HIIII OMG I JUST READ UR SHIDOU FIC WHERE READER IS ANNOYED BC ITS NOT A DATE AND IT WAS SO SO GOOD. i love ur writing sm u got an automatic follow from me!! i saw u were out of ideas for the next part so let me try! what if in the next part we reach out first thanking shidou for the gift again and he invites us to his next game with better seats. we accept and bring our friend and even tho she’s a little jealous she’s so so happy for us. it could end with some post-match date that ends with a kissss. anyways ilysm
Shidou with a reader who hates his guts #3! ── .✦ not proofread!! Spare my soul ;( || pt 1 , pt. 2
11:28 PM.
Your room is dim, with the lamps that radiated a warm, yellow like colour. You've been sitting in your bed, replaying the events that occurred earlier today like a broken record.
Your mind flashes back to all sorts of things — Shidou's snarky remarks, him saving you from slipping in that puddle of water...
The trinket he gifted you.
Thinking about it, that may have been the first time you noticed he had done something visibly considerate that didn't benefit him in any sort of way.
Your mind ponders further, and you then begin to note that you somehow hadn't realized how sweet he had been throughout the entirety of your guy's time out.
Yes, his personality was obnoxious and you still disliked him, there was no denying that, but that doesn't mean he isn't worthy of respect when he deserves it.
You glanced at the trinket you were given. It was a necklace. You picked it up and glanced at your phone, which was lying on your nightstand, beside the gift bag which you picked the trinket from.
You should probably thank him again for giving you this.
But just as you were about to reach your phone, multiple thoughts began to flood your mind: isn't he sleeping at this hour? And if not, he's surely bound to be doing something important. He is a pro soccer player, and it would be really unfortunate if you wasted his time and fucked up the tight schedule you're assuming he has.
But as stated before, he deserves to have his consideration acknowledged.
Damn it, do you message him or not?
Meanwhile, Shidou on the other hand, lies wide awake in his bed, in a similar boat as you. His mind rapidly paces, trying to sort out his feelings for you.
His mind flashes back to all of your interactions: The first time you two met, your time out earlier today, and that sweet peck on the cheek.
He was convinced you cast a spell on him since the day he laid eyes on you, because he just can't stop thinking about you.
You were beautiful, and with a strong character to top it off as well. Just what more could one ask for?
He just can't afford to lose you. He'll prove that he's the only man for you, even if its the last thing he does.
Your kiss couldn't have meant nothing.
But in the midst of his thoughts, his phone vibrates. Shidou lazily turns and taps on his screen to be met with the bright, glowing light of his phone. Along with one new message.
From you.
Shidou shoots up from his bed quickly and scrambles to unlock his phone, eager to speak with you.
He's met with a message sent a minute ago:
"Hey, I know you're probably busy since you're a soccer player and all, but I wanted to thank you again for the gift. It meant a lot."
His fingers immediately begin typing hoping you haven't gotten off of your phone for the night yet.
"Don't mention it sweets. Just doin' what any man should be doing."
He waits for a response.
seen.
He continues to wait, hoping that you start typing, but that moment just doesn't come.
And so out of pure, pathetic desperation to keep talking to you, he continues the conversation.
"Say, you get home safe?"
And after a minute, you view the message.
"Yeah."
Could you be any more dry?
You on the other hand, are currently trying to fight off the sleepiness that builds inside you, forcing your eyes to stay open.
You've already said your thanks, and you're not keen on sacrificing your sleep schedule for him. With the remaining emergy you have left, you text him.
"I'm going to bed now."
Shidou stares at the message for a moment. Shit, he's losing you.
He looks up from his phone and sighs. That went rough.
Since the day he laid eyes on you during that game, he's felt this urge to chase you and have you all to himself. It really isn't easy wanting someone that hates you. If only you gave him a chance.
He stares at the wall in front of him and collects his thoughts, his gaze gradually dropping down the more he found himself lost in his mind, until his eyes dart down to a flyer that happened to be laying on his desk. One that regarded a game he was playing in.
His game.
Thats it!
He frantically unlocks his phone and begins typing:
"Yoo, sweets. I got somethin' for you ;)"
You're tucked in to bed by then, groaning at the notification disturbing you. You check your phone. 2 attachments.
"Ryusei, whats this??"
"Free first row tickets, so you could cheer me on."
"I'm fine, thanks."
"I gave two, so you could bring another person."
You paused there. That wouldn't sound so bad. Shidou won't bother you because he's busy playing his matches, and you get to lounge in the audience with a person of your choice.
"Okay, I'll see."
