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sphireath-wisp · 3 days ago

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#Backstage Pass!

Synopsis -> What an electrifying performance, it was worth all that money and time waiting. It was so good that you wanted an encore - in private, with less talking and more action.

Warnings -> Not proofread, all aged up, suggestive, language, Rin is objectively sweeter than Sae and Kaiser, mean Sae and Kaiser

Featuring -> Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi x F! Reader

"Oh, of course, you like MICHAEL KAISER, of all people," You force a sarcastic smirk, eyebrows creasing as if you eye her up and down as if you were judging her for some sort of malefaction. Honestly speaking, you should have foreseen this. You're the one who wants to go to the concert; you dragged your friend along so it wouldn't be a solo trip, but she's developed a liking for the blonde boy. He's the playboy type who goes on stage shirtless, flaunting the ink adorning his skin. Even when he makes the gracious decision to wear a solid-coloured tank top, it doesn't take away any attention from the prominent cerulean rose blooming on his throat. Her blase favouritism of Kaiser was nothing new.

Beneath the charisma - so lamentable, it was laudable, Kaiser had an ego that reached for the stars. But it was his solipsism that made him such a star, an unbreakable confidence that shined even brighter as he played. It's unusual for a bassist to get so much attention in a band, but everything was absurd about Kaiser in the first place. And the worst part is: he had the skill to back it up, every single shit-eating grin.

"An encore?" You watch Kaiser mouth out to the audience, and the crowd goes wild - especially the fans with the tips of their hair dyed a gaudy blue. Your friend shakes you back and forth, spilling a mix of 'thank yous' and 'ohmygosh' past her lips. His grin only grows wider as he hears the crowd cheer, almost expectantly, like the crowd was supposed to meet his expectations.

"You have a backstage pass, right? Do you think I could snatch his number?" Your friend nudges you, readily waiting for a supportive response. You hum - pretending to think so you wouldn't have to turn her down so flatly. "He's kissed fans before, so you'll need to try your luck, yeah?" You give your friend a comforting pat on the back, but you're the one who needs to reassure yourself, "Anyway, he's just eye candy, right?" She nods insouciantly: after all, it's not like they know each other.

When you see her soothing smile, for a split second, you wonder if you're being too critical of Kaiser. Your friend seems to enjoy the concert, maybe this has created common ground for you and her to bond. This smug bastard and his god-given charm may actually be a blessing in disguise.

"Don't you know how to swallow? You're drooling," You soon learn that you're a good judge of character when Kaiser forces his thumb into your mouth. You realize that your gut has always been right, and you can't decipher whether the uncomfortable churning in your stomach is due to butterflies or the sickening taste of nail polish on your tongue. Gosh, you feel like an idiot for doubting yourself and, most of all, doubting how much of a bastard he can be. Kaiser pulls you closer on his lap as if he couldn't get enough of your Carolina Herrera, and palms the swell of your ass when you scrape your teeth over his knuckle.

Your nails, freshly coated in a shade of rose that disgustingly reminds him more of that keyboardist than himself, scratch his forearm on their way up to his clavicle, leaving a trail of hot fire in their wake. Your raspberry-flushed skin matches his, especially when your fingers - more suited for loving than burning - wrap around the expanse of his neck and threaten to crush his airways. His fingers are out of your mouth, and his breath is already lost before anything has begun; you're starting to see the appeal in womanizers when his half-lidded eyes - glossy and lovestruck - stare with a shimmer that rivals stars.

"Didn't expect to find a beauty like you in the crowd, but you were giving me such a dirty look," His words are coated in honey, like flattering women is second nature for him. Your grip unconsciously loosens at his praise, and he uses his newfound leeway to capture your lips in his. He smells like Maison Margiela's Jazz Club, rum rubs off your sweat-slicked skin, and you swear you feel his teeth on your tongue when you press your chest against his.

His hands undo the clasp of your bra, and his tongue plays with the rest of your sanity. You swear to whoever's listening that you need another bottle of beer to wash this feeling of longing away because you're sure you're drunk on him. Kaiser's always been known to kiss his fans, but he kisses his haters even harder.

"SAE ITOSHI, apologize this instant!" Kaiser mimics their manager, arms crossed and voice in an ear-gratingly, squeaky high pitch. Almost condescendingly, he grabs the keyboardist by the hair and forces his gaze down - to the point where he's at a 90-degree bow. "How could you treat a young lady like that?!" He scoffs as Sae swats Kaiser's hand off of his hair, clicking his tongue, irritation crystalline clear.

"R-Really, it's okay...!" You try to get a word in, raising your hands awkwardly to try and ease the situation. Kaiser is dead set on humiliating Sae, though; he's planning to get a good laugh like the carefree narcissist he is. You have to visibly hold back your laughter, heaps of air gathering in your lungs, and it bubbles in your chest. Sae straightens himself out, clearing his throat as he looks down at you from on the stage. Hopping off the platform to get on your level, the only thing separating the both of you is the railing set up for crowd control (and the bodyguards), he lets out a deep sigh.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get your shirt wet and... I hope I didn't ruin the performance for you," He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly and cranes his neck to look away, not out of shame, though. Rather, Sae isn't sure where he's supposed to look. Your see-through white shirt is drenched, and the lacy black bra you have under is clear as day (though it is partially your fault for wearing black under white - Sae's gone through enough girlfriends to know that women are aware of these things, but he'll admit his faults and apologize anyway.) To be frank, he finds the event a blessing in disguise; you're gorgeous in lace, but he wouldn't say that aloud lest he be considered a pervert.

It was already past midnight, and the concert had ended, fans still stuck around to snag a photo with their favourite member, though. Seeing you at the front of the crowd (and the obvious 'accident' with your shirt), Kaiser caught him staring and decided to be a bigmouth. Swooping in like the playboy he is, he acted all righteous when he heard what happened and well... Sae Itoshi has his head bowed like a little boy apologizing to their mother.

"I'll make it up for you, yeah?" he states firmly, and the air shifts when you agree oh-so-sweetly. Ladies first, he would say, to avoid staring at your chest, but you could feel eyes glued to the mound of your ass from under your miniskirt.

He's making it up to you, alright, with his knee between your thighs. Long, slender fingers slip up your skirt, and the lacy black panties you have under make his star-etched pupils morph into hearts right before your lovestruck eyes. He's patient, he's graceful, and he's deft with every kiss to the point it makes you feel hungry. Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae plays on the radio, and he cages you onto the cushioned seats.

Your legs wrap around his waist like poison ivy, and there's sweet venom every time your collar is stained royal purple. His tongue dances on your skin, and it's even more mind-numbing when his tongue traces yours. With a gasp, or a squeal, or maybe a mix of both, you wonder how long it's been and why he's torturing you like this, and your eagerness tastes like honey to Sae.

Sae swears he's never met a girl so noisy before, but hell if he cares. He wouldn't mind if he met you after every performance, or if he snuck you into the studio to have you right there and then whenever that bastard Kaiser opens his mouth. Bleary-eyed and half-lidded, he thinks you look cute like this and, damn, his eyes weren't lying when you looked good in lace. He almost feels bad. You swear your skin feels like it's on fire, and he's your fuel. You breathe him like oxygen and he's as starved as you, he never knew what air felt like before you.

Sae's fingers, the ones that used to be so rough from playing the guitar with his little brother, the ones that have grown long from years of playing the keyboard, slip under the waistband of your lacy panties. He whispers apologies that he doesn't mean, and he swears to buy you another set as soon as possible. You don't care about his apology, you knew he was a half-hearted bastard the moment he blatantly ogled at you earlier. What's more important is the new set and this perverted idiot better give you another stress-relieving night for the trouble he's put you through! You know Sae Itoshi always keeps his promises.

RIN ITOSHI, the exceptional newbie in the band. Introduced as the 2nd electric guitarist, he hid his prior connections with Sae Itoshi to avoid accusations of being a mere product of nepotism. People had already acknowledged his skills by the time the truth spread. He didn't really catch your eye in terms of personality. He was as reclusive as his older brother but more vocal with his thoughts. If his brother had an "enigmatic" appeal to him, he would be "unapproachable".

"He's cute, isn't he?" Your friend playfully hums by the shell of your ear, and you shrug indifferently in response. Your gaze trawls through his black leather jacket, which looks like it was inherited from someone older, with its sleeves folded to the middle of his forearms. His stringed necklace dangles down to his electric guitar when he slouches, calloused fingers hovering over the strings. "Pretty good for someone new..." Your friend continues, her own eyes the furthest thing from chaste. Yet, instead of chiding her, you'll be the one apologizing sooner or later - you couldn't catch anything she said when Rin happened to glance up in your direction, no less. Coincidence or not, his tongue peeks out of his mouth, the pink muscle running over his lips.

Slim teal eyes narrow at you sharply when you don't look away immediately. You stare back as if you haven't sensed his annoyance and sheer arrogance, and you're utterly shameless about it too. As if mocking the guitarist, you stick your tongue out before openly running it over the canvas of your teeth.

You pass it off as flirting with no goal in mind, especially when his face scrunches up in belying disgust. It was nothing more than passive teasing, the kind of thing you'll dream about when the boys you know act stupid and the tension you'll crave when life gets dull. It's something you'll romanticize for the rest of your life until Rin Itoshi is muddled in a scandal, and you can't see anything attractive in those piercing eyes.

Well, you were half-right.

"Isn't your friend looking for you?" he half-mocks with a tone that makes you want to slap him stupid until the apple of his cheeks is as swollen as your cherry red lips. His mouth is as dirty as it tastes, and he doesn't know how to treat a woman at all. There's nothing remotely sweet about Rin, but the naivety blinding him - convincing him silently that he doesn't want this as bad as you do - is caramel on your tongue.

He's too young and dumb, your voice of reason echoes in the expanse of your skull, and you're sure he hasn't locked the door, but he's already kissed you silly. The black dressing room table feels a little shaky whenever his tongue slips into your mouth, or perhaps your whole world is shaking because of him. Your back crams against the mirror, and the warmth of the LED strips make your brain fuzzy. Eagerness and embarrassment conflict when he holds your waist, rough fingertips shyly slipping under the hem of your shirt and tapping against your skin as if asking for permission. His hesitation is evident when you pull away and the thought of upsetting you strangely eats him whole.

Your chest heaves up and down, off-beat from the temperamental percussion of your heart. "You're asking that now?" you manage out whilst guiding his curious hands further under your shirt, "Sweetheart, don't act like you're worried someone will catch us." Catching your breath, you yearn to lose it again as you lean forward for another round, the white quartz of his stringed necklace cold against your skin once he flips your shirt up.

You can't tell if the lights are flickering or if the flash of a camera has caught you so vulnerable, like putty and moulded into Rin's embrace. But, you don't care, and Rin seems to care even less with the way he whispers sticky sugar promises to buy you another Dior lip gloss and a new bag to boot. It'll be his first scandal if the paparazzi have caught the both of you, but you'll celebrate it with a bottle of champagne in the walls of his apartment, for sure.

