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how are you able to write so much? iâm jealous! đđ
I actually write during the weekends, since I'm mostly free at that time. And the thing is, I never feel pressured when I'm writing about Rin and once I start, I just can't stop until I finish at least two or three stories lol.
What can I say, I'm just a Delulu girl so in love with Rin Itoshi lol...
Can you do a oneshot where reader will find out how cute Rin was when he was a kid? And she will have a cuteness aggression after seeing the pictures? Please?
OMG YESS!!! THIS IS PERFECT!!! RIN WAS THE CUTEST BABY OUT OF ALL THE BLUE LOCK CHARACTERS AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND!!! I HAD A CUTENESS AGGRESSION TOO WHEN I FIRST SAW HIS BACKSTORY OH MY GOD!!! MY POOKIE LITTLE BABY BOYYYYYYY!!!
Sorry, I lost control but ehm... Anyways... I had so much fun writing this. Here's the link! I hope you'll like it!
2k followers event, request no. 15: While cleaning Rin's room, you accidentally discover a hidden folder filled with his childhood photos and suddenly, the cold, intimidating striker becomes the cutest thing you've ever seen.
You were not supposed to find that folder.
Actually according to Rin, it was supposed to stay buried, locked, sealed, burned and thrown off the edge of the earth.
But too bad for him... you were cleaning his drawers. And when you opened a random drawer in his room, you found a neatly labeled USB drive.
Rin 0â10
Your eyes widen.
"...No way," you whisper and plug it in your computer.
A folder pops up.
Inside hundreds, hundreds of baby, toddler, and little kid Rin pictures.
That's when it happens.
You actually clutch your chest like you've been stabbed by cuteness.
"OH. MY. GOD. RIN. ITOSHI. YOU WERE A WHOLE MOCHI BALLâWHAT THE HELLâLOOK AT THIS FACEâLOOK AT YOUâYOU WERE BITEABLE!!!"
On the other hand Rin has just come out of shower, with towel around his neck, totally worried.
"Why are you screaming?"
Then he sees it, the screen, his baby face, and you violently pointing at the monitor like you've just discovered the meaning of life.
Rin freezes.
"No"
You whip around so fast the chair nearly tips over.
"RIN!"
His eye twitches.
You point at the screen with trembling fingers.
"YOU WERE A BABY."
"...Everyone was."
"NOT THIS CUTE."
You click another picture.
Tiny Rin sitting on a blanket in the grass, his cheeks so round they look VERY squeezable. His dark hair sticks up in every direction while he stares into the camera with a confused expression.
You gasp so loudly Rin physically flinches.
"Oh my God. YOU LOOK LIKE A LITTLE DUMPLING."
Rin immediately turns around.
"You sound insane."
"I AM FEELING LIKE I'M GOING INSANE." You clutch your chest dramatically. " BECAUSE LOOK AT YOUR FACE."
Rin groans and covers his ears, "Stop screaming."
But totally ignoring him, you click through another picture.
And another and another.
Tiny Rin holding a toy fox, tiny Rin wearing a dinosaur shirt, tiny Rin asleep in a car seat, tiny Rin covered in cake frosting, tiny Rin laughing.
Just tiny Rin being genuinely happy.
You feel tears gathering in your eyes as you point at the screen. "He smiled, he was happy, he had joy."
Rin immediately reaches for the mouse.
You yank it away.
"NO."
"Give it."
"NEVER."
"Give me the mouse."
Rin grabs the armrest of your chair but you cling to the desk.
A brief struggle begins, one that would probably look ridiculous to anyone watching.
An elite striker worth millions wrestling his girlfriend over childhood photos.
Eventually you win through sheer insanity and Rin loses because he's afraid you'll hurt yourself and break the computer, so he lets go.
You grin victoriously. "I am keeping these."
"They're mine."
"They're mine now."
"They are absolutely not yours."
"They became mine when I fell in love with you."
"That's not how ownership works.
""It does, for ne."
Rin stares as you smile sweetly at him. He hates how often that smile works.
Anyways, ignoring his glare you click another picture.
In this picture baby Rin is fast asleep. His one tiny fist tucked against his cheek, his lips slightly parted, his blanket is tangled around him.
Completely defenseless, completely adorable.
You stare and point at the screen again, you hand is shaking.
Rin just closes his eyes.
"Look at him."
"No."
"I said LOOK!"
Against his better judgment, Rin glances, for one brief second, and immediately looks away again.
Because even he can admit, he had been a cute kid.
Rin sighs heavily but then you say the words that nearly stop his heart.
"I want our babies to look exactly like you."
Rin freezes because his brain has short-circuited. His ears are red too.
The kind of red he absolutely hates because you always notice.
