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[tsumu-senpai]

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[tsumu-senpai]

When Rin knows you are the one

Warning- swearing (a lil). Genre- fluff (little angst, but very sweet imo, also self indulgent) Itoshi Rin x Gn!Reader

Rin is on the field, breath heaving, his goal just missed the net.

His fate is sealed, as the whistle blows. The shrill sounds pierces his ears. He wants to wince. But he can’t, he can’t physically bring himself to do anything really now.

The adrenaline is still pumping up in his blood, his eyes are wide, tongue out, drooling too, perhaps. His heart is beating too fast, he feels that it might jump from his body anytime.

But all Rin knows, is that he is not enough. The voices in his head, are extra cruel, today, they scream and scream the same wretched sentence.

Not enough, before, not enough, years later.

It seems he can never be good enough, for himself, for his brother sae, and for his love, you.

The rest of the ceremony, is a blur for him.

He is blank, when the reporters ask him questions about today’s match. He doesn’t remember if he even answered them or not. Not that he genuinely cares.

Rin

No response

Rin? Hey?

You touch his cheek tenderly, caressing them so carefully, as if he was a small baby. And he would start crying, if poked, a little too hard.

Your touch, awakens rin. It brings him back to his senses.

Rin?

Yea?

Are you okay?

Hmm? Oh yea..

The last thing Rin remembers is standing on the field and now he is in locker room, and you are Infront of him.

Touching and tracing his cheek with your thumb. Holding him so delicately, that he might break in less than a second.

Rin, before he can think anything, just gives in and bend his head towards your touch. Reveling in it. He has long given up fighting against his yearning for you. He knows, he can never win against you, so why bother? He can feel your soft fingers, the headache pounding in his head, making him feel heavier by each second.

His hands come up, to hold your hands on his cheek, and he can’t help up but take comfort in whatever he has been given. He will accept whatever you give him. Even if it’s a single drop of water in this parched existence of his.

You hold Rin’s hands and lead him towards the car. You open the gate and let him inside. Tucking his seatbelt in. The car ride is silent. Before he knows, you had driven him to your shared house.

You lead him by his hands, held tightly, to the house, opening the door, and leading him with slow pace.

You make him seat on the chair in the kitchen. And pour him a glass of water.

Here, drink, love

It seems like Rin, has lost its sense of world, again, just like, it was when sae, truly left him all alone.

Rin can’t help but feel everything, too much if it, too intense and too loud. He is feeling too much and too fast, he can’t neither comprehend it nor slow it down.

It seems like his world only gets a little quiet and give him tad bit of peace when you touch him. You are his only relief and Rin had known this fact for a quite long time now.

You help Rin drink his water.

Rin is awakened from his pity, when you make him look at you. Your hands on both side of his face. Cupping his face, and staring at him.

Chin up, Rin

You press his cheeks a little, forming a small pout on his face. Resulting in a ghost of smile forming on your lips.

And then you leave,

Oh yes, you leave

Rin, doesn’t even stop you, he knew, you would leave him too one day, just like sae, because he was nothing but a sore loser. He lost sae. And he is losing you now.

His eyes doesn’t even follow you, he just sits, with his hands on his lap, utterly defeated, and closes his eyes.

He feels, your touch again,

A soft voice asking him to open his eyes.

Rin, jolts awake, he was very sure, he was losing you, but no?

You came back?

You had to go and do something far far worse for him. You had to completely break him. You didn’t want him to have a healthy heart, he is very sure now. Rin always knew, you were dangerous for him. But it seems like you had surpassed all your limits, this time.

There you were, standing with a cake in your hands. A cake, he can tell, that is made by you. A f*cking cake? After he lost a match? Have you lost your mind? It seems so. Afterall, Rin was never really sure if his half baked idiot even had one?

But surely? This can’t be right? What are you even celebrating? The loser Itoshi Rin?

The cake is simple, topped with chocolate icing, flowers in corner with cherries.

You decided this was not enough and decided to pull out your K.O move.

“I am proud of you”

Written, with a small heart beside it.

Rin doesn’t know what to say. It seems like you did the unimaginable and brought Itoshi Rin’s mind to a halt. You surely deserves a reward for this feat! He feels like he can’t ever recover from this scene either.

There is silence. Pin drop silence. His eyes are glued to the cake. Wide and round. It seems like his childhood happiness found its way back to him.

