#rin itoshi imagines

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — meant to be, or not !

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pairings﹕ rin itoshi x gn!reader

contents﹕ one shot, angst, lovers to strangers, wc: 878, proofread

the last time rin itoshi had kissed you, everything felt like it was falling into place.

the soft pressure of his lips against yours, the heat of his hand on your waist - everything was easy. simple. he'd held you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

but that was months ago.

now, every time you saw him, it felt like a distant memory; like a dream you were desperately trying to hold onto, but one that was slipping through your fingers.

rin had always been distant, even when you were close. his icy demeanor, the way he kept people at arm’s length, was something that had initially drawn you in. he was different, and you were fascinated by his complexity of who he was beneath that cold exterior.

but now, that distance felt unbearable.

you'd tried to reach out to him, to understand what had changed, but he’d been pulling away more and more. no texts. no calls. and when you did see him in person, his eyes would briefly meet yours before shifting away - like he couldn’t bear to look at you anymore.

you had tried to be patient. tried to give him space, but it was eating you up inside.

one evening, after weeks of silence, you found yourself standing in front of his door, your hand hovering over the doorbell. you had no idea what you were going to say, but you couldn’t keep going on like this.

finally, you rang the bell.

it took him a minute to answer, and when he did, he didn’t look surprised.

“y/n,” rin said, his voice as guarded as ever. “i didn’t think you’d come.”

“i needed to see you,” you said, your heart pounding. “i need to understand what’s going on.”

he stepped aside to let you in, but the space between you both felt so much larger than before.

you sat across from him, the silence hanging thick in the air. he was studying you, like he was trying to figure out if you were really there, if you really understood.

“you're still avoiding me,” you said, your voice trembling. “and i don’t know why.”

rin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “it's not that simple.”

“then make it simple,” you pleaded, leaning forward. “you're breaking my heart, rinnie. we were… we were good together.”

his eyes softened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a distant look. “i know,” he said quietly. “but i don’t know how to do this anymore.”

your chest tightened. “do what?”

he looked away, the pain in his eyes too much for you to ignore. “be with you. be with anyone. i don’t know what i'm doing anymore.”

you reached for his hand, your touch trembling as you held it. “you don’t have to do it alone, rin. i'm here. i always will be.”

but he pulled away from you, his gaze cold once more. “you don’t get it. i can’t…”

you stopped, the lump in your throat growing. “can't what?”

“can't be what you need me to be,” he muttered, his voice thick with regret.

and in that moment, it hit you. he wasn’t just pulling away because of something that had happened. he was pulling away because he didn’t think he was good enough for you.

he was always so good at being cold and distant, but this? this was something you hadn’t seen coming.

“i never wanted to hurt you,” rin whispered, his voice barely audible. “but i'm not the person you think i am. i'm not good for you, y/n. i never was.”

you shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “you're wrong. you're so wrong.”

but he was already standing, walking toward the door.

“please,” you whispered. “don't leave.”

he paused, his hand on the door handle, and for a moment, you thought he was going to turn around.

but he didn’t.

“i'm sorry,” he said, his voice low and broken. “i can’t keep doing this.”

and just like that, he was gone.

you stayed in his apartment for a long time after he left, sitting in the silence, trying to understand what had just happened. trying to make sense of the words he’d said.

but it didn’t make sense.

you couldn’t stop thinking about that night; about the way he’d kissed you like it was the last time, about the way his eyes had looked when he told you he couldn’t be with you anymore.

there was something about it that felt final, and it broke you in a way you couldn’t explain.

as you stood up to leave, you glanced at the door where rin had stood just moments ago. you thought about all the things he never said. about the love he never let himself feel, and the walls he built around his heart to keep everyone out.

you were just another person he couldn’t keep.

and so you left, the echo of his words still ringing in your ears. “i can’t be what you need me to be.”

you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to let go of him. but as the days passed, you learned that sometimes, love wasn’t enough.

sometimes, people just weren’t meant to stay.

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[hauntedhokage]

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

Itoshi Rin/F!Reader

summary: the aftermath of a past event that had previously made Rin very uncomfortable

word count: 1.8k

rating: explicit

warnings: fauxcest, dry humping, biting

ao3 | masterlist | ko-fi

It wouldn’t be unusual to say that Rin was quiet. In the first couple weeks of the off-season he normally was a bit more reserved as he worked to mentally come down from the intensity of playoffs and championship matches, so him being a bit more withdrawn and more absorbed in the stockpile of games left untouched for almost a month wouldn’t raise any alarms. But he’d been avoiding eye contact and shying away from your touch, and you know that had nothing to do with his team being knocked out of the playoffs earlier than anticipated.

Rin was avoiding you to the best of his ability while still carrying out the motions of being your boyfriend, and you knew exactly why. You knew this wasn’t a silly boy game promoted by an underdeveloped frontal lobe or head injury, or him trying to be smarter than you to hide something - it was actually much more entertaining, which was why you were entertaining it. 

He always was so cute when he was embarrassed. Adorable, really, especially when it was over something he’d done in bed. 

“Rinnie~” Your singing only prompts a grunt from the man in the kitchen, followed by a couple more aggressive slams of the knife against the glass cutting board he was using. “Baby baby baby Rinnie~”

“As the older one, shouldn’t you be more mature?”

“I’ve been the more mature one these days.” Another grunt at the reminder, but you look up from your phone as he walks into the living room with a plate of fruit. “Are we going to talk about it, or are you still being a baby?”

He maintains that perfectly stoic countenance, pushing his hair back and out of his eyes, but you know by the way he keeps his gaze locked on the coffee table that your words have hit him exactly where you’d aimed. He chews on his piece of strawberry slowly, and you continue to watch him as you pluck an apple slice for your own to snack on as you watch him try to relax. 

You’d already done all the thinking you had to do about it while Rin had been hiding from you, coming quickly to the conclusion that Rin’s trauma related to Sae left a void that you happened to fill - almost too perfectly. In the moment it had been a little surprising, but the time to think left you confident in the fact that you thought it was hot and wanted it to happen again if that was what he wanted to do - he just had to talk to you, and you weren’t starting the conversation for him. 

“We have to talk about it.” He states, speaking slowly as he tries to convince himself that he was correct. You only nod in return, leaning against the back of the couch as you wait for him to look at you. “We can’t run from it.”

You weren’t running, but you were going to let him have this since it clearly was helping him come to terms with being perceived in this way. He had to open himself up, and he was the only person capable of talking himself into doing that. 

You want to tell him you’d been replaying the moment in your head since it happened -the way he’d given you a new title then came as soon as he said it - on loop every time you looked at him. He’d looked so cute, face and chest flushed with his arousal and embarrassment when he’d realized just what had happened - what he said and the effect it had on him. The only thing you truly didn’t like was how small he got afterwards and how he tried to compensate for it in the days that followed by shutting you out and trying to act unbothered by it all. Classic Rin, and something that you needed to take care of. 

“You know I’m not mad, right?” Your question finally grabs his eye contact, icy blue irises locking onto you as the surprise sets in. “I’m not mad, and I don’t think you’re weirder than I already do for it.”

“You think I’m a freak.”

“I always have. But you’re my cute little freak.” You can’t tell him that you like the new title he’d given you, it was much too soon in the conversation to do that and have to go well, Rin Needed to develop his own acceptance of the situation before he could process yours.  

“For starters, I don’t see you as my sister - you’re very much my girlfriend. But you’re…in that range.”

The range being in the same age group as his estranged older brother, you’d assume. Maybe it was how you acted sometimes, ruffling his hair and poking at him - even playing the “I’m not touching you” card when he was in one of his moods and wanting to be close but you just wanted him to smile. You were confident that on occasion Rin projected this image onto you, sometimes craving your approval and the “I’m so proud of you”, even occasionally calling him kid when you wanted to play the age card. 

“What, no ‘kid’ this time?” You’d hear after telling him he’d done well on such a simple task, with a ruffle of his hair as he tried to shoo you away. 

“Is this a Sae thing?”

“No.” 

That and the tick in his jaw told you that it was, in fact, about his estranged brother to extent. Rin’s inability to hide from you coming out in full force as he leans back into the couch with an exasperated sigh before he says, “Okay kinda.”

“C’mere.” Your prompt has him easily coming to lay between your legs, head coming to rest softly on your chest. “It’s really okay, and I thought it was pretty hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Kink unlocked.” 

It’s like a weight was lifted off of him, but at the same time his weight settles heavier on your body as his head nuzzles more into your breasts. A finally relaxed Rin accepting the physical contact he’d been denying himself due to his embarrassment at calling you “onee-san” in bed. Your fingers carefully card through his hair, scratching at the back of his neck in the way that he liked on every pass through as your other hand rubs his back through his shirt. 

“Thanks for finally talking it out.”

You only get a grunt in return, the brief conversation resulting in an emotionally exhausted Rin that you were happy to comfort for as long as he needed it. The fruit in the coffee table is still in reach, and you offer him a strawberry that he pulls into his mouth using just his tongue, licking at your fingers in the process. The juice that trickles from his lips in the process lands on your chest left exposed by your tank top, cold and immediately licked clean by Rin. But he doesn’t stop there, his eager tongue traveling the expanse of your skin that he can reach easily, before his body inches up to find more of your neck as his hand moves up your side to cup your breast under your tank top. 

