#rin and yumi

[yuzurins]

# i’m smitten with the thought of you

itoshi rin x gn!reader. sae and rin don’t have an estranged relationship. childhood friends to (eventual) lovers. crack don’t take this too srsly pls

“rin, say ahh!” you hold out a spoonful of cake in front of his face.

“shut the fuck up.” rin pouts, turning his head away from you.

you snicker, but your hand doesn’t falter. “come on! you know you want it~” you tease, dragging the end of the sentence as if you were talking to a small child.

he keeps his mouth shut, and you gush internally at the fact that he’s blatantly sulking. rin will never beat the allegations for being the cutest boy ever, even if he’s not the same as the sweet little boy you knew years ago.

desperately trying to hold back a laugh, you purse your lips and mimic rin’s little pout. “you used to listen to me much more obediently when you were younger.”

“you-“ you shoved the spoon into his mouth as soon as you get the chance. rin reluctantly complies but is quick to complain after. “that’s foul!”

you raise an eyebrow. “and that’s what the naughty boys get. tsk tsk.”

it’s obvious you don’t understand how wrongly your words could be interpreted by the way your expression stays unwavering. perhaps it was your dense disposition, or the fact that you’ve known rin since he was a kid in preschool.

rin thinks he’s being — and has been — painfully obvious about his feelings, yet you still fail to notice the faint blush creeping onto his face. even sae found out about it, and rin had to fight for his life to defend himself.

“rin. that’s practically incest-“

“oh my god nii-chan, you know that’s not true!”

sae can think you’re like a sibling to him, but rin doesn’t. in fact, he has never. he can’t deny that he’s had a crush on you the moment you were introduced to him as sae’s friend, and though it might seem like it was just puppy love, his current actions can prove that it isn’t.

“and you used to be so well-behaved back then.” you sigh dramatically. “did you know you would stick to me all the time, and get super jealous whenever i did anything with sae?”

the younger boy scoffs, standing up to go get a drink of water to make sure he doesn’t go insane from your ruthless teasing.

“hey! don’t run away!” you smile, eyes twinkling in amusement, as you get up to follow him. “it was really cute, i swear!”

choosing not the humour you, rin continues on with his task (that he could not care less about), humming in response.

you stand next to him and watch, occasionally feeling the need to poke him. starting from his arm, you string a line of pokes all the way up to his face, where you change your stance to pinch his cheek, a frequent action of endearment you used to do when you were younger.

needless to say, you were not expecting rin to grab your hand so promptly. and you most definitely were not expecting him to then lean towards you, not stopping until his face was merely an inch away.

“woah-“ you exhale as you stumble back slightly. he’s close enough for you to study all the details of his face, from the strands of his hair to the sharp curve of his jaw. he towers over you, his broad shoulders wide enough to engulf you completely into his presence. it’s funny, this scene is the complete opposite of what it was like as children, your roles entirely switched.

your breath hitches as his gaze locks onto yours, showing you all his pent-up feelings over the years for the first time. he’s determined, you can tell at least that much, but what surprises you the most is how dilated his pupils are; his eyes are begging to let you know his story, one of his long, endless pining for you, and you only.

it goes without saying you weren’t ignorant enough to overlook the reality that rin grew up, that he’s matured now. would it be cowardly for you to admit that you have indeed taken notice of his feelings at times, but refused to act on them in fear of losing him? what if you were wrong? what if rin didn’t like you that way? there was too much on the line, and you didn’t want to risk every memory you’ve made with him and sae for the past 12 years.

like an unspoken condition between you two, rin also knows the risks. he knows, but he’s so smitten it’s driving him insane. you’re a risk that he’s willing to take, and he’s had his mind made up since the beginning.

“yeah?” he whispers. “how about now?”

dumbstruck, you nod absentmindedly in response. almost like you were under a spell, and rin was the mastermind enchanting you.

rin smirks at the sight of your face heating up and flushing to a light red. “you still think i’m cute, y/n?”

“the cutest ever.” you’re quick to recover, flashing a small smile of your own. shameless, but you refuse to concede now. “care to prove me wrong, itoshi?”

“what the fuck are you two doing in the kitchen, oh my god.” sae deadpans. “rin, please pick and choose a better time to confess your feelings, thanks.”

you jump. rin groans.