And of course to his horror, you notice again.
"Oh my God."
"Don't."
"You're blushing."
"I'm not."
"Rin, you are literally red."
Rin turns away, which only confirms it.
You grin wickedly and walk toward him like a determined menace.
By the time you reach him, he's backed himself into the side of the bed.
You poke his cheek softly and his face immediately hardens.
But he doesn't move away.
"At least two."
His eyes widen.
"...What?"
"Children."
Rin nearly chokes and you laugh so hard that you nearly fall over again.
Rin watches you and despite all his complaints, all the embarrassment, his chest feels warm.
Because you're looking at those photos like they're priceless, like every version of him matters. Like not just the player, the striker, the version the world knows of him is only important.
Your laughter slowly quiets down as you lean against him, still smiling.
Still holding the mouse like a weapon.
Rin wraps an arm around your waist without thinking.
You immediately notice and grin."You love me."
"...Unfortunately."
The answer comes so quickly that you burst out laughing again making him roll his eyes.
Then you glance at the screen again and your eyes sparkle with dangerous ideas.
Rin recognizes that look instantly and immediately feels fear.
"Don't."
You look innocent. "I didn't say anything."
"Don't."
"What if Saeâ"
"Absolutely not."
"But, he deserves to seeâ"
"No."
"The world deserves to seeâ"
"No."
"The future childrenâ"
"NO."
You laugh so hard tears gather in your eyes.
And before you can continue your evil plans, Rin lunges forward. And the next thing you know, you're both tumbling onto the bed.
You squeal as he steals the mouse.
You try grabbing it back and he catches both your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head.
A few strands of his hair fall into his eyes,  which is still slightly damp from the shower, as his face hovers inches from yours.
"Listen carefully."
You immediately start smiling, because whenever Rin gets serious like this, he's usually about to lose.
"I am not cute."
You snort.
"And I definitely was not a dumpling."
You completely lose it and laughter explodes out of you.
Rin's expression darkens, embarrassed.
Because he knows you're never letting this go, ever.
Years from now you'll still be talking about it. You'll probably show them to your children. You'll probably make albums heck you'll probably frame one and the thought alone makes him want to disappear.
But at the same timeâ
The image of you showing those photos to your future kids while laughing together settles somewhere warm inside his chest.
A future, a home a family. With you.
His grip softens.
You smile up at him and brush a strand of hair away from his face. "You're precious, you know that?"
Rin's throat tightens as his eyes flick away.
"...Shut up."
But there's no bite behind the words. Only embarrassment and the quiet vulnerability he rarely lets anyone see.
You lean forward and kiss his cheek.
His ears immediately turn red again.
And when you laugh softly, he buries his face against your shoulder in defeat.
"...You're impossible."
You wrap both arms around him, holding him close, smiling into his hair."Maybe."
Rin lets out a long sigh, the kind that says he's accepted his fate.
Because the photos aren't getting deleted, the folder isn't staying hidden anymore.
And for the rest of his life, you're probably going to remind him that he was once an absurdly cute little boy with round cheeks and with a stuffed owl.
A horrifying future, truly.
Yet as he quietly folds himself closer against you, listening to your happy laughter fill the room, Rin finds that he doesn't really mind.
One missed shot, that was all it took for people to suddenly forget who Rin Itoshi is.
The same people who used to worship him are now calling him "overrated," "washed," "selfish," saying he "choked under pressure"
Your blood boils instantly.
"What the hell is wrong with these people?!"
You're sitting on the couch in one of Rin's oversized shirts, aggressively typing replies with the determination of someone entering battle.
"He missed ONE shot." "Do you people think athletes are robots?" "Everyone else misses too, why are you acting like Rin committed a crime?"
You get more and more offended with every comment you read.
Meanwhile, Rin is still on his way home.
He expected silence, maybe disappointment because he already knows the internet is tearing him apart. He can imagine the headlines, the insults, the mocking edits.
Usually, he'd just deal with it alone. But the second he opens the front doorâ
"RIN!"
You storm toward him looking genuinely devastated.
His eyebrows furrow immediately. "...What happened?"
"What happened?!" you repeat in disbelief. "People are being horrible to you!"
Before he can even respond, you start ranting again.
"They're acting like you're not human! It was ONE shot! ONE! And now suddenly everyone thinks they can disrespect you?!"
Rin just stands there quietly while you continue rambling angrily.
Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes look watery from frustration and you're looking personally attacked by the comments.
And somehow⌠Rin completely forgets about the missed shot.
Because now all he can focus on is you.
The way you're pacing around the living room while holding your phone like it personally offended you, the way you keep defending him like your life depends on it, the way your voice shakes with genuine hurt for him.
