath. you catch the words “stupid” and “why is this so hard” before he finally, finally spits it out.

“be my girlfriend.”

it’s not a question. it’s barely even a request. he just says it, flat and awkward and a little demanding, like he’s forcing the words out against his will. his ears are tinted red.

you blink. “huh?”

“you heard me.” he shifts his weight from foot to foot, clearly resisting the urge to look away. “don’t make me say it again.”

a grin creeps onto your face. “are you asking me or telling me?”

rin glares at you, but it’s weaker than usual, like he’s one second away from combusting. “just answer the damn question.”

you let the silence stretch for a moment, just to mess with him, before shrugging. “sure.”

his shoulders relax, but only slightly. “good.”

“good,” you echo, amused. “you’re really bad at this, by the way.”

“shut up.”

[anglbunny]

ᝰ.ᐟStreet racer!Rin

I remade my ugly ass street racer rin drawing. Anyways here's the revamped version 😛😛

(Does anyone see his tongue piercing 💔)

It still looking fucking ahh 💔💔 but it's better than before so whatever. I'm relearning how to draw so bear with me

I hate colour theory. Me and my homies hate colour theory

Made by me. Idm if you use, js credit me

[psyzcraze]

YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT.

Pairings: Aged UP!Rin x FEM!Reader

Genre: Smut+Fluff?????

w/c: 731 words + 4.19k characters.

synopsis: You just got back from an exhausting business trip and was exhausted from it, and unfortunately, you kinda forgot it was your birthday the next day. But your lover didn't!

c/w: Smut . Birthday sex . sensory deprivation ; blindfold + handcuffs . p in v . Raw (no protection) . Cumming inside . Explicit/Vulgar words . Bare amount of censorship . Smut w plot . Plz comment if I have missed anything ! (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)

a/n: for my girliesss @nensi n @shoudakii , HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAKII :3 co writer AND proofreader: @mims-bshelf

Rin sighed, shaking his head, as he got behind you, placing his big hands on your shoulders as he started to gently massage them. Hoping to relieve some stress out of you.

"You should rest, Love." Your husband softly said as you continued to work on the leftover paper works your fuckass co-workers refused to do before going to the business trip. "I really want to but-" You tried to protest but was immediately cut off by Rin as he pressed his lips onto yours. Kissing you tenderly and passionately.

Rin's hands roamed your body, his hand sliding down from your shoulders, to your waist until they rested on your hips. "I-.." You tried to protest once more, your determination to finish the leftover paperwork immediately melting away under Rin's warmth.

Under Rin's careful yet intense ministrations, you even found yourself consenting to him to do things to him.

Soon enough, you were on the bed, your wrists tied up to the headboard, your eyes blindfolded with your legs forcefully opened wide as Rin placed himself between you.

"...You remember our safeword, right?" Rin whispered into your ears as you suddenly felt him cup your chin, followed by a gentle and soft kiss on your cheeks.

The blindfold really heightened your senses; your hearing, your smelling and your touch. Although, your wrists are bound together which limits the things you can do.

Rin hums in response to your sudden shiver as he gently touches your clit. He simply touched it and you already let out a whimper.

Your legs slightly trembled as he now placed his other hand on your thigh while the other was placed on your lower abdomen. His thumb rubs your clit to oblivion while you cannot do anything but moan and whimper.

"Calm down, Love." Rin whispered into your ear as you suddenly felt his lips against yours, you immediately kissed him back, slightly whining as he immediately pulled away.

"Mo-more! Rin..!~" You whined as you slightly jerked your hips upwards to meet his fingers. Eventually, Rin gently slides two of his slender fingers into your tight hole while his thumb encirlces your clit.

"Y'want more?" Rin teased as he quickened his pace. Pistoning his digits in and out of you, your moans growing louder, before immediately coming to a halt. Edging you completely.

"Rin!-" You whined in protest, slightly kicking your feet with a whine. "Calm down.." He chuckles as you felt him kiss your inner thighs.

Rin was silent as he removed his pants and boxers, leaving him bare. You couldn't hear anything except for some rustling.You whimpered as you suddenly felt him line up his cock to your cunt, making you flinch from his evident arousal.

You felt Rin place both of his hands on your hips as he spoke, "I'm putting it in now, Kay?" He waited for your permission, then immediately pressing his lips onto yours, kissing you deeply and passionately, your tongues intertwining into a dance, as soon as he saw you nod, all while pushing his cock into your cunt.

Rin pulled away, kissing your forehead immediately as he finally bottomed out.

"I'm gonna start now, Kay?" He whispered as he started to thrust. Starting slow until he eventually quickened his pace until he found the pace you were both comfortable with.

