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in sickness ‘n in health ‹𝟹 the itoshi brothers

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which, your childhood friends, rin and sae itoshi, come down with fevers while staying over at your home. the worst part? both of your parents are out of town on a trip which means you have to take care of them. the best part? rin and sae are rather cute when they’re sick.

╰┈➤ rin n sae being so cute, brothers bickering, fevers, childhood friends to something more, wc : 3.6k

banner cred : @fabisanchezz on pinterest :3

──⋆. 𐙚 ˚˙🍓̟!! warm and soft sunlight poured in through the pretty vintage lace curtains and into the spare guest room. summer’s inviting and pleasant breeze floated into the room — the lazy summer morning awakening the two slumbering boys.

your childhood family friends, the itoshi brothers, currently shared a bed in one of your spare guest rooms. your parents had left early this morning for their little getaway, leaving you, rin and sae alone together. not like that was a bad thing. you were rather fond of the itoshi brothers, and they were fond of you. the three of you had always gotten along. ranging from holding hands and spinning in circles as toddlers, to climbing trees together as young children, to dipping and swimming together in the lake as preteens, to now – spending comfortable time together.

when it had hit eleven o’clock in the morning and you hadn’t been awoken by the bustle and commotion of the itoshi brothers, you knew something was up. you’d padded out of your room and down the hall into the guest bedroom ; and there they were. in the queen sized bed, sae and rin laid on opposite sides of the bed, nestled under the pretty strawberry speckled cream and lace comforter, slipping in and out of consciousness.

from where you stood at the door, peeking out at the boys in your little flimsy white lace tanktop and pretty teal flower shorts, you managed to call out for them. “rin? sae?”

you were met with two unanimous groans of pain.

curiously, you stepped into the room, met with the warm summer breeze and golden sunlight that illuminated the cute strawberry patterned bed. you looked to the wooden nightstand beside sae to see his phone completely untouched, the lamp shut off. you looked to rin’s side of the bed to see his phone also completely untouched, however his lamp was on. unusual.

you tiptoed closer to rin’s side of the bed, noticing sae was nearly completely hidden under the covers on his side, save for the shock of magenta hair peeking out. as you approached rin, you watched him stir groggily, another groan falling from his lips. he turned his head, his long lashes fluttering as he struggled to open them, his unfocused hazy teal gaze landing on you.

“i don’t feel good.” he murmured, his voice low and raspy from sleep. “i feel all hot ‘n dizzy.”

hesitantly, you lifted your hand, pushing rin’s dark hair out of his face and pressing your palm to his forehead. his skin was hot — too hot. you retracted your hand, sympathy in your voice as you looked at the hazy eyed boy. “oh, rin, you’re burning up.”

when you looked at him now, dark hair splayed out against the pillows, his teal eyes half-lidded, and his face flushed pink — he definitely looked out of it. he blinked at you, a flutter of long lashes, and you tried to ignore the way your face flushed purely from the way he looked at you.

you looked away, shutting off the lamp, before making your way over to the other side of the bed where the older itoshi, sae, was located.

you stopped in front of where he laid on his bed, your hands gingerly going to the covers and pulling them back to reveal sae. his soft magenta hair was a pretty contrast to the strawberry cream pillow he laid on, with his bangs covering his forehead the way you hadn’t seen in years. it had been so long since you’d seen sae’s face this close since he’d left for spain.

sae stirred awake, his teal eyes — the exact same as rin’s, slowly opened. with what little strength he had, sae turned his body to lie on his back instead of his side, draping his forearm over his eyes and groaning. “shit, everything hurts.” his voice raspy, his throat raw. “what time is it?” he managed to say.

you responded gently. “about eleven o’clock.”

sae groggily lifted himself up from the bed suddenly, bringing his hand to his head and groaning. “i have practice.”

your eyes widened in surprise. seriously? he could hardly lift himself up, nevermind even getting out of bed. he was ridiculous. you heard rin groan in agreement beside him. they were both insane. of course, you should expect no less from these soccer crazed lunatic brothers.

you sat down on the edge of the bed as sae attempted to toss the covers off of himself. “you can hardly get out of bed.”

“get out of my way, y/n.” he replied, attempting to get himself out of bed with a wince.

“sae, you need to rest.” you persisted softly, as if you were a mother attempting to calm a bratty child. you lifted your hand to check for his temperature but he swatted your hand away.

“no, i’m f-fine.” he was stubborn. it must have ran in the itoshi bloodline or something. sae only pushed the covers back more, wincing and bringing his hand back to his head.

