imagine volunteering at japan's u20 working a small job but unintentionally becoming friends with SAE ITOSHI... no, not having the usual equal respect and companionship, or expectant friends to lovers. you're the same age as his little brother, so he oddly treats you like a little sister. the weird thing? he's so nonchalant about it.
"excuse me, but they're confirming if you wanted a red or white zip up again..." twiddling with your fingers softly before pointing to your pushy bosses, you seem to be making good friends with the floor while speaking to a famous, pro-league, good-looking but mean soccer player (sae itoshi). your classmates were all practically screaming at how lucky you were to secure volunteer service in professional sports, in professional soccer. i mean, the card collecter boys in your class were practically feining, asking you for autographs and other stupid favours. maybe you could ask for a picture, yeah—you were definitely going to ask sae itoshi for a picture, but that thought was soon dispersed at the man's dismisive tone. "white is fine," the midfielder curtly replies, with a straight face and one hand planted on the side of his hip. "how old are you?" he looks down at you with the world's most unreadable gaze and ridiculously long lower lashes, "sixteen." you reply, finally facing him. "oh," sae dryly responds, that bored look in his eyes in never, "you're about the same age as my little brother."
oh!
"[name], come here." sae itoshi murmurs, laying flat on the floor in the middle of the training center, you look around the empty facility at five in the morning, confirming if he was even POSSIBLY speaking to you again. "yeah?" he tuts on the floor, lifting a muscled leg in your field of vision, "i need help stretching, pull on my leg."
your eyes scan hesitantly over the dangling cleat, before your hands lock around his ankle, attempting to pull and soothe his strange stretching, though definitely failing. why was the midfielder so heavy? he wasn't even trying to make this easier by at least slightly lifting himself. "you're bad at this, not even lukewarm." he'd say, though his tone didn't show any real frustation or intended offense. instead, cerulean eyes blow open when you pull a little too hard and hear something crack that most likely wasn't supposed to.
on other days, he'd pat your head and buy you a popsicle, two for the price of one was a better deal, anyway.
and on the day of japan's u20 verus blue lock's eleven, when RIN ITOSHI's piercing gaze catches the melting popsicle clutched in your hand and sae handing you a napkin, he freezes. his gaze softens in a way that doesn't melt away at the icy chambers of his heart, but instead softens and melts it wholly intead. that day, you were genuinely bewildered and confused that blue lock's number one gave you more dirty looks that day than any actual player on the field.
"your brother is scary," you mutter, causing the taller midfielder beside you perk up in interest. "he kept giving me death glares." sae rolls his eyes at the thought, "maybe he likes you, i dunno. he's in his rebillious phase." it truly made you, at your adolescent age, realise that sae itoshi's head was entirely hollow when not thinking about football. buuut, he buys you ice cream, so who really cares?
how easy it would be to forge itoshi rin’s signature.
“What’re you doing?”
Rin sat on your bed, his back pressed against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. Your dorm was decent, neat in some areas, and cluttered in others—nothing too bad to the point where it was concerning. The desk was stacked with books and loose papers, a mug of half-finished tea sat forgotten on the little kitchen counter, and the walls were decorated with a mix of posters that he remembered you saying that you liked, candid polaroids, and lots of memorabilia.
You sat cross-legged beside him, practically bouncing as you shoved your scrapbook into his lap, your excitement bubbling over like always. Rin had long since learned that when you got like this, there was no stopping you—only surviving.
Surviving meant just going with whatever it is that you wanted.
“You have to sign this page,” you said, pointing eagerly at a newly decorated spread.
“It’s for today, so I don’t forget it.”
Rin glanced down.
The page was filled with doodles—some of him, some of a soccer ball, and what seemed to be a very lopsided drawing of a goalpost. You’d also glued a small Polaroid of you two together from earlier, where you had ambushed him for a selfie after his practice.
Without a word, he picked up the pen (a glittery navy blue one, if he may add) you handed him and flipped to the empty space at the bottom of the page. He’d done this enough times that he didn’t need to think about it. With fluid, precise strokes, he wrote his full name: Itoshi Rin.
