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@littlemissendlessdreamer
scarred love.
rating : mature
word count : 4.3k
themes : angst, slight fluff, implied and mentions of sex
notes : based on vistlip’s CLASSIC OPERA // this is my first work on this blog, i hope you enjoy!
“I don’t think he loves me anymore.”
“No way… That’s not the case, I’m sure!”
“That’s what I want to think but…”
Suna could barely believe as he stood outside the bedroom door, hand barely making contact with the handle. Was that really what you thought?
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haikyuu multi- drop dead
synopsis: how you meet/fall for various haikyuu boys, inspired by the lyrics of "drop dead" by olivia rodrigo
includes: atsumu miya, shinsuke kita, wakatoshi ushijima
haikyuu masterlist request a fic
wc: ~2,700 total, ~1,000 per section
content: generally gender neutral reader, atsumu aged up, drinking, general fluff, physical contact/proximity (?), academic settings/tutoring
an: i thought of this right before leaving for work and had to wait my entire shift to come back and write it 💔
i lowk lost the plot during ushijima's so sorry, also this is a little longer than i anticipated but i hope you guys still like it
You are completely, utterly, hopelessly lost.
The plan had been simple: you and your friends agreed to meet at one of the food booths in the gymnasium before their match. It had seemed straightforward enough that you confidently told them you'd be fine finding it on your own.
Unfortunately, you seem to have severely underestimated your horrible sense of direction.
You’re currently standing in a deserted hallway, having somehow gotten so lost that you couldn’t even hear the noise from the stands anymore. They need more maps of this place, it's Nationals for God's sake, you think, huffing, as you swivel your head around, looking for something—anything—that could guide you to where you need to be.
rin meeting your daughter ୭౿
your daughter had technically met rin plenty of times before— back when she was still a newborn baby asleep in sae’s arms or a toddler too young to remember much of anything. but now, at four years old, this was the first time she was old enough to truly understand who he was.
even then, she still spent the first few minutes of your visit hiding behind sae’s leg while rin stood awkwardly in the doorway with his arms crossed, looking just as unsure of what to do with her.
“say hi to uncle rin,” you encouraged softly.
your daughter peeked out from behind sae, gave rin a tiny wave, then immediately hid behind sae again.
rin simply stared at her in complete bewilderment before awkwardly lifting one hand. “… h-hi there.”
sae snorted beside you, the corners of his lips twitching upward.
“pfft, relax a little,” he remarked dryly.
the entire afternoon was painfully awkward. rin had absolutely no idea how to interact with children, and your daughter was too shy to say more than three words at a time. well that was, until, she noticed the soccer ball sitting in the corner of his apartment.
“u-uncle rin, can i play with that?”
LOVE OPTIONS
FEATURING: Rin Itoshi, Nagi Seishiro, Sae Itoshi
PREMISE: There must be a guy out there that understands a woman's heart just a little! And your boyfriend might just be that with a small exception ; how a habit of theirs gets the both of you into a silly scandal!
wordcount: 3.2k (around 1k for each) | content & warnings: reader is referred to as "girlfriend" + usage of she/her pronouns, reader owns a purse, crackfick, teasing, joking, banter ; headcanons followed by scenarios
AUTHOR'S NOTE: love options is trending and rightfully so. its so catchy
RIN ITOSHI | 糸師凛
When you first started dating Rin was pretty new to all the relationship stuff.
He’d be awkward during physical affection. Quite literally stiffening when you’d hug him as a greeting. You think that even holding hands might have been too much for Rin at first, but over time as the two of you spent more time with each other and got more used to each other, Rin warmed up to you.
Still there were some habits of your early relationship phase that transcended over to your current relationship. Whenever Rin didn’t know how to behave around you, but still wanted to show you affection, he always insisted on carrying your purse.
Honestly, it was pretty cute. When you’d bring it, teasingly, Rin would just scoff and tell you not to bother with such lukewarm things, but it slowly turned into a habit. It was a gesture that made Rin show his love for you without having to verbally express it.
You didn’t even have to ask, Rin would always hold your purse. Whether that be on dates, on the way to the grocery store or to practice games. Rin would never let you carry it—he’d rather be a dead man. Seriously you’d have your purse slouched over your shoulder and he’d give you a stare that practically said “over my dead body.”
Now that you think about it, Rin was kind of like a puppy that would get territorial over their favourite toy—not that you’d ever tell Rin. Who would carry your purse then? Honestly, it’d still be him (who else?), because he can’t stand the thought of you thinking him as unreliable.
You can’t help but think that it also is some kind of an ego thing for Rin—having you rely on him makes him feel like a good boyfriend who’s able to take care of you. And honestly? It was really endearing, so you just continued to let him hold your purse.
There wasn’t ever an occasion where you’d have to carry your purse alone, at least not if Rin was around. But when the chance was given you took it, just to see how Rin would react.
In which the paparazzi caught you and Sae shopping in a jewelry boutique (inspired by mbappe and ester lol)
Itoshi Sae x fem reader
warning! mildy? r-rated; Sae gets cockblocked by the worst news possible; Itoshi Sae is whipped your honor
Word count: 2.7k it’s not that long i promise
Your relationship with Sae had never been open to the public, much less discussed - just private. Everyone knew he had a girlfriend, but no one knew who you were. No one knew it was you. You were a complete mystery. Until today, that is.
When rumours started swirling a year ago that he had a girlfriend - mind you his fanbase was already deranged as it was, he immediately confirmed the rumours without hesitation - though indirectly. You weren't sure whether that was bold or reckless. Then again, Sae was hardly hyperaware of his fanbase, much less paid attention to it.
You remembered that interview that went viral overnight. A reporter had the audacity to ask Sae about the rumours right after his match. You remembered Sae taking a pause, his eyebrows scrunching slightly to convey his confusion, before his expression shifed to annoyance.
He answered with that ever so monotone voice of his, 'Ah? So what if I have? I fail to see how this is any of your businesses' - irritation flickering in his eyes. That was all he said before walking out of the pitch, seeing as the interview was no longer about football. He didn't want to entertain gossip.
Any further attempt to ask about his dating life was completely shut down. Sometimes he would say, 'Next question' - or he would simply walk out with pure indifference.
After that, the media learned to stop asking.
His patience was a luxury. He scared the reporters that way. His reputation had long been built on his character, seemingly the same both on and off the pitch. Cold. Sharp-tongued. Intimidating.