Shidou grins on the other end.
Jackpot.
The crowd is roaring with excitement once you get there, PXG fans from all over gathering around the stadium.
"You were texting with Shidou?!" Your friend gasps out. You chose to bring her, as she was openly a huge fan of Shidou, and your moral support.
"Relax!" You shoot back at her "I was just thanking him for gifting me this necklace!" You lift it up from your neck and show it to her.
"Shidou gave you a necklace?!"
"It was just when he forced me to go to the mall with him for cleats!" You desperately try to clear up her unspoken assumptions of your guy's status.
"You went shopping with Shidou?!"
"Theres nothing going on between us!" you whisper-yell, to which you realized that your attempt was un-successful, taking in the stares of other people through your peripheral vision in to account.
Before she could say anything, the crowd roars, an indicator that the match started. You both snap your heads to watch the game, but you still sensed the shock that radiated off of her.
You stared at the players, and their perfect chemistry. It was graceful, clean, smooth. You loved this playstyle.
Keyword: Loved
You couldn't help but drift off a bit in to space. There was no life to the playstyle. It needed more life, more energy, more explosion.
And as if it was on cue, an explosive shot is scored from across the other side of the pitch. Your eyes followed.
Shidou.
You could have sworn that you disliked his playstyle. You're not supposed to let yourself respect a ruthless and wild piece of shit like that.
Yet, the more you look, the more you realize how much better the team does once he springs in to action.
Score. Another goal from Shidou.
A screen from the top of the stadium fixes on him, and you take in his appearance.
His cheeks are flushed, and his chest heaves, with his entire body shining from hints of sweat.
And for the first time, you felt your cheeks flush looking at him, and an unfamiliar sensation bloom in your stomach.
The camera doesn't move. It stays fixed on him. Then his eyes catch it, and without missing a beat, he jogs over to the lens and mouths a set of words that steals the attention of every person in the stadium, including you.
"I love you, (name)!"
Your eyes widen, and an unfamiliar fire burns inside of your chest. Not exactly hate, but not necessarily any emotion you were willing to admit you had towards him.
And with his wicked grin, he sprints to the other side of the pitch within the blink of an eye, and dominates the ball completely. Dribbling past every defender ruthlessly, with a glint in his eye that was shining brighter than you had ever seen.
And score.
The buzzer goes off, and the crowd goes wild at the hat trick. But he doesn't pay any attention to them. Instead his eyes scan the audience, searching for you. And there, you met eye contact, the two of you looking at eachother with a raw emotion neither of you have openly expressed for one another before.
But good moments disappear just as fast as they appear, as interviewers swarmed him within minutes.
You hear a small huff from behind you. You recognized it belonging to your friend.
"I didn't do anything I swear." You raise up your hands to defend yourself and turn around. However, instead of being met with a scowl, your eyes rest upon her smirking.
"Relax, you act like I'm posessive. You never told me you and that demon were in love." She crosses her arms, shooting you an amused look.
"...You're not mad."
"Of course not. I just wish you told me. You could have forced him to give me hair dye"
It's silent for a moment, before you both burst out in to laughter, the tension between you guys lifting.
"Hey, I'm pretty sure he's coming towards you." She points behind you, and you turn around to be met with Shidou sprinting at you with full speed.
"Ryusei!" You call out in surprise "You guys won!"
Now you were expecting anything else. Maybe that he would high five you, or that he would hug you
But what you weren't expecting was his hands cupping your face, and pressing his lips on to yours with enthusiasm.
In front of everyone.
"what the hell?!" You push him away, face beet red.
He shoots his signature wicked grin and chuckles "I won for ya'!"
"You're such a bastard." You glare daggers in to his eyes, and without thinking, you tug on the neckline of his jersey and pull him in for a kiss, to which Shidou leans in to.
A whistle is heard from beside you. Your heads both snap to the source of the noise, to be met with Karasu looking over at you two in amusement.
"Yo, devil, didn't know ya' had a girl."
You get defensive immediately "we're not-"
"That's what I said!" Your friend cuts you off. "She claims to hate his guts but they're literally making out!"
Your face flushes even more than it already has "It was..a celebration..?"
Both Karasu and your friend shoot you an unimpressed, yet amused look, before speaking at the same time. "People don't really begin to make out when celebrating."
Those two have..unexpected chemistry? It seems as you weren't the only one who picked up on that either, as the two of them exchange surpised glances, a faint blush creeping on the cheeks of both of them, yet playing it off with a chuckle.
"Me? Oh, yeah! For sure. Hey, (name), I'm gonna get going now, but congrats on your relationship!" She plants a kiss on your cheek, to which you look at her with utter confusion.