You moaned and whimpered as Rin continues to piston his hips to yours. Eventually, after a minute or two, You started feeling that same knot forming in your stomach. You were so close.

"R-rin..!! S-so close~!" You cried out as your leg trembled, tugging at the chains that bound you to the headboard of the bed.

Rin didn't respond, he was locked in on making you feel good. He just continued to fuck you to oblivion, eventually quickening his pace as you could only writhe underneath him.

You finally reach your high, Rin eventually followed behind, painting your walls white with his seed as he continues to thrust, but shallowly this time, slow and gentle enough to help the both of you get down from your high.

After a few seconds of silence, Rin gently pulled out of you and reached up to take off your blindfold and the handcuffs, immediately getting wet wipes after. He hastily yet gently cleaned up and wrapped the blanket around you as he placed himself beside you, cuddling you.

"Happy birthday, Love."

©psyzcraze²⁰²⁵: Do not copy, translate modify or claim any of my works as your own.

[bluepurplepinklock]

Applying makeup to the bllk boys!

Featuring: Itoshi Rin, Isagi Yoichi Description: How he reacts when you want to do his makeup.

Itoshi Rin (totally against it but gives in knowing there's no escape)

"No way," Rin dismissed your request, not making any attempt to hide his disgust.

"Please, Rinnie," you give him your best puppy eyes, but he skillfully ignores you.

"Good boyfriends obey their girlfriend." you scoff, climbing over him as he lay sprawled on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

He rolled his eyes, not even looking at you as your body pressed against his.

"Please?" your fingers trace your name on his chest, and you swear you heard a soft moan escape his lips.

"Only this once," Rin sighs defeatedly, fixing you with a glare when you squeal with joy, "and no photos."

"Okay!" you jump off of him to grab your makeup kit.

He couldn't manage staying still the whole time you straddled his chest and leaned down to do his makeup.

"Oi careful," he growled as you applied mascara to his already perfect lashes.

"Don't worry," you chide playfully, leaning closer to his face as you admire your boyfriend's cold yet comforting ocean eyes, "I'm a pro at this."

"This thing looks like a torture device," Rin admits causing you to burst out laughing and accidentally poke his eyes with the brush.

"I told you be careful!"

The moment you pulled out a lip gloss, Rin absolutely denied letting you put it on.

"Come on," you pout, applying the gloss to your lips, "look it's so pretty!"

"That's way too pink."

"Pink suits you, babygirl." you wink and before he could retort, you lean down and press your lips against his, smearing his lips with the gloss.

"I don't really mind that way," he nods when you pull away, trying to hide the embarrassment rising to his cheeks.

"You look gorgeous, babe." you hold up a mirror as he observes your work.

"Yeah, I know, now get this off." he rolls his eyes, but you could see the slight smirk tugging onto his lips upon witnessing the art you created.

Isagi Yoichi (a little confused but agrees for your sake)

"But…" Isagi scratched his head sheepishly, "I'm a boy."

"Good to know," you giggle as you watch him chuckle nervously, "now get over here."

"I'm not sure about this…" he plopped down in front of the dressing, trying to figure out your true intentions as you pull out your makeup kit.

"Trust me, Yoichi," you ruffle his hair, "you will look great!"

"If you say so…" he nodded, clueless as ever, yet staying still throughout the process to see you concentrate.

Isagi already knew a lot about makeup, given his tendency to engage himself in every hobby you have, but he still paid attention to every step you did.

"Done!" you chirp, moving aside to let him view his reflection, "you sure look gorgeous, love."

"You think so?" he rubbed his neck, laughing alongside you, "I mean, can't say I disagree."

He dramatically blinks his eyes at you, "Damn, my lashes look better than yours."

"Hey!" you punch him in the shoulder.

"Stop being so jealous of my looks." Isagi huffed, acting out the stereotypical popular girl perfectly.

A/N: I'm thinking of a very excited Bachira for part 2, who else should I include? ©bluepurplepinklock (Do not copy, steal or translate my work)

[wholemeallbread]

ITOSHI RIN's sleep schedule always gets so messed up because he always tries to match your timezone. this man could be eight hours behind or ahead and still stay awake until ungodly hours because:

one – that's when you're free. he knows your sleep schedule like the back of his hand. when you sleep, when you wake up, when you go to work or school, when you eat, when you shower. it's your fault for oversharing and assuming he wouldn't remember.

two – he misses you. your hugs were his main way of expressing his love; how he would tighten his arms around you in return, how he would nuzzle his nose into your skin and focus on your touch. and now he can't do that at all? because you're miles away? torture.

three – you miss him! his face always burns like crazy when he sees all of the texts you send him, telling him you miss him and want to see him play soon, he can't stand it. it may not look like it, but his hands are itching to call you, or even just text back, but he can't. believe it or not, it truly pains him seeing the plethora of dramatic crying emojis, because he can't help but think "maybe that's how you're actually feeling right now?". you're crying? he's about this close to having a meltdown.

finally, once he's back at home, rin just stands there at the door, leaning his weight on you and simply taking you in. his eye bags are heavy, barely any thoughts crossing through his mind, just you. right there and then, he fell asleep while hugging you, which was not planned, but he couldn't help it. on the bright side, he would get to cuddle with you and have you right by his side; something he's been missing for ages.

