KAISERRR CHICKEN SHOP DATE!! And i need him to match our energy and maybe even outfreak us at times🥹🥹🥹🙏
LMFAOOO YES KAISER DEF NEEDS A CHICKEN SHOP DATE ‼️‼️ i can imagine him kissing reader’s hand like damson idris in his date awhwhwhwjej not even bc he’s feeling something but just to try and out freak us 😖😖
౨ৎ — you meet itoshi sae for a date in a chicken shop. cue the greasy food, loud fryers, and awkward questions! can the supposedly nonchalant sae win your heart after your date with rin?
itoshi sae x fem!reader ; slight itoshi rin x fem!reader. pro soccer player!sae, pro soccer player!rin, interviewer!reader. hehe i’m having too much fun with this au c: read the first chicken shop date here :3
word count. 1.9k+
If you had known getting the Itoshi Sae to agree to go on a date with you would be as simple as mentioning how well the date with his brother went, you would’ve lied about it ages ago!
Well, not that it’s a complete lie. You really did have Rin as a guest on Chicken Shop Date. Gushing over how well it went? That part may have been a slight exaggeration.
But at least you got one of your favorite soccer players here—sitting right in front of you in this stuffy, horribly lit chicken shop.
With a straight face, you take a nibble of your french fry and begin. “Do you care about the environment?”
Sae tilts his head to the side, unsure where you’re going with this. “A normal amount, sure.”
You almost crack a smile at that. What the hell is a normal amount to him? “Interesting you say that,” you muse, eyeing his bangs that were lifted to oblivion. “How much do you think your use of hairspray is contributing to the hole in the ozone layer? Definitely more than a normal person’s, wouldn’t you say?”
His eyes glance up, as if he could see the bangs on his head, before returning his gaze to you. “I use gel, actually. The brand I use to get this perfect hold is—”
“You are not seriously about to do an ad read on my show—er, I mean our date—are you?”
Sae flashes a charming smile that you just know is completely inauthentic. “I just love the gel so much.”
You turn to the camera man, motioning for him to cut. “We are definitely not adding this segment to the video.”
In front of you, you hear Sae chuckle as he opens his water bottle. “I’m sure they’d give you a cut.”
With a blank stare, you continue, “Moving on. Next question.”
He shrugs, hands up in surrender as he relents.
With the camera rolling, you dip a chicken tender into some ketchup and eat only the outsides. Sae, noticing your weird eating patterns, can hardly hide a look of mild disgust.
“Are you…avoiding the chicken part of your chicken tender?”
“I just wanted some extra crisp,” you say with narrow eyes, in disbelief that he called you out. “I’ll eat the chicken in the next one.”
He stares intently at his own box of fried food, eyeing it suspiciously as if he lost his appetite.
You place your chicken tender down, feeling reprimanded.
“Anyway,” you cough, wiping your fingers on a thin, brown napkin. “When’s your birthday”
“October 10,” he supplies.
You make a face, partly for show, partly because you don’t like Libras. “Oh. So you’re a Libra.”
“If that’s what being born on October 10 makes me, then I guess.”
“That’s a shame,” you say mournfully, cracking open a Diet Coke and taking a long sip.
He takes a sip of his water to match, raising an eyebrow as if telling you to elaborate.
“I heard Libras are scared of being alone. Kind of a turn off in a partner, you know?”
“Zodiac signs aren’t real. They’re basically fortune cookies for people who want to pretend they’re spiritual,” he snorts.
Your eyes widen as you think to yourself, We definitely need to cut that out of the final interview.
“But, you’re right, that is a turn off,” he agrees, screwing his bottle cap back on. “I want the people I date to be independent.”
You nod understandingly. “No Stage 4 Clingers for you, then.”
“Mhm.”
“Perfect for me,” you state. “I’m so independent, you know?”
“Right,” he says, humoring you.
“I don’t even, like, text the person I’m dating,” you stammer, playing up the awkwardness for the bit. “Honestly, I can hardly look at them. I’m so independent.”
“Is that independence or in need of a therapist?”
“Both,” you deadpan.
You notice Sae’s lip quirk upward just the tiniest amount. Cute.
The camera cuts to some fries being shoved into a bag as the next scene starts.
“I hear you’re close with your brother,” you lie through a smile.
Sae almost rolls his eyes. “Next question.”
“Okay.”
The heat from the chicken shop builds as the sun rises, and you ask for a slushie that someone from the camera crew brings you.
Taking a loud slurp of the radioactively red drink, you look at Sae. “You’re famously known for having a butt fetish.”
His straight face slightly cracks before he recovers with one perfectly raised eyebrow. “Am I?”
“You are!” you say, taking a fry and dipping it into the cherry slushie. Sae’s gaze follows the movement in thinly-veiled horror. “Apparently, you even said you can determine an athlete’s skill by looking at their ass.”
“Sounds like something I’d say, sure.”
“Since you’re the self-proclaimed God of Ass—”
“I have never said that.”
You ignore him. “—can you rate how good mine is?”
Sae looks at you challengingly, as if he’s waiting for something.
You blink at him, oblivious.
“Well, if you want me to rate yours, aren’t you going to stand?”
Pretending to be completely taken aback, you gasp in shock. “Stand? You must be new here. I don’t stand on dates.”
He can’t suppress the snort that escapes him. He looks at you as if you’re the weirdest specimen he’s ever met.
“I can’t judge what I can’t see,” he says dismissively. “Zero out of ten.”
“Damn!” You suck in air through your teeth. “Not even a one as a pity point?”
He shakes his head.
“Brutal.”
“Yeah.”
“What are you worse at: Being a striker, or being a good date?”
He grips his water bottle tighter. “Well, damn.”
You grin sheepishly at him, breaking character just a little to show you don’t really mean it. Sae shoots you the tiniest shrug to let you know it’s okay.
“And you said I’m brutal?” he murmurs.
You dip another fry in your slushie in silence.
“I’d hope I’m a better date than I am a striker,” Sae relents, seeing as you’re not offering him an out. “Still, I’m better at being both than 90% of the population, likely.”
You laugh, unable to help yourself. Besides, the mood could stand to be lightened anyway. “You know, I think you’re right. And I admire the confidence.”
He shrugs nonchalantly.
“Rin is certainly better at both, though,” you pipe in slyly.
To your surprise, Sae chuckles slightly. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Flashbacks of previous interviews where the Itoshi brothers would disparage each other and have nothing nice to say about pop into your head. You’re a fan of both—ever since the Blue Lock days—and it’s nice to see how far they’ve come. A begrudging compliment from Sae about Rin? It seems the world continues to turn.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” you compliment, awkwardly. “In your own way.”
“I know.”
The camera pans over to a smiling chicken shop cashier in a bright yellow and red uniform.
“I heard you love the water.”
He nods.
“Do you like the beach more, or waterfalls?”
Sae considers it for one moment. “Beach. But waterfall hikes are nice.”
“I agree,” you say with a smile. One without the sarcasm and dryness. Not everything had to be for the cameras. “It’s one of my favorite places to be. I love the soft sand and the refreshing water when it’s hot out.”
“We can go there sometime.”
Your eyes widen a fraction, but you remind yourself it’s only his persona for the “date.” And you have one of your own to convey.
“Are you asking me out on a second date?” you ask, eating the breadcrumbs from a chicken tender. “That’s a little fast there, buddy… I don’t know yet.”
Sae folds his arms. “Buddy. Hm.”
Did you just friendzone Itoshi Sae?
“Our date is almost over,” you say, jutting your lower lip out in an exaggerated frown.
“How will I go on after this?”
“Your life has been forever changed by me,” you say solemnly. “I know. I get that a lot.”
“Sure.”
You give him a small smile, a genuine one this time. “Well, before our time ends, I must ask— If you win the next World Cup, will you dedicate your win to me?”
Sae takes a slow drink of bottled water. “Didn’t you ask Rin the same thing?”
Fluttering your eyelashes bashfully, you cover your face in faux embarrassment. “So you’ve watched my other dates? You’re a fan?”
He smirks, deciding to turn up the charm for the audience at the last minute. “I had to prepare for our date, of course.”
“I love a man that’s prepared.”
“And independent.”
You nod. “And very independent. Prepared and independent. Like me.”