“sae.” you pulled the covers back over his lap, but sae was shoving your hands off insistently.

he glared at you, rosy cheeks, feverish teal eyes, adorable bangs over his forehead and all. his hands went to your wrists, lifting them away from the covers and up in the air. “no.”

this was one of the rarest chances of ever having an ounce of strength over sae. with his weakened and aching body and poor coordination, you pulled your wrists out of his grip, quickly grabbing for his wrists instead. with determination, you pinned his wrists down to the bed, forcing him back down onto his pillow — his magenta hair like a halo around his head.

his wrists seared your palms and fingers with their heat as you pressed them down into the softness of the sheets. sae looked up at you from where you loomed over him, his lips just parted and his eyes wide in surprise and another emotion within them that you just couldn’t quite place. your cheeks heated as you looked down at the boy beneath you, the quiet intimacy in the way he looked at you — it was too much. this was sae.

“you’re staying here.” you commanded, holding his stare. “i’ll tie you down to this bed if i have to, sae.”

you looked at him for a moment longer, waiting for him to make a smartass nonchalant retort. he didn’t. he didn’t say anything at all. he just kept looking up at you like you’d stolen the breath from his lungs.

that’s enough. you released his wrists and slipped off the bed, heading towards the door to collect your thoughts and figure out what the hell to do with these two feverish boys.

“you’re crazy.” sae breathed finally.

“you’re the crazy one for wanting to play soccer in this state.” you replied, your hand reaching the doorframe as you looked over your shoulder at the two brothers in their shared pretty strawberry bed. your eyes darted from a flustered looking sae to a wistful looking rin. “you both are on bed lockdown. you got that?”

both boys replied in sleepy voices at once. “yes, ma’am.”

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──⋆. 𐙚 ˚˙🍓̟!! you had rustled around your bathroom for a small medical kit where you kept your thermometer, double checking the boys for fevers. surprisingly, rin was rather compliant to your ministrations while sae was on the brattier side. unusual. you would have expected rin to be the hassle and for sae to be the reasonable one. nevertheless, for the remainder of the lazy hour (for them) since you’d discovered their illness, you’d made about three phone calls to your parents, rin and sae’s coaches, and to a friend of sae’s you believed to be named shidou. luckily, people seemed to trust you enough to take care of these boys, especially your guys’ parents. you wouldn’t let anybody down. so, you’d been heating up soup for the boys and making tea for them.

you had already helped a sleepy rin eat his soup, pulling up a strawberry cushioned wooden chair up beside either side of the bed. you’d watched as rin obediently drank the soup from the fine china spoon you brought to his lips, quiet and soft in the way he looked at you every so often between the spoonfuls brought to his mouth. so incredibly delicate in the way he allowed you to bring the porcelain bowl to his lips before tipping the remainder of the broth into his mouth. he seemed almost shy as he tucked himself back under the covers, his cheeks flushing an even brighter pink.

now, you sat by sae’s side, lifting the final spoonful to sae’s lips — a glare and the softest of pouts on his face. yet he opened his mouth and allowed you to tip the spoonful of broth into his mouth. really, whatever intimidation he might have had when he was at his full strength was no match for this weakened and adorable boy in front of you. bangs and all.

he swallowed, a frown on his face. “i want another blanket.”

you looked at him incredulously for a moment, a surprised laugh almost bubbling to your lips. who knew the cool and calculating itoshi sae could be so bratty? and without an ounce of manners. you’d just fed him as if he were a little boy! not even a thank you. typical.

“a thicker one.” sae’s tone was clipped, even through his lower voice.

you tilted your head at his request, your hair following your movement. you looked at him expectantly, a hint of a smile on your lips, and the soft sound of a tease in your voice. “where are your manners, sae?”

sae’s eyes remained on yours, his pride wounded and coming slightly undone at the look on your face and the tone of your voice. he had his arms crossed over his chest, his forearms and biceps out on display, his muscled body just barely hidden by the material of his soft grey tanktop. then his arms loosened a little and he let out a sigh. his eyes softened finally. “please.”

your smile could have outshone the sun. you truly looked radiant, and for a moment, you could’ve sworn sae thought this exact thing. it was the way his pretty teal eyes blinked in quiet astonishment and his lips just parted.

“well since you asked so nicely.” you said, and you placed his bowl down on the wooden bedside table beside his cup of tea (same as rin’s) before making your way over to the wooden dresser. you opened one of the bottom drawers and pulled out a soft wooly blanket that was decorated with small and sweet blue flowers that matched the teal flowers of your little sleep shorts.

you returned to sae, gently opening the folded blanket up and placing it on top of the strawberry comforter where sae laid. his calloused fingers reached the blue and white patterned fabric, pulling it closer to him as he mumbled something that sounded like a thank you — his eyes averted and his face flushed.