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thomamaru · 21 hours ago

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Hierarchy of Intimacy (Chapter Rin)

Synopsis: Rin wasn't the type of person to be using slang words. After months of spending time with you, he started picking up on your vocabulary, but this would be a problem if one of them slips up during a match.

Tags: Rin Itoshi x gn!reader, fluff, teasing from his teammates, brainrot humor

Author notes: this is a series based on a trend of tiktok. characters that will be included is nagi, yukimiya, rin, chigiri, isagi, reo, kunigami, sae, and bachira. If you want to add a character, you can request with a prompt :)

Rin Itoshi was a mystery wrapped in indifference.

On the field, he was cold, calculating, and intense, the kind of player whose sheer presence could send shivers down anyone's spine.

Off the field, his personality was much the same—stoic, distant, and utterly uninterested in small talk or social nuances.

His silence wasn’t an invitation for company; it was a shield. Rin didn’t care for relationships or connections. For him, it was just noise that distracted him from his goals.

Then you came into the picture.

At first, Rin didn’t know how to categorize you. Your quirky sense of humor felt out of place in his otherwise rigid world.

You would say the most ridiculous things with a straight face, unbothered by whether anyone found it funny. Rin thought it was strange—annoying, even.

“What does that even mean?” he’d mutter after you dropped yet another baffling slang term.

“You’ll get it someday, Rin,” you’d reply with a laugh, your tone teasing.

To his utter confusion, he did get it. Over time, your laughter wormed its way into the corners of his quiet world, filling it with a lightness he hadn’t known he was missing.

You didn’t push him to open up, but your sheer presence made him want to try. It was subtle at first—small changes, little words that crept into his vocabulary without his consent.

And everyone noticed.

It started during practices, with his teammates throwing occasional looks at him when he would respond to something with a term or phrase that seemed out of character.

The tipping point, though, came during an intense match.

The tension in the stadium was palpable. It was Rin’s chance to break the stalemate and seal victory for Blue Lock.

With precision and focus, he lined up the shot, but the ball veered just slightly, slamming into the goalpost with a loud clang.

Frustration twisted in his chest as the missed opportunity echoed across the field.

“My bad, sigma,” he muttered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.

But someone did hear.

Isagi’s head whipped around, disbelief written all over his face. “What… did you just say?”

“Sigma?” Bachira echoed, already on the verge of laughter.

Karasu didn’t hold back, bursting into a fit of chuckles. “No way. Did Rin just say sigma?”

Otoya smirked from the sidelines, adding, “We got Rin saying sigma before GTA 6 came out. Someone write that down.”

“Shut up,” Rin snapped, his ears burning as the teasing continued. His usual sharpness was nowhere to be found, replaced instead by a rare sense of embarrassment.

From then on, “sigma” became a running joke among the team. Rin tried to brush it off, but the damage was done.

The fact that he’d unconsciously adopted one of your favorite phrases only reminded him how much of you had embedded itself into his life.

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When Blue Lock was granted a three-day break after the U-20 match, Rin didn’t hesitate to make plans.

There was only one person he wanted to see. He set off early, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and something uncomfortably close to nervousness.

It wasn’t like him to feel this way—restless, eager, and borderline desperate—but weeks away from you had taken their toll. He needed to see you.

The moment he spotted you waiting at your usual meeting spot, the weight in his chest dissolved.

You stood there, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun, looking just as stunning as the first day he’d met you.

Relief flooded his features, softening the tension he always carried.

He didn’t bother with words. Walking briskly toward you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, holding you tightly against him.

The familiarity of your touch, your warmth, calmed the storm that had been brewing inside him.

“I missed you,” he said quietly, his voice rough with unspoken emotion.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I missed you too.”

Without thinking, Rin leaned down and kissed you—soft, unhurried, as though he wanted to memorize the feeling.

It was a grounding moment, reminding him of everything that mattered beyond the chaos of soccer and expectations.

The two of you were lost in your little world until a familiar voice shattered the peace.

“Can’t believe Rin got a girlfriend before the rest of us,” Otoya said, smirking as he and a few of Rin’s teammates approached.

Rin glared at him, his arms still around you. “Get lost, Otoya.” “Relax, we’re leaving.” Otoya glanced at you with a mischievous grin.

“By the way, you should teach him more of your humor. He needs it. Bye, sigma!” he called out, retreating with the others amidst their laughter.

You blinked, startled by the comment, before turning to Rin. “Sigma?” you repeated, a grin tugging at your lips.

Rin stiffened, his cheeks turning pink. “It’s… not what it sounds like.”

Your grin widened. “Have you been using my jokes?”

“I said it once,” he muttered, glaring at the ground.

“You said it during a match?” you asked, barely able to hold back your laughter. When he didn’t respond, you burst out laughing, holding onto him for support as tears formed at the corners of your eyes.

“Stop laughing,” Rin said, his tone flat, though the flush on his face deepened.

“Oh, Rin,” you said between laughs, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You’re so cute sometimes.”

“Tch. It’s not cute,” he grumbled, though he leaned into your touch without realizing it.

You smiled, your voice softening. “It’s just funny to think how much you’ve changed since we met.”

He frowned slightly, considering your words. It was true—you’d changed him in ways he didn’t entirely understand.

But what surprised him the most was that he didn’t mind. If picking up your strange humor was part of keeping you in his life, then he’d happily adapt.

Though he’d never admit it aloud, a part of him even wondered what other habits he might unconsciously pick up from you.

For now, though, he was content to stay in this moment, holding you close and savoring the sound of your laughter.

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m0reighn4 · 2 days ago

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Being this cute should be a crime 😒

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫”

“Babe, you want a sandwich?” You asked your boyfriend, 𝐑𝐢𝐧, who was too engrossed in watching playbacks of his last game; going over what he could’ve done better, etc. You peeked your head to the side, “Babe?”

Nothing.

You sighed and made him a sandwich anyways, leaving it on the counter. You walked over and sat next to him on the couch; your eyes moving back and forth from him, to the tv, then back to him. “That was a good shot.” You said, hoping to at least get him to say something. “Mhm.” Was all he said. Better than nothing, but still. You sat there for another minute or so, before deciding to get up. “Where are you going?” He suddenly asked, eyes still glued to the tv. “You’re busy.” “Shut up. Sit.” He said in his usual cold tone. You raised a brow, but did as he said and sat back down. “Closer.” He ordered, patting his lap. You didn’t protest, scooting closer and slinging your legs over his lap. He placed his hands on your thighs, his focus still on the tv. You leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his cheek, then moved to rest your arm on the back of the couch; casually playing with the ends of his hair and turning to watch the game. Rin finally glanced at you, “Now you’re just being clingy.” He said, a hint of a playful tone laced within his cold demeanor. Your eye twitched at his words. “Ha?!?! You literally just told me to sit closer???” He lets out a sliver of a chuckle in response to your reaction. “Yeah, but you didn’t have to… do all that.” He waves his hand around, leaning a bit closer to you. Rin squeezed your thigh ever so slightly; not enough for you to notice. You scoffed, frowning. “Fine then. No more kisses for you I guess.” Rin blinked a few times at your statement. “Oh really? No more kisses? That’s fine, I’ll live.”

Asdfghjkl you’re gonna choke this guy.

Even though he’s saying these things, Rin’s grip on your thigh had tightened more than before. He then leaned in even closer and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his breath slightly tickling your skin. “Tch. Clingy my ass.” You grumbled, turning to look back at the tv. He pressed his face a bit more into your neck before he spoke once again, his voice muffled. “You know damn well that… I am… with you...” If only you could see the hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks right now. He then took a deep inhale, savoring the scent of your hair. “Hmph. I guess you do love me.” You said sarcastically. “Unfortunately, I do.” He muttered, tilting his head back to look at you with a cold, hard stare for a moment before it softened up. “Of course I love you, dumbass.” He said, his voice low. He sat back up straight and wrapped an arm around you. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you returned your attention to the tv.

Rin wasn’t really the best at expressing his feelings, and you made your peace with that. Asking you to be his girlfriend was a complete shock to you and everyone else that knew him. To be frank, you didn’t even know he liked you like that. No one would’ve ever guessed. What more, when a few months into the relationship, he practically demanded that you keep a toothbrush and a few clothes at his apartment. “Just so you don’t waste anymore of our time going back and forth.” He used as an excuse.

“Hey… you said something about a sandwich earlier, right?” He asks, breaking the silence a couple minutes later. “Yeah.” “Did you toast it? To melt the cheese and shit.” He asks, running his hand up and down your back.

“Yeah… but it’s probably lukewarm now.”

“Don’t you fucking start.”

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hellsslibrary · 2 days ago

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Mean! Rin bullying reader for their bad performance + pet play, reader has a collar on

You are absolutely disgusting. And people like you deserve absolutely nothing. At least until men start getting pregnant (quotes from God knows where day 2).

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : This was FUCKING awesome to write. What can I say... I love my bottoms cunty, you know.

!!Warnings: sub!gn!reader(because 'their'), reader's genitals and gender not specified so you can be anyone, dom!Rin (obvi), pet play, sex toys, blowjob, hair pulling, leash, kind of dacryphilia in your direction idk, humiliation from Rin, orgasm denial about eight unspoken times, foot humping......

"No. Don't you dare."

How many fucking times have you heard that come out of his mouth? How many times have you whined against his thigh when he stopped pressing his foot into where you needed it most? It was getting fucking unbearable every time he did it.

"R-rin... But it wasn't that bad, was it?" you ask with a slightly shaky voice and he just chuckles and grabs your hair, pushing his cock back down your throat, making you gag but obediently start swallowing it.

"It wasn't bad. It was horrible. And you need to learn your lesson about not doing that," Rin breathes out, looking at your pathetic face sucking on his cock and slightly tightens the leash on your neck, making you look up at him.

"Keep going, slut, maybe it'll get your brain back in place and make the rest of the grey matter work."

What the hell is he talking about? This is more likely to make you explode. Not only did he not let you cum, he didn't do it himself. And considering you've been sitting here for clearly more than half an hour, he clearly wants something from you, but what the hell? Besides the pleasure of you choking on tears and his cock, of course.

You carefully grab his hips, and when he doesn't show a negative reaction, you squeeze them, taking his cock all the way into your throat, trying to do it rhythmically, but it was obviously bad. Just disgusting. But you were enthusiastic, so it's forgivable, I guess.

"This isn't even half-baked. What the hell are you doing? Your melted brain doesn't even remember how to suck a dick?" Rin asks, pulling your leash incredibly hard, making you freeze with his cock in your throat, trying your best to breathe through your nose.

And then he pushes you away, making you gasp and look at him with half-open eyes, afraid of what else he might do, but he just raises his eyebrow and sits more comfortably on the edge of the bed.

You look at him confused, but then you look down at your underwear and well... You're just soaking wet. Not surprisingly, but still. Your cheeks flush and you whine as his foot presses there again, running up and down your crotch.