His mouth remains open, but not a single sound comes out of it. It appears like he is afraid, that he will ruin this, again, by doing something half-baked, just like he did it everytime.

But his heart betrays him, a tear slips down from his eye.

Then one more

One more

And rin can’t stop.

The waterfall had begun.

He tries to wipe his tears away, to close his eyes, to hide his true vulnerable, hurt self away. From you. First you see him lose, and now you are seeing him loosing himself in front of you. He can’t let this happen.

But he fails, here too. He thinks.

You take his hands and bring them to your waist. Cupping his face, you gently wipe out his tears. Each tear is replaced with a kiss. Small, airy, fleeting kisses. Feather light kisses, he can’t feel whether he is even crying anymore, your kisses seems to engulf all of his sadness and tears. Till there is nothing left, but small and lovely presence of your lips on his now damp skin.

After a while, you held out his cake in your hands. - I am proud of you - stares right in Rin’s face. He still isn’t sure whether it’s mocking him or not.

You speak, gently, as if carefully choosing your words.

We are celebrating today. Not because you lost or because you won.

You made me so proud today. You might think, winning is necessary and you are lukewarm if you don’t win.

But, for me you had your greatest victory today.

You know why, Rin?

Silence.

Rin speaks up after a while, in the smallest voice you could ever imagine

Why? (🥹)

Because, my love, you gave everything you had in yourself today.

When you win, it doesn’t necessarily mean, you gave your all. But today, I know, I could see it, I felt it in my bones, Rin. How you pushed yourself past your limits and how hard you worked for it.

For every second, you were there in the field, I could see how you played with your life on the line.

And my love, that is the greatest victory in my eyes.

To give your all.

And you did it.

And for that, today we will celebrate you. Like you always had deserved to be.

This loss doesn’t define you, infact, it lays steps for your next victory. For an even stronger itoshi Rin. Someone, for whom, the world isn’t ready, yet.

My dear, Rinnie, I am very, very proud of you.

Now come, your ochazuke is also waiting for you .

Rin is stunned. He seems like he has lost everything and suddenly gained everything the world could offer him. Your love, your unconditional devotion and adoration.

He realises, he will deliberately lose 100 matches, to get this love from you.

Matches be damned! No win is more worthy than your doting love.

He has never experienced this type of love, this type of warmth ever. (Ever since his bastard of a brother abandoned him, anyway)

Rin doesn’t reply. But his eyes does. It seems like he can’t get enough of tears today.

He thinks, it must be spell from you. You have always been bewitching afterall.

Rin looks at you once, he needs to be sure you are sincere.

And he stares into your eyes, with his teary doe eyes and blurry vision. But even with it, he can clearly make out, your eyes, filled with warmth and fondness for him. Your eyes shine like stars, like stars, who present themselves only for him.

Rin says nothing, but he blows out the candle. He takes the knife and cut a small piece from the cake.

He takes the piece and offers it to you.

Rin sees your smile, wide and beautiful. He doesn’t know when a smile creeps up on his face too. It seems like his body is not in his control today, after all.

He places his arm on both side of you, hugging you, caging you beneath him.

Your hands reach his back, patting him softly.

Your head rests on his chest, his heart has slowed down. Rin feels, he can finally breathe. The voices have run away, hiding somewhere, his mind is clearer and quieter. There is this warmness in his chest, he can’t really explain.

You both remain in each other arms for a long time, swaying a little, on the beats of love, only you both can hear.

A melody, of two hearts, made for each other, beating for each other and can listen to each other only.

Rin, in that very moment decides, it will only be you for all his lifetimes. Not just this one, but for anytime, he exists, in any form, he will find you and make you his.

His heart will only beat for you

He feels, him and you were made from same stars.

It’s only fair, to always be together, till the end of many and any worlds.

Hi guys, ik it’s a little long. I hope you all like it tho!!!! I spent a lot of time on this.

Also REBLOGS, LIKES AND COMMENTS (specially comments) are highly appreciated 💗

It motivates me to write even more!!! Do tell me how you liked it!!

