catboy!rin who refused to go home with anyone, calling them too lukewarm or too tepid, opting to remain at the shelter.
catboy!rin whose ears immediately perk up upon smelling your sweet scent and hearing your voice in the shelter.
catboy!rin who finally agrees to go home with someone(you) since you were captivating and smelled pleasant.
catboy!rin who cautiously sniffs every corner of the house while rubbing on the walls to ensure his minty scent stays while mixing with yours.
catboy!rin who refuses to sleep in the room you prepared for him, deciding that your bed was now his. the eviction of your room led you to sleep in the one meant for him.
catboy!rin who decides to make your life meddlesome, hiding your textbooks when he feels that you’re spending more time on it than on him. also refusing to let you leave the house until you’re absolutely smothered in his peppermint scent, causing you to run late on numerous occasions.
catboy!rin who was startled awake by a thunderstorm one night, ears flattened to the top of his head as his tail swished around anxiously.
catboy!rin who jumps out of his skin at the deafening thunder, scrambling out of bed and running to seek comfort from you.
catboy!rin who wakes you up at 3am from the incessant scratching at the door, which led you to letting him in, confused. you were just about to berate him for waking you but noticed the look of distress on his face and asked what happened.
catboy!rin who shyly explained and requested to be spooned, standing nervously at the door with his tail drooped between his legs.
catboy!rin who immediately wraps the blanket around him after you agreed, opening it sheepishly for you to enter. you wrap your arms around him, his back pressed to your chest as he tucks his head under your chin.
catboy!rin who melts in your embrace, body finally relaxing and breathing evening out. he quietly nuzzled his head against your chin, enjoying your warmth.
catboy!rin who realises that snuggling up with you was way better than sleeping alone and could never fall asleep without your arms snug around him again.
a/n : ackk i fear this blog is js writing practice for me >_<
☀︎ a/n — part of my you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love series :) find it here !
☀︎ word count — 5.2k
☀︎ content — rin itoshi x fem! reader, setting it in the NEL so Rin plays for PXG!, reader is lowkey cringe core but to be cringe is to be free, no established relationship, umm yea idk what else to tag
☀︎ synopsis — You found Rin Itoshi by complete accident...but you swore he would be your future husband. And you always have a way of getting what you want.
── ☀︎ cause i always had a vision of us standing like this !
The first time you saw Rin Itoshi, he wasn't even supposed to be in the picture.
The picture belonged to his brother - the bot that everybody loved Sae Itoshi.
When he debuted professionally at sixteen, the internet collectively lost its mind.
Sports accounts and news outlets posted him.
Girls posted him.
Your friends posted him.
For nearly three months straight, every social media app was full of nothing but Sae Itoshi edits.
You'd endured enough it long enough, "I'm tired of seeing this guy."
Your friend gasped dramatically, "Tired?"
"Yes."
"That's Sae Itoshi!” She said it like you’d just told her you kicked her dog.
"I know."
"Look at his face."
You looked, "Okay."
" 'Okay?' "
"What am I supposed to be seeing?"
Your friend looked personally offended, as if she even knew this man, "You have terrible taste." All you could do was shrug, "Maybe."
She shoved her phone closer to your face, "He's gorgeous."
"Sure."
"Sure?"
You shrugged, "I don't know. He's just some soccer player."
The betrayal on her face was immediate and all you did was laugh as she rolled her eyes and snatched her phone back, "You are impossible."
The conversation should have ended there.
It should have.
Instead, later that night, while procrastinating homework, you found yourself scrolling through Sae Itoshi's Instagram account.
Mostly because everyone kept talking about him and you desperately wanted to understand the obsession.
You clicked through photos. A million photos taken of him at training, or during games, or from the magazines, and even more photos from games.
You were halfway through deciding that soccer players were perhaps the least interesting people alive when something caught your eye.
Mutual followers - which were of course your friends. And then you fell down the rabbit hole of his followers that were not mutual. They were just followers.
Any sane person would have stopped scrolling through the almost million accounts after about two swipes. But not you.
No, instead you kept going and only stopped when you saw an account with the user Rin_Itoshi.
Same last name. With the same scarily teal eyes that you always noticed when someone brought up a picture of Sae. So you came to the conclusion that they were probably family.
Curious as ever, you clicked on it and waited as the account loaded.
Where you found…one post.
One. A singular post. And the photo wasn't even good.
Half the picture was taken up by a soccer field. Several people stood in the background. The lighting was terrible and the quality was awful.
Yet somehow, your eyes found him immediately.
Dark hair. Sharp eyes. A face that looked permanently annoyed by the existence of everyone around him.
You sat up and zoomed in. Then zoomed in further.
You stared. And stared. And stared some more.
The post had maybe a few hundred likes.
There were no edits of this guy. No fan accounts. No comments talking about how handsome he was.
There was nothing.
He was just some random teenager. A soccer player's younger brother. Yet somehow your heart was beating faster as if this wasn’t just a guy you’d seen in one picture.
Suddenly you understood.
It wasn’t Sae. It would never be Sae.
But this one? This one was pretty in a way that you were sure that everyone saw in Sae, but you only saw in this boy.
You followed him immediately and then set your phone down to contemplate what the hell you just did.
Then you picked it back up and stared at his profile again.
Then you just had to laugh at yourself because this was ridiculous, actually ridiculous.
You knew absolutely nothing about him..
Not his age. Not his personality. Not where he lived..
And yet, you squinted at the screen and decided right then and there. This man would be your future husband.
You nodded, satisfied, "Yep."
This boy, who you didn’t know. Who definitely had no clue who this random girl that just followed him was. The boy who you could just feel would be just as big as his brother in a few years…yes. He was your future husband.
Obviously.
Your friends hated hearing about Rin Itoshi.
