#rinnosuke

[incorrect-touhous-2]

I feel so bad for rinnosuke. Imagine being the only gay guy in a fantasy land of nothing but tit shatteringly beautiful hot women and yokai

[whiteingale]

[ilxfa]

Mitobe Rinnosuke x Y/N femReader, pt5

First Intimacy

A few days after the confession, Y/N found herself in the Seirin gym again, this time after hours. The place was quiet except for the sound of a basketball bouncing softly against the floor.

Mitobe was there, practicing free throws. His movements were fluid, calm — like always. She leaned against the wall, just watching him, until he noticed her. He smiled faintly and gestured her over.

She hesitated, fiddling with the hem of her uniform shirt. “I… I’m not really good at this kind of stuff,” she admitted. “Physical closeness. Touch. It overwhelms me sometimes.”

Mitobe tilted his head, listening carefully.

“But…” she continued, her cheeks warm. “…I want to try. With you.”

That was all it took. Mitobe stepped closer, moving slowly, giving her every chance to step back. When she didn’t, he gently placed his hands on her waist.

Y/N shivered. Her body reacted instantly — every nerve awake. She clenched her fists at her sides, breathing quickly, but didn’t pull away.

Mitobe noticed. His thumbs traced small circles on her sides, grounding her. His gaze asked the silent question: Is this okay?

She nodded, whispering, “…Don’t stop.”

Her arms slid hesitantly around his middle, pressing her cheek to his chest. He was warm, steady, his heartbeat strong against her ear. For the first time, she felt her body relax in someone else’s hold.

“…You smell like laundry soap,” she muttered into his shirt, and then laughed nervously.

Mitobe chuckled soundlessly, resting his chin lightly on her head.

When he shifted slightly, one hand slid lower, brushing the curve of her hip. She stiffened at first, hypersensitivity sparking through her — but then she melted, because it was him. Because he was gentle, patient, never pushing.

“…You can touch me,” she whispered shakily. “Just… slow.”

Mitobe obeyed, his hand settling on her hip, then briefly squeezing before pulling back as if worried he’d gone too far.

Her lips curved into a small smile. She reached up, tugged at his sleeve. “It’s okay. I like it.”

His face turned bright red, but his hand returned, holding her with just enough firmness that she knew he meant it.

For once, silence wasn’t heavy. It was safe.

[notawesternspy]

rinnomima (ship specifically designed to give as much psychic damage to marisa as possible

[silverhaireddreamboats]

Took too long to have this man in this blog: Rinnosuke.

I posted Momiji but this guy should have been next lmao.

any more touhou characters into the silvery trash heap?

We'll see lol.

[mossy-green-aka-ferrythem]

God I fucking love Rinnosuke

One of the only men in Touhou and he's just some nerd who is obsessed with random doodads and keeps accruing a concerningly in-depth look at literally every last thing in his shop.

Hell I bet you can hand him a leaf and he would ponder not only about what tree it came from, but it's phylogenetic placement. His power to identify literally any object feels like it's meant to be both a blessing and a curse (this is from someone who hasn't read his manga yet so don't quote me on this one.)

[usatei2011]

[qwistei]

rinnosuke my beloved

oh yes a kaito fumo on the back

anyway heres a translation(might be incorrect)

Welcome to "Korindou", the only place in Gensokyo that sells artifacts from the outside world! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me, I will be only glad. However, clients rarely appear here…