"You just kissed my cheek."
"Because I'm happy."
"But you just said-"
"Gotta go I love you bye mwah!"
You watch her trot away with Karasu, smiling and waving to the two of you.
"...What just happened..?"
Shidou walks to your side, giggling like a maniac.
"No idea! But hey, we could be like them too, y'know. Maybe even more."
"Absolutely not."
"But we kissed. Does that mean ya' like me-"
"Absolutely not."
You pick up your bag, getting ready to leave, until you pause. "...But you're not as bad as I thought." You mumble before going back to whatever you were doing.
Shidous eyes widen. He opened his mouth to say something, but you were already out the door.
He lets out a soft chuckle.
Think all you want right now, but he'll have a wedding ring on your finger one way or another!
Ok guys I might have to make this the last part otherwise the hater part is gonna disappear and my work quality is gonna butcher 😢
"Oh my gosh! These are so good! Did you make them?!" You cheer as you shove another pastry in your mouth.
The two of you were sitting down on a bench in a park, trying some sweets Isagi brought.
He lets out a light laugh, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks. "Oh, no! My mom made them. She was trying out a new recipe, and I figured I would have them with you."
You beam with happiness as you listen to him. "Your moms amazing! You have to let me thank her sometime."
But as soon as Isagi was about to open up his mouth, he hears a familiar voice from behind him."
"Tch. Lukewarm."
Both of your eyes traced the source of the voice, to which you saw Rin, holding a box of his own share of pastries.
"Hi Rin! What are you doing here?" You wave, voice laced with enthusiasm.
Rin's eyes meet yours. "I was passing by."
Isagi stiffens at the sight of you two interacting. "Well, its nice t-"
"Shut up. Don't talk to me, you npc."
Isagi opens his mouth to say something. Then closes it.
Theres a silence between the three of you for a brief moment, before Rin's gaze falls on you, happily enjoying the last of your pastry.
"Do you like pastries?" He questions, his tone flat like normal.
"Love 'em!"
Isagi cuts into the conversation, a hint of jealousy seeping through his voice. "They especially love the ones my mom mak-"
Plop.
Rin takes an eclair from his box and puts it in to your mouth, ultimately hand feeding it to you.
The colour drains from Isagi's face, and it takes all his power to not allow his jaw to drop to the floor.
Rin watches as you eat the last of the pastry from his hand, mumbling something about making a mess.
"They're so good! Where'd you get them?"
"I made them."
Isagi swears that you've never looked at someone with more adoration than you did with Rin at that moment.
Desperate to recieve your full undivided attention once more, Isagi takes your chin in his hand and turns it so its facing you, a competitive grin plastered on his face.
"Shame on you Rin, everyone knows you should never put food in someones mouth without a heads up first."
Isagi takes a profiterole and holds it against your lips, to which you open your mouth and accept happily, munching on yet another delicious pastry. He shoots Rin a cocky look. He huffs out of irritation.
Rin looks like he's about to give up, taking his eclair and sinking his teeth halfway through it, watching you chew.
Isagi huffs, about to open his mouth and make a snarky comment, until all of his pride collapses before him.
The moment you swallowed, Rin's mouth was on yours, feeding the eclair to you once more.
With his mouth.
Isagi's soul leaves his body completely.
He stares in horror at the interaction. How Rin tastes you, how when he pulls back, the visible string of saliva that connected the two of you drips down, how it all looked so natural to him.
He frantically searches for the right words, his gaze darting between you and Rin.
"Ch....Cheater!" He accuses the teal haired boy.
"Huh? Not my fault your game is half-baked."
And with that, Rin moves along, walking away. Leaving you with a frozen Isagi, whilst he listens to the faint sounds of you trying to snap him back to life.
Thinking about Itoshi Rin who ends up making their s/o cry!
Itoshi Rin wasn't particularly one for emotions, and you knew that.
He wasn't sure how to lay things out softly, even if he really wanted to.
But knowing that didn't stop his words from hurting you.
You've been arguing for the past 15 minutes, going about how he's been neglecting you a bit for soccer.
"God, why won't you just understand that all I want is just some of your time, Rin?" Your voice was filled with frustration.
"I'm not gonna drop everything just for you. It's not all about you." Rin replied with his usual deadpan voice, yet there was a tiny frown on his face, like he too was getting tired of this argument.
"I'm not saying that! I'm asking for you to acknowledge me! You leave in the morning without saying goodbye, you're out the entire day, and by the time you get home, you eat dinner quickly and go straight to bed!" Your throat was beginning to tighten.