Mostly because they believed he didn't exist. Or that, if he did, he was just some guy with the same last name as Sae- a complete coincidence.
"You’re obsessed with a guy who has one Instagram post." One of them criticized. You shook your head and turned your phone to show them his account, "He has two now."
Your friend buried her face in her hands. You grinned.
Three months had passed. Then six. Then a year.
And Rin’s account remained painfully inactive after that second post.
Meanwhile Sae's popularity continued growing until everyone only ever talked about Sae.
Nobody talked about Rin. Nobody knew about Rin. Nobody but you. Which only made you more stubborn.
Whenever someone asked your celebrity crush? "Rin Itoshi." "Who?"
You weren’t trying to become someone who wanted to claim that you “knew Rin” first for when he , inevitably, became a big soccer player just like his brother. No, you were simply being honest, your mind was focused on one person and one person only: Rin Itoshi.
Whenever someone tried to show you a soccer edit, "Not interested."
"It's Sae."
"I know."
They’d look at you like you’d grown a second head, "You don't like Sae?" All you could do was shrug, "I like his brother." "What brother?"
You would then spend ten minutes explaining who he was and how you knew of him and how one day he’d be bigger than his brother could ever be.
Your friends eventually stopped asking.
Two years later, you still followed Rin Itoshi. And - embarrassingly - you still checked the account occasionally. And despite all your searching, you still knew absolutely nothing about him.
Your obsession was probably healthy. I mean, it kept your brain going! You did research, you read, you even got blue light glasses because of how often you were on a computer!
It had changed your life in a good way…kind of. A little. Not really. But whatever. The point was- You had accepted that you'd probably never meet him.
He lived in Japan. And Japan was huge. The chances of ever running into him by accident were basically zero.
So imagine your surprise when you stepped out into the streets of Paris and nearly walked face-first into a giant poster.
A giant poster that you would have ignored on any other day. Except, on this day, a familiar face caught your attention.
You froze and slowly backed up to look at it again. You immediately screamed, "Oh my God!"
People turned to stare at you, probably wondering if there was a purse snatching or someone was hurt, but nope! All they saw was some girl gawking at the poster of the PXG Soccer team.
And despite all the stares, you didn't care. You couldn’t care. Because there he was.
Rin Itoshi.
Bigger than life. Standing on a promotional poster for Paris X Gen.
Actually real. Actually existing. Well, as much as one could exist through a promotional poster bigger than your imagination.
But it wasn’t a blurry Instagram photo. You weren’t on a random account trying to find out more about him.
He was a real person…and you were in the same city. At the same time.
You fumbled your phone out so fast you nearly dropped it.
Your friend answered immediately, "What happened? Didn’t you like just land-" You couldn’t help but to yell, "He’s here!"
"Who?"
"Rin."
"Um…who?"
"Rin Itoshi!"
The phone was suspiciously quiet, so much so that you were sure you’d accidentally hung up on her before hearing your friend sigh, "...You're in Paris." "Uh huh."
"He's a soccer player." She stated the obvious. The obvious that you had been calling for the past two years. "Yes!" You were ecstatic! She was finally seeing what you saw- "Paris is a popular city." or not. "Well..."
You pointed dramatically at the poster despite her inability to see you, "It’s fate."
"It is not fate."
"IT IS."
You could hear the frustration and exhaustion in her tone, "Get it together, girl. You just happen to be in one of the most famous cities in the world. It’s a coincidence."
But you were nothing if not stubborn, "It’s fate. I’m telling you." And you hung up before she could continue being wrong.
Because clearly fate had finally decided to reward your dedication.
And before you left Paris…
Before your plane touched the ground back home…
You were absolutely going to talk to Rin Itoshi.
Or- that was the plan. Until you realized that your friend was right. Paris was huge, there were so many people, and…well you weren’t exactly sure where to look. So, you found yourself in a crowded pub.
It wasn’t packed, but it was crowded enough that people’s conversations blended together into one constant hum.
You'd been sitting at a small table near the back for almost an hour, scrolling through your phone and occasionally looking up to people-watch.
Which was how you noticed a very very loud table. They were the kind of loud that made everyone within ten feet aware of their existence.
Usually, you would’ve thought they looked fun and then probably would've ignored them. Usually, that’s what you would do…except one face looked familiar.
You frowned as you stared at them probably a bit too hard. Then finally, it clicked. You knew that guy.
The tall, kind of spooky looking blonde and pink haired man. You'd seen him on the PXG poster.
Which meant, in theory…your eyes widened.
No way.
No. Way.
You slowly looked around the room. Searching for the one person you desperately hoped would be here. And then…
You found him.
Sitting alone at the far end of the bar.
Dark hair and sharp eyes. The exact same permanently irritated expression you’d seen in exactly one picture. There he was, Rin Itoshi.
For a moment your brain completely stopped functioning.
Because there he was. He was actually there.
Not on a poster. Not in an Instagram post. Now he wasn’t some hypothetical future meeting you'd imagined a thousand times.
He was a real person. A very real person, who was in the same room as you.
Your heart immediately started trying to escape your chest.
This was it. This was your moment.
Your chance. Your opportunity. Your destiny.
Before you could think better of it, you grabbed your drink, your purse, your phone, your jacket, and everything else you brought and practically sprinted toward the bar.
You slid onto the stool beside him.
Rin glanced over at you and you just…well you froze, probably sitting there looking like an idiot.
Oh God. He was prettier up close.
You hadn't prepared for that.
"Rin Itoshi?" The words slipped out before you could stop them.
Immediately, his eyes narrowed. The expression practically screamed: How do you know my name?
"Oh,” You winced. "Sorry." His stare remained unchanged. "I just-"
"I don't do autographs outside games."
"Oh." Well…that wasn't what you'd expected.
"No!” You shook your head. "Sorry, um…No, I don't want an autograph."