“Right.”
As you finished up the last of your slushie, the obnoxious slurping noises grew louder as you reached the bottom of the drink. You make sure you give Sae enough time to revel in the silence that follows.
“Good drink,” you compliment.
“Sounds like it,” he retorts.
You laugh, setting the empty cup aside with cold fingertips. “Okay, anyway. Back to the question. World Cup win. You. Dedicate to me?”
“Why did you suddenly turn into a caveman?” asks Sae, brow raised at your muttering.
“Brainfreeze.” You rub at your temples. “Can’t think.”
He shakes his head, slight amusement playing at his face. “I would’ve considered it, if you hadn’t told Rin you would cheer for him over me.”
Your jaw drops, feeling shame for the first time today. Sae really isn’t afraid to say things straight… “I definitely deserve that one.”
“Yeah.” Sae crinkles his finished water bottle between his hands. “You’re better suited for him anyway.”
This time, your eyes almost pop out of your sockets. “Rin?!” Trying to regain your composure, you put your slightly awkward, slightly dry persona back on. “That’s not how you flirt with someone you’re on a date with. Negative rizz.”
“Damn. Let me try again.” Sae runs his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs up, and the expression on his face changes as he catches your gaze. It holds you in place, entranced by the sudden change. “When I make it to the World Cup, wear my jersey and cheer me on. Then I can dedicate my win to you.”
Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as your stomach flutters. It’s all for the audience—you remind yourself of this. But damn, he’s good.
Stupidly, all you can manage is a quiet, “Okay.”
Sae smirks.
The interview concludes with the camera man zooming in on your stupefied face.
Rin watches the interview and seethes as he reads through the comments.
reo’s sugar baby: hands down the BEST date y/n has been on. oh my god. did you see how sae stared at her?
manshineluvr: god i don’t know what gave me more life. rin’s chicken shop date or sae’s. reo’s was cute too ig.
bunny is king: sae was really fumbling there but when he got into it, he got INTO IT.
His scowl deepens, wondering if people commented like that on the episode with him. Rin wanted to reply to the Manshine user and say obviously, his was better, but he had more than enough sense to know that would be idiotic.
Instead, his finger hovers over your social media account, wondering if he should DM you something, but he stops himself last minute.
That’d be weird. It was obviously a fake date. You’ve probably forgotten all about him and would move onto your next soccer player in another week.
As Rin moves to lock his phone and go back to practicing, he gets a notification from you.
ChickenLover: I’m still rooting for you in the World Cup :)
Fighting back a smile, Rin simply reacts with a thumbs up before exiting the app.
౨ৎ — you meet itoshi sae for a date in a chicken shop. cue the greasy food, loud fryers, and awkward questions! can the supposedly nonchalant sae win your heart after your date with rin?
itoshi sae x fem!reader ; slight itoshi rin x fem!reader. pro soccer player!sae, pro soccer player!rin, interviewer!reader. hehe i’m having too much fun with this au c: read the first chicken shop date here :3
word count. 1.9k+
If you had known getting the Itoshi Sae to agree to go on a date with you would be as simple as mentioning how well the date with his brother went, you would’ve lied about it ages ago!
Well, not that it’s a complete lie. You really did have Rin as a guest on Chicken Shop Date. Gushing over how well it went? That part may have been a slight exaggeration.
But at least you got one of your favorite soccer players here—sitting right in front of you in this stuffy, horribly lit chicken shop.
With a straight face, you take a nibble of your french fry and begin. “Do you care about the environment?”
Sae tilts his head to the side, unsure where you’re going with this. “A normal amount, sure.”
You almost crack a smile at that. What the hell is a normal amount to him? “Interesting you say that,” you muse, eyeing his bangs that were lifted to oblivion. “How much do you think your use of hairspray is contributing to the hole in the ozone layer? Definitely more than a normal person’s, wouldn’t you say?”
His eyes glance up, as if he could see the bangs on his head, before returning his gaze to you. “I use gel, actually. The brand I use to get this perfect hold is—”
“You are not seriously about to do an ad read on my show—er, I mean our date—are you?”
Sae flashes a charming smile that you just know is completely inauthentic. “I just love the gel so much.”
You turn to the camera man, motioning for him to cut. “We are definitely not adding this segment to the video.”
In front of you, you hear Sae chuckle as he opens his water bottle. “I’m sure they’d give you a cut.”
With a blank stare, you continue, “Moving on. Next question.”
He shrugs, hands up in surrender as he relents.
With the camera rolling, you dip a chicken tender into some ketchup and eat only the outsides. Sae, noticing your weird eating patterns, can hardly hide a look of mild disgust.
“Are you…avoiding the chicken part of your chicken tender?”
“I just wanted some extra crisp,” you say with narrow eyes, in disbelief that he called you out. “I’ll eat the chicken in the next one.”
He stares intently at his own box of fried food, eyeing it suspiciously as if he lost his appetite.
You place your chicken tender down, feeling reprimanded.
“Anyway,” you cough, wiping your fingers on a thin, brown napkin. “When’s your birthday”
“October 10,” he supplies.
You make a face, partly for show, partly because you don’t like Libras. “Oh. So you’re a Libra.”
“If that’s what being born on October 10 makes me, then I guess.”
“That’s a shame,” you say mournfully, cracking open a Diet Coke and taking a long sip.
He takes a sip of his water to match, raising an eyebrow as if telling you to elaborate.
“I heard Libras are scared of being alone. Kind of a turn off in a partner, you know?”
“Zodiac signs aren’t real. They’re basically fortune cookies for people who want to pretend they’re spiritual,” he snorts.
Your eyes widen as you think to yourself, We definitely need to cut that out of the final interview.
“But, you’re right, that is a turn off,” he agrees, screwing his bottle cap back on. “I want the people I date to be independent.”
You nod understandingly. “No Stage 4 Clingers for you, then.”
“Mhm.”
“Perfect for me,” you state. “I’m so independent, you know?”
“Right,” he says, humoring you.
“I don’t even, like, text the person I’m dating,” you stammer, playing up the awkwardness for the bit. “Honestly, I can hardly look at them. I’m so independent.”
“Is that independence or in need of a therapist?”
“Both,” you deadpan.
You notice Sae’s lip quirk upward just the tiniest amount. Cute.
The camera cuts to some fries being shoved into a bag as the next scene starts.
“I hear you’re close with your brother,” you lie through a smile.
Sae almost rolls his eyes. “Next question.”
“Okay.”
The heat from the chicken shop builds as the sun rises, and you ask for a slushie that someone from the camera crew brings you.
Taking a loud slurp of the radioactively red drink, you look at Sae. “You’re famously known for having a butt fetish.”
His straight face slightly cracks before he recovers with one perfectly raised eyebrow. “Am I?”
“You are!” you say, taking a fry and dipping it into the cherry slushie. Sae’s gaze follows the movement in thinly-veiled horror. “Apparently, you even said you can determine an athlete’s skill by looking at their ass.”
“Sounds like something I’d say, sure.”
“Since you’re the self-proclaimed God of Ass—”
“I have never said that.”
You ignore him. “—can you rate how good mine is?”
Sae looks at you challengingly, as if he’s waiting for something.
You blink at him, oblivious.
“Well, if you want me to rate yours, aren’t you going to stand?”
Pretending to be completely taken aback, you gasp in shock. “Stand? You must be new here. I don’t stand on dates.”
He can’t suppress the snort that escapes him. He looks at you as if you’re the weirdest specimen he’s ever met.
“I can’t judge what I can’t see,” he says dismissively. “Zero out of ten.”
“Damn!” You suck in air through your teeth. “Not even a one as a pity point?”
He shakes his head.
“Brutal.”
“Yeah.”
“What are you worse at: Being a striker, or being a good date?”
He grips his water bottle tighter. “Well, damn.”
You grin sheepishly at him, breaking character just a little to show you don’t really mean it. Sae shoots you the tiniest shrug to let you know it’s okay.
“And you said I’m brutal?” he murmurs.
You dip another fry in your slushie in silence.
“I’d hope I’m a better date than I am a striker,” Sae relents, seeing as you’re not offering him an out. “Still, I’m better at being both than 90% of the population, likely.”
You laugh, unable to help yourself. Besides, the mood could stand to be lightened anyway. “You know, I think you’re right. And I admire the confidence.”