The rumours escalated when a photo was leaked a few months ago - a picture of you and Sae taking a stroll at the beach with your hands intertwined. It was dark in the evening, your backs turned against the camera, so neither of your faces were visible. For Sae on the other hand, no one could mistake his silhouette - his strong physique and his reddish-brown hair standing out despite the dark background.
The fans absolutely went into a frenzy. The comments were utterly bipolar. Some people were crying, angry or boldly delusional. If you weren't Sae Itoshi's girlfriend, you would've laughed at their stupidity. You mostly couldn't fathom how some of them directed their anger at a faceless girl they didn't even know.
A bead of sweat dropped as you imagined yourself getting jumped by his fans. You shivered.
Sae ultimately valued protecting your privacy over his own, always keeping your dates subtle. He was protective in that way. So when a paparazzi finally caught your face, clear as day in the camera - everything went straight down to the gutter.
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30 hours before present time
You had been lounging on the couch, legs up, hugging a pillow on your chest, and lazily scrolling on your phone, looking for new things to buy.
Your thumb went to a stop when something caught your eye. It was a dainty, diamond pendant necklace. It was absolutely lovely. Very simple yet elegant.
You chuckled to yourself like a maniac, knowing this would hurt your bank account. But you simply must have it.
"You want that one?" a deep voice spoke from behind your shoulder, pulling you out of your own world. You looked up and saw Sae behind the couch, bending down slightly to see your screen.
He had just come back from the gym, hair slightly mussed, with white t-shirt perfectly hugging his muscles, the sleeves seemingly tight over his biceps, grey sweat-shorts, and his gym bag slung over his shoulder.
Perfect timing. You faced him with much excitement, your eyes twinkling expressively.
"Sae, what do you think about this one? Isn’t this lovely?" you raised your arm a bit so he could see your screen better.
He looked at it with indifference. "Hm, it's fine"
You gave him an unimpressed look. "Are you saying it's fine because I like it, or you saying it's fine because you think it's ugly and you just want to agree with me?"
"I like everything you like"
"Then I don't want it" you turned your back against him dramatically, unimpressed.
Sae wanted to deadpan at your antics, though there was an amused look on his face. He leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Are you upset? What did I say?" he murmured.
"I want you to be honest" you pouted, your head turning away from him.
Two seconds passed by.
"You make it look better." That was just that, short and sharp. It took a second before his words registered in your brain. You knew fully well what Sae meant - the necklace wasn’t anything special, but you, yourself make it look special.
His words hit harder than they should have, and your breath caught a little as your cheeks warmed up. "And yes, I like it. I think it would suit you." He added.
You slowly lifted your gaze at him. Well... if he put it that way then...
"Okay then! I'll go visit the shop and see it for myself", you said, your voice much lighter now, clearly excited.
You hopped off the couch to go get ready.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna get dressed"
"I'll come with you. Wait."
You turned towards him and blinked. You gave him a confused look, an eyebrow slighty raising. "It’s broad daylight. People will see us.”
Your boyfriend stayed indifferent.
"Hm." He pulled out his phone. "I'll call the shop. They can reserve the place for us."
You stared. "Sae, is that really necessary? It would just bother them" you said. "It's fine, I can go alone"
But Sae was already tapping on his phone. "It's Cartier right."
You immediately grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Really, it's okay. I won't be long"
"I'll ask them to open after their closing time," he said simply. "There won't be people around then."
Your lips parted. Huh? Is that even possible?
Before you could even protest, he was already lifting his phone to his ear.
"W-wait"
"Yes, hello" Sae spoke calmly into the receiver.
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The morning after, 1 hour before present time
Both your legs rested on the sofa, locking Sae in between. You were straddling him, sitting on his lap comfortably.
The brand new necklace resting on your skin, and Sae’s hand holding the pendant, inspecting it.
“I could’ve payed for this myself you know.”
He looked at you dead in the eyes with disbelief, as if you just insulted him in the face.
Like hell he would let you pay for yourself. Who were you kidding? He would spend more money on you than himself.
“It’s like you’re calling me poor.” Your boyfriend lifted an eyebrow.
You let out a chuckle. He looked so offended.
“Alright, I’m sorry” You cupped his face, giving him a light kiss on the lips.
”Sorry?” Your boyfriend stared flatly at you, clearly expecting more.
You rolled your eyes at his pettiness, a smile grazing your lips.
So you showered him with rapid kisses all over his face, twice on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose and finally a long peck on his lips.
“Am I forgiven now?” You smiled prettily at him. “Hm, not quite.”
Then Sae cupped your neck and pulled you to meet his lips.
He kissed you slowly. His kisses were soft and gentle, trying to show how precious you were. You couldn’t help but smile as you reciprocate the kiss with the same motion.
He sucked your bottom lip, and your lips automatically parted, gaining him access to slip his tongue in. Pretty soon his kisses gradually got deeper, his hunger taking over - his tongue wrestling your own.
He was thirsty. He couldn't get enough of you.
Your head drew back from his intensity, lips still locking. So you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders to steady yourself. You thrusted your hip forward, pressing on him as if it was reflex - pressing on his hardened groin.
He groaned on the contact, fuck. He wouldn’t let you get away with that.
His hands travelled downwards to cup your bottom, giving them a squeeze. That's right, he had always had a fetish with your bottom cheeks. And you would be damned if it didn’t lit a fire within you.
You smirked in the kiss and pulled away, "Well then do something about it."
Instantly, Sae went rigid. You saw his jaw clenched so tightly. He knew well what you were insinuating.
You looked directly into his eyes, a sly look on your face as you brushed your fingers on his chest, then slowly going down to rest your warm hand on his bulge.
You leaned into his ear carefully, "please", your lips brushing his ear.
A beat.
He did not need you telling twice after that.
Before you could even react, you were instantly thrown down on the sofa, and you let a gasp in shock.
Sae took advantage of your parted lips to plunge his tongue in - wanting to bruise your lips, with a hunger so strong you’d think he hadn't been fed for a long time.
Your hands traveled under his shirt, feeling his muscular core.
Sae's warm hand caressed your exposed thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. His touch burned.
His mouth parted from yours then started trailing down kisses to your neck, giving you a moment to breathe - barely.
His hand creeped inside your shirt and found its way to your breast. He lifted your shirt with his other hand, just enough to expose your breasts. Then Sae bended down to suck.
He nibbled on your right nipple, his warm, wet tongue making it more sensitive. His other hand massaging your other breast. You shut your eyes tightly at the sensation, lips parting at how good it felt. An embarrassing sound escaped your lips - you were practically mewling.
