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[bgyuus]

— sweet creature ₊˚ʚ

cw: sfw

timeskip!semi crushing on his manager!

“semi do you think you could pass me that amp?”

he looks up from his guitar to see you, mics in hand with another gesturing towards the guitar amp behind him. cracking a smile, he gets up and hands it to you, fingers brushing together for a brief moment.

it’s not enough contact for you to notice, but semi does. any type of interaction with you sends shockwaves through his body. it’s been this way for a while, but he had always brushed it off as pre-show jitters.

today was different though, he knew why he felt this way. semi liked you.

“oh! by the way, what type of…” your voice trails off, he doesn’t even register what you’re saying because he’s so focused on what’s in front of him.

he’s taking notice of the crinkles forming by your eyes because of your smile, the faint rosy blush on your cheeks.

“did she change her hair?” he thought to himself “it looks…really cute”

“umm semi? did you hear anything i just said?” you ask, rolling your eyes at his blank face. your sudden words snapping him back to reality.

“oh sorry no what’s up?” feeling his face warm up in shame, his thoughts finally registering in his mind.

okay this was crazy. but he was oddly into it, these wandering thoughts about you. he’s had them before but he thought that’s just how he is, a flirt. but now, he realized it had always been simple, he had feelings for you.

—

“you like the girl don’t ya eita,” his bandmate asked while tuning his guitar. semi spun around in his chair in complete shock, feeling his face burn up.

“how did you find out?” panicked, he felt like his advances were more obvious than he had hoped.

a flat string played, “crap, gotta redo this one”

“do that later!” semi scooted closer, dropping the music sheets he had in hand earlier, “was it obvious?”

his bandmate looked up, slight smile on his face. “eita, i think everyone but you and the chick know”

he groaned, hands covering his face in disbelief. all his bandmate could do was burst out laughing.

“this isn’t funny! god what if she thinks i’m a creep” semi’s on the floor now, in complete and utter despair.

wiping the corner of his eye, he says, “you kinda are dude, always lurking in the corner when she’s talking to us” he puts the guitar to the side.

he did feel something more. anytime he saw you speaking to the bandmates he couldn’t help but feel a twang of jealousy, which in fact did lead to him lurking behind walls or curtains listening in.

it’s not like you guys were even talking. you were just his manager, you had every right to socialize with all members of the crew so why did he feel entitled to want you to himself?

semi rolls his eyes, “my god you’re zero help”

“eita, my guy listen to me,” he sits beside semi. “do you like the girl?”

“isn’t it obvious?” he groans, mostly because his secret wasn’t so secret and partly because his pride was bruised. “yeah i guess i do.”

“then do something about it”

—

“even if i do like her,” he thought “would it affect the relationship we have already?” he couldn’t get these thoughts out of his mind. they clouded his mind, laying awake in bed still thinking about the countless possibilities.

he did so the whole night that night, tossing and turning, thinking up a way to make his feelings towards you clear when suddenly it came to him—the perfect plan.

—

“as i was saying” you continue, bumping his arm with your shoulder, making him stifle a laugh, “what type of bread did you want for the sandwich?"

he raises an eyebrow in disbelief, flicking your arm with his finger. “all that fuss for a question about bread?”

your face flushes, “well yeah, you haven’t eaten yet and you’re on in an hour” you mumble with a slight pout.

he leans down, dangerously close to your face, “aww you worry about me?” he says with a grin.

“oh shut up it’s not like that” you groan, “god forbid someone feeds you semi”

he laughs, loving every second of the effects caused by his teasing. with a sigh he finally says, “just get me whatever’s your favorite, we’ll split it sweetheart”

you sputter, “semi! we talked about this, don’t call me sweetheart” the guitar amp beginning to slip from the hand holding it up.

he catches onto the sudden slip and takes the amp back. “fine,” he grumbles, awfully pouty, “here i’ll help you with this.”

“thanks semi,” you huff, relieved from the weight of the amp, “just follow me i’ll show you where to put it” guiding him across the stage.

happy to just be around you, he smiled and followed your lead.

—

“is that okay?” he asks, sweating after helping you lug around some more equipment. “it’s perfect! thank you semi” shooting him the sweetest smile, making his whole body weak.

“you didn’t have to help me y’know” you say in between bites. you both ended up getting the same sandwich, eating some together before soundcheck.

“it’s no biggie, i wanted to” he says, looking down at his uneaten meal. “and because i wanted to see you happy” he thinks to himself, unsure if he was ready for you to know that particular detail behind his sudden need to help you.

he glances up, only for his eyes to meet yours. “semi you’re awfully quiet,” putting down your sandwich you scooch closer.

now you’re both sitting shoulder to shoulder, heart achingly close.

his heart starts beating faster, the flirty facade from earlier fading away. “oh yeah it’s just,” he starts, his voice beginning to shake. “pre-show jitters?” you finish, looking at him with eyes full of light.

“yeah, y’could say that” he mutters, bringing his knees to his chest. yeah, he’s got it bad. one look at him and you melted him to pieces.

you turn to him, placing a hand on his shoulder making him turn to look at you. eyes locked on each other and time seemed to stop. the shuffling of other people walking around you guys and the loud voices reduced to a low murmur.

“semi, i think you perform wonderfully,” you whisper, your gaze never faltering, sending shivers up his spine. “you’ll do great! just like always” you affirm, smiling at him, steering him off the edge of sanity.

being so close to you, he takes note of the things he’s admired from afar.

the way your hair fell over your shoulders, the way your eyelashes fluttered when you spoke to him and the faint scent of your lipgloss. he found himself really focusing on your lips now. “plump” he notes, “a nice pretty shade of pink”, he wondered what they would taste like.

“you think my lips are pretty?” you ask as he begins to close the space between you two.

“who wouldn’t?”

without thinking, he’s cupping your face with his hand whispering a quick, “can i?” waiting for any kind of confirmation on your side.

“we’re on in 30!” a voice tells out from behind the curtain.

and now he’s fully registered what he’s doing. he’s holding your face close to his, breath synchronized, almost kissing you.

“the hell am i doing,” he thinks to himself, “this wasn’t the plan eita.” letting go of your face he stands up, face burning red in shame.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t supposed to do that,” he mutters under his breath, you can barely make out what he was saying. “semi it— don’t worry about it, are you okay?” you’re up now, bringing your hand up to his shoulder.

glancing down at your sudden touch, he moves away, “yeah sorry, i’ve gotta go” and just like that he’s gone, disappearing behind the commotion of people getting the stage ready for the show.

wooo one of my longest works! wasn’t sure if i should finish it so you guys lmk! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

aaalso sososo sorry for being MIA (╥﹏╥)

[bgyuus]

moodboard for when a girl you don’t know compliments you

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im trying to get my writing spark back pls bare with me 😭🙏🏻

“can’t you visit me?”

“no.”

of course he would answer that, he always has. you groan in frustration as you fall head first into your pillows, mentally screaming. he can hear your obvious frustration at the end of your call and yet his face still stays the same.