"...Then what do you want?"
Excellent question to which you had no idea. Which was crazy, you'd spent two years imagining this moment. And somehow you never planned on anything beyond finding him.
"Oh God."
Rin blinked, really looking at you like you were just a crazy fan that he might need to run from at any given moment, "What?"
"I didn't think I'd get this far." You admitted weakly, giving him a shaky smile. "...What?" You dropped your face into your hands. This was absolutely mortifying. When you finally looked up again, Rin was still staring, probably wondering if you were insane.
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"Because this is going badly."
"You came up to me." He said it as if this wasn’t a spur of the moment decision for you. "I know! But I expected to have a plan!” Rin looked unimpressed at your excuse.
You sighed and then sat up straighter.
Okay. New strategy.
Have just a normal conversation. You could do that.
Probably.
"Can I ask you something?"
"No."
"...You didn't even hear the question."
"No."
You pointed at him, "That’s rude."
"Okay."
"Do people tell you that often?"
"Yes."
Rin stared at you. You stared back at him. Neither of you moved.
Eventually, he finally spoke, "What?"
You immediately brightened.
Success. Well…in your eyes at least.
"How long have you been in Paris?"
His eyebrows furrowed, "...What?"
"How long have you been here?" Was it a weird question? You didn’t think so, lots of people liked to talk about how long they’d been in a place - especially one as famous as Paris !
Unfortunately, Rin Itoshi didn’t seem to be one of those people, "A few months."
"That's cool."
"Mhm."
You nodded seriously, "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Next question."
Rin sighed, sounding like he suddenly deeply regretted talking to this random girl who sat next to him, "What now?"
You leaned forward, "Have you taken the Eurostar?" He looked at you like you’d asked an outrageous question, "...The train?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I've always wanted to ride it."
His expression became completely blank, "You came over here to ask me about trains?" You opened your mouth to say something back before shaking your head, "Well…when you say it like that it sounds weird."
"It is weird."
"Answer the question. Please."
"...Yes."
Your eyes widened, "Was it fun?"
"It's a train."
You shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe European trains are magical."
"They aren't."
"Damn."
Rin actually looked mildly amused.
So mildly that anyone who was looking at you would assume you were just talking the poor boys ear off, but it was enough for you to notice.
Five minutes later you had somehow learned that Rin hated sightseeing. And that he thought museums were fun. And that he didn't understand postcards.
“Why not just send a picture? It takes forever by mail.” Was his explanation, as if anyone ever actually mailed postcards !
You also learned that he considered the Eiffel Tower a waste of time - which went along with the hating of sightseeing you guessed.
"What do you mean it's a waste of time?" You were utterly shocked. The Eiffel Tower was on everyone’s bucket list! But all Rin did was shrug, "It's a tower."
"It's the tower."
"It's just metal."
You gasped, "You don't appreciate art." He shook his head lightly, "I do. Just not when I can see it from outside almost any window.”
"That means you absolutely don't."
Rin rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.
You immediately asked another question, "Have you seen the Mona Lisa?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't care to."
Your jaw dropped, "Rin." He raised an eyebrow toward you, "What?"
"You like museums…"
"Yes?"
"But you don’t want to ever see the Mona Lisa?"
"Nope."
You looked genuinely devastated, "You disappoint me."
For some reason, one that you would later tell your friends was fate wanting you two to stay together, the conversation between you two never died.
Every time there was a pause, you found another question.
"Have you ever been on a boat?"
"Yes."
"Did you like it?"
"No."
"You hate everything."
"I don't."
"You literally do."
"No."
You decided to stop there before going on a back and forth. Maybe he didn’t hate everything…but he definitely hated most things other people would love.
So instead, you asked the most logical next question, "What's your favorite dinosaur?"
Rin stared at you like you’d lost your mind, "...What?" Unluckily for him, your head was on very straight, "Favorite dinosaur. Go."
"Why?"
"Because I asked."
Rin pinched the bridge of his nose.
You smiled, entirely too pleased with yourself, "Mine's a stegosaurus."
"I didn't ask."
"I know."
At some point you forgot you were talking to a professional athlete.
You forgot you'd spent two years wanting to meet him.
You forgot you'd practically built a tiny shrine to his existence in your head.
Because suddenly he was just a guy who was sitting next to you. A guy who thought pigeons were surprisingly cute (he actually said ‘environmentally useful’ but you liked cute better.) A guy who hated tourist attractions.
And he was now a guy who looked vaguely offended when you suggested he'd lose a fight against a goose, "I would not lose."
You shrugged, "You don't know that."
"It's a goose."
"They're mean."
"It's a bird."
You narrowed your eyes, "I still think you'd lose."
"I'm not losing to a goose."
"Right, we’ll agree to disagree."
An entire hour had passed before either of you noticed.
And the only reason you did notice was because shouting erupted from across the room.
"There he is!"
"Finally!"
"Rin!"
You both looked over to where several of his teammates were waving.
One of them immediately pointed at you, one you recognized from the poster- zan…zan something.
The rest of the team took their attention off Rin and instead looked at you before grinning. "Ohhh." The spooky, tan one said, wiggling his eyebrows. "No." Rin's response was immediate.
The man - Shidou? You think that’s what the poster said - laughed harder, "Who's your friend?"
"No one."
You gasped, feigning hurt, "No one?" You held a hand over your heart, "No one?"
"You're a stranger."
The man you were now going to assume was Shidou looked delighted, "You've been sitting here for an hour."
You were shocked. An hour? Seriously?
You looked at the clock hanging above the bar.
Oh, wow. It had been an hour. Maybe even a little longer.
The realization hit both of you at the same time. Because when you looked back at Rin, he seemed mildly surprised too.
His teammates noticed immediately.
And unfortunately for both of you, they were the worst type of people imaginable, “Oooohhhh~”
"No." Rin's response was, again, immediate.