He made his way up again to meet your lips once more.
His hips thrusted forward, and you gasped at the pressure, feeling his hardened bulge between your legs.
You wanted to ignite his hunger even further… so you gripped on his maroon hair tight - and started moaning his name into his mouth.
Your ploy seemed to work as Sae kissed you even harder, devouring your lips, making you breathe heavily through the nose.
He thrusted and pressed even harder on you, making your legs grow weak.
Sae slowly descended his hand on your stomach, then lower - until he reached between your thighs.
You sucked your breath, anticipating, your legs tightening around Sae.
Then as lightning struck down earth, a sudden, consistent buzz froze you both.
What..
Sae quickly recovered, seemingly unbothered. "Ignore it."
Sure enough, the buzzing stopped. He leaned down his head and resumed kissing you again fervently, his fingers slowly lifting down your underwear.
His lips descended down from your neck, giving you wet kisses in between your breast, down to your lower stomach.
Lower - lower. You could practically feel how you were soaking wet - and he would finally get a sweet taste of that.
Buzz Buzz
You and Sae froze again.
What in the fuck could they possibly want right now, Sae thought, letting out a groan in annoyance.
This time you halted, and cupped his face to bring him up to your level. Somehow you had this gut feeling that something didn't sit right. "What if it's important?" you gave a worried look at Sae.
Sae gave an irritated huff, resting his forehead on yours.
The buzzing stopped once more, then resumed again after a beat.
“Sae, take it.”
"I swear if it's Shidou, I'll cut his throat out and feed it to the dogs" He spoke with a gruff, his expression darkening.
Sae reluctantly got off you and reached for his phone on the coffee table. He immediately swiped, not even bothering to read who the caller is.
"You better not waste my ti-"
"Sae-chan!" A frantic voice spoke. It's Girolan. "Thank goodness."
Sae paused at Girolan's tone, he was clearly panicking but Sae couldn’t give two shits at the moment.
"What is it?" Sae spoke coldy.
"Erm how do I put this?”
”Out with it.”
”Sae-chan there'sahugeproblemlikehugehugetypeofproblem.Ijustatebreakfastwithmydaughtersthenistarteddoingchoresbecausewhynotrightmywifeneedsrest.IwasjustvacuumingthefloorwhenIreceivedacallfromtheagency.Ohmyohmythepaparazzicaughtyoubothlastnight.itsallovertheinternetnowthepicturesareeverywhere.Itsover.ohIdontknowwhattodoimpanickingthisisbad.”
What the fuck? Sae pinched the bridge of his nose, not understanding any bull for shit.
His jaw tightened, his fist clenching tightly as If he was going to punch someone. He swore he was going to pull all his hair out for ruining his good goddamn morning. I don't deserve this shit. He'd never felt this much rage before since Bunny Iglesias.
Sae took a deep breath, loosing his temper, clenching and unclenching his fists. He wanted to hit something.
Yet he gathered all composure he could muster before speaking, "Girolan, I don't understand what you're saying, speak slowly." He managed to speak calmy, contrary to his outrage.
A beat.
"Someone caught you both last night. They leaked the pictures just a few minutes ago."
…
Shit.
All the anger died down in a split of a second, now replaced with shock.
Sae turned to look at you with wide eyes, strikingly opposite of his usual aloof expression.
What? What? What happened. Dread creeping in.
Sae parted his lips, trying to find the right words, anger slowly seeping in again.
His eyes didn't leave you, and it took a few seconds before he spoke again to the receiver. "Call back the agency. Find out who's responsible." He spoke slowly, his voice deep and cold, seemingly collected.
Inside, he was boiling. How could he be so careless. In all 2 years of being with you, he swore to himself to protect you - to not let you get taken advantage of malicious cameras or harassed by the media. And he just created an opportunity for that, now that the world knows what you look like.
He gritted his teeth in anger. He would personally take care of the person responsible for those pictures - murder in his mind.
He ran his fingers to his hair tightly. "And shut all those pictures down." He added darkly.
You looked up at him in disbelief. Pictures?
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Present time
You sat on the sofa as you scroll through your laptop, seeing both your face and Sae’s plastered in your big screen. On top of the article, written in big, bold letters - Sae Itoshi Spotted With His Girlfriend Last Night.
One picture showed Sae standing behind you, clasping the necklace around your neck. Another picture showed you both looking at a display, with Sae’s hand resting on your waist. The third was you speaking to an associate of the shop, with the pendant gleaming softly against your skin.
The pictures were carefully zoomed in, taken from outside the windows. It felt too intrusive, enough to make your stomach drop.
You rubbed the space between your eyebrows, dreading the worst as you scroll down to the comments.
saeforlife: No way this is true, I'm so heartbroken urtea_towel_:The girls are all crying rn its.daniel24: Idk why this is relevant to football' defnotmadz: Somebody stole my nonchalant man user6677: This must be AI lizzyhopeee: Bro she's a baddie omg tu_tuvelo!!: They look good together what’s the problem cacababy111: Gold-digger lol
Excuse me? That last comment caught you off-guard. And you let out a scoff of anger. How dare–
In the corner of your eyes you saw your phone continuously blinking with endless notifications. You took a peek at your screen.
Oh my goodness, they found your Insta already. You hastily threw away your phone on the couch, horrified.
You heard footsteps and you looked up to Sae approaching, tapping the end button on his phone. He had been busy talking with PR team.
Sae was fuming. One of his managers in his PR team suggested he post an official statement, but Sae was no goddamn popstar. He wasn’t obligated to spoon feed the public. He couldn’t care less of what others think of him but he’d draw the line the moment your privacy is crossed. He wouldn’t stand for paparazzi following you, harassing your privacy, especially when you’re alone.
The thought of your private, intimate moments being plastered all over the internet made his jaw tighten.
Sae stopped in front of you and bent down on on his knee to meet you, his eyes apologetic. “I’m sorry, amor”
You gave him a sympathetic smile “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Sae."
“No, it’s all my fault. I should’ve been more cautious.”
“Sae, we both knew this would happen at some point. It’s not your fault.” It was true. It was bound to happen.
He averted his gaze from you, lips pursing.
But you cupped his face and forced him to look at you. You kissed him softly on the lips.
“Do you know what this means?” You asked with a slight smirk, attempting to lift the mood. “We can go to disney world now.”
