The media loved you because you know the soccer prodigy, Sae Itoshi, and happen to be his twin sister. All it took was one paparazzi photo of you and your twin brother walking down the street to go viral.
They found your social media account and are now building a management team to support you and attracting brand deals that want you as their logo. Yeah, it's crazy of what the media can do when they like someone.
You have been canceled a couple of times for being too honest and saying whatever comes to your mind but just like social media, everyone moves on and finds a way to love about you.
For example, you will have the most out-of-pocket comebacks when someone tries to make fun of you or your brothers. Your fan base does thirst traps of you on TikTok, from funny moments of what you will say or do.
Right now, you're getting popular again for defending your little brother, Rin, because a random soccer player tried to talk shit about him, but of course hes about to have his ego destroyed by you.
" Rin will never win, that's what he gets for thinking hes the bigger person in soccer. " brags the player as he tries to flex that hes a bad boy and a hard soccer player to defeat
Then a click shows you getting interviewed, all glammed up and having a pretty resting bitch face before you bruised that man's ego.
" I don't remember seeing him on the field or in the World Cup final game? "
BOOM
"The only position you know how to play is a benchwarmer."
ANOTHER BOOM
"Clearly Rin knows hes the bigger than the program, and bitch clearly YOU'RE the BIGGER person here from always being a bench warmer and gotten so comfortable that you don't know how to run or play soccer."
BOOM
So, pretty much you're the IT girl right now and have really high maintenance and standards.
Your twin, on the other hand, doesn't care as long as you're not in his way and yet here you are living in the same apartment, having the master bedroom for all your stuff.
He did not care one bit till the problem showed up on his phone, Bunny Iglesias SAYS [NAME] ITOSHI IS HIS ONLY TYPE. He was pissed, and for once, he acted like an overprotective brother and told you to avoid that lukewarm bastard.
Bunny Iglesias just knew he had to have you, so beautiful, confident, bitchy, and always brutally honest, he wants you to ruin his ego and make his life a living hell
Bunny Iglesias now started practicing in the same stadium as your twin brother, just to hope he can see you
Bunny Iglesias is disappointed to find out that Sae refuses you to go to his practice to attract more attention
Bunny Iglesias who finds out that you will be attending to the SOCCER GALA as Saes plus one and lets his PR team know that he will now go
Bunny Iglesias is interviewed by a reporter, says he can't wait to meet you, and gives his signature pose to the camera
Bunny Iglesias who was breathless when he saw you in that dress and the makeup/hair done so perfectly on you. The brand made sure that you and your twin matched outfits
Bunny Iglesias who was no better than any of the other soccer players, was when you were giving your cunty model walk to your reserved seats, the camera captured his heading following you as well as other players too
Bunny Iglesias smirked to himself when his table was a few numbers away from you and your twin
Bunny Iglesias waits, he doesn't rush to meet you yet, he just laughs at the soccer players who try to get your attention, some even try to make conversation with Sae, but of course your twin tells every single one of them to fuck off
Bunny Iglesias acts now when Sae was announced to head up to the stage, that seat was empty
Bunny Iglesias, who frowns in disgust when soccer player Michael Kaiser took the seat before him, sees him wrap one arm around your seat and the other taking your hand and giving it a kiss on the knuckles
Bunny Iglesias, whose fingertips were turning a bit white from the pressure he's putting on the table, sees Michael Kaiser whispering so close to your ear and his lips covered by your long red hair, then gives a glare when you return the conversation by whispering in his ear while covering your mouth to avoid the camera capturing your lips
You asked Michael to teach you German, so he was testing your learning skills by only speaking his mother's language and helping you pronounce and say it correctly
Bunny Iglesias who frowns even more when he sees that you giggled a bit while covering your smile from Michael's compliment on your German
Bunny Iglesias gets irritated by the many people in his way, from getting close to you
Bunny Iglesias secretly keeps an eye on you from afar and sees that you stepped out the back to get some fresh air from everyone
Bunny Iglesias seeing you're trying to bend down to fix your loose heel from falling, but the dress was to tight
Bunny Iglesias who smirked to himself, finally gets his chance
Bunny Iglesias greeted himself and offered to lend a hand
Bunny Iglesias compliments that pretty girls like you shouldn't have to fix a heel and that it's a man's job
Bunny Iglesias who makes you sit down as he softly kneels on one knee and guides your heel on his big, muscular thigh
Bunny Iglesias couldn't help but kiss your foot while making eye contact with you
Bunny Iglesias who smirks when you don't make a reaction, of course, you expect it for a man to kneel in front of you
Bunny Iglesias offers a hand when you stand up and thank him for the help
Bunny Iglesias didn't let go of your hand as he tried to court you
Bunny Iglesias who laughs to himself as your twin, comes to interrupt him from doing anything further and pushes off from you, standing in front of him
Bunny Iglesias laughs and simply says that he will see you later
Bunny Iglesias started following you on social media and liked your recent post, which featured your outfit and the caption was in German, so he translated it to which it said all dolled up
Bunny Iglesias commented, saying, "dolled up for me to court you," which blew up the internet, and before you know it, fans were making edits of you and Bunny Iglesias, even photoshopping Bunny into Kaiser's face when he was whispering into your ear, which he left a like on.
