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dangerousluv1 · 4 months ago

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thinking about sylus making you be on top, despite your protests. currently giggling and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl with a crush. 18+ mdni.

cw; smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (f recieving), switch!sylus, pet names (kitten, sweetie), praise kink, sylus being annoying

wc; 1.5k

“come on, sweetie,” sylus teased, half-lidded eyes and a smirk cast your way. his hand lazily pumped his hard cock, head thrown back on the pillows behind him. “you’ll be fine-”

“sylus.” you cut him off with a whine. you hid your flushed face in your hands. he thought that was pointless. you’re naked in his bed. “i’ve never been on top before. i don’t wanna. why can’t you-“

“i’m always on top.” now it was his turn to cut you off. he didn’t mind always being on top - he was just being a prick because you were the one who initiated. sylus grabbed one of your wrists, pulling you closer to him. “you’ll be okay. i’ll help you through it.”

you let him pull you towards him, apprehensive and hesitant. he guided one of your hands down to his cock, his hand encasing yours as he helped you pump. sylus’ eyes closed as your hand moved under his. you watched his adam’s apple as he swallowed, a soft moan escaping his parted lips.

you didn’t even notice when his eyes opened again, garnet iris’ flickering all over your body. your own eyes were fixated on his pretty pink lips, still parted as he let out a melody of sighs. your gaze slipped down to his neck, where you could see the marks you’d left a few days prior, then down to his chest, hard muscles tensing as you stroked him, a light sheen of sweat on his abs.

finally, your eyes went further south, landing on the veiny cock in your hand. pearls of precum leaked from the angry tip and you could feel your own pool of arousal building. you couldn’t take your eyes off of it even if you tried. it was just too pretty - just like every other part of sylus.

his laughter snapped you out of your trance. “see something you want, kitten?”

“perhaps…”

“get on top, then.”

another whine left your throat. you shot him a pointed look, but he could see through it, see the hunger that laid just past that layer of annoyance. he could always see through you, no matter what irritated glance you sent at him.

maybe he’ll let it go if you give him a treat? so you leant down, licking your lips. you only managed to kiss the tip before his free hand dug itself into your hair, yanking your head up away with from his cock.

“ah ah,” he chided, raising an eyebrow. “being nice won’t get you out of this, sweetie.”

“sylus-“ you pleaded with a pout.

“it’s either you on top or nothing.” his eyes stared into yours, his tone leaving no room for your pathetic arguments. “what’s it going to be?”

when you didn’t say anything, only glaring at him, he knew what the answer was. but still, he decided he needed to hear your words be.

“well?” his rich voice purred. he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing your face towards his. “i need words, kitten.”

a beat of silence, then, “fine.”

“fine, what?”

“…i’ll be on top.”

sylus smirked, letting go of your chin and lightly tapping your cheek a few times. “good girl.”

you found yourself on top of him, letting yourself leisurely sink down onto his dick. sylus was still being a jackass - he didn’t help you at all! just kept his hands resting on your thighs, watching with hungry eyes as he disappeared into you. your hands were splayed on your chest, bottom lip tucked under your teeth as you ever so slowly sat on him. you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding once your hips connected with his, a sigh of relief escaping you.

you felt awkward being on top. you didn’t know how to move, didn’t know how to do anything as you just stared at the spot where you and sylus connected. you like that for a moment too long, causing sylus to speak up.

“you gonna move?”

“i-“ you cleared your throat when you heard how meek you sounded. “i don’t know how,”

“just roll your hips,” sylus whispered, surprisingly gentle and soft compared to the last time he spoke. his eyes landed on your face, taking in the blush on your cheeks that began to grow. “like you do when you sit on my face.”

“sylus-!”

“what?” he laughed, fingers tapping your thighs. “maybe if you’re good, i’ll reward you.”

“you’re mean.”

“should i take away the offer?”