then he lifted a hand to his forehead, his eyes widening as realization dawned upon him. his bangs had been down this entire time. he looked to you, his pretty eyes wide with momentary horror before he managed to say with a gravelly voice, “where’s my hairspray? you can’t see my bangs like this-”

oh my god. he truly was insane. he was battling a fever and had to be wrestled to stay in bed and rest, and now he was freaking out about you seeing his bangs down? it was almost laughable. you’d grown up with sae. you’d seen his bangs down for almost the entirety of your life — what was the difference now that he was a little older?

your hand reached his burning hot wrist, pulling his hand away from where it had pushed his magenta bangs back. “you sound like a girl.” he was honestly ridiculous. what did it matter if his hair was in his face or not? he was still sae. you said the next words so nonchalantly, an eye roll in your words. “you’re beautiful either way, sae.”

sae’s breath hitched and his heart stuttered in his chest as he felt your touch slip away from him, making your way over to the other side of the bed. he blinked, processing your words. you’d never called him beautiful before.

a bitter low raspy voice spoke up from his side of the bed. “your bangs are so fucking stupid, sae.” rin‘s mood had darkened ever so slightly (majorly) from listening to your interactions with sae. “she’s lying to you.”

“yeah?” sae fired back, his throat still raw. he didn’t understand why he was engaging in rin’s foolish nonsense. the kid just wouldn’t quit whatever rebellious phase he was going through. he didn’t even know why he was fueling rin’s stupidity. just that he felt like he needed to now. “well, you’re just jealous she called me beautiful.”

rin’s voice was sharper than it had ever been that day. “no i’m not.”

as you listened to the boys bicker, you could only giggle fondly as you finally reached rin. he looked up at you with rosy cheeks and nervous pretty teal eyes, his eyebrows furrowed just slightly in what appeared to be jealousy. you couldn’t help the warm light that melted your heart as you looked down at him. sweet and pretty rin was jealous. how cute.

you sat down on the strawberry cushioned wooden chair, your graceful hand lifting to gently brush his slightly dampened dark hair back out of his face. the full beauty of his angel-carved features was revealed to you — from those high cheekbones, to the thin straight set of his eyebrows, to the pretty curve of his nose, to his porcelain skin, to his beautiful teal eyes fringed with the longest lashes, and finally to his soft pink mouth sculpted for the heavenliest of kisses. oh, rin was beautiful.

they both were. with those devastating eyes, high cheekbones, perfect skin, pretty noses and sweet lips ; the itoshi brothers were truly amalgamations of angels incarnate.

you drew your hand away from rin’s face, his eyes chasing your touch longingly as your hands went to the cup of tea by his bedside and brought it to his lips.

you couldn’t help the flush of your cheeks and the soft smile on your lips as you said, “i think you’re beautiful too, rin.”

rin’s cheeks flushed pink as he looked up at you through his lashes, allowing you to tip the warm chamomile and mint liquid into his mouth. then gently, you pulled the cup away from him once he’d swallowed, a droplet of tea perched perfectly on his lower lip and ready to dribble down his chin. your thumb went out to swipe across his lower lip, wiping the tea from his mouth.

oh, rin. he looked absolutely starstruck.

rin’s eyes darted away from yours, his dark hair slowly falling back over his face and over his eyes as it usually did. you couldn’t tell if it was his fever or if it was really just him blushing furiously.

“thank you.” he mumbled, not meeting your gaze.

you felt your face warm, the intimacy and proximity to him unfamiliar after so long. rin had always been pretty, but now he was devastating.

you looked away from rin, hoping he wouldn’t notice your reaction. “see, sae?” you called out to the older itoshi brother. “your brother is a fast learner.”

“he’s kissing up to you ‘cause he has the hots for you.” sae grumbled from where he’d nestled himself into bed, only the top of his magenta hair visible once more.

you blinked in surprise at his response.

“shut up, sae.” rin snapped through his raspy voice. however he didn’t look at you. he didn’t deny sae’s words either. you didn’t know quite what to make of that. neither did rin. neither did sae.

silence lapsed between the three of you for a moment.

then rin mumbled, “lukewarm.”

“half-baked.” sae shot back.

“boys! enough arguing.” you exclaimed. never in all your years of knowing them had you ever experienced them argue and insult each other like this. of course there had always been brotherly bickering, but most of all, sae and rin had been inseparable and incredibly sweet to each other. now, you were noticing that they didn’t even look as though they could stand being in the same bed as each other. “what has gotten into you?”

“rin’s problem, not mine.” sae muttered from his side of the bed, not even bothering to turn around and face you and rin.

rin’s nose scrunched at sae’s proclamation. “don’t act like you’re some angel-”

“hey.” your voice was firm, putting a stop to rin’s words before he could say something he would regret.

rin looked to you, a mixture of pleading, anger and hurt in his eyes. that’s when it dawned upon you. something had happened between them in your years apart from each other. the rin you knew would never even dream of saying something negative about his older brother — but with that distraught look on his pretty face, you knew deeper emotions lied within those teal eyes. things they had yet to tell you and things you had yet to discover.

rin’s moment of weakness had ended as quickly as it had begun, firing back at sae heatedly with anger laced through his words, “and don’t act like you don’t have a picture of her in your wallet.”

you blinked in surprise once more, your eyes leaving rin to settle on sae across the bed. sae who had turned around to look at his little brother, his teal eyes flashing with something like that of irritation. the most emotion you’d seen from sae in years.