Bunny Iglesias who bumps into you as you are on your way to the hair salon, and deadass canceled his plans on his PR team, a man should 'carry your bags', which he offers
Bunny Iglesias who sits near you as you are getting your hair done and finally has a conversation with you
Bunny Iglesias tries his best to speak in Japanese, laughs at his face, and replies back in Spanish, saying,' You said that you like my brother.'
Bunny Iglesias laughs at himself from a slight embarrassment for saying that and compliments your Spanish, saying its so perfect like you
Bunny Iglesias who paid your hairstylist and left a PHAT tip for not kicking him out
Bunny Iglesias who courted you and tricked you into getting lunch with him alone in a private restaurant to get to know you better
That lunch date turned into a 3-hour conversation
Bunny Iglesias eyes never left yours as he noticed that you weren't going to reveal more about yourself, which Bunny says is fine because he will take you out on more dates to get to know you better
Bunny Iglesias takes you to a hill to watch the sunset fall, but like I said, his eyes never left you
Bunny Iglesias who played it smart and took his phone out to help you take your picture with the sunset, turned into a lecture of how terrible his photo skills are.
Bunny Iglesias walked you back into your apartment, because that's what real men do, and never let a woman walk home all by herself
Bunny Iglesias who simply asked a kiss on the cheek , in which you tilted your head a bit expecting him to ask for your number or something more in return
Bunny Iglesias closed the gap between you caging you against the door and himself lifting your head with one hand so you make eye contact with him
Bunny Iglesias who smirked a bit when you whispered so quietly," Is this the part where you kiss me "
Bunny Iglesias tilted his head and bent down a bit to kiss you so softly and slowly, but you opened the door and pulled back, preventing him from kissing you, and said maybe another day when he 'deserves it'
Bunny Iglesias, who smirked and laughed a bit and kissed your knuckles, said that he would wait till you're ready, and left when you went inside your apartment. It was like 11:23 pm
Bunny Iglesias smiles like an idiot because he wanted to kiss you so badly, but he fell right into your trap, and now he wants more
Bunny Iglesias posted one of the pictures he took of you on the hill, it's a blurry of you and him, no caption, just the post
That blew up and got over a million likes, and the internet went wild even more when you liked it and commented, saying you still stuck at taking pictures.
cw. gn reader. fluff ﾉ sfw. rin is a professional footballer in this. he has merchandise. inspired by the small rin plushie that i bought recently lol!
word count. around 750 words. ︵ ⊹ return to masterlist.
“Isn’t it cute they even got your frown right!”
Rin’s wearing that exact expression right now actually as his eyes sway back and forth in time with the small Rin-shaped plushie that you’re waving in his face.
You’d picked it up at the stadium earlier today and he had a feeling you were up to something when you were giddier than ever after the game. That, and you were wearing a mischievous sort of smile when you crawled up to Rin’s side on the cushions with your hand behind your back, and you were already giggling before you’d even revealed your new purchase.
It’s a stupid piece of merchandise, doesn’t look anything like him either (in his opinion) — but you look pretty pleased with yourself as you sit facing him on the couch and he can feel your feet wiggle their way beneath his thighs as a means to get closer.
“Tch,” Rin clicks his tongue and for a second the resemblance to the grumpy little plushie is uncanny. “Stop buying that shit, you didn’t have to buy it.”
“Ofcourse I did, it’s you! See—Mwa!”
You press a quick kiss to the plush fabric of little-Rin’s cheek and you can feel the way your boyfriend is staring opposite you before you even give him a glance. His brows are pulling handsomely into a frown that definitely bests the smaller one between your palms and you know better than anyone that it means he’s jealous.