"You're so clingy. You're weighing me down." Was all he said.
".....huh?...." You quietly managed to squeak out. Most people would have to strain to be able to hear it.
"You nag at me too much, give me some space goddammit."
"But well-...I'm just trying to keep our relationship aliv-"
And then your voice cracked. It cracked and you looked down, holding your throat as if you were trying to force it to untighten.
Rin's frown was immediately wiped off of his face.
"...(name)?"
You didn't respond. So Rin stepped closer.
"(Name), answer." His voice grew slightly softer, as he reached out to rest his hand in your shoulder.
Then it came.
Your eyes began to blur, and your voice cracked more and you continued to try and speak.
"I'm- it's just...! I'm really not trying to be cling- oh god."
You broke down in tears uncontrollably, your breathing grew fast and unsteady, and Rin?
A deep sense of guilt immediately bloomed in his chest.
With urgency, he immediately pulled you into his chest, hand resting on the back of your head.
"..I...didn't mean it. Sorry."
"I know, but I just-...!"
"Stop talking, you need to calm down first." Rin's tone was soft and soothing now, his hand resting on your head, while the other hand was placed on your lower back, with his thumb running in circles.
It's been a while since you've been cared for by Rin like this. Being held tight and consoled by the warm touch of his body.
He's giving you exactly what you craved for right now. Not because you begged for his attention, but because it was his first instinct to run and console you. It's built inside of him to run to your safety, whether he liked it or not.
Rin finally spoke after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "...You okay now?"
You sniffled "Yeah."
And for once, he let out that rare, soft smile. "...That's good."
It went quiet for a moment, then he continued. "I didn't mean anything I said by the way. I'm sorry."
You let out a breathy chuckle. "I know, you said that before."
"Well I wanted to tell you again."
You grinned. "It's fine now. Buut..."
"But?"
"Maybe I'll consider really forgiving you if you go do the dishes."
"...Yes ma'am..." He sighs before dragging his feet to the kitchen.
"And you're sleeping on the couch tonight."
"What?!" Rins turns back to you so fast that you could almost be surprised that he didn't get dizzy.
"Get to washing those dishes, Rin. Now."
He turns back with a groan and silently mopes for the rest of the night.
A/N: YES ITS A REPOST TUMBLR PLEASE LET THE WORLD SEE RHIS PLEASEPALEASE THIRD TIMES THE CHARM PLEAPSLEPASE AM I SHADOWBANNED ☹
GOOD LORD I NEED MORE OF SHIDOU AND HIS STUNNING HATER 😍😍
maybe where they go on a reluctant hangout where shidou keeps calling it a date and teasing us??
THNAKS FOR CONSIDERING!! MWAHH 😚😚
Shidou with a hater pt.2 .ᐟ ── .✦ (pt.1 here!)
'Hey, Ryusei.'
You stared down at the words you typed out. Why did you just text him?
You found him obnoxious, yet you took the time to open your contacts and reach out to him. You didn't want to really hear from him either. Maybe you should just delete the message?
But before you could do so, you noticed that Shidou had already seen your text, and began typing out a reply.
"Hey, hot stuff."
So maybe that's how you ended up here: In a huge mall against your will, currently waiting for Shidou like you have for the past 10 minutes.
If he were any later, you would have grabbed your things and left. But instead, you hear a voice call out from behind you.
"Hey, hot stuff! Miss me?"
You turn around and see Shidou, with that familiar shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
You shot him an irritated look. "You're ten minutes late."
That didn't seem to faze him. Because rather than stating an apology, or an "I lost track of time.", you were met with a pathetic and bold "I know." Followed by a confident puff of his chest.
"You're not even gonna show an ounce of guilt?" You questioned as you cocked up an eyebrow.
He smirked "Nah, it was for a good cause. Being all dressed for our date of course."
"You're such a—wait what?" You stopped in your tracks, taking an extra moment to process what he just said.
"Yeah, a date. Something romantic that happens between two people in love." He was enjoying this way too much.
Straightening your back and clearing your throat, you reply. "It's not a date, or nor am I in love with you. I'm only here because you asked me to shop for cleats with you, otherwise you'd tell your entire team about me."
"Keep telling yourself that sweets." He replied before walking away, urging you to follow him.
Throughout the majority of the event, you paid nearly no attention to Shidou. Standing with your purse hooked over your arm, observing your surroundings and the different cleats, and occasionally giving an opinion when Shidou pestered you to help choose one pair out of two when he couldn't decide.
But Shidou on the other hand, had his mind all on you.
