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@ KISS , CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET ?

- asian esfp 7w6 Ი𐑼 mw @r1nitoshi1

02:10 : masterlist 🐰 unilock formulablue

REQUESTS : closed : rules (unfinished)

✉️ : this is my journal and the fanfics just come

along with it .

— have basic decency . do not reupload, translate, or feed my work to ai, thank you .

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UR FILI TOOOO WHATTT

It's a crazy thought, but there's a chance that I once crossed paths with you... 👀

same thing w other people / authors as well... I probably made eye contact with someone who writes ethereally... could be you ngl...

# sonder ig

and if it's fine with you, what are your thoughts of the chance that you may once saw / interacted with a fan of yours without knowing?

felt like I explained this bad so imagine yourself in a normal day, nothing special. you went outside for some reason, and of course the earth has other people living in it as well, so you see other people. but one of these people is your biggest fan, and neither of you knows. 🤔 you may or may not noticed and interacted with them.

omg.. i would love interacting with someone who enjoys my work 😚

i’ve never experienced interacting with a fan.. i think.. i had an experience with a mutual friend who i found out actually read one of my kaiser works before and I DONT think id consider her a fan cause i knew her before i found out about that 😭 it was a silly experience really

but i don’t mind being approached if ever! i’m in school 24/7 tho haha so if u believe u saw me.. i believe it’d be in school? 🥲

im very curious now anon omg LOL

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damned. — k. michael : ooc

love is rare.

that is something you’ve lived understanding. you never felt it yourself but you couldn’t deny something that was real.

you’ve seen your parents kiss each other lovingly in the kitchen while your friends date and be the happiest they’ve ever been. that was all the proof you needed to know love was real, even if you never felt it firsthand.

you believe you just never met the one, that your standards were so high—no one would be able to fit your made up criteria. so you held the idea of love above all, thinking that the day you meet them, is the day your life changes in a good way.

but god. when you did,

did you really have to fall inlove with michael kaiser?

sure, you’re privileged enough to even be friends with a pro-player. people would probably kill for the kind of access you had to him, the kind of closeness that let you see him outside of the stadium lights and the roaring crowds. they’d probably think you were spoiled, or blessed, or both.

but they didn’t know him the way you did.

they didn’t know how impossible it was to stay unaffected when he turned that sharp and dazzling attention on you. how he could make your heart trip over itself with nothing more than a glance held a second too long.

how exhausting it was to want someone who always seemed just out of reach.

loving michael kaiser felt like choosing a single flower covered in thorns over the most beautiful bouquet sitting right beside it.

it was completely irrational.

you were fine before, you were happier just being his friend, platonically.

but it was on a saturday evening, outing with friends, he ordered for you and remembered your usual. suddenly your entire life was in ruins. feelings sparked and kaiser was the only thing you could think of.

you tried very hard to act normal.

but clearly it wasn’t enough because apparently, michael kaiser noticed.

you didn’t know when he figured it out. maybe it was the staring, or the way your face warmed whenever he smiled directly at you. but whatever it was, he noticed. and because he was michael kaiser, he got curious.

his hand at your back while precisely guiding you through a crowd. his fingers deliberately brushing yours when handing you something despite there being plenty of room not to. purposely choosing to stand close enough that your shoulder touched his for no reason other than the fact that he could.

every single time, he’d glance at you afterward.

your quick inhale as your shoulders stiff, the way you’d suddenly find the floor fascinating.

every single time, the corner of his mouth would twitch. he was testing you, and you didn’t even know.

it became obvious during a team dinner.

the entire team was crowded around the table, talking over each other, when kaiser reached across you for a drink. he could’ve leaned forward, or asked ness to pass it. instead, his arm brushed across your shoulders and lingered there for a second too long.

you nearly dropped your fork.

“hm?” he sat back and watched you very carefully while taking a sip of his drink.

you looked away, closing your eyes to try and avoid the feeling of being watched.

he smiles at that.

it became impossible not to notice.

he’d sit beside you even when other seats were free, making sure his knee would bump yours under tables. he’d tuck loose strands of hair behind your ear pretending like your hair was messy, even when it wasn’t.

you spent most days wondering if this was simply how michael kaiser treated friends. but when you watched him interact with everyone else, it was not.

one afternoon, the facility had mostly emptied out. you were sitting on a bench scrolling through your phone while waiting for traffic to calm down. kaiser dropped down beside you with a tired sigh, stretching his arms over the back of the bench.