“you’re fucking dead, rin.” he rasped, his feverish face flushed pink.

“hey! lose the attitude!” you snapped, holding onto your seat and capturing the attention of both brothers. their eyes darted to you simultaneously, rin looking a little bit more comfortable that sae was the one to be incriminated. then you gave him a pointed look, crossing your arms over your chest. “both of you.”

with both boys watching you now, you felt a little bit uneasy. a little flustered. was sae just poking fun at rin for that little comment earlier? your eyes slid from rin to sae, then back to rin. sae wasn’t the teasing type, and rin wouldn’t react so strongly if he didn’t feel the need to. you looked at sae again, his magenta hair falling in his eyes so perfectly — the perfect angel amongst the strawberry covers. did he really keep a picture of you in his wallet?

nevermind that. what had happened between them? you had never once imagined that sae and rin itoshi could be at each other’s throats like this. sae who was notorious for his cruelty against those who dared to say anything negative about rin. rin who smiled with wonder as he watched sae play on the field. rin and sae who were known as a force to be reckoned with. what had happened that they weren’t telling you?

“i don’t know what happened between you two,” your voice was stern, shifting your gaze between a discontented looking rin and sae. “but when i’m here, i don’t need to hear it. especially not when i’m trying to help you boys out.” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before lifting up from your chair and collecting the empty bowl at rin’s wooden nightstand. rin and sae watched you quietly as you made your way over to sae’s side of the bed, picking up his empty bowl. then you made your way to the door, waving a hand dismissively at them. “be civil, if anything only when i’m around.”

then you left, leaving the itoshi brothers to their silence, their sickness, the rays of sunlight, the summer breeze and each other.

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──⋆. 𐙚 ˚˙🍓̟!! to your surprise, you didn’t hear any bickering upstairs between the boys (or fighting, thank the angels). it was pleasant downstairs as you collected your thoughts in the kitchen, washing the dishes, crafting yourself a fruity yogurt bowl and curling up on a chair at the breakfast table. you turned over your interactions with rin and sae in your mind, your feelings unclear and unfamiliar.

you had known rin and sae for years, yet suddenly things felt so foreign between the three of you. different. new. a shift in the air.

sae had changed. he had always been reserved and collected, but he seemed colder now. before his fever, he had seemed lost within the depths of his own mind. lost yet secure in that solitude. he’d changed physically too. though he was older than you by a year, he was always shorter than you. when he’d left for spain, he’d been just an inch shorter than you. he wasn’t just taller than you now — he was stronger than you, bigger than you. broad shoulders and a muscular body he’d never had before — and his face somehow more beautiful than when you’d last seen it. sae had gone from a pretty spring tulip to a winter rose. where all his features had been soft and sweet, they’d turned sharper and colder, a stark contrast to those around him. where a regular boy’s beauty was meant to snag the attention of those around them, sae’s beauty was meant to enchant those around him. sae had an allure to him that transcended beyond just his beauty. an allure that had gotten even to you. and of course, what was his pretty face without those bangs, now typically out of his face. he hadn’t just changed physically. things between you had changed too. when he’d been in spain, your timezones hadn’t aligned and overtime you’d drifted apart — nothing but a monthly catch up conversation between the two of you. being together again felt different. it was in the brush of your hands when you both reached to grab something, the lingering gazes and the soft way he said your name. so soft you wondered if it was really sae speaking. so soft you wondered if he’d always said your name like that. if he’d always looked at you like that. if he’d always touched you like that. things had changed a lot since spain.

rin was not the young boy you once knew him as. where rin had once been the soft and quiet boy, he had become sharper. there was an air of nonchalance around him now — but you could see behind his eyes that rage, anguish, and desperation. beneath rin’s stoicism, emotions swirled within him like a hurricane. rin had changed in ways you’d never expected. rin, being a year younger than you, meant that he’d always been a little bit shorter than you. the last time you’d seen him was when you were fifteen and he was fourteen, and by then he’d only been a little bit taller than you. now? rin towered over you. where rin’s features had been soft, they’d sharpened like the edge of a pretty blade. everything from his jaw, his cheeks, his nose and his eyes had turned sharper — his eyes especially with an intensity that captivated you. rin had always been pretty but his beauty was something to truly behold. you’d been closer with rin since sae had left, but his time in blue lock had forcibly pulled the two of you apart, and when he’d returned to you, he was a blade — deadly and tempting. he’d returned to you with too many inches of height on you, powerful limbs corded with muscle and an even prettier face than before. things were different now with him too. the stolen glances when the other believed they weren’t looking, the way your hands would linger on each other for a moment too long, and the way he would watch you so intensely when you spoke. so intensely that you forgot how to breathe.