ALSO REQ ARE OPENED…

[kleinflx]

JUST BECAUSE — i . sae .

sae itoshi always had money.

even when you were younger, he was never exactly poor. maybe he was weirder than other kids, harsh too, but never poor. then going pro in football happened.

suddenly sae became the kind of person who bought things without checking the price first. expensive watches sitting carelessly on his wrist, first class flights, one night hotel stays that costed 20x more than your apartment, restaurants with menus that didn’t have numbers printed clearly beside the dishes.

flowers were nothing to him.

there was nothing strange about sae buying flowers, he could afford them easily. pretty bouquets wrapped neatly in paper of your favorite color.

the question was,

why was it always you receiving them ?

the first time it happened was on your birthday.

you weren’t doing anything special that year. you only decided to have dinner with family and a lazy afternoon spent at home because most of your friends were busy. sae texted you pretty early apologizing because he couldn’t make it back in time.

sae : busy, sorry.

it was expected, you didn’t take it personally anymore. you shouldn’t.

sae was always somewhere else these days, different countries, different schedules, different timezones. you met sae when you were both young, even back then people would already interview him. but still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed.

but then the flowers arrived.

a bouquet of your favorite flowers tied carefully together with pale ribbons you never mentioned liking out loud. there was no note attached except for your name written neatly on the delivery card.

you stared at them for a long time, before immediately calling him.

sae answered after the third ring. “what?”

it had to be sae. the flowers screamed expensive and pricey. something sae would purchase. “did you seriously send me flowers?”

“they arrived?”

“obviously.” you almost laughed.

“okay.”

you waited but he never continued talking, “that’s it?”

“what else do you want me to say?”

you smiled despite yourself, sitting cross legged on the floor beside the bouquet. “thank you sae.”

you can hear a sigh from the other line, then quietly, “happy birthday.”

after that, the flowers kept coming.

it only happened once a month. random deliveries appearing at your door while sae lived at the opposite side of the world. you’d sometimes receive flowers after important matches, sometimes after long periods without seeing each other.

it honestly made no sense why he was constantly giving you flowers. you’ve tried reasoning out that maybe he misses you, but even then. that answer doesn’t feel complete.

the flowers changed constantly too.

soft colored roses one month, then white tulips on the next. bouquets filled with colors so pretty they looked fake underneath your apartment lighting. and somehow they were always flowers you liked. despite the fact that you don’t remember telling him your preferences for flowers.

you asked him about it once during a phone call.

“how do you even know what flowers i like?”

“you talk a lot.”

“no…? i swear i don’t!”

sae hummed absentmindedly from the other side. “stupid. you kept staring at them once.”

“what?”

“do you remember that shop we passed by?”

you blinked in surprise. you two passed by a flower shop months ago, only looking at the flowers displayed outside for a bit before continuing your walk. you barely remembered it yourself.

“you remember that?”

“yeah.”

eventually the flowers became normal enough that your friends stopped reacting whenever deliveries showed up.

“this is kinda romantic.” one of them started carefully while staring at the newest bouquet sitting on your table.

you nearly choked on your drink. “no? it’s sae.”

“exactly!”

you rolled your eyes even while your chest tightened slightly. because no matter how many flowers sae bought you, romance still felt impossible to imagine with him.

sae was difficult to read, and affection from him came confusing. but still, the flowers kept arriving.

somehow, they became more frequent. not monthly anymore, but every time you saw him.

sae would appear at your apartment carrying another bouquet. sometimes he handed them to you silently while walking inside, sometimes they were already waiting in his passenger seat before picking you up somewhere.

and so you started buying more vases because of him.

your apartment slowly filled with flowers in different corners. the kitchen counter, near the windows, beside your bed. soft colors everywhere, making your white space look colorful with a smell faintly sweet all the time.

sae noticed immediately the first time he visited after you rearranged them all. his eyes moved around your apartment quietly before landing on another bouquet sitting near the television.

“so you kept them.”

“the flowers?” you frowned slightly. “ofcourse i would.”

he stared at the flowers a second longer before looking away again. “some of them are dead.”

“dead flowers are also pretty.” you walked over to fix one of the vases absentmindedly. “they’re all pretty.”

sae watched you quietly after that. his expression turned strange sometimes whenever you handled the flowers he bought. there was something quieter in his face whenever he caught you trimming the stems carefully or changing the water every few days.

like he was seeing something he wanted to touch but didn’t know how to.

the realization hit you fully one evening while the two of you stood inside your kitchen together.

another bouquet rested against the counter waiting to be arranged. chinese roses, your favorite lately after mentioning them once in passing conversation nearly three weeks ago.

sae stood beside you silently while loosening the sleeves of his shirt, watching you cut the stems one by one. the entire apartment felt calm in the quiet way it always did around him. just soft clinking glass and running water.

then you opened your mouth, “sae.”