No embellishments, no fancy loops, just his name.
As soon as he finished, you leaned over to inspect it.
You blinked.
Then blinked again.
“That’s it?” you asked, tilting your head.
Rin frowned. “What?”
“I mean…” You pursed your lips, squinting at his handwriting like you were analyzing a piece of evidence. “Your signature is so simple. I could probably forge it.”
Rin immediately shot you a warning look, as if already giving you an internal monologue. “Don’t.”
“But it’s so easy,” you said, dragging out the last word as you grinned. “Like, I could totally get away with it.”
He sighed, running a hand down his face.
“Why would you want to?”
“Well,” you hummed, tapping your chin in exaggerated thought. “What if I need to sign something important on your behalf? Like, let’s say you’re too busy being a famous soccer player, and I need to approve some official documents for you.”
“You don’t.”
“But what if?” You smiled, leaning closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. “What if a brand deal needs your signature, and you’re not around, and the deadline is right now? I could save the day.”
“You’d get arrested for fraud.”
“Would I, though?” You poked his arm, and Rin shrugged with a quick, quiet sigh. “Because I’m pretty sure your manager would just be like, ‘Wow, what a responsible lover! Always taking care of Rin!’”
Rin’s face fell flat.
“No, they’d be like, ‘Wow, what a criminal. Get them arrested immediately.’”
You laughed, completely unbothered. “Okay, fine, I won’t forge your signature for business deals. But, hypothetically speaking, what if I had to? Like, say I get kidnapped—”
Rin groaned, already regretting engaging in this conversation.
“Why are you kidnapped now?”
“Because!” You gestured dramatically.
“Some rival team wants to use me as leverage against you. They tell me, ‘If Rin doesn’t throw his next match, we’ll make you disappear!’”
He let out a slow breath. “Then I’d just find you.”
“Oh?” You awed, tilting your head. “You’d come rescue me?”
Rin didn’t even hesitate.
Why would he?
“Obviously.”
For a brief moment, you paused, your playful demeanor faltering as you stared at him. Then, just as quickly, you shook off the thought and cheekily smiled.
“Okay, okay, new scenario,” you continued. “What if you get kidnapped—”
“Why am I getting kidnapped now?”
“Because you’re Rin Itoshi! Maybe some crazy fan takes you hostage, or a rival team wants to sabotage you, or, I don’t know, some billionaire wants to add you to their private collection of elite soccer players.”
“That’s not how people work.”
“Well, whatever the reason,” you said, waving a hand, “you’re held captive, and they demand that you sign a fake retirement letter so you can never play soccer again. But! You refuse because you’re stubborn, so they bring me in and tell me, ‘Forge his signature, or else!’”
Rin leaned his head back against the headboard, closing his eyes. He could feel you draping your legs over his, and he made no move to try to move them away. “I hate that you put this much thought into these things.”
“Come on, it’s fun.”
“No, it’s exhausting.”
“Well, since you refuse to make your signature harder to copy, you better hope no one actually tries to forge it.”
He cracked an eye open to give you a skeptical look. “Are you planning to?”
You gasped, placing a hand over your heart like he had just accused you of the worst crime imaginable. “Me? Your beloved? I would never commit fraud against you.”
Rin didn’t look convinced.
“Okay, okay,” you relented, leaning back against the pillows. “I won’t forge your signature. But you should really think about making it cooler. Maybe add a little flourish?”
“No.”
“An underline?”
“No.”
“A small soccer ball doodle at the end?”
“No.”
You pouted. “You have no fun.”
“And you have too much.”
You laughed again before turning your attention back to the scrapbook. Running a finger over his signature, you muttered, “Still, I bet I could copy it.”
Rin reached over and flicked your forehead.
“Ow!” You swatted at him, though there was no real force behind it.
He clicked his tongue, though softly. “Try it, and I’ll make sure you never get to hold my autograph again.”
You gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t!”
“Try me.”