“Stop that.” Rin huffs (almost pouts) when you giggle at him, but one of his hands reach out to wrap around the back of your calf to squeeze and you think he’s adorable anyway. It’s like he’s trying to win back your affection with the touch and you think it’s one of his cuter qualities.
“You don’t think it’s cute?” You tease him once more, pouting with your question as you wiggle the plushie in his face again, but this time he makes quick work of plucking it out of your hands before holding it out in-front of him. It’s almost like a mirror image of your boyfriend as he stares blankly at the soft toy between his fingers, and you think if he wasn’t already stuffed— looks would definitely kill.
It makes you feel bad for the little guy, so you try to reach out to grab him back again.
“Hey! Don’t steal him!” Your attempt is half hearted but your boyfriend easily keeps it out of your reach anyway, casting you a telling glance.
“You don’t need it when I’m here.” Rin places him down to the other side of the couch that he knows you can’t reach. Obviously pouting, definitely jealous— but it’s in a way that you can’t help but find endearing.
Actually, it makes you pull your feet out from beneath his thigh before pushing yourself up to your knees and he watches you as you shift yourself around. He wonders if you’re going to make a dash for the plushie or if you’re going to leave without either of them— so he waits to see what your next move will before reacting.
But you don’t do either of those things, infact you end up crawling yourself into Rin’s lap instead and it’s almost too easy the way he reaches out to welcome you.
“It’s okay, Rin.” You pat on his chest as you get yourself comfortable and you feel the weight of your boyfriend’s palms rest softly on your waist when you set yourself down. “I have some for you too.”
It’s tender, the way that you bring your palms up to cup Rin’s cheeks as his features scrunch up a bit when you begin to pepper him in quick kisses. He doesn’t seem to mind it, in fact— his hands are massaging at your waist at the attention and you’re pretty sure with every press of your lips, he only seems to pull you closer.
You make sure to leave a particularly lingering one on the corner of his lips last, and by the time you’ve pulled away from giving your Rin his equal share of kisses. He’s already red in the face.
“If you want something just tell me that, I’ll buy it for you.” Your boyfriend huffs before he reaches up to cup his hand around the back of your neck, and he gently guides you into the crook of his neck until you’re resting against him comfortably. You inhale the scent of him as you nuzzle in closer and you leave a tiny little kiss onto the side of his throat that makes him shudder.
Rin grabbed your wrist too tightly when you were trying to get up. And you flinched.
That was it, something inside him shattered.
"...Why did you do that?"
You freeze. His voice is low— almost calm. But his grip on your wrist don't ease.
"Did what?"
"You pulled away." His gaze lifts to yours, eyes wide, unreadable. "You've never done that before."
You try to smile. "You startled me, that's all."
But he isn't hearing you.
He gets up, steps closer, fingers curling tighter.
"...You're tired of me, aren't you?"
"What? No, Rin—"
"You don't touch me like you used to," he says, his voice rising just slightly. "You sleep so far away now. You always say you're busy. You look at other people like they matter more than me."
You reach for him gently. "Rin, I love you—"
"No you don't."
This time his voice cracks.
And you see it— behind the cold mask, the twisted anger, the biting jealousy:Loneliness.
Terror.
A kind of emptiness that has festered inside him for years.
He pulls you to his chest, arms wrapping around you so tight that it almost hurt.
"You don't get it," he whispers harshly. "I waited my whole fucking life to feel this... this safe. I don't know how to breathe without you anymore."
You try to look up, but his hand has already cradled your head.
"I hate that I love you like this," he hisses. "I hate that I shake when you're gone too long. That I lose my mind wondering who you're with. That every time you smile at someone else, I feel like killing them."
He burys his face in your neck. His voice is muffled, broken.
"Please don't leave me. I promise, I'll try to be good. I'll try not to scare you. Just... don't start pushing me away."
And that's when you realize—This isn't some spoiled obsession.
Rin is a boy who never learned softness.
Never had a home that hugged him back.Never knew what it meant to be held and not hurt. So now, he grips you like salvation.
And he breaks the second you pull away.
You stroke his hair gently and his entire body trembles.
"I'm here," you whisper. "I'm not going anywhere."
He nods. "...Just stay mine," he says softly, hugging you tighter. "Forever."
Rin behind closed doors is the cutest boyfriend what if before he’s going to train you accidentally forgot to kiss him goodbye and he’s sulking about that but too shy to admit that
You didn't notice it at first.