things were different now. you didn’t quite know what to make of it.

you pushed those thoughts out of your head as you placed your empty bowl in the sink, enough time passing for you to finally check on them once more.

up the stairs and down the hallway, the light from the sun poured out from the room with a soft golden glow. it was nearly straight out of a fairytale — the noble princess being lured into the beds of the cruel princes (just not as filthy as most stories would make it!).

you placed your hand on the doorframe, peeking your head into the room to catch a glimpse of the hopefully slumbering boys.

you scanned the strawberry printed lace trim covers, finding sae‘s pretty magenta hair revealed just over the top of where the covers enveloped him. then rin beside him — his eyes shut and his brows furrowed just slightly, as if he were in anguish even in his sleep.

you let out a quiet breath, turning to return back downstairs, the floor making the tiniest of creaks under your weight—

“y/n?”

a low, raspy voice called your name. a voice that could only belong to one boy.

you turned around softly, your hair following the motion, your eyes going to the deep green haired boy who peeled out at you sleepily. from the strawberry covers. oh, he looked so sweet like this — almost like the young rin you had been so fond of.

your eyes softened on him as you reentered the room, walking towards rin’s side of the bed. when you reached his side, you took a seat on the strawberry cushioned chair, getting a closer look at him.

“can’t sleep?” you asked, your voice soft as a lullaby.

“no.” his voice was rough. he looked at you through half-lidded teal eyes, his long lashes fringing those beautiful eyes of his — his face buried into the pillow and his arms wrapped around it. his hair fell in his eyes, almost hiding his gaze from you entirely. his eyebrows drew together just slightly in pain as his eyes fluttered shut, his voice raspy with sickness. “everything hurts. hard to sleep.” his eyes opened again, those longing, needy, beautiful eyes — hazy with fever. he groaned softly, “it’s too hot. too dizzy.”

your heart ached for him. with a tender gaze and your lips in the softest of pouts, you brought a delicate hand to his forehead, pushing his hair out of his face. you watched as his eyes fell shut, almost like a kitten getting pet. your fingers continued to softly stroke his hair back, and you watched as his breathing became heavier. “oh, rin.”

he made a small sound, low in his throat. “keep playing with my hair like that.” he nuzzled into your touch, his eyebrows drawing together as he relaxed under your touch. “feels…really good.”

your cheeks glowed pink at his statement, but you obeyed his request. you brushed his silky hair back further from his face, fully revealing his flushed and gorgeous face. “are you feeling better?”

“feels better now that you’re here.” he murmured, moving his head closer to yours with a soft groan. “please - please keep touching me like that.”

it was almost too intimate for you. the way he seemed to yearn for your touch, the vulnerable state he was in, those pretty little groans that left his mouth, and the truth and rawness in his words. too intimate for you. too much. this was rin.

rin who you’d kissed on the cheek as his gift for his sixth birthday. rin who you’d played tag with for hours and hours under the summer sunlight. rin who you’d baked cookies with as a surprise for sae’s birthday. rin who had once been small and light enough for you to carry on your back with almost no difficulty at all. rin who you’d watched horror movies with in the basement and who’d covered your mouth whenever you screamed. rin who you’d played soccer with in your backyards, both up against sae. rin who you’d placed bandaids on whenever he got hurt.

rin who was now much bigger and powerful than you. rin who was now nuzzling into your touch needily. rin who was now groaning softly with every stroke of your fingers through his dark hair. rin who was now breathing a little harder, his lips parting softly as his eyebrows drew together — the ache from his headache and fever being soothed by your touch. rin who was still rin, just much more different.

“can you come in bed with me?” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing bright pink, his eyes fluttering open but never quite meeting yours.

your heart leapt in your chest at his request, your lips parting in surprise.

he buried his face further into the pillow. “please?”

your body heated with an emotion you couldn’t quite name as you looked down at him, still stroking his hair back. he looked almost shy, not the stoic and cold rin you had become more used to seeing.