The gentle groping coupled with his kisses and nips at the sensitive skin of your neck pull a whimper from your lips; which only spurs him to move further, moving so that he was holding himself up over you so he could kiss you properly. His mouth tastes like the strawberries he’d eaten while trying to piece his thoughts together, the sweet berry’s taste now acting as the glue holding your mouths together. 

His hips begin a slow pace against yours, his hardening bulge grinding into your mound with slow strokes that are felt deep as they ignite a fire in your core that had laid dormant since his “embarrassing moment”. Rin was notorious for being cold, ice water flowing through his veins, but now he’s white-hot with desire - clearly being pushed to a boiling point by your acceptance and welcoming of his fake incestuous thoughts. 

You bring your legs up, locking them around his waist, your arms following suit around his shoulders to keep him as close as possible while he humps into you. His kiss grows hungrier, tongue and teeth fully involved as the cracks grow in that perfectly sculpted mask of control he worked so hard to maintain. 

A string of saliva keeps your lips connected to his when he pulls away, broken only by his heavy pants as he tried to prolong his end. But you didn’t want him to try to last, uninterested in any show of bravado to compensate for his actions - you just wanted to take care of him as he was looking for from you, regardless of whether that was clearly voiced by him. 

“Go ahead and cum, Rinnie,” you coo, your voice a soft whisper in his ear that sends a shiver down his spine. 

“You want me to? I can cum?”

“Yeah, Rin, I want you to cum.” He doesn’t seem to buy your reassurance, but you know what he needs and are happy to give it to him. Your nails drag along his skin your hands move from over his shoulders, up his neck until they’re holding his face to keep his attention on you. Those blue eyes were hazy with desire, the dark clouds of his lust creating a Rin that you’d missed dearly in these last few days. 

“Cum for your big sis, Rinnie.”

His hips still at that, your smirk at the immediate reaction making him blink as his hand pushes into his shorts to free his erection. He takes advantage of your shorts, pushing his length under the material to gain the skin-on-skin contact he wanted. He pushes himself up enough to hold your hips in place as he thrusts against you, his pace erratic with his need while also bringing your body along to meet his thrusts. 

His head drops back into your bosom, kissing your sternum before sucking at the side of your left breast. His groans of pleasure are first muffled by your skin, only to be further drowned out by your pained yelp when he bites into your breast. 

His cum is hot against your skin, your shorts pressing it into you as they return to their original position once his cock slides out. Your little Rinnie is fighting to catch his breath while his tongue licks at the bite mark he’d left on your breast in the wake of his orgasm. 

“We should shower,” you murmur, tugging at his hair to pull him away abs force him to look at you. 

“No, we’re not done,” he comments, sitting up properly with a confidence he didn’t have just moments ago. “I made a mess and need to clean you up.”

“It’s really okay.”

“You take care of me, time for me to take care of you.”

[vxnuslogy]

— the only exception.

pairing: rin itoshi x gn!reader

premise: itoshi rin isn’t a very likable person in general. he’s rude and doesn’t have any respect for anyone, well other than you. quite literally attached to the hip, you were the only one that rin actually ‘tolerates’. everyone still wonders why you even put up with him, but dear, if they actually cared enough to look past his icy exterior maybe then they’d be rewarded with the soft and clingy rin you knew.

— warnings: ooc-rin (??), just rin fluff

— author’s note: this is reupload from my old blog ( syriiina ). i also might start writing for bllk again so yippie!! art credits to @l_An_pi on twt.

— tags: @ryescapades @mitsvriii @laterosal @mikashisus @powchakko ; if you’d like to be tagged, please fill out the form on my pinned or send me an ask off anon!

“rin!” you shouted, hands frankly waving from the stands as the tall boy jogged towards you. leaning over the railing, hands neatly folded in front of you as you grinned at your sweaty friend who only raised a brow at you. “do you wanna go to the arcade later after practice?”

from the corner of your vision, you could see his teammates speak in hushed tones. you couldn’t help the amused chuckle in your throat as you patiently waited for rin to answer your invitation.

“why not?” you grinned, “we’ll be done in 10 minutes, mind waiting for me?” you just nodded and sat down on one of the vacant seats of the seating area while rin jogged back to the field with his teammates. laughing at how his team was interrogating the poor boy.

10 minutes flew by quickly, at this point you had stood up from your seat and made your way back to the entrance, waiting for rin to finish his shower and change. a few more minutes passed by before you heard the soft padding of footsteps behind you. it wasn’t long when a tap on your shoulder made you look up from your phone. grinning when familiar eyes with long under lashes came to greet you.

“you ready to go?” duffel bag carelessly slung over his shoulder, he followed you out of the school and to the arcade you had mentioned earlier. “you seem happy for a trip to the arcade.” he said, tugging at your hand slightly when you were near the crossing –he was making sure you didn’t get run over by a vehicle – before letting go and instead taking hold of your bag.

unlocking your phone, you showed rin of the new crane machine that had been installed a few days ago. “aren’t those machines scams?” he asked you, flailing your arms around a bit saying that’s not the point. he only sighed and let you ramble about how the plushies in the machine were cute.

“you’ll help me get one right?”

“no.”

you knew it was a lie. 

by the time you made it to the arcade, you made a beeline to the new crane machine while rin got the tokens. he sighed again when he saw you beckoning him over, eager to play the scam machine to try and get a plushie that wasn’t even worth all the hassle.

“rin let’s go get lunch!”

no one was really surprised by your presence when you were by the door of the classroom, already anticipating your arrival minutes prior. it was exactly noon, meaning you’ll be by the classroom door waiting for itoshi rin to finish packing up to go get lunch at the cafeteria.

“no packed lunch today?” he asked, one hand shoved inside his pant pocket. you only shook your head, moving aside from the door to give room for rin to get out of the classroom, “not today, was too lazy to cook.”

as the taller male closed the door, everyone began to wonder as usual. someone as stoic and indifferent as itoshi rin hanging out with you, they thought of it as a strange combo but neither of you ever really bothered to care about how people perceived your relationship.

“i hope the strawberry cheesecake isn’t sold out yet.”

from the corner of his eye, rin saw the silver bracelet move along with your hand as you got your wallet out of your pockets. gaze lingering more than he should, “rin? you good there?” you asked but he only nodded his head. turning his focus on the corridor buzzing with students but every now and then, he’d take glances at you.

you always never bother pointing it out. you take pleasure in the simple normalcy routine with rin.

“sorry i’m hanging out with rin later! maybe next time?”

“i’ll pass for today, i promised rin i’d help him with homework.”

“i’m going to watch rin’s match, i’ll see you guys later!”

“oh right rin said he needed some new pens. be right back!”

“rin let’s go eat lunch! i packed a bento for the both of us!”

“not eating with itoshi today?” your friend asked as she pulled out the chair in front of you, taking out her own lunch and placing it on your table. you only shook your head, “already finished. he’s at practice now.”

her gaze lingered a little over your figure, you only tilted your head to the side, “is there something on my face?”

“no, no, it’s just…”

“just?” taking another bite of your lunch you patiently waited for your friend to ask her question.

“you and itoshi seem really close.”

you just shrugged, continuing to eat your lunch as she sighed. the both of you were enveloped in silence for a while before she asked another question.

“i’m a bit surprised you put up with him. i mean, didn’t you say you don’t really like people like him?”

that question made you stop chewing and begin to ponder. it didn’t take long for you to come up with an answer, “he isn’t so bad if you get to know him well enough.” you said with a smile. almost laughing at your friend’s face as she gave you a bewildered face.

“seriously? he didn’t brainwash you or anything did he?”

letting out a laugh, you waved your hand, “you watch way too many movies. no, he didn’t brainwash me or anything.”she sighed and just continued to eat her lunch. 

itoshi rin may not be the most likable student, but you like him. he may not show it but he truly does care. all does impromptu visits to arcades, tugging at your sleeve, arm, and even hand in some occasions to make sure you didn’t stray too far from him, getting you those plushies in the crane machine even if it takes hours, coming over to your place to help you cook lunch for the next day because he knows you hate the food in the cafeteria most of the time, giving you his jersey so you could wear it during his match. itoshi rin shows his affection in his own unique and simple ways.

they don’t know him like you do. they knew the rin who’s stoic, rude, disrespectful and arrogant. but you? the rin you know is kind, caring, sweet, a bit rough around the edges but he’s your rin. the rin you wouldn’t trade for the world.

if only they knew that he was the one that gifted you the silver bracelet that adorned your wrist – his name engraved on the inside – when he first confessed. and they’ll never know how there’s a silver chain around his neck with a ring – your initial delicately engraved on it – that he always wears no matter where he goes.

no one knows of your relationship. no one needed to know of your relationship.

rin from the very beginning was a private person, and you never minded. after all, why would you complain when you have him all for yourself?

© VXNUSLOGY 2024 — do not plagiarize, repost, or translate works without the knowledge or consent of the creator in other platforms or websites.