You were still half-asleep, wrapped in the blanket, scrolling Instagram when Rin grabbed his training bag. He hesitated by the door like he always does— waiting.
You just put the phone away and closed your eyes, mumbling, "Good luck at training,"
A beat.
Then the door clicked shut.
Too quiet.
You sit up a second later, realization hitting you like a brick.
You forgot.
To kiss him goodbye.
The only thing he looks forward to.
By the time Rin comes back, it's late afternoon. You hear the door open, the familiar sound of his shoes being kicked off, his bag dropped a little harder than usual.
You walk out to greet him with a smile.
"Hey—"
He walks right past you.
Not fast.
Not angry.
Just… pointedly ignoring you.
You blink. "Rin?"
"I'm going to shower."
His voice is flat. Too flat.
You follow him into the hallway. "Did something happen at training?"
"No."
"Did I do something?"
He stops walking and slowly, turns to look at you. "No," he says again. Then, quieter, "Why would you?"
You narrow your eyes. "Rin Itoshi, don't do that thing where you pretend you're fine when you're obviously not."
"I am fine."
"You didn't even look at me."
"I'm looking at you now."
"That doesn't count."
He clicks his tongue, clearly irritated—but not at you. At himself.
"Forget it."
You step closer. "Wait. Is this about this morning?"
He stiffens.
"...What about it."
You smile softly. "I forgot to kiss you goodbye."
Silence.
You reach for his sleeve, tugging it gently. "Rin."
He looks away. "It's not a big deal."
"Then why are you sulking?"
"I'm not sulking."
"You walked past me."
"I was tired."
"You didn't text me like you always do."
"...My phone died."
"You have a charger in the car."
"You're annoying."
You laugh quietly. "You waited at the door, didn't you?"
His jaw tightens.
"You were waiting for me to kiss you-"
"I wasn't waiting," he snaps, then immediately softens. "I just— expected it, since you do it everyday."
Your heart melts.
"I didn't even realize how much I look forward to it," he mutters. "All training I kept thinking... it felt wrong."
You step fully into his space now. "Why didn't you just say something?"
He finally looks at you, eyes sharp but vulnerable. "Because it sounds stupid."
"It doesn't."
'It does," he says firmly. "And I'm not a kid."
You cup his face gently. "You're my boyfriend."
His breath stutters.
"You always kiss me before I leave," he admits quietly. "Even when you're half asleep. Today you didn't. So I kept thinking I did something wrong."
Your heart aches.
"Oh, Rin..."
You lean in and press a soft kiss on his lips. Then another. Slower. Lingering.
"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I didn't mean to forget."
He doesn't move at first.
Then his hands grip your waist like he's been holding back all day. (He has)
"Don't forget again."
You smile against his lips. "Or what?"
He huffs, embarrassed. "I'll be distracted at training."
"That's supposed to scare me?"
"Yes."
You laugh and kiss him again, deeper this time. He melts instantly, kissing you back earnestly, hugging you tighter.
"I don't need much," he murmurs. "Just that. Before I leave. So I know I'm yours."
Your voice softens. "You always are."
He sighs and buries his face in your neck.
"Then kiss me properly tomorrow."
You grin. "Yes, sir."
"Don't tease me!"
"You're adorable."
His head snaps up, face red as he fake glares at you.
you had no malicious intention, really. but rin didn’t realize that and ended up saying some nasty things (“you’re a stupid and annoying poo-head!”) to you, which ended up had you sobbing while you explained that you were really just cleaning the ball because of the grime and dirt on it. rin ended up feeling bad and buying you an ice cream.
when you were eight, you stole rin’s glances.
he was always looking at you, and even when he was supposed to look somewhere else, his eyes stayed on you. like a moth drawn to a flame, he followed you around. he hid when he got shy, blushed when he got caught, and smiled when you talked to him. the reason for it was simple: he realized that you were pretty and nice, and so he liked you.
when you were eleven, you stole rin’s breath.
when he looked at you, his heart would quicken, he would go red, and he almost stopped breathing every time. he always found his heart skipping a beat and his breath quickening to the point where they were non-existent whenever you smiled. he didn’t understand it, it was weird. he wanted to ask sae about it, but he had already left for spain, so rin just assumed he was sick.
when you were fourteen, you stole rin’s first kiss.