"They don't even know how hard you work," you mumble sadly. "You were probably already upset and then they made it worse..."
Rin feels something tight twist painfully in his chest.
Not from the match or the comments.
From love.
Because instead of thinking about himself, he's suddenly staring at you like you're the most precious thing in existence.
You care this much, this deeply and for him out of all people.
How did he get so lucky?
"You should see the way I replied to them," you continue angrily. "Actually no, don't. I almost started fighting thirty different people."
"Almost?" Rin says flatly.
You look away.
"Okay maybe I did."
He exhales quietly through his nose.
God, you're too adorable, too sincere, too loving. He feels like his heart genuinely cannot handle it.
You're over here fighting strangers online with tears in your eyes because someone dared insult him.
Meanwhile the actual person who missed the shot is no longer sad at all, because now he's too busy staring at you with that intense, unreadable look in his eyes.
"What?" you ask, still pouting.
Rin suddenly pulls you against him, hard.
You yelp softly as he buries his face into your shoulder.
"...Rin?"
He stays silent for a few seconds. Then quietlyâ
"I don't care about the shot anymore."
Your expression softens instantly.
"...Really?"
"Yeah."
His arms tighten around your waist.
Because honestly? How is he supposed to feel miserable when someone loves him like this?
You get furious for him, you get sad for him.
You defend him like the insults are aimed at your own heart.
And Rin, someone who spent most of his life alone with his emotions, doesn't know what to do with that kind of love sometimes.
It overwhelms him in the best way possible.
"You're insane," he mutters against your skin.
You gasp dramatically. "For defending you?!"
"For caring this much."
"Well obviously I care this much," you say like it's the most normal thing in the world. "You're my boyfriend."
Before you guys come at me and start hating on Rin, I want to say something first.
Since the very beginning of Blue Lock, Rin has been carrying the title of the number one player. While other players fumbled, missed shots or made mistakes at some point, Rin never did. He was always consistent, always perfect, always the one everyone expected to score.
And honestly? That's exactly why people are reacting so harshly now.
Because Rin was always "perfect," people started treating him like he's not allowed to make mistakes anymore. Everyone expects him to score every goal, dominate every match and stay untouchable all the time, completely forgetting that he's still a football player at the end of the day. He's still just a 16 year old boy and he has the right to fail sometimes.
For example, Isagi became number one after growing throughout the entire series. We literally watched him learn, adapt, fail, improve and slowly climb to the top step by step and that development is amazing. But Rin's situation is different. He started at the top, which means people only notice him when he falls even slightly.
So no, I genuinely do not care about what happened in the latest chapter. I do not care that Rin missed. Missing shots is NORMAL in football. Even the best players in the world miss chances. One mistake does not erase everything he has done until now.
If anything, I know Rin will only work harder after this because that's the kind of person he is.
And that's exactly why I'll continue supporting and defending him. He will always be the number one player for me.
So if you want to hate on him, please do it somewhere else because I genuinely don't want that negativity around me. Rin haters are getting blocked immediately. No mercy will be shown âşď¸
2k followers event, request no. 14: After getting drunk for the first time in his life, Rin stops hiding how much he truly loves you by clinging, kissing and blurting out plans to marry you in the middle of the night.
It's past midnight when your phone starts vibrating.
You groan, still half-asleep, blindly reaching for it while the room remains dark except for the faint glow of your screen. You expect some useless group chat notification, but then you see the caller ID.
Meguru Bachira.
Your brows furrow instantly.
"...What the hell?"
The moment you answer, loud music explodes through the speaker hard enough to make you pull the phone away from your ear.
"HI!!"
You flinch. "Why are you screaming?!"
"It's URGENT!" Bachira yells back, sounding way too entertained for someone supposedly dealing with an emergency.
You sit up slowly, suddenly alert. "What happened?"
There's loud shuffling in the background. Someone is laughing. Someone else sounds like they're crying. You hear what suspiciously sounds like Shoei Barou threatening everyone.
Then Bachira lowers his voice dramatically.
"HE'S ASKING FOR YOU."
"Who?"
"RINNNNNNNN!"
Your stomach drops instantly.
Btachira starts cackling before you can even process it. "Your boyfriend, who is emotionally unavailable like seventy-seven percent of the time suddenly has the energy of a supernova because he's drunk out of his mind."
You freeze.
"Rin is WHAT?"
"Drunk," Bachira repeats gleefully. "We made a prank and he fell for it. And he's really a lightweight. We didn't even know this was physically possible."
In the background, you hear another commotion.
"RIN DON'Tâ"
Then his voice cuts through the noise.
"Where is she...?" Rin yells somewhere near the phone. "Tell her I want her here. Now."