“you need to pick and choose a better time to interrupt, THANK YOU.” rin scowls, letting go of your hand. the sudden withdrawal of his warmth disappoints you, but you smile nonetheless hearing their brotherly antics.

sae’s impassive, walking in between the two of you to refill his own water. “you two forgot all about me, i was getting worried that rin might’ve killed y/n or something.”

“as if!” rin rolls his eyes. “get out of here, at least let me finish.”

shooting him a quick side-eye, sae smirks at his little brother. “okay loverboy, just make sure to not make a mess in the kitchen.” and he swiftly makes an exit before any further retaliation.

“i hate him.”

“you know you don’t.”

rin sighs, closing his eyes for a few seconds.“i guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

you laugh, and grab his hand to play with his fingers, a not very subtle attempt to hide your beet red face. “think it was obvious enough, rinnie.”

his heart throbs at your use of his childhood nickname. “took you long enough.”

“so, will you continue to show me how cute you are?” you ponder as you look up at rin.

“stop treating me like a child, jeez.” and that pout is back onto his face once again. “i’ll show you anything you want, but i’ll make sure you won’t see me as just a cute little boy anymore.”

a/n: this was so crack of me. not proofread btw i wrote this in one sitting. ^_^ @kouyun <3

[ladylyra]

hey so you know how i only designed two gijinkas for sv. well anyways this was the rest of my team sorry for keeping this secret

[avfanatics]

AV DEBUT AUGUST 2024

Yoda Rin 与田りん

Nijimura Yumi 虹村ゆみ

Hanazato Akari 花里アカリ

Sakura Suzuka 桜すずか

Futaba Rena 双葉れぇな

[theonewiththecrown]

Now i need someone to protect my baby Riri from some impolites. Anyone?

Kirari, your big sister is bad treated again. Come back and remind this guy who he's talking to.

[sugarcoatedsilly]

what excessive boredom does to an mf:

[occasionaltouhou]

regular touhou #48: yumi may not be my self-insert anymore but that doesn't mean i can't make her suffer in my stead

[p5x-theories]

Another Thieves Den interaction, this time with Rin and Phoebe!

[crescentmoonrider]

Spiral

At first, Rin thinks the sting is nothing big. A puncture from a senbon, poison at the very worst. At first, Rin doesn't realize she is dying. For the prompt : Severed Artery [ @badthingshappenbingo ]

read on AO3

or under the Read More, I'm not your boss

[do mind that this story features anatomic descriptions of injuries to the point it borders on gore]

[the same event from Kakashi's PoV (2018 short fic)]

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At first, Rin only feels a little sting.

She thinks of a senbon, moves her hand to her back pouch to grab the universal antidote she keeps with her at all times – nullifies the most common of poisons, slows more uncommon ones enough that she has the time to work out the proper antidote, and as for the fast-acting rare and powerful ones, well. Not much one can do against those.

Rin moves her hand to her back pouch, and that’s when she realizes she was wrong.

Funnily enough, she sees the blood before she feels the pain – there’s a spray to her right, and for a horrible second she thinks Kakashi or Obito got injured, and then –

Then there’s blood in her eyes, on her face, there’s blood bubbling warm in her throat, against her throat, spilling inside her mouth as it rushes out of her carotid to explore places yet unknown to it.

The wound is numb at first, numb and warm, and Rin’s legs are the same as she drops to her knees without meaning to.

She needs to close it up.

She moves her hand, tries to move her hand, to at least apply pressure even if she can’t get her chakra under control right now – ah, Tsunade-san would be so disappointed, all that extra training only for Rin to fall first and fail to heal herself and, oh, the grass is wet and cold against her cheek, weeds tickling her nose and burning inside her flesh where they scrape against the gaping wound.

That’s an infection risk, she thinks idly.

And then the pain comes, wave after wave as Rin’s blood pushes against the open wall of her skin – muscle, hypodermic fat, dermis, epidermis, bothering the nerves of each layer that has them in every possible way.

There’s a distant voice inside her mind, a memory of a lecture maybe, that tells her the subcutaneous corpuscles wouldn’t be anywhere as sensitive to a constant stream like that of a vein.

Arterial damage is already such a pain to deal with as a medic, blood spilling everywhere in powerful spurts, and so fast too… although, before this, she had never thought about how it feels for the patients.

You learn something every day, it seems.