He did only bring you out to spend some time with you, but never thought that far ahead as to what you guys were gonna do there to ensure you both have fun. He was losing his patience already. Why couldn't you just like him? He can't be that obnoxious.
Standing up, he stretches, arms placed on his lower back with a soft groan. "I got my pair. Let's go eat somethin'!"
He turned to you, only to find that you were looking the other way, particularly on some trinket displayed on the showcase of the gift shop located across from where you were.
Huh, interesting.
"(Name)!" Shidou calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, about time. You spent around an hour." You mumble under your breath, watching Shidou pay.
The walk to the food court was filled with an awkward silence. You didn't speak, nor did you even dare to breathe too loudly. Cautious that if you do, it might set him off to start speaking to you.
But that was short lived, as you focused so hard on attempting to not do certain things, that you didn't realize that you walked past a 'Wet Floor' sign, slipping immediately on a puddle of water.
A pair of hands stop you before you crash to the ground however, gripping your waist go hold you steady, before pressing the entire back of your torso against his chest.
"What would you do without me?" A snarky voice comes from the folk that held you.
Shidou.
You didn't even have to turn your head to know about the wicked smirk plastered on his face.
"This is the closest I've ever been to you!" He pulls you in closer.
"You can let go of me now, you know." You replied.
"Come on, isn't this romantic? Me saving you, us hugging on a date..."
"Not a date." You speak sharply. "Let go of me."
This time, he complies. When you're finally set free, you dust off your clothing and turn to him. It's subtle, but his eyes soften in an unfamiliar way when you look at him. Or atleast, unfamiliar for him.
"Let's go, Ryusei." You grab his wrist to drag him, trying to brush off the embarrassment of slipping in public.
By the time you reach the food court, you both seem to have cooled off a tad bit.
You follow Shidou to one of the shops, watching as he orders. He orders 2 dishes, handing one to you.
"What's this?" You question.
"It's good! Try it. Or do ya' want me to spoon feed you?" He snickers, trotting over to an empty table to set his food down, with you following behind.
"I can feed myself." You reply while taking a seat across from him, before digging into your meal.
But you sensed how his eyes remained on you even though you had your entire body immersing in the meal you feasted on.
"Hm?" You looked up. "What is it? If you have something to say, spit it out. Quit staring."
Shidou hums in response. "Mmm nothin'. Just thinking about how lucky I am to be on a date with the girl of my dreams."
You choke on your food. "This is our second time seeing eachother."
"But ya' didn't deny it was a date. Cause you're finally realizing it is, aren't ya'?!"
Again with the irritating ramble about this being a date. "...Sure. "
It goes dead silent. Shidou's eyes widen and his grin grows wider than you have ever seen. "....You're actually admitting it."
"Well, yeah because you won't stop talking about it and I just needed to get you to shu-"
"It's a date!" Shidou hollers, his voice blasting through the entire food court, gaining weird stares from the people around both.
You curl in on yourself from the humiliation. "Shut up! You're so loud..."
"I'm so gonna kiss you." The blonde jumps up from his seat, leaning towards you.
"Lay a finger on me non-consensually and I will report you."
You're at the train station now. With your train set to arrive any time now.
"Thanks for walking me here." You say to Shidou.
"Can't let a pretty thing like you to get hurt by another man." Shidou smirks.
A ding goes off and your train arrives. But once you begin walking towards it, he grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
"What is it? My trains here."
Shidou doesn't reply. Instead, he hold out a gift bag. One from the shop you were looking at earlier.
You take it, rummaging through the bag to see what was inside. "What's this?"
"You were lookin' at it earlier, so I figured you might want it. So I just brought it for ya'." Shidou shrugs.
"Oh my god, thank you." You look up at him with a sort of happiness he would have never thought he'd see from you directed towards him.
Shidou smirks "It's nothin-" He feels soft lips peck his cheek. You just kissed his cheek.
He freezes.
You hurriedly run inside the train, waving goodbye to him as the doors shut, and the train gets moving.
Shidou's left there, beet red, heart pounding, and unable to form a proper sentence. His fingers absent-mindedly brush the exact spot your lips rested on.
His mouth opens, then closes. Then, after a moment, he uttered his words:
"I'm in love."
"....Holy shit, I'm in love."
A/N: My sister saw this and called you cute (•̀ᴗ•́ )و
Thinking about Shidou meeting a hater...but then getting blinded by your lethal face card? ── .✦ not proofread, somewhat ooc! Shidou (?)
You were at a game with your friend. One that you weren't very enthusiastic about seeing at that.