it was just experimental; you had seen so many other classmates have their first kiss, and you had to admit that you felt a bit jealous. you wanted to have your first kiss too, but you wanted to save it for someone special. rin, not wanting to see you upset, awkwardly muttered that he was fine with kissing you. he didn’t know how to word it correctly, but it ended up okay in the end. you were both inexperienced and didn’t know how to kiss properly, but it was only a short and soft kiss after all.
when you were seventeen, you stole rin’s heart.
at this point, with the (unwanted) advice from stupid isagi and bachira, rin finally realized that he fell deep down the rabbit hole of being in love. his heart felt like exploding when you touched him, even if it was something as ridiculous as your fingers brushing accidentally. whenever he sees you, in all your ethereal glory, cheering for him in a game, he feels like he can score 50 more goals. the media had never seen the cold and calculating itoshi rin act like this, although the paparazzi and journalists enjoy every moment of his soft look whenever his eyes land on you.
when you were twenty, you stole rin’s virginity.
self explanatory, although rin was surprised he ever got it taken in the first place. it was an awkward first time for the both of you, and although you both had little to no idea of how the hell you do it, you both pulled through. after the session, rin only seemed to fall for you even more. even after he turned into this cold and rude soccer obsessed person, you never left him, and now you’re here, in front of him, sleeping softly in his arms after doing the most intimate things two humans can do with each other.
when you were twenty-three, you stole rin’s last name.
it was a day of tears, love, and eternality. rin’s eyes gleamed with tears when he saw you in that snow white dress, looking like the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen and ever will see. hearing someone call you by his last name, seeing you laugh and talk with his mother, seeing you holding a pastel bouquet of flowers while walking to him, they were all rin’s dream aside from winning the world cup. the shared kiss had much more experience and passion than the one from nine years ago, and you almost cried knowing just that.
finally, when you were twenty-six, you stole rin’s genetics.
okay, maybe you didn’t. he sort of gave it to you in a way…but your kids sure stole his genetics. bright teal eyes, exceptionally long underlashes, and an undeniable passion for soccer. even at 3 months old, your daughter can’t sleep without holding a soccer ball. rin has never been happier, his soccer career at it’s peak, being with his beautiful wife and daughter, and not heaving to worry about you stealing everything else, because you had already stolen everything from him.
He's been flirting with you for weeks... but you don't know German.
Warnings: Fluff; NOT PROOFREAD!!!
[Lost in Translation Series]
You weren’t supposed to talk to him.
That was the one rule you gave yourself when you started interning for Bastard München’s media department: don’t get distracted by the players.
They were larger-than-life athletes, practically demigods. You were a glorified assistant with a clipboard and a very temperamental laptop. You had no business even looking in Michael Kaiser’s direction.
And yet… there he was — golden-haired, star-eyed, and grinning at you like he’d just spotted his next favorite game.
You met him on your second day. You were lost — which was impressive, considering you were supposed to be taking photos of the training field. Somehow you’d wandered into the players’ hallway, clutching a camera you barely knew how to use.
He appeared out of nowhere, towel slung over one shoulder, droplets of water glinting on his neck.
“You’re new,” he said, voice smooth and lightly accented. “Willkommen in meinem Reich.” Welcome to my kingdom.
You froze. “I—uh—sorry?”
He smirked. “Ah, shy. I like that.”
You blinked, smiling awkwardly, because what else were you supposed to do?
“Ich bin Kaiser.” I am Kaiser.
“Oh! Right, yes. I know that,” you said, fumbling your camera strap. “You’re… the Kaiser.”
He laughed softly — the sound low, teasing, deliberate. “And you are?”
You gave your name, still uncertain why your pulse was doing gymnastics.
“Schöner Name,” he said. Beautiful name.
You smiled back, clueless. “Thank you?”
He grinned wider, clearly entertained. “Anytime, Liebling.” Darling.
And just like that, he walked away — leaving you in a state of mild confusion and completely unjustified butterflies.
You didn’t realize it then, but that was the first of many German phrases you’d pretend to understand.
Over the next week, Kaiser made it his mission to “accidentally” run into you.
Every morning, when you brought the cameras to the sidelines, he was there — stretching in the most dramatic possible way, his shirt conveniently riding up. He’d call out,
“Guten Morgen, wunderschön!” Good morning, beautiful!
You’d smile and wave. “Morning, Kaiser!”
He’d wink. “Ah, you say my name so nicely.”
You had no idea he’d just called you “beautiful.”
Sometimes, he’d show up behind you while you were typing reports in the lounge. His voice would dip low, practically brushing your ear.