“i’m on the other side of the world,” he states. well duh, you aren’t that dumb to know that. you groan again, this time sounding more like a sigh. “i’ll get on a plane for you!” you sit up on the bed almost an instant at the idea of taking the plane just for the sake of meeting him. this made him laugh, only to tell you not to do so. little did he know you were already searching for flight tickets.

luggage secured, hm what else, you thought silently as you look around the place. “boyfriend secured too,” a familiar voice calls out from behind, making your head immediately turn at the sound. your feet immediately picks up its pace, running over to him as you jump into his arms.

“told you i’ll come to you, rin.”

“and i’m excited to finally see your face.”

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*ੈ‧₊༺ SPIDERVERSE AU! ༺‧₊ ੈ

characters: spiderman!itoshi rin (bllk) x gn!reader contents: fluff, some jealous!rin, college setting, hint of mutual pining, mention of injuries and blood a/n: do spiderman suits have pockets … (not proofread btw) wc ~ 1.2k

spiderman!rin who you’d accidentally come across in the alley just beside your apartment complex, passed out and injured from one of his vigilante shenanigans late into the night.

Deciding to take him in out of pity, you took care of his injuries as much as his torn suit would allow you to before letting him rest in your living room.

spiderman!rin who’d almost freaked out when he woke up in the middle of the night to find himself in a stranger's home, all his wounds roughly cleaned and patched up. Another thing he didn’t expect was to come face to face with his pretty, pretty classmate the moment they stepped out of their bedroom, barely clad in anything except an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts.

The both of you gasped in surprise at the sight of each other. Almost stumbling back into the couch he had been sleeping on, a raging blush grew on his cheeks when he briefly took a glimpse at your bare legs. You didn’t manage to utter any words before he dashed out of your window, swinging off your balcony before he disappeared into the night.

Something small and brightly colored fell to the floor. It was a small plastic-wrapped treat that had seemingly slipped out of the stranger’s pocket when he’d abruptly left. You squatted down to pick it up, curiosity gnawing at you further as the identity of this man remained a mystery, for you’d never once touched his mask in respect of his privacy.

spiderman!rin who, as your classmate and deskmate, refused to meet your eyes the day after. Sure, he was still his usual aloof and cold self, but you were beyond confused at the way he actively avoided looking at your face.

“Hey, you still listening?” You’d asked during one of your class discussions, peering at him in the corner of your eye. Rin gave you a low hum as an answer. Wanting to tease him, you picked up one of your colorful permanent markers and uncapped it before reaching over to him.

He flinched in surprise when the sharp tip made contact with the tender flesh between his neck and shoulder, causing the pen to haphazardly drag across his skin. You raised an amused brow, biting down on your lip to stifle the laugh bubbling in the back of your throat. “You’re doodling, Rin.”

The ravenette gritted his teeth as embarrassment coursed through him, noticing the inked cobwebs he’d randomly sketched in his notes. “Shut it,” he’d muttered, his face still turned away as he turned over another page to hide the little drawings.

Who could blame him, really? If he’d spared you even a second glance, a flurry of mental images of you in your nightly pajamas would appear in his mind.

You, in your damn shirt and shorts looking so damn pretty and adorable and soft and he wanted to kiss you so bad for taking care of him—

'Wait, what?' Rin cursed under his breath.

spiderman!rin whose eyes had widened just the tiniest bit when he saw what you’d been fiddling with in your hands. It was a fruit candy, one that he’d received from a thankful little boy after Rin had saved him a few hours before he had winded up on your balcony.

He’d nonchalantly asked where’d you gotten it from, and the way you’d answered oh-so-sweetly, “Oh, it’s just something… from someone amazing,” had him flustering down to his very core.

spiderman!rin who’d seethe and sneer to himself when he spotted you out on a date with some lukewarm guy, that mucky green monster prowling inside him like a rapacious predator.

An empty can had suddenly hit the back of your date’s head? Must’ve been the wind or something. Your date suddenly tripped while he was walking beside you? He must be one clumsy bastard. The street light suddenly burnt out when your date tried to kiss you before he sent you home? Your neighborhood must’ve been haunted…

Yeah, that was definitely it.

spiderman!rin who’d ended up on your balcony that same day for some reason that was even unknown to himself, peeking through the curtains as he tried to hold in the pained grimace at the pull on his wounded skin every time he moved.

He shouldn’t be here, he didn’t want to be here. That first time was awkward enough that Rin had wished for anything else to happen but a repeat of it, especially now after bearing witness to your date with someone else that was not him.

Though ever the astute observer, you noticed him before he could think twice about his questionable decisions, immediately trotting over to open your window for him.

Similar to that fateful night, you’d invited him in to treat all his wounds; the ones on his neck, his chest, arms, anywhere that the shredded suit had given you access to, really, all the while the two of you slid into a comfortable blanket of silence.

This night, too, you’d avoided touching anywhere above the hem of his mask, and he’d left something behind albeit deliberately.

spiderman!rin who had begrudgingly fallen into a routine of visiting you every time he got hurt. You’d open your window for him, wordlessly take care of his injuries before he’d leave a little trinket he’d picked up from his adventures for you and promptly make his way out of your home.

Rin didn’t know what to think of this arrangement; this… weird, dubiously domestic dynamic you two had grown to settle into. And unbeknownst to him, neither did you.

How long did he want to keep the secret, you’d wondered.

spiderman!rin who had been terribly injured after a fight gone wrong, stumbling into your apartment after you’d let him in. You’d almost shrieked after seeing his worse-than-usual state, concern tripping over the pinch of fear that had tumbled into you.

After patching him up the best that you could, you tense slightly when his head lolled down to your shoulder. You were chastising him for not going to the hospital for something this serious but Rin was too delirious with the pain and blood loss, he was barely listening to anything you were saying.

“Sorry, I - fuck, sorry. I-I didn’t get you anything this time,” he’d weakly whispered.

Your breath hitched, heart thundering against your ribcage at his words. You slowly exhaled, hot puff of breath brushing against his cold skin as you squeezed your eyes shut in resolve.

“You don’t need to get anything for me. Just come back safely every time and I’ll be happy to welcome you home, Rin,” you’d murmured.

spiderman!rin who felt your touch creeping up to the edge of his mask, gently as if to ask for his permission.

Rin wanted to ask how’d you find out it was him, but with how exhausting the day had been, he decided it was a problem for tomorrow him to figure out.

And so he let you free him from the confine of his alternate persona before carefully wrapping your arms around his back, pulling him closer as he nuzzled into your neck like a touch-starved cat to seek more of your warmth.

If you were to be honest, though, it wasn’t that hard, truly. The second time you’d treated him, you’d seen the barest part of his neck; the part where you’d drawn on him with your marker by a mere chance.

That measly little line he’d refused to wash off, hoping that it’d stay on his skin for as long as it possibly could. Because, however silly it may be, it was still a trace, a mark left behind by you.