“i can do that for you.” your words were a little breathless, not really sure what this meant for you. why were you reacting like this? it’s just rin.

then you retracted your hand from his hair and pulled back the covers tentatively. a surprised breath left your lips as you looked down at rin’s body, covered just by a thin black tank top and his blue, black and teal checkered pajama pants. you tried not to stare at his biceps as he shifted away from the pillow, creating space for you. you tried not to notice the muscles in his back as he moved, and you tried not to imagine what they’d look like without this stupid tank top on.

you looked away, lifting up from your chair and putting your legs onto the bed one by one. you suddenly felt self-conscious in what you were wearing as well. your flimsy and soft little white lace tanktop and pretty teal and pink flower shorts felt a lot thinner and shorter than they had before. but rin didn’t seem to mind. rin didn’t seem to mind at all.

the moment you’d settled onto the bed with your legs curled up, rin had been on you instantly. before you knew it, strong arms had wrapped around your waist and rin had laid his face down against the plush of your smooth and soft thighs.

oh.

with your body feeling light and much too warm, and your bright pink flushed cheeks, you gently set your hand down on rin’s hair, resuming your soft and tender strokes through his dark silky hair. then he sighed — so softly and so shakily, his breath brushing against your thighs.

“thank you,” he said, his voice low and soft. he looked so peaceful like this. his eyes closed and his hair slowly being brushed out of his face, pressed so comfortably and needily against your thighs. like he belonged there. like you belonged here. then you felt his arms tighten just slightly around your waist. “for taking care of us.”

your heart completely melted. there he was. that sweet and caring boy you always knew. us. not him. him and sae. sae and him. rin who loved sae like his other half, a glimpse of him — back for a moment, gone in an instant. just in that short little word. us.

“of course.” you said, your voice so incredibly soft. a reflection of your emotions and the intimacy of this with him. you stroked his hair back from his eyes, watching as his breath evened. “you know i always will.”

so you stayed like this with him. you don’t know for how long, but eventually his breaths softened and evened. his weight against your thighs and around your waist seemed to get heavier. his heat and warmth melted into you deliciously. and as he fell deeper into sleep, you fell deeper into infatuation for him. asleep like this, with your fingers stroking through his silky dark hair, you could truly admire him.

he really was an angel. every feature of his was crafted in heaven — put together to create the image of the most beautiful boy you might have ever seen. maybe it was his vulnerability that heightened his beauty, but rin truly was a sight to behold. all of him. from the beauty of his face to the beauty of his heart.

“you know he’s always had a thing for you.” sae’s voice, thick with sleep interrupted your train of thought.

your head snapped up to meet his eyes. there he was in all his quiet, unnerving and perfect beauty. he’d propped his face up in his hand, looking down at a peaceful sleeping rin in your lap. the breeze from the window ruffled his hair perfectly, his bangs fell in his eyes, yet through them, you could feel the intensity of his eyes as he dragged them back up to meet yours. “since we were kids.”

your cheeks flushed pink as you looked down at the boy in your lap, your fingers still stroking through his hair, suddenly feeling much more flustered than you would’ve liked to admit. it felt wrong now. rin’s face was nestled in the soft plush of your thighs and his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. and his older brother was watching you. sae was watching you. how long had he been awake? how long had he been watching you?

a pleasant knot curled in your abdomen as you looked down at him. your feelings melted and mixed together as you looked down at him. rin had always been the sweet boy just a year younger, an adorable friend you always protected. but now? he was devastatingly pretty, powerful and more than capable of protecting you. could it be? rin had always felt something more for you?

“really?” you asked, your voice a little higher than you intended, too nervous to meet sae’s intense gaze. it was so hard to breathe when he was watching you like that. “i never knew.”

“he’s not open about it. i wouldn’t know either if he wasn’t my brother.” sae said, his eyes drifting back down to where rin slept, something close to contempt in those pretty teal eyes of his. “he’s out of it right now, the bastard. that’s why he’s acting like this. he’ll go back to being quiet and untouchable once he comes to his senses.”

then his eyes found yours again, almost lazily, but you could see the shimmer of irritation in his gaze. towards you? towards rin? towards himself? you couldn’t tell. then those eyes of his dragged from your eyes, all the way down your body, lingering on your little top, ending at your legs. then he pulled his eyes up back to meet your gaze again, butterflies fluttering in your lower abdomen — your fingers in rin’s hair faltered for a moment.

“and you?” you asked, your heart thumping rapidly against your ribcage. sae wasn’t innocent either. hadn’t rin said sometbing earlier? “he said you had a picture of me in your wallet. is that true?”

“and if it is?” sae’s response was spoken through a low and firm voice, even through his fever. it was nerve wracking. his nonchalance and his dominance in the conversation. your question, meant to throw him off guard, was only met with a direct and passive reply. ineffective. and it was unbearable. the way he watched you with those cold eyes with anger swirling within them. “you’re my friend since we were kids.” he said. then his eyes softened. your fingers paused their motion through rin’s hair as you watched sae. then you heard the softness in his voice. the sincerity. the realness of it. “should i not be allowed to cherish you?”

when sae looked at you now, you could see the emotions in his eyes you had once understood so well — now you could only wish and hope to decipher it.

you were quiet, too flustered and shocked to reply. all you knew was that this was too much for your poor heart to take.

you felt a breath brush against your thighs — rin rustled awake, eyes half-lidded and his arms tightening around your waist. “while i’m sleeping is lukewarm, sae.”