“Du hast keine Ahnung, was du mit mir machst,” he’d murmur. You have no idea what you're doing to me.
He’d chuckle, walk away, and leave you flustered for the rest of the day.
You figured he was being friendly.
He figured you were teasing him.
It was the start of a very confusing game.
Somewhere in between, poor Ness developed eye twitches.
Ness, meanwhile, was watching this slow-motion disaster unfold like a soap opera.
He tried to warn Kaiser once.
“Uh, Kaiser, I don’t think they—”
“Shh, Ness. They’re just playing hard to get.”
“No, I think they literally don’t underst—”
“Hard. To. Get.”
By week three, Kaiser was half-mad with frustration. You always smiled politely, always responded vaguely, always looked so calm — as if his best lines bounced right off you.
He was the emperor, the crown jewel of Bastard München — and yet here he was, losing sleep over someone who didn’t even blush when he said, “Ich will dich.” I want you.
It happened one afternoon when you were filming practice. Ness wandered over, looking slightly nervous.
“Uh, hey,” he said, scratching his head. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure?”
“Do you… speak German?”
You shook your head. “Not even a little. Why?”
Ness sighed like he’d just witnessed a car crash in slow motion. “Kaiser’s been flirting with you nonstop. In German.”
Your brain stalled. “...He’s what?”
“Yeah.” Ness looked genuinely pained. “He thinks you’re ignoring him on purpose. Says you’re playing hard to get.”
You stared at him. “I’ve been saying ‘totally’ to flirting?”
“Oh my god.” You buried your face in your hands. “What do I do?”
“Tell him?”
But before you could, Kaiser appeared behind you, hair shimmering in the sunlight, smirk already loaded like a weapon.
“Na, Engel? Verpasst du mich schon?” Well, angel? Are you missing me already?
You panicked. “Totally!”
Ness groaned audibly and walked away.
From that day onward, things somehow got worse.
Kaiser became bolder — leaning closer, standing behind you during interviews, dropping German lines that sounded like the verbal equivalent of winking.
“Du bist der schönste Fehler, den ich je gemacht habe.” You are the most beautiful mistake I have ever made.
“Ich schwöre, du machst mich wahnsinnig.” I swear, you're driving me crazy.
You’d nod politely, smiling like you were on autopilot, while your brain silently screamed: Why does he sound angry and romantic at the same time?
He started showing off more during training too — every goal followed by a quick glance in your direction, every smirk clearly asking, Are you watching?
And honestly, you were. Who wouldn’t? The man moved like art — all precision and arrogance and glow.
But then he’d ruin it by blowing you a kiss mid-goal and shouting, “Das war für dich!” That was for you.
You clapped awkwardly. “Yay… goal!”
He grinned. You died inside.
One late afternoon, you were sent to drop off photo files in the media office — conveniently located next to the locker rooms.
You were almost done when you heard a familiar voice.
“Da bist du ja, mein Glücksbringer.” There you are, my lucky charm!
You jumped. Kaiser leaned against the doorway, still in his training gear, sweat-slick hair and that impossible grin.
“Kaiser! You scared me.”
“Du magst es, wenn ich auftauche, gib’s zu.” You like it when I show up, admit it.
You blinked. “Uh… yes?”
He stepped closer, towel draped loosely around his neck, eyes sparkling like trouble.
“You really like saying yes, don’t you?” he teased, switching to English now, voice dripping amusement.
You blushed, unsure whether to laugh or run. “You say a lot of things I don’t understand.”
“Good,” he said. “Mystery keeps the spark alive.”
You muttered, “It’s keeping me confused, that’s for sure.”
He tilted his head. “What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Hmm.” He smirked again. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“I literally just deliver footage.”
“Exactly,” he said, and walked away.
You stared after him, completely baffled — and slightly more doomed than before.
It became a bizarre routine.
Kaiser flirted. You nodded.
He smirked. You smiled politely.
Somewhere, Ness developed migraines
Sometimes he’d whisper something that sounded scandalous:
“Du bist mein Lieblingsfehler.” You are my favorite mistake.
You’d beam, thinking he’d said something about the footage.
Or he’d murmur,
“Du raubst mir den Verstand.” You're driving me crazy!
You’d reply, “Thanks! You too!”
Each misunderstanding only made him more intrigued. He thought you were teasing; you thought he was eccentric.
It was chaos, but harmless — until he started trying harder.