Another voice, slightly closer than the first, probably coming from the outside of her mind – ? – tells her to hang on. Small hands against her neck, an arm holding her up and oh, she hadn’t noticed how cold she’d got, but the small body against hers is so much warmer than hers, and the heart beating against her back so much faster.

She tells the child – who ? His voice sounds familiar, but her tired mind can’t seem to place it – to put his hand inside, stop the blood from escaping, but all that comes out is a jumbled string of inarticulate moans.

She frowns. That doesn’t sound right.

The same distant lecturing voice speaks of neck muscles commanding the movements of the jaw, speaks of the brain and – right, they covered that in infiltration class too, to knock someone out securely, you should always go for respiratory strangulation, because targeting the blood flow can result in death way too easily, way too fast, without any real control, and –

Rin realizes that she is dying.

Not – not as fast as it would be if both her carotid arteries were out of commission, but she’s already lost – ah, how much blood has she lost ?

She hand inside of her is so warm it almost burns.

Rough cloth scrapes against the walls of her skin as it readjusts to stop more blood from flowing out.

It hurts like hell, but Rin is too tired to complain about the pain.

A voice far away wails, and she – she wants to soothe it and say it will be alright.

She wants it to quiet down so she can sleep.

More blood spills inside her mouth, she thinks. The taste is different, somehow.

It’s… salty ?

How odd.

She is so tired though, so thinking of a reason why just, feels like way too much work.

She closes her eyes instead, hoping to catch up on some sleep before finding out whatever death turns out to be.

The boys will be alright, she knows. She’ll miss them, though.

Ah,

I don’t want to die

, Rin          thinks

and

the                             world

spins

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[saekkas]

hi i just read your reblog for my sae drabble ily you’re too sweet 🙁🙁❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i very much enjoyed reading ur tags and yes i also think sae learned how to cook or knew how to beforehand because i swear he probably got homesick and missed the good japanese cuisine whne he was abroad 💔💔💔

ellow yumi ! ilyt n honestly it was such a pleasure to read your fic ! the tags were just me screaming all the way through bcz of it hehe

oof hear me out: sae having trouble finding any ingredients/restaurants that actually tasted authentic, and when he finally did, he kept coming back until the owner practically took him in like their own kid !!!

[beanxiv]

i love love love ur carrd omg it’s so aesthetically pleasing

AWW TYSM YUYU, this coming from u is making me blush so hard cus ur rinnie carrd is so adorable

[yuzurins]

# unrequited

a bittersweet short sae drabble, no warnings really

“what do you want for your birthday?” sae asks, out of the blue.

you look over at him, trying to suppress a teasing smile. “what’s with that all of a sudden?”

he stares at you for a few seconds, before turning back to look at the ocean.

there’s a quiet silence between the two of you, and you can hear all the waves crashing into each other, sounding almost like a song.

it’s oddly comforting, but that’s why sae doesn’t have to say anything for you to know what he means.

your birthday’s in two months, but sae’s leaving for spain next week.

you purse your lips as you try and muster up a half-assed response believable enough for no further questions to be asked.

because you’re vulnerable around sae. too much small talk and he’ll end up discovering what you’ve been hiding for the past 5 years that you’ve known him.

“nothing much really, maybe something that i can wear or display in my room.” you answer after a bit, and before you could think further, you decide to add, “just something i can remember you by.”

he looks over at you and scoffs, light smirk flashing his face. “you’re acting like i’m going to war.”

hearing him take your response mindlessly eases you from the rapid beating of your heart. of course he’s dense.

“yeah, you are. even the greatest in the world has fierce competition, itoshi-sama.” you tease, still looking at the ocean.

“hmm,” he thinks out loud. “but we’ll be fine. i won’t forget you or anything.”

his gaze is piercing into the side of your head now, but you still won’t do him the favour of turning your head to look at him.

take it as if he noticed your ears turning red, because he ends up saying something so out of character for him.

the smirk turns into a grin now as he asks, “are you gonna miss me that much?”

and now you’re prompted to look up at him, locking eyes with his teal ones that just have the slightest difference from his regular indifferent stare.