You huffed before flopping onto your stomach, burying your face into the bed. “You’re so mean.”
“And you’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but you like me anyway.”
Rin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached for your scrapbook, flipping through the pages filled with their memories. His name was already scrawled across several of them, marking the proof of your time together.
“Next time,” you said, peeking at him, “I’m making you sign in cursive.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No.”
“Just wait and see, Rin. I’ll wear you down eventually.”
Rin exhaled slowly. If it were anyone else, he would have dismissed the idea entirely. But this was you. If there was one thing he had learned about you, it was that you were relentless.
itoshi rin x reader ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ established relationship ﾉ confessions :3 ﾉ repost
“This is where you wanted to go?” Rin couldn’t hide the suspicion in his voice even if he tried. When you said you had someplace you were dying to take him, he expected something along the lines of a restaurant or a park—not a photo booth.
You hum in confirmation with the nod of your head, an excited smile playing at your lips as you meet Rin’s teal eyes. They don’t reflect your enthusiasm. You knock your shoulder into his arm. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Can’t you just take some on your phone?” he asks, warily eyeing the machine. He’s never been big on pictures, but he would much prefer what he’s used to—the selfies you take before he has time to protest or the candids you snap when you think he isn’t looking. There seems to be another pro to your usual way of doing things, Rin thinks as he watches you insert coins into the booth. “And for free.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” you counter, carefully considering each background option and print layout before deciding on them. You glance up at him after finishing the selection prompts on the screen. “Plus, these give you physical copies. We don’t have any of those together.”
Rin doesn’t have time to ask what’s so much more significant about a print-out before your fingers wrap around his wrists and you tug him past the curtain and into the booth. The bright, white lights are nearly blinding; the illumination is enough to make Rin squint in an effort to escape it. He wonders if he’s being dramatic when you continue talking as though the lights aren’t blazing down on you.
“Four pictures and they’re timed so don’t freeze,” you explain to him, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. You know better than anyone that Rin is notorious for not posing for the camera. Even being aware that his best is likely an awkward peace sign, you’d appreciate the effort over nothing.
“No promises,” he replies with a blink. While his statement makes it sound like you’re likely to end up with a strip of photos of Rin stiffly standing idle, it makes you smile.
Because you have a plan that’s sure to elicit a reaction from him.
You tip your head up to Rin. “Ready?”
“Sure.”
Reaching forward, you tap the screen to start the photo-taking sequence. There’s a clear shot of you and Rin displayed before a timer counting down appears. Instinctively, you stick your index and middle fingers out behind Rin’s head to create the classic bunny ears pose. He quickly replicates the gesture, holding the V his fingers make just above your head. A flash overtakes the screen as you grin at Rin’s honest attempt to pose.
The timer restarts, and you scramble into your next stance. Your hand drops from the top of Rin’s head down to his chin, fingers coming together to squish his cheeks. The action causes his lips to pucker and you can’t help but snicker at the sight. Prompted by you, Rin’s arm reaches around your shoulder so that he can poke the plump of your cheek. Another flash signifies the end of the second photo.
“Here, lean down,” you request with a smile, beckoning him with your hand. Rin easily complies, bending at the knee so that he’s closer to your level. Your arms wrap around his waist as you turn to face him. Before you give him the chance to do the same, you let your lips press against the silkiness of his skin. The flash goes off once more.
Last one.
Unraveling your hands from his midsection, you cup the two of them together at Rin’s ear. Your heart thumps heavily against your chest, and you swear you can hear the rhythmic pulse in your ears. Who knew it could be so nerve-wracking to say words that you truly mean?
There’s a complex mix of excitement and fear coursing through your veins, but the click of the timer counting down helps you take the plunge off the deep end. Two seconds before the final flash, the string of words falls from your lips in an airy whisper. “I love you.”
You can just barely hear Rin’s breath catch in his throat as the machine snaps your last photo. Everything happened so quickly—your declaration, the picture, and now the aftermath.
