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[rinniewvrld]

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘!𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘 .ᐟ

summary, your roommate, ryunosuke, is your typical joe. albeit lazy, but at least he pays his share of the rent. just don't ask too much question about what he does after dark, alright?

featuring, yandere!roommate x gn!reader

tags, unhealthy character dynamics, obsessive behavior, mentions of murder, implied stalking, drugging

notice, posting yandere on tumblr for the first time 💔💔 i mostly post this kind of stuff on my Wattpad, but lmk if you vibe or not 👉👈

♡ Being a part-time worker and a college student was a tiring combination. Even more so when you rented out a fairly cheap apartment and even then struggle to pay the rent.

♡ So that's why you pulled up to your facebook group looking for a roommate to share the rent with. When someone replied to your post, you immediately accepted them without a thought.

♡ However, when they arrived... You realized maybe you should've done a background check beforehand.

♡ Ryunosuke Kurokawa, that was the name he gave you. And to be frank, he's the most laziest guy you've ever met. You would've regretted letting him live with you if it he hadn't been paying his share.

♡ He is a med student and studied at the same school as you, but he took online classes because 'he couldn't be bothered to walk there' (It was literally a 15-minute walk away). You barely saw him do his chores though you never entered his room before, so you weren't sure if it was even clean or not. The most effort he gave was cooking for you and taking out his laundry basket from his room for you to clean.

♡ Whenever you come home from college or after working a tiring shift at your job, you either found him lounging in the living room with a some random sitcom playing in the background or cooking up in the kitchen wearing a cringey 'kiss the cook' apron that he bought off amazon.

♡ However, he's a fairly exceptional cook— something you never expected from a guy like him —and his meals were so fancy that you weren't sure if a college student like him could even afford the ingredients! Come to think of it, he never told you what his job was....

♡ Of course, Ryunosuke couldn't just tell you that he killed people for a living! That would instantly end up with him kicked out, worse in jail, but he told you he worked at a random convenience store so his late night missions would be excused.

♡ He has killed many, ranging from politicians to shitty husbands. Sometimes murderers like him if it were requested by his cilents. He couldn't care less if he had to kill an  innocent person or not, it's what pays the bills and he gets to feed you tons of tasty food.

♡ It took him so long to track you down, always waitig for the right time to slip into your life like the parasite he is. But when you posted needing a roommate, well... not only he could integrate into your personal space, but help you with your situation too! It was a win-win in his book.

♡ However, whenever you asked questions about his life, it was getting harder and harder to lie and hide his secret nightly activities. Like, 'What are you doing out so late?', 'Why is there a weird, red stain on your shirt?', things like that.

♡ Sometimes, he'd offer you some tea and slip a sleeping pill into your drink so you'll go to a deep and heavy sleep, ensuring you won't wake up when he comes barging in through the window, his sniper rifle warm after putting a bullet through another small-time politician's head.

♡ And when he's all cleaned up and done, he'd sneak into your room and starr down at your sleeping form. So sweet and innocent, oblivious to the blood on his hands and only ever viewed him as an average guy (and maybe something even more than just a roommate).

♡ He pressed a tender kiss on your forehead, bidding you sweet dreams before heading off to his room.

♡ Just being with you was enough to make all his trouble worth it. Even if it was at the cost of his life, he'll do anything just to keep you close to him.

[rinniessance]

rin is being needy lil baby because he has not been properly introduced here :C i swore to myself not to get close to a pro athlete with a ten foot pole yet here we are ,,, ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

[rinzsu]

FLOWERS, MY LOVE .ᐟ

cw: itoshi rin, fluff, gender neutral, established relationship, wc 300+, this is by far my fav piece of mine your boyfriend has other methods to express his love for you

„rin.. what are you doing?“

silence, followed by the slight crunching sounds the paper made as he folded it. that’s right.

itoshi rin, sat on the floor of your living room, surrounded by loads upon loads of pastel pink paper, folding it into dozens of little flowers.

you took a step closer, picking up a blossom that was laying astray before examining it closely. it must’ve been one of his first tries.

it’s petals were uneven, with one or two of them bent downwards. overall it looked like it was on the brink of falling apart, disfigured by the way he must’ve haphazardly thrown it on the wooden floor in his frustration of messing it up.

you smiled. he must’ve spend hours on making these, you noted while looking at the bunch to his left, little pastel flowers piling upon another.

you took another step towards him, stopping beside him to examine the flower he was currently crafting.

it looked downright perfect, petals forming a little crown around a little silver gem in the middle of the blossom matching perfectly with the soft pastel pink of the paper.

“are these for me?”

your question seemed to have startled him, the little jump he made upon noticing your presence beside him gave him away.

he turned to look at you, cherry red tinting his cheeks as his eyes washed over with confusion and guilt.

“you’re home early. you weren’t supposed to see them before they’re done.”

you giggled at him. he looked at you embarrassed before turning back to his task at hand. stubborn as ever.

you watched as he turned the flower in his hand, it’s downside facing upwards as he took ahold of the liquid glue, filling it into the small hole on the bottom before carefully closing it with a soft green pipe cleaner.

he gently collected the other flowers beside him, adding the his newest creation into the bunch before tying it tightly with a cream colored ribbon.

your boyfriend took one last look at his masterpiece, handing it to you together with a small note after giving an approving nod and a satisfied hum.

you gratefully accepted the bouquet, hugging it close to your chest while reading the little note.

with love, your rin

you smiled. these last few days rin has been feeling guilty every time you said i love you.

you understood tho, knowing full well that some people have difficulties expressing their feelings verbally, especially this early into your relationship.

you turned to look at him again, anticipation and nervousness swimming in those teal orbs of his.

“thank you rinnie.”

i understand. i love you too.