Two weeks later, Kaiser snapped.
You didn’t know it, but he’d spent the entire morning grumbling to Ness about you.
“They ignore me. No one ignores me. They’re obsessed, secretly. Has to be.”
“Maybe they’re just—”
“Playing. Hard. To. Get.”
Ness sighed so hard it could’ve powered a wind turbine.
That afternoon, when you passed Kaiser in the hallway, he blocked your path.
“We need to talk.”
“Uh—about what?”
“About this—” He gestured vaguely between you. “Whatever game you’re playing.”
You blinked. “Game?”
“You pretend not to care, but you do. You always smile when I talk to you.”
“I’m… polite?”
“Polite,” he repeated, eyes narrowing. “That’s what you call it?”
He took a step closer, frustration flickering behind his grin. “Every time I compliment you, every time I flirt, you just smile and walk away. You’re driving me insane.”
You raised your hands defensively. “Wait, wait—back up. You’ve been flirting?”
“Obviously!”
You stared, mortified. “Kaiser, I don’t speak German.”
Silence.
Actual, stunned, pin-drop silence.
His eyes widened slightly. “You… don’t?”
You shook your head quickly. “Not a single word!”
Then came the slowest, most bewildered laugh you’d ever heard.
“No way.” He pressed a hand to his forehead. “You’re telling me I’ve been pouring my heart out in German for weeks, and you just—nodded?”
You winced. “And said ‘totally,’ yeah.”
He doubled over laughing. “Oh, Scheiße! Ness was right!” Shit.
You covered your face. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing?” he wheezed. “I told you you were the most beautiful mistake I’d ever made!”
You peeked through your fingers. “You what?!”
He laughed even harder. “And you said ‘totally!’”
You groaned. “I’m going to evaporate.”
When he finally stopped laughing, he leaned against the wall, smiling in that lazy, dazzling way that made you feel like the air had thinned.
“You really had no idea.”
“None,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “I thought you were just showing off your accent.”
“You thought this”—he gestured to himself—“was casual conversation?”
“I mean… it seemed very you.”
He chuckled, pushing off the wall. “You know, I should be angry. You ignored me for nearly a month.”
“You could’ve just switched to English!”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
You glared. “You’re impossible.”
He grinned. “And yet you keep talking to me.”
You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you with a smile. “So what now, Your Majesty?”
“Now?” His voice dropped an octave, soft but teasing. “Now we start over. In a language we both understand.”
He insisted on walking you back to your workspace. You expected him to gloat, to make more jokes — but he was oddly gentle, tone quieter.
“You really didn’t know what I was saying?”
“Not a clue.”
“And you still smiled.”
“Because you seemed nice,” you said honestly. “A little dramatic, maybe, but… nice.”
He laughed softly. “That might be the first time anyone’s called me that.”
You shrugged. “Then you should hear it more often.”
Something flickered in his eyes then — the showman dimmed for a heartbeat, replaced by something almost shy.
“You’re… different,” he said simply. “Most people either worship me or hate me.”
“I didn’t understand you enough to do either.”
He laughed again, this time with real warmth. “Maybe that’s why I like you.”
You stumbled over your words. “You—what?”
“See?” He smirked again, confidence returning. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say for weeks.”
The next day, he found you in the lounge with a notebook.
“If you won’t learn German, I’ll teach you,” he said, sitting beside you uninvited.
You sighed. “Is this another excuse to flirt?”
“Absolutely. Lesson one: Date. That means ‘date.’”
You snorted. “Wow. Tricky.”
“Lesson two: Küss mich.” Kiss me.
You narrowed your eyes. “And that means…?”
He smirked. “Ask me sometime after lesson ten.”
You threw a pillow at him. He caught it easily, laughing.
“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning back. “We’ll take it slow. I’ve got time.”
I've been giggling to myself like an idiot writing this, my mom started giving me sceptical looks.🤣
“rin cmere…i want you to lie on my thighs.” you said, gesturing for him to come over where you sitting on the couch. he looked put off by the mere idea of it, clicking his tongue and giving you a firm shake of his head without even glancing in your direction.
“just come here, stop being stubborn already.”
“leave me alone yn.”
“i’ll stop eating your leftovers if you listen.”
now that got his attention, finally turning his head to look at you, cocking a skeptical brow at your offer, knowing how much you enjoyed eating his food to tick him off.
“promise?”