Sae let out an unbelieving huff. Of all damn things..
You lifted an eyebrow and forced your face to keep straight. “I’m serious. We should wear matching shirts and those cute headbands.”
Sae put two of his fingers on your forehead and pushed your head back lightly
“Oww” you exclaimed dramatically.
In all honesty, Sae felt relieved too. It was over now, no more walking on eggshells on the street. No more hiding. He could now freely show his girl off to the world, walk hand in hand outside in broad daylight without pretending to be subtle, and take you out on dates in public places you’d always wished for.
For the first time the world saw you. And he would damn show to the world that he was only yours.
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End notes: lmao shidou as the prime suspect sae thought of first. Also, gang did yall see mbappe posted ester on his ig like 3 or 4 days ago?? And the lyrics on his song choice was like ‘she has blonde hair my baby is the prettiest..’ I was gagged, that def inspired me to write.
art at the top was drawn by kaneshiro
𝓇𝒾𝓃 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓈𝒶ℯ'𝓈 𝓰𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ
The elevator ride to the penthouse was silent, save for the faint hum of machinery. Rin watched the floor numbers climb on the digital display, his reflection caught in the polished chrome of the doors. He looked the same as he always did, sharp, severe, a bit too tense, but the air in his lungs felt thin.
Sae had reached out. That was the anomaly. A text message, devoid of any pleasantries, providing an address and a time. “I’m in Tokyo for the week. Come by at seven.”
It wasn't an olive branch; it was a summons. But for Rin, it was the closest thing to a conversation they’d had that didn't involve a pitch and a ball. He told himself he was going there to gauge the gap between them, to see if the prodigy of Spain had grown soft in his old age. He didn't admit, even to the silence of the elevator, that he’d actually checked the time every ten minutes since six o'clock.
The doors chimed and slid open.
The hallway was quiet, carpeted in a deep charcoal that muffled his footsteps. When he reached the door, he didn’t knock. He wasn't a guest; he was blood. He pressed his thumb to the scanner, Sae must have registered his prints beforehand, and the lock clicked with a heavy, expensive sound.
The apartment was exactly what he expected of his brother. Minimalist, expensive, and cold. High ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering sprawl of the Minato skyline, and furniture that looked more like sculptures than things meant for sitting.
“You’re late,” Sae’s voice drifted from the kitchen area. He was leaning against the marble island, a glass of water in his hand. He looked casual in a way that felt like a provocation, black cashmere sweater, hair slightly mussed, the usual bored expression fixed firmly in place.
“Traffic was lukewarm,” Rin replied, shutting the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes, lining them up with habitual precision. “And you’re the one who chose a place in the middle of the city.”
Sae didn't offer a rebuttal. He just tilted his head toward the living room. “Sit down. I’m finishing some calls.”
Rin rolled his eyes, crossing the expanse of the hardwood floor. He was ready to find a spot on the rigid designer sofa and wait in a brooding silence until Sae decided he was worthy of attention.
He stopped short at the edge of the rug.
There was someone on the couch.
A girl was curled up at the far end of the long sectional, a thick knit blanket draped over her legs and a tablet propped up against her knees. She didn't look up immediately, her thumb scrolling through what looked like a digital manuscript or a textbook. Beside her sat a mug that smelled faintly of cinnamon and expensive roast.
Rin stood frozen. The air in the room shifted. He felt a surge of immediate, reflexive hostility, the kind he reserved for anything that disrupted his focus.
“Sae,” Rin said, his voice dropping an octave, laced with a sharp, questioning edge.
Sae walked over from the kitchen, not even bothering to look up from his phone. “What?”
Rin gestured vaguely, his hand rigid. “Who is this?”
The girl looked up then. She didn't jump, didn't stammer, and didn't look even remotely intimidated by the six-foot-plus professional athlete standing in the middle of the room with a murderous scowl. Instead, she offered a small, easy smile.
“Oh, you’re here,” she said. Her voice was calm, settling into the room like it belonged there. “We were wondering if the rain would hold you up.”
Rin’s eyes snapped back to Sae, who was now standing next to the couch. Without a word, Sae reached down and moved the girl’s feet so he could sit on the edge of the cushion. It was a casual, tactile gesture, one that spoke of a thousand shared afternoons.
“My girlfriend,” Sae said. The words were flat, delivered with the same weight he might use to describe the weather or a tactical formation. “Don't stand there like a statue. You’re blocking the view.”
Rin felt like he’d been hit with a blindside tackle. 'Girlfriend.' The word didn't fit in his vocabulary when it came to Sae. Sae was a machine. Sae was a midfielder who saw the world in lines of efficiency and cold logic. Sae didn't have 'people'. He had subordinates, rivals, and a brother he delighted in tormenting.
“Since when do you have a girlfriend?” Rin demanded, though he kept his voice controlled. He wouldn't give Sae the satisfaction of seeing him lose his cool in front of a stranger.
“Since before I came back to Japan this time,” Sae said vaguely, waving a hand.
The girl set her tablet down on the coffee table. “I’m glad to finally meet you, Rin. Sae’s mentioned you’re a bit of a handful, but he didn't mention you were so tall.” She stood up, wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders for a moment before letting it drop onto the sofa. She moved through the space with an effortless familiarity, heading toward the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I was going to order something, but Sae insisted on making something light since you’re in training.”
Rin didn't answer. He couldn't. He watched her walk into the kitchen and reach for a specific cupboard, the one where the high-protein pasta was kept. She didn't ask where things were. She didn't fumble with the complicated European stovetop. She moved around Sae’s space as if she’d designed it herself.
“Sit, Rin,” Sae repeated, his voice taking on that familiar, impatient bite. “You’re giving off a pathetic aura. It’s annoying.”
Rin sat. He chose the armchair furthest from the couch, his back straight, his eyes tracking every movement in the kitchen.
The next hour was one of the most surreal experiences of Rin’s life.
He had come here expecting a psychological war, a battle of wills where they would trade barbs about their respective seasons in Europe and the state of the national team. Instead, he was watching a domestic tableau that felt like a glitch in the matrix.
The girl, Rin still hadn't quite processed her name, his brain filtering it out in his initial shock,bwas hummed a low tune as she moved between the island and the fridge.
“Sae, the salt is low,” she called out.
“Bottom drawer, behind the espresso pods,” Sae replied without looking up from his tablet.
“Found it. Do you want the usual roast for later, or are you trying to actually sleep tonight?”
“The usual. We have a film to watch.”