Your soul leaves your body.
You throw the blanket off immediately.
"Oh my god."
Bachira snorts. "Yeah, come quickly. He's terrifying."
"I'm on my way."
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The second you step into the club, your senses get assaulted by flashing lights, vibrating bass, alcohol and chaos. And somehow, in the middle of all of it, Rin still stands out instantly.
Even though he is being physically restrained by Barou and Isagi.
You stop walking.
Your boyfriend, who's normally composed to the point of being emotionally constipated, is currently fighting two professional athletes because apparently the only thing he wants in life right now is you.
His dark hair is messy, falling into his eyes. His cheeks are noticeably flushed from alcohol. His black shirt is half untucked like he stopped caring hours ago.
And somehow that only makes him look even more unfairly attractive.
Barou looks one second away from murder.
"Hold him properly, idiot!"
"I am holding him!" Isagi snaps back while Rin nearly drags both of them forward.
Bachira notices you first and his grin becomes horrifyingly wide.
"Ohhhh," he sings. "Look who's here."
Rin's head lifts immediately.
The second his eyes land on you, everything about him changes.
He freezes completely and the irritation disappears from his face completely. His expression softens instantly, dark eyes locking onto yours with such overwhelming focus that your chest tightens.
Then suddenlyâ
"YOUUUUUUU!"
He practically launches himself across the room.
Barou curses violently. Isagi stumbles sideways. And Rin crashes into you hard enough to nearly make you fall.
But his arms wrap around your waist immediately, lifting you clean off the floor like you weigh nothing.
"I missed you," he mumbles directly into your neck, words slurring together. "So much."
Your face burns instantly.
"R-Rin, oh my godâ"
He pulls back only enough to cup your face in both hands, squishing your cheeks together while staring at you with glassy eyes full of drunken affection.
"I love you," he announces loudly.
The entire nearby area goes silent for half a second and then everyone's phone immediately comes out.
You want to evaporate.
"I love you," he repeats with complete seriousness, like this is the most important confession of his life. "You're so pretty."
Rin ignores everything happening around him because he's too busy kissing you.
Messily, everywhere. Your lips, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck. He has absolutely no restraint or whatsoever now that he's drunk.
"I love you so much," he mutters between kisses, words warm against your skin. "Why weren't you here? I needed you."
You clutch the front of his shirt helplessly, completely overwhelmed by the fact that this is Rin, the same man who acts like hand-holding in public equals to scandal.
"I was home," you whisper desperately. "Rin, calm downâ"
"No." The answer comes immediately. "I'm not calming down."
Then he kisses your cheek again.
"Not until I kiss you more."
Barou looks disgusted, Isagi is blushing, Bachira is whizzing, Reo is proudly recording without a care.
But then after a lot of pursuing they finally agrees to getting Rin into a cab.
Barou hurriedly opens the door of the cab while muttering about never pulling pranks on Rin again.
Isagi pushes Rin toward the seat with visible exhaustion.
And the second you climb into the cab, Rin immediately grabs you and drags you straight onto his lap.
"Mine," he mumbles, wrapping both arms around your waist possessively. "Stay."
"I'm literally right here."
"Good."
He buries his face in your chest immediately, arms tightening around you like he thinks you might disappear if he loosens his grip for even a second.
The city lights flicker through the windows while he absentmindedly traces lazy patterns against your waist.
Everything about him feels soft right now, so unlike the Rin everyone else knows.
Then suddenly he speaks again.
"You know..." he murmurs sleepily, "I'm gonna marry you."
You blink.
"...What?"
"I already planned it."
Your entire brain short-circuits.
"The ring," he continues seriously. "The proposal, the penthouse." He tilts his head up just enough to press a sloppy kiss against your jaw. "Two kids too."
Your heartbeat starts malfunctioning.
"A boy first," he says thoughtfully. "Then a girl."
You almost tear up.
"I wanna wake up with you every day." Another kiss. "Every morning." Another. "For the rest of my life."
You stare down at him in disbelief while he holds you like you're the only thing anchoring him to earth.
"You're so drunk," you whisper softly, running your fingers through his silky hair.
"And I still love you," he groans dramatically, hugging you tighter. "I always miss you. Even if you leave for like five minutes."
Your throat tightens painfully because he sounds so sincere, so vulnerable.
Rin nuzzles against your neck again, eyes half closed.
"I don't wanna hide it anymore," he mumbles quietly. "I just wanna love you."
And somehow that affects you more than everything else tonight.
Because sober Rin loves silently, through actions, protection, through the way he remembers every tiny thing about you.
But drunk Rin says it aloud like he physically can't hold it inside anymore.