He shrugs nonchalantly.
“Rin is certainly better at both, though,” you pipe in slyly.
To your surprise, Sae chuckles slightly. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Flashbacks of previous interviews where the Itoshi brothers would disparage each other and have nothing nice to say about pop into your head. You’re a fan of both—ever since the Blue Lock days—and it’s nice to see how far they’ve come. A begrudging compliment from Sae about Rin? It seems the world continues to turn.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” you compliment, awkwardly. “In your own way.”
“I know.”
The camera pans over to a smiling chicken shop cashier in a bright yellow and red uniform.
“I heard you love the water.”
He nods.
“Do you like the beach more, or waterfalls?”
Sae considers it for one moment. “Beach. But waterfall hikes are nice.”
“I agree,” you say with a smile. One without the sarcasm and dryness. Not everything had to be for the cameras. “It’s one of my favorite places to be. I love the soft sand and the refreshing water when it’s hot out.”
“We can go there sometime.”
Your eyes widen a fraction, but you remind yourself it’s only his persona for the “date.” And you have one of your own to convey.
“Are you asking me out on a second date?” you ask, eating the breadcrumbs from a chicken tender. “That’s a little fast there, buddy… I don’t know yet.”
Sae folds his arms. “Buddy. Hm.”
Did you just friendzone Itoshi Sae?
“Our date is almost over,” you say, jutting your lower lip out in an exaggerated frown.
“How will I go on after this?”
“Your life has been forever changed by me,” you say solemnly. “I know. I get that a lot.”
“Sure.”
You give him a small smile, a genuine one this time. “Well, before our time ends, I must ask— If you win the next World Cup, will you dedicate your win to me?”
Sae takes a slow drink of bottled water. “Didn’t you ask Rin the same thing?”
Fluttering your eyelashes bashfully, you cover your face in faux embarrassment. “So you’ve watched my other dates? You’re a fan?”
He smirks, deciding to turn up the charm for the audience at the last minute. “I had to prepare for our date, of course.”
“I love a man that’s prepared.”
“And independent.”
You nod. “And very independent. Prepared and independent. Like me.”
“Right.”
As you finished up the last of your slushie, the obnoxious slurping noises grew louder as you reached the bottom of the drink. You make sure you give Sae enough time to revel in the silence that follows.
“Good drink,” you compliment.
“Sounds like it,” he retorts.
You laugh, setting the empty cup aside with cold fingertips. “Okay, anyway. Back to the question. World Cup win. You. Dedicate to me?”
“Why did you suddenly turn into a caveman?” asks Sae, brow raised at your muttering.
“Brainfreeze.” You rub at your temples. “Can’t think.”
He shakes his head, slight amusement playing at his face. “I would’ve considered it, if you hadn’t told Rin you would cheer for him over me.”
Your jaw drops, feeling shame for the first time today. Sae really isn’t afraid to say things straight… “I definitely deserve that one.”
“Yeah.” Sae crinkles his finished water bottle between his hands. “You’re better suited for him anyway.”
This time, your eyes almost pop out of your sockets. “Rin?!” Trying to regain your composure, you put your slightly awkward, slightly dry persona back on. “That’s not how you flirt with someone you’re on a date with. Negative rizz.”
“Damn. Let me try again.” Sae runs his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs up, and the expression on his face changes as he catches your gaze. It holds you in place, entranced by the sudden change. “When I make it to the World Cup, wear my jersey and cheer me on. Then I can dedicate my win to you.”
Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as your stomach flutters. It’s all for the audience—you remind yourself of this. But damn, he’s good.
Stupidly, all you can manage is a quiet, “Okay.”
Sae smirks.
The interview concludes with the camera man zooming in on your stupefied face.
Rin watches the interview and seethes as he reads through the comments.
reo’s sugar baby: hands down the BEST date y/n has been on. oh my god. did you see how sae stared at her?
manshineluvr: god i don’t know what gave me more life. rin’s chicken shop date or sae’s. reo’s was cute too ig.
bunny is king: sae was really fumbling there but when he got into it, he got INTO IT.
His scowl deepens, wondering if people commented like that on the episode with him. Rin wanted to reply to the Manshine user and say obviously, his was better, but he had more than enough sense to know that would be idiotic.
Instead, his finger hovers over your social media account, wondering if he should DM you something, but he stops himself last minute.
That’d be weird. It was obviously a fake date. You’ve probably forgotten all about him and would move onto your next soccer player in another week.
As Rin moves to lock his phone and go back to practicing, he gets a notification from you.
ChickenLover: I’m still rooting for you in the World Cup :)
Fighting back a smile, Rin simply reacts with a thumbs up before exiting the app.
u know when like a fan or celebrity does like. an honorary pitch or smth idk for baseball games 😭 is there a version of that for soccer ? 💀💀💀💀 i don’t … sport but like that’d be fun to write
has anyone watched you and i are polar opposites? 👀👀👀 i just finished s1 and I NEED MORE but also….. sunshine reader x barely talks to anyone nagi????? i need
౨ৎ — you meet itoshi rin for a date in a chicken shop. cue the greasy food, loud fryers, and awkward questions! after all, what’s a first date without mild discomfort from both parties?
itoshi rin x fem!reader. pro soccer player!rin x interviewer!reader. i’ve recently been introduced to the joy that is chicken shop date (i love amelia omfg) and i immediately knew i needed that but make it blue lock LOLLL here it is ;3
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The smell of greasy chicken and french fries flood your senses as you open the box of freshly fried fast food placed on the table in between you and your date for today, Itoshi Rin. The professional soccer star famous for his destruction on the field, and his unwillingness to foster any human connection off of it.
How your team had managed to convince him to appear on your “date” was a mystery to you, but you knew better than to turn down a chance at interviewing a striker from the Blue Lock experiment. Especially one in such high demand as Rin.
With the cameras rolling, you clear your throat and give Rin your best awkward smile, ready for the show to begin. “Hi.”
He doesn’t reply, instead glancing between you and the food in front of him, a slight look of disdain never leaving his face as he simply nods in acknowledgement.
Perfect.
“I hear you’re a Virgo,” you state, taking a fry and slowly nibbling on it. Rin makes a face at the mention of astrology, but you don’t let it deter you. “They’re known for being practical and meticulous. A logical perfectionist. Basically, everything you’re not.”
At your bluntness, he lets out a quiet snort. You hide a smile. No one is immune to this ridiculous bit of a date. He’d crack soon enough.
“Instead, you’re known for being chaotic and destructive. A complete monster on the field.”
He shrugs.
“Were you always like that?”
For a minuscule moment, you fear Rin will spend this entire date being silent and leaving you no choice but to scrap this whole episode. But to your surprise, he eventually responds. “No. But that was before I discovered my true ego.”
You blink. “Okay. Are you going to…elaborate?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
As the two of you stay silent for a period of time long enough to be considered uncomfortable, the camera pans to the fryer while more chicken nuggets get dipped inside the searing hot grease.
Deciding Rin’s lack of reaction must mean he can take the heat more than normal guests, you allow your next questions to be slightly more unhinged from the get-go.
“How many other girls are you texting right now?” you ask suddenly, cracking open your favorite soda and taking a long, slow and calculated sip.
His brows furrow after being asked a completely out of left field question. “Other girls?”
You nod, pursing your lips together and giving him the haughty expression of a jealous girlfriend barely bothering to hide her said jealousy.
“None.”
“Boys, then?”
Rin shakes his head again. “Maybe my manager. I don’t text people.”
Puffing your chest up, you smile. “So, what I’m hearing is it’s only me you’re talking to right now.”
“Not by choice.”
You almost break character at the roast, but you somehow manage to keep a straight face. This date reminds you of your real life ones. Always with the hot trash men who don’t give a single shit about you. Exactly your type. “Romantic.”
“Okay.”
“Tell me your best pick up line.”
“I don’t use those,” he deadpans. “There’s no one I like.”
You take a deliberate bite of your chicken nugget and swallow before replying, “Nice. That’s what every girl on a date wants to hear.”
“This isn’t a date.”
“What do you mean?” you demand dramatically, placing your hand over your chest as if you were wounded. “This is a date.”
Rin shrugs instead of answering.