“shut up.” sae replied, his voice gravelly as he looked at his younger brother with something that nearly looked like irritation. “you’ve been with her the longest, you selfish bastard. it’s my turn.”

you looked between the two boys nervously, their bickering beginning once more. you were torn between snapping at them to stop arguing and slipping away from the room to catch your breath and settle your thoughts.

you moved, the slightest bit, hardly even moving your legs to hop off the bed before rin was tightening his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your thighs.

“don’t - don’t go. please.” he breathed, his voice rough from sleep and his fever, his touch almost possessive — needy. hesitantly, your fingers resumed brushing through his hair, his eyes fluttering shut again. “keep touching me. please. feels…” he groaned softly when your nails raked along his scalp, your heart leaping in your chest. “feels really good.”

“rin, if only you knew how you were acting right now.” you said, your voice so tender as you looked down at him — sae’s words echoing in your ears.

you could feel sae watching you intensely with narrowed eyes.

“i-i don’t care.” rin replied, shy and flustered once more. he kept his face pressed in your lap, his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. “wanna stay with you.”

“fuck you, rin. it’s my turn, you bastard.” sae snapped then, snatching the strawberry covers away from you and rin with a scowl.

“sae’s lying.” rin said desperately, lifting his head from your lap and looking up at you with the sweetest puppy eyes. “stay with me. please.”

“don’t listen to him.” sae said then, reaching forward and clasping his hand around your wrist that was in rin’s hair. he looked at you needily — and suddenly, you could hardly tell the difference between these boys. “i need you more.”

you smiled to yourself now, a little bit pleased by their behaviour. you lifted your other hand to softly cradle rin’s face as he looked up at you, your gaze so doting and loving. “you boys are so sweet and needy.”

rin only leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut once more. “can’t help it.”

then before rin could protest, you untangled yourself from his embrace and from sae’s hot grip on your wrist — both boys watching you with hopeful and desperate identical teal eyes. then you crawled over rin, sae’s lips parting as you settling in the center of the bed — right in between both brothers. your smooth legs slipped beneath the covers as you settled into the pillows.

your heart beat rapidly in your chest, a soft gasp escaping your parted lips as sae’s arm roamed over your waist before draping over you. then be buried his face against your chest over your heart as he groaned sleepily. rin’s arm wrapped around your thighs as he pressed his face against your abdomen — his eyes fluttering shut once more before letting out a shaky sigh.

your hands gently wove into their hair, listening to those soft needy sounds that escaped their lips as you worked your magic on them. and before long, both boys were slumbering and curled into you — at peace with each other for once, all for you.

you sighed, looking down at their sweet, innocent, pretty faces as they slept — a soft smile on your lips as you played with their hair dotingly. “what am i gonna do with you boys?”

#aweee :')

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cw: 1.2k wc, female reader, nothing explicit but implied friends with benefits agreement, pillow talk, reader is trying sooo very hard to be nonchalant

“Can you stay?”, Shoyo looks at you through long, fluttering lashes. He looks beautiful like this, propped on one elbow, the moonlight faintly illuminating his features.

“Why?”, you deadpan.

Because there’s no actual reason for you to go. Because it’s late and he doesn’t entirely trust whatever cab has to drive you to the other side of the city. Because he likes you so much it’s making him a little insane.

“Because I want you to”.

“What about what I want?”.

He hesitates for a brief moment.

“You want to leave?”.

You sigh quietly and avoid his gaze, filled with sincere concern, to focus on the ceiling instead.

It makes your chest ache, the way Shoyo is so effortlessly honest about how he feels, what he wants. It’s been like this since day one: he was the first to admit he wanted to take you out, the first to voice how badly he wanted to kiss you, take you home, keep you there.

He’s still the one taking all the risks and you hate yourself for it. Especially because of how easily you give in, end up in his bed way too often for someone who is supposedly meant to keep her distance. The promise you made yourself is dangerously close to crumbling like a house of cards who didn’t stand a chance in the first place. Not in the inescapable hurricane that is Shoyo Hinata.

“You’re thinking too much again”, one finger lightly traces the bridge of your nose, the touch effectively pulling you away from your thoughts, “do you want to go?”.

This time, you decide to give him what he wants. Which, unfortunately, also happens to be what you want.

“No”, you say. Shoyo’s hand gently cradles your jaw, guides you to look at him instead of his ceiling.

“Good. Come closer, then”, something flashes in his eyes but you still feel like you don’t know him well enough to grasp every facet of him. The thought somehow produces both comfort and dread.