“no!” you responded almost too quickly, shaking your head and earning a chuckle from the man underneath you. you loved sitting on sylus’ face, but he cherished it more than you did.

he was a giver, after all.

you rolled your hips like he said, shakily exhaling as he reached a new depth in you. you weren’t used to the deep penetration from the get go - he’d always ease you into it, starting with slow, shallow thrusts before they blurred into hard and fast ones.

but still, it felt so wonderful. continuing to rock your hips against his, a pretty string of moans and sighs of sylus’ name left you. you took what you wanted, eyes closing as you threw your head back, and sylus watched proudly as you finally were on top of him, doing all of the work.

you started gaining confidence as you heard his own sounds of pleasure, soft murmurs of “there you go, kitten,” and “atta girl, you got it,” as his own eyes closed. you decided to start bouncing in his cock, a darling whine as you felt him ram into your cervix violently.

only a handful of bounces later and your thighs started burning, so you went back to rolling your hips against him. sylus noticed, of course, another demeaning snicker leaving him as his eyes opened.

he reached towards your face, brushing the strands of hair away from your face while your hips worked against his. “does it burn?” velvety and caring voice making your eyes snap to his. his hands moved up your thighs, settling nicely on the curve of your hips. “do you want some help, kitten?”

he already knew the answer before you nodded. his hands helped you up and down, his own hips bucking up to meet yours. tits bouncing in front of his face, your fucked out expression, and you on top of him - sylus thinks he’s at the pearly gates of heaven.

if he died, this is what he’d see in the afterlife. his perfect, sexy girlfriend riding his cock, absolutely losing herself. he thinks he’s enjoying this more than you are!

“s-sylus, h-ahh!” you lifted your head to look at him, hands still splayed on his chest. his dick absolutely ruined you, even more so with this new angle. brushing against that spongy spot, you let out a loud noise. “fffuck!”

“mm-yeah, you like being on top, don’t you?” he groaned when your nails dug into his chest, leaving crescent-shaped indents. “you’re doing so well, too.”

his hands wrap around your waist, pinning you against him as he starts slamming his thick cock into you, unable to hold back any longer. and just like all the times before, you took it like the amazing girlfriend you were. “hah, squeezing my cock so good,” he moaned into your ears.

his moans were much more musical than when he was actually singing.

only a handful of thrusts later and you’re coming undone quicker than you ever have - sylus has strong suspicions it’s because you’re on top, riding him like you fucking own him. he follows soon after, releasing his own pleasure into you. the sound of skin slapping skin slowly subdues as his tempo came to a halt, his face falling forward onto you chest.

he stayed like that for a few moments. just catching his breath as he buried his face into your tits.

sylus is a man of his word. so obviously, he kept his word - slipping himself out of you with a whine from you. he shifted so he laid on his back, his hands on your thighs encouraging to move up his body.

“wanna eat this pretty pussy,” he practically purred, eyes trained on your cunt. he grinned happily as you complied, thighs on either side of his head as you lowered yourself down onto him.

out of habit, one hand seized a fistful of his hair as the other held onto the headboard, steadying yourself as he ate you out like a man starved. a long lick, from your gaping hole to you clit, before he moved back to your slippery slit, greedily lapping up your combined fluids. he deliberately shook his head against you, making sure his nose rubbed against your puffy clit.

it was a nasty sight - your boyfriend’s mouth working wonders on you as his laughs were muffled by your cunt. he drank up your combined come as his hands wrapped around your thighs, immobilizing you against him.

with hearts floating in his red eyes, he looked up at you so lovingly, watching your every expression and reaction to his ministrations. sylus thinks he could stay like this for hours; eating out his girl after coming in her might be his favourite pastime. but fuck he can’t get the way you looked on top of him out of his head. next time, he thinks he’ll make you tie him up so you’d really have to do all of the work.

he’ll make you be in top more often from now on!

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated:)

#Love and Deepspace #Sylus #fic rec #even though it’s not really a fic

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dangerousluv1 · 4 months ago

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something i think about often is how the sk8 fandom just.. doesn’t talk about anything langa went through despite him being a main character. he lost the most important person in his life, got severely depressed to the point where he was a “shell of himself”, moved across the world, finally found someone to bring his spark back, but then that person just stops talking to him one day? what reki felt was so valid and he had every right to be upset with langa breaking his promise, but langa really didn’t know what was going on.. he lost everything he cared about and reverted back to his pre-reki self.. langa hasegawa you will always be loved and appreciated by me!!!