You wouldn't say you hated soccer—you found it entertaining, actually. But this particular game that she dragged you to...not so much.
This one guy was ruining it. With his booming personality taking over the field in the worst way possible.
"Why are you so keen on watching this?" You ask once she catches you glancing at her.
"Because of this one guy. I heard that there was a chance that he might in here." She responds.
Huh? For a guy?
"Who?"
And then she points.
#13. Shidou.
The same obnoxious bastard that was preventing you from enjoying the match.
You were about to criticize her taste, but catch a glimpse of the time. The game was almost over, so it wasn't like you were going to deal with seeing his aggressive and odd play again after this. So you leaned in attempts to get a closer look at him.
Spiked blonde hair with pink highlights. He had some wild appearance too. Wonder what his face looked like when he wasn't out barking up nonsense. But he's quiet now, so if he could just turn around-
Buzz! The blare goes off, signaling the end of the game.
Dammit, you didn't get to see him. You hated when you couldn't satisfy your curiosity.
"[Name]? Let's go." You followed your friend, listening to her mumble something about how the team she was rooting for didn't win.
You two ended up in the parking lot, walking towards her car. You've been out for definitely more than an hour or two, you guess based off of how dark it is outside now.
Have you even stopped to refresh?
You turn to your friend and point to the building. "I'm going back inside to use the bathroom. People are most likely on their way home now, so it won't be as crowded."
She grins in reply. "Get me an autograph if you bump into any players!"
You scoff and turn away.
The place felt so odd when it wasn't crowded. You felt less irritated due to the lack of shoving, but more stressed since you had nobody to follow to the exit.
Shit. You were lost. Okay, no big deal. You'll just ask someone.
You looked around. People seemed as if they were in a rush to leave, or exhausted, leaving you with the feeling of not wanting to disturb them any further. So you kept walking and searching.
More exhausted people, more people that didn't seem to want to be disturbed. God, why couldn't you just find someone to ask?
The worry of not being able to leave begins to cloud your sense, as you didn't even realize that you were about to walk straight into someone. Or atleast not until it was too late.
Bump. You bounce off of a person's back.
Your body stiffens, and you glance up without physically moving your head, ready to apologize. But then you notice it.
#13. Shidou. Blonde hair. You've got to be kidding.
"Ha! You've got to watch where you're going more. Lost?" His snarky tone seems to piss you off without even trying, it seems.
You didn't want to deal with him.
"I was trying to find the exit." You state firmly, attempting to use your tone to indicate that you didn't want to speak with him for very long.
He snorts, then grins wide. "Well I hate to tell you this, but you're nowhere near it."
Very helpful.
"Then how about you actually be helpful and tell me where it is?" You didn't mean for it to come out so rude, you really didn't. But you couldn't help how he got on your nerves so easily.
His fists clenched. He was staring down at you now. "Y'know who you're talkin' to?"
Yeah no you didn't even wanna try acting nice anymore. He pissed you off good.
"Number thirteen Shidou. Fun fact, your play prevented me from enjoying the game."
His knuckles were white. You swear he's about to beat you up any moment now, but you weren't about to lie to his face and feed his ego.
"Ya' wanna go, princess? Big talk for someone who hasn't even looked me in the eye yet."
He's right. You really haven't looked at him.
So you raise up and finally take in his appearance. Tanned with black eyeliner. You guess you shouldn't be surprised that he'd also look wild on the front too.
However, you were more confused on how red is face was, and how quiet he's gotten since you looked up. Was he okay?
But no, Shidou was infact, not okay.
You were stunning. Dare he says the most stunning person he's ever seen. Stunning enough to knock the snarky attitude and the words he wanted to say out of him.
He didn't want to let go of you now.
So with a racing heart and sweaty palms, he speaks once more.
"Ya' know, you won't be able to get outta here alone if I just explain it with words, you'll forget. How 'bout I take you out myself?"
You held back a grimace from the way he worded it.
"You sound like you're trying to hit on me."
"And what if I am?"
This time you visibly grimaced.
You rummage through your purse, and find a receipt and a pen. You hand it to him.
"Here, just write down the directions."
Shidou takes the pen and paper with a scoff. "Playin' hard to get, huh?"
"Just write it down, Shidou."
"Ryusei." He says almost immediately.
"Huh?"
"Call me Ryusei."
Oh he's pathetic pathetic.
Finishing writing down whatever he needed to, he folds up the paper and hands it to you.
"Hey, what's ya' name anyway?"
"Huh? Oh, it's (name). Why?"
"See ya' around, (name)."