"We didn't say anything."
"You were about to."
Another teammate - one that looked a lot like a crow - grinned, "You know us so well."
Rin looked exhausted as the rest of the table laughed.
One of them leaned over dramatically, "So-” "No."
The grin widened, "You getting her number or what?"
You nearly choked on your drink.
Across from you, Rin looked ready to throw someone through a wall, "We were just talking."
"For an hour."
"So?"
"So," The teammate pointed between the two of you. "That's a long time."
You raised a finger, "We talked about trains."
The entire table burst into laughter. Even the corner of Rin’s mouth twitched, just slightly.
And now the entire table was staring. Smiling, waiting and watching you two like you were the newest zoo exhibit.
"Oh my God." You covered your face. "They think we're flirting."
One of the players immediately pointed, “Well?”
Rin quickly shook his head, "We're not."
"Sure."
"We aren't."
You looked at Rin and Rin looked at you. Then both of you looked away at exactly the same time.
"Okay." You stood up because if you stayed any longer you might actually die. Of embarrassment or of pure happiness you weren’t sure. "This has been lovely."
This had been fun. Really fun.
Not because he was Rin Itoshi and not because you'd spent years wanting to meet him. But because it was easy to actually talk to him.
Not in the sense that he talked a lot. God no.
You'd carried eighty percent of the conversation, but he'd actually listened. He'd answered your millions of silly questions.
He'd stayed when he easily could have just gotten up and walked away.
And that had to count for something. Right Fate?
You grabbed your jacket. "Have fun with..." You gestured vaguely toward the table. "Whatever this is."
"They're idiots." One of them yelled in protest.
You laughed and then turned toward the exit because that was probably the normal thing to do.
You'd met him. You'd talked. You'd survived.
Mission accomplished.
Future husband acquired…kind of.
You took exactly three steps before you stopped, "Wait."
The voice came from behind you. Your heart immediately attempted to launch itself out of your body.
Slowly, and I do mean very slowly, you turned around.
Rin was looking at you.
One hand shoved into his pocket. The other holding his phone out towards you.
For a second neither of you spoke, "You said you're here alone."
You blinked, "Uh," What? "Yeah?"
His eyes flickered away for a second, the tiniest hint of uncertainty crossing his face, "How long are you staying?"
Your brain completely stopped.
The answer was easy, but you were basically buffering. THE Rin Itoshi wanted to know this? You realized he was waiting on an answer when you finally caught up, "A few months!"
"A…few months?"
"Yeah."
"Mhm."
You smiled immediately.
Rin visibly regretted doing this in front of his team...
The table behind him had gone silent.
Every single one of his teammates was watching.
Waiting and then watching some more. Like a group of vultures just waiting for the moment a car wasn’t coming so they could finally devour the roadkill that they’d been eyeing all night.
Rin ignored them, well, as much as he could.
Then he held out his phone.
Your brain short-circuited again as you stared at the phone. Then you looked at him. And then the phone again, "...What?"
"You said you wanted recommendations."
Your eyes narrowed, "I did?" You didn’t remember that. And you’d definitely logged all of this talk into your ‘hopecore’ section in your memory.
"The museums." He reminded you. "Oh."
You had, technically, talked about that earlier. You'd spent fifteen minutes complaining that every travel blog gave different recommendations, but none ever seemed fun.
You stared at the phone.Then at him. Then back at the phone one more time to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
Rin sighed, the tiniest hint of pink appeared on his ears.
And suddenly…suddenly you understood.
Oh.
Oh.
You realized that you were both terrible at this, which made this significantly better, "Are you giving me your number?"
The question slipped out before you could stop it.
Immediately the entire table exploded with surprised chatter, some whooping, just general hooting and hollering.
Rin looked murderous. You looked delighted.
The team looked seconds away from tears.
You took the phone, trying very hard not to smile. As if you hadn’t planned this entire thing. Buy you were failing, spectacularly.
You entered your contact information.
Name and Number.
Done. Easy Peasy. It was simple. It was normal.
And definitely, truly, absolutely not life-changing.
You handed the phone back.
Rin looked down, reading.
Then froze.
Your smile immediately fell from your face.
"Oh no."
Slowly, painfully very slowly, Rin turned the screen around.
There.
Under your phone number.
Where your name should have been.
Future Wife
The entire world stopped.
Your soul left your body.
In a moment of what you would now assume was possession, you actually thought making a move on Rin Itoshi via your contact name was a smart idea.
And it was now the least funny thing currently happening. And a mortifying moment you would lose sleep over for thirty years, you were sure.
"Oh my God." You grabbed for the phone. Rin moved it away, "What is this?"
"Nothing."
"It says Future Wife."
"It was a joke. But obviously you’re not laughing so it’s not funny and-"
"Mhm."
You pointed at him, "Stop doing that."
The tiniest smirk appeared, and it was gone almost immediately. But you'd seen it.
And judging by the look on his teammates' faces, so had they.
When you finally left the pub ten minutes later, your face hurt from smiling. Was your pride a little damaged because you were stupid and spent a good minute trying to explain your ‘joke’? Well yes, but he hadn’t changed it, so that had to count for something. Right?
The Paris air felt cooler and the streets somehow seemed brighter.
You made it halfway back to your hotel before your phone buzzed.
You stopped walking instantly and pulled out your phone, staring at the one message from an unknown number, but you knew it was Rin.
Just one text.
Please just put Rin for my contact.
You stared at it. Then laughed so hard a passerby looked concerned that you were someone who had finally lost their mind.
Because absolutely not.
You were going to give him the most lovey dovey contact name imaginable. Manifestation, you know?
The next morning, you woke up with one objective.
Find Rin Itoshi again.
Not in a creepy way.
Okay. Maybe a little creepy.