Your lips wrap around his cock again, causing him to gasp and grip the hair on your head. Your tongue slides along the length of it, tasting the salty pre-cum on its receptors. Your cheeks sink almost instinctively, adding to the stimulation, causing your own hips to move faster.

"Keep going. Make me come and I beg you," Itoshi whispers, seeming to take pity on you when he sees how disheveled you are. You sit back on your knees, sighing as his leg settles flat beneath you, allowing you to move as you please, rubbing your arousal against him.

Your hand reaches for his balls, twisting them between your fingers, eliciting a soft moan from Rin's lips. His hips buck, wanting to bury themselves even deeper into your mouth, and his back falls back onto the bed as he feels himself cumming in your mouth...

And you slowly pull away from his cock, realizing that you've been robbed of your orgasm. Again. You swallow some of his cum and spit the rest out, wiping your palm with a napkin and hovering over Rin.

"Are you okay?" you ask, running your hand down his cheek, and he slowly opens his eyes, looking at you and nodding after a few seconds, becoming aware of the world around him again.

"Yeah... Let's go shower," Rin replies, taking your collar off, letting it fall onto the bed with a loud thud, and then pushing you back and standing on the floor, looking at your disappointed face. "I'll finish you there, stop sulking."

Your eyes immediately brightened and you followed Rin, who was stroking his still slightly twitching thighs.

"You're acting like a dog," he whispers and rolls his eyes with a small smirk when he hears the fake and very exaggerated barking from you.

If I ever write a fanfic without something stupid, it won't be me, honestly.

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ruruumin · 3 days ago

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take a bite.

synopsis; in a cold, unforgiving world, there is a semblance of warmth between a meister and weapon.

genres/warnings; soul eater au inspired by @kaiser1ns, fem! reader, implied relationships, blood/violence (multiple fight scenes), angst & comfort, 9.5k words.

⤷ part two.

covered in a thick layer of snow, rin lies on the ground, unmoving as his eyes follow the curvature of the overheard moon. its crooked grin looks down on him, cheeks wide and puffy as if it had just laughed. raising his arm, he drapes it over his face. tonight was colder than usual. fragments of ice litter the surface of his skin, melting alongside the small shimmer of tears that float down the side of his temple.

for the longest time, he thought he knew his brother. the kind-hearted, blue-colored soul that would buy him popsicles on hot, sunny days came back with a bruised heart. like two sides of the same coin, they were connected. weapon and meister. oldest and youngest. drawn together by blood and the ego to become the best. they were meant to be inseparable.

sae had always been his shield against the cold, unyielding world. someone he could always rely on when he needed it. to rin, he was the only person worthy enough to wield him. and for a weapon, that was all he ever needed. he didn’t want anyone else by his side. no one could hold him like sae did. no one else could understand him like his big brother. everyone and everything was obsolete.

after sae’s disappearance, it left a large hole in the center of his heart. the pain that came from his absence was indescribable. it was a mixture of something hot and cold, a whirlwind of confusion that left a dull ache to settle at the bottom of his chest. like a migraine, it pounds and knocks upon his skull, beating him down until he was nothing but a crumpled ball.

his older brother left to complete a special task given to him by death. the reason he had was shallow and dumb, he should have figured it out sooner that he was going to be replaced. sae said it was because the mission was dangerous, and death himself would be giving him a weapon appropriate for the situation. this was just another way of him telling rin: i don’t need you anymore. and while he didn’t understand it at the time, he still held up his head, thinking that his older brother didn’t have a choice, it was death’s decision after all.

when sae came back, he was a hollow shell of what he was before. alongside his sunken cheeks and thinner frame, his tolerance for rin had diminished, with this recent match being his breaking point. sae had realized the world of witches, weapons, and meisters was much bigger than him, and chose to pursue a different path than the one he originally promised. there was something new to be discovered further ahead, and to sae, rin’s stagnant personality was the chain holding them back.

the dream the two brothers shared shattered in an instant.

left to rot on a coffin made of snow, he exhaled slowly, watching his breath drift across the open sky. his body ached, as if he was getting pricked by thousands of sharp needles. after trying to connect with sae’s wavelength, it left him in a paralyzed state, unable to stand properly. it was as if sae’s soul had ripped him apart, shredded the threads that bonded them, and burned it all to the ground.

the tips of his fingers were freezing even with his thick, black gloves. additionally, there was a bright throb at the back of his head, the spot below him growing damp as the ice slowly melted. the longer he stayed in this position, the longer he’d stay hypnotized by the moon’s charlatan grin and die helplessly of frostbite.

“did you get abandoned by your old meister?” a voice called out to him.

the crunch of freshly fallen snow echoes in his ear. a mysterious figure makes their way closer to them, time ticking down with every step taken. the ground flattens underneath their heels as the world grows quiet. like a conductor and its orchestra, they plunge the stage in absolute silence. and as the audience, rin is left wondering if he should applaud.

a young woman, not much older than him, stood over his body. dressed in a simple black uniform, she wears a plain skull pendant on the collar of her neck, reminiscent of the man working in the great order. the bottom of her coat was split into two snake-like tails which drag along the ground, creating a smooth trail behind her. despite the frigid winds, she stood comfortably by his side, carving her presence in this storm.

like death, she is swift and calming.

she hums, tilting her head carefully. craning to look down on him like a crow, she picks away at his facial expressions, seeing the way his brows furrow in a blend of confusion and awe. only now does he note the subtle scent of almonds whiffing in the air.

“your soul has a beautiful voice,” she said, tucking her left hand into the deep pocket of her overcoat. she crouches to meet his level, “and it’s telling me something.”

reaching out with her other hand, she holds it against his bangs, slowly brushing it aside as she smiles. the shape creeps between the line of wicked and honest. the kind that will tempt you with a sickening sweet apple, coated in a thick layer of poison. it entices him to take a bite of what shes saying.

“do you want revenge?”

the question sticks to him like a wadded up gum.

revenge. that was the right word to describe his fiendish anger: revenge, revenge, revenge. unlike other words, this one was on the tip of his tongue. an idea brought to him not in shining neon lights, but hidden beneath the darkness that lurks in his soul. it scratches against his check. thumping twice before knocking against his ribcage. like an animal, it struggles in the confines of what he could only describe as a weak, pathetic body.

i have to kill his dreams, it says.

“if you become my weapon, i will grant you any wish in the world.”

an electric jolt of life pierces through his nerves.

a truly generous offer. so much so that he found himself nearly drooling at the opportunity to see what her world looks like. would he be there? standing above thousands of bodies, shouting his name as he announces his identity as a death weapon, would he be the one to beat sae?

he shivers, hardening his gaze as the silver winds blow past his cheek, “what do you want from me?”

his voice has a slight raspiness to it. his lips felt dry as he continued to watch her slow, deliberate movements. her hand dragged itself down his collarbone to the center of his chest, right where his heart lies. the thump remains, beating hard against his eardrums. it pulsates once, twice, three times, before it presses itself against his skin, threatening to break through the surface like a hand waiting to be held.

in his brother’s four year absence, he wasted his time looking for a replacement meister. in this dog-eat-dog world, he refuses to stay trapped underneath this snow-covered grave. he wants to rise amongst an army of men. he wants to raise his fist up and claim the sun’s life. he wants nothing more than to taste the sweetness of a soul, dipped and coated in a thick layer of revenge and satisfaction.

a beat passes before she answers him.

“i just like souls like you.”

with that answer in mind, he closes his eyes, letting a turquoise light engulf him.

✦

an aspiring meister stands in front of two large double doors. written above the border was a set of numbers for classrooms. because of his luck, his room was the first one in the hallway. sucking in a deep breath, he tilts his head slightly. behind these barriers lie a new, uncertain future from him.

at just the thought alone, his palms were starting to grow sweaty and clammy. he slowly looks up, basking in what could be his final moments of childhood. nestled between his fingers was a thin sheet of paper.

in cursive, it reads: welcome to the dwma, isagi yoichi.

isagi puffs up his chest, ready to announce his name to the rest of the world as he pushes the door open. this revealed a large classroom of eight other students, a small group whos heads quickly turned in his direction like chicken. they loiter around the near empty room, shifting their eyes and heads to scan their surroundings. from what he can remember in his acceptance letter, he and a few other talented students were scouted to join a very small class of weapon and meisters for reasons unknown to him.

everyone was dressed differently today. from a man with long, peach-colored hair to a pair wearing checkerboard uniforms, aside from one tall individual with ivy-black hair, isagi stood out like a sore thumb. he awkwardly makes his way to the center, standing stiffly while the doors swing open again.

a blue-ish green, zombie professor enters. he picks up a chalk stick and begins to carefully write his name on the board, rotating his head like an owl. he introduces himself as ego, a former meister at the dwma academy. although relatively unknown and forgotten by the public, he has deep-rooted ties within the school. as isagi fidgets with the letter between his fingers, he could feel ego’s heavy stare linger on him.

“welcome to the dwma, you lumps of talent.” he says, “this is a place where meisters and weapons become full-fledged hunters and death weapons.”

continuing, “in this world, there are two sets of people: meisters and weapons. those born as weapons have a unique fighting ability which you’ll channel using a meister.”

drawing a crude guitar and amp, ego hovers his finger in the air as his dead-fish eye stare scans the classroom, “meisters have very faint soul wavelengths. combined with a weapon, you’ll be able to draw out incredible power from each other. only with the right partner and technique can soul resonance can be achieved.”

“the first course of action is to choose a partner for the year. a few of you might already be partners, but for those newly enrolled, this is your only time to pick.” he taps on the board with the chalk in his hands. from there, he only stands in front of the class, unmoving like a statute as he awaits for the clammer.

immediately, isagi looks around the room once again. the people in his class were starting to chat with each other, determining quickly between weapon and meister. because of the structure and the new year, there wasn’t much to go off of when choosing a partner. the only pair he knew for sure were the two checkerboard students who lazied around in the back.

he scratches the back of his neck, trying to scout someone he could possibly team up with.

and while everyone else in the class spoke loudly, two people stood out in the front. it was the tall ivy-haired man from before. he blinks owlishly, completely aloof to the instructor’s directions. lifting his hand, he presses it against the nape of his neck, shifting slightly to produce a soft popping noise from his joint. from isagi’s view, he could make out a silver bracelet on his wrist.

before he could make his way towards him, isagi found himself stopping in his tracks. beside him was a girl dressed head to toe in black, almost blending into the room. like a crow, her expressions were cold and muted, almost calculative with the way it flickers across the classroom. she floats just slightly off the floor by rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet. her smile soft like cotton, the edges curving perfectly upwards in a gentle arc.

he already had a partner, isagi thought, i didn’t see her at all. it felt almost unnerving the way he couldn’t feel or sense her soul wavelength in the room.

when she meets his gaze, he quickly averts it, pretending he never saw her. while shaking his head, he instead starts talking to another man with black and yellow hair. he quickly learns his name: bachira meguru, a twin-scythe weapon with a unique style of fighting and a passion for hunting souls. he was amongst a tiny percentage of new attendees that was accepted into the dwma without a partner, making him the perfect candidate for isagi.

they started to get along quickly, with the latter wrapping his arms around isagi’s neck as he pulls him in his direction. the way bachira treats isagi reminds him of a friend who’s known him for years, despite only meeting now. his happiness is almost infectious, with the sun seemingly shining brighter when he’s in view.

during their chipper conversation, another student approaches the pair in the front of the classroom. he reaches over, draping his arms around the woman’s shoulder, patting it with the palm of his hand. he has a devilish grin that perfectly matches the moon. he is hunched over slightly, blond hair with pink dyed tips making him too distinguishable from the less explosive crowd.