By the time you finally get home, Rin is clinging to you so heavily that walking through the doorway becomes nearly impossible.
The second the door closes behind you, he grabs your wrist immediately.
"Bed," he says.
"You want to sleep?"
"No." His brows furrow like the suggestion offended him. "Want to hold you."
You laugh softly despite yourself and guide him toward the bedroom anyway. He stumbles dramatically before collapsing face-first onto the mattress with absolutely zero dignity.
Then he rolls over and opens his arms.
"Come here," he repeats with a VERY cute pout that can ruin nations.
And of course our heart doesn't survive it. So you lay down.
And the moment you lie down beside him, he wraps himself around you instantly like an oversized possessive cat.One arm slides around your waist, one hand disappears into your hair, one leg hooks over yours to trap you in place.
Then he exhales deeply against your shoulder like he can finally breathe properly again.
"God," he whispers, pressing slow kisses against your collarbone, "I love you so much."
You stroke his hair gently, unable to stop smiling.
"You're cute when you're drunk."
"I'm cute always," he mumbles immediately. "You're the one who says that."
You laugh quietly.
"Okay, yeah. True."
He lifts his head slightly then, staring at you through heavy-lidded eyes and suddenly the teasing expression disappears completely.
"Please don't leave me," he whispers.
Your chest aches instantly.
You cup his face carefully, brushing your thumb against his flushed cheek.
"I'm not leaving, ever."
Rin studies your expression for a few quiet seconds like he's making sure you mean it.
Then finally, slowly, he relaxes.
"Good," he murmurs.
He leans forward and presses a lingering kiss against your forehead, slow and warm and full of sleepy affection.
"You're my everything."
A few minutes later his words start slurring together from exhaustion but even while half-asleep, he still reaches for your hand.Still brings it to his lips.
Still presses one final sleepy kiss against your palm.
"I'm gonna marry you," he murmurs weakly. "Even if I gotta fight the whole world first."
Then his grip loosens slightly as sleep finally drags him under.
And you're left lying there in the dim quiet of your room, staring at your sleeping boyfriend while your entire face burns.
Because you've realize that youre too are  completely, hopelessly gone for him.
I know some writers love to make the Itoshi brothers fight over the reader but now that I am realistically trying to think about it, I don't think so that'll ever happen irl.
If you're Sae's girlfriend there's 0% chance Rin's gonna fall in love with you. Instead he'll hate you, will be jealous of you because you're loved by Sae, instead of HIM! How dare you snatch his brother away from him?
If you're Rin's girlfriend, Sae will be too busy suspecting you of being a gold digger/clout chaser. He'll probably even do a secret investigation on you by hiring a private detective just so he can understand your motives. He'll do everything to make sure his little brother won't end up being heartbroken. And finally, when he'll come to realise that your feelings for Rin are real, it'll be hard for him to accept. Because what do you mean the little boy whose drool he used to wipe all the time is now kissing and fucking a woman? He'll have a hard time accepting.
It'll be really funny being one of their lovers. You'll get to enjoy the Itoshi family drama, haha.
ââ Have you ever kissed someone with your life on the line?!
wc: 0.9k || Oneshot || Fluff || Established (new) relationship || Gender-neutral reader || Mentions of swearing (in case that bothers anyone) || AN: Pushing the loser Rin agenda again...
Rin thinks it's now or never.
If he doesn't do it today, then his life is over.
His pride will be shattered, and he'll be reduced to nothing but a worthless boyfriend.
After all, how can he call himself a good one if he can't initiate a simple kiss?
So far, it's always been you who initiated things in your relationship.
Whether it was asking him out, reaching for his hand, planning dates, or giving him that first kiss that still keeps him up at night till this day, it's always been you.
But this can't do. He can't let you end up feeling like you're the only one putting in effort.
His love for you and pride won't allow it.
As he tries to solidify his resolve, there's a rapid tap against the carpet floor that matches the pace of Rin's bouncing leg. He shifts on the couch again, his still leg brushing against yours.
The sound is faintânot as loud as his heart beating in quick succession in his earsâbut he wonders if you notice, even with your attention on the TV in front of you.
He allows himself to subtly (to his best abilities) peer at you in the dim roomâto observe the target of his mission tonight. Though, that might've been a blunder, because now, he can't look away.
You're devastingly beautiful, he thinks. He's quite sure of it.
Even the shadows fight against the flashing lights of the movie's action scenes to steal away the view of your face.
Not that he blames them. Not with the way each flicker from the TV highlighted parts of your face while others remain darken, accentuating every curve of your nose, lips, and eyelashes. Each strand of hair that is revealed by the light seems so precious for something so mundane.