[saeist]

“set me up with rin”

you slammed your hands against the hard wood table. scaring the shit out of shidou and aiku

“jesus fuck!” shidou puts a hand on his chest

“feisty. i like it!” aiku reacts, doing a little finger gun

“you didn’t say the magic word” sae murmurs, completely unbothered by your whole ruckus. you could say he’s used to it at this point

your eyes widened hearing sae’s response. did he finally agree to help you out?

“pretty please” you bat your eyelashes at your best friend, who wasn’t even looking at you by the way. he was currently reading something off what seems to be the latest edition of a sports magazine

sae silently flips the magazine onto the next page before looking at you dead in the eye. you watch his mouth open, ready to hear a certain sentence you’ve been wanting to hear for the past few weeks

“no.” he says flatly before turning his attention back to the magazine

both shidou and aiku break into boisterous laughter. only to be silenced by the librarian

“shh!” the librarian shushes. “one more ruckus from your table and i’m kicking the four of you out!” she whisper-yells, typing away on her computer

you dramatically slide into the seat next to sae, leaning on his shoulder as you reach over to tug his hand

“sae c’mon! you know i like him! so do me a favor as your favorite friend and set me up with your cute little brother” you cried out, tugging on his hand again and again

sae clicks his tongue in annoyance and snatches his hand back

“that’s exactly why i won’t set you up with him” sae grimaces

“and that is?!”

“that you like my little brother” sae says casually. closing the damned magazine and tossing it to shidou who was busy laughing at something on his phone with aiku

“that’s barely a reason” you point out, “would it kill you to help your friend that's desperate for a lover?" you add, dramatically falling limp onto his lap

sae pinches the bridge of his nose in sheer annoyance. he's heard of this dramatic monologue of yours for a hot minute. ever since he introduced you to his brother, you have not shut up about him since.

it was a mistake on sae's end. he shouldn't have brought you, along with shidou and aiku along for dinner back at his place but it was his mom who pestered him into bringing you guys over for dinner as his mother wanted to meet who sae's friends at college were

"i didn't know y/n-chan was into younger men" shidou quips, poking your nose as you glared daggers at his face

"rin is just like a year younger than sae, let alone me" you retort

"point still stands, y/n-chan" aiku chimes in a sing-song voice, "why do you like him anyway and not the hotter, better and wiser older brother here?" he continues

you dreamily sigh, still on sae's lap as you think about rin

"well first of all, he's a cutie. second, he gives me tsundere vibes but then again, his brother right here is the same kind so i'm pretty sure it runs in the family and... i guess that's about it" you list off the nice things you can say about rin from the top of your head, "no offense sae, i think you're hot and all but just not my type" you poke your tongue at your best friend who only flicks your forehead in retaliation

"that's it?" shidou asks, feeling a little anti climactic about the whole thing. to him it sounded like you had a good reasons on why you were crushing hard on the other itoshi

"oh! and the fact that he's 6'1" you clasp your hands together, "and also that he's trying so hard to be the star player at our local college team and i find it really cute" you gush

"he obviously doesn't have a choice but to try and beat his hotter and better older brother. right, rin?" sae nudges someone beside him.

wait a second, did he just call out to rin?

you quickly scramble off sae's lap, bumping your head against the table in the process

both aiku and shidou let out an "oof, that's gotta hurt" making you more embarrassed than you already are. you glared at them for a brief second before turning your head to the side to see rin looking all confused and to be honest, a little weirded out

"hey rin. what brings you here?" you sweetly wave at the younger itoshi in front of you.

from the corner of your eye, you can see sae rolling his eyes and mumbling "dumbass" under his breath. before you can smack sae, rin speaks up

"my brother" rin nods his head towards sae who only gives him a look of annoyance before motioning him to spit out whatever he came for

"coach says there's been a change of plans regarding the away games and wants to have a team meeting later at the field" rin reports all stoic

sae huffs, "you couldn't just texted me this information or?"

"you blocked my number, remember?" rin rolls his eyes, gripping on his sling bag.

you let out a little gasp and smacked sae on his shoulder upon hearing the news that your best friend has blocked his little brother's number.

"sae! why would you block your brother?!" you nag, wagging your finger in front of sae's face. sae swats your hand away before he attempts to grab rin for pushing him under the bus like that when you're around

"anyway, that's all. also, mom wants you home for dinner. bye guys, bye y/n" rin shyly waves at you before he trudges away out of the library, away from his brother's impending wrath

as rin disappears from sight, suddenly an idea pops into your mind. it's just a simple favor. the next time you see him, you'll ask rin for his help, and maybe, just maybe, it will lead to something more.

"that little runt.. he's gonna get it from me" sae hisses, pulling out his phone to probably unblock rin now that you know that he got his brother blocked. sae looks over at your face in case you were about to yell his ear off but instead he was greeted with a little smile on your face

oh no. he knows that devious smile of yours

"my dearest beloved sae.. put in a good word for me to rin, would ya?" you wink

[uzurakis]

your boyfriend has just returned home from an international match, missing you oh so greatly.

“smile a ‘lil bit, will you?”

you say as you hear the front door creak open. standing before you is your boyfriend, itoshi rin, who just came back from a match overseas. a tired look folds before a content smile on his face.

you stand up, crossing the room to meet him as you extend your arms open for him. rin gives a small hum in response, but there's warmth in his eyes as he steps into your embrace. his arms wrap around you, holding you close as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.

as he holds you close, he inhales deeply, taking in the familiar scent of your cologne. it's a scent that reminds him of home, of lazy sunday mornings spent tangled in bedsheets, of quiet evenings curled up on the couch together. of you, every single thing about you.

“missed you,” he slurs softly, muffled against your skin.

running your finger through his hair, you reply, “missed you too, rinnie,” cherishing the moment of closeness after his time away. "but you're here now, and that's all that matters."

“yeah, i’m here,” he trails off.

"but i still miss you.”

your heart swells at his words, and you reach up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his stubbled jaw. "i’m here now, baby. we’re together again.”

rin's arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer. "did i say i love you?” he asks.

you tilt your head slightly, meeting rin's gaze with tenderness, “a hundred times over the phone, rin,”

“‘kay,” rin's lips find yours in a tender kiss, it feels like a kiss of longing. “not through messages or calls this time,”

“i love you, so much. you don’t get it.”

you return his sentiment with a warm smile, feeling the depth of his love echoing in your heart. “i get it, baby.”

“i love you even more. and you will get it because you’re finally back home with me.”

@uzurakis

[felibrary]

CHRONICLES OF A LOVESTRUCK BOY

PAIRING: rin itoshi x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: rin doesn’t care how he’s perceived by others—aloof, cold, grumpy—you name it. but deep down, rin itoshi, is no better than an immature teenage boy, especially when you’re around and rin realizes that maybe sometimes it’s still okay to be a kid.

wordcount: 0.7k | content & warnings: established relationship, fluff, very light angst if you squint, rin and reader are head over heels for each other (boo cheesy) ; drabble

art credits: sono_Zha on X!

author's note: i still didnt watch bllk season 2 LMFAO and uhm sorry for the writing hiatus...but hey..i'm back!! (hopefully) only thing i saw was rin with his tongue stuck out #callmewhatyouwantcallmewhatyouneed

“do i seriously have to wear this?” rin grumbles. you look behind and catch a glimpse of his unimpressed cerulean eyes, directly staring at you, and you can’t help but chuckle. but neither his sour expression nor his rosy-tinted cheeks caught your attention—no, it was the small christmas tree hair clip that clipped his fringe back. 

rin’s hair wasn’t short enough to rest on his forehead without covering his eyes, nor was it long enough to tuck behind his ears. your solution? buy your boyfriend a hair clip as a gift. to say that rin was happy about the gift would be an understatement. no, really. he was beyond excited—over the moon even.

(as you handed him the wrapped gift you were already cracking a laugh, and seeing rin’s disbelieving face as he opened it, made you burst into laughter—from there on rin stared at you for 5 minutes, not saying a single word.)

“come on “mr. rin goes to uni and leaves with a complaint-degree-itoshi” it’s cute. don’t lie.” you chide gleefully. “if you play another one of these word games, i’m gonna leave.” rin states nonchalantly, avoiding your gaze. 

the both of you know that he isn’t being serious, still, you play along. “you wouldn’t dare,” you express dramatically as you try to stifle your laughter. rin looks back at you and his eyes soften. “‘cause you love me too much to ever leave me or am i wrong?” and for the first time this evening, rin cracks a small smile. the gesture is followed by the shake of his head and grabbing your hand to drag you to the photo booth. “let’s go.”

you trail after him, and feel how his hand squeezes yours tighter. it’s his version of telling you that you shouldn’t get lost in the crowd and should stay by his side. instead of walking slightly behind rin, you catch up to him and now walk next to him. 