“exhausted?” you asked.

“no, just devastated actually.” he answered.

you snorted while he looked pleased with himself for getting the reaction.

for a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence. then kaiser leaned over to look at your phone.

his shoulder pressed against yours, your brain immediately jumped to thoughts.

“your feed sucks” he said.

“we just have different interests.”

“yeah, your interests suck.”

“that’s not how… this works..?” your head turns toward him, confused instead of insulted.

“mm.”

you rolled your eyes, trying very hard to focus on the conversation instead of the fact that he was still touching you.

then his hand reached over.

your breath caught.

he plucked a tiny piece of lint from your sleeve and held it up between two fingers.

“oh.” it came out of your mouth before you could even think about saying thank you,

“you looked nervous.” his face closer towards you and his voice barely a whisper.

“i wasn’t.”

“sure.”

heat flooded your face.

kaiser laughed quietly. it didn’t sound like the loud, performative laugh he used around others, it was the softer one that only came out sometimes.

god, you hated that you knew the difference.

he leaned back against the bench, still smiling to himself.

“you’re weird today.” he starts,

“stop insulting me.”

“i will if i can.”

you rolled your eyes before looking back at your phone to hide your annoyed look, hoping that he doesn’t get any more amused at your frustration. beside you, kaiser only watched for another second before looking away too.

the silence settled again.

your shoulder was still touching his, neither of you moving.

“you know,” he said casually, “i don’t mind being with you.”

your head turned so fast it hurt.

he was staring straight ahead, expression easy like he had simply commented about the weather.

“what does that mean?”

he didn’t answer for a while, before turning to look at you.

“dunno.” he thinks before continuing, “whatever it means.”

you waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.

instead, he reached over, took your phone from your hands, and frowned at the screen.

“seriously? you like this show?”

“kaiser.” your tone sharp.

“pretty concerning.”

“give me my phone back!”

“hah. convince me.”

you grabbed for it but he held it out of reach, trying to keep his laughter when you nearly fell into his side trying to get it.

for a second, you were half leaning against him, his arm still raised above your head.

only then did you become painfully aware of how close you were.

“there’s the face again.” he whispered to himself.

“what face?”

“nothing.”

you pulled back immediately, snatching your phone from him.

“i don’t have a face.”

“mhm.”

“i literally don’t.”

“we all have faces dumbass.” he looked entirely too pleased with himself.

“you know what i meant!”

you put away your phone, hiding it from him specifically. letting out a heavy sigh as if it was able to release whatever you had felt inside.

you turn your head, glancing at your shoulder that was no longer leaning on his.

“have you been doing this on purpose?” you mumble quietly.

kaiser tilted his head, “doing what?”

“the touching.. and stuff.”

“touching?”

“look, i’m not trying to make assumptions here.”

“does it matter?” he asks, yet it sounded like he didn’t want an answer. he quickly stands up, stretching one more time. “talk about this next time.”

“wait. you aren’t leaving now!”

“gotta practice overtime” then he left you on the bench.

you stayed there, staring as his tall figure went back out. confused and entirely conflicted. as you call out for him one last time, he only turns back to give you one smug smile.

a stupid, beautiful smile that had ruined your life. and somehow, despite the embarrassment, your heart skipped anyway.

michael kaiser knew you liked him, he was teasing you on purpose. and unfortunately, you still wanted him to do it again.

even if it pisses you off.

especially if it pisses you off.

[kleinflx]

our favorite writer suddenly *POOF*!

heres a life update anon

i am (not) writing

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ar these two diff peopel

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someone match profile w me threat

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A MONTH AWAY — i . rin : special req @r1nitoshi1

you counted three weeks.

it has been three weeks since the breakup, three weeks since rin itoshi had walked out of your life, only leaving a fragment of him that’s barely recognizable to you anymore. It would’ve been easier if he had disappeared completely, blocked your number, ignored your existence, pretended you never happened. but in his own way, he stayed.

‘friends’

the word made your stomach twist in ways that felt sickening each time you thought about it. about him, about everything.

your friends were talking around you, their voices blending into the background noise of the cafe. it was easy to disappear to your thoughts the more they spoke. one of them was telling a story about a teacher, another was laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink. you nodded when you were supposed to nod and smiled when you were supposed to smile.

but your thoughts stayed somewhere else. it somehow always did. you stayed wondering what rin was doing while you were out with your friends.

has he eaten?

is he in practice?

does he think about you sometimes?

the realization made your jaw tighten. It was absolutely pathetic and you hated it.

your friend nudged your arm. “earth to [name]??”

you blinked. “huh?”

the table then erupted into groans.