You continue on with the original question. “Well, theoretically then, if you did like someone and wanted to get their attention, what would you say?”
He thinks for a moment, nose scrunched in thought. “Don’t know. Hi, maybe? I don’t think I really need to try.”
This time, you are unable to hide the tiny chortle that escapes your lips. This guy is really something else. “No, I suppose not. What about some advice for the people out there who are not hot soccer stars with people falling at their feet?”
Rin takes a sip of his bottled water. “Just become one.”
You shove a fry in your mouth to hide a smile. Seriously, who the hell is this guy? His audacity is one to rival your own, but it doesn’t even seem like he’s playing it up for the cameras.
“Oh, I see!” you say, eyes wide as if you just had a life changing revelation. “This is the big ego you mentioned earlier.”
He blinks. “What?”
You gesture for the cameraman to pan to the worker at the register instead of answering him.
“What would you say your type is?” You sit up straighter in your chair, tilting your head to one side and fluttering your lashes in an exaggerated, flirtatious manner.
Rin eyes you questioningly. “Is there something in your eye?”
You immediately stop the fluttering.
He gingerly passes you a napkin from the table. “Here.”
Begrudgingly, you accept the paper thin, rough napkin that only a cheap fast food joint would carry and dab at your eye for no real reason. “Thanks.”
He nods.
“So, your type?” you try again with the question.
Rin sighs, as if you’re troubling him with having to think of answers to such trivial questions. Which, to him, you probably are. “No one, ideally.”
“Great start.”
“If I had to pick,” he forces himself to continue, “probably someone quiet. Who leaves me alone. Doesn’t text me or call me or bother me while I’m playing soccer.”
“That’s crazy. You literally just described me.”
The indifferent expression on his face cracks as he looks at you in complete disbelief. “Really?”
“Really.” Not really. “I could be like a plant if you wanted me to. Won’t talk, won’t move, maybe just breathe occasionally. You could totally ignore me for soccer for weeks on end. Perfect match, right?”
He snorts. “Right. More like, if you were a plant, you’d be a fern. Need constant attention. They die if you don’t water them daily.”
How he clocked you after only having met you an hour ago? Not a clue. But you would never admit that he was right to him.
“If you were a plant, you’d be the one that immediately shrivels up and closes when you touch it.” You reach out with a fry and try to poke his hand over the table.
That earns an eye roll out of Rin as he flicks the fry away. “I’m not afraid of being touched.”
Raising your eyebrows, you don’t even bother to smother the giant smirk on your face. “Oh, really now? Sorry, but I think we need at least two more dates before that.”
He scowls once he realized the implications of his words. “Shut up.”
Being the kind host you are, you choose not to comment on the light flush of pink on his cheeks. Your smug grin however, grows even wider.
“I don’t like talking about my exes with my current date,” you say bashfully, “but, since you’re former teammates and all… Do you know if Reo still talks about me?”
Rin takes another sip of water, deliberately ignoring the food in front of him. “I heard him mention you maybe once.”
Flipping your hair over your shoulder, you act pleased at the news. “I see. Poor thing. I’ve been known to leave a lasting impression. I get it, you know? But he really has to learn how to let me go.”
“Sure.”
You almost sigh at his lack of interest, but you don’t genuinely take his attitude to heart. Reo was a great guest for this date, but even you could sense Rin’s personality was completely different. The date was definitely something out of his comfort zone.
“I hear you have a brother,” you ask chirpily.
Given your extensive research, you know the eldest Itoshi brother was a sore spot for Rin, but from what you could tell, it seems their hatred has dissolved into more of a rivalry. Totally normal sibling stuff. Which means, totally fair game for you.
Rin wrinkles his nose. “Yes.”
“Do you talk to him?”
“Not frequently, but yes.”
You grin. “Then, maybe, you could put in a good word for me?” you ask, giving Rin the puppy dog eyes. “I’ve been trying to ask Sae out for years now but, well, he hasn’t answered any of my messages.”
Rin snorts, shaking his head incredulously. “You’re asking about my brother during our date?”
You pause as you squirt ketchup out onto a napkin, the uncomfortable noises of flatulence from the half-empty bottle filling the silence at the table.
He shuffles in his chair.
Dipping a fry into the ketchup, you plop it into your mouth before smiling at him. “So now this is a date?”
Rin’s cheeks heat up once more and you decide that is your favorite reaction of his. “No. Whatever.”
“Then will you give Sae my contact information?”
“No.”
“Isagi Yoichi?”
“Definitely no.”
“Shidou Ryusei.”
“Never.”
“Oh! How about Kunigami—”
“Just eat your fries already.”
You close your mouth and obediently dip more fries into your multitude of sauces. You sniffed haughtily, fanning yourself with your free hand. “Jeez. How did you know I like being bossed around like that?”
Rin’s face flares as he glares daggers at you. “Shut up.”
With a giggle, you shoot him a wink. “You’re a fun date, Rin.”
“Is this done yet?”
“Nope!”
Your time together is reaching its limit and you decide on one last question to wrap this date up.
“If you win the U-20 World Cup this year, will you dedicate your win to me?”
“No.”
You nod understandingly. “Totally get it. You probably have a list of people to go through first.”
He considers it for a moment before agreeing.
“Can I at least be on the list?”
“Okay.”
You cheer, cracking open a new soda and taking a drink in celebration. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to get this far. Where am I on the list? Second?”
Rin shakes his head.
“Third?”
He gives you a look as if to say, “Really?”
“How about twelfth?” you say sheepishly.
“That could be doable.”
“That’s a lot of world cups for you to win before I get my shout out…” you murmur, still in jest. “I guess that means I’ll just have to be rooting for you the whole time!”
“Even if Sae is on the opposite team?” he grits out his brother’s name.
You grin at the sweet taste of sibling rivalry. “Well, I haven’t met him yet. So, yes. I’d root for you even then.”
Rin folds his arms but nods his head in acknowledgment. “Okay. Maybe I’ll move you up two spots.”
“Make it three and you have a deal. I’ll even bring you fries and chicken after you win.”
He grimaces, glancing at his untouched box of food. It’s certainly not the healthy meal made by a private chef he was probably used to. “Or, don’t bring me this…food…and you’ll move up four spots.”
“Deal!”
You offer your hand out for him to shake and, to your surprise, he doesn’t leave you hanging. His hand wraps around yours as he shakes it. Rin’s fingers are cold and slightly calloused, but they’re softer than you would expect.
With a small smile on your face, the date with Rin comes to an end and all you can think is… Sae definitely has to be your next interview after this.
It's rare to see your boyfriend calm especially when he's an egoist who keeps talking about killing everyone. But the version of him when he's calm is dangerous in a completely different way.
It was a weekend, you both decided to try some desserts in a small cute cafe .
His shoulders were relaxed, one arm resting lazily on the table while he looked down at the dessert menu. His voice when he spoke to the waiter was low and steady.
“Mont Blanc.”
That was it. Two words.
But somehow it made your stomach flip.
You pressed your hands against your cheeks, pretending to read your own menu.
(Why is he like this today…?)
Because when he was calm he did things unconsciously things that made your heart race.
Like when he reached over and wiped a tiny bit of chocolate cream from the corner of your lip earlier without even thinking.
Or when he pushed your chair closer to him because he couldn't come hear you.
Or when he spoke your name in that quiet, steady voice.
He wasn’t even trying. And that made it worse.
Your desserts finally arrived.
Your plate had a rich chocolate cake layered with cream, while Rin’s Mont Blanc sat tall and delicate, chestnut cream spiraled perfectly on top.
You took a bite from yours while he took it from his. His dessert was looking too appealing so you wanted to try it.
“That looks good.”
“It’s just chestnut.”
“But still.”
“…Can I taste yours?”
He scooped a bit of the Mont Blanc with his fork.
You opened your mouth slightly thinking he would feed you.
Instead
He leaned forward, his hand gently tilted your chin up and his lips pressed against yours. Your eyes widened as he kissed you slowly pushing his tongue inside your mouth and for a second your mind completely blanked.
Then you tasted it.
Sweet chestnut cream.
When he pulled away just as calmly as if nothing happened his thumb brushed your lower lip.
“There, now you tasted it.”
Your face turned completely red.
“R-Rin?!”