“rin, you haven’t answered my question from before,” you mention, and rin halts, slightly tilting his head like a small confused pup which makes you smile. before you know it, his eyes are gleaming and he lets out a small sigh of relief. “there’s no need for me to answer a question to which you already know my response.” your smile widens, and rin continues to guide you through the crowd.

arriving at the photo booth, you signal rin to slightly lean down and he complies. you reach out your hand and brush the snow out of his hair. “there, looking pretty as always.” you compliment him, and rin shakes his head.  “says you,” and you chuckle before getting into the photo booth. 

there’s four pictures for each strip, so you and rin make the best out of it. the poses range from goofing around, leaning one’s head on the shoulder, or a kiss on the cheek. after the pictures were done printing you took them out and proudly showed them to him. 

seeing how joyous and excited you were for a mere photo strip made him feel warm. it wasn’t that he was against taking pictures with you, no, in fact, he loved it. your smile was always contagious and you were beaming from ear to ear that even rin couldn’t help but smile. 

the reason why he didn’t want to take the pictures or at least avoid looking at them after they were done printing was because of him wearing the hair clip. it wasn’t that he disliked your gift, but he just looked like someone he didn’t want to. rin was scared that when he’d look at the pictures it wasn’t him you were standing next to but his brother.  

you knew that rin had a rivalry with his brother going on—become the best striker in the world to prove to him that he can do it without sae. but he never went into detail about how sae’s absence affected him, how whenever he stared into the mirror and clipped his hair back, it wasn’t his reflection that stared back but the one from his brothers.

but how could he ever think that when you’re here, laughing over how cute he looked and that he should wear it more often? is this what people mean when they say that they’re going to miss a moment they’re currently experiencing?

the cold, everlasting winter leaves behind layers of snow that stick and cover the ground as a whole before melting into puddles of water when the sun appears behind the clouds, granting its rays to the earth and sending its warmth to those who are stuck in capsules of melancholy. 

for rin there’s no more precious gift than you.

additional: a few weeks later you visit rin, and spot the photo strip glued to his mirror and you can’t help but crack a small smile.

tags: if there's been one thing i've been continuously doing this year its writing @azullumi a small note under each of my works. hello beloved <3 i'm actually not quite sure if you're into blue lock, but HELP RECENTLY I CAME ACROSS A TIKTOK ON MY FYP OF A MICHAEL KAISER EDIT AND THE INTRO WAS A FANART OF PREGNANT DEKU AND BAKUGO I THINK??? AND U REPOSTED I THOUGHT 😭😭 but anyway, its hard to believe that this year is almost over but what it's harder to believe is that i was able to grow and blossom so much as a person this year—all thanks to you. you're the friendship that i needed that i gained this year. you hold such a precious place in my heart that i fear if you'd ever leave it'd feel like a piece of my heart were missing. i don't know how i was supposed to survive this year without you. you were there for me when i was at my lowest mentally but also at my peak of writing HAHAH. you were always my number one supporter which I'm beyond grateful for. when i met you, i was surprised at how easily a person was able to understand and sympathise with me because I've always felt hard to understand but you—you made it seem so natural. you loved me as if it were in your nature to love me. and the same goes from me to you. loving you comes as easy as breathing, azul. i love you. wishing you lots of strength for the new year xx (no we're not together.)

© FELIBRARY 2024. stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms or feeding them to ai is not permitted.

[sakusaur]

jealousy, jealousy

suggestive (not really) / gn! reader

rin gets insanely jealous when he sees you wearing someone else’s jersey, even though you both aren’t dating

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second rin piece! hope you guys like it and my requests are always open ^_^

you’ve been invited by mutual friends to watch a game and of course you said yes when you found out it was rin’s match and it was against one of your best friends, yoichi isagi too, so how could you pass up on this opportunity?

the match was over quickly, all goals went to rin’s team where he scored more than half of them and you cheered in your seat for rin though you empathised for isagi. so you decided to go to the backrooms to look for them.

security and the other staff let you through easily as you managed to get the backrooms access courtesy of your mutual friends (bachira and nagi) and they told you to go along as they stopped to talk to their old friends.

you finally found a team room and you knocked on the door before opening the door, hoping it was isagi’s team as they did not label the rooms.

turns out it was rin’s team because as you turned the handle, rin was coming through, sweaty as heck with his hair stuck to his forehead and his jersey clung to his torso.

“oh rin! sorry i got the wrong room, i was looking for isagi.” you apologised and stepped aside to let him out.

rin looked just as shocked as you and his eyes travelled down to your body, noticing the jersey you bought earlier at the merchandise booth.

and its not his team jersey.

rin scowled and realized this wasn’t something he should be upset about. its not like he expected you to come when he hinted to bachira to ask you to come watch his game. he should have known you would come just come to watch because of your best friend isagi.

you stood there silently while he continued to scowl and realizing he wasn’t going to say anything more, you said: “okay…i guess i’ll just walk further down to find his room.” and you spun around, leaving rin behind.

thats when he got even more pissed; seeing isagi’s name on the back of the jersey.

stupid stupid stupid, of course you would also buy the jersey with isagi’s name on it. this was really pissing him off, you should be wearing his name instead.

rin gritted his teeth and quickly walked after you, his footsteps pacing fast on the floor as he chased up to you and grabbed your wrist. you turn around in shock as you felt his tight grip on you and you’re met with the harshest glare.

before you could say a word, rin has already pulled you along and pushed you into a storage room filled with sports equipment. he spun you around so that your back slammed against the door, you reel from the impact as he locked the door quickly.

“rin!” you gasp as his large hands pinned both your hands above your head and its no fair, his tall height gives him advantage to crowd you.

you look into his eyes and you almost don’t recognise him; the hunger and desire screaming behind his eyes as he leans down to whisper against your skin.

“i hate that you’re wearing his jersey instead of mine.” he’s straightforward, doesn’t like to beat around the bush. when you don’t say anything, he continues.

“i thought you liked me you know? the longing glances you give me when we hang out, the lingering touches on my arm and thighs when we sit together at restaurants. but here you are, wearing that loser’s jersey.” he spits.

his other hand travels to your waist, gripping the jersey hard as if he was going to rip it apart.

“i-“ you stuttered, unable to breathe when rin is so close to you, “i wanted to buy yours but it….sold out.”

now rin is taken aback.

“it sold out cause all of your fans were buying them! i really wanted your jersey,” you cried as you looked into his eyes.

rin starts to panic because oh no how presumptuous of him to assume that and oh no did he really just confess and is this real, is this even happening, did you confess as well?

he slowly lets go of your wrists and you’re kinda disappointed about that as you looked at him with cogs whirling in his brain. looks like you broke him.

“um well…” rin starts to get shy. he avoids your gaze and realizes his hand is still on your waist. he slowly lets go of the jersey and decides to just give you his jersey right now.

you start getting flustered as he peels his jersey off and over his head, revealing a tight black compression shirt.

“here,” he hands you his jersey, “and take off that prick’s jersey before i tear it off.”

you can’t help but laugh a little as your accepted his jersey, feeling on cloud nine because rin actually feels the same way, and you really did not do this on purpose; buying isagi’s jersey to rouse him.

“well, you can rip it off me later, if you’d like?” you tease him.

he’s so glad he locked the doors before as he pushes you up it again, ripping isagi’s jersey in one swift move.

[tojisbbg]

𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆!

❝but, you’re my baby, and i love you so much!❞  

♡ rin itoshi ♡

a/n: i kept getting tiktoks on my fyp of this trend and i couldn’t help but think of him. 

content: rin itoshi x reader, established relationship, gentlelover!rin, reader is a little mean, very fluffy, kinda short, not grammatically checked. 

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it was almost nine and you were stressed. 

every little thing in this entire world was pissing you off because you couldn’t finish this stupid fucking project your professor decided to assign you this morning. to make things even better, it’s due before the beginning of class the next morning and it’s group work. 

surprise, surprise! your group mates are shit and the responsibility of the entire project was now shoved up your ass. 

how beautiful. 

you were barely finished with the other assignments that you received from your other classes, which meant that you’d have to pull another all-nighter. 

who the absolute fuck told you that it got better in college? ‘cause right now you want to kill yourself. 

you were trying to reach over to grab your binder when suddenly your hand knocked over the cup of coffee you had on your side. you gasped as your eyes widened.

it spilled all over your laptop. 

“no, no, no!! fuck.” you panicked, quickly ripping a bunch of tissue to wipe the liquid away without getting it further into your device. and just because god loves you so much, your phone began to buzz. 

you groaned in annoyance, leaning over to swipe the decline button. you upsettingly sighed, seeing that your laptop was already starting to malfunction, which meant that you were screwed. 

“ugh, what the fuck, man. i’m gonna end my life, i swear.” you grumbled to yourself. your phone began to ring again and your face had a scowl painted on it as you roughly grabbed the small device, swiping green. 

“y/n?” the familiar voice on the other end called out as you received the call. 

“yes, yes, what is it rin? i’m really busy right now and your constant calling is wasting my time. couldn’t you have just texted me instead?” you snapped at him, making him become silent for a few seconds and he was trying to process what the hell was going on.  

“are you okay? you seem upset.” rin responded in a worry tone, making you roll your eyes.

“no, rin. i’m actually so happy right now that i can die. whatever, why did you call?” you decided to cut to the chase, figuring that it was no use of getting too distracted right now. 

“it’s fine, i’ll see you at home.” he shortly said before hanging up, leaving you with your mouth open. 