© rinsque 2023. plagiarism, translation and distribution of my works outside of tumblr is not permitted.

note. this is a repost from my old blog. while i tried not to repost too many of my old works,, i just can’t live without this one for it is one of my favorite pieces

[rinffection]

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[rinniewvrld]

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦 !

summary, after overworking yourself pass your usual hours to handling your unit and preparing for a big event, you ended up sleeping while hanging out with them.

featuring, mayoi ayase, arashi nakurami && ibara saegusa w/ gender-neutral!reader (romantic, separate)

tags, established relationship, all fluff no angst, headcanons, ooc

notice, first enstars post yippie 🎉 taking a break from grinding so much for the spider halloween event.. reader is a producer if it wasn't obvious.. highkey ooc?? esp for ibara, as much as i love him, i suck at writing characters like him huhu

— m. ayase

the two of you were baking in the dorm's kitchen when you suddenly passed out. just a few hours ago, you had proposed to mayoi to spend the day off with each other and decided baking something would be nice.

after all, after a hectic week of working yourself to the bone, what's a better way to spend the day than hanging out with your beloved boyfriend?

mayoi, at first, was cautious. he had been watching you veryy closely (and he's absolutely sorry-not-sorry for doing that) for pasy few days and noticed your signs of exhaustion. but still, he couldn't resist accepting your date idea when you begged him so desperately.

mayoi stared down at the mixture he's been mixing for a couple minutes, his brow furrowed in uncertainty. is he 100% sure this is how it's supposed to look?

then, mayoi turned around to face you. "uhmm... (name), could you— eek!" just as he did, he had witness your body collapse, hitting the floor with an extremely loud and audible thud that rang through the kitchen like a big bang. mayoi's face turned pale as he immediately ran up to your spot and kneeled down, checking you thoroughly.

his hands were stained with cookie batter, but he couldn't care less at this point and rolled you on your back. he put your head on his lap, pushing your hair out of your face to only be greeted by your peaceful, sleeping expression. he carefully felt your pulse on your neck and immediately let out a sigh of relief when he felt soft thumping under the pads of his fingers.

mayoi sighed, "thank god... you're just unconscious, i don't know what i would've done if you..." he stared down at you again, caressing your cheek. at any other situation, he would've found your sleeping face cute, but the guilt of agreeing to do this with you even when you're exhausted was chewing him up.

he immediately got cleaning up the mess you two made and hurried you to the infirmary. after the nurse was done checking you and confirming it was just exhaustion and stress and not anything serious, he was left alone to sit by your side and wait for you to wake up.

throughout it all... mayoi was nervous. the intrusive thoughts are coming to his head, making up scenarios that your condition became serious and had put you in a coma... he knew it wasn't going to happen, but the thought terrified him still.

when you woke up, mayoi immediately got on his hands and knees and apologized to you with genuine tears. it's gonna take a while for him to calm down...

"i-i'm sorry! i was aware you were overworked a-and yet i still made you bake w-with me! i'm an awful and pathetic person, i don't deserve your forgiveness!"

"m-mayoi, i said it's fine... c'mon, get up.."

— a. narukami

arashi finally got a day off from idol work and modelling, so she decided it would be fun to tag you along for shopping! it's been so long since she has been able to do some retail therapy, but it's much more longer since the two of you gotten on a date and it was starting to irritate her.

even if you were tired from handling your unit and trying to keep them out of trouble or paying the consequences of their stupid decisions, you still accepted the offer because you missed her a lot as well! you can handle to stay awake for a couple more hours, right?

... right?

arashi finished zipping up the dress and after doing a couple of practice twirls, she stepped out of the dressing room in an elegant and stylish manner fitting for the outfit she's trying on.

"(name), darling, what do you think? should i get it or not?" she spun around once more, showing off a full 360 of her look. when she didn't hear your voice praising her or doing commentary, she took a good look of your slumping figure and noticed that you had fallen asleep.

"oh dear," she chuckled, finding the way your head keeps flicking whenever you hunched too far cute. she sighed and shook her head, "you really should know better than overworking yourself, whatever should i do with you?" then, she walked up to you and tapped you on the shoulder, "come on, let's go home and do a spa day instead!"

when you grumbled something akin to a protest, she merely tutted and kissed your forehead. "mhm, whatever you say, dear. let me change back first and we'll head home, okay?"

"mmmgh... okay.."

true to her words, when you two arrived back, she immediately began setting the things up and prepared all the necessities for a spa day.

facemask? check. her favorite scented candles? check. the two of you in fluffy white robes, sipping on some tea with your feet deep in a bucket of warm water and epsom salt and your favorite drama playing on the tv? check, check and check.

arashi made sure your sitting arrangement is as comfortable ss possible, and frequently checked on you to see if you're in deep sleep. once the time is up, she'll gently shook you awake to let you know and cleaned up the place before bringing you down on the couch for a cuddle.

"i love you, (name), so please don't do that again, okay? i won't scold you right now since you need to rest more, but next time know your limits please. overworking is bad for your health."

— i. saegusa

it was rare for ibara to come back home for a day off. apparently, he was urged by his unit members to take a break and spend some time with his lover aka you, especially since the event is over now, and he had finished months worth of work in one sight.

although, it didn't take the rest of eden long to convince him to go home as he was already prepared to come back to your arms. after all, distance brings fondness and oh does he yearns for you.

he arrived at your apartment in a timely mannera and while his appearance is poised as usual, there was a slight element in his body language that told you he hurried his way back. he never been this ipatient.

there was time to go out for a date, but the two of you lacked the energy to even step out and interact with the world after a hellish week. ibara came rushing to you and spooning you in his arms.

"— it was hard to pull in the reigns on that problem child, but thankfully he seemed to understand and followed my instructions this time around... oh, i'll surely miss that part of him now that this event is over." ibara sighed, playing with a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers.

then, he shook his head, choosing to forget about his stressful week and focused on you now. this is the limited times he's able to see you outside of work and he didn't want to talk your ear off about every miniscule thing that has happened the previous days. he wanted to focus on you and you only for now.

"moving on. what about you, my dear? anything interesting happened to you?" he asked, waiting for an answer. he waited, and waited, assuming your silence was just you thinking about what to say. yet you still continue to be silent, confusing him and worrying him slightly.