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Writing skills and motivation come back..please honey the kids(my ideas that I can't finish) miss you🥹🙏

[bgyuus]

rin itoshi ʚ ɞ size kink

cw. smut mdni , size kink , manhandling , praise

thinking about your boyfriend rin who has a painfully obvious size kink and just loves to deny that he has one. he thinks it’s vulgar you’d even suggest such a thing!

he’ll say this, then take a second too long staring at your shorter stature when he’s towering over you, or when he purposefully makes you stand on your tip toes just so you can try to reach him for a kiss.

he even does this thing sometimes where he’ll just pick you up with such ease so you can reach the top shelf. it’s a casual flex that he makes out is no big deal, but you’re definitely sure you felt a graze of his boner on your ass.

then comes him ‘unintentionally’ manhandling you during play fights, his larger build and insane strength giving him the upper hand every time and ultimately leads to him having you lead down on your bed with his bare cock lined up on your stomach, reaching way past your belly button, talking about just how small you are compared to him and wondering how he’s gonna make it fit.

but he’ll have you completely under him nonetheless, his broad frame engulfing yours while his tip alone is already making you a whimpering mess, completely stretching you out and rin feels like he’s experiencing pure bliss.

he also has this habit during sex where he’ll press down on your stomach, feeling how much of him you’re taking, whispering dirty praises in your ear about how pretty you look under him, taking his huge cock like a champ.

so, when you lay this all out to him, his ears and cheeks insanely red from embarrassment, he just might realise he actually does have a painfully obvious size kink. but he won’t ever admit that to you. as if he’d give you the satisfaction.

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[bgyuus]

rin would absolutely be the type of bf to randomly pull your chair closer at the dinner table (even if you're out at a restaurant or eating with friends), or loop an arm around your waist when you're out and about, just to pull you into his chest, or hook his chin over your shoulder when you're both in the kitchen and you're trying to bake or something. and he wouldn't say anything, he'd just be content being close to you -- it's the physical contact he likes, the thing he craves (he itches for it, sometimes literally) and if you ever asked him about it, asked him what he's doing, he'd just shrug and be like --

"nothing. just wanted you closer."

"rin... we're already pretty close."

"mm. yeah. but... not enough."

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For the ladies: need help picking a scenario for a woman to be in the Blue Lock facility without making them a stereotypical (Y/n)? I gotchu bbg.

SCENARIOS

note: all of the ocs/(yn)s here are all 15-19 (high school to first year of college age) depending on your preference.

1. A manager who does the same jobs as Anri but is much more involved personally with the players

- One way this could play out is someone who is a manager from another club or U20 team (ex; Bastard München) and is transferred to Blue Lock, whether it’s out of personal interest or a request from Ego. Either way, with her experience, she helps the players with ease and professional advice and also acts as a PR manager of sorts for them, and might even begin a romance with one of them.

- Another way is perhaps someone who is in desperate need of money and is willing to do anything for money. One day, she checks a sketchy website for new job offers with lots of money, and the new Blue Lock program hiring managers catches her eye. She instantly applies and gets in almost immediately, and helps out the players and Anri. She also might get into a love story with one of the players.

- Another way is someone who is an intern at the JFU (Japanese Football Union) and is assigned to work on Blue Lock with Anri, as the intern is only a teenager and Anri is a new hire and only 22 and fresh out of college. While Anri is helping out Ego more, the intern is helping out the players more while also learning more about herself, soccer, relationships, and love.

2. A nurse who checks the medical data of players and nurses them back to health during injuries or sickness.

- One way this scenario could play out is perhaps someone who is an aspiring doctor, and one way to train herself is to sign up for Blue Lock. She has enough medical knowledge to know what to do with common sicknesses like colds or fevers, and she knows how to deal with broken or fractured bones and more. She’s mostly learning how to truly have patients trust her, and she herself learns to fall in love.

- A daughter of a doctor who is called to Blue Lock, but her parent instead gives her the opportunity to help out at Blue Lock. Any plausible reason would be fine, but to not be too repetitive, I think that maybe something similar to being able to have a backup plan if she ever can’t go to college or doesn’t know what profession to chase could be a good reason for why she’s at Blue Lock.

3. A chef at the facility who is supposed to work in secret but is seen one night by a participant

- Okaaaaaaay so major Rin vibes here, but anyways she’s desperate for money so drops out of high school begins working at some random restaurant as a chef and just earns enough to barely get by. But one day, Ego visits the restaurant and hires her to cook for Blue Lock. She agrees, and she’s the one who cooks all the food at BLLK. One night, when all the players are supposed to be asleep, she sneaks out of her room to eat something, but doesn’t realize that a player from one of the wings had just finished extra training and was eating away. Let’s just say that their love story started from there.

4. An aspiring psychologist who wants to see what will happen to the mentalities and personalities of the players before and after Blue Lock

- HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY Isagi main love interest vibes here, but she’s kind of a weird person. She’s always analyzing the personalities of people because she’s so lonely and just wants to feel loved by someone. She then goes to Blue Lock out of pure interest just to see the results of the project. She accidentally sees one of the results of the elimination tag game for one of the teams, and she basically falls in love with the final eliminator then and there. She then kind of just hangs around them to see their personality, but she unknowingly becomes more and more in love with the person who she finds most psychologically interesting.

5. A former athlete who receives a career ending injury but becomes a regular spectator/mentor in Blue Lock

- So basically, she is a young athlete and is in love with whatever sport she’s playing and what’s to be the world’s best (I personally think ice skating would be perfect for this prompt…but anyways). But then one day at a competition or performance or match, she receives a career ending injury that will never heal, especially not if she keeps playing. Forced to quit and bitter about her injury, she goes to Blue Lock as a former athlete to watch a group of teenage boys try to achieve the dream that she once had, and she becomes a mentor and PR manager of sorts, giving them advice and encouragement.

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──── 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 (𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭) ˊˎ - ⊹₊ masterlist / rules ꒰ pairing: Cyno x Reader ꒱ ꒰ word count: 4.9k ꒱ ꒰ c.w: NSFW content, MDNI, hurt/comfort, reader has disorganised attachment style bc it's angsty and I self-project, semi-public sex, make-up sex ꒱

❀ 。𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒑!

⊹ ° 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔: "I need you to let me go." ⊹ ° 𝒅𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒊𝒍: "Then let’s just stay here, together. No words needed." ⊹ ° 𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆: "Shh... you don’t want anyone to find out, do you?"

It was foolish, really, to think you could evade the General Mahamatra’s eye. You haven’t seen him since your days in the Akademiya, of course, but your friend Amira has been keeping you up to date with all that’s been going on in your absence since you moved to Natlan two years ago to conduct research on the paper you’ve been working tirelessly on. You told her that you didn’t want to hear about Cyno’s rise through the ranks, that anything there once was between the two of you was over, but she always seemed to ignore that part as she kept you up to date with everything. She’d always been a bit of a gossip but you were no saint in that department yourself. 

A part of you is sure that he must have seen you before you noticed him in the market, white hair shining under the blaring desert sun from beneath his jackal hood. But if he had seen you already, he’d chosen not to approach you. You were glad for this, worried that he’d come along to open old wounds. 

You’d done well in breaking his heart, even if you broke your own in doing so. 

He’d only written to you once but you never replied – in fact, you’d never even broken the wax that sealed the envelope shut. It was still tucked away amongst your old essays you kept from when you were a student, gathering dust in a box in your storage room. After your silence, there were no more letters sent from him. 

You weren’t prepared for anything long-distance. It’s not that you wanted to see other people in your time abroad, just that it would hurt too much, it would feel unfair to the both of you, to pass so many milestones with neither of you there by one another’s side… 

He’d tried to convince you otherwise, of course – you’d been in love after all – but you were adamant on breaking things off. He deserved better and that serpentine sensation of insecurity would constrict at your chest. He was worthy of someone who would be there for him, someone better than you. It was for his own good. That’s what you told yourself, what you’d repeat when you’d wake from dreams of his sun-kissed skin and jasper eyes. How the mind likes to torture. 