“hm?”

you glanced toward him. “why do you keep buying me flowers?”

he looked at you, lifting his eyebrows not really expecting that kind of question, “because i can.”

“no.. that’s not really what i mean.”

“then ask properly.”

you sighed softly, “i’m asking, why is it me?”

sae’s eyes shifted toward the flowers spread across your apartment slowly, almost thoughtful. there were so many now that even he probably noticed how excessive it looked.

“i’m not saying i don’t appreciate it—” you murmured. “you just never buy anyone else flowers so..”

“i don’t want to.”

“sae.”

he clicked his tongue quietly after that, gaze dropping toward the counter.

for a second, he almost looked nervous.

“when i’m somewhere else,” he started slowly, “i see things that remind me of you.” sae looked irritated saying it aloud.

“flowers?”

“sometimes.”

“…sometimes?”

he glanced at you briefly. “colors, places.” another pause. “flowers.”

you stared at him quietly, starting to understand what he’s trying to tell you.

“then i buy them,” he continued. “because it’s easier than thinking about you all the time.”

the kitchen suddenly felt too warm.

sae exhaled softly through his nose before looking away again, “it’s annoying.”

“what is?”

“you." he stops and think for a second before continuing, "i’ll be in another country and still think about you... like how i see flowers and wonder if they’d look good in your apartment.”

you looked around slowly at all the bouquets filling your home. we’re each bouquet of flowers a sign you didn’t notice?

he finally looked directly at you then, sharp eyes quieter than usual.

“i’m in love with you.”

your breath caught somewhere painfully in your chest. sae watched your expression carefully, shoulders tense enough to reveal how serious he actually was despite how calm he sounded.

“say something,” he muttered eventually.

you blinked once. “you bought me an entire flower shop before confessing?”

his face twisted immediately. “don’t make it weird.”

you laughed softly before you could stop yourself. he frowned at the sound, though his shoulders relaxed slightly afterward.

“i didn’t know how else to do it.”

and that was more romantic than the flowers themselves.

[tsumu-senpai]

Fav trope: just because I can…

To be loved because of love..

[tsumu-senpai]

YALLL I HAVE REALLY FLUFFFY SWEET IDEAS BUT I JUST HOPE I HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO COMPLETE THEM

My DESIRE FOR WRITING PERFECTLY REALLY DELAYS IT YK😭😭😭😭😭

[tsumu-senpai]

Hi oh my god ur sae fic was so good and i saw that u were looking for requests sooo how would u feel about isagi having a wet dream about reader???

HI LOVE,

I am so SORRY, for delaying it.

I was on and off here for a long time. And then i wrote it but i was never fully satisfied by it. BUT I REALLY DID IT NOW. I hope you like it ✨🥰

Thanks for req 💗💗💗

HERE IS YOUR REQ

[tsumu-senpai]

Isagi having wet dream

MINOR DNI, 18+ , fem reader

Yoi~ichi~

Isagi can hear his name sweetly dipped in your voice, before he can see anything, before he can feel anything. Before, he tries to find you.

You always seem to stretch out his name when you moan.

Ahh~ Ahh~ yo~iii~chiii

The three syllable, in your sweet, honey dipped, sultry voice. He can feel how each syllable hit his body, one by one.

He can hear your high pitched moans again, and this time he open his eyes. And he swears this is what heaven must feels like.

You, naked, on top of him.

He blinks, again, faster. To see you, fully, clearly, to burn this sight in his mind.

You sitting on his thighs.

You have decided to not be shy today. Your body is displayed, for him, only him, in its full glory. Silky smooth supple skin pressed softly on his body.

Your warm, tight pussy stretched on his cock. He can feel the wetness, the tightness, and the warmth he knows only you can provide him.

Y/n~ hm

Ichi~ finally awake, baby?

Yea, sweets

He gets up sitting straighter. Still cradling you on his lap, delicately . He adjusts him self to sit straight and his hands resting on your ass. His hands kneads your ass, not being able to resist it, and gives a light spank.

Couldn’t wait, hmm, pretty?

Uh huh, Ichi

He makes his way to kiss you, show you how needy he is, for you, yes, only for you.

He wishes he could pour all his desires, all the feelings he has for you, in the kiss, hoping, you would feel, even if it’s a teeny tiny amout, of his heavy warm heart that have decided to beat, solely for you . He wishes, you do realise it, he wants you to carry this sweet burden too, after all.