The adrenaline you’re met with upon uttering the three words leaves you eager and scared—like you’re dropping from the peak of a roller coaster or coasting through the trees on a zipline. It builds into courage, urging you to meet Rin’s eye. If it weren’t for the slight intake of air you’d heard or the light pink dusting his cheeks, you’d question if Rin had caught your words. The subtle signs are confirmation enough, but you’re curious to see what the camera was able to capture in the moment.
“Let’s go see how they turned out.” You take Rin’s hand in yours, interlacing your fingers as you step out of the booth to examine the photos.
Rin quietly follows, silently wondering if he had concealed the surprise that took over his face at your declaration of love before the camera had time to act. His unspoken question is answered as he surveys each of the pictures lined up on the strip, eyes falling to the one at the very bottom.
He looks at you first, and the soft smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. There’s a sparkle in your eyes, one that Rin finds akin to adoration. He’s the subject of your gaze and, much to his embarrassment, the awe is visible in his expression—lips parted and eyes widened as though he’s in a state of disbelief.
Your giggle cuts through the air, effectively gaining Rin’s attention. You point to his figure in the photo before peering up at him with a grin. “You’re so cute.”
“You did that on purpose,” Rin says, not a question but a revelation. You’re a lot sneakier than you let on, he thinks, trying to ignore the growing warmth in his cheeks.
“I had to make sure at least one of these was authentic,” you admit, tapping the confirmation to print the sheets. You squeeze Rin’s hands with your next words, meeting his eye with that very same sparkle of adoration. “But I meant what I said.”
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feat. itoshi rin. fluff <3 short drabble. rin doesn’t greet you without flowers.
itoshi rin shows up at your house at exactly 9:38 pm — standing in all his glory — drenched in sweat and a mess of shattered breaths. you know he ran all the way here, which you can’t find the reason for when you check the time twice to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.
you would’ve said something like rin what the hell it’s so late or maybe just cross your arms and peer down at him with a look that says well? to what do I owe the pleasure except it’s only sarcasm.
you would say all that if the first thing he did as you opened the door wasn’t shoving the HUGE bouquet of flowers in your face.
you have no idea where this is going.
it takes 10 seconds for you to realise he’s not going to move from his spot unless you accept the flowers and get them out of your face.
“uhm... what?” is all you can say.
“flowers.” he replies. only now allowing himself to relax and lean against the wall.
“i can see that, but why now?” you bring your fingers to trace the petals. rin is aware of all your favorites, so you’re not surprised to find them sweetly tucked together.
in fact this isn’t the first time he’s given you flowers.
ever since three months ago at the start of your relationship, when you had mindlessly told him you’ve never been given flowers— rin had made it his life’s mission to bring you flowers every. single. day. it’s sometimes a bouquet of blooming colors, sometimes it’s just a small flower he could’ve found anywhere on the roadside.
rin doesn’t greet you without flowers.
“i was so busy with practice today, i couldn’t come earlier.” he says in a somewhat hurried tone, each word cut off by the next.
you think of the hurried text he’d sent you earlier — practice’ll drag out today. i can’t come. sorry. — it was simple, and you knew he was busy so you weren’t upset over it either.
“i thought you couldn’t come?”
“but i wanted to.”
that explains the impromptu visit past 9 pm, the disheveled hair and the beads of sweat collecting on his forehead saying he ran like there was no tomorrow.
“that’s okay rinnie. you give me flowers everyday. it’s okay if you were too busy.” your fingers trace the soft petals. rin holds his breath.
“no, it’s not. i give you flowers everyday. why should today be any different?”
a smile tugs at your lips. you feel giddy and warm. the thought that he’d rushed out of practice and took the time to get you a bouquet of your favourites just to come see you even though he must be exhausted — why he goes out of his way to make you feel special — it sort of steals your breath and make your heart ricochet like bullets in your ribcage.
so when you take your hand to brush his cheeks, the warmth lingering in your hands, rin takes a hold of it in a firm grip. his own hand resting on top of yours to keep it there.
his shoulders relax, “do you like them?” he asks, like always, eyes shining with a glimmer you only ever see around you.