"(name) dear?" he looked down at your face and relaxed immediately, making a sound of acknowledgement as he found you fast asleep in his arms. he chuckled, shaking his head gently. he said nothing more and joined you in your sleep.

even if the whole conversation he had with you was mostly one-sided, he's still glad he could spend his time with you. when you woke up from your nap, he had put a blanket over you and let you rest on the couch.

he even went out of his way to prepare food for the two of you, just in case you woke up hungry. the table was set nicer and better than you could ever done, and the food looked and smelled like heaven.

"hm? you're finally awake, i see. come, i've prepared us dinner, won't you join me? then, after this, let's talk some more. you still haven't told me how your week went, after all."

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[rinniewvrld]

𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗦𝗔𝗙𝗘 .ᐟ

summary, you end up getting sick after a horrible day and ryunosuke uses this chance to finally take care of you!

featuring, yandere!roommate/assassin x reader

tags, obsessive/protective behavior, mentions of murder, slight suicidal ideations coming from mc (not too much though), self-indulgent

notes, currently sick at the time of writing this 😭💔💔 this was just supposed to be a 500+ wc drabble, but uh it got kinda long

       You live a life of such shame. When the world was in the bad mood, it likes to take it out on you. Just like today, not only were you late to your first class, it also began to rain heavily and yout expensive textbooks took the most damage. And you also got mugged just outside your apartment, isn't that swell?

       A soft groan escaped your lips as you felt your forehead, it was searing hot against your palm. Great. You got sick too, burying you much deeper in your pit of troubles and problems. At this point, death was staring to look like a pretty good end. Unfortunately not many people die from getting a fever.

       Tossing and turning in your bed, you barely noticed the sound of the front door opening, too busy sulking about the next days spent lying sick and sniffling in bed.

       When Ryunosuke entered the apartment, he half-expected you to be in the living room. He had just finished a job and cleaned up before coming home since there was still some light out, but the place was strangely quiet. It made him unease.

       "Hellooo, anybody home? Roomie?" He called out, forcing his voice to steady despite the worry worming in his heart. When he heard your groans, his attention snapped to your bedroom door and didn't hesitate in approaching it and letting himself in.

       His gaze landed on your crumpled form on the bed, the blanket seemingly undecided whether to cover you or fuck off entirely. Your face was red, and your eyes half-closed and wet with tears that you could barely see Ryunosuke through your difficult breathing.

       On one hand, he felt relief knowing you weren't in any kind of danger, but on the other... He didn't like seeing you in any pain. Even if it was a simple fever.

       He sighed and shook his head, "You went and got yourself sick, huh? Poor baby." He approached your bed and sat beside you, moving your hand away from your head and touching your forehead. He almost took his hand away from how hot it was. "Holy shit, you're burnin' up!"

       You grumbled, half-aware of his presence. You weakly hit his arm which barely did anything to him.

       "Even when you're sick, you still got some spunk in ya." He chuckled, carding his fingers through your hair and fixing it out of your face. Then, he stood up. "I'll go get somethin' real quick. Wait here and don't move."

       Then, he got up and left. However it didn't take him several minutes to return and he comes in with a basin of cold water and soaked a hand towel in it. He wrangled the excess water out before pushing your hair up and carefully placing the wet towel on her burning forehead.

       For a while, it eased your fever slightly but you still heaved, nose still clogged with mucus and making it hard for you to breathe. Every time you open your eyes it just stings and you wish you could gouge them out just to make the irritating itch inside stop.

       "You want anythin' to eat?" Ryunosuke asked, his hand tenderly resting on your stomach. "I can cook up some chicken soup if you want."

       Despite your inability to do much, you forced yourself to speak. "Yes... please." You coughed, nearly choking on your own spit. "Chicken sounds... nice." Your voice sounded awful to your ears, but Ryunosuke found your hoarse voice all the more endearing.

       "Of course."

       He hates seeing you suffer, but if it's the only way you'll rely on him, well... maybe it wasn't all too bad.

...

       If there was anything Ryunosuke more proud of than you, that was his cooking skills. He may be an assassin, but if he had a better life, he would've started his own restaurant.

       As Ryunosuke thought of it, he stared down at the chicken soup slowly coming to a boil in a pot over the stove. His own reflection stared back at him.

       Maybe he still could start a restaurant if he get a kill that's big enough to retire comfortably. It would be nice to live a normal life for once, with you in the equation.

       But that's a thought for next time, Ryunosuke concluded and put out the fire. He scooped some soup into a small bowl and filled out a glass of water. He took to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing a few pills for headache and fever, then placing it all on a small little tray to easily bring them to your room.

       "Oh little roomie, dinner is served!" He barged into your room like it was his own, the tray in his hands. He set it down on the nightstand before settling down on the edge of your bed.

       "You okay? How's the wet towel helpin' ya?" Ryunosuke asked and felt for your temperature. "The fever seem to calm down a bit, that's good."

       Even as he spoke, you barely could pay attention to his words but when he suddenly lifted you up from your bed to sit up, you groaned and snapped out of your half-asleep state.

       "... What?" you sniffled, your nose clearing up slightly now that the blood flow to your head has decreased and lessened the swelling in your nasal passage.

       "I said you need to eat, so you can take your medicine. Were you even listening?" Ryunosuke's deadpan voice reached you at last, his words still slightly muffled by the sickness but you finally understood him. He picked up the bowl and scooped up a bit of soup, "Say ahh." He ordered.

       And you complied. Opening your mouth, you can feel the sides of a warm spoon entering you as hot chicken soup slid down your throat, warming your insides when it goes down in your stomach. Even though your taste was a bitter, you can vaguely taste the salt on the chicken bits and the soft vegetables under your molars.

       "Taste good, doesn't it?" He asked with a smirk. You nodded, and he took it kindly. "I knew it. My cooking is always delicious."

       You couldn't help but laugh through your sick-induced delirious state, albeit weakly. As you began to settle down more easily, Ryunosuke sighed in relief.

       Despite his calm persona, deep inside Ryunosuke was worried about the possibility of your condition worsening if he had come back home at his usual time. His heart finally returning to its normal pacing at the sight of your relaxed figure.

       Then you weakly croaked, "A guy..."

       A guy? This peaked Ryunosuke's interest.