He kisses you, slowly, like trying to devour every breath of yours, every single twitch, every movement, every moan and finally, you, fully.

But he is greedy. A kiss is not enough for him.

He wants you. He bucks his hips, going even deeper in you, stretching you out. Making space for himself in you.

Your breath hitches,

Agh~ ichi ~ more,

He helps you ride him, hips buckling, beasts jiggling, up and down, up and down, tantalising him.

Your hypnotic moans, of his name

Ichi~ yoi~ chan~ fuck

Plap~ plap~ plap~

That’s all he could hear. That’s all he wants to hear forever.

Your pussy grips him so so hard, he wishes it never leaves him. He wishes he stays inside you forever, why would he want to go back into real world, when he can just stay buried inside you.

In your warmth, in your juicy pussy.

Y/n~

Hmm

Faster, baby

Hmm, Ichi, gonna make you cum baby~

Ahh~nghh

Y/n~ just there, keep going.

He stammers, trying to push himself even deeper, if he could.

Yes baby~ cum for me

And as soon as he is about to give you his sweet pretty load of his love,

RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

the alarm rings.

It’s shrill sound, pierces him, his head, his dream, his sweet release and his taste of you, his true undoing.

And isagi, wakes up, breathing hard, all disoriented, his vision still burned with your sight, and precum stained on his boxers.

It is a moment of utmost shame for him. But all he can think about is you, his sweet y/n.

He feels it, your ghostly touch, that is still haunting his body, shaking and terrorising his mind.

His hands automatically moves around, searching for you, to pull you against him, just once more, to taste you, to lick you, to bury himself in you. To make you his, again and again.

But there is no one except his fantasy of you. His room lingers with his yearning to be with you, to be one with you.

Perhaps, he should go downstairs, to make his dream come true.

Hi, y’all, I really hope you all like it.

Req are open, but it will take me time to respond. Hope it’s okay!!!

[hugosaegf]

this is so fucking disgusting. rin would never do this btw

guys please report and block this person. this behavior is absolutely gross and disgusting. it's so gross to think that this person thinks it's okay to write this type of stuff.

they write all sorts of stuff of bllk characters raping, abusing, drugging, etc. the reader. i usually try to mind my business when it comes to dark content, but this is just too far.

[tsumu-senpai]

GUYS I AM AFRAID THERE IS ONE MORE ACC. It goes by slutreputation

now it’s shidou raping someone

My previous comments on that post for asking proper warnings were deleted.

I can’t get it but I do understand some people like dark content, but proper warnings like non con, r*pe should be given and properly highlighted.

[tsumu-senpai]

Guys HELP ME

There is this fic I was reading.

It’s w Sukuna and reader ignored ignored everyone for 7 or more years and then she comes back!!!???

Apparently she had mental health problems …

SUKUNA AND READER ARE CHILDHOOD BFF AND

it had everyone in fix. Toji had megumi of 3 years and alllllll.

YUJII MAKES FUJ OF SUKUNA FOR HIS BELLY LMAOOO

PLEASEEEE PLEASEE HELP ME FIND IT.

I hate how Tumblr shows every fic except the one you want to read !!!!!!

[bloomseishiro]

CHICKEN SHOP DATE | RIN

౨ৎ — you meet itoshi rin for a date in a chicken shop. cue the greasy food, loud fryers, and awkward questions! after all, what’s a first date without mild discomfort from both parties? 

itoshi rin x fem!reader. pro soccer player!rin x interviewer!reader. i’ve recently been introduced to the joy that is chicken shop date (i love amelia omfg) and i immediately knew i needed that but make it blue lock LOLLL here it is ;3 

word count. 1.9k

The smell of greasy chicken and french fries flood your senses as you open the box of freshly fried fast food placed on the table in between you and your date for today, Itoshi Rin. The professional soccer star famous for his destruction on the field, and his unwillingness to foster any human connection off of it. 

How your team had managed to convince him to appear on your “date” was a mystery to you, but you knew better than to turn down a chance at interviewing a striker from the Blue Lock experiment. Especially one in such high demand as Rin. 

With the cameras rolling, you clear your throat and give Rin your best awkward smile, ready for the show to begin. “Hi.”

He doesn’t reply, instead glancing between you and the food in front of him, a slight look of disdain never leaving his face as he simply nods in acknowledgement. 

Perfect.

