there was a difference in how ITOSHI RIN loved. sure, he loved football. and maybe he did love winning. but he loved you.
he'd get into arguments with others. blame it on love. he'd get into arguments with you. blame it on love.
in his inexperienced mind, love was something you'd fight for. just like how he would fight for first place in tournaments. love is what he felt for you.
no. love was an understatement when it came to you. adored was more fitting. to put it in the easiest way possible, he cherished you. who knew if or when he'd lose you. just like with his brother.
so he did everything possible to keep you close, anything and everything. nothing, absolutely nothing, would make him think that he could live without you. atleast thats what he thought. and it took a random tuesday for his life to alter, for him to realise.
his whole meaning of love changed on that painful day. the day you left. the day where he knew that things will never. ever. be the same.
love. something/someone that used to brighten his day, his week, his life. love. something that he enjoyed, something that made his heart flutter.
love. that he used to fight for, thinking thats what love was. love. arguing with you, that was love. right? love. that was now excruciating to even think about.
love. that was now overseas. moving on, leaving him behind.
you, making your way into the scene. fulfilling your dreams, the dreams that you love. that was love too.
so he didnt fight it like he used to. he just let it happen. because that was what love is about.
and yes, he carried on with football and his career. but every now and then, a thought wandered through his mind. was love really this painful? or is it something you're meant and are going to overcome?
he really didnt understand the concept at all. never did. so he carried on. leaving you behind just like how you did to him.
ITOSHI RIN's meaning of love. something or someone you adore, cherish. but also something you need to let go of when needed.
honestly, Draco thought that you were the last person he would fin himself falling for
i mean you had known each other since first year?
it started when he knocked you down on the train (partially on accident) and you were one of the people who didn’t quiver in fear at his cold glare
you basically just glared back and shot back, “open your eyes, you stuck up brat”
lmao
he was basically just
‘did they actually just oh my god did they aCTUALLY JUST’
and when he spotted you getting off the train he was just
‘it’s them it’s them iTS THEM???’
he was like 25% confused
25% angry
25% intrigued
and 25% shocked
and fuck, when he saw you going up to be sorted he was kind of scared
would you be in his house ???
then he watched intently as the hat called out ...
Gryffindor
no
nononono
‘are you kIDDING ME’
he almost groaned out of frustration right then and there
the one person that actually caught his attention and they just had to be sorted into the house that was supposed to be his rival
ugh
anyways
whenever he saw you in flying class he was just
‘im gonna show that Potter up but it’s totally not to impress them why would i want to do that ?!?,,,’
you stared at him as he grabbed Neville’s remembrall and hovered on his broom
“it’s you!”
he looked at you and nearly fell off his broom
“you really are a spoiled brat aren’t you...” you mumbled, smirking.
‘what’
he gulped and turned his attention back to Harry
one day he saw you walking in the hall, your attention on anything but him
he called out, “hey! you!”
‘did I actually say that or was that just in my head—‘
you looked up at him “me?”
‘it wasn’t in my head’
“y-yeah you! you should learn your place! you’re not even a pureblood, are you?”
you glared at him before smirking
“no, but you are aren’t you?”
he gulped
“my mama told me that the Malfoys are a bunch of snotty purebloods. she told me to stay away from ‘the platinum blonde son’ that they had.”
he was about to speak before you cut him off
“but i think it’s pretty fun to tease you. you’re not all that threatening as people say, eh? you’re kind of like a little toddler.”
and from then on out, you stuck to him like glue
at first it was literally just to spite him
like seriously all you wanted to do is piss him off
but eventually he kind of just accepted you and you accepted that he wasn’t as bad as people said he was
people thought it was kind of amusing that a Slytherin and a Gryffindor were as close as you two were
one year your break had just ended
it was time to go back to school
(it was prolly like your fourth year+)
because uh
puberty
you hadn’t seen Draco on the train, so you were basically jumping in your seat whenever it arrived at Hogwarts
the new first years were about to be sorted and you saw a familiar shade of blinding blonde hair at the Slytherin table
you basically hopped out of your seat and just dashed over to where he was
“hey, brat.”
he knew who it was
he turned, expecting the young yet prideful face
nope
he saw the face of maturity
and beauty
and he tried not to stare,
but your body had definitely matured too
he almost spat out his drink—
“what? no response?” your smirk was still there, though
“i suggest students return to their appropriate seats.” you turned and Mcgonagall was staring at you
“ugh. gotta go, I guess. hey, next time i see you, maybe respond..?” you smiled at him before returning to the Gryffindor table
and he was just left awestruck
like he watched you sit down and start talking to some Gryffindor boys and he was just—
jEaLouSY
he tried his best to act the same around you, but it was kind of hard
because for fucks sake was he actually in love with his best friend ???
everytime he looked at you he just expected to see someone who like
didn’t make his heart want to jump out of his chest ??