       "A guy took my money... earlier..." you sniffled, "he held me at gunpoint in front of the apartment and... told me to give him everything I got..."

       Huh.

       "That's... kinda sad, huh? I got sick and my money's gone too." You laughed bitterly, but you were still upset at having all your valuables stolen.

       For a moment, Ryunosuke didn't move. He didn't move for a long while, he just sat there as if deep in thought. It confused you a bit until he let out a chuckle, "You got mugged, huh? That won't do." He suddenly got up which confused you more.

       You tried to sit up, but your lumb limbs was too heavy to move. "R-Ryu? Where are you?"

       'Just goin' somewhere. Don't worry." Ryunosuke reassured you. When you opened your eyes slightly, you can see him standing by the doorway, about to close the door. "Just stay here and get some rest, m'kay? Got work to do."

        You backed off at the mention of his work, "Oh... Okay then." Then he left without another word.

...

       It was 12 in the morning when your phone suddenly buzzed. You woke up to a pounding headache and a quiet house. When you went to pick up the phone, you heard Ryunosuke's voice on the other line:

       "Hey, roomie. You already up or did I wake you? Well, that doesn't matter. I just wanna say I'll be comin' home soon, just took some trash at my work. Don't stay up too late now, okay?"

[rinniewvrld]

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘!𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 .ᐟ

summary, felix always believed he was destined for greatness. he was smart, rich and "hot" as some might say. but his empire breaks when a new kid break into the scene

featuring, yandere!academic rival x gn!reader

tags, unhealthy power dynamics, clingy and kinda pathetic yandere, delusional and obsessive behavior, implied isolation, abuse of power, he's a bit egoistical

notes, this is a pretty old draft from my wattpad account ermmm this is heavily altered from the one i published at wp

♡ Felix Escoffier is a serious man that follows strict rules and principles. He's the only son of a famous fashion designer who practically owes everyone's parents, so it's natural that they follows his every whims. Even if at times his so-called 'policies' can be overbearing, borderline senseless.

♡ Though his power doesn't only come from his father's connection. He's the student president, as well having the highest honor out of everyone else. He's popular among the school staff and favored by the teachers for his achievements marking a good reputation for the school.

♡ This is his perfect empire where he and only he strictly rules among all the inching worms. The top of the food chain, the king lion. Nobody can stop him from reaching greatness now. Until you did.

♡ After acing his final exams without much of a break, Felix decided to check the ranking board to see where his rank was. Of course, he's confident to see his name at the number one spot, but he needed the boost anyways. However when he arrived at the board, he almost fainted.

♡ He was second to your name. Just who are you? You never appeared in the Top 10 before, so where did you come from? It took every single part of him to not black out right then and there.

♡ Rumors began spreading all the school, the strange new transfer student became the student body's buzzing gossip. Not only did you utterly crushed a man's entire life in a single day, but you were just a commoner. A commoner who managed to get inside such a prestigious school through a scholarship. And not like paying the fee like everyone did! Everyone believed you must've cheated the system.

♡ While the entire school was in shambles, you, on the other hand, couldn't care less. The only reason you managed to topple over the king bee was because your friend had betted that you won't be able to demolish the school ranking in one night. (Guess who had a 100 bucks under their name now?)

♡ Felix couldn't take it. Of course, he was his father's child! The expected successor of his business, the soon-to-be ruler of the fashion emperor! He wouldn't let himself be taken down by anyone, not by the likes of a commoner no less.

♡ So he made the decision to confront during lunchtime, prepared to absolutely obliterate you in front of everyone and ruin any chance of yours to strike back!

♡ But oooh, you so much different from what he heard in the rumors. You weren't disgusting or ugly, and you certainly weren't a cheater when he had tested your knowledge with the hardest question on the exam. Even he got that question wrong multiple times before. And you were so beautiful his jaw dropped at the first sight of your face, he couldn't even utter a single world to stop you from walking away.

♡ When you brushed him off so casually, it hurt his pride a bit. Sure, he had originally planned to ruin your social life, but upon realizing what a valuable asset you could be in his journey of taking over his father's business, but he couldn't let you go now!

♡ He stuck to you like an annoying bug. Always buzzing in your ear and demanding that the two of you must study together despite proudly declaring you as his arch-nemesis in public. Sometimes he gets too close to you, his heartbeat would spike up and his hands get clammy to the point he could barely hold a pencil. Just brushing his arm against yours was enough to make his nose bleed.

♡ Plus, he's always complaining if you don't wear your uniform correctly. But anytime you take your blazer off— or god forbid unbutton the first button if your blouse —the little skin revealed makes him flustered to the point of him running away to deal with himself.

♡ But in the next exam, your ranking immediately dropped to the bottom. It made the student body stir with confusion at this development and prompted a lot of questions from classmates and teachers alike. But Felix was more than just mortified to see the change and nearly fainted when checking the board again.

♡ He had to confront you again, of course, there's so much to discuss! Did you perhaps give up or did he scare you off? No matter, he'll just drag you back so you'll be his rival again! That is until he saw you hanging out with your friends.

♡ Of course, the only explainable reason why your ranking dropped was because of those delinquents! Despite your brilliance, your social awareness must not be as sharp as he thought. These braindead hooligans are influencing you and dragging you into their mess! Don't worry, he'll guide you back on the right path.

♡ So he made the proper arrangements. He used his power to forcibly change your schedule to match his, so he can always watch over you even during classtime. The teachers are now much harder on you, so you can focus on your studies more instead of goofing off with your so-called 'friends' (devils, he calls them), and everyone begins moving you out of fear of facing his wrath.

♡ It won't be too long until he's all that you have left. You're completely isolated from everyone at school, and your mountain of schoolwork isn't helping with your ruined reputation.

♡ However, fear not. Just let him help you with you and just depend on him. He'll mold you into the perfect rival, just for him.

[rinniewvrld]

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗡𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 .ᐟ

summary, it was raining. and this time around, izumi didn't brought his umbrella. thankfully, he came across someone who does. unfortunately for him, it was the person he 'hated' the most.

featuring, izumi sena w/ gender-neutral!reader (romantic)

tags, (mostly) fluff, one-sided rivalry, just izumi things, implied childhood friends, izumi in denial core, mandatory ooc tag

notice, i feel like this idea could work for another character like tsukasa but.... idk izumi's the first guy i thought of when i came up with the idea.