“I hear you’re a Virgo,” you state, taking a fry and slowly nibbling on it. Rin makes a face at the mention of astrology, but you don’t let it deter you. “They’re known for being practical and meticulous. A logical perfectionist. Basically, everything you’re not.” 

At your bluntness, he lets out a quiet snort. You hide a smile. No one is immune to this ridiculous bit of a date. He’d crack soon enough.

“Instead, you’re known for being chaotic and destructive. A complete monster on the field.”

He shrugs.

“Were you always like that?” 

For a minuscule moment, you fear Rin will spend this entire date being silent and leaving you no choice but to scrap this whole episode. But to your surprise, he eventually responds. “No. But that was before I discovered my true ego.” 

You blink. “Okay. Are you going to…elaborate?”

“No.”

“Okay.” 

As the two of you stay silent for a period of time long enough to be considered uncomfortable, the camera pans to the fryer while more chicken nuggets get dipped inside the searing hot grease. 

Deciding Rin’s lack of reaction must mean he can take the heat more than normal guests, you allow your next questions to be slightly more unhinged from the get-go. 

“How many other girls are you texting right now?” you ask suddenly, cracking open your favorite soda and taking a long, slow and calculated sip. 

His brows furrow after being asked a completely out of left field question. “Other girls?”

You nod, pursing your lips together and giving him the haughty expression of a jealous girlfriend barely bothering to hide her said jealousy. 

“None.”

“Boys, then?” 

Rin shakes his head again. “Maybe my manager. I don’t text people.”

Puffing your chest up, you smile. “So, what I’m hearing is it’s only me you’re talking to right now.”

“Not by choice.” 

You almost break character at the roast, but you somehow manage to keep a straight face. This date reminds you of your real life ones. Always with the hot trash men who don’t give a single shit about you. Exactly your type. “Romantic.”

“Okay.” 

“Tell me your best pick up line.” 

“I don’t use those,” he deadpans. “There’s no one I like.” 

You take a deliberate bite of your chicken nugget and swallow before replying, “Nice. That’s what every girl on a date wants to hear.”

“This isn’t a date.”

“What do you mean?” you demand dramatically, placing your hand over your chest as if you were wounded. “This is a date.” 

Rin shrugs instead of answering. 

You continue on with the original question. “Well, theoretically then, if you did like someone and wanted to get their attention, what would you say?” 

He thinks for a moment, nose scrunched in thought. “Don’t know. Hi, maybe? I don’t think I really need to try.”

This time, you are unable to hide the tiny chortle that escapes your lips. This guy is really something else. “No, I suppose not. What about some advice for the people out there who are not hot soccer stars with people falling at their feet?” 

Rin takes a sip of his bottled water. “Just become one.” 

You shove a fry in your mouth to hide a smile. Seriously, who the hell is this guy? His audacity is one to rival your own, but it doesn’t even seem like he’s playing it up for the cameras. 

“Oh, I see!” you say, eyes wide as if you just had a life changing revelation. “This is the big ego you mentioned earlier.”

He blinks. “What?”

You gesture for the cameraman to pan to the worker at the register instead of answering him.

“What would you say your type is?” You sit up straighter in your chair, tilting your head to one side and fluttering your lashes in an exaggerated, flirtatious manner.

Rin eyes you questioningly. “Is there something in your eye?” 

You immediately stop the fluttering.

He gingerly passes you a napkin from the table. “Here.” 

Begrudgingly, you accept the paper thin, rough napkin that only a cheap fast food joint would carry and dab at your eye for no real reason. “Thanks.” 

He nods.

“So, your type?” you try again with the question. 

Rin sighs, as if you’re troubling him with having to think of answers to such trivial questions. Which, to him, you probably are. “No one, ideally.”

“Great start.” 

“If I had to pick,” he forces himself to continue, “probably someone quiet. Who leaves me alone. Doesn’t text me or call me or bother me while I’m playing soccer.” 

“That’s crazy. You literally just described me.” 

The indifferent expression on his face cracks as he looks at you in complete disbelief. “Really?”

“Really.” Not really. “I could be like a plant if you wanted me to. Won’t talk, won’t move, maybe just breathe occasionally. You could totally ignore me for soccer for weeks on end. Perfect match, right?” 

He snorts. “Right. More like, if you were a plant, you’d be a fern. Need constant attention. They die if you don’t water them daily.” 

How he clocked you after only having met you an hour ago? Not a clue. But you would never admit that he was right to him. 