“oh my god! you haven’t been listening.”

you laughed weakly and apologized, but even as the conversation continued, your attention drifted again. it was like your brain had forgotten how to think about anything else.

your gaze wandered toward the window, hoping for a distraction of some sort. and that was when you saw them.

there was a couple standing outside.

the girl looked frustrated while the guy looked annoyed. they were arguing about something you couldn’t hear through the glass, but it was obvious enough from their expressions.

then the girl pointed at his clothes. suddenly, like magic, you knew exactly what they were fighting about.

because you remembered a memorable argument you once had with rin. it had been one of the stupidest arguments you’ve ever had, with rin especially.

looking back, it barely qualified as a fight.

you had spent nearly an hour deciding where the two of you would go. planning something for the both of you. not some fancy restaurant or expensive event, you only missed him and wanted a nice date.

you had even sent him pictures and references of what to wear, something that looked decent, and something that matched yours.

then rin showed up wearing whatever he had grabbed off his floor.

“what?”

you couldn’t believe him. “rin.” his expression remained blank, only making you even more frustrated. “so you couldn’t have dressed a little nicer?”

“[name], i am dressed.” he reasons out. you nearly walked away right then.

the entire date started with you sulking while rin followed behind you in complete confusion. every answer you gave him was short and every glance you sent him was annoyed.

eventually, he grabbed your wrist.

“tell me, what did I do?”

“the dresscode rin!”

“there was a dress code?”

“implied dress code! the photos, gosh rin!”

he stayed silent, a flash of a smirk appearing before he looked away and sighed.

the memory still irritated you.

“i hate you rin.”

“you don’t.”

“i do.”

“you can’t hate me.”

somehow, despite how annoyed you were, he had managed to make you smile.

by the end of the date, you were leaning against his shoulder while he listened to you complain. he nodded occasionally and promised to wear something nicer next time.

a stupid fight and a stupid memory that felt precious now. sometimes you wondered, if you weren’t sulking that day, would he still have stayed?

stupid thought.

the cafe suddenly felt too loud. you looked away from the couple outside. your friends were still talking, but you only wanted to go home.

that night, you opened your messages. you shouldn’t have and you knew that, but you still did anyway. rin’s contact stayed pinned on the top, exactly where it always had. you started scrolling.

the breakup messages hurt enough, the messages after hurt worse because they were so empty.

most of them were initiated by him, but only when it involved practical things. returning your hoodie, asking for his colognes, nothing more, nothing else.

you scrolled further through your messages, only showing your shameful attempts at a conversation.

you asked how training went, if he had eaten. it was all embarrassing, truly.

every attempt looked worse than the last. short responses and dry acknowledgments are the only things you hear back from him.

disgusting. you felt disgusting, desperate, pathetic.

you were practically chasing after someone who barely seemed interested in speaking to you. and yet you still wanted to message him.

as another hellish week passed, rin texted you.

‘i found more of your stuff.’

you laughed as you read his text.

at this point, you were convinced he was finding objects that didn’t even exist. you didn’t want to be delusional, but when all of his messages include seeing you, he probably misses you more than he lets on.

you impulsively agreed to let him come over. you weren’t sure if that was a mistake or not because the entire day just felt wrong.

when the knock came, you nearly didn’t answer. hesitating when your hand was already on the door handle, ready to unlock. and when you did, rin stood there holding a small bag.

you looked at it with not much care, “seriously?”

“what?”

“how much stuff do i even have at your place?”

he looked away.

“rin.”

before you could continue, rin cuts you off, “it was in a drawer.”

“oh my gosh rin.” despite the annoyed facade you put on, you stepped aside, inviting him to your place.

he entered your place awkwardly and placed the bag down. he stood there, looking around your place. the photos you two framed was now gone, the flowers he got you was on a vase, now dead.

it was quiet, not peaceful in any way. he didn’t speak, never planned to, he was too focused on how your place changed so much in just a few weeks.

“did you throw away our photos?” rin asks, his voice low as if he was saying it to himself instead of you.

you found it odd. it’s normal to throw away photos of your ex. especially when you’re trying to move on.

“i have. have you?” you ask, but rin never answers. he just hums, like he was agreeing to you but ignoring your question at the same time.

the room just kept silent, only becoming unbearable. you snapped.

“why do you keep doing this?” rin looked up.