There's a slightly disappointed frown that forms on Rin's face when you turn away. The back of your head is all he sees, but he imagines what your face might look like with the light from your unlocked phone screen shining up at it.
Your head then whips around fast, but Rin feels like his head is the one spninning when he sees the tiny smile that graces your lips. "Our food's here. I'll go get it."
Ah, yes. Food.
He is hungry.
Licking his lips, he stares at yours for a moment.
"Okay." Is the only response his brain could conjure.
Not that you seem to mindâor questionâjust pushing yourself off the couch that you were comfortably sinking into. Your phone slides down towards the indent you form with the weight of your hand, displaying the message that Rin assumes is the delivery man.
That's when the world slows in his vision.
Garlic fried rice.
He ordered garlic fried rice.
A thousand thoughts run through his mind in that single instant when you haven't even fully left the couch.
Should he kiss you now? Or wait for you to bring the food and then kiss you as a thanks?
Maybe you wouldn't mind if he kissed you after eating, regardless of his breath? But what if you do go along with it and hate the smell, but don't say anything because you're his lover or whatever?
He wants to kiss you though. Badly.
The sound of your feet slipping into your slippers cut off his thoughts, and before you could take half a step, Rin makes his decision.
Fuck it.
You yelp at the strong tug on your upper arm that basically spins you around. Trying to regain your balance from the surprise attack, you catch yourself with a hand on top of the couch back and a knee digging into the cushion.
For a split second, you think you're safe.
Until there's a clanking sound, followed by a sharp pain in your front teeth and then a soft but wet feeling against your lips.
You and Rin hiss simultaneously, pulling away on instinct to touch your central incisors.
No damage. That was good, at least.
Is what you initially thought until you finally glance at Rin to figure out what his problem was.
While there was no physical damage, there was certainly emotional damage, judging by Rin's face alone.
Which was true, because Rin doesn't think he's ever felt more mortified in his life. And you didn't think you'd ever see the color drain out of Rin's face in your life.
He begins wondering how long it would take to shovel a hole big enough to bury himself in. Or better yet, he should let you do it, seeing how blankly you're staring at him. That should be a sufficient apology, right?
It's the least he can do for being an incompetent boyfriend who can't even kiss properly. For getting too impatient. For hurting you. For not knowing how to time proâ
"...Pftttâ"
A loud boom of laughter echoes across the room. Your laughter.
You laugh wildly while you look upon him with nothing but amusement and fondness.
Like a god who received the greatest offering an otherwordly being could get.
He thinks you then say something about him being adorable, but his mind is too scattered to be considered a conscious human. However, when you bestow him with a kiss of your ownâa simple one to his cheek as a thank you, igniting a pink color to spread throughout his faceâRin does become sure of one thing.
That you will be the inevitable cause of his ruination.
I love the way you make Sae and Rin argue with each other but can we get a oneshot where Sae will act like Rin's older brother for once? Like where Rin will confess to Sae that he likes the reader and Sae will encourage Rin to confess?
Big brother Sae acting like a big brother for the first time? Also frustrated Rin who doesn't know what to do with his feelings and Sae teasing the hell out of him because of that?
2k followers event, request no. 13: Rin shows up at Sae's apartment only to confess that he's hopelessly in love with you and unfortunately for him, Sae enjoys watching him suffer through every second of it.
Sae never expected to hear aggressive knocking on his apartment door at eight in the morning, especially not the kind that sounds like someone is about to kick the door off its hinges.
Half-awake and mildly irritated, he drags himself across the apartment, dark hair messy from sleep, one hand still rubbing at his eyes as he unlocks the door.
The second it opens, Rin pushes past him without permission.
Sae stares after him flatly.
Rin looks terrible.
Rin always looks annoyingly perfect but today, there are dark circles beneath his eyes, his hoodie is wrinkled and his expression is tense in that sharp way that usually means he's either about to start a fight or spiral into a mental breakdown. (Possibly both)
Sae shuts the door slowly behind him.
"Good morning to you too."
Rin ignores the sarcasm immediately, pacing deeper into the apartment like a storm cloud in human form.
"I need to talk." he mutters.
Sae pauses.
Rin doesn't talk. Rin suppresses emotions until they mutate into violence, passive aggression or terrifyingly intense soccer training. If Rin willingly comes to discuss feelings at eight in the morning then something catastrophic has clearly happened.
Sae walks toward the kitchen anyway.
"Coffee first."
"No," Rin snaps instantly. "This is important."
That makes Sae raise an eyebrow.
Without arguing further, he pours two cups of coffee and settles onto the couch with casual elegance, crossing one leg over the other while Rin continues pacing the living room like a malfunctioning machine.
Sae watches him quietly over the rim of his cup.