“If you were a plant, you’d be the one that immediately shrivels up and closes when you touch it.” You reach out with a fry and try to poke his hand over the table. 

That earns an eye roll out of Rin as he flicks the fry away. “I’m not afraid of being touched.”

Raising your eyebrows, you don’t even bother to smother the giant smirk on your face. “Oh, really now? Sorry, but I think we need at least two more dates before that.” 

He scowls once he realized the implications of his words. “Shut up.” 

Being the kind host you are, you choose not to comment on the light flush of pink on his cheeks. Your smug grin however, grows even wider.

“I don’t like talking about my exes with my current date,” you say bashfully, “but, since you’re former teammates and all… Do you know if Reo still talks about me?” 

Rin takes another sip of water, deliberately ignoring the food in front of him. “I heard him mention you maybe once.” 

Flipping your hair over your shoulder, you act pleased at the news. “I see. Poor thing. I’ve been known to leave a lasting impression. I get it, you know? But he really has to learn how to let me go.”

“Sure.”

You almost sigh at his lack of interest, but you don’t genuinely take his attitude to heart. Reo was a great guest for this date, but even you could sense Rin’s personality was completely different. The date was definitely something out of his comfort zone. 

“I hear you have a brother,” you ask chirpily. 

Given your extensive research, you know the eldest Itoshi brother was a sore spot for Rin, but from what you could tell, it seems their hatred has dissolved into more of a rivalry. Totally normal sibling stuff. Which means, totally fair game for you. 

Rin wrinkles his nose. “Yes.”

“Do you talk to him?” 

“Not frequently, but yes.”

You grin. “Then, maybe, you could put in a good word for me?” you ask, giving Rin the puppy dog eyes. “I’ve been trying to ask Sae out for years now but, well, he hasn’t answered any of my messages.” 

Rin snorts, shaking his head incredulously. “You’re asking about my brother during our date?”

You pause as you squirt ketchup out onto a napkin, the uncomfortable noises of flatulence from the half-empty bottle filling the silence at the table. 

He shuffles in his chair. 

Dipping a fry into the ketchup, you plop it into your mouth before smiling at him. “So now this is a date?”

Rin’s cheeks heat up once more and you decide that is your favorite reaction of his. “No. Whatever.”

“Then will you give Sae my contact information?”

“No.”

“Isagi Yoichi?”

“Definitely no.”

“Shidou Ryusei.”

“Never.”

“Oh! How about Kunigami—”

“Just eat your fries already.”

You close your mouth and obediently dip more fries into your multitude of sauces. You sniffed haughtily, fanning yourself with your free hand. “Jeez. How did you know I like being bossed around like that?”

Rin’s face flares as he glares daggers at you. “Shut up.” 

With a giggle, you shoot him a wink. “You’re a fun date, Rin.”

“Is this done yet?”

“Nope!”

Your time together is reaching its limit and you decide on one last question to wrap this date up. 

“If you win the U-20 World Cup this year, will you dedicate your win to me?”

“No.”

You nod understandingly. “Totally get it. You probably have a list of people to go through first.”

He considers it for a moment before agreeing. 

“Can I at least be on the list?”

“Okay.”

You cheer, cracking open a new soda and taking a drink in celebration. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to get this far. Where am I on the list? Second?”

Rin shakes his head. 

“Third?”

He gives you a look as if to say, “Really?”

“How about twelfth?” you say sheepishly.

“That could be doable.”

“That’s a lot of world cups for you to win before I get my shout out…” you murmur, still in jest. “I guess that means I’ll just have to be rooting for you the whole time!” 

“Even if Sae is on the opposite team?” he grits out his brother’s name. 

You grin at the sweet taste of sibling rivalry. “Well, I haven’t met him yet. So, yes. I’d root for you even then.” 

Rin folds his arms but nods his head in acknowledgment. “Okay. Maybe I’ll move you up two spots.”

“Make it three and you have a deal. I’ll even bring you fries and chicken after you win.”

He grimaces, glancing at his untouched box of food. It’s certainly not the healthy meal made by a private chef he was probably used to. “Or, don’t bring me this…food…and you’ll move up four spots.” 

“Deal!” 

You offer your hand out for him to shake and, to your surprise, he doesn’t leave you hanging. His hand wraps around yours as he shakes it. Rin’s fingers are cold and slightly calloused, but they’re softer than you would expect.

With a small smile on your face, the date with Rin comes to an end and all you can think is… Sae definitely has to be your next interview after this.  