“i love them.” you say, all your love for him and his flowers safely wrapped up in the syllables.
rin lets a small smile play at his lips, “...and?”
you laugh at this, knowing exactly what he means. “and i love you.”
“i love you too.” rin mirrors your laugh, a sputter of low breaths throughout the air.
🔖MDNI. 18 & over only. f!reader, muffling, rough sex, creampie
𝐑𝐈𝐍 couldn’t control himself. He couldn’t believe you’d send him a picture of yourself, wearing nothing but one of his jerseys. Now, he had you all sprawled on the floor of his hotel room just right behind the door. His urges pushed him unable to reach the bed anymore.
“S-seriously, here?” You questioned as his cock stirred your insides so impatiently. “You-you’re so needy,” you moaned.
“Needy?” Groaning, he pulled out. “Arn’t you the one who’s begging for this?” And he slammed back right in with full force your back arched in pleasure.
“W-Wait!” You clung onto his strong muscular arms as he quickened his pace. God, you felt so small around him and it’s arousing you even more that your pussy uncontrollably clenched his abusive shaft.
“Fuck! You’re so desperate. So desperate.” He chanted while he was ramming you so fast you couldn’t feel anything but his dick, his dick and nothing but his desperate dick. “So fucking desperate!”
He felt so hard and hot inside you and he’s practically searing your walls. You began shivering. You’re almost there. Almost there!
When a knock suddenly came to the door.
Your eyes widened and mouth agape. Y-You’re about to cum! You were gasping for air to suppress the sound, but with how Rin was fucking you, you’d be crying out loud.
“Housekeeping!”
His burly hand forcefully covered your mouth that had your cheeks squished in his grasp. Fuck it! He didn't care anymore! He didn't care if they would bust the door open. He must finish this. He must finish you! He groaned against your neck and drilled you fast. You thrashed underneath him, back arching as you came, while his cum spilled inside you.
Breathing heavily, Rin uncovered your mouth. His mind was muddled even more with how messed up you looked like because of him.
Brushing a hand over your sweaty forehead, he planted a kiss on it and whispered, “Let’s get you to bed.”
RIN, REO, NAGI, KUNIGAMI attempting to, almost, accidentally and finally kissing you (in no particular order, surprise!)
≡ NOTES ⋮ OMG! this is my blue lock sfw debut...I hope y'all can support me 🥺🫶
RIN
there you see her, sitting there across the way. She don't got alot to say, but there's something about her
He was seated in front of you in full concentration on the menu—brows knitted together, and lips pursed tight. His eyes intense on the booklet carefully studying which food you would both enjoy together.
Oh, you admired him like that. He looked so serious, so handsome.
You’re instantly in a daze and still couldn’t believe that you got a man like him to say ‘yes’ on a date with you.
“What do you want? I suggest we ord...” Rin trailed off as he noticed your pinned gaze on him. He felt a little nervous and his cheeks began heating up. Why were you looking at him like that?
Meanwhile, you weren’t even noticing that his focus was no longer on the menu, but already on you.
Rin looked back at you again, and he couldn’t help but get drawn into your eyes. They were so pretty...you were so pretty that he didn’t notice himself leaning forward to close to gap in between the two of you.
“Ma’am, sir, are you ready with your order?" The waiter interrupted, and Rin instantly pulled himself back to his seat. “Oh-ah, uhm I’m sorry. I’m sorry to interrupt you. I’ll just drop by again,” the waiter said.
You blinked twice realizing what could’ve happened. Was he really...Was he really gonna kiss you?
Rin has a hand covering the half of his face. His ears were red, and he was obviously flushed. He was half-pissed and half-embarrassed at the same time.
Now, he should better find another way to kiss you.
REO
yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do. It's possible she wants you too there is one way to ask her. It don't take a word not a single word
He was fresh out of bath and you instantly jumped to your feet, holding a towel. As his hired personal assistant during his games, you always made sure that you were doing your duty well especially when it’s Reo. You’ve been in awe with the guy ever since and it would totally make you happy to help him be successful as an athlete.