"Huh? What does that mea-"
But he began walking away before you could finish asking your question. But at least he was gone now, allowing you to get going on your way out.
However, once you opened up the neatly folded paper he had given you, you had quickly realized why he had said what he did.
Along with the directions, he had written down his phone number and autograph. Oh, he was amusing.
Finding your way out of the building that you struggled to navigate, you let out a small sigh of relief once you met your friend in her car again.
"Took you a while." She grinned.
"Got lost." You replied, while tearing off a piece of the paper you had and handing it to her. "Also, I got this for you."
She takes it with confusion written all over her face, but after inspecting it, the emotion was quickly replaced with surprise.
"You...you got an autograph?! From Shidou?!"
Her utter shock sent you cackling. "Yeah, maybe a bit more."
She was out of her seat, crawling towards you now. "What does that mean?! You have to tell me!"
"I'll tell you on the way! Let's just get going now!" You yell out in attempts to get her of you. Which surprisingly did work.
The car started, and you two were on your way now. She was the first one to break the silence.
"So, how was he?"
You pause for a moment, then reply. "He was wild."
Wild; that was fitting. But maybe you could probably tolerate wild now, thanks to Shidou.
You pull out your phone, open your contacts, and then begin typing.
"Hey, Ryusei."
A/N: okay shut it this is corny I know but I just needed to let it out I'm cool I swear 😞
Getting caught drawing them! ── .✦ ft. Itoshi Rin & Bachira Meguru !!
Bachira Meguru:
You were sitting on the bleachers, watching Bachira show off some tricks, since he thought that today he would teach you some since he was bored.
Alongside this, you also carried a sketchbook. Bachira was used to it, however. He's always seeing you with a sketchbook, since he knew you drew a bunch.
Bachira shows off a few tricks, kicking the ball over his head from the back, before sticking his foot out infront of himself and receiving it.
"Did ya' see that?!" Bachira exclaims. Turning to you.
But once his gaze fell on you, he saw that you had your head buried inside your sketchbook again, most likely doodling whatever you saw near you.
"(Name)!" Bachira shouts, which catches your attention, finally lifting your head up.
"You're drawing again?" He pouts.
You could almost giggle at how adorable he was. "I swear I was paying attention to you though."
He walks up to you, completely abandoning the soccer ball. "You're always drawing something. Let me see."
But you move the drawing away of his view.
That's weird.
"Why are you hidin' it from me? I wanna see!" Bachira lunges forward, eager to see whatever is was that you were hiding from him.
However, you didn't give in. You hold the sketchbook away from him, making sure he doesn't even have a chance to grab it.
"C'mon (name)! Just let me take a peek!" With a swift movement, he whacks the sketchbook out of both of your guy's reach. It now lays open just a metre away from the two of you.
Shoot. You scramble to go get it, but unfortunately, Bachira's faster
He grabs it and pushes you away with his foot to prevent you from getting up and grabbing your sketchbook away from him. As he looked at the paper, he was half expecting to find something weird, or a drawing you might have found bad.
But no.
It was a drawing of him.
Him out of all people.
His eyes widen, glistening with awe at how well it was sketched out. "Why would you hide something so pretty from me?" He turns to you.
You were caught off guard.
He seriously liked your drawing?
"Well, I didn't like the sketch so I was gonna erase it." You replied.
Bachira looks at you dead in the eye like what you said offended him in multiple ways. "Don't ever erase this! I love it!" He cries out, which earns a chuckle from you.
He walks back to you and hands the sketchbook back. "You should draw me more! Just a thought."
Let's just say, from then on, your sketchbook has been filled with pictures of him.
Itoshi Rin:
You swore it was just something you did when you were bored.
You were stuck in your god awful class, listening to your teacher ramble on about something that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. You ran out of things to ponder about, and you ran out of things to draw in your notebook.The restlessness was beginning to get to you now that you were no longer occupied.
It's okay, just 10 more minutes left of class. There's got to be something you could do quietly to pass the time.
You glance around, observing the people around you. Whether it was their posture, or if they were actually paying attention to the lesson or not, you just took note of it all since it meant that it would keep you busy.
Glancing around the room, you take note of more people, when your eyes fall on the person seated next to you.
Itoshi Rin.
While you didn't see him on a regular basis, you couldn't deny that he was attractive.
Especially in this light.
The gold sunlight from the window was shining behind him, outlining his figure with a soft glow, and allowing his eyes to sparkle.
It couldn't hurt to draw this in your notebook, right?