But mostly in a normal, perfectly reasonable way. The way anyone would want to see their future husband again.
You immediately sat upright.
Future husband.
Right. You still had his number. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand. The contact was still there. It wasn’t a dream.
Rinnie Pooh
Your grin nearly split your face in half.
You had his number. An actual phone number.
He wasn’t just an Instagram account you followed anymore.
You stared at it. Then flopped backwards onto the bed, pure happiness filling your body.
You should text him.
Probably.
Maybe.
Absolutely not.
Definitely.
No.
Yes.
You spent twenty minutes debating.
Then ultimately decided against it.
Because despite everything you’d done and no matter what your friends would say, you weren't completely insane.
You had met him once. And even though you did come up to him last night, texting first felt like too much.
So instead you spent your morning wandering Paris and trying very hard not to think about him.
Which was difficult. Especially because every time your phone buzzed your heart nearly exploded.
By noon your friends were tired of hearing about it. "No." Your friend, Lia, said when she answered the phone.
“I didn't even say anything yet!"
"I know what you're thinking."
"You don't."
"You're thinking about Rin."
You felt huffed, "Maybe."
"You need help."
" No! I need encouragement."
She just sighed, "What you need is therapy."
Meanwhile, Rin had spent the entire morning annoyed.
Which wasn't unusual, actually. What was unusual was the reason.
Because every few hours his brain kept drifting back to you.
The weird girl from the pub. The one who'd approached him just to ask random questions.
The one who'd somehow managed to talk for an hour straight about quite literally nothing yet everything at the same time.
It made no sense, yet somehow he'd enjoyed talking to her.
Which was irritating. Because now his teammates wouldn't shut up, "Where's your girlfriend?"
Rin glared, "Not my girlfriend."
"Sure." Shidou laughed from across the room, "You got her number."
"She got mine."
“Rin Itoshi…what a lover boy you are.”
And for the millionth time in about ten minutes, Rin considered murder.
Three days passed. And then four. Then five.
Neither of you texted first.
You, mostly because you were stubborn. Rin? Because he wasn’t even sure if he should text you.
Then the game happened, and Rin finally broke. Not because he wanted to, but because during warmups he noticed something.
A familiar face in the stands.
The weird girl from the pub…holding a giant PXG flag, wearing a jersey, and somehow looking like the happiest person alive.
Rin froze just for a second. Then immediately looked away.
You nearly passed out, "He saw me!"
Nobody around you cared, but you did.
The game started.
PXG won thanks to Rin scoring.
The crowd lost its mind. You lost your voice.
And afterwards, as players disappeared into tunnels and reporters swarmed the field, your phone buzzed.
And you, who had never once delayed yourself gratification, opened it immediately.
A new text from Rin.
Rinnie Pooh: Are you coming to the next game?
You stared at it for what seemed like forever and then slowly lowered the phone.
Your smile grew so wide that the woman beside you looked concerned, as if your cheeks were about to split open. But you didn't care.
Because all you could think was that you got him. Hook Line and mf Sinker.
The problem was that after that first text, the conversation never stopped.
At first it was random, stupid conversations.
You: Have you ever seen a penguin in real life?
Rinnie Pooh: Why?
You: Answer the question.
Rinnie Pooh: Yes.
You: Lucky.
Rinnie Pooh: ???
You: I've never seen one.
Rinnie Pooh: Go to a zoo.
You: That's not the same.
You: Important question.
Rinnie Pooh: ?
You: Do you think ghosts are real?
Rinnie Pooh: No.
You: Wrong.
Rinnie Pooh: Okay.
You: Thank you for admitting it.
You: If a goose attacked you who would win?
Rinnie Pooh: Me.
You: Confident.
Rinnie Pooh: It's a goose.
You: That's what they want you to think.
Rin never texted first. Or well, at least not at first.
Then slowly, he started doing it more.
One text. And then another. Then another, until eventually your phone lit up at random hours.
Rinnie Pooh: Saw a rat.
You: Congratulations?
Rin: It reminded me of you.
You: Excuse me?
Rinnie Pooh: You were the one talking about rats.
You: YOU COULD HAVE KEPT THAT TO YOURSELF.
For the first time ever when texting somebody, Rin laughed.
And his teammates nearly fainted.
Months later, when you returned home, your friends assumed the Rin thing would fade, but it didn't.
You were talking every day, and every day your confidence grew.
You had been right. You had always been right.
Your friends hated that, especially when Rin started calling.
He wouldn’t call often, just occasionally.
Usually late at night. His excuse was that texting was taking too long.
The first time it happened you almost threw your phone across the room, "Hello?"
"...Why do you sound scared?"
You covered your face because hearing Rin's voice through a phone somehow felt more intimate than meeting him in person.
"I'm surprised."
"Why?"
Because you're my future husband.
You wisely did not say that.
Instead you told him a half-truth, "I wasn't expecting a call."
"Mhm."
You smiled immediately.
And somehow, you talked until three in the morning about absolutely nothing.
It happened gradually after that. So gradually that neither of you noticed.
One conversation became ten. Then ten became a hundred.
Then one day, while talking to your friends- someone asked how long you'd been talking to him.
You paused, counting how long ago it was since you’d first found Rin Itoshi in Paris, "...Eight months."
That was met with pure silence, "What?"
"Eight months."
"You're kidding."
"No."
"You talk to Rin Itoshi…"
"Yes."
"Every day…."
"Mostly."
"You met him in a bar?"
"Yes."
"All because you stalked his brothers instagram followers..?"
"Okay when you say it like that-"
"Is that not exactly what happened?"
You smiled. Because yes, that was exactly what happened.
And somehow, against all logic. Against all reason.
Against every warning your friends had ever given you, it had worked.
You found Rin Itoshi. You got his number. You became friends.