You approached him with the towel and patted him dry.
“Hey, I told you. You don’t have to do this,” he gently said.
Reo wanted to stop you, but he couldn’t. Not when he kinda’ wanted it too. Your hands...your caring touches on him. He gulped.
Were you not finding yourself awkward in front of a half-naked man? Was he not attractive enough? Well, maybe you got used to him...to this already that it didn’t bother you anymore.
But it bothered him. He’s bothered by you...by this...in all kinds of ways he couldn’t tell.
“Allow me to do my job, sir!” You said, not backing down.
“How many times did I tell you to drop the ‘sir’?” He had been attempting for months now to eliminate whatever gap you had between you two yet you’re so stubborn and still insisted on your formalities.
“That can’t do, sir.”
He took a sharp inhale and decided to put a stop to this. He held your wrist, which forced you to shift your gaze unto his undeniably attractive face. Your throat dried up. He looked dead serious, and he towered over you. Your heart was skipping a beat. But he’s your boss...
Reo was supposed to say something, but he found himself leaning closer to you instead. His breathing got stuck in his chest as he wanted to have a taste of those lips. Those lips that he wanted to shut up everytime you’d call him something he didn’t want to be in your life.
You were caught in the moment, clueless and lost on what was happening. Why were you feeling weak now? You didn’t wanna stop this, but you have to.
All of a sudden, a droplet of water fell from his hair to your nose. You were jolted and smacked the towel over his face in panic, acting like you were drying him up like usual.
You couldn’t believe it. You were about to kiss your boss!
While you were so lost in your thoughts, Reo already made up his mind. He took the towel from your grasp and threw it over your head, surprising you.
“S-Sir?”
Before you knew it, your eyes widened in disbelief as his lips were now pressed against yours.
He pulled away and pinched the tip of your nose. “I told you. Drop the sir.”
NAGI
shala- lala-lala my oh my looks like the boy's too shy ain't gonna kiss the girl
The pale-haired agreed to assist you in memorizing some terms that you had to bear in mind. He agreed because he’d just play video games while you were reviewing then he’d just listen to you talk and check if what you were saying was accurate. It was not much of a big deal, really. You’re best friends after all.
He was so wrapped up on his phone that when it was already game over, he noticed that you fell asleep.
“Oh, you’re cheating, huh?” He murmured. Curious to see what you were trying to memorize, he bent his head forward attempting to carefully slide the handout underneath your head, but instead he was met by the sight of you peacefully sleeping.
You had the other side of your face against the table and your cheek was squished adorably. His eyes sparkled and he didn’t know it. He also couldn’t understand why was watching you sleep so boring but entertaining for him at the same time.
Should he take a picture? Would you drool? Were your lashes always like that? Nagi’s fingers grazed lightly over the strands, and it tickled him a little. It felt light and loved the fuzzy feeling against his skin.
He also found your even breathing too soothing for him that he didn’t notice his head swaying back and forth as he was being lulled into sleep. His eyes were now triggering to close as his head dropped against yours.
Opening his eyes again, it seemed like certain minutes passed by. As he was coming down to consciousness, he felt something soft against his lips. Was it a pillow? Hmmm...He never felt anything like this before. He opened his eyes and saw yours. No, it wasn’t a pillow that’s soft against his lips, it was your...
Immediately, he straightened his back and blinked rapidly. Oh. Did you two really... He pondered as his heart drummed fast in his ear. Maybe he’d find out the truth if he’d try to actually do that consciously this time around.
Maybe?
He was on his way on dipping his head forward when you squinted and opened your eyes.
“N-Nagi?” You said in puzzlement, waking up with his face so close to yours. Sitting upright, you scratched your eyes still fresh from sleep. “W-What happened?”
“Uh...” Flustered, he looked away, scratching his neck. “I think we kissed.”