“who would have thought i’d see you again, (name),” he says with a voice borderline seductive and sultry. it sends a shiver down her partner’s spine. the base of his skeleton growing a bit heated as he stares him down.

with a melodic hum, she replies with the same aloof expression, “good morning, shidou. you’re here as well?”

“got here all on my own, baby,” he looks over her shoulder, raising his eyebrow at her partner.

the man finally stands up straight, meeting his gaze. because the two stood at relatively equal heights, it made it easier for him to project a more confident, easy-going suave that kept people on their toes at the academy. this would only irk (name)’s partner as he narrows his eyes. time ticks down like a bomb waiting to explode as they continue glaring at each other.

“is this your new weapon?” shidou pouts, “(name), you sly dog, you move on so quickly.”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about,” she gives him a closed-eye smile, masking the twitching of her eyelid, “do you like him? his name is rin.” (name) artfully intertwined their fingers together, “he’s been quite the help.”

“he looks to be mad dogging me right now, do something about it,” shidou tugs her back and forth, shaking her as she stares off into space, subtly dismissing the nuisance. “i haven’t even said anything to him either. your partner needs to be put on a leash if he keeps up with this attitude. are you teaching him any manners?”

“hmph, piss off, roach.” rin shoves him away from his meister, crinkling his nose at shidou with an icy cold stare.

“sure thing, bottom-lid freak.”

“antenna-head.”

“spoiled brat.”

locked in a stalemate, rin seethes. while one takes pleasure in the thick, heavy tension, the other despises it. shidou began scratching the back of his neck, rolling his eyes. it looks like he is holding back an excited chill with the way he presses his lips together.

before rin can say anything else to end the conversation, shidou shuffles to the other side, getting closer to his ear. the hot air on his skin sends an electrifying shiver down rin’s nerves, quickly fueling an unprofound rage within him.

“she was my meister before she was ever yours.”

✦

running through the tight corridors, isagi narrowly avoids a deadly spread shot to the nape of his neck. he clammers out of the dark halls, the grip on his weapon growing more slippery by the second. as tensions grow thicker, he almost hits his head against one of the brick corners from turning too early. his partner, bachira, warns him about the incoming attack to his left. to which he dodges at the last moment.

“this job might be a lot harder than we thought,” bachira comments, scanning the surrounding area while isagi continues his sprint, “we bit off more than we can chew, isagi. how are we going to get close to those guys if she has a gun?”

“i have no idea, but we’re going to find out soon.”

out of all the jobs they could have taken, they impulsively chose one of the more difficult ones on the board. the kind that was plastered high above the rest of the menial academic tasks. despite being newly admitted dwma students and first time partners, they were too eager to rise up the ranks.

the original job was for two. bachira ignorantly thought it meant one weapon and meister. however, once they dispatched and saw the size of their opponents, they quickly realized the job meant two pairs: two weapons and two meisters.

bonnie and clyde, two kishin souls they were sent to capture were slicker than eels. they constantly separated themselves to cover more ground, making it difficult for isagi and bachira to pin one of them down. with bonnie hunting them down with a thick, semi-auto shotgun, clyde used a metal pipe to corner them.

together, they were swift and keen, careful as to not get caught by amateur meisters. the last thirty minutes have been a cat and mouse game, with isagi being the latter. it was not looking well for his ego but he has no choice but to continue forth with the mission. hoping to any sort of god, they would get through it all.

the pair were hot on isagi’s trails, blazing through every obstacle with ease. the debris from the shotgun blast causes the surrounding area to become a landslide. isagi’s temple is dripping with sweat as he struggles to catch his breath, trying to come up with a cohesive plan to eliminate the kishins. puzzle pieces are falling in his mind and he can only find the corners.

“we need to kill bonnie first and foremost,” he suggests, jumping back to avoid clyde’s downwards swing. the concrete shatters from the impact. while the kishin looks up, he is surprised to see isagi no where in sight. away from his field of vision, the meister quickly moves off to the side, looking left and right for any signs of the duo before he finally catches a break.

bachira whispers, “good thinking, partner! with her out of the way, we can focus on close-ranged combat.”

from the corner of isagi’s eye, he can see bonnie reeling up from behind. her hand was raised, one finger tight on the trigger. right before she was about to shoot, isagi reels the chain from his weapon, using his and bachira’s combined wavelength to manipulate the silver link to wrap around her gun. they rip the shotgun away, successfully disarming her. using the same tactic, they surround her body in chains, immobilizing her.

taking in a lowered stance, he rushes forward, squeezing the handle of his twin scythe before taking a quick, confident slash against her neck. isagi smiles sweetly, eyes glistening with momentary victory before realizing a fatal mistake: instead of hearing the melodic hum of a soul, they heard the crashing of metal. at the very last moment, clyde had caught up to him, holding out his bat to take the brunt of isagi’s attack.

he twists the pipe in his hands, slamming it into isagi’s stomach with a harsh gruff. in an instant, he is thrown through the window of a store, ramming into several shelves. from the impact he chokes on a thick clot of saliva. having the wind knocked out of him, a loud bom blankets the quiet city. alongside the burning humiliation on his cheeks, there was a hammering pain in the back of his head that was screaming out to him.

blood drips down the side of his temple. a bitter, metallic taste fills his mouth. bachira calls out his name in worry, face reflecting off the scythe, eyes wide with fear. meanwhile, isagi is struggling to keep his head up. his heart was beating right out of his ears. fear and exhaustion rise up on him like a furnace about to burst into flames. underneath his fingers, he felt the cold shiver of bachira, his partner left vulnerable and exposed underneath the gaze of a kishin.

squeezing his eyes shut, he tucks bachira behind him, away from danger. footsteps come tauntingly slow, savoring the seconds to come. this is where our journey ends, he thought to himself, all because of his naivety and ego. he world grows deafeningly quiet when he shivers.

taking in what might be his last breath, he keeps his eyes closed.

however, instead of a sharp, piercing pain, a shot rings out and the voices scatter.

a minute passes before isagi heard the melodic chime of a soul. opening his eyes, he sees a black, circular smoke ring floating slowly into the air, hovering above a shadowy figure like a halo. alongside the echo of a bullet, a pair of footsteps emerge from beyond the corridor.

“sorry for being late,” a familiar face steps out from the darkness. appearing beneath the luminous moonlight, she slowly smiles. a bright turquoise light erupts from behind, a man materializing beside her.

blinking slowly, isagi notices its the same person he saw in class earlier that week. when she sways side to side, curiously peering down at his wounds, he would have never expected her to be the meister in the relationship. it wasn’t very common, at least in the area he grew up in. but he’s unable to focus on this thought as she reaches out to his cheek, examining the goosebumps on the surface of his skin.

“you look shaken up.”

(name) and rin manifested in front of him with the same convenience as an answered prayer. with the pulsating pain in his side, he vaguely remembers them from the shinigami list. out of his small class, they were the closest to achieving death weapon status, having collected the most kishin souls in a year.

“it must have been scary, being alone like that.”

the ivy-haired weapon cracks his finger before approaching the glittering soul. his smooth, pale hand wraps around the crimson-colored orb, mouth opening wide as swallows the spirit whole. an audible gulp comes from when rin finishes his short meal. his meister, with the same alluding smile, turns to face him.

“that makes this soul number fifty-three.”

rin huffs in response, “we only need forty-seven more to beat sae.”

“you’re getting greedy rin rin, there’s still another soul to collect here.”

his eyebrow twitches at the nickname. disregarding his reaction, (name) raises her finger, tapping the bottom of her chin. she averts her attention back to isagi, “we saw your name on the board the other day. this job is meant for two pairs, you knew that didn’t you?”

with a sigh, isagi wipes the bottom of his lip with his thumb, licking away at the dried blood. his cheeks were still red. whether or not it was out of embarrassment or exhaustion was up for debate.

“we didn’t realize it until we came here,” he confesses, “but we’re glad to see you here.”

swallowing, he admits with a sharpened voice, “thank you, (name).”

she blinks, taken aback by his words. nevertheless, the smile on her face grows a little wider, “you did good, isagi.”

snapping her fingers, rin dematerializes. his figure envelopes itself in the same radiant blue light as before, twisting twice before returning to her outstretched hand. anticipation starts to rise in isagi’s throat, watching intensely as she raises her arm.

she swiftly rolls a large rifle along her fingers, spinning it a few times before resting him on the edge of her shoulder. he doesn’t know what he was expecting, but isagi found it strangely mesmerizing the way his weapon form took the appearance of a long barrel rifle. equipped with a bayonet, the blade is daunting as it looms over him, similar to a large fang. the base of the gun was a deep, ebony color with white spine-like spikes wrapping around itself, acting as a sort of thorny shield.

when he spins around (name)’s open hand, its smooth and calculated, as if its been practiced a thousand times. the weapon is fitting, he thought to himself. for someone bold, blunt, and jagged, its all too fitting for rin.

“let’s catch clyde before he runs away again.”

as she is leaning forward with a hand, intent on helping isagi up, a flicker of silver appears behind her. sparing him the surprise, (name) brings up her rifle to deflect a heavy swing towards her skull. an ear-piercing ring shatters the air. blocking the masked kishin from hitting her, the ground crumbles beneath the weight of his attack, awkwardly offsetting her hand from isagi’s.

“ah,” she remarks, “sorry.” pushing her gun upwards to shove clyde away. this reaction causes him to lose his balance.

circling around, she slices the front of his torso with the tip of her bayonet. her eyes glisten with excitement as the kishin reels himself back like a fishing line. he is grumbling under his breath, heaving and sighing as his body groans with pain. using a spared second, isagi takes (name)’s hand, pulling himself from the crumbling debris.

clyde, winded and bloodied, swings his bat at isagi, targeting the weakest link. without bonnie, clyde acted out like a rabid animal, dangling his loose arm around as he attempts to catch anyone within reach. he’s forced to retreat when a black bullet whizzes past his ear, slicing the tip off.