(name) (lastname). oh, how izumi dreaded that name every single time he hears it.

there's not a particular thing about you he doesn't like. maybe it was your face or your voice, even the way you walk, but he seems to hate something in every aspect of your being... irritating. much worse is that his unit members teases him for it.

"ne, secchan, why are you so obsessed with (name)?" ritsu had brought up during practice break. the other knights members looked towards izumi who froze upon the question asked, midway picking up his water bottle.

"ha? obsessed?" izumi turned his head, furrowing his brows as a tick mark appeared on his forehead. why is he even bringing this up?

arashi chuckled from her side of the room, folding her arms over her chest. "oh, don't mind izumi, he's always been like that when it comes to (name). especially back when we're still kids." she then shook her head, "although i am interested to hear your feelings about (name)."

izumi clicked his tongue, his mood only souring as they pester him. "tsk, what's there to even talk about? feelings? i don't have any feelings for them. they're just so annoying that it's distracting me from my work."

leo tilted his head, "distracting? how?"

izumi opened his mouth, ready to spit out whatever reason he could think of to excuse his hate towards you. and yet something comes out, his vocal chords felt weak against the lump of muscles in his throat and his heart began thumping in an odd pattern when your face pops up in his mind.

what could he say about you? you're... you. as weird as it sounds.

he shook his head, sighing. "... do i need a reason to not like them? they're just... too much."

"sounds to me you have a crush on 'em." ritsu teased, causing the others— leo and arashi —to start teasing him too.

"a crush? i didn't think of that before, but that sounds about right!"

"little izumi is growing up, so cute~"

"it's ok, we still love and accept you for who you are."

the grey-haired boy felt his face flush in embarrassment, he opened his mouth to shout at them and tell them off but the words keept dying in his throat, not letting him speak properly.

"shut up, will you? there's nothing right about me crushing on them! i hate them." izumi huffed, turning away and hiding his face to avoid any further teasing. "there's no way i'd ever like someone like them. so annoying..."

even as he said that with such confidence, his face was still red as a beet and his heart continued to beat weirdly.

i don't get it. why do i feel like this? it's irritating. he bit his lip, closing his eyes and trying his best to clear his mind, to set his heartbeat normal again. but when he did, all he could see was your face. your disgustingly pretty face.

eventually, practice had resumed as usual. but each time he glances at the miror, he could see a mirage of you sitting in the background and clapping your hands to support him.

his heart wouldn't beat normally again.

.

.

.

the following weeks were not... the best weeks izumi had faced. everytime he was out with arashi, leo or ritsu and there was coincidentally an advertisement with (name)'s face on it, they'd point it out and call him out in it.

thankfully, tsukasa couldn't care less about the whole ordeal but lately he's been getting on izumi's last nerves by reminding him to focus on idol work instead of his little crush... it didn't take long until nearly the entirety of new-di knows about it.

and just like every other day, he carefully making his way out of the ES building after having to deal with the knights' teasing, he was immediately greeted the sight of thundering grey skies and the heavy pitter-pattering of rain.

just great. just exactly what he needed.

and unfortunately for the usually responsible izumi sena, he did not bring an umbrella with him.

he sighed, running his hand through his grey locks and tugging on them out of frustration. without no other choice, he stood there under the frigid, concrete shade with the cold seeping through his clothes. he crossed his arms and looked at the sky, waiting for the rain to end.

he waited, and waited. and waited some more. then 30 minutes pass and the sky has gotten darker and darker with no sign of the rain letting up anytime soon.

does he need to make a run for it? seek shelter under tree shades, rest for a few minutes before challenging the rain again until he reached home?

izumi groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "i should've checked the weather app." he muttered to himself. "when will this end?"

then, a voice responded. "from what i could see, it doesn't look like it'll be ending soon." a familiar, teeth-grinding voice responded to his rhetorical question.

izumi glanced behind him, his gaze sharp and indifferent as it landed on your smiling face before moving down to the automatic umbrella in your hands.

he watched you move closer to the edge of the porch and open your umbrella. the bright red umbrella standing out in the bleak, grey atmosphere. you turned your head towards him, your smile gentle and warm in contrast to the harsh weather.

even in your presence, you managed to make the rain what once was ruthless and unrelenting on its fall on earth, look like a drizzle.

"wanna share?" is what you only said to him, offering your hand towards him. for him to take and join you under the umbrella.

izumi flinched, but managed to hide it well underneath his aloof expression. he expected you to just leave him there, offering a half-hearted good luck. after all, you must not like him too, right? izumi sena and (name) (lastname) never gets along... or at least that's how he perceives it to be.

he hesitated, staring down at your hand, unsure if it was worth it. when was the last time you guys held hands before? or was there even a time when you two did that? izumi couldn't remember. no matter how weird the nostalgia the scene gives him.

then, he sighed and shook his head. "fine. but if my clothes get wet, you're going to clean it." he threatened casually and took your hand.

he nearly slipped on his way to find cover under your umbrella and glared at you as if you were responsible for it. "give me that." he, without a warning, snatched the umbrella from your hands and held it up. "it's better if the taller person held the umbrella.

you chuckled, "such a gentleman. although, you were always like that, i guess."

"what's that supposed to mean?" he glanced at you. his hold on your hand gentle but firm, a subconscious act on his part.

"nothing, nothing. let's just hurry up before the rain gets worse."

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.

.

"hey, hold my hand!" a young boy shouted at another child, reaching out his hand towards them while the other was occupied holding an umbrella.

the child sat on the wet concrete, merely looking up at the grey-haired boy with an expression akin to awe. the boy, seemingly not appreciating the wait, glared at him and puffed his cheeks.

"hey, are you deaf or something? take my hand before i take it back!" he threatened, although at that moment, it seemed unlikely he'll do that.

the rain continued to pour down in them, the pitter-patter ringing loud throughout the empty street. then, snapping out of their trance, the other child finally took his hand and held onto it tightly.

the boy pulled them up with all the strength a kid his age could muster and kept them close under the safety of the umbrella.