And judging by the way his name kept appearing on your phone, you were getting dangerously close to proving that maybe, just maybe…
blue lock x reader; includes- isagi, bachira, rin, nagi, reo and chigiri; it's my first time writing for blue lock ever and I haven't read the manga in ages so I am a little out of touch with them; but I absolutely love them still and definitely am re-reading the manga hehe; just my take on the popular tiktok trend where the girl tries to climb on the guy who is told to talk to the camera and how the blue lock boys would deal with your antics hehehe; hope you enjoy! <3
Isagi
He was about to start rambling on about the intricacies of football when he felt your arms wrap around his neck. Suspicious as he was, he continued albeit a little hesitantly. Especially now that your legs were scrambling to get a hold around his waist. Laughing a little but not breaking his speech, his arm held you up. As your own soft giggles were heard next to his ear, he finally turned away from the camera to look at you.
“What are you doing, babe?”
“...climbing you.”
“Climbing?!”
He laughed as he held you closer before giving you a little spin and a kiss to your lips before whispering,
“Fine by me.”
Bachira
“Well, the techniques I use while dribbling would be- Hey! What’cha doing??”
Bachira immediately stopped talking as he felt your legs wrap around him. “I didn’t know we were having sexy times right now~”
“We- what?! No! I’m climbing you dammit!”
Bachira stared at you confused for a moment before grinning. “Oh I’ve seen this trend before.”
You gulped sheepishly. You could barely defend yourself before he picked you up over his shoulder and ran away from the camera as your yelling echoed in the background.
“To the bedroom we go!”
“Absolutely not!”
Rin
“Okay so I need you to explain anything to the camera right now.”
Rin sighed and looked at you. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
“I swear if this is one of those trends again- “
“Hush! I’m starting the video.”
Rin groaned silently before staring at the blinking red light. He could barely say more than a sentence before you started to climb him.
“It was a trend, wasn’t it?”
You giggled sheepishly as you managed to perch yourself on his hip, with some help from him.
He sighed for the umpteenth time that day. “You’re lucky I love you.”
Nagi
“Did I really have to be woken up from my nap to harp at a bunch of strangers online?”
You gave him a look that immediately shut him up though he still mumbled under his breath. “Fine let’s get this over with. To start with the basics I- huh?”
“Don’t mind me…”, you murmured as you try to haul yourself onto his shoulder.
“I very clearly do? What are you doing?”
“Cliimbing- ugh- you, actually.”
“.... need some help?”
“Please.”
Though the moment you were on him, he decided gravity existed and went crashing back onto the bed with you screaming above him. His arms engulfed you as you fell onto his chest.
“Gotcha. Now we sleep.”
“But the-”
“Sleep.”
Reo
“I can just talk about anything, huh? Well, I suppose football would be the best topic but let’s also talk about how business impact the world and essentially even sports like-”
He had really started a lecture on whatever topic he’d chosen as barely noticed you climbing him.
“-and so the sooner we can get that issue figured out- you all right there, love?”
“Yeah, I’m good”, you answer from his shoulder where you laid unceremoniously.
“Right. So back to the topic. What I plan on doing- “
It took a good fifteen minutes for him to finish and it probably would have taken longer if you hadn’t ended the video right there and then.
“But I was getting to the best part!”, he protested.
“Seriously?! You didn’t even realise that I was climbing on you!”
He blinked owlishly. “If you wanted to climb something I could buy you a rock climbing wall-”
“Please no.”
Chigri
“I guess the mechanism is all that- what on earth are you doing?”
You had swung your leg over his hip, your arm over his shoulder while the other one gripped his head. “This is abuse.”
“No- this is a trend. Hold still and keep talking.”
Chigir huffed before continuing. “Right, cause nothing screams ‘focus on what I’m saying’ like having your girlfriend climb on you.”
You rolled your eyes as you struggled to hold yourself up, eventually just hanging from him like a koala. “You’re gripping my hair! Let go-”
“Maybe try holding me!”
Chigiri grumbled but still held you up. “Better?”
You smiled triumphantly before kissing him- short and quick. He blinked before his eyes softened.
“Smartass.”
“Oh shut up.”
Thank you so much for reading! And thank you for the request anon!
₊˚⊹♡ ↪ rin has a specil sixth sense reserved just for you and your silly antics <3 itoshi rin x reader
rin itoshi has a very special skill, one where he can predict when you're about to spew absolute nonsense. he says he has a sixth sense reserved just for your antics, and he also swears you're going to be the reason he has a full head of gray hair before he turns twenty.
"rinnie," you try again—pouting when rin exhales sharply from his nose, refusing to meet your gaze. rin sits on the ground at the end of his bed, and you sit perched on top of his blankets—hanging your head upside down to stare at him like the cheshire cat.
"no." he replies, short and curt as you drape yourself over his shoulder with a sigh. he shifts the slightest bit so you can comfortably curl your head against his form. you nose at his throat before speaking up again, quieter this time.
"pretty please? it's really all i want, rinnie. it would make my day—no, my life! please?"
rin thought you were the idiot in this relationship, but he knows he's the real lovesick fool. it wasn't impossible to say no, he says it to other people all the time. but your eyes are hopeful and round. and truthfully, the sight of your frown was truly his undoing.
rin lets out a dramatic sigh, loud and annoyed—and you know he accepts his defeat when he hands you his hair brush with a grumble. you roll off of the bed, sitting criss cross on the ground across him in an instant as you grab the nearby rubber bands laying on the floor with a dopey grin
"you just relax while i work rinnie! i promise, you won't even know i'm here!"
rin's deadpan expression only makes you laugh quietly, and you lean forward to place a gentle peck onto his lips. you hover over his mouth after pulling away an inch, taking a moment to admire his face before grinning
"grumpy," you muse as you gently brush your nose against his. rin mumbles something about you knowing nothing about personal space as he tugs you onto his lap
"if i'm bald by the end of this—"
"oooh rinnie your hair's so soft! i'm stealing your shampoo later," you interrupt with a giggle, pressing soft kisses onto the crown of his head as his shoulders slump. his broody expression is far too adorable to not kiss, and after peppering enough kisses onto his cheeks to leave them tinted pink—you get to work.
rin doesn't know why you want to style his hair. he regards your sparkly pink hair clips with an eye roll. but your fingers are gentle and soothing as they work to brush and style his hair, and he can feel the exhaustion slowly dispersing from his muscles as he leans into your touch.