He simply picked up his fork again and continued eating like that hadn’t been the most shocking thing he’d done all week.
You stared at him in disbelief.
“…You know, you’re surprisingly hot when you’re calm.”
He looked at you for a second his ears starting to turn red then he looked away.
“…You’re the one who asked to taste it, there's nothing...hot about it..”
౨ৎ — you meet itoshi rin for a date in a chicken shop. cue the greasy food, loud fryers, and awkward questions! after all, what’s a first date without mild discomfort from both parties?
itoshi rin x fem!reader. pro soccer player!rin x interviewer!reader. i’ve recently been introduced to the joy that is chicken shop date (i love amelia omfg) and i immediately knew i needed that but make it blue lock LOLLL here it is ;3
word count. 1.9k
The smell of greasy chicken and french fries flood your senses as you open the box of freshly fried fast food placed on the table in between you and your date for today, Itoshi Rin. The professional soccer star famous for his destruction on the field, and his unwillingness to foster any human connection off of it.
How your team had managed to convince him to appear on your “date” was a mystery to you, but you knew better than to turn down a chance at interviewing a striker from the Blue Lock experiment. Especially one in such high demand as Rin.
With the cameras rolling, you clear your throat and give Rin your best awkward smile, ready for the show to begin. “Hi.”
He doesn’t reply, instead glancing between you and the food in front of him, a slight look of disdain never leaving his face as he simply nods in acknowledgement.
Perfect.
“I hear you’re a Virgo,” you state, taking a fry and slowly nibbling on it. Rin makes a face at the mention of astrology, but you don’t let it deter you. “They’re known for being practical and meticulous. A logical perfectionist. Basically, everything you’re not.”
At your bluntness, he lets out a quiet snort. You hide a smile. No one is immune to this ridiculous bit of a date. He’d crack soon enough.
“Instead, you’re known for being chaotic and destructive. A complete monster on the field.”
He shrugs.
“Were you always like that?”
For a minuscule moment, you fear Rin will spend this entire date being silent and leaving you no choice but to scrap this whole episode. But to your surprise, he eventually responds. “No. But that was before I discovered my true ego.”
You blink. “Okay. Are you going to…elaborate?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
As the two of you stay silent for a period of time long enough to be considered uncomfortable, the camera pans to the fryer while more chicken nuggets get dipped inside the searing hot grease.
Deciding Rin’s lack of reaction must mean he can take the heat more than normal guests, you allow your next questions to be slightly more unhinged from the get-go.
“How many other girls are you texting right now?” you ask suddenly, cracking open your favorite soda and taking a long, slow and calculated sip.
His brows furrow after being asked a completely out of left field question. “Other girls?”
You nod, pursing your lips together and giving him the haughty expression of a jealous girlfriend barely bothering to hide her said jealousy.
“None.”
“Boys, then?”
Rin shakes his head again. “Maybe my manager. I don’t text people.”
Puffing your chest up, you smile. “So, what I’m hearing is it’s only me you’re talking to right now.”
“Not by choice.”
You almost break character at the roast, but you somehow manage to keep a straight face. This date reminds you of your real life ones. Always with the hot trash men who don’t give a single shit about you. Exactly your type. “Romantic.”
“Okay.”
“Tell me your best pick up line.”
“I don’t use those,” he deadpans. “There’s no one I like.”
You take a deliberate bite of your chicken nugget and swallow before replying, “Nice. That’s what every girl on a date wants to hear.”
“This isn’t a date.”
“What do you mean?” you demand dramatically, placing your hand over your chest as if you were wounded. “This is a date.”
Rin shrugs instead of answering.
You continue on with the original question. “Well, theoretically then, if you did like someone and wanted to get their attention, what would you say?”
He thinks for a moment, nose scrunched in thought. “Don’t know. Hi, maybe? I don’t think I really need to try.”
This time, you are unable to hide the tiny chortle that escapes your lips. This guy is really something else. “No, I suppose not. What about some advice for the people out there who are not hot soccer stars with people falling at their feet?”
Rin takes a sip of his bottled water. “Just become one.”
You shove a fry in your mouth to hide a smile. Seriously, who the hell is this guy? His audacity is one to rival your own, but it doesn’t even seem like he’s playing it up for the cameras.
“Oh, I see!” you say, eyes wide as if you just had a life changing revelation. “This is the big ego you mentioned earlier.”
He blinks. “What?”
You gesture for the cameraman to pan to the worker at the register instead of answering him.
“What would you say your type is?” You sit up straighter in your chair, tilting your head to one side and fluttering your lashes in an exaggerated, flirtatious manner.
Rin eyes you questioningly. “Is there something in your eye?”
You immediately stop the fluttering.
He gingerly passes you a napkin from the table. “Here.”
Begrudgingly, you accept the paper thin, rough napkin that only a cheap fast food joint would carry and dab at your eye for no real reason. “Thanks.”
He nods.
“So, your type?” you try again with the question.
Rin sighs, as if you’re troubling him with having to think of answers to such trivial questions. Which, to him, you probably are. “No one, ideally.”
“Great start.”
“If I had to pick,” he forces himself to continue, “probably someone quiet. Who leaves me alone. Doesn’t text me or call me or bother me while I’m playing soccer.”
“That’s crazy. You literally just described me.”
The indifferent expression on his face cracks as he looks at you in complete disbelief. “Really?”
“Really.” Not really. “I could be like a plant if you wanted me to. Won’t talk, won’t move, maybe just breathe occasionally. You could totally ignore me for soccer for weeks on end. Perfect match, right?”
He snorts. “Right. More like, if you were a plant, you’d be a fern. Need constant attention. They die if you don’t water them daily.”
How he clocked you after only having met you an hour ago? Not a clue. But you would never admit that he was right to him.
“If you were a plant, you’d be the one that immediately shrivels up and closes when you touch it.” You reach out with a fry and try to poke his hand over the table.
That earns an eye roll out of Rin as he flicks the fry away. “I’m not afraid of being touched.”
Raising your eyebrows, you don’t even bother to smother the giant smirk on your face. “Oh, really now? Sorry, but I think we need at least two more dates before that.”
He scowls once he realized the implications of his words. “Shut up.”
Being the kind host you are, you choose not to comment on the light flush of pink on his cheeks. Your smug grin however, grows even wider.
“I don’t like talking about my exes with my current date,” you say bashfully, “but, since you’re former teammates and all… Do you know if Reo still talks about me?”
Rin takes another sip of water, deliberately ignoring the food in front of him. “I heard him mention you maybe once.”
Flipping your hair over your shoulder, you act pleased at the news. “I see. Poor thing. I’ve been known to leave a lasting impression. I get it, you know? But he really has to learn how to let me go.”
“Sure.”
You almost sigh at his lack of interest, but you don’t genuinely take his attitude to heart. Reo was a great guest for this date, but even you could sense Rin’s personality was completely different. The date was definitely something out of his comfort zone.
“I hear you have a brother,” you ask chirpily.
Given your extensive research, you know the eldest Itoshi brother was a sore spot for Rin, but from what you could tell, it seems their hatred has dissolved into more of a rivalry. Totally normal sibling stuff. Which means, totally fair game for you.
Rin wrinkles his nose. “Yes.”
“Do you talk to him?”
“Not frequently, but yes.”
You grin. “Then, maybe, you could put in a good word for me?” you ask, giving Rin the puppy dog eyes. “I’ve been trying to ask Sae out for years now but, well, he hasn’t answered any of my messages.”
Rin snorts, shaking his head incredulously. “You’re asking about my brother during our date?”
You pause as you squirt ketchup out onto a napkin, the uncomfortable noises of flatulence from the half-empty bottle filling the silence at the table.
He shuffles in his chair.
Dipping a fry into the ketchup, you plop it into your mouth before smiling at him. “So now this is a date?”
Rin’s cheeks heat up once more and you decide that is your favorite reaction of his. “No. Whatever.”
“Then will you give Sae my contact information?”
“No.”
“Isagi Yoichi?”
“Definitely no.”
“Shidou Ryusei.”
“Never.”
“Oh! How about Kunigami—”
“Just eat your fries already.”
You close your mouth and obediently dip more fries into your multitude of sauces. You sniffed haughtily, fanning yourself with your free hand. “Jeez. How did you know I like being bossed around like that?”