“yeah yeah i pinky promise i won’t eat your stuff anymore.”
he thought about it for a moment before sighing and scooting over, reluctantly laying down with a few(many) protests under his breath.
you combed your fingers through his silky strands, a satisfied smile gracing your lips while he rolled his eyes and muttered complaints.
“this is lukewam..”
you playfully tugged on a strand of hair to shut him up while he smacked your hand away with a scowl on his face but still made no move to get up.
he laid on the couch with his long limbs sprawled out, head laid snug on your soft thighs with his eyes half lidded with a glare you were already accustomed to. apart from that, he looked remotely peaceful with his teal hair sprawled out like a halo across your lap.
you started to talk about how your day went, from how the barista messed up your coffee order today morning to how your mom was planning on visiting them soon.
rin was quiet, never saying more than a few words, choosing to respond with nods or grunts. he gave an occasional hum to indicate that he was listening, yawning softly while shifting a little to get comfortable on his side to press his cheek against your plush thighs.
you happily continued to drone on about whatever, fingers unconsciously playing with the soft strands of hair and soothingly scratching his scalp either your nails.
“oh and recently i- rin..?” you paused mid ramble realising that he hadn’t responded to anything youve been saying in awhile.
you peered down expecting to see him annoyed that you’re talking too much again but instead you were greeted with the sight of him with his eyes shut and his lips spread, a faint line of drool escaping them and trickling onto your thigh. he looked sound asleep, probably having fallen asleep to your voice.
it was different seeing him like this, the usual furrow of his brows, the always present scowl on his lips and the tense shoulders were gone and instead replaced with a serene expression and his body melting into the couch.
his breaths were even, lightly ghosting your skin. you watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, fingers softly skimming over the swell of his cheek, committing this picture of an unguarded rin peacefully asleep.
a/n : hihi..this is my first fic i dunno how to feel abt it lol ^^ im new to all this so if you have tips on how to navigate this or feedback abt my writing pls lmk,,i dont bite :3!!
ragebaiting sae is the funniest thing in the world.
he doesn’t even realize you’re just messing with him.
‘sae,’ you’re sitting on the couch with him, your legs throw over his lap, you’re doomscrolling on social media and he’s rewatching some of his matches.
‘what.’ he doesn’t even so much as glance towards you, thinking you’re going to say some stupid shit anyways, which you totally are.
‘do you ever wish you were athletic?’ you ask him, face straight.
you see his expression twitch. ‘what do you mean.’ he says, voice stern. he can already feel the irritation bubbling inside him.
‘i said. do you wish-,’ ‘i know what you said.’ you’re trying not to laugh right now. he’s already getting fed up and it’s hilarious.
‘[name]. i play soccer for a fucking living. what do you mean ‘i wish i was athletic.’’ he turned towards you. his face showing no amusement at all.
‘i know, but—’ his attention was fully on you now, and oh boy was he pissed.
‘no buts. i get up at 6 am every single day to go practice, do a bunch of press interviews, go to the gym nearly every single day, and you’re asking me if i wish i was athletic? you’re also the one swooning over my muscles on the daily and asking for ‘bicep pics’ is this a stupid joke?’ his expression is dead serious. he’s not playing along, he’s genuinely pissed off.
you can’t hold in your laughter anymore, and burst out in a fit of laughter. your eyes watering from the intensity.
sae is so fucking confused why you’re laughing right now. is this another one of your stupid jokes?
‘sae! i didn’t— expect that- you’d, actually get this pissed!’ you half screamed through your fit of laughter. he runs a hand iver his face and sighs loudly.
he’s not even pissed anymore, just really disappointed in himself. his head is in his hands and elbows on his knees, really rethinking every life decision that got him to this point.
well it’s safe to say sae has been successfully ragebaited, and you’re definitely doing it again.
i can't get over this sae itoshi, okay? i love sae itoshi, okay? im obsessed with sae itoshi, okay? sae itoshi is my life, okay? i can't live without sae itoshi, okay? sae itoshi is my everything, okay? i will go insane because of sae itoshi, okay? sae itoshi is my bf, okay? sae itoshi is my husband, okay? sae itoshi is mine, okay?
From awkwardly pushing his crush to stay by his side...
(twice within the first 24 hours bc desperation when Reno Ichikawa is set on something, he's deadass abt it)
...to becoming strong enough to be a reliable partner for him.
He's gone a long way. In a shockingly short amount of time, too (as per the JAKDF superiors) — the perks of being in love. (Fr: Understanding Reno & his bonds).
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