"it feels...nice. thank you," he murmurs softly, gently rubbing your thigh as you hum in response. he moves to take a glance at you, and his heart skips a beat when he sees your tongue poked out in concentration as you work on tying his hair. cute.
it takes another fifteen minutes for you to finish your assault on his head. rin's practically putty beneath your fingers now, and there's a barely visible furrow between his brows when you pull your touch away from him.
"you look like a prince... you should totally let me style your hair more often, rinnie!" you gush, smiling softly as you admire your work on him.
"i'll be the judge of that," he mutters with a small smile, reaching onto his bed to grab your phone. he bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling when he sees your wallpaper being his back and jersey number, but the smile is wiped off his face in an instant as he lets out a startled yelp—staring at his reflection in the camera app.
"yeah. not happening, you cheeky brat." he scoffs, pointing at his head with a scowl
"y/n, tell me where you got five hundred charms of hello kitty clips... what damned store did you rob? and why are there pink extensions in my hair? are they—is that fucking glitter in them?"
rin eventually fell victim to a photoshoot, though he shouldn't be surprised. did he really think he'd escape you that easily? he's not very amused by your new wallpaper of him afterwards, but he can't even try and stop the amusement glimmering in his emerald eyes.
"not a soul will see those pictures. or i swear, i'll stick you in a gold fish tank y/n." rin mutters later that night as you two lay in bed, pressing feather soft kisses onto your shoulder blades as he silently admires the way your lips jut out in an adorable pout. his threat isn't very scary when he holds you like you're the most precious thing in his life, but you nod anyway.
"okay," you sigh in defeat. rin's eyes narrow suspiciously as he wraps his arms around your waist, settling in for the night as he turns off his bedside lamp.
"night, y/n." he whispers gently, his lashes brushing against your cheek as he kisses you softly. your hand gently brushes his bangs away from his eyes, and his face softens at your giggles
"night, rinnie. tomorrow you can style my hair! and then, we can be twins..." you affirm quietly. it's dark in the room, the night outside blanketing you two. there's a sliver of moonlight pouring through the window, and it's the only reason you're able to see the gentle smile on rin's face before you fall asleep.
Content warnings: Sae x reader; fem!reader; Rin x reader [platonic]; childhood friends au; childhood friends to lovers.
You've grown up alongside the Itoshi brothers. You've seen their ups and downs, just as they have yours. And it showed. Sae was a lot more patient with you, softened around the edges when interacting with you. Rin was clingy with you, seeking your approval just as much as he did his brother's. All three of you have created a close bond where you're practically inseparable. Everyone saw and everyone assumed you'd date at least one of them.
Which is why nobody is entirely surprised when you eventually start dating the eldest. This then means your already frequent trips to the Itoshi household become all the more common. So much so, that you're already considered their daughter-in-law!
It's for precisely this reason why nobody is surprised when you're amongst the Itoshis before dinner for the evening. The TV is playing, offering a quiet noise to ward off the silence in the living room. You're on the couch with Sae next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Father-toshi is seated on a seperate couch with a newspaper, not-so-subtly watching you 2 so you don't catch onto any nonsense in his house. Sae had just returned and the family wants to celebrate his arrival and achievements overseas.
The front door opens as Rin arrives — dressed in his soccer kit and flushed from exercising. You can hear the heavy sigh he releases when in the comfort of his own home. Mother-toshi pops her head out the kitchen. "Oh, Rin! Go upstairs and clean up! Sae and [Name] will be joining us for dinner."
The dark haired boy perks at the mention of you, "Oh, Nēchan is here too?" His head peaks into the living room wherein the majority of the family is seated. You look over the back of the couch and offer the younger Itoshi a small wave.
Sae— who had been barely paying attention till now— pauses. Huh? Everyone else in the room doesn't seem particularly bothered as they continue with what they're doing. Sae turns his head to his younger brother. "Nēchan?" he quietly parrots, his eyes narrowing.
It's then that Rin realises what he said. The tips of his ears go red. He averts his gaze. Father-toshi hums, making a more obvious glance to the eldest of his sons, "Right, you've been missing in action a little while, so I'll fill you in. Rin somehow picked up the habit of calling [Name] 'Nēchan' in conversation. Don't know how it happened, but it's been happening."
Rin's jaw falls open. He takes a few moments to collect himself. "I've been calling her that and none of you thought to point it out???" he snarls. His voice takes on a low growl, indicating his slight irritation.
You blink, genuinely confused. "I didn't see a problem with it, so I never thought to stop you." You watch as Rin slouches and grumbles from the doorway. A faint smile stretches across your face as you turn back to the lot screen, "Besides, I think it's cute that you see me that way." Your words weave themselves into the stillness of the room. The tenderness of your smile mirrors itself on the faces of the other others in the room.
You don't seem to notice it, but everyone in the room puerces Sae with a warning glance. There's a loud, underlying message in their eyes:
You're definitely an Itoshi in their hearts. So he better hurry up and make it official!
a/n: Just wanted to write something for bllk that wasn't just Sae. (This is totally not me taking a real from rotting my brain while writing the next HbH chapter 👀)
Either way, this idea came to me a while back, since I wanted to make a comic with a similar premise with my bllk oc, but scrapped it. So you guys can enjoy it instead!