(name) glances around the city, eyes trailing a shadowy figure in the dark. the trigger of her gun twitches and she wastes no time to fire upwards, using her instinct to predict clyde above her, she blows off his left arm. this causes him to redirect his body midair. his detached limb falls helplessly beside her foot, and the sight is enough to make isagi swallow the bile in his throat.

squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, he focuses on steadying his wavelength with bachira’s, syncing up with him for their next attack. when clyde lands on the ground, isagi uses his chain to wrap around his leg, pulling on it with all his might.

meanwhile, (name) approaches him from the other side, shooting the back of his knee to tear through the ligament. this has clyde slumping forward, paralyzed and unable to move his leg.

with the same thought, isagi and (name) rushes forward. nearly colliding blades, she successfully beheads clyde while isagi slices his stomach. the kishin, now in three separate pieces, floats slowly in the air. exhaling once, he turns into a gust of smoke that engulfs both the meisters.

bachira is the first one to transform back, quickly wrapping his arm around his neck as he ruffles his partner’s hair, “we survived! way to go partner!”

isagi smiles, breathing a sigh of relief, “for now at least, we still got a long way to go.”

at this remark, bachira’s eyes glimmer, face brightening up with the same gleeful smirk. he pats his stomach, ready to enjoy his meal. excitedly reaching out to the soul, hes stopped by rin. he takes the soul into his hands, biting into it greedily while his meister watches from the sidelines.

“hey! you already had one earlier,” bachira calls out, hand left floating in the air as he looks at rin with a look of surprise. “this job was meant for two pairs!”

“so what?” rin rolls his eyes, dismissing him, “if i recall, we were the ones who killed him first. the two of you were just fodder for us to get close.”

“you!”

isagi chokes out a response, waving his hands up and down to mediate the situation, “we hit him at the same time, surely that counts for something.”

the rifle-weapon sends him a nasty glare in response, disgust laced within his teal eyes, “is that what trash like say to make yourself feel better?” he shakes his head, “it was clear from the beginning you never had a chance. if it wasn’t for us, you would have been dead in an instant. be grateful we even came.”

“you’re both lukewarm NPCs. next time, don’t choose a job you can’t do.”

this reaction sparks anger within isagi. his fist is shaking from how hard hes pressing his fingers into the palm of his hand. all while this is happening, (name) smiles, seemingly oblivious to the conflict in front of her.

“don’t worry about it, isagi. you will get a lot more souls later. this is just one of many jobs here at the academy.”

“(name)...”

isagi smiles in relief, glad that someone other than bachira agrees with him. this was only one mission. there will be more in the future, and by that time, he was going to rise up the ranks. the thought comforts him a little. but just as he was beginning to feel the warm sensation of hope, rin came crashing down on him like shards of glass.

“you’re happy by just a few words?” he grumbles, “your ego must be rotted.”

unable to say anything else but scrambled gibberish, isagi watches as rin leaves with (name) tucked into his side. the woman skips along the brick road as rin walks in front of her. right before they could disappear into the dark alleyway, (name) spins around to deliver a short, playful wave, mouthing what isagi can only imagine is an apology for her sharp-tongued partner.

once they were out of earshot, bachira finally lets out a groan he’s been holding back. rubbing his face together, he eases the tension in his muscles. with a hand on his hip, he pouts, “what is his problem?”

isagi only shakes his head. while he looked up to rin earlier for saving his life, his attitude was oozing with arrogance. worst of all, he had ego. the kind of mentality that his professor had previously lectured him about. it frustrates him to think that rin is the kind of guy who thought he was better than everyone else, and the unfortunate part was that it was all true.

after this mission, he and (name) have successfully captured fifty-four souls. it was a lot better than him who only had around five to his name. he hates to think that rin will become a death weapon before bachira does. isagi couldn’t chalk it up to dumb luck either. he won the lottery with (name) as his partner.

everything about (name)’s fight was seamless. like he was controlled by a puppeteer, he fell into her formula of success. he could sense her wavelength fluctuating to accommodate for rin’s movements, making their options on the battlefield near limitless.

she was the perfect channel to his flow. the kind of meister most weapons could only dream of having. biting the bottom of his lip, isagi stares off into the hall (name) left in, letting bachira guide him back to the school dorms as he is lost in thought.

from the perfect timing of her arrival to the smooth transition in her movements, it was clear you and rin have been fighting for a long time. possibly a lot longer before he joined the dwma academy. he has to push down the green monster manifesting at the pits of his throat. squeezing his hand into a tight fist, he narrows his gaze.

he can only hope to achieve what you have today in a few weeks.

on the other side of the city, rin continues his walk with (name), with him glancing back and forth at her figure. he is fidgeting with the bracelet on his wrist, feeling the metal grow heavy on his skin. they don’t talk to each other for a while. instead, opting for a quiet walk through the city.

it wasn’t until rin sees a crow flutter in the distance that he finally says something.

“you didn’t need to be nice to him,” he comments, footsteps echoing alongside his words, “he was just looking for some kind of praise from you. giving it to him is only going to make him hopeful and naive.”

“theres no harm to it,” (name) replies, reaching out to hold his hand, a subtle act he doesn’t object to despite how poisonous her touch feels to him, “do you think me being nice to him will affect us in any way?”

his answer is curt and simple: “no.”

“are you jealous, rin rin?”

“what is there to be jealous of?”

he doesn’t see isagi as a threat. someone as small as him would never make it into the real world. he would have been the first person to be devoured by a witch. cruel or not, the thought holds true in rin’s mind.

“then nothing will change. i will still be your meister and you’re my weapon,” a laugh escapes her throat, “so don’t worry about anyone else.”

peeling away from his grip, he almost has half a heart to chase after her. walking ahead, (name) stops just a few feet in front of him. rin pauses instantly. eyes peering down at her with a flicker of a spark, she gives him a familiar smile he knows all too well.

she opens her arms out to him, like a bird ready to soar.

“because i will be the only one to turn you into a death weapon.”

her sentimental words settle in his chest. like a blanket, it drapes over his beating organ. blood soaking the cloth, it helplessly merges together. for a moment, he wonders if this is what he’s been searching for all along, or if it was just another trap used to lure him into her arms.

he presses his lips together. walking three steps forward, rin carefully wraps his arms around her tightly. he wants to ignore the beating of his heart in his ears. he wants to forget that when he presses himself close to her, everything feels safe.

he inhales with his entire chest, sinking into her warmth as if she’d disappear any second.

✦

the first thing rin hears in the morning is humming. the alarm clock next to him says its eight o’clock in the morning and that its time to get up. rubbing the sleep off his eyes, he creeps downstairs to the smell of pancakes. his meister stands in the center of controlled chaos. pancake batter mixed in one bowl, a blender full of fruits and what he assumes to be his protein powder. the kitchen looks like a battleground with a lone soldier in the center, chiming a tune while pouring batter into a pan.

“good morning, rin rin.” you announce, looking over your shoulder, “can you set the table?”

he wordlessly obeys, too early in the morning to give a proper response. he reaches over to the tall cabinet and takes a few plates from the top. placing two on the counter next to you before leaving to gather forks and knives.

he briefly turns in your direction, watching as you’re stacking pancakes on his plate. the scene is awfully domestic as it is comfortable. and the more he thinks about this homely arrangement, the more uneasy the feeling in his stomach gets. the first thing that comes to mind is whether or not you’ve had similar experiences with your previous partners.

he knows he is not your first and he might not even be your last. while he isn’t the kind of person to mull over someone else’s words, specially if that person is shidou, what he said still rings clear in his head. there was some kind of history between you and the antenna-head that he wanted to know. perhaps out of curiosity. maybe out of a sickly emotion he is forced to call worry.

setting down two plates and a cup in front of him, you both sit down in silence. while you drowned your pancakes in syrup, rin likes his with a small cube of butter and a light drizzling of honey. not too sweet but not plain either.

he comes up with a list of things you do that are totally opposite to him. from the smile on your face to the permanent scowl on his, or the way you start your mornings with a sugary breakfast, it all reminds him of how different you are to him. and although he may be cold and honest, you were a mixture of three things: warm, inviting, and worst of all, incredibly enigmatic.

he wishes he could go into your mind and understand the world through your eyes.

“you’re thinking hard about something,” alongside your sticky, syrupy pancakes, you cut through his thoughts, “care to tell your partner?”

using his knife, he flicks the butter around his plate. it slides across the warm, pillowy pancake, leaving behind a golden layer. he presses his lips together, unsure of what to say. he would rather die than say anything related to his feeble emotions. but he just can’t help it. not when you’re looking at him with eyes that could melt him like ice cream on a hot summer day.

“what is your relationship to shidou?”

he hears the same hum once more, the sound trailing upwards as if you caught a funny joke, “there wasn’t anything between us. he was my partner before i met you.”

“so i’ve heard.”

he stabs through his stack of pancakes, carefully picking apart any small movements in your face. unlike his relationship with sae, you treated your partnership so casually, as if saying you’ll be together for life was just fishing bait. he thinks you were just nothing but a partner to shidou. someone he could use to channel his explosive attitude. but the more he considers it, the more it feels like it was the other way around.

he only knows a few things about you.

one, you are a special case amongst other meisters at the dwma academy. on your first trial mission with him, supervised by ego and a nurse named anri, he noted the way your wavelength constantly fluctuated to accommodate for his movements. while some people might describe their wavelength relationship to be like walking on three legs, being with you made it feel closer to two, and that he was the one in control. fighting with you was completely different from sae. although you were both calm and collected meisters with an unprecedented amount of talent, being with you made him feel lighter than air.

it was easy for you to wield any weapon in the school with this kind of skill. and while powerful in itself, it still needed a weapon to be channeled. this led to you having a multitude of partners throughout the years, with shidou being one of many, and rin being your most recent addition.

two, you like food sweet enough to rot your teeth. this was picked up after living with you. from afternoon teas to late night drinks underneath the moon, you preferred your life to be sweeter than candy. after every mission, you made it a habit to take a piece of candy from your pocket, handing it off to him like a child who didn’t cry at the dentist.

he typically found cabinets full of store bought candy you used your hard earnings on. he thought it was a waste of money until one fateful night. after a hard day of fighting kishin after kishin, you gave him the same strawberry candy you carried in your pocket. although it should have been nothing out of the ordinary, laying on the ground, heaving because of exhaustion. with your hand grazing his, the sweet taste of strawberries was the greatest distraction from his hammering heart.

three, you have a strange fascination with him. this fact was more puzzling than the last two mentioned. your love for him was unexplainable. oddly palpable, even. it overflowed into everything you touched. from the ways you held his hand, to the charms you forced, but never fought against, on his wrist. you were loving in ways he couldn’t understand. it was nothing like the love he felt from sae.

where his older brother was obligated in one way or another to take care of him, you did so without a second thought. when he is in your arms, you’re kind and gentle. you don’t whip him around, expecting him to follow up your perfect movements. you don’t chide him for not being fast enough. you don’t scorn him for not being good enough. and most importantly of all, you love him despite all the flaws that litter him.

it keeps rin from sinking into the black pool that plagues the depths of his mind. the same one that has him questioning when everything will come crashing down. just counting the seconds before it all gets taken away from him.