"jeez, you're so reckless. falling down like that." he scolded them, shaking their head like a disappointed parent. "next time, hold my hand much tighter. just like that. i can't have you falling again or else i'll get in trouble."

he didn't get a response other than them squeezing his hand. he squeezed theirs back in response, as if to reassure them that they'll be fine. the boy looked away, hiding the growing blush on his face from them.

"come on, let's go. the rain might get worse."

notice, is this in game lore accurate. ik he's obsessed with makoto in their childhood days but this js came to me in a fever dream and ooooough i js need to write this. also we js got hit by like 4 typhoons, but that ok im a winner and i rlly like winning 🫶

likes, reblogs && general feedback r appreciated!

[rinniewvrld]

𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 (8:11) .ᐟ

summary, it's getting late and on your way home, you share a carriage with your friendly co-worker. or at least, that's how it's supposed to go.

featuring, (john) the narrator x gn!reader

tags, obsessive behavior, unreality, 4th wall breaks depression, suicide, mentions of death, lil bit more fucked up than usual

notes, i got bored and i wanted to experiment on more concepts !! this is less yandere focused, but more horror/thriller focused. this is just a concept still, so i might post more about this oc 🫶 (im not too happy with the way i wrote this but eehh)

8:11 pm. You didn't realize how late you were working until you checked the time on the punch machine. It's been a couple weeks since you started doing overtime to earn enough to pay all your monthly expenses, and now you didn't have a job to support yourself.

Your boss's voice still rang in your ear, his incessant yelling and degradation scratched the walls of your ear canal like a power drill piercing your head. And when you recieved an email telling you have been fired, the scratching became worse and you almost reached your fingers inside your ear and pull out your eardrums. Almost.

With a sigh, you step down into the metro station. It was eerily quiet, but you've gotten used to coming home late at this point. You brought yourself a ticket from the self-service machine and began waiting. You let your body collapse onto a seat, your limbs turning numb from the cold.

Usually you'd busy yourself with your phone while you wait, but for some reason, there's an itching urge to look around your surroundings. Of course, it's just a boring old train station with blank tile walls and the distinct smell of something metallic and dusty, of steel break dust and creosote.

Though... there was something off by the lighting. It was yellowish, the color intensifying at random intervals. But you brushed it off as the staff changing out the lights. Maybe they wanted the station to feel more cozy, yet the yellow just felt dizzy and vomit-inducing.

You turned to the train tracks, the metal glinting at the light as if taunting you. It beckoned you to come close, to jump into its arms. The tracks got closer and closer, until you were standing over the ledge and looking down at it. It offered a chance to get rid of all your problems, a chance to never worry about paying rent in time or being able to afford yourself dinner.

You saw the lights, you heard the whistle. And you jumped without a second thought.

... Wait, that— that wasn't supposed to happen. No. Let's try again.

8:11 pm. You didn't realize how late you were working until you checked the time on the punch machine. It's been a couple weeks since you started doing overtime to earn enough to pay all your monthly expenses and you couldn't take out your frustrations on after-work drinking anymore.

With a sigh, you exited your office building and headed down the streets. There were still some shops open, but with the state of your wallet, you don't think you can afford to buy anything.

You begin to walk to the direction of the train station, scrolling through your phone mindlessly and hearting your friends' posts on facebook. Seeing your friends' smiling profile pictures made your heart warm. You couldn't help but find happiness through others' lives, even if your own was shitty.

When you looked up from your phone, you noticed you were about to cross the road. Immediately, you tuck your device in your pockets and wait for the walk sign to change. There weren't any cars around, but you can't be caught by jaywalking. Seconds tick by and the stick figure changed its position, indicating it was okay to walk.

However, as you crossed the street, a loud shriek made you freeze in place. A blinding light came towards you and a hulking truck crashed into your body. The last thing you felt was the cracking of your ribs, broken bones digging into your heart.

... That's not right either.

.... acks got closer and closer, until you were standing over the ledge and looking down at it. It offered a chance to get rid of all your problems, a chance to never worry about paying rent in time or being able to afford yourself dinner.

Immediately, you snapped out of it when you saw the lights and managed to pus yourself away from the edge just before the train could snag you down on its path.

The sound of your heartbeat rang loudly in your ears like a grating whistle, you can feel the left ventricle pumping every inch of blood into your fragile body. Adrenaline coursed through your veins like a drug.

You let out a sigh of relief. You couldn't believe you almost killed yourself, much worse you don't even remember how you even got so close to the train tracks in the first place.

The doors open, a hissing sound sparked in the air. If you looked hard enough, you could see a light fog seeping out of the carriage and gracing the tiled floor. It felt unnervingly warm.

For some reason, you peeked your head inside only to see if carried no passenger. It was normal for the train to be empty around this time, but the warm air exiting the train felt as if something or someone had been inside just a moment ago.

And then, the door closed. And your head dropped to the floor.

... You heard the sound of metal screeching and you felt something— more like someone —pulling you by the arm. You yelped in pain at their harsh grip and as your nose bumping into their chest. The train now sat where you had planned to lay, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was quick, and you found yourself grasping your beating chest. You barely noticed it had arrived in the first place. It could've been you under its wheels, organs crushed and splattered across the tracks.

The doors open, a hissing sound sparked in the air. If you looked hard enough, you could see a light fog seeping out of the carriage and gracing the tiled floor. It felt unnervingly warm.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?"

You jumped and looked around, finally paying attention to your savior. Then, you hear him call out your name, "Ah, you're..."

"It's... John. I'm your co-worker, yes." John reminded you, smiling uneasily yet with a sense of relief. "But are you really okay? You weren't planning to jump, are you?"

Your eyes widened and you shook your head immediately. "N-No! It wasn't anything like that, I'm perfectly fine. I just... I wasn't paying attention."

His face twisted into a pained expression, as if he doesn't entirely believe you. You winced as his grip on your arm tightened.