"the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses" (rin itoshi x y/n)
a/n: my freaking baby omg i love this man so much its NOT EVEN FUNNY.
this is in celebration of me bingeing (is that how u spell it idk) the bllk manga and officially being caught up!!! and also justice for my rin bruh i get why he was benched but like 😔 'rin icantdoshi'
the title btw comes from a really beautiful poem called "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond" by e.e. cummings!
also look new banner for a new fandom im writing for!!! feel free to send in blue lock requests now :DDD
it wasn't very well known, but rin had always had an interest in eyes. his own sharp, unamused teal ones with his infamous, unfairly long bottom lashes were iconic, of course, but he himself always had a fixation with more than just his own eyes.
as his girlfriend for over a year now, you'd been noticing it more and more. for example, when you'd visited a zoo, rin had looked mildly unimpressed by nearly everything- except the owls. he'd tilted his head slightly, watching the birds' intently.
"...i like their eyes," he'd admitted quietly to you a couple seconds later. "they seem so focused."
you'd smiled at that, glancing up at him. "are they your favorite animals?"
he nodded, just once, but you swore you could see the slightest smile play on his lips. you'd never say it to his face, but he was adorable when he looked so focused on something other than soccer.
another time, you'd gone to the convenience store, and when you'd texted rin about what he wanted, he'd simply replied: "eye masks. the warm ones. please."
that was one of the probably 3 total times you'd seen him say please over text.
so indeed, you'd made sure to buy those eye masks, along with his favorite food, chazuke. and the look on his face when you'd handed him those two items? absolutely precious. he still didn't enjoy verbalizing his emotions, but his eyes told you everything he didn't say out loud.
on the topic of things he didn't like doing, it was asking for help. the man would rather pass out than admit weakness in front of someone else. even you.
but late nights and exhaustion had a way of bringing down even the highest of emotional walls, which was why when he walked up to you, refusing to make eye contact and quietly asking, "can you help me wash my face?", you had to say yes.
so in seconds, the two of you were in front of the sink, warm water steadily running as you dabbed gently at his eyes with a damp cloth. "the temperature's alright?" he nodded wordlessly, and you could see the tension in his shoulders dissolve ever so slightly.
he'd mentioned briefly before that he always washed his eyes first when taking a bath, but he didn't enjoy having to do all of that blindly and by himself. you were certain he was enjoying himself right now.
that night, he'd gone to bed... happy. and with very clean, comfortable eyes that were covered by the warm sleeping mask you'd bought for him. that seemed to be a recurring theme ever since he'd met you that fateful day.
ironically enough, his first impression of you had been that you had pretty eyes. he liked the way they would so clearly communicate everything you were thinking. he liked how they'd shine when you talked about something you were passionate about. he liked how they looked at him as though he was just... a human. not some ruthless soccer player or a failure of a younger brother. just as rin itoshi, the boy who you would soon end up loving more than anyone in the world.
because of all of that, rin craved eye contact with you. even if it was something as small as saying 'i love you' before going to bed, you made sure he could see the way your eyes softened as you said those 3 words. after a match, no matter how proud or frustrated he was with himself, you made sure he could look into your eyes and know that there was nothing there but love for him.
similarly, your favorite sight was quickly becoming those wide, hopeful eyes that rin gave you every so often. the first time you'd seen them was when you'd suggested a horror movie binge watch. the second time had been when you'd remembered his birthday and sent him a cake even though he was miles away from you.
and from then onwards, you'd started seeing it anytime you complimented him. you knew it wasn't easy for him to be so open about that pure, childlike hope and joy of his, but day by day, he grew more comfortable about sharing it with you. you'd never been one for very cliché sayings, but if dating rin could be summed up in one, it would be that the eyes truly were the window to the soul.
goodness me i need someone to teach me how to end my fics properly
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.
multi char drabble. Idk why I thought of kuroo tho. but works for others as well
warnings:none. wrote it in a hurry..Not proofread inspo from a reddit post.
he knew the last time you had a cheese cake. He hasn't seen it but your descriptions were- pretty graphic to say the least. The missed exam, the days stuck on the commode, the vow to never touch that monstrosity. Sure it was your fault but he won't tell you that. But if he'll be fair- A broke college student under the burden of exams is bound to fall for the classic bakery trap. A cheesecake for half the price? what could possibly happen. Little did you know you'd be missing your end sems and much more.
so when on a saturday night, right before you get under the covers, you say,"You know," a little pause before you drop a bomb he can't manage,"I'd eat you if you were a cheesecake."
Yeah, to the average viewers, it's not much. A cheese cake?anyone would gladly eat it. But they don't know the whole story. How a girl who loved them gave them up. It's been ages since that incident. Maybe 10 years give or take. A contrast from those young days of university to the old wrinkles both of you have on your face.
His body warms up. Is this better than an, 'I love you?'. Maybe. He just can't think straight. You're bundled up in the blanket. Sleep overtaking you. While he can only sit and watch. Your steady breath, the golden light from the lamp paints your face, the buzz of the aircon, the kids fast asleep. There's no place he'd ever want to be. No moment he'd ever wish would last like this one. The life he has, the one he built with you.
So maybe it's good he's a human. Because he has assurance that even if he won't be one, you'll gladly have him. Even with diarrhea, even with bloating, even with whatever hits you. He'll do the same. All of them dialed up to a 100. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
-Kuroo Tetsuroo, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Tsukishima Kei, Rin Itoshi?, SAE itoshi, Kenma? Jean, Yamaguchi TADashi, Kita Shinsuke, sAKUSA kIYOOMI, and a bunch more but I'm kinda tired. I'll update it soon. Isagi yoichi. Armin arlert. Levi?? Eren Yeager??? Daichi, Sugawara, Aran Ojiro