She made a soft sound of disapproval. “You’re going to give yourself an ulcer. Rin, does he always work this hard when he’s home, or is he just showing off for you?”
Rin stiffened as the question was directed at him. He looked at her, searching for any sign of mockery, any hint of the sycophantic behavior people usually displayed around the Itoshi brothers. He found none. Her eyes were bright, curious, and genuinely relaxed.
“He’s always been obsessed,” Rin said stiffly. “It’s the only thing he’s good for.”
She laughed. It wasn't a loud sound, just a soft, melodic huff of amusement. “Fair enough. At least he’s consistent.”
She brought over a tray of water and a bowl of sliced fruit, setting it on the coffee table between them. As she leaned over, Sae reached out, almost subconsciously, and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Rin’s grip tightened on the armrest of his chair.
He’d seen Sae be many things. He’d seen him be cruel, arrogant, brilliant, and dismissive. But he had never seen him be 'gentle'. The way Sae’s fingers lingered for a fraction of a second against her temple, the way his sharp, teal eyes softened just a fraction when she looked at him, it was nauseating. It was fascinating.
“You’re staring, Rin,” Sae said, his gaze shifting to his brother. “It’s creepy.”
“I’m not staring,” Rin snapped. “I’m wondering why you brought a civilian into this.”
“She’s not a ‘civilian,’” Sae said, his voice cooling. “She’s the only person in this country who doesn't talk to me about football the second I wake up. Which makes her significantly more valuable than you.”
The girl poked Sae in the ribs with the back of her hand. “Be nice. He’s your brother.”
“He’s a brat,” Sae countered, but he didn't pull away from her touch. In fact, he leaned slightly into her space.
As the evening progressed, the evidence of their longevity only piled up. She knew that Sae hated the sound of the ice maker, so she’d turned it off before they sat down. She knew exactly how much honey he liked in his tea when he had a slight cough, which Rin realized now, hearing Sae’s faint rasp, that Sae actually had. She even knew where Sae kept the spare charging cables for the specific model of tablet Rin used.
“Here,” she said, handing Rin a cable. “Your battery light is red. It’ll die before you leave.”
Rin took it, his fingers brushing hers. She felt warm. Real. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” She smiled at him again, and for a second, Rin saw what Sae saw. There was a groundedness to her. She wasn't a fan, and she wasn't an athlete. She was a tether.
By nine o'clock, the girl stood up and stretched, her oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder. “I’m going to head into the office for a bit to finish that project. You two should talk. Try not to break anything.”
She leaned down, and to Rin’s horror, she pressed a quick, casual kiss to the corner of Sae’s mouth.
“Don't stay up too late,” she murmured.
“I won't,” Sae said.
She waved at Rin. “It was nice meeting you, Rin. Don't let him bully you too much.”
Rin just nodded, paralyzed. He waited until he heard the door to the far room, the one Sae used as a home office, click shut.
The silence that followed was heavy. Sae picked up his water, taking a slow sip, looking entirely too unbothered.
“What the hell was that?” Rin hissed, leaning forward.
Sae raised an eyebrow. “A conversation. Food. You’ve seen humans interact before, haven't you? Or did Blue Lock turn you into a complete animal?”
“Don't mess with me,” Rin said, his voice vibrating with suppressed indignation. “Who is she? Really?”
“I told you. My girlfriend.”
“How long?” Rin demanded. “How long has she been living here? How long has she been... in your life?”
Sae set the glass down. He looked at the closed office door for a moment, his expression unreadable, before looking back at Rin. “About a year. Give or take.”
Rin felt a physical jolt of offense. “A year?”
“Roughly.”
“We played in the Champions League qualifiers six months ago,” Rin said, his voice rising despite himself. “We were in the same city for three days. You didn't say a word. You didn't even hint that you weren't alone.”
“Why would I?” Sae asked, his voice maddeningly calm. “It wasn't relevant to the match.”
“It’s relevant to 'everything'!” Rin stood up, pacing the small space between the chair and the sofa. “You’ve spent the last three years telling me that I’m too emotional, that I’m too tied to people, that my football is lukewarm because I can't stand alone. And all this time, you’ve had... 'that'? You’ve been playing the part of the solitary genius while someone else is making your coffee and knowing your habits?”
Sae watched him, his gaze cool and analytical. He didn't get angry. He didn't get defensive. He just waited for Rin to stop vibrating with rage.
“You’re missing the point, as usual,” Sae said quietly. “She isn't a crutch, Rin. She’s a choice.”
“A choice you kept from me.”
“I keep a lot of things from you. You’re obsessed with me. If I’d told you a year ago, you would have spent every match trying to figure out how she changed my center of gravity or how she affected my vision. You would have made it about football.” Sae stood up, walking toward the window. The lights of Tokyo reflected in his teal eyes. “She has nothing to do with the pitch. That’s why she’s there.”
Rin stopped pacing. The anger was still there, simmering, but it was being overtaken by a strange, hollow realization. He had spent his entire life studying Sae, trying to dismantle him, trying to understand the clockwork of his brother’s mind so he could eventually break it.
And yet, he hadn't known this. He hadn't known that Sae liked cinnamon in his kitchen, or that he allowed someone to see him when he was tired, or that he was capable of holding a relationship together for an entire year without destroying it with his arrogance.
“Does she know?” Rin asked suddenly.
“Know what?”
“What you’re really like. How much of a bastard you are.”
Sae turned back, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “She knows better than you do, Rin. She’s seen me lose. She’s seen me when I can’t sleep because my ankle is acting up. She doesn't care about the New Generation XI. She thinks the lower eyelashes are a genetic quirk, not a brand.”
Rin looked at the office door again. He felt a weird, prickly sensation in his chest. It wasn't the hatred he was used to. It was something else, a realization that the brother he was chasing wasn't just a goalpost to be reached. He was a person with a life that Rin wasn't the center of.
“She’s too good for you,” Rin muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Sae actually let out a short, dry chuckle. It was the most human sound Rin had heard from him in years.
“I know,” Sae said. “Now sit down. If you’re going to be offended, do it while we look at these set-piece VODs. You’re still telegraphing your inside curves.”
Rin grumbled, but he sat back down. The tension in the room had changed. It wasn't gone, it would never be gone between them, but the sharp, jagged edges had been buffed down by the presence of the girl in the other room.
A few minutes later, the office door opened slightly, and she poked her head out.
“Sae, I can't find the blue folder. Did you move it?”