“what happened between you and him?”

you turn to him, “things didn’t work out.” your answer was simple, like he expected. he doesn’t know whether or not to be annoyed with himself for being right, or you for being too easy to read. “decided on a whim i wanted a new partner.”

“thats it?”

raising your eyebrow, you chuckle, “is there something you want to know, rin?”

your voice trickles down on him like honey. it coats his throat, silencing any words he prepared on a silver platter for you. he feels he’s drowning in your saccharine sweetness. the smell of almonds tethering the line between candy goodness and poisonous danger. it doesn’t help that your laugh is just as sugary as the rest of you.

he bites down on his fork, keeping his eyes averted.

“not really.”

“you’re a bad liar, you know that?”

“there’s nothing to lie about.”

you lean back into your chair, “you want to know more about me and shidou,” balancing a fork on your plate you let it dance around. similarly to a ballerina, the silver utensil slowly spins in place. the individual tongs act as legs as it falls into a hypnotic rhythm.

“you want to know what it was like, how long we’ve been working together, what jobs we went on,” the clock’s ticking sound seems to have grown louder because its counting down as if it were a bomb in his ears, “and if we lived together, like you and i do.”

wordlessly, he drops his fork, picking up his cup to drink the smoothie you made for him. he wishes you didn’t buy him matching cups from the market because every time he sees it, every thought becomes harder to keep. he wipes away at the corner of his lips, sighing. he hates that you know the exact way he likes his protein shakes.

from the other side of the table, you revel in what you can only describe as complicated feelings. although nothing has been said, the look of dismissal and embarrassment on his face gave you more than enough information to understand the turmoil in his head. he thinks you’re too good at this. too good at picking apart his expressions, fighting for answers beneath his skin.

“and?”

“nothing,” your hand waves itself around, “i just thought it was cute of you to ask.”

with your slumped figure, you drag your foot across the wooden floor, coming dangerously close to his own leg. he can feel some of the thin hairs on his skin stand up from your sly actions.

“do you want to know?”

“about?”

“me and shidou.”

“are you going to tell me?”

there is a foxy look in your eyes that he can only chalk up to mere amusement.

“i guess there really isn’t much to it. we just became a pair because there wasn’t anyone that liked him enough to be his partner. he marched to the beat of his own drum.” you hum, chewing on your food slow and tentatively, “we did a lot of private jobs given to us by the headmaster. something similar to the ones your brother went on.”

like a moth to a flame, he’s hooked onto the last part of your sentence. with just the slightest mention, only for a second, his entire body flamed up like a fever waiting to burst.

“what were they?”

“can’t say. it’s been a while.” your plain response causes him to kick your shin from underneath the table. your left eye winces but you continue eating, nonetheless, “it was odd kishin jobs that were harder than the ones you see in the academy. nothing too remarkable or memorable.”

you pause for a second, mulling over your words, “it’s a blurry mess. i don’t remember that much from it, other than the fact that i saw sae once or twice.” blinking once, your eyes trail upwards in rin’s direction, “did your brother change because of these jobs?”

“how do you know about that?”

“...sometimes you mumble in your sleep.”

suddenly the frustrated expression on his face fades to humiliation. rin quickly turns his head away, finishing his food quickly and swallowing the last of his drink, all the while you carried a cheeky grin. whatever comes out of your mouth afterwards has his anger fizzing away entirely.

“you drool too.”

“stop talking already.” he has the urge to slap a hand over your mouth, praying that you’d stop talking about useless topics.

“you don’t think its cute?”

“you expect me to think drooling is cute? its gross.”

“don’t be like that rin rin.” getting up from your seat, you skip your way towards him.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you squeeze him tightly to your chest. his heart immediately flat lines at your touch. your hug is warm and all encapsulating. infectious and sickly, just like those pancakes. he hates being in your arms because everything from the dull pain in his wrist to the soreness in his lower back eases away. washed away like sand on his feet.

“i think its cute when you do it.”

having weaseled your way into his life, you’re like a constant stream of water. while difficult to read at times, he wants to say he knows you better than anyone else. correction, he wants to know more about you. he wants to know why you’re here, digging your claws into him underneath this shared roof. from the way you carry yourself to what exactly brought you to dwma in the first place. he wants to unravel the strings that weave you into the person you are today.

even though he wants to push you away from the thorns that adorn his heart, he wants to pull you even closer, and say that you’ll be his forever. not only as his meister but a partner he could use to become better.

because thats the kind of relationship he always yearned for but could never say out loud.

in his weapon form, you’re the only thing pulling him back from the black blood of madness that tempts him every night. he pushes and you pull. swaying one way as you follow. a perfect balance between partners of similar wavelengths.

he is scared something will tip the scales. its a quiet fear that bubbles in the pits of his stomach. tucked away underneath hundreds of layers of bandages around his heart. he wants to say he hates you just so you don’t hurt yourself on the way out. he wants to tell you to stop making his protein shakes in the morning because he doesn’t want you to stay any longer than you should. he wants to push you away when you hold him at night because it makes him want to puke his guts out to you.

yet all of those words don’t mean anything in the end. not in the universe that you’ve nested him in.

so despite these minutes feeling too intimate and almost gum-like in the way it sticks to him, he can’t find the right muscles to run away. he doesn’t know if he wants to. he’s drawn to your presence just like everyone else in your life, stuck within your orbit within arms reach. this relationship he shares with you is so incredibly complicated that its far from lukewarm.

he swallows before asking, lacing uncertainty through his words, “what color is my soul?”

tightening the hold around him, you lean in closer, drawing your hand down his chest. he sees the silver pendant on your wrist as it dangles and clammers with a light ‘clink’ noise. he believes his heart and soul might be opposite colors, the latter being an ugly shade of red.

“it’s blue.”

resting his head against yours, he breathes in your scent as your heart rate steadies alongside his. if things get too comfortable, he might end up transforming back into his weapon form to keep you from seeing the redness in his ears.

“really?”

“mhm,” his ears perk up at your mumbling voice, “you have a very pure-hearted soul.”

“even after everything?”

“despite everything.”

reaching out with your hand, you turn his head towards you. he instinctively leans into your touch. his teal eyes finally make contact with yours after what seemed to be a long, drawn out breakfast. the expression on your face makes him feel like he’s going to melt into the lovesick slobs he’s seen on numerous television shows. it makes the syrup on his plate all the more sticky and gross.

“its the prettiest i’ve ever seen.”

you drop your arm, gliding it across his body. it drags from his shoulders to his biceps, to the lower part of his elbow, and ending at the silver jewelry adorning both your wrists. a skull pendant, gifted to him the first day you became partners. a rather simple accessory that weighs heavy on him.

turning his palm over, he lets you intertwine your fingers with his. a soft mutter of your name dancing on the tip of his tongue.

“we’ll be partners, forever.”

✦

after breakfast, rin doesn’t think too much about your relationship with shidou. perhaps to some extent, he drowned it in the back of his mind, focusing on finishing his daily yoga and meditation before the day officially starts.

while he was fixed at the center of the living room, having pushed the coffee table off to the side, you sat on the couch with a book in your hands. it was normal for the two of you to stay indoors during your day off. unless there needed to be some kind of shopping done to refill the fridge, you’d laze around in the bedroom or living room. you’d oftentimes kick your feet up when you’re laying on your stomach, something he had found terribly bad for his heart, finally getting to the books you’ve been putting off reading.

before the coffee gets cold, he remembers buying you the rest of the series from your local bookstore after you expressed interest in it. the concept of the story was relatively simple: you can go back in time as long as the coffee stays warm. you’ve asked him before what he would do if he could go back in time, but the only thing that comes to mind is wanting to fight sae.

he exhales slowly. work is tiring and never ending. the shinigami’s list was always growing and there will always be time to do them later, is what you always say.

out of the corner of his eye, the mirror in your living room space warps as your professor connects with you on the other line, tapping on the reflective surface. ego peers into the room, eyes dry like fish. alongside rin, the two of you sit up straight. rin is leaning his back against the seat of the couch with your right knee lightly touching his right shoulder.

“good morning,” he claps his hands together, “do you have time to talk about your recent progress?”

rin rolls his eyes, “you’ve already called us on our day off. what is it that you need?”

ego narrows his eyes but continues talking, “congratulations on reaching the halfway point. you only need forty-three more souls until you’re getting closer to becoming a death weapon, itoshi rin.” this sparks another huff from the man, “i assume based on the look on your face, you think you’re ready to become death’s weapon. is that correct?”

“of course i am, did you come here to lecture me about something i already know? or will you tell me something useful,” rin says with upmost confidence, “whatever comes our way, i’ll kill it.”

“i assumed you’d say that. and you’d be right. out of everyone in your class, the two of you might be the first ones to get a witch’s soul. i’m not here to tell you what to do,” ego leans forward in his chair.

“only that with this new milestone comes challenges that will have you considering taking risks and sacrifices.”

“what are you getting at?”

“you both already know about the influx of kishin souls roaming the city.these are much harder than than the ones you’ve been running into recently. if you lose to any one of them, it means certain death for you both. but that is not the only thing you need to worry about,” using a projection, he opens his hand to show you a small diagram of a woman. she floats right above his open palm, broomstick and all. “witches are beginning to notice you, making you a prime target for pickings.”

“and although you might not be ready to face one yet, the possibility of encountering one is high.”

before rin can say anything, possibly to rebut ego’s assumptions, you squeeze his shoulder with one hand. he looks up at you, eyes widening a millimeter when he sees an unfamiliar, dark shadow over your eyes.

witches were another kind of monster. there were a lot of them, possibly a lot more than the dwma can ever consider. and while some of them may be weak, it still leaves out a large group of highly capable magic users out of the picture. they’re immensely powerful, so much so that consuming only one witch soul is enough to fully transform a weapon into a tool of mass destruction.

ego looks over to you, “have you made any progress on your soul resonance?”

when you shake your head, his frown deepens. “i see,” scratching the back of his neck he drones, “so you’ve yet to unlock each others full potential despite being partners for two years. that is an awfully long time,” he narrows his eyes, flickering from you and rin, “i hope to see something.”

“before i sign off, i need to tell you one more thing.”

“what else is there?” rin barks.

“madness,” ego says, “there will be madness coming your way.”

rin blinks. madness. he’s heard it in passing. every living thing, meisters and weapons alike, have a special force living inside of them. not only does it control your emotions, but it could influence personal strength as well, making it an important playing card to any fight.

a small percentage of people have the power to control their madness using wavelength. this in turn, could also awaken someone else’s madness within them.

“if you were to possibly tap into this, understand that there will be sacrifices made. whether it be your life or someone elses,” he grimaces, “it is a double-edged sword. so consider the life of your meister, itoshi rin.”