Rin looks genuinely distressed and that's new.
Finally, Sae nods once.
"Alright," he says calmly. "Say it."
Rin opens his mouth but nothing comes out, instead his jaw tightens.
Sae waits.
Rin tries a second time, visibly forcing the words upward like they physically hurt him.
"...I'm in love."
Silence fills the apartment.
Sae blinks once, twice, then a third time, slower this time, just to make sure he heard correctly.
Rin Itoshi, is in love.
The realization is so absurd Sae almost laughs.
Instead, he carefully places his coffee down on the table.
"With who?"
Rin immediately looks offended.
"Don't make me say it."
Sae leans back against the couch, expression smooth and unreadable.
"Rin."
"You know who."
"I want to hear you say it."
Rin looks like he's being tortured. His fists clench at his sides while his face twists with irritation, embarrassment and something close to panic.
For a second, Sae genuinely thinks Rin might leave through the nearest window instead of answering, but then Rin mutters your name so quietly that it's nearly inaudible.
Sae tilts his head.
"Hm? Didn't catch that."
Rin's head snaps upward immediately.
"YOU HEARD ME."
"I didn't."
"You're such an asshole."
"And you're still here."
Rin glares at him at first but then, after inhaling sharply like he's preparing to dive underwater, he finally forces the words out properly.
"I love Y/N! Happy?"
Sae stares at him for a moment before a slow smirk appears on his face.
Well, this is fascinating.
"You," Sae says carefully, "are talking about a girl instead of soccer. Of course I'm interested."
Rin groans like he's physically suffering and drags both hands down his face.
"This is why I didn't want to come here."
"And yet," Sae says smoothly, "here you are."
Rin mutters something violent under his breath and as usual Sae ignores it completely.
Instead, he studies his younger brother more carefully.
Rin looks restless in a way Sae rarely sees anymore. There's too much emotion trapped beneath his skin, too much tension in his shoulders, too much vulnerability leaking through the cracks of his usual cold demeanor.
It's strange and oddly human.
"How long?" Sae asks.
Rin immediately looks exhausted by the question.
"I don't know."
"That helpless, huh?"
Rin rakes a hand through his hair harshly.
"Weeks. Months. Maybe longer. I don't fucking know anymore."
He starts pacing again, fast. Sharp turns across the living room like he has too much energy trapped inside him and nowhere to put it.
Sae watches him with mild amusement.
"Calm down."
"I can't."
"Why?"
Rin stops abruptly, spinning toward him with frustration written all over his face.
"Because she makes everything worse."
Sae blinks.
"That's your definition of love?"
"Yes. No. Shut up."
Sae nearly laughs into his coffee while on the other hand, Rin looks genuinely miserable.
"I can't think when she's around," Rin says suddenly, voice strained. "My brain just stops working."
Sae hums softly.
"She talks and I forget what I was doing. She smiles and suddenly I can't focus on anything else. She touches me and I feel like I'm dying." He drags both hands through his hair again, frustrated. "I sound insane."
"You are insane."
"I KNOW THAT."
Rin starts pacing again immediately after yelling it and the sight is so ridiculous that Sae has to bite back a grin.
Rin Itoshi, cold, composed, terrifying Rin, is currently unraveling over a girl.
Amazing.
Sae decides to make it worse for entertainment purposes.
"Does she know?"
Rin stops dead in his tracks.
"No."
"Why not?"
Rin stares at him like the answer is obvious. "Because I don't know how to tell her!"
Sae takes another slow sip of coffee, enjoying himself immensely now.
"So what exactly do you feel for her?"
Rin stares blankly at the wall for several seconds like Sae just handed him an impossible exam question, then he groans quietly and drops onto the couch, elbows resting against his knees.
"When she laughs," he mutters, "it pisses me off."
Sae snorts immediately.
"Very romantic."
Rin glares."Not because of her. Because everyone else can hear it too."
Sae nearly chokes on his coffee.
"So you're jealous of oxygen now?"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID."
"It literally is."
Rin sinks lower into the couch, visibly regretting every life decision that led him here.
But once he starts talking, the words keep spilling out despite himself.
"When she looks at other people," he says more quietly, "I want to break something."
Sae nods thoughtfully. "Very funny."
"You're the worst person alive."
"And yet I'm still giving relationship advice."
Rin ignores that, his expression softens slightly instead, gaze lowering toward the floor.
"...When she touches me," he admits carefully, "even accidentally... my chest feels weird."
Sae raises an eyebrow.
"Like my heart stops." Rin looks deeply offended by the concept itself. "I hate it."
"No, you love it."
"For the love of god, Sae," Rin glares harder. "I'm trying to be serious."