Finally, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. John gave you a tight-lipped smile, as if he's trying to convince himself that everything was fine. You smiled back to convince him that it was.

"Alright, fine. But I'm still gonna accompany home, and no you can't refuse." His usual playful tone returned, and you found yourself chuckling slightly. "Come on, we can't make the train wait forever."

... Don't die on me again, dear. You're my favorite by far.

[rinniewvrld]

𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗦 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗢𝗪 !

summary, your family has never been the best company and after recieving such a 'wonderful' phone call from your mother, you couldn't help but cry to arashi's arms.

featuring, arashi narukami w/ gender-neutral!reader (romantic/platonic)

tags, angst (hurt-to-comfort), family issues/mother issues, possible ooc, etc. drabble, not proofread. reader is not anzu.

notice, pretty self indulgent fic ermmm... yeah kinda personal, my writing skills is so shit rn especially when writing angst and i couldve written this better but atp i cannot be bothered to care hgdhsheu 💔💔

"alright," you let out a sigh of relief, moving away from your computer as the chair wheels backwards from your push. "that's it for tonight. aaah, i'm so tired!" you groaned and stretched your arms up, letting the bones in your bones pop and crack after being in one single position for an hour or so.

still, a satisfactory smile sat on your face as you take a look at your daily to-do list all checked off. even your weekly list isn't finished, you're still proud of yourself that you managed to tackle on a large amount of work you're usually not used to.

"ne, producer..."

you turn around, hearing a familiar voice calling you. the door squeaked open and arashi entered the small office space, holding a file folder that she was looking through as if to check. she closed it and looked up, smiling at you so sweetly it made you smile back.

"arashi! is there anything you need?" you ask, getting up from your chair to greet her properly.

the taller woman nodded, handing the files to you. "mhm, i was wondering if you're free after work? and oh, tsukasa wanted to give you these but he was caught up with something, so he sent me~" she giggled, remembering the troubled expression on tsukasa's face when he told her.

you took the folder from her hands, muttering a thank you and putting it on your desk. "i wonder what he's so troubled about... well, anyways. i just finished my work for today and i don't have anything planned after, so i am free. why do you ask?"

there's a glimmer in arashi's eyes, a familiar spark of excitement within her bright, purple eyes as she opened up her mouth to speak again. "well, there's a new cafe downtown and—"

riiing, riing!

your damned phone started buzzing, cutting arashi off before she could even finish speaking. you quickly tended to it, muttering a quick sorry. "a-ah, umm, do you mind if i take this first? it'll be quick!"

arashi pouted at this, upset at the fact she was just interrupted but merely sighed in defeat and smiled. "mhm, don't worry. take your call, i'll be right here!" she reassured you, waving her hand dismissively.

you shot her a grateful look before walking out of the room to take the call. you looked at the caller id and a big grin found your way on your face when you realized it was your mom calling.

though, your relationship with her was strained, you still felt a little bit of love for her. even if she wasn't the perfect mother.

"ma! how have you been? why did you call?"

"i've been fine, (name). i just wanted to check up on you is all... and you?" your heart swelled. she remembered to ask about your day, it was the bare minimum but you felt happy hearing her say that.

your smile only widened as you chuckled. "i've been okay, mom. things at work is a little hectic, but—"

"mhm, mhm... i know. anyways,"

you paused, not expecting to be cut off like that but you brushed it off. she is getting old and little bit impatient, you understand.

"dear, i want to ask. when you usually get your paycheck?"

the question made you raise your brow in confusion. "on the 5th and the 20th of each month, why?"

"the 20th? i see... well, do you mind if you send some money? it's hard trying to come by around this time."

you felt the happiness within you die out when you hear her request, leaving a bitter taste on your mouth when you realized she only called you to ask for money, not to actually check up on you.

it's stupid to think that she'll actually change.

but still, there's a part of you still clung onto the belief and pitied her position. life back in your hometown was not as nice as it was in the city. and yet, the expenses here aren't cheap and your paycheck was barely enough to provide you a somewhat comfortable life. you aren't sure if there'd be any left to send to your mother.

you gulped, the ball of saliva that's been forming at the back of your mouth went down your throat. for some reason, you found yourself still hesitating to break the news.

"i don't know, ma. my paycheck isn't all that big and barely enough to cover me, so—"

"tsk." you heard her click her tongue from the other end of the line, her displeasure oozing out like venom. "aren't you a producer at a famous idol company? shouldn't your pay be more than that?"

you fell silent for a moment, confused the change of attitude. she felt almost... cold. detached. "h-huh?"

"or are you just unwilling to share your pay with your family? i didn't raise you to be so selfish, (name)."

"m-ma, it's not like that! i swear—"

"why couldn't you be more like your sibling? honest and generous?" she sighed, you could almost see her shake her head in disapproval. "i shouldn't have expected much from you, it's my fault for expecting much more."

"anyways, there's something i have to do now." is what she last said before the call ended, a beeping following afterwards to further indicate that there was nobody else on the other line.

your knees buckled under you and your hand dropped to your sides, almost letting your phone if you hadn't gripped onto the device as hard as you can. she didn't even hear you out or even asked about anything else...

your shoulder slumped as you instinctively prepared yourself to crash onto the ground and hit your knees hard on the tiles... but you caught yourself just in time. especially when a soft voice brought you out of the speechless state.

"—ame), are you okay?" you hear arashi's voice behind you. you didn't realize she was there until you turned around and saw her concerned expression. her brows only furrowed, her hand coming to your cheek and rubbing the tender flesh.

you didn't even realize that tears were already rushing out of the eyes until you saw your own teary face reflecting in arashi's eyes.

"(name)! what's wrong!?" arashi asked in a panic, cupping your face in her hands and leaned down. at this point, the tears only doubled as you dove your head into her chest and hugged her tightly. her hands immediately switched places and now patting and rubbing your back.

even when you try to explain through your tears, your voice came out as strangled sobs that were too unintelligible for her to understand. her embrace tightened as if trying to protect you from the rest of the world.