With a sigh that makes Shoyo bite back a smile, you comply and scoot closer, until you’re back in your designated place: his arms. He solidly wraps them around your frame and you hide your face in his shoulder, nose pressed to his neck. You’re wearing one of his shirts but he’s still naked and the warmth of his chest creeps into the fabric to then ooze under your skin, into your bones, like honey.

“I wish I was like you”, it’s barely a whisper but you know he hears it loud and clear in the stillness of his bedroom, “never afraid of anything”.

He chuckles.

“Is that what you think? That’s not me”.

“You just… make everything look so easy. You’re brave”.

“That’s not what it is. I just take risks, always have. Doesn’t mean I’m not afraid”.

You scoff.

“Okay. Tell me one thing that frightens you, then”.

Shoyo hums, seemingly lost in thought. That’s one thing you know: he never actually has to think too long about what he wants to share. It just comes naturally. The one thing he takes time to evaluate is whether sharing what’s on his mind is worth it or not.

“I’m afraid of scaring you off”.

You sigh heavily and he chuckles again, content with the advantage he has in a game you were never meant to win.

“See? That’s what I mean. You can just say stuff like that”.

“You can too, it’s really not that scary”.

“It’s only not scary if you’re you”.

Shoyo smiles, you hear it in his voice when he speaks again.

“Say something that scares you. Do it now. I’ll cover my ears if you want”.

You huff out half a laugh and pull back slightly to look at him.

“Really?”.

“Sure. If you don’t want me to hear it, I won’t listen. But it’ll prove how easy it actually is”.

You jokingly narrow your gaze when he props himself on one elbow again and presses his palms over his ears. Shoyo just offers a grin.

Head now resting on his pillow, you take a deep breath.

“I like you so much. Enough to wish you belonged to me and not to Brazil. Enough to keep you here forever, if I could”.

He blinks slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly. Horrified, you grab his wrist to pull one of his hands down.

“You heard that!”.

“I absolutely didn’t-”

“Hinata!”.

“It’s not my fault the room is so quiet!”, he bursts into mirthful laughter when you groan into his pillow, mortified as you always get when the carefully crafted indifferent facade slips.

Shoyo doesn’t conceal the fondness in his gaze as he looks down at you, busy hiding your face in your hands.

“Can I say something too?”.

“No”.

“Not even if it’s scary and vulnerable and makes me a horrible person?”.

You peer up at him from in between your fingers.

“Fine. But it better make you absolutely execrable”.

A glimpse of his familiar smile is all you can catch before Shoyo wraps himself around you once more, only this time he’s resting his entire weight on you. You let out a playful oof as you hug him, a body that is all corded muscle, hard thighs and broad shoulders effectively sinking you further into the mattress. You can feel the swell of his biceps as he tightens his hold around your middle, soft wisps of unruly hair tickling your chin as Shoyo makes himself comfortable.

“I wish I could take you with me. I wish you belonged to me more than to your hometown, your job, your friends, maybe even your family. That’s how much I like you. That’s how much of a terrible person I am”.

A quiet laugh shakes you as one of your hands gently strokes his back.

“You couldn’t be a terrible person if you tried”.

“I mean it”.

“Good thing I’m here to do the right thing, then”.

“What’s the right thing?”.

“Accepting how selfish I can be and still not acting on it. Thinking about what’s best for you”.

Shoyo hums.

“I can decide what’s best for me. You know, as an adult”.

“Sure. And I hope you’ll soon find it”.

He tilts his head up, enough to press his lips to your jaw.

“I can belong to you and my career. I wouldn’t just drop everything and give up on my dream because of you. You don’t make me wish I didn’t have to leave, you just make me wish you trusted me, this, enough to try. To wait for me when I get back and have me wait for you when you come to me”.

Truth is, he wants to belong to you far more than he wants you to belong to him. He wishes to know you want him just as much, that the mere thought of him being with other people eats away at your sanity each time your brain conjures it.

You shut your eyes when you feel tears pricking at the back of them.

“Was saying all that scary?”, Shoyo hears the way your voice trembles and nuzzles further into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah”, he whispers.

“Couldn’t be scarier than admitting I’m falling in love with you”.

He stills, a marble statue pliant under your touch. And then, slowly, Shoyo lifts himself up enough to meet your gaze. There’s something so tender about the way he’s looking at you, it makes you feel far more vulnerable than the times when his eyes are filled with lust or passion. It feels different. It’s the most intimate you’ve ever been.

“See? You’re getting really good at this”, he murmurs. It eases the ice cold tension clutching your chest, makes you able to offer a smile.

“I still think this isn’t entirely wise”.

“That’s fine”, Shoyo intentionally brushes his nose against yours before leaning further down, “I’ve always been great at turning predictions around”.

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