Evening falls and you sit in the tavern you’ve been staying in while you make your way back home to the city, eating your dinner alone while the room is full of chatter. That’s when the chair opposite you scrapes along the floor and the very man you’ve been avoiding seats himself before you. You finish your mouthful and find yourself swallowing harder than needed. 

“Cyno…” Is all you can think to say to greet him despite the cacophony of regrets and apologies that run amok in the back of your mind. 

“I didn’t think you’d be back for another year yet.” His words make you bite the inside of your cheek at the implication behind them. Had he been waiting for your return? That wasn’t what you wanted, you’d wanted him to find someone worthy of him, to move on and be happy, to leave you in his past where you belonged. 

“The sakoku decree.” You answer with a sigh. You hadn’t anticipated coming back this early but political tensions had begun too thick and as soon as whispers of the nation locking its borders became public concern, you decided to get out while you could. You’d have no way of knowing when you could return home otherwise, research be damned. It would be for nothing if you couldn’t even get it out into the world. “I was right to leave when I did, the Raiden Shogun’s already summoned storms in the seas over Inazuma’s waters.” Cyno lets out a hum to show he approves of your foresight, a nod of his head accompanying the gesture. 

This smalltalk was meaningless and you both knew it. The room felt stuffy with unexpressed thoughts and feelings. But you’ve been running from this for two years now and you weren’t sure you knew how to face it yet and so you keep the small catch-up going.

“Amira told me about your promotion to General. Congratulations.” You say. It’s over a year late though and you know it. If things had worked out any better, you’d have been with him celebrating upon the day of the announcement. 

“Thank you. I’m definitely a lot busier than when we were together but it’s important work and I take pride in it.” There it is. The past. It’s a not-so-subtle hint he wants to talk about how you broke things off, how you were so stubborn in not finding alternatives to being near one another to make things work, how cruel your words had been when you broke his heart to make sure he wouldn’t come chasing you. “All these years I’ve been thinking about you, about us-” 

You cut him off there, insecurity sharpening itself into a spear that impales through your chest and commands you to pull him onto its blade with you.

“I need you to let me go.” You say bluntly, voice cold and harsh despite the pain in the back of your throat. Why were you like this? Why did you feel the need to hurt him out of some misguided – perhaps even deluded – sense of emotional self-preservation? Perhaps he was expecting you to be this same way as when you last spoke because he quickly closes his mouth and looks at you with pensive eyes. 

“Aren’t you tired?” He simply asks and a part of you both yearns for and detests the pity in his voice.

“What?”

“Of running. Aren’t you tired of it?” 

You scoff, leaning back in your seat. Everything about your body language is the opposite of how you truly feel and you get the sense you’ll lay in bed tonight tearing yourself up about not just telling him while the opportunity sits before you now for the taking. Why are you like this? Why can’t you just spill what’s in your caged heart? “And what exactly is it that you think I’m running from? What we had was good but it’s over now. Our relationship doesn’t need a post-mortem.” The words come out harsher than intended. 

But, as you’ve spent years having dreams of him and missing what once was, he’s had time to think about how you acted that day too. Your facade no longer fools it and he’s had time to chip away at cracks to reveal what was truly going on in your mind when you ended things. He didn’t think he’d get to see you for another year but you’ve run into each other by chance and, unlike you, he seizes his opportunities when presented to him. And now he’s going to tear down those walls you’re desperately building high around you. 

He stands. “Come with me.” You sigh as though it’s a huge inconvenience to you but, really, your fingers are already trembling at the thought that he’s seeking your vulnerability, that you’ll have to tell him that you broke things off when you left because the thought of being so far from him made you realise that he deserved so much more than you felt you were able to give. 

“Fine, let me pay for my meal first.”

“I already did.” Your heart warms at the thoughtful gesture from him but guilt then twists at it. You didn’t deserve his kindness. 

“Thank you.” You tuck your chair in behind you and follow him in silence through the village as he leads you over a bridge towards the statue of the seven. You find yourself hiking through the sand as the sun sets over the desert until the two of you are atop one of the many steep rock faces that surround Aaru village and protect it. He sits down and you join him, looking up at the emerging stars for a while with an unusual energy between the two of you. On one hand, this brings back pleasant memories of when you’d stargaze from the canopy of the ancient tree that Sumeru City is built around. On the other, you weren’t those in-love students anymore. Those days were now gone, shattered by your own cursed hands. 

“I never really needed to know all the fates written across the stars back then. That was always for the Rtawahist students to understand. I was just happy to be there with you.” His words make you bite the inside of your cheek. You felt the same way.

“Yeah… me too.” You reply quietly and lay back in the sand, finding it easier to talk if you have an excuse to not look at him. 

“You know… it really hurt, the way you broke things off.” He says quietly. He may be a General but he’s still just a man with a heart soft for those he holds dear. 

“It was supposed to…” You mumble. “I didn’t want you coming after me.” He lays down beside you but he’s on his side while you’re on your back, looking at you while your gaze is fixed to the twinkling lights in the darkening sky. You could curse them for the way you are, for being so afraid without the fear to express it, for lashing out at those you love out of some overwhelming feeling even you’re yet to wholly understand. You open your mouth to elaborate more but end up closing it again. Maybe you should just let him hate you, maybe it’s for the best. But he says nothing, seeing your hesitance and giving you the room to continue.

“I…” You rub the edge of your shirt between your fingers, hands needing something to occupy them, body needing some way of expressing the whirlwind of strange feelings in your chest that your brain can’t quite seem to translate, a foreign language you have no dictionary to. “I wasn’t going to be able to be there for you. You deserved that at the very least from a relationship. I’m not good with words so letters never would have sufficed in place of being there. I’m just glad to know you still had people like Tighnari there for you – Amira told me about that too.” 

He lets out a soft laugh, your words heavy but he doesn’t want them to weigh upon your being and crush you before this opportunity can slip between his fingers. “She’s always been a gossip, she doesn’t seem to miss a thing. Perhaps I should try convincing her to join the Matra. We’re always looking for better ways to gather intelligence.”

Despite your gloomy mood, the banter brings a faint smile to your lips. He can’t help but look at you the way he once adoringly did as a student. 

“I was horrible to you and I don’t want you to think that I don’t know that or I don’t care about it. I guess I wanted what’s best for you and I took that decision into my own hands. Y’know… cruel to be kind.”

He lets out a sigh and follows your gaze up towards the stars. “But that wasn’t your decision to make. I deserved a choice in that too.” You stay silent and chew your lip. You don’t want to admit it but you know he’s right. 

“I dreamt about you a lot while I was away.” You murmur ever so quietly, treading a line towards vulnerability that you’re not sure you’re comfortable with. His brows raise and he turns his head towards you once more.

“You did?” 

You nod your head. “I don’t regret ending things-” Not exactly the truth, “-but I do regret how I did it. I was cruel to you. I knew you were doing well in Matra and I didn’t want you following me out of Sumeru. I’m not worth throwing away something that special for.” The self-depreciating words slip out before you can even register how raw they are and it makes you swallow down a burning that’s building up in the back of your throat. Cyno props himself up on his arm to get a better look at you. 