“then what the fuck was the reason for calling me?!” you yelled at your screen, which was pointless because your lover wasn’t on the other line. you angrily slammed your phone on the table before going back to your mission of trying to revive your laptop. 

about thirty minutes has passed and you gave up on your laptop, deciding to finish your paper assignments first and then try again later. you furiously scribbled writing on your assignments, your handwriting progressively getting sloppier and uglier as you bullshitted them. 

you no longer cared if your work was absolute doodoo, you just wanted to get it done and over with. so invested in your work, you didn’t even notice when rin slipped inside your shared apartment. 

he usually had soccer practice which ended later on the day during the weekdays. the 6′1 striker entered the kitchen, rummaging through some things before his footsteps came towards where you sat.  

“this shitty ass laptop still won’t work!” you whined, banging your fists on the keyboard in frustration as you felt like ripping your hair out. 

rin pulled the chair next to you out so that he could sit down and watch his very stressed and mad girlfriend work. 

“wanna talk about it, baby?” rin finally got the courage to break the thick silence that was fogging up the entire room. 

“no.” you sharply answered back, your tone nearly slicing his heart. 

“you sure? taking a small break wouldn’t hurt.” he softly suggested, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair. for some odd reason, his persistence was getting on your nerves and you would then do something that you knew you’d instantly regret if not now then later. 

you angrily shoved off his hand, making rin look at you with a shocked and confused face at your unusual behavior. 

“for fucks sake, leave me alone! can’t you see that i’m trying to finish my work? you don’t have to worry about college like i do because you have your entire future set by kicking a stupid ball. i don’t! so just fucking go, rin!” you yelled at him, watching his face fall as he stood up from his chair. suddenly, the words on your tongue died down, your throat becoming dry. 

fuck. 

you knew you messed up real bad, but the damage has already been done. rin let out a heavy sigh before looking down at you with sad eyes. 

“okay, i’ll stop bugging you. also, your laptop most likely won’t turn back on, so stop wasting your time on bringing something back after destroying it. just use mine, it’s in my duffle bag.” rin dryly spoke before turning his heels, walking towards your shared bedroom before you heard the slam of the door shutting, making you flinch. 

“fuck you professor, i hope your wife leaves your for another man.” you swore under your breath, closing the lid of your dead laptop. you walked towards the sofa where rin’s duffle bag was, opening it to pull out his laptop for your use. 

you walked back to your spot, turning on his device to begin working. it was almost midnight, so, if god was on your side then you could hopefully finish the project by two in the morning. 

as soon as the laptop turned on, the first thing you were met with was his wallpaper which was set as a collage of your photos. you couldn’t help but take in a few minutes to stare at it, and as each minute passed, your heart began to ache even more. 

you knew that rin didn’t deserve to hear those words, but you couldn’t stop yourself from saying those awful things to him in the heat of the moment. shaking your head to shoo those distracting thoughts away, you retracted your focus back onto your project. 

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you finished typing the last word on the report and you could almost shed happy tears. you were finally done with this shit, your hands shaking and your eyes begging to close. without hesitation, you submitted the work. who cares about checking for grammar issues when your soft bed was calling out for your ass. 

“not bad, it’s only one-thirty. hm, i guess i should eat before going to sleep since i’m kinda hungry.” you talked to yourself, shutting off rin’s laptop as you lazily made your way to the kitchen to fix yourself up some instant ramen. 

your eyes fell on the white plastic bag on the kitchen counter, an eyebrow cocking upwards as you curiously opened the bag. you gasped as you realized that it was your favorite takeout. 

“oh my god, i’m such a piece of shit.” you whispered, head hanging low as you thanked the heavens for blessing your with such a loving and kind boyfriend whom you didn’t deserve at all 

you eagerly reheated up the food in the microwave before speed walking back to the dining table. you settled your food down on the table, allowing it to cool while your pack your bag and put rin’s laptop on charge so that he could use it for his classes tomorrow. 

after eating and cleaning up, you decided to skip your usual night routine since you were pretty tired. you quickly brushed your teeth and went straight to the bedroom. 

you quietly opened the door, noticing how the lights were off and the only source that was providing some form of light inside your room was the small lamp on the side. 

tiptoeing to your side of the bed, you slipped under the covers as you sat up, leaning against the headboard. you could hear rin’s soft snores coming from the side, the cute man sleeping on his back as he faced the ceiling. 

your eyes scanned his features, which every nook and cranny of your brain had memorized. he looked so cute while he slept and an overwhelming wave of sadness hit you like a tsunami as you recalled the way you treated him earlier on the night. 

tears began to sting your eyes as guilt washed on your face, the warm liquid streaming down your face. without thinking twice, you climbed onto him as you straddled rin’s waist before hugging his sleeping form, burying your teary face in the crook of his neck while you sobbed. 

feeling the wet and warm tears stain the flesh of his neck, rin began to squirm in his sleep as he groaned. 

“what the hell?” rin groggily said, opening his sleep filled eyes as he saw a lump on top of him shaking and crying. he wrapped an arm around you before carefully sitting up, leaning against the headboard as he rubbed your back. 

you decided to face him, even though you knew you looked hideous. you face was probably wet and red like a tomato. 

“oh my god, you look even cuter now!” you cried even harder after taking one look at him, leaving rin nothing but confused as fuck. you peppered his face with kisses before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you pulled him into a hug. you squeezed him closer to you until it was humanly not possible. 

“i’m so sorry, rinnie! i was such a jerk to you all night because i was so upset about my stupid project. it’s just everything was getting me so mad ‘cause my group mates ditched me and my dumbass spilled coffee on my laptop, a-and the-then i-” you were choking on your tears and words from crying and talking to fast. 

“shh, it’s okay baby. i’m not upset because you reacted that way, i know you were stressed. we’re okay, y/n.” rin’s words were gentle as it helped you calm down from your crying frenzy. you raised your face up to look back at his face, seeing a soft and warm smile painted on his lips as his gorgeous teal eyes sparkled with love. 

“i know but you’re my baby! and i love you so much! god, i was so mean, how could i even say those things? i’m so, so, sorry, rinnie. i shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you i’mtheworstgirlfriendeverohmygodwhydon’tyouhateme.” you ugly sobbed, your words weren’t even coherent as rin couldn’t help but chuckle. 

he knew that you didn’t mean those words and he also knew that this would happen as well. once again, your gentle boyfriend knew you like the back of his hand. 

“ahh, what a crybaby. hm, you can make it up to me by giving me a smile. i want to see my girlfriend smile before i go to sleep, not in tears.” he playfully said, as you lifted your head to meet his eyes once more. the sight of such a domestic scene made your stomach fill with swarming butterflies. 

fuck, you just wanted to marry him. 

“i’m gonna eat you up if you don’t stop looking at me like that.” you poked his chest, making him laugh as wiped away your tears with his fingers. 

“and exactly how am i looking at you?” rin asked and you mumbled. 

“like you wanna grow old with me until i die.” you bluntly responded, making his smile widen. 

“and what if told you that it’s exactly what i want?” he gave you a cheeky grin, making you blush as a giggle left your lips. 

“then what’s stopping you, idiot? marry me! i do, i do, i do!!” you exclaimed before crashing your lips with his. you placed your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him closer to you as both of your lips molded into each other’s. rin’s arms securely wrapped around your waist, following the rhythm of your lips. 

the kiss wasn’t intense, it was sweet and lasting with a touch of innocence. it was a kiss in which you both enjoyed each other as lovers. and you loved this feeling, the feeling of breathing, tasting and touching him. 

your sweet, kind and gentle lover, itoshi rin. 

pulling away, you looked at him with adoring eyes, swiping away the strands of hair that covered his eyes. rin looked at you like you were the most beautiful and important thing in his life. 

to which you were. 

“i’ll make you my wife and keep you in my heart forever. i love you so much, y/n.” his heart swelled with his love for you. your eyes nearly shape shifted into hearts upon hearing his words. 

“i love you more, rinnie.” you smiled, placing a smooch on his lips, purposely making noise as he chuckled. 

“come on, let’s go to sleep. you have class early in the morning, i don’t want you to fall sick.” rin said and you nodded, the both of you getting comfortable on the bed. you scooched closer to your boyfriend, wrapping all your limbs around him as you placed your head on his chest. your ear was right on top of his heart, hearing the thumping noises of his heart beating. 

it brought you peace to know such a perfect man existed, alive and in your hold right now. his pulse lulled you to sleep and soon enough, you were knocked out. 

rin glanced down to his chest and saw you fast asleep, his lips curling upwards as he bent his head down to place kisses on your lips and forehead. 

“oh, before i forget.” he leaned over to grab your phone, unlocking the device as he went to the submission box of your project assignment. he unsubmitted the report, going to the title page as he erased the names of your group members. a satisfied smirk was plastered over his face as he resubmitted the finished project that had just your name on it. 

“tch, not giving those fuckers any credit for what was all you, my love. sleep tight.” he said before ending his words to himself with a yawn, his own eyes feeling heavy. you were very warm and soft, which meant that rin would be out like a light soon as well. 