“whatever you say.”

ego doesn’t look surprised, knowing to some intent this was the kind of personality he was setting up from the beginning. regardless, your professor sends you one last look, one that has you tensing up in your seat, fingers grasping onto the cushion of the couch.

he mouths a few words: a witch is coming for you.

a shiver runs down your spine. like a spike it drives itself deep into your heart and out from the other side of your chest, letting you to bleed out helplessly like a doe.

ego officially signs off for the day. your living room mirror goes back to its usual dull appearance. unlike you, rin wasn’t bothered at all by ego’s words. if anything, he felt more determined than ever to continue fighting. if this newfound power could be weaponized, perhaps it will give him the edge he needed to surpass sae. when he glances back at you, the veins in his fingers tensed.

that night, you sleep with your back turned, leaving his arms bare and cold. its relatively quiet if not for the crow pecking at the window, looking into the bedroom as you held your head, a tremble raking down your bones.

#₊˚ ᗢ ruruumin #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader

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wonubby · 2 days ago

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fell in luv - itoshi rin

CHAPTER 01: OTOYA GOT HIS ASS BEAT

SYPNOSIS Rin Itoshi thought life was all about football—until Y/N L/N and their chaotic group of friends proved otherwise. Now, he’s stuck navigating late-night hangouts, dumb arguments, and way too much teasing—all while somehow being hopelessly in love. It’s a story of laughter, love, and Rin just trying (and failing) to keep his cool.

a/n: first part of the series!!! i hope you all enjoy and thank you so much to those who liked/reblogged the first post

written part after all the pics!

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the sound of laughter blended with the breeze as the group of teens lounged together, soaking in their thursday afternoon. rin’s gaze kept drifting to the girl across from him, drawn to her warm smile and sleepy eyes as she spoke. when her eyes met his, she gave him that same soft smile. caught in the act, rin’s face burned with embarrassment, and before he could think, he shot to his feet.

"i… i uh, i'm gonna head home. i need to get up early for training," rin stammered, his cheeks tinged with a faint pink as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

a small frown dented y/n's face at his sudden change in demeanour. with a sigh, she stood up, facing him with a playful pout. "come on, rinnie, you can't leave so soon," she whined, her voice laced with disappointment.

rin hesitated, his fingers still lingering at the nape of his neck as he avoided her gaze. “i really should go…” he mumbled, though his voice lacked conviction. the warmth in her eyes made it harder to leave, and the way she said his name sent an unfamiliar flutter through his chest.

y/n huffed, stepping closer. “just a little longer?” she pressed, tilting her head. “the night’s still young, and besides…” she tugged gently at his sleeve, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “you still owe me from when you left my house early last time.”

rin’s lips parted slightly, caught between the urge to stay and the instinct to retreat. he could feel the expectant stares of the others, waiting to see if he’d cave. after a beat of silence, he exhaled in defeat, dropping his hand from his neck.

“…fine. but just for a little while,” he muttered, refusing to meet her eyes.

y/n beamed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back down beside her. “that’s the spirit! now, where were we?” she grinned, settling in close, her shoulder just barely brushing against his.

rin swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of the space—or lack thereof—between them. training could wait just a little longer.

"ah, there he goes again, giving in so easily," otoya teased, leaning back on his hands with a smirk. "rin, you're getting soft."

"shut up," rin muttered, crossing his arms as he looked away, his ears burning.

yukimiya chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "you say that, but we all saw how fast you sat back down."

naomi nudged riya with her elbow, giggling. "he acts all serious, but y/n has him wrapped around her finger."

"obviously," riya agreed, grinning. "it's kind of cute, though."

rin groaned, rubbing his temples. "can we talk about something else?"

"alright, alright, leave the poor guy alone," yukimiya said with an amused chuckle, watching rin sink further into himself. "he’s already regretting staying."

"as he should," otoya grinned, leaning forward. "but, hey, since we're all here, might as well keep the fun going. someone tell a story or something."

"oh! i have one!" naomi piped up, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "but it's kind of embarrassing..."

"even better," riya laughed, nudging her. "spill."

naomi hesitated for a moment before groaning. "fine. so, last week, i was rushing to practice, right? and i tripped—like full-on face-planted—right in front of coach. but instead of helping me up, he just looked at me and went, 'get up, naomi. this is why we work on balance training.'"

the group burst into laughter, even rin couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped past his lips.

"damn, no sympathy at all," otoya wheezed. "brutal."

"right?" naomi groaned, hiding her face in her hands. "it was so bad."

y/n giggled, leaning against rin’s shoulder slightly without even realizing it. "at least you can laugh about it now," she said, smiling at her friend.

rin stiffened at the sudden contact, his heart stuttering in his chest. he glanced down at y/n, but she was too busy laughing with the others to notice. his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he exhaled and looked away, his fingers curling slightly against his knee.

maybe staying a little longer wasn’t so bad after all.

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nimbus-notes · 1 day ago

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here’s a cut snippet from my violinist!rin fic:

Rin touches your hand, turning it over palm-up within his own. He traces the softness of your skin, the tenderness of your palm, smoothing up to your calloused fingertips where the harp’s strings cut in.

“Ow.”

“Does it hurt?” He looks up at you, his eyes twin pools of Alaskan waters. “Sore?”

“Not really. A bit of phantom pain, I think. It looks raw, in a way.”

He studies the faint pink marks, evidence of your determination and drive. Your commitment and victories, your losses and revision.

He raises your hand closer to his face. You shiver when you feel his breath on your skin, warm and soft, like the lavender matcha you’d shared at the coffeehouse. He kisses your fingertips tenderly, one by one, over each thin welt.

“Rin,” you breathe.

He meets your gaze from under dark, downy lashes.

“Better?”

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narcjsistx · 2 days ago

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𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

part twelve: childhood || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

02: PAST, YESTERDAY

characters presentation || last part || next part ; words: 1k

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

"When did you decide to play the guitar? I've never seen you here" you say to the child, putting your bass in the case "I started a few weeks ago. How about you?" he asks, and you think about it "I've been playing my bass for a long time now, I was 5 when I started!" You say, smiling at him, and he nods before walking back with his group

That Sae Itoshi was weird, but really good with his guitar. His guitar teacher always talked to your bass teacher about how he was a phenomenon, that's why you decided to talk to him for the first time, but he didn't seem particularly interested in you. Maybe he's shy, but you don't know

"Wait, Itoshi!" you say running towards him, the bass weighing on your shoulders "I'm convinced I can handle the speed with which you play your guitar, I can be your bassist!" you say, and he seems to think about it “Are you good?” he asks raising an eyebrow, and you nod "Many say that I am the best bassist of my age, in our music school" you say a little embarrassed. You see him a little perplexed as he takes the case over his shoulder "Do you have anything to do this afternoon?" he asks, and you shake your head to say no, following him with a smile on your face

As you walk towards Sae's house, you think about how you ended up in this situation: you don't even know why you care so much about being his bassist, but you think that he is capable of giving you notes that can make you electrify. You've been playing bass for 5 years now, and when you heard that the new guitarist at the music school you go was looking for some good bass players, you took the opportunity. Sae is 12 years old, a little older than you, but he already seems to be great at what he does; you have fairly high expectations, both on his part and on your part

"Come, we can go to the garage" says the child entering a small garden, taking a path that surrounds the road, which leads to the back. You follow him, looking around curiously, noticing how the outside of the house is very nice. When you arrive at the back Sae takes you into the already open garage, which overlooks a very well-kept garden, probably from her mother "You can connect your bass to that speaker. Shall we try some songs?" he asks, plugging in his guitar, and you nod, following the order that he gave you “You start, I'll join you and give you the right rhythm. After all, that's what the bass does"

Sae begins, and after a few seconds you join him: you both start playing a strong melody from a song you studied in music school, one you particularly like. Even though you've never played together you seem to have been doing it for a long time, as if a chemical reaction had taken place between your bass and his guitar. Play for minutes on end, until you reach the end

“That was so cool!” you say happy, but he doesn't seem to share the same happiness, despite being calm "It was nice. Let's try again with something else" he says, and you nod getting into position, yours fingers on the bass keys. For the second time you start playing without any problems, and you feel so happy to finally have someone who can give you emotions when he plays: you've been playing for a while, you know how it works to be paired with someone for a duet, you've always gotten along well with everyone because you're talented, but you've never had fun. But now you're doing it, you're not the only one with so much talent. It's satisfying, magical, beautiful

But as you play, you notice how someone is peeking from the last step of the garage stairs, the ones that probably lead to the first floor

Finished playing, Sae puts down the guitar, climbing onto the first step "Rin!" he says, and you are confused "If you are interested, you can come down. Observing is rude" says Itoshi, and a child comes out from behind the door, that is, from where he was hiding while he was looking at you "Sorry, Nii San" says the child coming down the stairs, looking down and apologetic

Seeing him like this, he is probably his younger brother; he could be your age, since you should be more or less the same height. He is quite different from Sae, except for the marked undereyelashes, perhaps a symbol of the Itoshi family: he has dark green hair, teal eyes and chubby cheeks. He is quite a bit shorter than Sae, that's why you're convinced he's his younger brother

When he reaches the garage floor, after going down the stairs, his gaze shifts to you: you observe each other for a few seconds, you curious about him and him for who knows what reason, which however doesn't make him look away

"Rin, I told you it's rude to stare. Introduce yourself to her" Sae says, walking over, placing a hand on his shoulder. Rin becomes serious again, standing up straight "I'm Rin Itoshi. I'm Sae's younger brother" the boy says, and Sae nods "He's 10, you should be the same age, right?" he asks, and you nod "I have 10 too, yeah"

Rin's gaze continually shifts between you and your bass as he stands a few feet away from you. You look at him curiously "Do you like my bass?" you ask, moving closer, and he takes a few steps back "Oh, yes" he says uncertainly, but you don't seem bothered by his uncertainty "Do you play an instrument too?" you ask, and Sae walks away, returning to his guitar, which he puts back on

“He said he wants to start sing-” Sae says, but is cut off from the ringing voice of his brother

"I want to play bass"

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hrts4nagi · 15 hours ago

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she's the man! smau

she's the man inspired au.

pairing :: itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis :: hiori y/n is devastated after the news of the girls soccer team being cut from the sport program and unable to join the boys team. to rub more salt on the wound, she just broke off with her long-time boyfriend. devising a plan, she disguises herself as her twin brother to take his place at blue lock academy, an all-male prep school.

what she doesn’t expect is falling in love with the academy’s star player.

status :: ongoing

warnings :: slight crack. kys jokes & swearing

intro ::

prologue

profiles

chapters ::

'☆' have written parts!