Rin’s face flares as he glares daggers at you. “Shut up.”
With a giggle, you shoot him a wink. “You’re a fun date, Rin.”
“Is this done yet?”
“Nope!”
Your time together is reaching its limit and you decide on one last question to wrap this date up.
“If you win the U-20 World Cup this year, will you dedicate your win to me?”
“No.”
You nod understandingly. “Totally get it. You probably have a list of people to go through first.”
He considers it for a moment before agreeing.
“Can I at least be on the list?”
“Okay.”
You cheer, cracking open a new soda and taking a drink in celebration. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to get this far. Where am I on the list? Second?”
Rin shakes his head.
“Third?”
He gives you a look as if to say, “Really?”
“How about twelfth?” you say sheepishly.
“That could be doable.”
“That’s a lot of world cups for you to win before I get my shout out…” you murmur, still in jest. “I guess that means I’ll just have to be rooting for you the whole time!”
“Even if Sae is on the opposite team?” he grits out his brother’s name.
You grin at the sweet taste of sibling rivalry. “Well, I haven’t met him yet. So, yes. I’d root for you even then.”
Rin folds his arms but nods his head in acknowledgment. “Okay. Maybe I’ll move you up two spots.”
“Make it three and you have a deal. I’ll even bring you fries and chicken after you win.”
He grimaces, glancing at his untouched box of food. It’s certainly not the healthy meal made by a private chef he was probably used to. “Or, don’t bring me this…food…and you’ll move up four spots.”
“Deal!”
You offer your hand out for him to shake and, to your surprise, he doesn’t leave you hanging. His hand wraps around yours as he shakes it. Rin’s fingers are cold and slightly calloused, but they’re softer than you would expect.
With a small smile on your face, the date with Rin comes to an end and all you can think is… Sae definitely has to be your next interview after this.
౨ৎ — you meet itoshi rin for a date in a chicken shop. cue the greasy food, loud fryers, and awkward questions! after all, what’s a first date without mild discomfort from both parties?
itoshi rin x fem!reader. pro soccer player!rin x interviewer!reader. i’ve recently been introduced to the joy that is chicken shop date (i love amelia omfg) and i immediately knew i needed that but make it blue lock LOLLL here it is ;3
word count. 1.9k
The smell of greasy chicken and french fries flood your senses as you open the box of freshly fried fast food placed on the table in between you and your date for today, Itoshi Rin. The professional soccer star famous for his destruction on the field, and his unwillingness to foster any human connection off of it.
How your team had managed to convince him to appear on your “date” was a mystery to you, but you knew better than to turn down a chance at interviewing a striker from the Blue Lock experiment. Especially one in such high demand as Rin.
With the cameras rolling, you clear your throat and give Rin your best awkward smile, ready for the show to begin. “Hi.”
He doesn’t reply, instead glancing between you and the food in front of him, a slight look of disdain never leaving his face as he simply nods in acknowledgement.
Perfect.
“I hear you’re a Virgo,” you state, taking a fry and slowly nibbling on it. Rin makes a face at the mention of astrology, but you don’t let it deter you. “They’re known for being practical and meticulous. A logical perfectionist. Basically, everything you’re not.”
At your bluntness, he lets out a quiet snort. You hide a smile. No one is immune to this ridiculous bit of a date. He’d crack soon enough.
“Instead, you’re known for being chaotic and destructive. A complete monster on the field.”
He shrugs.
“Were you always like that?”
For a minuscule moment, you fear Rin will spend this entire date being silent and leaving you no choice but to scrap this whole episode. But to your surprise, he eventually responds. “No. But that was before I discovered my true ego.”
You blink. “Okay. Are you going to…elaborate?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
As the two of you stay silent for a period of time long enough to be considered uncomfortable, the camera pans to the fryer while more chicken nuggets get dipped inside the searing hot grease.
Deciding Rin’s lack of reaction must mean he can take the heat more than normal guests, you allow your next questions to be slightly more unhinged from the get-go.
“How many other girls are you texting right now?” you ask suddenly, cracking open your favorite soda and taking a long, slow and calculated sip.
His brows furrow after being asked a completely out of left field question. “Other girls?”
You nod, pursing your lips together and giving him the haughty expression of a jealous girlfriend barely bothering to hide her said jealousy.
“None.”
“Boys, then?”
Rin shakes his head again. “Maybe my manager. I don’t text people.”
Puffing your chest up, you smile. “So, what I’m hearing is it’s only me you’re talking to right now.”
“Not by choice.”
You almost break character at the roast, but you somehow manage to keep a straight face. This date reminds you of your real life ones. Always with the hot trash men who don’t give a single shit about you. Exactly your type. “Romantic.”
“Okay.”
“Tell me your best pick up line.”
“I don’t use those,” he deadpans. “There’s no one I like.”
You take a deliberate bite of your chicken nugget and swallow before replying, “Nice. That’s what every girl on a date wants to hear.”
“This isn’t a date.”
“What do you mean?” you demand dramatically, placing your hand over your chest as if you were wounded. “This is a date.”
Rin shrugs instead of answering.
You continue on with the original question. “Well, theoretically then, if you did like someone and wanted to get their attention, what would you say?”
He thinks for a moment, nose scrunched in thought. “Don’t know. Hi, maybe? I don’t think I really need to try.”
This time, you are unable to hide the tiny chortle that escapes your lips. This guy is really something else. “No, I suppose not. What about some advice for the people out there who are not hot soccer stars with people falling at their feet?”
Rin takes a sip of his bottled water. “Just become one.”
You shove a fry in your mouth to hide a smile. Seriously, who the hell is this guy? His audacity is one to rival your own, but it doesn’t even seem like he’s playing it up for the cameras.
“Oh, I see!” you say, eyes wide as if you just had a life changing revelation. “This is the big ego you mentioned earlier.”
He blinks. “What?”
You gesture for the cameraman to pan to the worker at the register instead of answering him.
“What would you say your type is?” You sit up straighter in your chair, tilting your head to one side and fluttering your lashes in an exaggerated, flirtatious manner.
Rin eyes you questioningly. “Is there something in your eye?”
You immediately stop the fluttering.
He gingerly passes you a napkin from the table. “Here.”
Begrudgingly, you accept the paper thin, rough napkin that only a cheap fast food joint would carry and dab at your eye for no real reason. “Thanks.”
He nods.
“So, your type?” you try again with the question.
Rin sighs, as if you’re troubling him with having to think of answers to such trivial questions. Which, to him, you probably are. “No one, ideally.”
“Great start.”
“If I had to pick,” he forces himself to continue, “probably someone quiet. Who leaves me alone. Doesn’t text me or call me or bother me while I’m playing soccer.”
“That’s crazy. You literally just described me.”
The indifferent expression on his face cracks as he looks at you in complete disbelief. “Really?”
“Really.” Not really. “I could be like a plant if you wanted me to. Won’t talk, won’t move, maybe just breathe occasionally. You could totally ignore me for soccer for weeks on end. Perfect match, right?”
He snorts. “Right. More like, if you were a plant, you’d be a fern. Need constant attention. They die if you don’t water them daily.”
How he clocked you after only having met you an hour ago? Not a clue. But you would never admit that he was right to him.
“If you were a plant, you’d be the one that immediately shrivels up and closes when you touch it.” You reach out with a fry and try to poke his hand over the table.
That earns an eye roll out of Rin as he flicks the fry away. “I’m not afraid of being touched.”
Raising your eyebrows, you don’t even bother to smother the giant smirk on your face. “Oh, really now? Sorry, but I think we need at least two more dates before that.”
He scowls once he realized the implications of his words. “Shut up.”
Being the kind host you are, you choose not to comment on the light flush of pink on his cheeks. Your smug grin however, grows even wider.
“I don’t like talking about my exes with my current date,” you say bashfully, “but, since you’re former teammates and all… Do you know if Reo still talks about me?”
Rin takes another sip of water, deliberately ignoring the food in front of him. “I heard him mention you maybe once.”
Flipping your hair over your shoulder, you act pleased at the news. “I see. Poor thing. I’ve been known to leave a lasting impression. I get it, you know? But he really has to learn how to let me go.”
“Sure.”