“It’s hard to hear you talk about this like some big self-sacrifice after the things you said, you know.” 

“Yeah…” Guilt buries its talons into your heart, “I wanted you to hate me…”

“But why?” He presses, feeling as though he’s finally starting to get somewhere with you. 

“I was always so focused on my work, leaving everything else behind in favour of it. Honestly, I was surprised with myself when I even entertained having a relationship at all when we were students, it was so unlike me. I can’t… I can’t be that and a good partner at the same time.” Your eyes scrunch shut. This is getting too much now, too raw and that instinct to lash out, to run away, is rearing its ugly head again. “I know sorry won’t cut it but I hate that I hurt you and I- I know it was fucked up and I wasn’t even thinking, I was just feeling but I don’t even know what and- and I’m sorry. I know that won’t make things right but I’m shit with words and I’m shit with expressing myself and I never should have hurt you. It was hypocritical to want what’s best for you and break your heart in the same breath, selfish even.” You ramble out as you feel yourself closing up again, wanting to get it out before you can ruin things all over again with him.

You tilt your head back against the sand and bite down on your quivering bottom lip to keep it still as tears threaten your eyes. Cyno is quiet for a while and the silence tortures you. 

“I’m glad you can see it from my perspective at least. You hurt me a lot and… honestly, it was pretty fruitless because it made it harder to move on from you instead of easier like you seemed to think it would. But I don’t want to hate you, I’m not sure if I can. I care about you too much and I think you still care about me too, you just…” He’s not quite sure how to agree that your attachment style is a wreck without upsetting you and potentially killing his chance to mend things between the two of you. You might act like you have everything together but he’s had time now to realise that isn’t the case. You’re defensive, evasive even, but he wants to know why, to help perhaps. “I’m just glad to see you again right now, to be under the stars like we used to.” You’re quiet for a moment as a wave of nostalgia hits you at the familiar sight of the night sky above. Why can’t you go back to that delicate, fleeting time when you could connect with people again? How could you stop those misguided outlashes? 

“Me too…” You whisper. Tears bud in the corners of your eyes. You want to spill out apologies over and over but you know the damage you caused is beyond that. You want to beg for forgiveness but feel as though you don’t deserve it, you don’t have the right to put him in that position. “I just… I don’t want to mess things up again. I feel right now like if I keep running my mouth, I’m just going to set myself back to square one, so I-” You cut yourself off, having said enough. 

"Then let’s just stay here, together. No words needed." You finally turn your head just enough to glance at him through glassy eyes and give a grateful little nod. Feeling the prelude of tears and sobs, you seek a distraction but there’s only the stars above and sands below. You want to burrow yourself into his chest like you used to but no longer feel worthy of such a privilege. 

However, he’s the one to reach out, fingers brushing ever so lightly against your wrist before laying his hand over yours, not quite holding it, giving you a chance to retreat. You don’t and instead hook your little finger around his, undeserving of anything more from him in your own mind. You felt pathetic, like a hypocrite, stuck in your own self-loathing and lashing out with hatred  at the first sight of a helping hand. But change doesn’t come easily, even if you yearn for it. 

Having missed you ever so dearly, he intertwines his fingers with yours. The feeling makes you tremble and you close your eyes to try and stop your forthcoming tears but it’s counterproductive, instead making them slip down the sides of your face. 

“Hey…” Cyno says softly as he sees them track down your skin, propping himself to lean up over you and brush one away with a calloused thumb. Your tears only confirm his theory that you’re not maliciously cruel, that there’s something going on within which you’re struggling with, seemingly fighting a losing battle against. His tender touch feels incredible and yet you’re riddled with guilt for accepting it. But you give in, placing your hand over his as he cups your cheek and more tears pour freely from your eyes. You choke back a sob and he helps you sit up before pulling you into your arms. You bury your face in his shoulder, not wanting to be seen as you cry, and he can feel the tremors that wrack through you as he rubs your back soothingly. 

“I should’ve been so much better to you.” You sob and he shushes you, not wanting you to upset yourself any more than you already are. 

“Don’t think about the past right now, we’re in the present. We’ll talk it out later.” He says, knowing he’ll get nowhere if he doesn’t tread your careful pace. You cling to him like a lifeline as you wet his clothes with your tears. After a while, the sobs stop but you can hardly bear to pull away and have him see you with puffy eyes and wet lashes. He seems to understand and instead pulls you closer, sitting between his legs now. You steady your breathing as you lean against his chest and his hand rubs up and down the silhouette of your waist in soothing motions. 

After a while, you finally tilt your head up to look at him but find he’s so close that his nose is nudging against yours ever so slightly. Suddenly, a spark seems to alight between you, one you thought you’d stamped out and doused in water. But it persisted, survived, and right now it’s stopping either of you from pulling apart from each other, instead causing your gazes to fix to one another’s mouths. 

Cyno is the first to lean in more, giving you every opportunity to pull away. But he’s missed you, missed holding you close like this and kissing you breathless like he used to. You don’t pull away though and instead give yourself to the count of three to either put distance between you or finally conquer that terrible creature within you that seems so set on keeping you alone. You surge forwards and crash your lips against his before you can make the wrong decision and his arms wrap around you even tighter to pull you in and never let you leave again. 

It’s raw and messy, his tongue soon gliding against yours as your hands tangle in his soft hair, skewing the hat of his uniform to one side in the process. Your heart bursts and suddenly all the weight that had been crushing it is lifted by his kisses. A small part of you almost can’t believe he even wants to kiss you after all you’ve done; but you push the thought down, instead simply taking the present for what it is as he told you to do earlier. 

He leans back and you follow him until you’re perched over him, propped up by one hand beside his head. His kisses trail down your jaw and his hands glide from your hips just slightly up your waist.

“Is this okay?” He asks, not wanting to charge into this too soon if it’s not what you’re feeling too. You eagerly nod and your lips find the place just below your ear that you remember to be oh so sensitive. He turns the two of you over so you’re now the one laid in the sand, hands roaming the shape of your body, how you’ve changed, how you’ve stayed the same. His teeth tug gently at your bottom lip as his hands rest just below your breasts. He doesn’t quite cup your plush bust just yet, still wary of how skittish you may still be about affection after all these years. But it only feels like a tease and you whine before grabbing his wrists and dragging his hands upwards. The way your flesh yields under his calloused hands makes him feel weak and he’s not so sure he can hold himself steadily over you.

A breathless laugh leaves you when he moves you yet again, making you straddle his lap this time, strong thighs beneath yours. Cyno may not have a towing figure but he’s still the General Mahamatra and to underestimate his strength would be foolish. His hips buck up against yours instinctually before he reels himself in a little. But you’re caught up in the moment now, despairing insecurity be damned. Right now you’re who you used to be, the student who could float through social groups effortlessly and spent her free time with her white-haired boyfriend. You fear this moment may be fleeting so you take it for all it’s worth. 

You reciprocate his grinding motion, breasts pushing against his lean chest. His hands glide over your hips and fingers splay over your ass, taking greedy handfuls of your softness. He starts to hike up your long skirt until it’s bunched around your waist and he pulls away for a moment to look down at how your thighs straddle his lap, thin panties the only thing covering you as you sit atop him. He lets out a moan and drags you closer by your rump, seating you right upon his stiff cock that’s still confined to his pants. 