“what?”

“you’re finding reasons to see me.”

his brows furrowed, “what reasons? i found your stuff and came to return it.”

“no!” your voice came sharper than intended. “no, you didn’t.”

weeks of frustration unexpectedly poured out all at once.

“you keep showing up.” he opened his mouth but you didn’t let him speak. “..and texting me.”

“you answer me [name].”

“obviously! because i still love you!” the words takeover the entire room.

you wished you could take it back but at the same time, it felt right that you couldn’t.

“i don’t want this.” your voice cracked, “i don’t want to be friends, rin.”

he didn’t move while your anger started bubbling up again, “you’re just looking for reasons to see me.” that got a reaction from him.

“tell me I’m wrong rin.” you hesitate before repeating yourself, “tell me.”

rin looked away, hurting you more than if he had decided to argue. but yet, he couldn’t deny something so true.

“i knew it.” you whispered to yourself, “you break up with me, then you stay around.”

“it’s not..” rin starts but doesn’t continue.

“You barely talk to me, act like you don’t care.”

your eyes started burning as tears threatened to fall.

“was this fun?” your voice barely audible now. “i hate missing you.” the place went quiet, long enough for shame and embarrassment to take its place. you looked away exhausted.

“forget it.” you regretted everything. but when you expected him to leave, he walked closer.

“…sorry.” you barely heard it but you could still make up what he said.

rin wasn’t good at apologizing, wasn’t good at expressing anything. which was why the next thing surprised you even more.

he sat beside you and slowly leaned forward, a familiar feeling of his forehead rested against your shoulder. exhaling a long and heavy sigh that sounded like relief.

your heart hammered, betraying all of your anger from earlier, “rin.”

he shook his head slightly. no words came out, as if he just couldn’t explain it.

when rin finally spoke again, his voice sounded rough, “i don’t know.”

you frowned, “what does that mean..?”

“i didn’t want to stop seeing you.” he hesitated, “just thought staying friends would be easier.”

“were you satisfied?”

“no.” his answer came immediately.

his shoulder pressed lightly against yours, he looked tired. rin closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy something good for once.

the future was still uncertain, your relationship was still messy. but when rin shifted closer, you realized something.

neither of you really wanted to let go.

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thank you for 900 followers >< will post the req tn 👀

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YOU SUCK

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[kleinflx]

hi can i have 6 chicken nuggets and a mcflurry :x 🥺🥺

anyways hihi kisss could i get some rin like a lil angsty but also fluff

like rin and reader broke up, were on and off loads, then they stayed as just friends bc rin didnt want a relationship. BUTTT

reader still has feelings for rin, and they stay in contavt but but but them he gets dry and they barely talk 😔😔

but then reader says i cant just b ur friend anymore ily and rin takes reader back! 😚✌️

let reader do what im too scared to do..

WOW u asking for angst.. unexpected BUT OKAY got u 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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kiaser kaiser kaisierr… kaiser ficsplease .. please

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i will give out fluff as promised for the literature club kuneme 🐰🐰

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oh my god.. my literature club got accepted 🥹🥹🥹 i am club pres too fuuhhh #monikaera

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just... a... guess...

are u filipino? 👀

fuhh yesss do u know me irl … HAHAH😭😭😭 im half filipino nd half chinese but im currently living in the ph 🙏

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is it js me or like.. ur writing is Genuinely S tier for angst fiction compared to lovey dovey smiley typa shi I mean pretty much us readers absorb every word, like lit absorb it all I lowk wonder where u got this writing stuff, hmmm🤔 that's all

also which authors would you recommend? Or authors you genuinely favor?

hehehe thank you for reading and enjoying my work!

so here’s a little (LONG) explanation ..

MOST of my angst works are really just exaggerated experiences ive had … some examples being the rin chatfic, got called ooc multiple times, which is valid cause some of those were straight out of my dms with my ex .. to loved a dead man rinfic, to art of war sae and so on . 😭 ive simply just experienced too much and decided to share that to the world with writing fanfiction 😣 .

ive also just consumed alot of tragic romance (dedicated yuri reader here. EVERYONE is doomed.) angst is just ME i dont know i find angst thrilling and exciting LOL fluff is genuinely so boring to me jm not gonna lie.. which is why i dont like most of my own fluff works. angst makes me feel emotions and thats how i know its good cs i rarely get that w fluff bye

music plays a major role too, i cannot write without it. my mood relies on music like i could move on from a break up if i just listen to thirst trap music.. probably.. and that works just as quick when it comes to sad music LMFAO. could be the happiest person until you play duster next to me. suddenly im back to when i got broken up with on the first day of the week after school 😭 20 mins later im writing a fic about it BYE