he did things more discreetly around you
like sneaking glances
and discreetly touching like your hand or your shoulder more often
because let’s face it
he totally fell for someone who he was supposed to hate
Slytherin
s l y t h e r i n
yesyesyesyesyes
this had to be fate, right?
the only person that caught his attention
in his house?
it was fate. it had to be.
he followed your form as you walked and took a seat relatively close to his and smiled at the other slytherins that were welcoming you
‘this is my chance— ??’
he cleared his throat, quieting everyone near him at his table
he stuck his hand out towards you
“Malfoy.” was all he said
you studied his hand and then met his gaze
finally, you shook his hand, grip firm
“Malfoy, huh? My parents seem to have a lot to say about you.”
he couldn't tell if the smirk you wore with that sentence was supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing
it was relatively easy to get close to you since you were both in the same house
like for example the common room
you'd be like studying in the common room by yourself and draco would just
slide in
you peered up
“Malfoy.”
“(Last Name).”
“What brings you here? And alone at that?”
he gulps
you were a lot more intimidating than you looked
and he would bet everything that you didn't even mean to intimidate him like you did
“Just... Came here for some quiet.”
“Alright, then. I’m not talking, then.”
and with that you returned to your studies
“Um... What are you working on?”
you laughed. “So you didn't come here for some quiet?”
he didn't answer
“Pfft...” you stifled another laugh, causing him to sink into his seat
“I’m just working on some potions stuff. I know Snape is pretty biased towards our house, but that doesn't change the fact that he likes to make everything as difficult as it can get.”
“Oh, interesting.”
‘wow what a great reply good job top notch’
thats how it became somewhat of a tradition for you two to occupy the common room every Friday night
at first Draco would make damn sure the common room was clear for at least forty five minutes or so
but after about a month people just got used to the duo of (Name) and Draco being alone in the common room every Friday night, so they wouldn't even bother
this tradition stayed with you two throughout every year
one year (again, fourth year+ bc ✨✨✨✨✨puberty✨✨✨✨✨) you and Draco hadn't seen each other all week because y'all were busy (just go with it y'all)
of course, though, you were there in the common room on Friday night.
Draco was already there, very evidently waiting
you entered with a wide smile sitting right beside him and leaning your head on his shoulder
“I missed you, prince.”
“You too, princess.”
he finally turned and got a look of your face and
fuck
was this— was this the same person he had known ??
he kind of stared at you for a moment
“What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?”
he just blurted out
“Yeah, beauty.”
excusemewhat
he laughed it off like it was a joke and told you that you ‘needed to stop being so serious’ like a little bitch
Draco flirted with you often now, but to be honest
you thought it was like a phase of his
because his flirting was sending some serious mixed signals
but as cliche as it sounded
he didn’t want to admit that he had fallen for his best friend ?? like what a nerd
(he did)
Ravenclaw
oh, ravenclaw?
oh, worm?
he was pretty intrigued—more so than already
ravenclaw
so this probably meant
you were not someone who would put up with his bullshit
oh boy
was he right
you were sitting on the floor one day with a quill in one hand
you were writing at basically the speed of light, everything around you being completely blocked out
he cleared his throat, standing in front of you
immediately you shushed him and waved him away, not bothering to look up
“Shhhhh! Go away!”
he caught a glimpse of your face
you had bags under your eyes and well
you looked like death
“... This is due today and I haven't started it yet...” you mumbled
Draco held back a laugh
“When was it assigned?”
you paused, glancing up at him
“Two weeks ago.”
“Thought you Ravenclaws were good at working?” he almost smirked.
you scoffed.
“We’re good at things that we actually take interest in... Writing an entire bloody essay about just Dittany isn't something that I take interest in... Now please let me concentrate before Snape has my throat.”
and with that, Draco let you write in peace
(not peace, your hand was cramped and your eyes had gone a bit blurry from concentrating so hard on the words)
later in the day, he saw you walking out of potions with a sour look
“(Last Name). how did it go?”
you glared at him
“i hate Snape. i hope you know that. i would not care if he happened to disappear.”
of course, this was your exhaustion talking (mostly)
but he still cautiously laughed
“I work on that damn essay about some plant until my hand cramps and he has the audacity to give me a C?”
you rolled your eyes and sighed, looking at him
“Thanks though. Other people just told me to brush him off.” you looked at him up and down before shrugging. “You're not as bad as I once perceived you as. Do you want to blow off some steam in the library?”
he just stared at you because apparently your idea of fun was reading??
you totally read some astrology or mythology book and got him totally hooked on the topic
fast forward a few years into ab fourth / fifth year
you and draco had connected in a bond
at first it started with simple things like him accompanying you to do more “for fun” research on stuff like mythology, astrology, stuff like that
but soon he found that it was fun to play stuff like quidditch with you because you would get REALLY competitive
“Cheap move, Malfoy! Play the actual game or bail out!
“You're just mad because you're losing!”