You almost sigh at his lack of interest, but you don’t genuinely take his attitude to heart. Reo was a great guest for this date, but even you could sense Rin’s personality was completely different. The date was definitely something out of his comfort zone.
“I hear you have a brother,” you ask chirpily.
Given your extensive research, you know the eldest Itoshi brother was a sore spot for Rin, but from what you could tell, it seems their hatred has dissolved into more of a rivalry. Totally normal sibling stuff. Which means, totally fair game for you.
Rin wrinkles his nose. “Yes.”
“Do you talk to him?”
“Not frequently, but yes.”
You grin. “Then, maybe, you could put in a good word for me?” you ask, giving Rin the puppy dog eyes. “I’ve been trying to ask Sae out for years now but, well, he hasn’t answered any of my messages.”
Rin snorts, shaking his head incredulously. “You’re asking about my brother during our date?”
You pause as you squirt ketchup out onto a napkin, the uncomfortable noises of flatulence from the half-empty bottle filling the silence at the table.
He shuffles in his chair.
Dipping a fry into the ketchup, you plop it into your mouth before smiling at him. “So now this is a date?”
Rin’s cheeks heat up once more and you decide that is your favorite reaction of his. “No. Whatever.”
“Then will you give Sae my contact information?”
“No.”
“Isagi Yoichi?”
“Definitely no.”
“Shidou Ryusei.”
“Never.”
“Oh! How about Kunigami—”
“Just eat your fries already.”
You close your mouth and obediently dip more fries into your multitude of sauces. You sniffed haughtily, fanning yourself with your free hand. “Jeez. How did you know I like being bossed around like that?”
Rin’s face flares as he glares daggers at you. “Shut up.”
With a giggle, you shoot him a wink. “You’re a fun date, Rin.”
“Is this done yet?”
“Nope!”
Your time together is reaching its limit and you decide on one last question to wrap this date up.
“If you win the U-20 World Cup this year, will you dedicate your win to me?”
“No.”
You nod understandingly. “Totally get it. You probably have a list of people to go through first.”
He considers it for a moment before agreeing.
“Can I at least be on the list?”
“Okay.”
You cheer, cracking open a new soda and taking a drink in celebration. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to get this far. Where am I on the list? Second?”
Rin shakes his head.
“Third?”
He gives you a look as if to say, “Really?”
“How about twelfth?” you say sheepishly.
“That could be doable.”
“That’s a lot of world cups for you to win before I get my shout out…” you murmur, still in jest. “I guess that means I’ll just have to be rooting for you the whole time!”
“Even if Sae is on the opposite team?” he grits out his brother’s name.
You grin at the sweet taste of sibling rivalry. “Well, I haven’t met him yet. So, yes. I’d root for you even then.”
Rin folds his arms but nods his head in acknowledgment. “Okay. Maybe I’ll move you up two spots.”
“Make it three and you have a deal. I’ll even bring you fries and chicken after you win.”
He grimaces, glancing at his untouched box of food. It’s certainly not the healthy meal made by a private chef he was probably used to. “Or, don’t bring me this…food…and you’ll move up four spots.”
“Deal!”
You offer your hand out for him to shake and, to your surprise, he doesn’t leave you hanging. His hand wraps around yours as he shakes it. Rin’s fingers are cold and slightly calloused, but they’re softer than you would expect.
With a small smile on your face, the date with Rin comes to an end and all you can think is… Sae definitely has to be your next interview after this.
౨ৎ — as a waitress at the flagship, you grew fond of your favorite regular, varka. one day, a group of ruffians come to ruin your night. thank the archons varka is there to step in.
varka x fem!reader. fluff, varka is a smooth talker heh, cw: very rude customers; if y’all don’t know the reference of the title ur too young (or i’m too old..sob), written pre version luna 1 so if my varka characterization is sooo off…shhhh this never happened :x
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It was another day at The Flagship and you could honestly say you had never been bored since you started working here.
Between listening to countless stories from adventurers all across Teyvat, to breaking up a handful of bar fights when people had just a bit too much to drink, you never knew what the next day would bring. You met dangerous folk from the Fatui, sketchy supporters of the Columbina, and even handsome knights from a region far away.
It was a job in a dangerous place, yet you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Your favorite person you met during your time here would have to be none other than a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed knight that had a strange obsession with dandelion wine.
“Hey stranger,” you greeted, waltzing over to his seat to take his order. “Been a while since I’ve seen you.”
“Good evening to my favorite waitress,” he said with a dashing grin, one side lifted higher than the other. “I’ve missed you.”
You laughed at his bold declarations, no longer troubled by his forward teasing. Besides, you figured he was only joking around anyway.
“How many other girls have you said that to this week, Varka?” you asked, placing your hand on your hip as you looked at him.
“This week? None.”
“Last week?”
Varka chuckled before changing the topic. “How have you been? I haven’t had the chance to drop by The Flagship in a while. Run into any trouble while I was gone?”
You shook your head. “Just another wasted Fatui starting a fight I had to stop. Business as usual.”
“You didn’t get hurt, did you?” he frowned, eyes scanning your body from head-to-toe.
Typically, the image he gave off was one of a carefree tavern-goer, but in moments such as these, you were reminded the man in front of you was the titan of the Knights of Favonius people told stories about. The stories so grand they even reached the ears of the citizens of Nod-Krai.
“No injuries for me,” you promised, stretching our your arms and wiggling your fingers to show him everything was still intact.
“Good.”
This time, you studied him. The scars on his face only drew more attention to his chiseled jaw, though you fought the urge to ask him how he got it. His pale hands were hardened and calloused from his countless fights and battles. But there, on Varka’s forearm, you spotted a fresh cut amongst his other scars.
Your lips became downturned. “It looks like you can’t say the same.” Hesitantly, you reached out to gesture to his new injury. It was small and you could tell it had been properly cleaned, but it was certainly still there. “What happened here?”
“Just got into a small scuffle,” he said sheepishly. “But don’t worry about me. You should see the other guy.”
His attempt to cheer you up worked and you cracked a grin. “How ominous. Perhaps it’s good I can’t see him,” you said. “Anyway, what can I get for you today? Some wine, perhaps?”
“You always seem to read my mind.”
“You always seem to want wine,” you corrected.
“Fair point.”
Soon after, Varka recited his order to you and you excused yourself to help out some other guests. Unfortunate as it was, you couldn’t spend your entire time talking to the pretty blond man. Still, throughout your shift, you found yourself throwing spare glances his way, and being pleasantly surprised that he would wink at you in return.
What a libertine, you laughed to yourself.
The rest of the night went by without any hiccups. You waited tables and served some other familiar faces. You were about ready to head home for the night when a particularly large and rowdy group entered the tavern.
“Oh, joy,” you muttered under your breath, desperately looking at the bar to see if another worker was ready to take over your shift, but the only person there simply looked away when you made eye contact. You groaned, forcing a bright smile on your face though the only thing you wanted to do was get some rest.
“Hey, can we get some help over here?” It hadn’t even been a full minute since they have taken their seat, and they were already waving you over.
“Of course, be right there!” you chirped.
A short man in with an unruly mustache huffed. “Took you long enough.”
Another person in the group, this one tall and lanky, nodded in agreement, glaring as he looked around the place.
Ignoring their comments, you continued on cheerily, “Here’s the menu. It’s short, but feel free to look over it for as long as you need. In the meantime, can I get you started with some drinks—”
“Don’t need this stupid menu,” mustache scoffed as he shoved it off the table. “I know what I want. Fontanian Foie Gras.”
You blinked at his stupidity. Did it look like this casual tavern served something like Foie Gras? The Fontanian kind no less?
Smiling, you said, “For that, I recommend you go to Hotel Debord in Fontaine. Amazing place, so I hear. Unfortunately we don’t serve that here, but we do have Sweet Madame and Golden Fried Chicken! Delicacies in their own right.”
“Are you deaf? I said I want Foie Gras.”
Patience wearing thin, the fake smile on your face slowly dropped as you folded your arms across your chest. “And are you deaf? I said we don’t serve that.”
His pasty complexion turned an ugly reddish purple at your words but you held your ground. If he couldn’t handle being spoken to in a such a way, perhaps he shouldn’t have talked to you like that in the first place.