Arousal pools in your core and becomes all that exists, pussy drooling at the now-distant memory of how he used to stretch you open. Pleasure fogs your mind and you barely even care that the two of you are tangled in each other’s limbs on the sand right now. Your back arches and your lips find his neck again, pulling at his clothing so you can glide your lips across his shoulders and nip at his collarbone. He lets out a growl and the way his leaking tip is seeping into his pants becomes an unbearable sensation. He pulls at his belts until he can free his cock with a shaky breath of relief, pumping it a few times. You almost grow jealous of the sweet friction he’s feeling as your own hand goes down the front of your panties.

“Ah, ah, ah~” He tuts and pulls your hand away by the wrist, instead he tucks the cotton of your underwear aside and his own fingers glide through your sticky slit. “Fuck, you’re already so wet.” He hisses under his breath. He remembers exactly how to touch you like you’d only last slept with each other yesterday, thumb swiping upwards to lightly press against your clit. You whine while he slides two more fingers through your folds to cover them in your juices before pressing up into your cunt. 

Your arms had been loosely wrapped around his neck but your hands now tug at his long hair, pushing your hips down to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Archons, you’re still just as tight.” He moans as he curls his fingers to rub against your sweet spot while his thumb presses more firmly to your clit. You can’t resist the urge to rock your hips against the sweet sensation. It’s almost like you two of you had never parted in the first place, your bodies remembering each other. You let out a soft mewl and reluctantly drag his hand away from your slit in favour of grinding yourself against his hard length instead. His hands sink into your hips as he bites his lip at the feel of you, so soft and slick, teasingly grinding on him with nothing between you. You mewl as his tip catches against your clit a few times before taking him in your palm, feeling the weight of him, and pumping him in your fist a few times as you lift your hips to line him up to your hole. 

Your eyes meet his now, both your gazes glazed with lust, a silent question passed between you. He gives a curt nod of his head without hesitation and you can’t help but keen at how his thick cock stretches you open as you seat yourself on him. You support your weight with your knees digging into the cool sand, moans bubbling past your lips as you begin to bounce shallowly on his length. His lips press to yours in order to swallow up all your saccharine sounds. 

"Shh... you don’t want anyone to find out, do you?" He croons against your mouth as you puff out little panted breaths. He’s right and you know it. You might be out of sight but you’re not out of earshot to anyone who may be at these outskirts of the village. His fingers dip into the plush flesh of your ass to gain the leverage to start bouncing you on his lap, his head falling against your shoulder at the squeeze of your cunt around him. “Fuck I’ve missed this, missed you.” He moans as his lips wrap around a tender spot on your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he sucks a mark onto your flesh. 

Your mind isn’t clear enough to stop him, instead all you can do is buck your hips against him, grinding your hips in circles that make him draw in an inward hiss while your aching clit catches against him. You squeeze on him more and you can hear the slick sounds he pulls from you as your ass smacks against his thighs each time he bottoms out into you. 

He lays back against the sand so he can get a better look at you as you ride him, propping his knees up so he can better push up into your warm, sticky hole. He lets out a long groan and deft fingers reach up to open your blouse and pull your bra down just enough to reveal your pretty nipples to him. 

“Archons, these are still as pretty as ever too.” He practically whines as he watches the way they bounce with how you move up and down on his thick cock. His hands come up to grope at them, pinching and tugging slightly at the peaks in a way that causes shivers to pour down your front, pooling in your core where he buries himself over and over again. 

He seems to remember all your sweet spots as he keeps rubbing against them as though the two of you haven’t been apart for years. Your breath comes out in fast, warm pants as you tilt your head back, arms resting over his shoulders and hands tangling in his mass of white hair, tugging without even realising.

“Fuck, ‘m close.” You whine and he sits up with a speed that almost startles you, using more of his strength to pull you up and down on his cock as his lips wrap around one of your nipples and suck hard, pulling a cry from you that you muffle against his head, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. 

“Cum for me.” He groans as he unlatches from your breast. “This cock’s always been yours, show me you know that. Come on, darling.” His honeyed words and the way he moves to suck on your other nipple tip you over the edge and your walls flutter and squeeze on him as your orgasm rips through you. He lets out a moan hypocritical to how he’d reminded you to be quiet earlier and lifts you off his cock to seat you on his thighs instead, taking himself in hand and rubbing his length with your wetness until  he’s shooting ribbons of hot cum on your abdomen with a series of grunts and whines. “Fuck…” He gasps at the sight of his seed painting your skin. 

Heart still hammering, you lean forward and rest your head against his shoulder as he squeezes your hips and his hands glide up and down your back to try and soothe the way you’re shaking. His lips press against your skin below your ear as you both pant for breath. “Don’t leave again.” He murmurs in a quiet plea, “I don’t know what you’re running from, and you don’t have to tell me right now, but let me face it with you. Don’t think you have to walk through this world alone.” 

Feeling a little more vulnerable and open after having shared your body with him once more, you offer a little nod and nuzzle into his chest once more beneath the stars. 

Who knows? Perhaps they may have already determined that you can evade this terrible insecurity with him holding your hand along the way.

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ᯓ✩ 𝒑.𝒔: this ended up being way longer than I anticipated because I got pretty into it lol. my first time writing for Cyno too!

i've always loved these sort of aesthetic secret ingredient requests!!! hm hm hmm, ah, how about cyno, kaveh, baizhu, ayato....... ingredients!!! - angel tears - dryad oil - nymph tongue NSFW welcomed with open arms!! <3' i also had sort of a theme with this pick with these characters, i dubbed it "the before" because i like the idea of the chars falling in love before they entered/during the time they attended the akademiya finding an upperclassmen they respect and admire turning to something more, or in ayato's case it could be angst-y because it's before his current rise to power, maybe you looked down on him but now he has you at his beck and call? optional spice for extra flavoring, yandere or omegaverse or both are equally welcome, also ummm i'm down bad for any scenes that involve sitting in a char's lap. let me sit on those legs!!!! -@yanna-yuna

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ITOSHI RIN is honestly sick of all of the stupid lovey dovey tiktoks you send him. first of all, he barely uses tiktok (his profile is just his name and nothing is customised), second of all, he only uses it to like your posts (you're the only one he follows) and third of all, he just doesn't have the time! but he hates seeing you look so dejected whenever he tells you that he hasn't seen your messages filled with links yet, so he has no other choice but to bear with it.

and one in particular has been on his mind lately. he hasn't been able to see you in days, and the separation is starting to get to him. no hugs, no kisses, no you, no nothing! he thought being victim to your favourite trends was beyond him, but with all of the couples baking cookies shaped like each other, it was sparking something inside of him without consent.

on a random tuesday night, you got a text from rin. that's rare, because he barely ever texts you first. and what was it? a video of him baking cookies shaped like you. he was silent, straight faced, only showing off the ingredients and dough every now and then before you finally got to see the final result. you could tell he tried his best, even putting in the tiniest of details, and creating separate smaller cookies to stick on top.

no, he didn't really want to record himself, but he knew what you were like. he knew you wanted to post the video on tiktok, wanting to show off this new form of affection he's evolved into. he doesn't get it, but he knows it makes you happy.