Sae didn't even look up from the screen he was holding. “Second shelf, under the anatomy textbook.”
“Got it! Thanks, love!”
The door shut again.
Rin looked at Sae, who was already highlighting a defensive lapse on the video. Sae looked calm. He looked settled.
For the first time in a decade, Rin didn't feel like he had to break his brother to understand him; he just had to accept that there were parts of Sae Itoshi that didn't belong to football, and they certainly didn't belong to Rin.
“Your positioning here is trash,” Sae said, pointing at the screen.
“Shut up,” Rin replied, but his voice lacked its usual venom. He leaned in, peering at the screen, as the smell of coffee began to waft from the kitchen once more.
The world was still cold, and the rivalry was still there, but in the quiet of the apartment, the ice had begun, very slowly, to melt.
Rin realized then that for all his talk of destroying Sae, he was glad there was someone there to pick up the pieces when the game was over.
(a/n: should I make another part?)
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Part 1
Imagine Part 2: After what happened in the storage room, Zanka started avoiding you. Not very successfully, if you were being honest.
He left the cafeteria whenever you walked in. During training, he suddenly found urgent things to do on the opposite side of the field. And when you sat down beside him in the common room one afternoon, Zanka silently got to his feet and moved over to sit next to Rudo instead.
Rudo looked at him, then at you.
“Did you two have a fight?”
“No,” you said.
“Yes,” Zanka answered at the exact same time.
You slowly turned toward him.
“We had a fight?”
“We do now.”
Rudo frowned, clearly trying to figure out what was going on, but Zanka was already on his feet and heading out of the room.
You watched him leave.
“Wow. He's so sensitive.”
Imagine: You were Enjin’s beloved little sister. The one he had always protected and spoiled, the one he was ready to deal with anyone over without asking too many questions.
And somehow, out of all the Cleaners, Zanka was the one who had caught your eye.
The only problem was that Zanka seemed to fear and respect your brother far more than he was willing to admit. So whenever you hinted at your feelings, he responded with tense silence, carefully kept his distance, and pretended not to notice your interest at all.
It did not upset you. Quite the opposite, it amused you endlessly. That was exactly why you loved creating situations that made Zanka especially uncomfortable.
Like accidentally getting locked inside the headquarters storage room with him.
It was unusually quiet in there today. Zanka pulled the door handle for the third time, then threw his shoulder against it and let out an irritated breath.
“Locked.”
You shoud LOWKY…. Maybe.. write an arranged marriage fic with zanka🙏🏼😔… ( ANYWAYS I LOVE YOUR WRITING?!?! LIKE HELLO?!? )
Anyways hope your doing well :)🩷
zanka nijiku x fem!reader | 1.6k words. kinda suggestive-ish. | masterlist.
🚯 first started writing this when i was watching pursuit of jade lol, so yes, this is heavily inspired from that one scene jwbskwhsksnw
“c…consummate the marriage?”
zanka himself couldn't hide the twitch of his eye the moment your father and his father (who is now your father-in-law, obviously), told you of such a thing.
“indeed,” said the head of the nijiku family. “the marriage will only be valid if you complete the act, no?” he turned to your father.
your father chuckled, eyeing you nervously. he certainly didn't mention this to you, though the look he gave you seemed as if to say, “this should've been obvious.”
well, fuck. you could just lie your way through it, couldn't you?
you looked to your side and watched the even breathing of zanka nijiku, his eyes closed and his hands lay calmly on his lap.
although the same demeanor cannot be said for what's going on inside his head at the moment.
╭──╯ RUIN THE FRIENDSHIP !
PAIRING: Sae Itoshi x gn!reader
SYNOPSIS: When Sae left for Spain, you regretted not ruining the friendship by telling him how you really feel. Having spent the past years trying to rid your lingering feelings for Sae, you’re hit with a whiplash as you meet him again at your middle school reunion and old feelings start to resurface. However you’re proven that it’s not that easy to get over your childhood love when Sae is adamant on making you his.
wordcount: 7.7k (trust me) | content & warnings: possibly ooc!sae, sae as kind of aloof, hard time reading social cues & blunt (i firmly believe in sae w undiagnosed asd but it’s not explicitly mentioned), jealous!sae, they’re childhood friends, reader and sae in a closet, sae has a hard time communicating, rin cameo, fluff, hurt/comfort (they clash), sae is yearning (in his own way — him and his emotional constipated ass), miscommunication, kabedon, attempt at kissing ; oneshot
CURRENT ORDER FOR TEA99: Felicity’s special blend which consists of a purple cup filled with Black Tea, with a splash of almond milk. It’s served on a platter along with a slice of Pandan Honeycomb cake
AUTHORS NOTE: taking my own special and calling it a day & this is what a one week cruise without wifi does to u
Nothing lasts forever, because time is an all returning tide that softly kisses the shore before it washes away everything, leaving no trace behind. Memories will be woven into the form of photos and trinkets until they're nothing more than remains of the past. When time flies, so does everything else with it, they’re carried into the sky and fly away from your grasp — quite literally so.
In your dictionary the definition for missing someone who was still alive would be Sae Itoshi — your former neighbour — the boy from next door.
— rumors
♫ fluff, suna rintaro x gn!reader, wc: ~700, request for @jamongcha
There seems to be a rumor going around among EJP Raijin that you and Suna Rintaro are dating.
This comes as news to you, because as far as you knew, Suna Rintaro was unfortunately still just your best friend, even after years and years of pining for him.
The closest you ever got to making out of the friend zone was the incident a few months ago where you both got drunk and he kissed you, but much to your chagrin and despair, he never so much as brought it up afterward. You were so angry that you didn't speak to him for days, leaving all of his Instagram reels spams on delivered and FaceTime requests rejected.
So where the hell did this notion start that you were dating Suna Rintaro?
“Where the hell did you hear that?” you splutter indignantly at Komori, who had just congratulated you both on finally getting together. And what the hell does he mean “finally,” you think angrily to yourself. It's like salt in the wound; he makes it sound as if you had been both pining cluelessly for each other for forever, which may be true in your case, but Suna had made it very clear the kiss from that night was a mistake that should be forgotten. It's as though the universe refused to let you forget the embarrassment and sting of it all, Komori's well intentioned message feeling like a mockery of your feelings instead.
Komori's eyebrows furrow in confusion and he exchanges glances with Washio, who seems just as lost as him.