KUNIGAMI
boy, you better do it soon no time will be better
Your boyfriend was always the gentleman. He’d always open the door for you, would volunteer to carry your bag, and would slice the steak for you if you’re finding it difficult. Kunigami Rensuke was always the gentleman, but in his situation right now, he was trying his best to be.
When he agreed to watch a movie with you, he never thought that it would be romance. Now, the man was hyperaware of your existence beside him—the way your elbow would rub against his, your laugh and the way you sip that soda from your straw.
His throat ran dry.
Now, how could he respectfully have your lips on his instead on that straw. Goodness...what was he thinking?
He ran a hand through his face and watched as the scene turned to the main lead passionately kissing the leading lady. He couldn’t help but turn to you. His eyes fixed on your lips. Oh, how he wanted to do that.
Rensuke laced an arm around you and your focus shifted to him from the movie scene. He was leaning close, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted. You smiled and fed him with a popcorn.
“I’m sorry. I almost forgot to share with you,” you said, completely clueless on what your boyfriend wanted to do all this time.
Your date night ended with you ranting about the movie’s ending. He honestly found it a little cringe too. It was another life-on-the-line main characters with one of them dying kind of story.
You were walking to your home with hands laced with each other. Though he badly wanted to kiss you, just like this was enough. Just the chance to spend a little bit of time with you was more than enough.
Stopping by the front of your house, he gently ruffled the top of your head. “Thanks for today.”
“Actually,” you swayed back and forth with the heels of your feet. Your gaze avoiding him as your face was all flushed. “My parents weren’t home tonight. Could you...Could you keep me company?”
Forget the kiss, Rensuke thought.
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yoo! Rin buying you almost every jewelry he sees because you adore those shiny tiny things <33
-ali :)
A/N: :0 Aliii!!! YES!! So I my thoughts kinda strayed...so here's some thoughts on how both Sae and Rin would spoil you (f! coded reader)
Rin loves to spoil you, he doesn't spend much money on himself and prefers spoiling you with luxurious things and experiences (like trips around the world) loves seeing you put on jewelry he bought you (especially if he was the one that picked it out) Rin looooves to see his lil R when your dress rises up just the tiniest bit. The tiny letter is hidden beneath the hem of your dress, only visible ever so slightly as it sways with your every move. Rin doesn't need everyone to see, it's enough for him to know that it's there
I can see both of the Itoshi's getting your initials tattooed, but idk...I'm feeling it more for Sae 🤷♀️ (only once it's rly serious tho) would get your tiny initial tatted onto the inside of his ring finger (so you're always with him, since he can't wear any jewelry on the pitch.)
Honestly, I see Sae as the type of guy that would get you a choker with his initial because he's just possessive like that 🤷♀️ he wants everyone to know that you're his
While we're already on the topic of them spoiling you, I also do believe that both of them love getting you expensive and luxurious clothes for a date night out, and that they would send you money to get your nails done (message on cashapp with 100 bucks, telling you which color to get, and to use the rest to treat yourself. Sae likes dark red, and Rin doesn't care too much for colors, but he does like soft pinks, because they look good with everything and look effortlessly pretty, like you🤭)
Sae puts extra care into giving you attention while he's abroad, by sending you flowers or money so you can buy yourself something nice (preferably lingerie, to surprise him with once he's back) :))
itoshi rin x reader ﾉ sfw ﾉ hurt/comfort ﾉ reader cries :c ﾉ unspoken feelings
It’s much later than Rin would normally be out, especially when he has practice the next morning, but there’s something—no, someone—that lured him out of his apartment. You.
He’s at the playground now, the one you two frequent on nights when you don’t want to be holed up inside or when you insist on enjoying your snacks from the convenience store somewhere close. You aren’t kicking your feet on the swing or sitting on that dumb rocking horse you love for some reason unbeknownst to him. There’s only one other place you could be and Rin's feet carry him there almost unconsciously.
He stands at the bottom of the slide that you always make sure to go down before the end of your outings. Rin knocks on the outside of the slide twice before speaking. “You up there?”