[seneon]

SAVIOUR OF NIGHTMARES ──── rin itoshi × fem! reader

about. in which, a consumer of nightmares saves the delver. made in abyss! au. reader is half-narehate (hollow). ooc rin. kind of fluff. wc of 900+

notes. ( wrote this back in june during my made in abyss hyperfixation ) anyways i love mia and belaf and and and. tagging @sweetheartsaku, @anqelically, @choccorin !!

nightmares. something that he always has. not even in a blue moon or occasionally, but almost every day. every day of his life the moment he shuts his eyes, it is as if a nightmare demon has favoured him and punctured the idea of horrifying dreams into the mind.

not a single day passes without a single speck of a blood-curdling image just roaming around at the back of his mind, awaiting to display like an inescapable horror movie.

in those nightmares, itoshi rin sometimes dreams of the worst possible outcome of the pit, the abyss. but mostly and the worst of all, his brother. as a delver of the black whistle, he fears almost nothing, except for the end of himself failing to his brother.

of course, you need no fear of being at the level of a white whistle. just like his brother. rin only exists to beat his brother, even if sae has gotten a white whistle a few years ago, rin still did not receive one.

it only meant that rin isn't at that level of his brother yet. his brother who has travelled with the most legendary delvers like ozen the immovable, or lyza the annihilator. rin was tempted to descend into a white whistle.

little did the itoshi know, his dreams and goals would only steer further away from him as his nightmares grew worse and worse every night. even now— as his mind swirled with the darkest days where he had a conflict with his brother. an argument that would change rin to be the way he is.

he still dreams of it until this day. even if the younger itoshi’s inner feelings say otherwise, his feelings of hatred are more prominent than the ones of love and affection. that was how horrible it has become until his hatred has formed into a demon in his mind that vomits nightmares into rin.

the delver shifted in his sleeping mattress, sweat already formed from the anxiety that his mind played through. his closed eyelids would occasionally move, eyebrows scrunching in a sense of pain.

“i can save you from your nightmares,” a feminine voice called through the audio of the horror playthrough, as rin remained silent. “just give me a little love.”

huh?

give who a little love?

who is speaking to rin?

“i can help you tonight, and every other night. you just have to give me your love in return.”

tempting, but extremely suspicious. is this another dream trying to coexist with his nightmare about his elder brother? is this possible? a mysterious voice that blocks out all other noises and only speaks to rin himself.

it doesn't matter, rin needed the hellish punishments of a nightmare to cease at this moment. so he agreed, even if he didn't know how to agree with him, the voice responded to him and he could physically feel as if his dreams were being lifted from the insides of his brains.

then, cold yet gentle fingers touched the skin of the itoshi, gently cupping his face to caress his soft skin. you then leaned down on the sleeping form of the delver and placed a soft kiss onto his lips. pulling away not to be distracted by anything else, you placed your forehead on his as your noses touched.

rin felt a cool air on his forehead. it slowly seeped into his forehead and sunk into his mind, giving his mind a place of peace. it was like all his bad memories and all the nightmares he has to sleep through has been frozen by the cool air just as it was all replaced with utter calmness instead of calamity.

for the first time in years, he finally had peace while his eyes were shut. his eyelids weren't shaking or struggling to keep awake or fall asleep into hell, but they were still and peaceful.

you watched in curiousity at the human male, a delver with a black whistle. you wondered, why is he not a white whistle yet? he is already in such a deep layer into the abyss. someone with his survivor skill is bound to own a white whistle.

at least, that's what you knew from the previous white whistle delvers that you've met along the way. you shifted rin’s messy bangs. but the moment you pull your hands away from his face, he grabs your hand gently.

“is it you? the one who punctured peace into my mind.”

you nodded. “i only consumed your nightmares because you consented to it.”

rin’s teal eyes looked up at your hovering form. still in a sluggish state, he scans your being. he couldn't tell if you are human or a creature of the abyss, for he is only focused on one thing.

“you are so beautiful... ” he said, letting go of your hands to shift them to your face. “you are my saviour, aren't you?”

as a narehate, you felt yourself blushing at the human teenager who held your face in his own arms. his voice and words too, were hypnotising, as if they were coated in honey and you are a bee not resisting them.

this human, a black whistle delver, itoshi rin, he's yours. yours the moment you laid your eyes on him through the force fields of the abyss as you watched him ventured until this layer. it was simply fate that brought the two of you together.

rin was even willing to love you for an eternity and become a narehate himself if you'll prevent and save him from having hellish nightmares. even if you become a white instrument for the male, he'll do anything for you.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[yooils]

everything i know about love. itoshi brothers (seperately!) x reader. bittersweet. fluff & angst. unrequited love.

☆彡– but really, how can he mourn for something he’s never had ?/ or, reasons why they’ll never love.

a/n: i’m so sorry for the way i delayed all my writings!! the rin thing took so long.

SAE ITOSHI can’t love. (at least, that’s what everyone believes, and what he tells himself.)

he doesn’t love. he criticises, observes, scorns it, but he doesn’t know how to love.

maybe that ability was lost a long time ago– along with his naive passion. maybe it was never there to begin with– a fitting explanation, it seems, for a heartless being like him.

sae itoshi doesn’t love. sae itoshi doesn’t allow himself to indulge in such luxuries. (after all, isn’t football supposed to be his only passion?)

but when he meets you, he feels like his world’s been thrown into turmoil.

you’re leagues above him, he thinks.

you’re more than he deserves; more than what he’s signed up for when he chose his future at the age of 13. there was no love included in the contract. there was only a sponsored one-way trip to spain.

(if anything, he could probably learn to love you.)

you’re kind. you’re so pretty to him that his heart aches when you smile at him. your accidental caresses to his skin makes it feel like it’s burning incessantly, permanently scarring where you touched him. your jokes are so bad sometimes a smile creeps out from his stoic face– but vanishes before you can point it out.

he likes you, but he’ll never love you.

not in this life.

(“you’ve probably noticed, but i do like you as more than a friend, sae.”

sae’s breath hitches. he wants, so desperately, to say yes.

he doesn’t.

your understanding smile lingers with him for days.)

it's no surprise when you start to draw away from him, really. but why does his heart ache when he thinks about a world of soccer– without you?

sae itoshi doesn't love, but now he'll be forever haunted by the whispers of what could have been.

RIN ITOSHI has a warped perception of love.

(after all, he's been hurt before. he knows of the horrors that the ephemeral feeling of love comes with. he knows how this story will end. but while sae itoshi cannot love, rin doesn't need it. he's given up on it, really; the very fabric of love having fallen into his category of 'lukewarm' even when he was a teenager who didn't know better.)

yet through the number of lenses you've seen him through over the years, you wonder if he truly is incapable of loving.

the flame in your heart grows bigger, despite the torrents of mental warnings in your head.

exhibit 1.

for someone who exhibits such emotionless behaviour, he really likes stupid dating sims. and he denies it vehemently, when asked.

“it’s not a matter of the romance. it’s so stupid that it takes my mind off things.” rin deadpans, raising an eyebrow at your sudden question.

exhibit 2.

cutely enough, he has an emo, teenager romance playlist.

(when you point it out, he disagrees that it’s angsty. "it's just for homework. i work better with songs i don't care about as white noise."

–the blatant lie that slips out of his mouth makes you question the very foundation your long standing friendship with rin. was he really that intent on lying about something so amusing?)

exhibit 3.

you've been rin's self proclaimed best friend for as long as you can remember. maybe preschool, or even before.

you know how hard it was for him to keep up with his prodigy brother. you know the lengths he's gone through to earn rank #1 on japan's top 300 footballers. you know rin itoshi, the boy behind the stoic and calculated facade. the boy who says he doesn’t cry, but sometimes finds himself tearing up over sentimental pet movies.

(it’s better this way, you know. it’s better to conceal the fact that you’ve been totally in love with him for almost a decade, from you were both angsty pre-teenagers in middle school until now, in your early twenties, when he’s becoming a rapidly-growing football celebrity and you’re still right where he left you, five years ago.)

there’s no happy ending to this story. there was never meant to be one.

exhibit 4. (the disaster)

it was a mistake.

okay, maybe it was less of a mistake, and more of an impulse decision, considering how little he regretted it the morning after.

he should regret it, shouldn’t he? it’s normal to not regret sleeping with the only person he trusts with his life, right? even if his feelings towards you were only platonic..?

he’s been enchanted by the illusions of love underneath the sheets. now he doesn’t know what to do– when he’s so wrapped up in thoughts of you, you, only you.

does he want to like you? no, heavens, no.

(does he like you, realistically, in an ideal world? yes. so much– maybe he would even sacrifice his career for you in another life.)

love is a curse. love ends everything. love is what fuels his hatred.

does he love you?

even if he does, it’ll be astronomically less than how much you love him, wouldn’t it? does it matter? when he’ll never be enough– when you deserve more?

his rejection– blunt, cold, hits you like a truck.

of course it does.

summary

a part of you will always like rin, you think.

rin is childish– rin, at his twenties– still doesn’t know the true extent of how much you actually like him. you don’t think you’ll ever tell him, either.

maybe you should move on.

how can you, when you’ve been in love with the same person for a decade–? how can you, when he was- is everything to you?

(how could he move on as well– when he’s completely ruined the only person who ever liked him genuinely– without any sort of obligation to do so? how could he, when he was the only one who could be blamed?)

maybe, in ten years, he’ll regret it.