“Do you mean you and Suna aren't…”
“Of course we're not,” you snap, frustration bubbling out of you. “Trust me if we were, I'd be screaming it from the rooftops by now.”
Komori's jaw drops and Washio laughs. “I think I understand now,” the latter wheezes after a moment.
“Understand what,” you scowl, and Washio laughs harder as a light dawns on Komori.
“Oh,” he says, grinning mischievously. You fight the urge to throw something at his head. “You might wanna ask Suna about that. After all, this is something we heard from him.”
It's your turn for your jaw to drop and Komori pats your shoulder sympathetically as he and Washio continue their way to the lockers. Their laughter rings mockingly through the now empty hallway as you open and close your mouth in shock.
“You look like a fish,” a familiar voice snorts and you jump, face flushing as your eyes meet with the culprit of all your troubles.
“You!” you exclaim, pointing your finger accusingly. “What's all this about us dating, huh, Sunarin?”
He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. “What about it?”
“I- well- but it’s not true!” you shriek, arm shaking with rage.
“What do you mean?” his head recoils, a rare moment of true confusion as your words catch him completely off guard. “Haven't we been dating since that night I kissed you?”
Silence.
You're flabbergasted. The same Suna Rintaro who disappeared from your apartment without a word the morning after he kissed you, who didn't bring it up a single time in the months that passed, who acted like nothing had changed between you, has been thinking he was your boyfriend this whole time?
“You kissed me…” you pronounce slowly. “And you just automatically took that to mean we're dating now,” is what you don't say, implied instead by your silence as you stare expectantly at him for an answer.
“You kissed me back,” he shrugs matter-of-factly.
“Wha- so that's that? You don't even- You didn't even think to ask if I was okay with it?” you gape at him.
“Well, you kissed me back,” he repeats, an infuriating grin settling on his lips. He leans in and you blush furiously as the tip of his nose stops just before bumping with yours. You shudder as you feel his breath against your skin and without meaning to, your eyes flick down to his lips and back to his eyes. He notices, of course he does, and his smirk just grows wider and you groan.
He stands up straight and laughs, snorting as he cups your face. “Unless you're not okay with it?” he teases.
“Oh just shut up and kiss me already,” you huff, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him toward you. You feel him tremble with laughter, anger melting away as his chapped lips collide with yours.
Guess you'll have to tell Komori he was right after all.
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you were never enough and high school constantly proved that.
you barely got into to UA high and you desperately clawed your way to the top 5 in class. during the training you were never something special. never catching the eyes of agencies during the sports festival. heck you didn’t even make it to the 1-on-1 tournament. being top 5 was the only accomplishment you had.
during your time at UA, many of your classmates started developing crushes on one another . which many fizzled out, some turned into talking stages, and few went on dates. you were never a pageant queen. never praise for being pretty. you never caught anyone stealing glances from you or making excuses to get close to you. you came to terms to being average looking and most likely having to reap the consequences from it.
shoto was one of your many crushes. he was a quiet guy that never talked much to you. you were paired up with him once during training but his dialogue was short and forced. without much knowledge of who he was you only saw the attraction as physically.
denki was the most promising in terms of a relationship. he was funny, making sure everyone was laughing. he even kept conversation with you. he gave you compliments, paid for your food, and hung out constantly. you had his number and would pretty much talk everyday, but a talk with the girls, in your class, proved your insignificance.
Beep!
“ooo, whose that”, mina questioned, her eyes widening, when momo’s phone went off.
“pleasee, nobody special. it’s just denki, he’s been pestering me constantly,” momo rolled her eyes clicking her phone on silent.
“oh!” you thought.
“sameee it’s getting kinda of annoying, like just leave me alone!” ochaco squealed her disappointment in denki’s texts.
“i’m pretty sure he does that with every girl. desperate if you ask me,” mina signed going back to scrolling on her phone.
“guess i was never special,” you scrolled on your phone as a way to distract yourself.
after that, boys became an after thought in you head. “school and hero work is the only thing that will stay consistent in my life” is something you told yourself every time you wanted a relationship.
katsuki made that difficult. he seemed to be interested in you in his own way. there was once a fair during the weekend, which mina forced the whole class to go together. you were surprise that he decided to come along but even more surprised when he pulled you away from the group for it just to be you and him.
“come on, dumbass” katsuki muttered under his breath. catching your hand in his.
“wait!” he kept tugging you away from the group “what has gotten into you bakugo!” he shouted at him.
“don’t be so dramatic. i….i just want to get away from the extras.” he let go but avoided you gaze.
this was the start of a special relationship between you and katsuki. a couple months later, of him liking you in his own complex way, he confessed his feelings for you. it was over a walk in a park that you both frequently visited and after a nice dinner you both had.
you were on cloud 9. his love was so special and one that couldn’t be replicated. the princess treatment and “kindness”, in a very katsuki bakugo manner, that was only allowed for you. his physical affection that diminished any insecurities and brought significant comfort. his love was an one of a kind. his immense loyalty made you believe that the euphoria will last forever.
“class please welcome a transfer student, aniya,” aizawa announced.
it was as if an angel fell down from heaven. the girl was the beauty standard. golden, shiny blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a nice figure. none of which compared to her face. almond eyes that sloped up. side profile that was sculpted out of marble. no imperfections and every feature perfectly balanced. a face that is once in a generation. “ i wonder if she knows she that gorgeous. i wonder how it feels” your eyes involuntarily darted to katsuki.
“of course…” you thought as you saw exactly what you prepared yourself for.
katsuki saw exactly what you saw. a perfect human. his dream girl. someone who is stronger, smarter, and more beautiful. someone that compliments him and not someone who will drag him down. someone whose energy doesn’t get wasted on but instead recharged, someone you will never be. you needed constant attention and reminders of you worth. you were to much to handle. you weren’t easy to love. you were never meant to be loved.
it didn’t take long for him to leave you. aniya was immediately attracted to him. katsuki didn’t take long to reciprocate. they were perfect for each other. many forgot of you and his relationship. many forgot of you. she was your replacement, a better version of you.
*timeskip*
UA was a small part of your life. though it was very impactful, it was short.
now you have your own agency and are the #7 hero in japan. top 10! the pain of high school seemed insignificant now. the joy you provide to citizens and fans, the protection you enforce, and the calm of your presence overshadows negative emotions of your own.
hero galas were constant and repetitive. the same speeches and celebrations. you rarely went unless something interesting was happening. you went alone. you were alone for most of your life after high school. rarely talking to classmates.
sitting down at the table marked with you name, you pulled out your phone to distract yourself.
