WEAKNESS!
synopsis: you're rin's only weakness.
notes: except for the emotional constipation, crazy brother issues, turning into a literal demon on field, etc etc..
as much as he loathed to admit it, itoshi rin had a weakness.
it was annoying. infuriating, even. how could he let this happen? he hated it.
"rinnie!"
rin turned his head to see you calling him cheerily, bounding towards him with a sickeningly sweet smile. you wrapped your arms around him the moment you came close enough and embraced him lovingly.
he hated it.
he hated how much his heart raced when you came close. how he was unable to say anything the minute you were standing within a 20-meter radius. how all he could do was stand there and stutter like an idiot. how did your mere presence have this much effect on him? oh, and when you talked? and touched him? don't even get him started.
it was humiliating. absolutely humiliating.
"...hi," was his only response. a brief, stiff response. he found himself unable to say more, and just let himself soak up your touch and affection. he thought it was kind of lame how he became putty in your hands, but of course, he never did anything to change it.
you ran your hands through his hair. "how was your day?"
horrible. terrible. sickening. he hadn't seen you at all day, after all. he was tired and exhausted and dead and he just wanted to cuddle with you.
"shitty."
"oh, i'm sorry, baby." you cooed. "you wanna come over? we can just hang in my room, if you want."
yes, yes, yes. more than anything in the world. that was the place he'd been yearning to be at for the whole day, and also his entire life. get him there right now. there is literally nowhere else he would rather be.
"yeah, sounds good."
the two of you walked back to your place, hand-in-hand as you rambled about your day. rin didn't say anything. he rarely did. he just liked listening.
you told him all about school and the test you had today and how you thought you did and your friends and the latest gossip and just basically everything under the sun. rin listened attentively, clinging onto your every word, occasionally giving a nod or a soft grunt of acknowledgment. your voice never failed to calm him down, and it was one of his favorite things in the world.
once you were in your room, you and rin ended up on your bed, legs and hearts intertwined. you laid your head on his chest and continued to talk about anything that came to mind, with rin occasionally adding in small commentary to let you know he was listening.
as rin played with your hair soothingly, he could tell that you were getting sleepier and sleepier. rin, ever the observant analytic, could always see the signs.
your words would slow and slur, your body would get pliable and meltier, and you'd become more affectionate, too.
"rinnnn," you mumbled, cuddling closer, "you're so.. cute.."
his cheeks flushed pink and oh, wow, that wall looks really interesting.
"..nd, i love you sooo much," you continued, nuzzling your face into his chest, "you're my babyyy..!"
his ears turned red. visibly.
he was supposed to be stoic. cool. composed. intimidating. he had a reputation to uphold, a persona carefully constructed over years of being a distant and detached asshole. but then there was you, tearing his walls down with stupid stuff like this.
"stop saying stuff like that," he grumbled, voice low and gruff. not really because he meant it, but more because he didn’t know what else to do with himself. his heart was doing laps in his chest and his brain was buffering despite how many times you had said and done these things.
"but it's true..!" you whined with a tiny pout, wrapping your arms tighter around him, practically plastering yourself to his side. “my baby. my favorite person. my.. mmm.. my rinnie poo..”
rin almost choked.
"rinnie poo?" he repeated, eyes wide in disbelief, staring up at the ceiling like it had answers for him. "seriously?"
you giggled in response, soft and muffled against his hoodie, listing a string of other ridiculous nicknames, and he swore he could feel his soul leave his body. just for a second. just to scream into the void and come back.
“you like it,” you said smugly, eyes fluttering shut, “you totally like it. you're blushing.”
"am not."
“are toooo~”
he scowled, but it had no weight. not when your hand was resting gently over his heart and your breath was warm against his neck and your legs were tangled so tightly with his he could barely tell where you ended and he began.
he was so, so doomed.
“…shut up,” he muttered, burying his face in your hair. he inhaled deeply. you always smelled like home. like safety. like every soft thing he never knew he craved until he met you. "go to sleep, dumbass."
your breathing was evening out now, slower and deeper, but your grip on him was still firm. like you needed him close, even in your sleep. like letting go wasn’t an option.
he loved that. god, he loved that so much it hurt.
"i love you, itoshi rin.."
he let himself smile softly. kissing your hair and rubbing your back, he mumbled out a small,
"i love you too."
but you were already asleep. you didn't hear it.
but that was okay. you'd hear it tomorrow. and the day after. and for the rest of your life.
itoshi rin had a weakness.
but since it was you, he really didn't mind one bit.
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