“I’m not losing since you're only up because you're being completely cheap!”
one year he's waiting for all the ravenclaws to be seated but he like can't find you??
he didnt see you all week so finally he goes to the library himself and immediately goes to the muggle astrology section
he finds you sitting against the shelf and flipping through one that you had read together with a slightly bored face
at first you had your head down, but when you looked up he held his breath a bit
your once young face held the same maturity as your personality
your features had gotten plumper and sharper and your eyes had gotten bright
“Oh, there you are. I was starting to think that you had gotten bored of muggle books.” your smile was kind and made him gulp
“Uh...”
“Come sit.” you patted the space next to you
“Did you know that water in the form of ice actually exists in all the planets? Draco? Can you remember how many planets there are?”
“U-Uh...”
he couldn't get words out
you stared at him
“...? Are you even listening?”
with his pale skin, it wasn't hard to see the pink that had accumulated on his cheeks
“Hm.” you smirked. “Take a picture, then. It’ll last longer.”
Hufflepuff
wait, seriously?
the yellow house?
he wondered what that said about you as a person
did this mean you were mellow and timid
because wow did your first impression say otherwise
he watched as you smiled at your apparent peers, finding his interest in you plummet a bit
what? he couldn’t help it.
his father had told him of how useless the yellow house was
but as he stared at you, his instincts said otherwise
he actually ignored you for the most part in his first year
since you know
being in hufflepuff made you weak, apparently
anyways
it was second year during a Quiddich tournament
it was a game against hufflepuff and he decided to play nasty
he knocked against the hufflepuff seeker’s broom, smirking as they lost their balance and held onto the broom with one hand
eventually they couldn’t hold on anymore and fell to the ground, effectively knocking them out temporarily
the game was cancelled and the entire hufflepuff section hurried onto the field to check on their housemate
he was conversing with his teammates until he felt a hand grab his shoulder and whip him around
“You!” the person yelling in his face was that one student that had yelled at him on the train
suddenly the curiosity for you that had been pushed back due to house stereotypes came rushing back
he barely registered the two hands gripping his shirt until you started yelling
“You cheeky little fuck! You think you can get away with that, huh? If they’re injured, I swear—” you were then pulled off by the Quiddich captain, but that didn’t stop you from thrashing around and screaming at him despite being held back
as he watched your housemates calm you down, he gulped, knowing his father wouldn’t be happy to know that the person who both intrigued and intimidated him most was a Hufflepuff
whenever he saw you in the halls you would literally just—
stop mid conversation to glare at him
you held a grudge until like year four lmaooo
finally, one weekend you ran into each other at hogsmeade when trying to weave through a crowded area
he looked at you for a moment and stood confused on why you looked so familiar
but he had a unique appearance, so you recognized him as the kid that couldn't play quidditch without playing dirty
“Oh.”
he stared at you
‘oh’? what was that supposed to mean?
“Hm. Don't you still play Quidditch?”
he looked at you oddly
“Yes, in fact.”
“Oh. Well, have you learned to play fairly, at least?”
oh shit
thats why you looked so familiar
you were the person who had basically spat in his face at that one quidditch game
he gulped
you had certainly ‘grown up’ since the last time he saw you
“I-I am just better than others. I won't apologize for that.”
“Haha, alright. You know, I think Harry Potter actually knows how to play with the skills he has!”
and with that you just walked away
he acted on instinct, so he quickly followed you
“Hey! Potter wouldn't know skill if it hit him in the face!”
he spent the entire trip just basically trying to tell you how he was better
blah blah Jealous Boy ™ you get the gist
funnily enough, that actually sparked your friendship
it started by you simply teasing him for his overwhelming (self absorbed) pride
whenever you two would go on hogsmeade trips together, you would imitate him and say stuff like “Potter! Potter! I’m so much better than him!” in your best Draco voice
as he spent more time with the person who had literally screamed in his face the in first and second encounter he had with you, he realized that there was a reason he initially noticed you in the first place
he dreaded his fathers reaction when he would put the pieces together and realize that not only was his son in love,
They arrived around noon and all four anxious to get off that plane.
Sam had his infamous gear on to protect himself from sun rays. Star did not hesitate to leave the plane, she pretty much ran off. Once in the terminal Sam and Alyssa were left by Michael as he ran towards Star. In the distance they saw him get rejected, and her hand come into contact with his face. He stood there in the middle of a passing crowd, and she walked off quickly.
Just made a jackass of himself...again.
Sam and Alyssa approached him and he looked as if he were to break down and cry. But he didn't, he just walked onto the luggage pick up area. As did Sam and Alyssa. They just kept quiet the whole time and planned on going back to the hotel they previously stayed in.
After gathering their luggage Sam tried to get Michael to go to the hotel with them. But he said no and he wanted to be alone. Said he would go back to his apartment. Then he walked off with his luggage...
Sam sighed as he looked at Alyssa and with their luggage headed to the hotel. Soon enough they were at the familiar hotel and oddly enough had the same room. They quickly made their selves at home and got ready for bed. They cuddled together and drifted to sleep.
Sam was feeling pretty bad for both Michael and Star!