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tag list :: @x3nafix @sugacor3 @yanderebluelockfan @lucid1tty @x-vivi-v @shydefendorcoffee

a/n :: tag list is open! feel free to comment to be added :>

#☆⌒(ゝ。∂)#itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #blue lock smau #blue lock x reader #socmed au #blue lock x you #rin x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock oneshots #bllk x reader #bllk x you

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anodetoswag · 1 day ago

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𝔎𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔠

𝐼𝓉𝑜𝓈𝒽𝒾 𝑅𝒾𝓃 & 𝐼𝓉𝑜𝓈𝒽𝒾 𝒮𝒶𝑒

❀﹒Notes: Childhood friends, coming of age, angst (shocker), humor, fluff maybe if you squint. open ending.

𓍯 W.C. 2.2 K

Synopsis: Growing up and growing apart seem to go hand in hand.

The Reds

“Are you sure I can’t come?”

Sae shakes his head. The back and forth had been going on for a while and the brothers were both refusing to budge. “It’s a horror movie, you won’t like that sort of thing.”

That was just one reason to not take Rin along. Though Sae wasn’t eager to reveal the other, more crucial one.

The older Itoshi steps back, giving himself a once over in the mirror. Rin continues his whining in the background but the sound of the doorbell draws both boys to pause their respective actions in favor of peeking out of the door of their room to see you climbing the stairs two at a time.

“Are you done yet or what?”

Rin’s mood seems to sour further at your appearance for it often followed his brother being too preoccupied with you and seemingly forgetting about him completely.

“Why’re you here?” It’s no secret that your mere existence doesn’t sit well with the younger Itoshi. Not like you try to get along with him either. If anything, you seem to take some obscene joy in ruffling his feathers.

Sae shakes his head in disapproval. “Don’t talk to them like that.”

Rin huffs, crossing his arms across his chest. You grin, ever the opportunist at pestering the boy. “That’s right, don’t take that tone with your elders.”

“You’re the biggest baby I know,” Rin fumes.

“Rin,” his brother warns. This has the child throwing you a nasty look while muttering ‘they started it.’ but otherwise stays quiet.

You pull Sae out of the house, talking about something Rin isn’t particularly interested in knowing. Your figures fade over the horizon and part of Rin wonders if his brother likes you a little more than he likes him.

The Oranges

Rin doesn’t understand why Sae was so adamant on having you accompany them to the airport. He’s young but even he understands this is one of those family only occasions. Only those select few that Sae holds closest to his heart. Then again, maybe Sae does hold you close to his heart.

Is it more than him though? Is the nameless connection you share with Sae deeper than his own fraternal bond? Soccer is one thing they both adore, Rin likes to think it’s their thing; a secret that cannot; or rather should not be tainted by any outsider.

You play with them often. Not as good as Sae but as far as Rin is concerned, nobody is as good as Sae. You’re better at it than Rin though. Sae tells him that he just needs more practice. His mother tries to placate him by saying it’s because you’re older. That when he’s older, he’ll get better. Personally, he prefers Sae’s reasoning.

Rin has heard Sae’s friends tease him about you. His brother only ignores them and you turn your head the other way if you ever notice them making faces at you. You’re both similar in that sense, Rin supposes that’s why you two get along.

But soccer obviously trumps whatever silly schtick you and Sae have. Once he gets better at it, there’s no doubt Sae will prefer him over you.

“I got you snacks for the trip,” you hold out the bag with thinly veiled self gratification. There’s a distinctly drawn Kazuhiko on the post-aid taped to it.

Sae takes the bag from you with a word of gratitude and an amused smile. Rin wonders briefly if he is currently bearing witness to an intimate moment. Unlike the cheesy scenes on TV, there isn’t a kiss shared between the two of you; nothing that denotes affection outwardly but the way you look at each other is enough. Rin doesn’t quite grasp the labyrinthine details of this dynamic but he can make out there’s something.

Even as Sae walks towards the gates of the airport, you shed not a single tear but only wave until you lose sight of him. Rin waves harder, just to one up you in this childish feud you seem too occupied to even take notice of.

The Yellows

Rin is sprawled on the grass, chest heaving with the need for more air. Despite the obvious fatigue, his will remains absolute.

“Again.”

You look down from where you’re sitting beside him in the grass, knees propped up and arms supporting your weight from the back.

“No way, it’s getting way too hot.”

With Sae gone, you’ve been trying to fill in the role of a good elder sibling figure. To Rin, you’re only worth as much as you can help him improve. He plays at school but one on one afternoons with you help him learn better. But it’s more than just that; having you around is so irksome that he misses Sae a little less. Not that you can fill the older Itoshi’s shoes. Sae is the kindest big brother in the world, the best in every way a person can be. While you are…you. No, it’s just that he gets so caught up in these nonsensical dissents that it makes Rin momentarily forget that his brother isn’t here.

You push yourself off the ground, dusting the back of your shorts. He’s left to pick up the ball and trudge behind you.

The afternoon is spent with you chatting his ear off about your texts with Sae over a glass of lemonade. His brother tells you more than he tells Rin and you make sure to let that fact be crystal clear despite never actually saying the words . It only solidifies the opinion that you’re truly the most heinous being to walk this earth.

“Will you come tomorrow,” he interjects at some point, unable to withstand this contemporary form of torture.

“Don’t know,” you shrug. “Honestly, I’ve taught you all I know.”

Inwardly, the admission has him preening. It’s the closest you have come to capitulating.

You return the next day, as you always do despite never committing to it. Rin scores that morning and you have him celebrate with the ice cream you promised.

The Greens

Your visits dwindle down eventually. Everyday turns into every other day, then weekly until finally they stop entirely. Initially Rin was certain you were just a bitter loser but then you stop coming to play with the neighborhood kids too.

The questions are answered only when he overhears a conversation between his mother and yours. How you were so caught up in your studies that it doesn’t leave any time for much else with having been accepted into a reputed high school. Then proceeds to add how you mentioned Sae to be immersed in his training in Madrid since the phone calls and texts have become less frequent that she recalls.

Somehow Rin finds this preposterous. But before he can think more of the troubles that come with growing up, contemplate the sorrows of the fleeting existence of some people in our lives, his mother’s laugh rings in the air.

“It's all part of growing up, temporary. They’ll find their way back to each other when time calls for it.”

For the better or worse, he lets himself believe in them.

The Blues

“To me you’re nothing but a nuisance. Just a little brother who’s a pain in the neck. Get lost, I don’t need you in my life.”

Sae walks further, only then noticing you standing in the dark. He walks past you but stops a few feet away to look over his shoulder when you don’t follow after him.

“Are you coming,” there’s an expectant look in his eyes. You’re suddenly made all too aware of the fact that you’re at crossroads.

Sae always does what he wants. It’s how prodigies work; they march to the rhythm of their own drum even if the tune is closer to noise for everyone else. Rin does what Sae wants him to do. Now that you think about it, that doesn’t seem very fair.

And then there’s you, unsure of where you stand in this world. Unsure which turn is the correct one.

You don’t walk towards either of them but your body angles towards Rin and Sae knows you’ve made your decision even before you say the words.

“In a bit. You go on.”

And so he walks off. You stay behind to pick up the pieces.

Rin doesn’t meet your eyes, only keeps them on the floor. Not that it makes a difference. You can tell he’s heartbroken. Maybe that's what being thirteen is about.

You want to comfort him, tell him it’s how siblings are. They squabble and scratch and throttle each other. If not today, not tomorrow then someday they’ll return to each other, return home. But somehow, you feel it’d do more harm than good by undermining his feelings at the moment so settle for something simpler.

“Let’s go home,” you coax. “It’s cold.” He wants to but his legs feel leaden. Then you take him by the arm to steer him out of the snow. He offers no resistance.

You stay beside him the whole time, unwilling to leave him alone in his current state. For the first time in all these years he has known you, you stay silent, gaze fixed straight ahead on the open road. The grief subsides, not entirely but enough for him to take notice of the way your clothes fit differently and the way the area under your eyes seems darker than he ever recalls seeing.

If this is growing up, Rin isn't sure if he wants to anymore.

The Indigoes

Maybe some things never change. Rin was always second, back when Sae seemed to care more about you than him. And now when the roles are reversed, he still remains the second option. Or at least in those moments, those out of body experiences, he feels that way.

You still hangout with Sae. Rin convinces himself that he doesn’t care, until he spots you both idling around. The occasional quirk of his lips and whatever little tenderness that Sae seems to still be capable of in the depths of his frigid heart, all of it is reserved for you.

Naturally, you hangout with Rin too, having returned to being insufferable as before, if not more. A feat he didn’t even think was humanly possible.

Rin should have been content with this, content with your time together but he’s not. He’s angry, so, so impossibly angry; at Sae, at himself, at the universe. Not you though, ironically. In fact, nowadays you’re the only creature that seems to bring him tranquility in the only way you know; by being so vexing that he forgets all worldly troubles.

So he decides to be covetous. He’s sick of being second. As a child, it was simply aggravating. Now though, it feels nauseous.

It’s only fair. Sae has forsaken you both but Rin was here all along, he’s still here and he will be here even after Sae leaves for Spain.

The Violets

Sae’s departure allows Rin to monopolize your time. Or at least what is left after you’re done hunched over your books.

He’ll come over or ask you to visit instead, making up something about needing help with some schoolwork. It’s the easiest way to let your parents free you temporarily from the prison that is your room and it lets him keep some semblance of dignity. Besides, your tutoring isn’t half bad when you’re not actively trying to screw with him.

“Picture this,” you start. “You’re in a dark stadium. So dark in fact that you can’t even see the ball… The only way you can find out is by kicking another ball at it so when it hits, the other ball moves and let’s just say it can light up momentarily on contact with the second ball. But then the first ball moves forward and out somewhere. While it was still, its velocity was obviously zero since it wasn’t covering any displacement. But now that it’s in motion, it has some velocity. Only problem is that we don’t know what it is. And that’s why the position of the ball and its velocity cannot be determined simultaneously.”

Rin looks at the open textbook before him. “Did you just replace ‘electron’ with ‘ball’?”

“Did you get it this time?”

You watch his face scrunch up in distaste. It’s a ridiculous sort of expression, like he’s constipated. “Yes,” a begrudging admission falls from his lips.

“New game, take a shot everytime I say ‘ball’. But anyway, that’s Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle.”

“The only thing I’m uncertain about is your mental stability.”

“Says the one who likes to play with balls alongside twenty one other guys.”

“...Get out.”

You smile, clearly pleased at yourself. Rin keeps a straight face, for one he genuinely doesn’t find this genre of humor particularly funny, especially not with how repetitive that joke is. Besides, it’ll only enable you.

“Laughing isn’t taxed, y’know?”

“...” “And even if it was, you could pay with Sae’s money.”

“Like he’s going to give me any.”

“That’s what bank fraud is for.”

A brief quirk graces Rin’s lips. He tries to wipe off the traces but it’s clearly too late. You make a thespian display of it for the rest of the week.

Rin fears you’ll hold it over his head for the rest of your lives. Though if that assures that your existence will be bound to his, maybe it's worth the headaches that come with your company.

Constructive is always welcome and appreciated. This work has a lot of analogies, I'm not sure if I managed to capture all of it so feel free to ask in case of confusion.

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