[tsumu-senpai]

KIND OF FICS I LOVE - made me REMEMBER WHY I STARTED LOVING READING EM

(Pookie pls make this a series w rin getting jealous of all the interviews and asking them on date) 😝😝🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[tsumu-senpai]

Are you still active since you haven't written anything in awhile?

Yea 😭😭😭😭 ima have exams soon but I will try to write more 🩵🩵

I am so happy and grateful that people do care about my writings 🥹🥹🥹🥰☺️☺️

I am prob gonna focus on small works but yea, let’s see ☺️

[tsumu-senpai]

Sakusa Kiyoomi ft Snow White 🩵

🎀 ྀིྀི,𓍯𓂃,♡ 🎀 ྀིྀི,𓍯𓂃,♡ 🎀 ྀིྀི,𓍯𓂃,♡ 🎀 ྀིྀི,𓍯

Kiyoomi knows he will never love a single person like you ever again in his whole life when he kisses you when you are sick.

That’s also the time you get to know yeah he is definitely marrying you one day

[avowteeth]

That's NOT how you kiss someone but it's okay because he's my lil autistic hb ❤️‍🩹

Inspired by neamchua post on X! :D

[tsumu-senpai]

I love rin 🩵💙❤️

[tsumu-senpai]

Send req #### :(

[tsumu-senpai]

Can you do sae mood board?

Hi, I already made one . Do check it out !! 🥰

[tsumu-senpai]

Can u please do nagi seishiro moodboard???

Pretty pleasee

Nagi Seishiro Moodboard

𓂃𓆩⠀⠀ ⊹𓈒⠀⠀ 🐰⠀⠀ 𓈒⊹ ⠀⠀𓆪𓂃

𓂃𓆩⠀⠀ ⊹𓈒⠀⠀ 🐰⠀⠀ 𓈒⊹ ⠀⠀𓆪𓂃

A little late but yea, I hope you like it 🥰

Do send me more requests !!

Reposts and likes are much appreciated <3

(None of the images belong to me. If there is any problem regarding them. Please message I will take it down. )

[tsumu-senpai]

18+ minors dni

I JUST KNOW

RIN LOVES GIVING BACKSHOTS TO YOU.

He has you on your knees and he loves absolutely loves giving deep strokes to you. He is fast enough so he can see your ass jiggling with each stroke. He loves to pressure your back a little so he can get a perfect little arch for him and see your ass above in air.

HE LOVES TO SEE ALL THAT ASS JIGGLING IN THE AIR KID YOU NOT I JUST KNOW

And he can’t help but spank your ass each time you try to lift yourself.

Just kidding he will spank you even if you don’t lift yourself up.

He loves your pinkish red ass, big and all angry red cause of him.

And when he comes, OMG THATS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES.

His cum dripping from your pussy, on your thighs and he loves smearing it on your ass. Massaging it and rubbing it as in to reward you for being so good for him

He loves giving backshots to you

[tsumu-senpai]

Imagine a touch starved rin pt 1

He is hungry for your touch. He needs to feel your skin like how the plant needs water.

He can’t start his morning without you. Without your touch, without roaming his hands on your soft supple skin. You are his most important thing in his morning routine now.

A morning without you is a bad morning.

…

Groaning, Rin wakes up, feeling irritated as he realises you are not there.

He gets up from bed and makes a beeline walk to kitchen. He is sure you are there, making him breakfast. And there you are, near the stove, making him a sandwich.

You hear Rin’s steps and before you can utter good morning, he has wrapped his hands around your waist tightly

He nuzzles his head in your neck, gently rubbing his nose on your neck. Inhaling your scent, mixed with vanilla, courtesy of your shampoo.

Good morning , love

No, good morning, bad morning, bed empty, missed you

You chuckle hearing Rin sleepy voice and his cute lil phrases to show you his disappointment

He has his hands wrapped tightly against your stomach and now he lifts your (his ) shirt and massages your stomach and waist with his big warm hands.

He kisses your neck, then nibbling under your ear and then suddenly he blows air in your ear.

You shriek, loudly, feeling it,

RINNNN WHAT THE HELL

And you turn to see him, and there he is, smiling sheepishly , seeing your annoyed face, wide eyes and a sweet pout resting on your face.

That’s for betraying the love of your life :p

(Cue: he inserts his signature tongue out of his mouth LMAO )

And yes, that’s a good morning. A very good morning, indeed, for him.