a/n: this is based on the song-i cant say bye no more- by smoovlee
this is my debut fic! constructive critisism appreciated.
'wham' the sound of the ball hitting the bar resounded around the stadium for about the thirtieth time that hour. mischievous giggles could be perceived from three of his teammates on the bleachers. rin decided to ignore them, as always.
he readied himself for another shot when an arm latched tightly to his neck "oh my fucking-"
"eyyyy, my buddy rin! whazup! seems like you're having a bit of trouble here. you might want something to loosen up a lil"
"what gave you that ide-" the player often referred to as cockroach didn't let him finish and slammed a slip of paper into his hand before taking off.
"that damned overused barbie doll" rin cursed before glancing at the note .
"a number?" he muttered, staring at the paper for a few more seconds, before squeezing it and putting it into his pocket.
a click could be heard as rin unplugged his hairdryer. he sat in front of the vanity and let his mind wander.
from the horror film he watched last week to sae. from sae to football. from football to practice that afternoon. then, his thoughts landed on the piece of paper sitting a few centimetres away. he gave the object a sidelong glance before cringing and throwing the paper in the trash.
"fucking idiots" he muttered before slumping onto his bed.
rin frowned as he rose from the comfort of his bed, unable to sleep and harbouring a peculiar thought in mind.
'what are you doing? you're supposed to be sleeping right now. keep acting like this and you'll never surpass sae.' 'shut up'
he found himself picking up the paper again, it turns out it never landed in the bin.
'shut up', he scolded his inner voice 'a little entertainment won't hurt. ' his slender fingers raced the screen as he input the number into his contact list.
"hi"
and so the saga began.
two days later, a response came as he was doing his laundry
"who is this?"
"and how did you get my number?"
the text came as a surprise to rin, he had honestly forgotten about his impulsive decision.
"oh, a bedbug by the name of shido ryusei gave me your number"
"my name is rin itoshi"
rin cringed as he responded to the texts, sincerely regretting his previous actions. the pile of clothes before him had a similar expression, as if it was mocking his inner dilemma.
"i see"
"you can ignore the message if you feel uncomfortable"
"its fine i really don't mind"
"how are you doing?"
"i'm good i guess"
"that's good"
...... twenty minutes later.....
"hey um, this is really random, but what's your favourite colour?"
"i don't have one"
"you?"
"it's f/c"
"that's pretty"
"thanks"
"so..you mentioned that ryu gave you my number?'
"why?"
an awkward expression crept onto rin's face upon reading your text
he eventually told you the reason he had acquired your number, guiltily so.
"ykw im more pissed at ryusei for determining my worth to be nothing more than cheap sex"
"the real question is, do you see me the same way?"
"no"
"yeah that's what any guy would say"
as an apology, rin offers to owe you a favour that can be cashed in at any time.
"ykw i'll take it"
"so, tell me more about yourself?"
simple welfare checks soon gave way to the exchange of philosophical theories, and those in turn evolved into late-night calls and intimate conversations about what the other person thought about love.
"this is lwk a crazy question but if we met under different circumstances, would you consider me your type?"
an uncharacteristic flush decorated rin's face at your question
"if i said yes what would you do?"
he was gifted with an hour of radio silence
"i probably shouldn't have said that"
scratch that, two hours
"i really shouldn't have said that"
by the third hour, rin was considering deleting the message and claiming it a ruse.
"then do you mind if i cash in that favour?"
"dinner on friday?"
it was meant to be a random debut fic, but seeing as his birthday was near, i decided it would be both ❤ say happy birthday to my husband, guys. banner credit: @dollywons
