I CANT STOP LOOKING AT HER TI-TI-TIâ FACEïŒft. rin itoshi
suggestive themes. established relationship. shy rinrin.
rin itoshi was many things. he was a horror addict. a fantastic football player. a brother. heâs beyond that of many, but.. there was one thing he wasnât. there wasnât many things he couldnât find himself talented at, but that doesnât mean that heâs perfect. thereâs a good few things he could think of that just werenât suited for himâone of them was being a boyfriend.
he was completely, and quite obviously new at this factor of life. never once had the infamous younger brother of the football prodigy ever been in a relationship. his life revolved around football, of being the bestâof beating his elder brother. he told himself plenty of times before that he had no time to have a relationship, no time to take on the burden. he couldnât escape from itâs grasp, however, as love found itâs way to his heart painfully sooner than heâd expected, nor wanted.
and it was you. it was you who had him flushing at the tips of his ears, you who had his heart hammering out of his chest, you who had him stuttering over his words when all he wanted to do was give you back your pencil youâd dropped in the middle of class. it was you who made him hopelessly fall in the warm blossoms of young love.
and unfortunately for him, he was facing new problems that he couldnât find solutions for. one of them being his self control. he always thought he had spectacular self control before you came along.
but now that youâre here, he canât seem to stop himself from these urges he keeps getting. these urges that gives him the need to constantly have his hands on your body, to constantly check up on you, to constantly be near you. he tried to push them away, but god, these feelings were fatal.
the more he pushed them away, the more the back of his head muttered for him to text you, to suddenly show up at your house with flowers, to give you his spare jersey so he can have the pleasure of watching you cheer for him in his jersey in his games.
one of his main problems at the current moment was staring. he had a bad habit of pathetically staring and acting innocent, as if you donât know where his eyes keep traveling. heâll deny it with his life, but you saw the way his cheeks flushed as he tried to keep his eyes off of your chest when he saw your cleavage in that pretty, low cut tube top.
he did everything, he tried working out, playing with fidget toys, taking a nap, but god his brain wouldnât shut off. it was like it engineered itself all of a sudden to think solely about you and your body and it just wouldnât shut off.
getting up from where he was pathetically staring at the ceiling on the couch, he tried redirecting his mind to anything other than you once again, his mind racing withâ
oh just kill him alreadyâ make the suffering end.
âwhatâre you doinggg? it feels like youâve been avoiding me all day..â
ânothing. trying to nap.â but his jaw was tight, his fists were clenching at his trousers, and his eyes were averting to anywhere but you.
you knew this man too well. scarily well.
ârin. whatâs so interesting on the other side of this room thatâs making you look at it and not me?â
silence. he was so fucked.
the clock on the wall ticking repeatedly was louder than the silence the both of you shared, sweat building on rinâs forehead as he tried desperately to keep his cool, to cling to what was left of his dignity.
and, suddenlyâlike clockwork, he spoke up just as his head snapped in your direction, his head tilted up to look at you from where he was sitting, as if to avoid seeing what was below.
â...nothing. iâm not looking at the wallââ
â...rinâ iâm slouching and leaning against the couch, that youâre sitting on, and your tall ass is looking up. are there birds flying above me that i donât know about?â
it was then that you noticed how he was blinking incessantly, his pupils going from down to up with each blink, trying to hide the way he kept looking.
oh. so thatâs what it was.
â..rinrin, youâre not acting like yourself.. is something bothering you?â your voice suddenly found itself expressing your words in a new tone, a small smile gracing your lips.
âw-well, itâs.. itâs not reallyââ
âno, no, donât worryâ come here!â
your smile grew wider as youâd wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand reaching up to pet him and toy with his hair as youâd pushed his face into your chest. completely on purpose.
his brain short-circuited. it was safe to say he needed a reboot. maybe a repair.
his body was rigid, his breathing shallow and coming out in short, slow huffs. he didnât move, didnât say a wordâbut wrapped his arms around you in return. smothering his face into your cleavage like a needy child seeking affection from their mother.
â...yeah. something is wrong actually. i just need a stay like thisâ for a little while..â
pushing his face more into your chest, you patted him on the head with a cheeky smile, mumbling back in that sugar-sweet tone, âfor a little while, hmm.. anything to make you feel better, rinnie.â
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