@cherrysurf

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— SO TIGHT! Ft, Rin Itoshi

Seeing your boyfriend Rin in the blue lock full body uniform for the first time!

Pairing: Boyfriend!Rin x Fem!reader,

Cw: Suggestiveness at the end, low-key simp reader.

You didn’t know what you were expecting when your boyfriend told you that he was joining an all boys football training facility with no contact to the outer world, but these slutty skin tight uniforms were definitely not what you thought that you’d see him in when you visited him for the first time in the facility.

After begging the man who ran this whole thing to let you see Rin, he finally caved, and now here you were. Inside the facility and staring at your boyfriend. Your gaze was anywhere but his face. On his abs, biceps, thighs, and even his hands. Of course, you knew Rin had muscles, but this was still a surprise; he looked even leaner with this body suit, you could literally see each one of his abs, every ridge, and curve, plus his so apparent V-line.

The black body suit looked so good, the blue accents made his hair look even greener and his eyes just tealer. Rin looked so clueless as you just stood and stared at him, probably expecting a “hi” from you or something.

He called out your name, finally bringing you back to reality.

“Oh—sorry! Hi Rin” You said cheerfully, walking over to him.

“…Hi”

“Just surprised to see—Uh,” You started but trailed off as you got slightly distracted again. Rin tilted his head to the side as a question.

“Never mind, just wondering, do you have a room?”

“Yeah, actually I have my own room—”

“Does it lock?” You interrupted.

“I don’t know, maybe?”

“Whatever, it’ll work!” You said before dragging him into his room, to get a closer look at him, with the uniform on or off.

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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"You know I care..."

Itoshi Rin x reader, where you distance yourself from him thinking he has no interest in you, only for him to come running to you.

Rin didn't care. It pained you to accept that, but he really didn't care.

You were always there with him- talking, laughing, teasing and enjoying every moment. But when you realised how he never initiated any of it, you questioned yourself.

Do you annoy him? Is he really not interested? If you somehow disappear, would he even notice?

Given his resting bitch face, irritated eye rolls and annoyed sighs, the answer was clear. And so, you decided with a heavy heart that in order to preserve the little self respect you had left, you will do what is most logical- start distancing yourself from him.

As much as it hurt to not be around him, it was the best course of action to prevent your heart from loving him more only to be told he could never love you back.

You thought Rin wouldn't even notice your absence. The way you no longer attended his matches, or wait for him after class, or walked home with him, or sent him memes in the middle of the night, or steal every second to just be with him a little longer.

You thought he wouldn't bother, you were almost convinced he didn't- until he grabbed your wrist, yanking you away from your group of friends in the corridor.

"What's wrong?" he inquired, pulling you towards the lockers. His eyes bore deep into yours, like he might find the answer swirling behind your startled eyes if he stared intently.

"What?" you blink, taken aback.

"Don't act dumb," he spat, restlessly tapping his finger against his crossed arms, "why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not," you shrug, trying your best to be nonchalant.

"Don't fuck with me, y/n" he breathed, his sharp gaze pinning you to your spot.

After picking through your words, trying your best not to show your own desperation to just give up on distancing and latch onto him again, you speak, "Stop acting like you care."

Rin's eyes widened, pure unfiltered confusion plastering his face. He blinked a couple times before clutching his head, "Gosh, what's wrong with you."

"Nothing," you shrug, sounding as confident as ever, "you know you never cared, so let me be. Besides, you must be delighted I stopped clinging onto you, annoying you to no ends."

You pivot on your heels, walking away until Rin's strong grasp holds you back and before you know it, he has you pinned against the locker.

His palms plant on either side of your head, into the locker behind. Rin's cold eyes stare right into yours, a blend of hurt and silent rage boiling in their depths, as his lips hover inches away from yours.

"Stop," his voice cracked and you felt his hot breath on your lips, "stop putting words in my mouth. I might have never said it out loud, but you know I care."

You gulp as heat rises to your cheeks when you feel his knee between your legs. He inches closer every second, caging you in yet still giving you enough time to break out if you want.

But you don't. You shove your plans of distancing yourself away because right now, all you want is to be impossibly close to this man.

Rin's lips press against yours, hot and impatient, and you totally give in to the desire in your heart. You drape your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he envelopes you in his arms.

When you break apart, you are shocked to find his eyes damp with the slightest hint of tears.

Rin knew his cold exterior costs him too much. But the moment he felt it would cost him losing you, he couldn't help but smack himself in the head and reach out to you. You knew it. All of it. Just by looking into his wet eyes, the fear of losing you still lingering in them, you knew.

"Don't ever think of leaving me again," he whispered against your lips before capturing them into a kiss once again.

©bluepurplepinklock (Do not copy, steal or translate my work)

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A SURPRISE VISIT — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — you decide to surprise your fiancé while he is doing a photoshoot for a brand he works with. the director and photographer never even knew rin could smile in such a way...

itoshi rin x reader. fluff, pro soccer player!rin, y’all are like mid-twenties here, established relationship, sunshine x grumpy vibes :> 

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It’s not often you are able to visit Rin while he’s working. Given the nature of his job, he spends most of his time traveling around for away games and matches outside of Japan.

Today, however, Rin is in town for a photoshoot with a local luxury brand and you decide that is the perfect opportunity. for you to surprise him. He spoils you plenty himself, bringing you souvenirs and cute trinkets from his travels. This is the least you can do to pamper him back.

You prepare him a quick and easy meal—a grilled mackerel rice bowl with a side of spinach salad—but still packed with nutrients to help fuel his body for the long day ahead. Rin has complained about PR and photoshoot days to you plenty of times before. They were busy and tiring and he barely got any breaks. What better way to bring some light into his day than a little surprise? 

Along with a warm, homemade lunch, you decide you want to stop by for some flowers as well. At a nearby florist, you order a bouquet of vibrant blue morning glories (the closest color you can get to his eyes, though nothing seems to be the perfect match) mixed in with classic white florets. 

Pleased with your little bouquet and neatly wrapped lunch box, you bound along to the studio Rin was working in for the day. 

Immediately upon entry, you find yourself greeted by the receptionist, cheerily asking how she can help you. 

“I’m just here to visit my fiance,” you say with a smile. “He’s here for a shoot— Itoshi Rin.”

She eyes you skeptically, her eyes briefly flitting to the phone on her desk. “Can I ask for your name, please?”

“Of course!” you agree hurriedly, pulling your ID out of your wallet as you stated your name. It’s inconvenient at times, having a professional soccer player as a fiancé, but you understood why security had to be higher for him. “I promise, I’m not lying! See.”

You flash her your diamond engagement ring and show her your lock screen photo of you and Rin making kissy faces at the camera. 

“Oh, no! I don’t think you’re lying! Mr. Itoshi’s team always gives a list of who he might be expecting and, well, the list only has your name on it,” explains the receptionist, looking back and forth between your ID and her computer screen. “You can head right in! His session is in the big room to the left.”

“Thank you!” you chirp, gathering the bouquet back up in one arm as you hold his lunch in the other. You hope Rin will feel how much you love and value him.

You walk down the hall and hesitantly knock on the door, before deciding to push it open after not hearing a response. 