11.22.2023

[catsuro]

put a ring on it || rin itoshi

“no, i’m not letting you go out there,” 

itoshi rin grabs your wrist in an attempt to pull you to his side but you pout, slipping from his grasp once more. the entire night he’s been like this: following after you, heart dropping every time you pull away just for it to soar again when you look his way with a teasing smile afterwards. he chuckles at the thought; it’s reminiscent of the way he pined for you all those years ago before you were his. before he was yours. you’d have noticed the way his eyes linger on you, pupils blown out and filled with adoration if you weren’t such a goddamn lightweight. 

“but rin, it’s single ladies! ‘s my favourite, you know that!” 

rin tucks your hair behind your ears. “i know that, but you’re not a single lady.” he tries to reason. 

“mmm yeah, i guess not…” a dreamy faraway look makes its way onto your face as your mind wanders to the heartthrob of a man you’ve been dating for 2 years, completely unaware that said man is standing right in front of you with a deadpan look on his face. he thinks he’s won you over before your brows furrow and a pout pulls your lips downwards again.

“but i still wanna dance…” you interlock your fingers with rin’s as you look up into his eyes. you can never get tired of the intensity of his gaze; even after two years, the bright teal peeking under dark, heavy lashes still make you pause in your tracks. rin was always so, so handsome. unfairly so. 

“just this one song, kay? then we can go home and do anything you’d like.” with a doe-eyed look, your pinky slowly curls around his and rin sighs. 

what a minx, he thinks. he still remembers the first time you linked pinkies with him, when the two of you were walking under street lamps after you waited for him to finish practice. it was you that waited for him as he navigated through his own feelings at 19, not quite ready and still unsure of what to do. then on that fateful night the side of your hand brushed his, once, twice, and before he knew it, rin trailed after your touch after being deprived of it all his life. 

now here you are, still loving him despite everything. 

rin ruffles your hair. “yeah, yeah. now shoo,” 

you raised your fist in victory before making your way to the dance floor, but not without turning your head to poke your tongue out at him. and rin mouths a ‘lukewarm’ back as if you aren’t the only thing that matters to him in this party– the only thing capable of making him feel. with hands in his pocket and back leaning against the counter, rin stays to himself, entertained by the sight of you dancing your heart out. and when your favourite part comes on, your eyes search for him over the crowd, 

“if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it, 

don’t be mad once you see that he want it” 

rin nods as you sing the lyrics to him. he thinks you look the prettiest when you’re carefree like this, when you know that he’s there to protect you so you can feel safe.

“if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it, oh, oh oh,” 

his lips curved to form a small smile, mind drifting to the velvet box he’s skillfully hid on the top of his cupboard. oh, you have no idea. 

rin is like. the most attractive boy in blue lock easily🥱

[mixolya]

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pairings﹕rin itoshi x gn!reader

contents﹕one shot, fluff, academic rivals to friends to ???, wc: 1257, proofread

the steady hum of bright lights filled the lecture hall, a faint undercurrent to the low chatter of students settling into their seats. you flipped through your notebook, barely glancing at the professor as he outlined the term’s schedule. your attention was elsewhere, fixed on the boy sitting three rows behind you, rin itoshi.

you hated the way he carried himself, so calm and detached, like the world revolved around his perfectly measured strides and unbreakable confidence. and yet, every glance his way was a betrayal of the very dislike you clung to.

“it’s always him,” you muttered under your breath, staring at the list of rankings on your phone. of course, there he was again - top of the class, a position he had claimed since the first semester. your name followed closely behind, second place. always second.

as if on cue, rin’s gaze flicked up. those sharp teal eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment, and you felt your stomach twist. you quickly looked away, heat creeping up your neck. it was maddening how someone so infuriating could leave you feeling like this - off-balance, exposed.

by the time you reached the library that afternoon, your frustration had bubbled into determination. if you wanted to beat rin itoshi, you needed to outwork him. and if there was one thing you knew, it was that effort always triumphed over talent.

you spread your notes across the table, highlighting passages in your textbook with mechanical precision. hours passed, and the sky outside darkened to a soft navy. you were deep in focus when you felt it, a presence. familiar. unmistakable.

“you’re here late,” rin said, his voice low but distinct.

you looked up, meeting his impassive stare. he stood across the table, hands in his pockets, a textbook tucked under one arm.

“so are you,” you replied, forcing nonchalance into your tone. “what do you want?”

he shrugged, his expression unreadable. “this table has the best lighting.”

“there are other tables.”

“but this one’s the best,” he said simply, sitting down across from you without waiting for permission.

you scowled, shifting your focus back to your notes. his presence was intimidating, but you refused to let him see how much it rattled you. the two of you worked in silence, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. every so often, you caught him glancing your way, and each time, your heart betrayed you with a quickened beat.

the rivalry between you and rin was silent yet persistant. every assignment, every exam, every project; it was a silent battle for supremacy. and yet, there were moments that blurred the lines between competition and something else entirely.

like the time you caught him watching you in class, his expression difficult to read but his gaze intense. or the fleeting conversations that felt heavier than they should, words tinged with a meaning neither of you dared to acknowledge.

it wasn’t hatred, but it wasn’t friendship either. it was something in between, something risky and fragile, like a thread stretched too thin.

the turning point came when the professor announced the midterm project.

“you’ll be working in pairs,” he said, scrolling through a list on his tablet. “i've already assigned partners to ensure a balanced workload.”

your stomach dropped as the names were read aloud.

“y/n l/n and rin itoshi.”

the room spun. of all the people, why him?

you risked a glance at rin, whose expression remained confident. if he was annoyed by the pairing, he didn’t show it.

“guess we’re stuck together,” he said after class, falling into step beside you.

“don’t make it sound like a death sentence,” you retorted, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

he smirked. “i’ll try to survive.”

the first meeting was awkward, to say the least. you met at the library, your usual spot by the windows now shared territory. the air was awkward with unspoken rules - boundaries neither of you dared to cross.

“let’s just divide the work,” you said, pulling out your laptop. “i’ll handle the research, and you can focus on the presentation.”

“why not the other way around?” rin asked, arching an eyebrow.

“because i said so,” you snapped.

he leaned back in his chair, studying you with that annoying calm expression. “fine. but don’t complain if my part overshadows yours.”

you glared at him, your pulse quickening. “don’t underestimate me, Itoshi.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing.

as the days passed, the initial tension began to shift. you fell into a rhythm, your conversations less antagonistic and more collaborative. but the underlying current of competition remained, fueling your mutual drive.

one night, as you worked late in the library, rin surprised you with a rare moment of vulnerability.

“you’re always so focused,” he said, breaking the silence. “it’s impressive.”

you looked up, startled by the compliment. “thanks?”

he hesitated, his gaze dropping to the table. “i mean it. you push me to be better.”

for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. the weight of his words hung in the air, a fragile truth neither of you had acknowledged before.

“you do the same for me,” you admitted quietly.

his eyes met yours, and in that moment, something shifted. the rivalry, the tension, the unspoken yearning - it all formed into something unquestionable.

the night before the project deadline, you found yourselves in the library once again. the work was done, but neither of you made a move to leave. instead, you sat in companionable silence, the weight of the past weeks settling between you.

“do you ever wonder why we’re like this?” rin asked suddenly, his voice breaking the stillness.

“like what?” you asked, though you knew exactly what he meant.

“this constant thing between us,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “rivalry. tension. whatever you want to call it.”

you looked down at your hands, your chest tightening. “maybe because we’re too similar.”

he shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “no. it’s because you’re different.”

your breath caught, and you risked a glance at him. his beautiful eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them, filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite name.

“you make me want to be better,” he said quietly. “not just as a student. as a person.”

the vulnerability in his voice was shocking, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

“rin,” you began, your voice trembling.

but he shook his head, cutting you off. “you don’t have to say anything. i just needed you to know.”

the silence that followed was heavy, charged with the weight of unspoken feelings. and yet, in that silence, there was a sense of understanding, a shared truth neither of you could deny.

when the project presentation ended the next day, your professor praised your work, calling it the best in the class. but as you stood beside rin, the usual rush of victory felt different. this time, it wasn’t about beating him. it was about standing with him.

as the class filed out, rin caught your arm, his touch sending a jolt through you.

“walk with me,” he said, his voice low.

you nodded, your heart pounding as the two of you stepped into the crisp afternoon air. the campus was quiet, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows on the ground.

“what happens now?” you asked, breaking the silence.

he glanced at you, his expression thoughtful. “i don’t know. but i’d like to figure it out.”

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[hauntedhokage]

“Don’t look at them, look at me.” With Rin?

I'm so soft for this one holy shit. I love soft Rin.

Also I headcanon that Rin is very anxious so there’s that.

Rin always skipped the events that required a lot of press or cameras in his face. His soccer wasn’t about publicity, it didn’t make him the best in the world, but this would be different. Any event hosted by any national soccer association had a mandatory attendance requirement. You had to be sick or unable to walk to get excused from going; Rin was neither, but this time he decided that he didn’t want to suffer through it alone and would actually use his plus one invitation.