“….y/n”
you turned you head to the voice to be met with katsuki bakugo.
“oh… hey!” you pulled out a fake smile. not wanting to see him.
“i know that this weird but i wanted to say that i’m sorry for how i ended things with you….” he trailed off, looking like this is a conversation he didn’t want to have.
“hey! it’s okay don’t worry about. we were young,” you shrugged your shoulders, hoping he will get the hint and leave.
“yea….well i still wanted you to know,” he looks you dead in the eyes. maybe he can see the lack of emotion in them.
you smiled at him softly as he left.
the conversation made you realize how lonely you were. no one to talk to about the weird talk you and katsuki just had. the fact that you haven’t dated since him. no one giving you the attention he did during the relationship. no one waiting for you. no one worried about you and whether you not you have taken care of yourself. just you by yourself. you looked around at all the connections being made and realized that you were alone.
after the speeches you will return home and see an empty house. one not made into a home. no one waiting. no touches and affection given. an unsettling quiet that will haunt you. leaving you to see your loneliness
a/n: lowkey venting; 1st write hope you all like it!
COMPUTA, how to get ISHIGAMI SENKU to like you?! COMPUTA???
Pairing: Senku x reader
COLLEGE AU
Synopsis: you were done getting done dirty so, you ask your good ol buddy Senku to whip you up a love potion by Valentine’s Day.
Has poorly written smut at the end, 💚 that will be my indicator for the scene.
A/n: enjoyyyyyyy this very rushed piece of literature!
W/c: 15k
I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes as I barely proofread it cause I skimmed going crossed ! And I apologize if I made Senku too ooc!
you chewed on your cheek as you tapped the tip of your pen on the paper. "What is it about me that's just so…" Your words trailed off because you couldn't find the appropriate phrase for your love life situation.
Case one. In other words, situationship one. You started talking to this guy from one of your classes.
What went wrong? You found him kissing another girl at a party is what went wrong. And that was AFTER he stood you up for your arcade date the very same day, saying he forgot about it 20 minutes after you'd been standing at your meet up spot and a hour after your conversation about said date.
Safe to say you but tapped him once or twice… okay three times. Anyways he was K.O. And the girl well she was pissed and ended up curb stopping him into the floor.
Case two. You really liked this guy, it was like he was made just for you. Best dates, beautiful face, nice body. And he was well versed in romance books as well as the females in taste books. You could only imagine how he was in bed. And you wouldn't have had to imagine it had you not seen his phone buzz with a pizza delivery contact.
The fuck kind of pizza delivery says "I miss you baby. When can I see you again?" Piece of shit.
You texted his phone and he had your contact name as Uber Eats . Fucking Uber Eats.
You may have gotten very violent but it was okay-cause, fucking Uber Eats? Did you look like a bitch who Ubers people food?
Those were your first and so far last… whatever you can call those and that was a year ago and you were sick and tired of being single.
Especially with Valentine's Day coming up in a month and 7 days. You would hate to have to stop your roomies fun time cause your stuck in the dorm cause your single.
Your friends are out the question cause surprise, surprise, every single one of them have someone and you have no one.
"Hey nitro." You rolled your eyes, looking up from the empty paper. "I told you. Stop calling me nitroglycerin man, it cringe and ugly as hell."
He cracked his neck, pulling out the chair beside you to take a seat. "Shouldn't you be in a lab somewhere making love to the chemicals and those excruciating formulas?"
He gave you a look of almost pure disbelief. "Never in my 20 years of living, did I ever expect to here someone sexualizing science. Something is seriously wrong with you. You need to stop reading or watching whatever it is that you're watching."
You took a sip of the latte. "Then I'd be just as boring and annoying as you." He scoffed, "you already have both of those checked off." Before you could curse him out he started speaking again. "Anyways, what are you doing with this paper? Another assignment?"
Your eyes trailed off from his down to the paper. "Sort of…" Your voice was quieter than before.
You both sat in silence as Senku watched you stare at the blank paper with a troubled look on your face.
He propped his elbow up on the table to hold the weight of his face as he continued to stare, wondering what's got that violent hot head so somber and quiet.
"Hey," his voice was soft. The back of his index and middle fingers tapped against your soft cheek. "What's wrong."
You pursed your lips, crossing your arms. "I just don't get it." You glared at the blank piece of paper. "Do I have, 'cheat on me or waste my time' written on my forehead?"
Erm, actually...
Academic rival!Senku x gn!Reader
note: Academic rival Senkuu save me from this writing block!!! Academic rival Senkuu you're my only hope! I hope I didn't write him too ooc.
「 To Know You is to Love You 」
word count: 2,229
warnings/tags: angst with a happy ending, fem!reader, ooc, miscommunication, overthinking, emotional distance, psychoanalysis as a defense mechanism, pre-war tension (specifically the Tsukasa War arc), temporary teparation, holding hands while crying by a river
character(s): senku ishigami
>og ask<
You didn’t need a microscope to read Senku Ishigami. You just needed to pay attention.
While the rest of the school saw a manic, abrasive science freak who spoke in rapid-fire percentages, you saw the tiny shifts. You noticed the way his left shoulder dropped by a fraction of an inch when a chemical reaction didn’t yield the expected rate. You noticed how he only ever drank his canned coffee at room temperature because hot liquids slowed down his talking speed.
BUILT FOR TWO!
PAIRING: Senku Ishigami x Reader
SUMMARY: College AU! Byakuya buys an embarrassing gift for Senku in the hope that he'll finally form a friendship with their neighbor: a two-person bike.
WORD COUNT: 2,917
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Read on Ao3 here! This was originally written for a friend, and it's been sitting in my Google Drive ever since. I want to slowly dip my toes back into this fandom, though, so I thought I'd post it!
He can’t be serious. Even for him, this seems like a little too much. Senku stared blankly at Byakuya. “You’re kidding, right?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at his father as he narrowed his ruby eyes. “You didn’t buy this for me.”
“What? Of course I did!” Byakuya smiled widely, completely indifferent to his son’s cold tone as he circled around the bike. “That girl invites you to ride a bike with her to campus every day, so I thought it would be better if you two just rode one bike! Maybe now you won’t turn her down!”
Senku sighed. Byakuya, of course, was referring to their new neighbor who recently moved in. The family that moved in had one daughter his age who happened to be going to the same campus in the city that he was. “I have a bike already. Why did you buy this?”