As soon as you peek your head in, your eyes lock with Rin’s as he poses in a relaxed stance, one hand in his pocket as he looks away from the camera dramatically. Once he notices you, his serious expression changes into one of surprise as the corner of his lip quirks upward into the semblance of a smile. 

“Yes! Exactly like that!” the director cries in relief. “Hold that smile— This is the first one we’ve seen from you all day!” 

As Rin’s attention is directed away from you, the sullen expression returns to his face. 

“No! Smile, I said,” said the director exasperatedly. 

You wave your flowers around in the background, hoping to catch Rin’s attention as you shoot him a playful wink. It’s similar to when parents are trying to get their baby to smile for the camera by playing peek-a-boo behind the lens. 

Rin’s much too old to be treated like a baby, yet somehow, your method works. 

His eyes soften as he lets out an amused snort. It’s quiet and barely there, but it was enough to change the ambiance of the photoshoot. From the corner of your eye, you see the creative director nodding at the photographer fervently as the rapid clicks of the camera sound in succession. 

Once satisfied with the amount of successful photos they captured, the director soon calls a quick break so the next scene can be shot. Rin wastes no time in heading over to you with a question in his gaze. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

You grin, handing him the bouquet of flowers. “To give you this!” you say simply. “I wanted to surprise you. I also brought you lunch. I know you don’t have much time to eat, but I hope you can find time to sneak a few bites between shoots.” 

Rin takes the flowers and lunch box into his hands, eyes softening as he pulls you into a quick hug. “Now why did you go through all this on a random Thursday?” 

“Do I need a reason to see my handsome boyfriend—er, fiancé—during work?” you say with a playful pout. He proposed only recently, and calling him fiancé is still new to you. “Don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me…”

Rin rolls his eyes at your dramatics. “I’m always happy to see you, and you know it.”

“I do!” you agree happily, bringing another small smile onto his face. “Now, I don’t want to keep you from your work for too long. I better get going.”

He frowns. “Can’t you stay longer?”

Before you can reply, the creative director from earlier concurs, “Yes, can you please? We need more pictures of Mr. Itoshi looking like he’s not miserable!”

Rin glares at him in annoyance. Partly for saying he looks miserable and partly for interrupting his conversation with you.

You laugh at the director’s pleading. “I wish I could, but I do have some work of my own to finish up today.”

You aren’t sure whose face looks more dejected—the director’s or Rin’s? 

“But,” you start, trying to cheer them both up, “Rin, you can look at the flowers I got you and smile when you think of me!” 

Rin’s cheeks color and a grunt of embarrassment escapes him as his eyes flit frantically to everyone overhearing the conversation. 

You grin, not letting up. “And, if you eat the lunch I made you, your stomach and soul will be warmed for the rest of the shoot!” 

The director nods along like you came up with the most brilliant idea ever. 

“Okay, now I really do have to go,” you say apologetically, placing a chaste kiss onto Rin’s lips. “I’ll see you at home? Soon?

He nods. “Soon.” 

“And,” the director sings, “it might be even sooner than planned. Mr. Itoshi, if you cooperate well, we may be able to finish up within the next hour and a half.” 

Rin’s expression turns serious, a look of fierce determination forming on his features. “So, I can be home in less than two hours?”

“Yes. Maybe even sooner if we get into a good flow.” 

“We will,” promises Rin as if he has no other option. “I’ll be home soon.”

You giggle at his resoluteness. Nothing motivates him more than soccer and spending time with you. 

“Work hard then!” you say. “I’ll see you in a bit, baby.”

The tips of Rin’s ears turn red as he hisses, “In public?” 

You have to stop yourself from snickering at his embarrassment. The two of you really need to work on your public displays of affection. 

“Wait— That’s it!” exclaimed the director. “That’s the perfect flushed face! Someone bring a camera here, stat!” As the director rambles along, you wave goodbye to Rin, wiggling your fingers as you watch the look of misery return to Rin’s face, his eyes calling to you to help get him out of here. 

“Break’s over! Come along now, Mr. Itoshi.” 

You spare him one last thumbs up before leaving the studio with a laugh. Well, that visit certainly turned out to be more entertaining than you had imagined. You would have to visit Rin at work much more often. 

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“how long was the bet supposed to last?”

rin freezes.

your voice is calm. too calm. the kind of calm that feels unnatural, like the quiet before a storm. but there’s no storm in your face—no anger, no hurt, nothing at all. just an empty, unreadable expression that makes his stomach churn.

“who told you?” his voice comes out rough, forced.

you shrug, like it doesn’t even matter. like he doesn’t even matter. “does it make a difference?”

it doesn’t. he knows that. he also knows that this is bad. really bad.

“was it a week? a month?” you tilt your head slightly, staring him down. “or were you just gonna keep going until you got bored?”

his jaw tightens. “it wasn’t like that.”

“really?” you let out a breathy laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “because from where i’m standing, it kinda seems like it was.”

rin clenches his fists, frustration curling in his chest. frustration at himself, at shidou, at the whole stupid situation that never should’ve happened in the first place.

“you weren’t a joke to me,” he says, voice low.

“that’s funny,” you murmur. “because i kinda feel like one.”

he wants to fix this. to reach out, to grab your wrist, to tell you the truth—how the bet stopped meaning anything the second he got to know you, how he tried to find the right moment to come clean but was too much of a coward to risk losing you.

but he waits too long.

“say something, rin,” you say quietly. “anything.”

he opens his mouth. closes it. because nothing he says right now will be enough.

so you nod, like you expected this, like you already knew how this would end.

“got it.”

and then you walk away.

rin lets you. because what else can he do?

—

the next day, your favorite drink is waiting on your desk.

you don’t touch it.

the day after, rin is standing by your locker, holding out your books.

“you don’t have to do this,” you mutter, not even looking at him.

“i know.” but he still shoves them into your arms before walking away.

the day after that, he shows up at practice late because he spent an hour in line getting that stupid pastry you like.

“you think buying me stuff is gonna fix this?” you ask, raising a brow.

“no.” he stares at the bag in your hands. “but i know you like them, so just take it.”

you sigh, but you don’t give it back.

on friday, he carries your bag before you can complain, waits for you after school even though you ignore him the whole walk home, and when you finally snap and ask what the hell he’s doing, he just says, “making it up to you.”

saturday morning, you open your door to find him standing there, hair messy, dark circles under his eyes, holding a stupidly large bag of snacks.

“seriously?” you cross your arms. “you’re still on this?”

“yeah.”

“why?”

he exhales sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “because i’m not giving up on you.”

you blink, caught off guard by how sure he sounds. how raw he looks.

he looks tired. frustrated. desperate.

like this actually means something to him. like you actually mean something to him.

you chew on your lip, eyes flicking between him and the bag in his hands.

“…you got my favorites?”

“obviously.”

“did you get the right drink this time?”

he exhales, shoving it into your hands. “yes.”

you stare at it for a moment. then sigh, stepping aside.

“fine. come in before you start looking even more pathetic.”

rin doesn’t need to be told twice. he steps inside, and for the first time all week, his chest feels a little lighter.

he still has a long way to go, he knows that. but if you’re letting him in, even just a little, then maybe, just maybe, he still has a chance to prove that this was never just a bet to him.