“I don’t get an out anymore?” had been your teasing response, something that had him sighing with a comment that he needed you this time.

You learn why when you get there, learning that there was only one available entrance to the venue and it was also a media free-for-all complete with a red carpet. Rin hated the cameras and the questions that get yelled at him from a distance, he even avoided the camera post-game press conferences and interviews whenever he could, so this had to push his anxiety through the roof. He wouldn’t show it, wouldn’t mention it to you until he felt it was safe to do so, but the way he grips your waist when the long walk to the door starts tells you everything you needed to know - he was in the middle of shark infested waters and you were the cage keeping him safe.

“Rin! How do you feel about your next showdown with your brother?”

That was coming up, but you didn’t think the time to ask about it was when you were heading into a charity banquet. But you supposed a story was a story, even when Rin wasn’t going to give them a quote to run with besides a curt “no comment” before he’s guiding you along. The grip on your waist grows tighter, but yet enough to hurt but enough to tell you he was already done. But that’s why you were there, perhaps not the intended purpose but your purpose all the same.

“Don’t look at them, look at me.”

“The whole point is to look at them,” he mumbles back, voice quiet enough that you barely hear him over the chatter and questions being yelled at him.

“Trust me.” You mutter through your teeth, smiling when someone asked you to look at them for a photo and leaning into Rin more. With luck your additional warmth at his side would ground him for the next twenty yards until you were safe behind the doors. “Focus on me.”

You make it, just barely by Rin’s standards, but the deep breath he takes brings your own relief as you match it. But his hand does rub your side where he’d held you tight, a whispered apology that is brushed off as unnecessary as your own hands cup his cheeks.

“Gonna be okay?”

“After a drink.”

[satorusdiary]

4:22’ pm - rin itoshi

4:22: hi rinnie

4:22: can you pick me up please, i went on the wrong train..😓

you didn’t expect a fast reply, which made you slump onto one of the benches nearby the train station. you were at-least a few miles away from home.

maybe you should’ve paid attention more towards the trains instead of rushingly getting on a random one that was close to leaving.. but it wasn’t your fault, the train had the number you were supposed to go on!

surprisingly you got a reply not even five minutes later.

rin ml 4:26: oh lord.

rin ml 4:26: send me your location, right now.

you sighed in relief. but, apart of you felt a bit terrified. you knew once you would get home you would get a long lecture from your boyfriend.

honestly seeing rin being pissed off was a mix of three things, scary, hot, and sexy. it was undeniable, even if it would leave him slightly red, you could not deny it.

4:27: (location)

4:27: don’t be maddd..

rin ml 4:28: y/n.

rin ml 4:28: oh my god.

4:28: IM SORRY :((

4:28: i swear i was on the right train!

rin ml 4:29: apperantly not.. you’re stupid.

rin ml 4:29: stay where you are, i’m omw now.

4:30: thank you sooo much rin<33

4:30: i love you.

rin ml 4:32: i love you more

rin ml 4:32: i’m still upset, don’t think you’re off the hook baby.

4:33: :((

“c’mon, let’s go.” your boyfriends sweet voice comes into your senses, slightly startling you as you were busy scrolling on your phone.

before you could say anything, his arm goes around your waist and almost drags you away from the station, making his way to his car.

even if you knew he was frustrated with you, you still smiled and kissed his cheek. you were grateful to have him. very grateful.

“thanks rinnie,” you muttered, hoping he would look back at you. which he did.

though he didn’t reply, he just shook his head and kissed your forehead in return; opening your side of the car so you would get in before getting in his side of the car.

“so, lemme guess. you mixed up the numbers?” your boyfriend side eyes you, turning on the car along with the heater.

your lips formed a thin line, pressing them together. he was right. you nodded your head and avoided eye contact.

“‘m sorry..” you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

rin sighs, shaking his head. you think he would give you the silent treatment, oh how you were so wrong.

he cups your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look up at him without avoiding eye contact. your eyes linger, looking at his orbs.

teal.

the eyes that held all the cold, and seriousness in the word. especially when it was on the field. yet he would never show that side with you.

because he loves you, he adores you. you’re always there when he needs you. there is never a time where he doesn’t see you at his games, cheering him on with everything you’ve got in you.

it’s cute.

he owes you everything. he knows you deserves the world. something as little as this situation isn’t something worth to be stressed out over.

“love, it’s okay.” he murmurs, interlocking his lips with the tip of your nose. he hopes it helps lighten the mood with you.

“next time, just wait for me to pick you up. kay?” he continues, cupping your cheek with one hand. you look up at him in shock. no lecture??

“you’re not gonna lecture me for this? woah!” you gasp, e/c orbs getting brighter.

he chuckles and shakes his head, turning away softly to get the engine of his car starting, not before checking if your seat belt was on.

like always, it’s not on. and you don’t even notice it, even when he groans.

that’s before he moves over to your side to put your seat belt on for you, making sure the strap wasn’t too tight.

“ohhh.. whoops!” you nervously scratch the back of your neck, smiling up at him.

“tch, idiot. i really am the reason to why you’re safe all the time.” a playful smirk appears on his lips, as he drives away from the train station.

you huff and roll your eyes, denying it over and over “no, only sometimes!” you affirmed, noticing how he looks at you with a sarcastic expression.

rin rose his eyebrows, giving you the ‘are ya sure?’ look.you sighed, knowing he was mostly right.

“okay, maybe most times..” he grins, taking your hand into his whilst he drives.

[saeist]

a headcannon that nobody asked for! overprotective itoshi brothers

if there's one thing that sae and rin can at least get along and agree with, is that no one ever touches their baby sister aka you. like we're talking about no boys breathing within a 1 meter radius from wherever you're standing or they're getting it type of overprotective.

and if anyone tries to cross that border, well, get ready to pray for their sorry asses for even attempting to do such thing.

so when the infamous u20 vs blue lock match was happening, you bet your ass sae and rin (telepathically) were both "concerned" for your being knowing that they'll have to face the most dreading question one could ever ask the two brothers,

"who's that chick that has the same long under lashes like you?"

you were seated at the VIP area where all the rest of the teams families were also staying at. you noticed some had their player's respective jerseys on. you on the other hand, having brothers on both opposing teams, you could only do so much. you only had one balloon from each team in each hand.

hey, it's the thought that counts.

the first half of the match just ended and that means it was time for the half time. there, you took the opportunity to cheer for your two brothers, so they were aware of your presence.

"sae-nii! rin-nii! over here~♡" you wave

even if they were both on the opposite sides of the field, both sae and rin simultaneously looked up to find your voice

and of course that also means that their nosy teammates are also looking at your direction because, what do you mean there was another itoshi that they did not know about?

(both brothers purposely left out the vital information that they did in fact have a little sister because you know..)

"woah! who's that cute chick" otoya was the first to jump on rin. followed by karuso who also said the same thing

"rin, you have a little sister?" isagi joins in the little circle surrounding rin who looked like he was gonna bite somebody's head off.

"she's pretty" chigiri comments, also looking up at you. "long under lashes really run in the family~" bachira says in a singsong voice, waving at you

"everyone shut up!" rin barks, breaking away from the little circle that formed. by little i mean almost the entirety of the blue lock team (yes. including the bench warmers)

"rin-nii~ don't be mean" you yell from above, poking your tongue at him. rin gives you a "not the time' look that he usually gives you at home but to you it was fun to see rin so worked up because you know he's the one that gets verbal when it comes to you

there was a sense of satisfaction when you hear his team laughed and teased rin. choruses of:

"yeah rin-nii chan don't be mean to us~☆"

"just tell us her name, rin! we won't bother you again!"

"if i pass you the ball, would you give me her number?"

on the other side of the field, there was only one person sae has to look out for and that was no other than the man, the myth, the demon himself, shidou ryusei

when your familiar voice rang through sae's ears, you can only imagine what his face was. he clicks his tongue in annoyance and hesitantly looks up at your direction, wary that his teammates would also be looking with him

to his dismay, some were looking with him because who had the guts to call sae like that out in the open?

"she's hot isn't she, under lashes senpai~" he hears shidou tease behind him. sae reacts to this by giving him a good ol' wack on the head.

"that's my sister, you demon" sae spat, internally grimacing that shidou had those kind of thoughts about you. no, not on sae's watch. although, the realization only dawns upon sae that he just openly admitted that he had a sister

shidou somehow lived up to his insect nickname by jumping and zooming around sae in happiness or he says "i'm releasing dophamine~♡". while also screaming about how he now has dibs on you.

"you fucking demon. she's off limits"

sae may be shorter than shidou but damn, can he really threaten someone like it was nothing. shidou lowkey cowers in fear but he doesn't let that get to his head. in fact, he thinks this might be one hell of an opportunity to push the prodigy genius off the edge for once in his life

"if i score a hat trick, i'm getting her number. bet?" shidou proposes in a sing song voice. this agitates sae further. quickly shutting his offer with a simple, "hell no."

"then.. can i get yours instead?"

"if it means you backing away from my sister then i'll consider"

[kwnnys]

rin who acts like he despises the stray cat you brought into your shared apartment till you catch him snuggling with the creature after practice. and he's still trying to deny the fact that he actually loves the little shit.