A long silence follows his question and for a while, the only noises he hears are the song of cicadas and the indistinct conversations of passersby. Rin briefly considers climbing up to the top of the structure to see for himself but before he can give it any more thought, your voice echoes down the tunnel. “How’d you find me?”
The easy, truthful answer is that he had checked your apartment first to no avail and the only other spot you’d run to is here. It really didn’t take much thought on his part. Though, he can’t find the courage to tell you that so he settles on another answer that’s just as rational.
“You didn’t turn your location off,” Rin says, loud enough for you to hear. There’s another pause on your end but the longer he waits, the more apparent it becomes that you don’t have anything to say. It’s rare that Rin does but he happens to have something important to tell you tonight. “Can you come down here?”
Something akin to a scoff sounds from the top of the slide. “Why? So you can yell at me some more?”
“I didn’t—” He didn’t yell, he wants to tell you, but he presses his lips together before it gets out. The image of your face before you left his apartment flashes in his mind. There’s hurt painted on your features, the kind rin isn’t used to causing. He didn’t raise his voice but he supposes that telling you to leave him alone could have come across as harsh. He sighs, running lithe fingers through his hair only for the strands to fall back over his forehead. “I’m not going to yell. Just come down.”
Rin hears what he thinks is your shoes banging against the plastic of the slide before the sound of squeaks grows nearer. A couple seconds later, you arrive at the bottom. Instead of getting out, you cross your legs and arms, meeting Rin's gaze with a teary one of your own.
Streaks of wetness trail down your cheeks and for some reason, the sight makes rin’s chest feel tight. He’s seen you cry before but he’s never been the source of your tears. A frown tugs at his lips knowing that his bluntly-spoken words had such an effect on you. He thought he had meant them at the time but it certainly wasn’t his intention to make you cry.
The expectant look in your eyes urges Rin to speak the words he’d been messily rehearsing in his head as he jogged here. He crouches down to your level before starting. “Look, I didn’t mean to be so short with you earlier. I was exhausted and in a shitty mood and took it out on you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry.”
You listen to each of his words intently, never breaking your stare and only blinking when he finishes. A fresh set of tears trickles from the corners of your eyes but before they can drip off your jaw, Rin gently wipes the stream away with the soft sleeves of his sweater. If his words hadn’t convinced you, the gesture does. You sniffle and muster up a weak smile. “I forgive you.”
You can visibly see the tension melt from Rin’s shoulders and faintly hear him breathe out a breath he was holding. Rin stands to his full height effortlessly, holding a hand out for you to take. Uncrossing your arms and scooting to the edge of the slide, you reach out to accept his hand. He helps you up but, to your surprise, he doesn’t let go of your hand. His thumb runs along your knuckles before he tugs you in a silent gesture to follow him.
You do, but it only takes a few seconds for you to realize that he isn’t walking in the direction of either of your apartments. You turn to him, curiosity creasing your brow. “Where are we going?”
“Convenience store,” Rin answers, though he keeps his eyes ahead. Vulnerability isn’t something that comes easily to Rin and he thinks he’s been plenty tonight.
You hum. “What for?”
“Whatever you want. It’s on me.”
You smile at that because, as nonchalant as he says it, you can feel the weight behind his words. He’s offered as much more times than you can count in the past but this time, it’s different. You can’t say whether it’s because he’d shown you a different side of him or if it has more to do with the fact that he still hasn’t let go of your hand, but this visit to your regular spot isn’t like the others.
As much as you’d like to figure out what this means for your relationship with Rin, getting a straight answer out of him tonight seems unlikely. Besides, you’re content enjoying the moment as it is. You squeeze his hand which is enough to draw his gaze to yours. “Thank you, Rin.”
There’s a sparkle in your eyes that catches Rin off guard, makes his lips slightly part in surprise. He hadn’t gone into tonight thinking he would have to confront so many unspoken feelings but it’s growing more and more difficult to ignore all the signs. Though, Rin thinks that this much can be discussed tomorrow. So, he simply nods. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”
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