NOW works UMM okay heres the thing, i dont read as much anymore. its genuinely been a while since i sat and read instead of being the one who wrote LOL . i have a few prominent writers i like here on tumblr but we offer VERY different vibes (i mean like hardcore smut) and i dont think thats what you’re looking for except one (at the bottom). on other platforms n sites though (like ao3. also been a while. like a year probably) i have a ton of favorite fanfics there, but they’re all cc x cc . if you’re still interested, i could make a separate post recommending them still !

@kenyudotcom — moot who inspired me to be a little more poetic notgonnalie .. requested from them before and it was genuinely so good ! i still think ab it to this day haha 🥲

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hi guys 😄 update on the sae fic . so there might be no part two .. ive read the requests and im thankful for the ideas but i’m honestly satisfied with the ending already 🥲🥲 my account has consistently been only oneshots too so ..

IDK just wanted to say this cause i dont want you guys thinking im ignoring yall or making a part two .. im not . thanks! loveyou guys ❤️‍🩹

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AFTERNOON ACTIVITY — i . rin

it was early afternoon on a windy day when the apartment was quiet with your boyfriend, rin itoshi.

comfortable in a way that only came after spending enough time with someone. it wasn’t awkward really, more like the two of you just existing in the same room without feeling the need to constantly entertain each other.

sunlight spilled through the living room windows, washing everything in a lazy afternoon glow. rin occupied one end of the couch, his attention fixed on a match replay playing quietly on his big tablet.

you were doing the opposite in a sense. your phone rested in your hands as you mindlessly scrolled through whatever appeared on your feed. half the posts went unread, the other half disappeared from your memory the second you swiped away.

it wasn’t until a brightly colored dessert flashed across your screen that your thumb finally stopped moving.

rainbow macarons.

the craving hit so suddenly it almost annoyed you.

you let out a long sigh and dropped your head against the back of the couch. beside you, rin barely reacted, his eyes only flick toward you for half a second before returning to his screen.

the memory of your date yesterday returned instantly.

the two of you had wandered through the city after lunch without much of a plan. one cafe led to another, random conversations filled the walk, and eventually you ended up standing in front of a dessert shop with a menu displayed outside.

it had only taken one glance for you to see how delicious it was.

a strawberry macaron filled with cream had been pictured near the bottom of the menu, perfectly arranged you hoped it tasted as good as it looked.

but unfortunately, reality had different plans.

it was limited and sold out.

the employee had apologized while you stared at the empty display case like you’d just suffered a personal betrayal.

you could still remember rin standing beside you, hands in his pockets, looking mildly amused by the entire thing. pretending like he didn’t want to taste it as much as you do.

at the time, you had pretended to move on.

but now, sitting on the couch with the hunger that appeared only when you saw the macarons on your feed, you clearly hadn’t moved on.

another sigh escaped you, this time rin paused his replay.

“still thinking about it?” his voice broke through the silence.

“i’m trying not to.” you pause, thinking about the macaron before realizing something, “how’d you know i was thinking about the macaron?”

he huffs before looking away. “..smart guess.”

the corner of your mouth twitched. “you wanted it too didn’t you.”

“don’t laugh.”

“i’m not!”

you sat up straighter and pulled your knees closer to your chest, while your fingers were already moving across your screen again.

a few seconds later, recipes filled the display.

the first one looked complicated.

the second looked disgusting.

the third somehow required equipment you were pretty sure normal people didn’t own.

your sudden confidence started dropping immediately.

“why are there so many steps?”

rin glanced over briefly, “what are you looking at?”

“recipes.”

“we aren’t baking.”

you continued reading anyway.

despite the intimidating instructions, none of it looked impossible. sure it looked difficult, but still not impossible.

eventually, the idea settled itself into your brain and refused to leave.

“i think we can make them.”

rin didn’t answer right away. he simply stared at you for a moment, it was the look he always gave whenever you came up with an idea that would inevitably become his problem too.

“we can’t.”

“if you’re good at football, you can be good at baking!”

“where’s the correlation exactly?”

“you are good at one thing, you can be good at another thing.”