“yeah.” you answer him, voice so quiet so that it almost gets drowned out by the waves.

but you know he hears it, because he looks back to the ocean with bittersweet grin and faraway look in his eyes.

sae’s got a dream, and though you are his best friend, he’s not letting anything stop him from going across the world for it.

so you’ve expected it to turn out like this anyways. that this love of yours would turn out unrequited, since the first time he caught your attention.

yeah, you’d wait for him. you’re not even sure if you could even go a whole lifetime without forgetting him.

but you’re not sure if he’d ever feel the same, because his yearning for football surpasses anything he’d ever feel for another person.

so all you can do is just support him from the sidelines, foolishly getting lost in his presence, for that’s all you’ll ever be in sae’s story.

as a supporting character in his journey to become the best, it feels as if all your answers were already set in stone, like a game dialogue that you could not alter.

and despite how much you want to go against the rules and tell him right now,

all i want for my birthday is just to be yours.

it’ll never work out.

[ladylyra]

your words haunt me

[willshaper]

Of course she was being lied to this whole time oh my god

[kitorin]

HI THERE HRU!!! smaus are so fun to read excited for urs :D

HI YUMI !! I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I love making them :D

[lesbianlen]

WHOA I LOVE THIS WHAAAO

02 twin

[sweetheartsaku]

(BLLK) this life, this one

𝜗𝜚 ITOSHI RIN: CHAENOMELES.

a/n: [fem!reader] me when dad rin dad rin i. i am so weak for him this will not be the last of it. YOU WILL BE FED RIN KISSERS

the alarm clock that sat on your bedside table blinked 2:13 a.m. as you stirred from an uneasy sleep. you roll toward the empty space beside you for rin's familiar comforting weight to fall protectively across your arms, but the space was cold.

you frown, sit up and carefully listen. then you hear something. downstairs, someone giggling.

you slipped out of bed carefully and padded down the hall toward the soft glow emanating from the kitchen. with every step, the sounds grew clearer: your baby's bubbly laughter and rin's unmistakable soft chuckle.

curious, you peeked into the kitchen and the image that graced your eyes almost burst your heart.

rin was sitting cross-legged on the tiled floor, his hair adorably messy from sleep and his hoodie slightly askew. in front of him was a tub of neopolitan ice cream, flavours all mixed up. sitting in his lap was your baby fuyumi clutching a tiny spoon, babbling excitedly between bites.

"itoshi rin. itoshi fuyumi." you sternly whispered, leaning against the doorway, your arms crossed but a fond smile tugging at your lips. "care to explain what's going on here?"

rin looked up, evidently startled for a moment, lips agape, before offering a rare grin. "'yumi woke up." he said simply, nodding toward the tiny human in his lap. "and she was hungry."

"so naturally, you thought ice cream at two in the morning was the solution?" you teased, raising an eyebrow as you stepped closer.

"of course," he deadpanned, gently wiping a smudge of chocolate off your baby's cheek with the pad of his thumb. "but... look at her. worth it." he says the latter part under his breath.

your baby let out a squeal of delight, waving her spoon triumphantly in the air as if in agreement.

you shook your head, unable to hold back a laugh. "unbelievable."

rin smirked, and held out the tub of ice cream, "want some?"

regardless of how much you scold them for it, you're also not able to resist it. with a drawn-out sigh, you took a spoon out from the drawer, plumping yourself down beside them onto the floor. "only because."

the three of you sat there, sharing ice cream and stealing quiet moments of joy in the stillness of the night. your daughter fuyumi, thoroughly energized-by-the-sugar-rush decided that her small pink plastic spoon made an excellent drumstick, causing her to start tapping it against rin's knee and giggling uncontrollably at the sound.

rin played along, tapping his own spoon in rhythm. "we have a small musician..." he said, his eyes soft as they met yours.

"or a troublemaker,"

"takes after their mom."

you gasped in mock offense, and rin laughed a rare, unguarded sound that made your heart skip a beat.

as the minutes ticked by, the ice cream tub slowly emptied, and your daughter began to yawn, their tiny fists rubbing at their sleepy eyes. rin scooped them up effortlessly, cradling them against his chest as he stood.

“i’ll put 'yumi back to bed,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

you followed him upstairs, watching as he carefully tucked your daughter into her crib. his movements so gentle, like he was handling the most precious pearl in the world.

he walks out with a faint smile. the smile you fell for when you were 16. "thanks for not killing me over the ice cream," he whispered.

you smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. "you're just lucky you guys are cute."

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. resting your head against his shoulder as you both stood there, watching your baby rest.

and in that quiet moment, with the warmth of rin's arms around you and the peaceful rise and fall of your baby's breaths, you knew there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

it has to be this life.

with this one.