Carefully sneaking side glances from time to time, you used him as a reference to get your drawing down. You couldn't help but think about how fun he was to draw somehow. He had features that allowed you to move your hand freely, and in a way that pleased you.
With the final touches finally being added, you finished your sketch of him. Not bad.
You should probably rip it out and keep it somewhere safe. Maybe your bag.
The bell goes off and you watch as everyone scrams to get out of the classroom, including yourself.
But once you get up and tuck in your chair, you trip over a pair of feet, which sends you and the papers in your unzipped bag crashing.
Great. All your papers were scattered everywhere.
Getting on to your knees, you're hastily picking up your notebooks to get up and get in with your day quicker, along with trying to save some embarrassment, when someone behinds you taps you with what felt like a stack of papers.
"You dropped these." A familiar voice called out. Quickly you realized who that voice belonged to.
Itoshi Rin.
"Huh? Oh yeah thanks, sorry." You replied a little too quickly, but normal enough for him not to call you out.
"Tch." Was all he said in response.
Getting all of your papers back took less time than you thought with Rin. If it was just you, it might have taken much longer. You'd scramble to pick them up so you could rush out the door, and later realize that you had left a few important papers, and deal with trying to avoid getting scolded by your teacher.
But this was nice. You had someone helping you, and although you two hardly made conversation in the process, the silence between the two of you was oddly comforting, rather than awkward.
A majority of the papers were picked up by now. You pick up the remaining sheets and stand up, packing them in your bag.
"Thanks again, Rin." You say with a soft smile.
He doesn't say anything, but you can tell he acknowledged your gratitude.
As you were about to leave, you catch a glimpse of an unfolded piece of paper, and it seems like Rin caught sight of it too, judging by how he began leaning towards it to pick it up.
"Oh, I think I forgot that one." You let out breathy chuckle, turning back to him and the paper.
Now, you don't know if it was a curse, bad luck, or simply just you having a brain that processes what they see embarrassingly slow. But when the screws finally clicked, you could only do nothing but watch in horror as you realize that the one paper you missed, was the paper with the drawing of him.
"Wait—Rin!" You call out. But it was too late.
Rin had already picked up and began observing the drawing while he stood up.
A moment of silence passes.
Then another moment.
And another.
Please say something. Stop staring at the drawing and say something.
"Um...Rin..?" You finally break the silence.
But Rin doesn't respond. Not after a full minute.
"Tch. Lukewarm." Was all he said.
But the tips of his ears were red. Too red.
He shoves the paper in your chest and walks out quickly. Because if he stayed any longer, he would be sure that you could hear his heart practically beating your name in morse code.
He rushes off to the bathroom, where he splashes his face with cold water, but it doesn't help. Whenever he thinks of your drawing, his face goes red again.
How annoying.
Out of all things you could have done, why draw him? Why make him come to the realization that someone like you took the time to observe his appearance to keep on a piece of paper.
It drove him crazy
And drove him to wrap himself around your finger without even realizing it.
A/N: Hii I'm posting rhis half asleep with my phone at 5 percent so forgive me if this appears rushed bc it is 💔
Itoshi Sae x reader ── .✦ arguments, comfort, not proof read
Itoshi Sae, who watches you storm out of the house late at night without a jacket after a heated argument.
Itoshi Sae, who brushes it off at first. Thinking "They'll come back. They're being dramatic."
Itoshi Sae, who genuinely begins to worry when the seconds turn into minutes, and begins to panic once the minutes turn into hours.
Itoshi Sae, who finally can't take it anymore, and grabs his keys and jacket to go search for you. With horrible things running through his mind, such as "it's freezing out and they're alone outside without a jacket." Or "What if they were attacked by someone?", he begins to forget completely about the heated argument between the two of you and now just has his mind set on making sure you're safe in his arms again.
Itoshi Sae, who finds you on a bench, curling in on yourself in hopes that you'll warm yourself up at least a little bit. He runs to you immediately, taking off his coat and putting it over you, as he carefully puts his hand on your shoulder and shakes you gently so he won't startle you when he catches your attention.
Itoshi Sae, who finally manages to get you home, making tea for you, and warming you up with multiple blankets and cuddles.
Itoshi Sae, who finds himself apologizing for what went on during the argument, and promises that he'll make it up to you one way or another. He doesn't ever want this situation to ever occur again, because he never knows if it'll end up being his last interaction with you.
A/N: Hi chat I'm posting this at 1 AM hopefully I don't regret it trust ❤️🩹
I'm terrified of the thought of writing a fic that I came up with but then realize that someone else infact thought of that and posted about it before me and so everyone would think I'm an unoriginal copycat.
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