“dumbass.” his disappointment only getting worse the more you two talked.

a few minutes later, both of you were standing in the kitchen.

ingredients slowly accumulated across the counter as cupboards opened and closed.

sugar appeared first, eggs followed, then vanilla extract surfaced from somewhere in the back of a shelf neither of you remembered using.

for a moment, things looked promising.

until you checked the recipe again, the ingredients specifically.

“we’re missing flour and food coloring.” you mumble disappointed.

the recipe suddenly felt much farther away. for a brief second, you considered giving up entirely. but then the craving returned, unfortunately.

rin must’ve noticed the look on your face because he sighed before you could even ask. he quickly grabbed his wallet.

“where are you going?”

“buying.”

you followed him toward the front door, whispering a small ‘thank you’ as he pulled on his shoes.

the door closed behind him before you could respond.

and now left alone, you immediately got to work.

at first, everything went surprisingly well. you separated eggs carefully, measured ingredients twice, pretending like you were some sort of professional baker.

the entire process felt easy enough that you briefly convinced yourself this would be easy.

that confidence lasted approximately ten minutes. powdered sugar somehow ended up outside the bowl, an eggshell disappeared into one mixture.

you spent two full minutes searching for a measuring spoon only to discover it sitting inside the refrigerator.

the kitchen gradually became messier with every passing step.

but you argued that progress was still progress. atleast that’s what the motivational instagram reels have been telling you.

the afternoon stretched onward while music played softly from your phone speaker nearby, filling the apartment with a warm atmosphere that made the empty space feel less empty while rin was gone.

you glanced toward the clock multiple times during that duration. he was taking longer than expected. not concerningly long but enough for you to start wondering what was keeping him.

eventually the sound of keys rattling outside the apartment pulled your attention away from the counter.

the front door opened and rin stepped inside carrying two small grocery bags.

you immediately brightened. “finally!”

his eyes traveled across the kitchen. “what happened?”

you followed his gaze. and well, maybe it looked worse than you thought. sugar dusted parts of the counter with bowls that occupied the whole surface.

you just pointed at the ingredients. “i’ve been productive.”

rin looked unconvinced but still placed the bags down.

the two of you fell naturally into a rhythm after that.

you handled most of the mixing while rin measured ingredients and double-checked instructions incase you forgot a step, clearly not hiding the fact he doesn’t trust you.

every so often your shoulders would brush while reaching for the same thing, neither of you bothering to move away immediately.

the kitchen felt warmer when he was there.

the batter eventually reached the consistency the recipe wanted. whether it was actually correct remained questionable.

“i think that’s right.” you stayed optimistic.

“you’ve said that three times.”

“because i’m believing in myself.”

“i suppose someone has to.” you gasped while rin looked entirely unapologetic.

the next few steps proved significantly messier. at some point you discovered a streak of batter on your cheek that you had absolutely no memory of creating.

rin noticed it before you did. he reached forward without warning, his thumb brushed lightly against your skin.

you froze when he pulled his hand back. a small smear of batter sat across his fingertip.

for a second neither of you said anything.

you grabbed his wrist, and before he could react, you leaned forward, licking the batter from his finger.

the look on rin’s face was almost worth the embarrassment that followed. his ears turned slightly red.

your satisfaction lasted roughly five seconds.

then he leaned closer. it wasn’t to kiss you, but for his lips to brush the corner of your mouth where a trace of sugar had been left behind.

when he pulled away, you stared. now he looked completely satisfied with himself.

“rin.” you narrowed your eyes.

“what?”

“you’re playing dirty.”

he decided to ignore you and instead returned to measuring ingredients.

for the next several minutes, every attempt you made to steal a kiss ended in failure.

you’d lean closer, he’d move away.

you’d catch him looking, he’d suddenly become very interested in the recipe.

you wanted to keep on trying but eventually, the macarons demanded attention. and unlike rin, they couldn’t dodge you and your attempts.

hours later, the finished tray finally sat cooling on the counter.

“we did it!”

rin examined them. “recognizable.”

you grabbed one and carefully, held it towards him.

rin leaned forward slightly, ready to humor you and be romantic for once. but just before he could take a bite, you turned your head and quickly pressed a kiss against him instead.

for perhaps the first time all afternoon, he genuinely looked caught off guard.

your grin widened immediately.

you handed over the macaron afterward, looking entirely too pleased with yourself.

rin accepted it with a shake of his head. even so, the small smile that appeared afterward stayed long enough for you to notice.

and somehow, the homemade dessert that looked generously disgusting tasted even better than the one you’d spent all afternoon craving.