And then something shifts slightly in Rin's expression, the frustration fades just enough for something softer to show through, something honest."She makes me want to be better."
Sae stills because that one catches him off guard. Because Rin doesn't say things like that.
Sae knows Rin's devotion has always been intense, consuming, absolute. So if someone makes him want to become betterâ not stronger, not more skilled in football but genuinely betterâ then this isn't some temporary crush.
This is real.
Sae leans back slowly, watching him more carefully now.
"Better how?"
Rin shrugs awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable.
"Everything," his voice drops quieter. "As a player. As a person. As a man."
There's a sincerity in his tone that almost feels foreign coming from him.
Sae's teasing expression softens slightly.
"Have you told her any of this?"
Rin immediately looks offended again.
"How the hell do I tell her that every time she ties her hair back I forget my entire identity?"
Sae lets out a short laugh.
"Poetically?"
"Do I look like a poet?"
"No," Sae says honestly. "You look like a disaster."
Rin flips him off instantly and Sae just smiles into his coffee.
For a while, silence settles between them.
Rin looks unusually uncertain sitting there, shoulders tense, gaze distant. Sae realizes then that beneath all the irritation and dramatics, Rin is genuinely scared.
Sae exhales softly before leaning forward slightly.
"Rin."
Rin glances up.
"If you love her," Sae says calmly, "then tell her."
Rin's throat bobs, and for a moment, he says nothing.
Then, quietly, "I'm scared."
Sae blinks once, because that might be the most honest thing Rin has said since coming here. "Of what?"
Rin looks away immediately.
"...That she wonât choose me."
The words come out rough and small, like they physically hurt to admit.
Sae watches him for a long moment, then he sighs softly.
"She will."
Rin looks up sharply.
"How the hell do you know that?"
Sae almost rolls his eyes.
Because honestly? Rin can read a soccer field in seconds but remains catastrophically stupid about emotions.
"If she's still with you after knowing all your flaws," Sae says simply.
Rin goes still.
"She genuinely loves you, half baked idiot."
Rin's breath catches slightly.
Sae notices the exact moment hope appears on his faceâ small, hesitant, almost disbelieving.
"...What?"
Sae shrugs and Rin's entire face turns red instantly. His ears become violently pink, and he immediately looks away like he's been shot.
Sae smirks.
Adorable.
"You're welcome," he says, standing up and grabbing his empty cup. "Now leave. I have training."
Rin stands too, muttering curses under his breath while heading toward the door. "You're an asshole."
"And you're a half baked idiot who's hopelessly in love."
Rin groans in agony.
Then, just as he reaches the door, he pauses.
Sae glances up.
Rin doesn't turn around when he speaks again.
"...Thanks, nii-chan."
Sae freezes completely. And by the time Sae processes the words, Rin is already goneâ fleeing down the hallway with red ears and obvious embarrassment before Sae can react.
The front door clicks shut behind him.
Sae stares at it for several seconds.
Then he exhales quietly, shaking his head with a faint, helpless smile.
"That idiot," he murmurs softly while looking down at the abandoned coffee cup on the table and laughs under his breath.
the soft hum of rinâs coarse voice was the only noise in the room alongside the constant tinnitus of silence. his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he spooned you from behind, his chest pressed flush to yours.
you blinked blearily, trying your best to stay awake despite the pull of slumber. you wanted this moment to last forever. you wanted to hear rin hum a sweet, never-ending tune for you.
but alas, you lost the fight. your body relaxed in rinâs hold, slotting into place right in his embrace. your eyes closed, eternal darkness behind your eyelids.
and kisses my eyes
rin noticed you fell asleep, he paused his humming and propped himself up on his elbows to just gaze at your peaceful face. he ran a gentle, tentative finger down your cheek.
he counted to a hundred in his head, just to confirm you were actually asleep before leaning forwards to press two tender kisses to each of your closed eyes. feeling your lashes brush against his lips.
donât tell anybody, the big bad wolf,
rin only shows his sweeter, softer side to you. youâre the only one who can see past his cold, nonchalant facade. the front he puts up just so people canât get in, canât take advantage of him.
but he would let you use him, drain him dry of everything he has. he is so utterly devoted to you, heart and soul and everything he holds dear. thereâs nothing more precious than you. and heâd be damned if anyone found out he was a sucker for you.
he promises, with a burning intensity in his heart, that he would protect you no matter what. give you everything you want on a silver platter.
with that thought in mind, rin holds you close to him. drifting off to sleep with a mind full of thoughts, and a heart full of love.
is a puppy in disguise.
a/n: inspired by a quote i saw on pinterest...i didn save it unfortunately, sifh. but we all about that yearner rin lifestyle
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