[ceruark]

i think posting like 9 things back to back last week has finally caught up to me and i need to recharge, so. have some reader x bllk guys shitposts (reader represented by cinnamoroll)

[lupikekee]

"Rin, get up."

He glanced at me, then his eyes wandered back to the ceiling of the facility, his teal eyes for once showing a sea of exhaustion.

"Rin itoshi." My voice comes out as a warning now.

"....no." He muttered out.

"Damn, did Ryusei kick your ass that bad that you have to be carried back like an infant? Don't test me, I'll do it." I smirked

This statement sets off alarm bells in his head as he tries to swiftly get up but falls back to the floor like pathetic fallen floor bread. He tries again and again but ends up having the same results. He looked like a fish flopping out of water

"Oh, Yoichi is gonna have a field day with this." I grin giddily, hoisting rin up to my shoulders, essentially giving him a piggy back ride. He protests by groaning and weakly punching my back but his exhaustion limits him to only a few punches, eventually admitting defeat and lets himself be carried.

Embarrassing? Sure. But he doesn't get this kind of warmth everyday. Not in this damned cold facility anyways.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

crawling back to you

part two of promise

a/n: so i lowkey kinda forgot that the timeline here doesn’t really make sense, especially since in episode rin it’s stated that there was at least six months between rin leaving for blue lock and his fight with sae…let’s just ignore that plot hole.

itoshi rin always worked hard.

he practiced soccer to the point of exhaustion. he never complained about inhuman training times. he never whined about having to wake up at five in the morning every day. he always stuck to whatever meal his nutritionist told him to eat. he always stayed up late analyzing the tactics and strategies of other teams. he was accepted into the prestigious re al at only sixteen, and continued to play for them even now, in his twenties.

his teammates always told him about how insane his sleep schedule was, and how hilarious it was. i mean, he slept at twelve am and woke up at five am! and yet he never seemed tired, never had dark circles underneath his eyes. his teammates always joked about him being a vampire, but rin couldn't care less.

not like he could sleep anyways.

he was twenty two now, but he still had regrets from when he was only fifteen. an unforgettably cold night, where a fuzzy scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck. his brother sae, who he had now made up with in re al, had just insulted and abandoned him the night before. rin got emotional, and he had gotten angry at you, who was perhaps the only person to ever not get mad at him no matter what he did.

but he had gotten you angry as well, and you had ignored him for sixteen days. sixteen. rin was too immature back then, and so he took it as a challenge to see who could pretend that it didn't affect them for longer. but on the seventeenth day, rin had gotten an invitation to blue lock, and he accepted the invitation.

joining blue lock was perhaps the best decision that rin had ever made. he got an offer from re al there, he got on good terms with julian loki and charles chevalier there, he made his largest rival isagi there, he made himself famous there. but at the same time, he couldn't see you there. and after he joined blue lock, he never saw you again. he had dropped out of school to play for re al after all.

now he sat on an airplane back to japan, as he needed to renew his passport. despite constantly being recommended to take business class, rin didn't see the point in spending his money on such a worthless thing. so he took an economy seat; he'll just take some melatonin and sleep the entire flight. hopefully, there would be no one sitting next to him at all and he could just have a peaceful rest for the entire flight. hopefully, no one will bother--

“shit, someone already took the window seat.”

rin snapped his head to the right, where the voice came from. but before he could tell you a quick “sounds like a you problem", his jaw dropped.

there you stood, eyes wide and fists clenched, eyebrows knit together and jaw slack. “rin? what the fuck? why are you…oh, wait, yeah. right. you're still a japanese citizen.”

rin's eyes narrowed. “and you're here because…” rin asked, though it sounded more like a statement to you.

“my friend from college had her wedding here. i just graduated a few months ago.” you drawled, sitting down on the seat next to him, though you scooted as far as you could from him.

“it's been years, and you're still mad at me,” rin pointed out. “that's immature.”