“Who do you think you are talking to me in that way? Do you even know who I am?” the little ringleader of the group spat.
You could safely say you didn’t know who he was. Nor did you care to. All you cared about was kicking this group out without causing more disturbance to the other guests. Sure, The Flagship was no Hotel Debord, but you weren’t completely classless here.
“Hey! I’m talking to you, lady. Where’s the boss around here? Looks like someone needs to be put in her place,” he sneered.
Just as you were about to sigh and forcibly drag him out by the ear, you felt a commanding, yet warm presence behind you.
You glanced back briefly through the corner of your eye. Varka.
A feeling of gratefulness filled you, but you couldn’t help but sigh. Bothering the Knight of Favonius with such trivial matters was the last thing you wanted to do tonight.
“What’s going on over here?” asked Varka, his brows furrowed in such a way that showed you a deadly look on his face you’ve never witnessed before.
Jumping up from his seat, the man with the mustache grinned as he stood beside Varka. “Oh, thank the Archons! Are you the owner of this place? This waitress here has been nothing but rude to us since we came in! As loyal customers, we demand you do something about it.”
You could hardly hold back your scoff. Loyal customers? You’ve never seen them before, and you would certainly never see them again, if you had any say in it.
“Is that so?” said Varka, voice low and slow. Before anyone could answer, he continued, “Because it seems to me, you all were the ones being rude and bothersome to this lovely waitress who is only trying to do her job.”
His voice was stern and expression flat as he took the smallest step in front of you. A gesture that was so subtle and barely there, but it was enough. Feeling shielded by his large stature, you fought the urge to stick your tongue out at the mustache man in front of you.
Blanching, the leader of the group puffed up his chest and barked out, “Excuse me? Are you an incompetent fool too? Do you even know who I am?”
“A pest,” was Varka’s only retort.
Before you knew it, a giggle escaped you as you covered your hand with your mouth. With wide eyes you looked at Varka, and only then did his expression soften with a chuckle.
“That was a good one, wasn’t it?”
“Amazing. I’ll have to steal that one myself,” you said, completely ignoring the pissed off group of men at the table next to you.
Shocked and furious, the man with the mustache looked between the two of you in disbelief. He opened his mouth to yell some more, but before a sound could come out of his mouth, Varka held his hand up to silence him.
“Don’t bother wasting anymore breath,” said Varka, the soft expression he hand on his face with you hardening to one of deadly intent once more. “I’d recommend you and your friends leave now before I take matters into my own hands.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” the lanky man shouted from his seat. “What a joke!”
Varka sighed, losing his patience. Without saying a word, he summoned his claymore, sizeable and bright red. Even without him holding it, the ability to wield such a weapon alone was impressive enough.
“If you guys would be so kind as to follow me outside before we begin,” he said, not a hint of jest in his tone. “Wouldn’t want to cause unnecessary mess for Y/N to clean up.”
Once the men seemed to realize Varka was, in fact, completely serious, their faces began to clam up.
A red-haired guy who hadn’t spoken before squeaked out, “Guys, let’s just go to another tavern.”
The two men sitting next to him nodded feverishly.
With the color drained from his face at the sight of the large weapon in front of him, the leader of the group hesitantly agreed. “Whatever. Let’s go. Staying in a trashy place like this will only taint us as well.”
He scurried out of The Flagship without looking back, the rest of his group running right behind him. Varka clenched his jaw in annoyance at their last words, but you lightly touched his hand that was gripping his claymore and he relaxed in an instant, unsummoning his weapon with a forced laugh.
“Sorry you had to see that,” he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
You waved him off as if it was nothing. “We’re in Nod-Krai. It’s not exactly the safest place, as you’re aware.”
Varka nodded solemnly. “It will be. Soon.”
“You sound so certain.”
He spares you a small smile. “Because I am. But until then, would you allow me the honor of escorting you home? Your shift was supposed to be over already, correct?”
“Yes,” you sighed, ready to let your hair down and take a nice, warm shower. “But you don’t have to walk me home. It’s not a far walk from here.”
“Perhaps, but it wouldn’t surprise me if those cowards were lying in wait out there.”
You frowned at the thought. He could be right. They did seem slimy enough to do such a thing. “Maybe so, but I can take them on! I may not have a claymore. Or a vision… But I have a mean kick!”
“I’m sure you do,” Varka chuckled, assessing your legs before nodding in approval. “Can I still walk you home? If not as a bodyguard, then as a companion? Archon only knows how bored I’ll be until the next time I see you. Let’s savor our time together a little longer.”
Sweet talker, you thought to yourself, but that didn’t stop the heat you felt rising to your cheeks. Who knew how many others he had said this to. But you supposed that, right now, it didn’t matter. You also wanted to enjoy some time with him before he disappears again for who knows how long.
“Okay,” you agreed after only a moment’s hesitation. “I’d love it if you could accompany me home.”
“I knew you would miss me too much.”
“I’m sure you would miss me more,” you teased.
“You’re right.”
Any hint of joking in his voice was gone, causing you to pause as you gave him a sideways glance. Not wanting to incorrectly read into things, you didn’t dwell too much on your observation and simply let him out of the tavern into the cold streets of Nod-Krai.
“My home is just down this path and to the left,” you said, walking beside Varka as you navigated your way through the dimly-lit area. “I told you it’s not very far.”
He shrugged, offering you his arm to hold. Gently, you placed a hand on his bicep, your grip so soft you were almost hovering. “Only a few more moments with you is better than none.”
You laughed to fight away the embarrassment, the warmth of his body drawing you away from the cold winds of Nod-Krai. “You know, Varka, one day that mouth of yours will get you into trouble.”
“How so?”
“You’ll say all those things, and one day, someone won’t be able to tell it’s a joke.”
Varka inhaled sharply, then coughed. As if your words had taken him aback.
Concerned, you stopped in your tracks to look at him. “Are you okay?”
He coughed once more, clearing his throat. “Yes, I was just surprised, is all.”
“Surprised?”
“That you think I’m just joking,” he said with a laugh.
Avoiding his gaze, you began walking again once you realized he was alright. This time, you refrained from placing your hand back on his arm. It would only make you more confused.
“I mean it,” Varka stated with conviction. “Though our times together may be fleeting, our interactions are worthwhile— Your presence is worthwhile. Why do you think I keep coming back to The Flagship all this time?”
“Because of our amazing food and customer service?”
He let out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head. “Who’s the one joking now?”
“Sorry,” you said sheepishly. “In all honesty, whenever I see you at the tavern, it makes my whole day better. I enjoy our little moments together, too.”
Varka smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m glad to know I’m not the only one. I’ll be in Nod-Krai for quite some time longer. I’ll continue frequenting the tavern until all of Nod-Krai is safe.”
You bumped your shoulder against his, playfully. “You keep saying stuff like that, but what exactly are you planning?”
“It’s a bit too long of a story for an hour this late in the day,” he said, eyeing the structure in front of the two of you. Your home. “When I see you next time, I’ll have more details for you.”
“Okay, mysterious stranger,” you teased. “I’ll look forward to your next visit then.”
Varka stopped in front of your doorway, looking as if he wanted to say more, but simply smiling instead. Under the dim lights from your front door, you caught him staring intently at your lips before his eyes flitted back up to meet yours.
He cleared his throat and gave you a sideways grin. “Since you’re home safe, I’ll be off now. Stay out of trouble until I visit again, okay?”
“No promises,” you said, noticing just how soft and pink Varka’s lips looked. Certainly inviting. But like him, you refrained. The timing just wasn’t quite right. Maybe next time. “I’ll see you soon. Don’t get any more injuries while you’re gone!”
With a chuckle he retorted, “No promises about that. But I can promise I’ll return to you intact. For the most part.”
“That’s not very reassuring!”
“I’ll stay safe,” he said more certainly this time, giving you one last smile before waving his hand in farewell. “Goodnight, now, Y/N. Until we meet again.”
“Until then,” you agreed, raising your hand to wish him goodbye.
You watched as his figure disappeared from your sight before closing the door to your home. With Varka no longer beside you, you were instantly reminded of the harsh weather of Nod-Krai.
okay guys nod-krai is sooo much less scary than i envisioned while writing this pre luna 1 HAHAHA i must write another nod-krai fic and redeem myself 🤓🤓🤓
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