"shhh, it's okay. it's alright. let it out, let big sister arashi take the pain away from you, okay?" she whispered, her words soothing your aching heart slightly. your mother's words still replayed in your mind, but are now slowly being quieten down by arashi. "it's okay, i got you now..."

as you wept in her arms, arashi felt a pang hit her heart in a way that she never felt before. earlier, she was upset that she got interrupted and had to wait for you to finish, but now she was more upset at the fact something or someone made you cry. and that she didn't know what it was.

when you pulled away, she wiped your tears with her thumbs before pulling out her handkerchief and wiping them properly. "it's okay, baby, do you wanna talk about it?" she asked to which to promptly shook your head. you didn't want to drag her into your family troubles.

she frowned, but didn't push further. she leaned closed to your face and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, the feeling of her lips against your skin made you feel warm and fuzzy. like you were listened to and understood.

"it's okay, you don't have to. just remember i'll always be here when you need me, okay? you don't have to shoulder your problems on your own, i know it sounds hypocritical for me to say that, but trust me. i know what it feels like to be beaten down."

she pulled up, helping you find your balance and kept you close just in case you ever fall. she patted down your clothes, brushing off any dust or dirt that got on them.

arashi smiled softly. "now, dry those tears. you look much better on with a smile, see?" she chuckled. "now, let me take care of you now. there's a new cafe downtown and i want you to accompany me, my treat this time around."

notice, idk how much es pays their workers but yknow, even if it's a lot, rent in the city is still expensive 💔 ik from experience

[rinniewvrld]

♡ yandere!narrator who's a being outside of human comprehension decides to mess with a whole other universe after he scraped his old one.

♡ yandere!narrator, after observing the world for a while, eventually tumbles onto your little, cozy life and gets super obsessed with knowing more about you. there was nothing particularly interesting about you, nothing to set you out from the rest. perhaps he just finds your mediocrity amusing that he can't help but see you as his newest project, forcing you out of your comfortable, little bubble for his game.

♡ yandere!narrator who immediately integrates himself into your life, pretending to be your inner voice and follows you around like a ghost. he watches how you interact with other beings and scowls whenever another human has to nerve to interact with you.

♡ he who manipulates others into hurting you, breaking your trust and thus forcing you to isolate yourself from society, so he can play with you longer.

♡ he who eventually gets jealous and sick of not being able to physically bond with you, and comes down to your world by possessing your workmate crush and claiming you all for himself<3

[rinniewvrld]

intro. rules. masterlist

multi x reader blog. reqs open!

[rinniewvrld]

woke up with 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ideas but my respiratory system is FUCKED. i will find a way to merge two ideas together

[yourhornysister]

Okay this but since he's a hired killer the added danger to reader's home...

Like imagine someone knocks on the door and reader opens it to see a large man with a bloodied weapon in their hand

Ryunosuke immediately steps in and says its for him before leaving for a few hours covered in blood

Or or someone hires a killer to find him and kill the person who he cares about the most and reader ending up getting kidnapped and almost dying and finding the truth about him

This concept has so much potential I love it!!

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘!𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘 .ᐟ

summary, general/introductory headcanons of yandere!roommmate (ryunosuke)

featuring, yandere!roommate x gn!reader

tags, unhealthy character dynamics, obsessive behavior, mentions of murder, implied stalking, drugging

notice, posting yandere on tumblr for the first time 💔💔 i mostly post this kind of stuff on my Wattpad, but lmk if you vibe or not 👉👈

♡ Being a part-time worker and a college student was a tiring combination. Even more so when you rented out a fairly cheap apartment and even then struggle to pay the rent.

♡ So that's why you pulled up to your facebook group looking for a roommate to share the rent with. When someone replied to your post, you immediately accepted them without a thought.

♡ However, when they arrived... You realized maybe you should've done a background check beforehand.

♡ Ryunosuke Kurokawa, that was the name he gave you. And to be frank, he's the most laziest guy you've ever met. You would've regretted letting him live with you if it he hadn't been paying his share.

♡ He is a med student and studied at the same school as you, but he took online classes because 'he couldn't be bothered to walk there' (It was literally a 15-minute walk away). You barely saw him do his chores though you never entered his room before, so you weren't sure if it was even clean or not. The most effort he gave was cooking for you and taking out his laundry basket from his room for you to clean.

♡ Whenever you come home from college or after working a tiring shift at your job, you either found him lounging in the living room with a some random sitcom playing in the background or cooking up in the kitchen wearing a cringey 'kiss the cook' apron that he bought off amazon.

♡ However, he's a fairly exceptional cook— something you never expected from a guy like him —and his meals were so fancy that you weren't sure if a college student like him could even afford the ingredients! Come to think of it, he never told you what his job was....

♡ Of course, Ryunosuke couldn't just tell you that he killed people for a living! That would instantly end up with him kicked out, worse in jail, but he told you he worked at a random convenience store so his late night missions would be excused.

♡ He has killed many, ranging from politicians to shitty husbands. Sometimes murderers like him if it were requested by his cilents. He couldn't care less if he had to kill an  innocent person or not, it's what pays the bills and he gets to feed you tons of tasty food.

♡ It took him so long to track you down, always waitig for the right time to slip into your life like the parasite he is. But when you posted needing a roommate, well... not only he could integrate into your personal space, but help you with your situation too! It was a win-win in his book.

♡ However, whenever you asked questions about his life, it was getting harder and harder to lie and hide his secret nightly activities. Like, 'What are you doing out so late?', 'Why is there a weird, red stain on your shirt?', things like that.

♡ Sometimes, he'd offer you some tea and slip a sleeping pill into your drink so you'll go to a deep and heavy sleep, ensuring you won't wake up when he comes barging in through the window, his sniper rifle warm after putting a bullet through another small-time politician's head.

♡ And when he's all cleaned up and done, he'd sneak into your room and starr down at your sleeping form. So sweet and innocent, oblivious to the blood on his hands and only ever viewed him as an average guy (and maybe something even more than just a roommate).

♡ He pressed a tender kiss on your forehead, bidding you sweet dreams before heading off to his room.

♡ Just being with you was enough to make all his trouble worth it. Even if it was at the cost of his life, he'll do anything just to keep you close to him.