“wow. no hi? no hello? just straight up? orrrrrr you could have apologized years ago and we wouldn't be where we are today.” you ranted, face turning increasingly red. “also, good job on getting into re al. im sure sae was having a great day when he found out.”

rin ignored your remark, eyes of sea glass gazing at you. you've matured a lot. you were beautiful, really. well, you've always been, but perhaps it was the time away from you that made you look all the more perfect. but at the same time, rin felt knots begin to form in his stomach. he wasn't able to be with you for over seven years, in your teenage years, the most important time of your life.

for the first few hours on the plane, it was silent. you were just playing on your phone the entire time, while rin tried to fall asleep. he had forgotten to take the melatonin gummy, and now his mind was full of thoughts of you. but finally, he sighed, and he sat up.

“can i have your number?”

[i2rizz]

Pre-relationship! Isagi who thought he was being subtle about his crush.

Until he made a PowerPoint ranking all the times you smiled at him.

Slide 7 was “smile #3 at the vending machine—possibly meant for me”

He never showed it to you (thank God), but Reo found it.

You still don't know Isagi once wrote-

“Yoichi + Y/n = Tactical Pairing” in his planner with little hearts.

Pre-relationship! Kaiser who called you annoying every time you breathed near him.

But bought two of everything in the vending machine just in case you wanted one.

When you asked why he had an extra melon soda:

“Hah? I’m not giving it to you. But like. If you took it. Whatever”

Also: tackled a guy in dodgeball for hitting you once. “It was strategy”

He’s in love. Deep. Denial level: Olympic gold.

Pre-relationship! Barou who screamed at you to stop walking alone at night.

You: “Then walk with me?”

Barou: “I’M NOT YOUR DOG”

Proceeds to follow you the entire way like a furious Rottweiler.

Buys two protein bars, then shoves one in your bag. “Don’t be weak.”

You: “Aww, thank you.”

Barou: “It’s not for you. I dropped it.”

It was still sealed.

Pre-relationship! Sae who spotted you standing at the vending machine, trying to decide between two drinks, and silently sighed.

After a few moments of you struggling to pick, he just walked over, hit the button for both, and handed them to you without saying a word.

You stared at him, baffled. “You didn’t even ask—”

“Clearly, you were having trouble,” he muttered before walking off, leaving you clutching two drinks and wondering if he’d actually done something nice.

Pre-relationship! Rin who once saw you drop your pencil case in the hallway and, without thinking, lunged to grab it before you could even bend down.

You blinked in surprise as Rin awkwardly thrust it back into your hands, face red.

“Uh... I wasn’t trying to be helpful or anything,” he mumbled, a little too defensive.

“Yeah, I figured” you said, grinning as he walked away, clearly pretending he didn’t care.

You made a mental note to thank him later. Somehow, you knew he’d do it again.

Pre-relationship! Bachira Who noticed you sketching in the back of class, completely absorbed in your own world.

One day, he decided to sit next to you, not even trying to talk, just staring at your artwork with a grin on his face.

“You’re drawing again. Wanna show me?”

You hesitated but handed over your sketchbook.

To your surprise, he started adding random little doodles and silly comments.

“Yeah, but I think it needs more monsters. Maybe a dragon? Definitely a dragon”

[yukinohiko]

you land your blade before you can make sense of the splash in the shallows. the silver pierces the silken fin, the water turning a faint pink.

you first feel shock; shock that you made your mark, then triumph. until you lift your gaze from the glistening scales to the lean body, rising from a supple throat to a cut jaw, higher and higher, to seafoam eyes.

he glares at you. bares his teeth, revealing two sharp fangs. but it doesn’t take away from his beauty. dark hair, wet under the sun, traced with hues of jade that ripple through his tail.

a siren.

you can’t fully comprehend the weight of your capture. he’s larger than you, even. the netting that tangles his body, crossed over pale skin and sinewy muscle, doesn’t look strong enough to let you approach.

“who are you?” you breathe.

he responds with a lash, spraying you with seawater and scratching your cheek with hooked fingers. the salt burns. desire curls in you and you sink the blade just a bit deeper, pinning him in place.

a throaty sound escapes him. it reminds you of something vicious and yet musical like an oceanic melody.

honey hazes your mind. beautiful, you think. he’s so beautiful.

rather than letting him go, though, this strange new desire only makes you move closer. you lick the blood dripping down your lips and smile, feeling your heart beat lushly.

he eyes you warily, the tail lashing in warning.

“who are you,” you press one more time. your heart aches.

is this a siren’s compulsion?

“rin.” he snarls the word, in that hypnotic tone you don’t recognize. despite it, he faces you with a foaming mouth, looking two seconds from lunging for you.

longing fills you for this creature. you wonder if that silky skin tastes like sea minerals; if a kiss would result in a pearl.

“rin,” you repeat softly, “I think I’d like to keep you.”