#SK8 the Infinity #Hasegawa Langa #Kyan Reki

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dangerousluv1 · 4 months ago

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# TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH . . .

an itoshi rin social media au by yuzurins

ღ synopsis — all you wanted was a peaceful and productive uni life, but despite your pleas, your plans start crumbling when the star of the football team, itoshi rin, begins to beat you in every aspect possible. as you confront the inevitable, what happens when you uncover secrets behind an unforgettable event from the past?

pairing ∗ itoshi rin x f!reader (she/they)

genre ∗ social media au, academic rivals to lovers, university au, fluff + contains angst, slow burn, drama, crack disclaimers ∗ timestamps don’t rlly matter (unless stated), crude language, cringe attempt at humour, mentions of alcohol, kms/kys jokes, pictures used in icons and posts are not mine you — light mode ∗ rin — dark mode

status ∗ ongoing (08/20/23) no set schedule

profiles

# our big family ❤️ | # ut football exclusives

chapters (❀ -> written portion)

i. have we met before

∗ 01 — it’s unfair

∗ 02 — why does it matter

∗ 03 — life isn't real

∗ 04 — strangers with memories (❀)

∗ 05 — neighbours?

∗ 06 — worst luck (❀)

∗ 07 — you're being jealous (❀)

∗ 08 — dense

∗ 09 — arts project

∗ 10 — rin (1) has joined!

∗ 11 — a small world, after all

∗ 12 — meeting, number three? (❀)

∗ 13 — favour from a hater

∗ 14 — missing

∗ 15 — meddle about

∗ 16 — a predicament

∗ 17 — meet me at the fair (❀)

∗ 18 — i can’t do this anymore

∗ 19 — the only one available

∗ 20 — change of heart

ii. the story of us

∗ 21 — trip to the past

∗ 22 — welcome, manager!

∗ 23 — concern

∗ 24 — homework help

∗ 25 — a player

∗ 26 — accident

∗ 27 — drifting

∗ 28 — we're dating

∗ 29 — i don't get it

∗ 30 — it's too late

∗ 31 — can we talk

iii. for lovers who hesitate

∗ 32 — aftermath

more chapters tba!

notes ∗ my first smau :0 thank u sm to souta, ei, rika and xue for helping me and making me feel validated when making decisions :’) inspired by @idlerin + @tobiosmilktea !! check them out cuz their smaus are super fun to read <3 updates may be irregular once i get back to school but i’m excited to go on this journey ^_^ thank you for reading !!

taglist ∗ currently closed! (send an ask or comment to be removed)

#Blue Lock #Itoshi Rin #blue lock smau #fic rec

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dangerousluv1 · 4 months ago

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Listen I’m kicking my feet and giggling like a crazy person, I love thissssss

💌 #two when the past comes running.

you lived a perfectly ordinary life—until one day, you accidentally sent a love letter to Itoshi Rin, the guy everyone thought you had a crush on his older brother, when in reality, it was rin you were in love with all along.

wc 6.4k

“alright, if we’re doing this, let’s do it properly. let’s exchange contact info.”

you gave rin a flat look. “you mean you don’t have it already?”

“i don't have it saved.”

you scoff, shaking your head as if he just insulted you. "bitch, we have one class together," you mutter under your breath.

"what was that?"

"nothing, sorry."

"thought so." he tapped lazily at his screen before shoving his phone toward you without looking up. “here. add yourself. don’t make me regret this.”

you snatched the phone from his hand, rolling your eyes. “trust me, i’m the one with regrets.”

you narrowed your eyes at him before saving your contact with a very fitting name, rin the vanisher.

“also, we need to set up some ground rules. no kissing, no hugging without permission, anything else?” rin’s voice was steady, like he was setting the rules for a game neither of you were ready to play.

you raised an eyebrow. “no kissing?” you said with a slight smirk. “what’s next, no holding hands?”

he shrugged, his expression still unreadable. “we could hold hands, but only around school.”

you raised an eyebrow at his casual offer, your mind spinning. hold hands? just around school?

rin noticed your hesitation and smirked, clearly amused by your confusion. “what, you’re not up for it?” he teased, his tone barely masking the challenge beneath.

you crossed your arms, fighting the inexplicable warmth that spread across your face. “it’s not that. just seems strange for a couple to only hold hands, that’s all.”

his shrug was nonchalant, his expression unreadable as always. “whatever. it’s just a gesture. we’re not actually dating anyways.”

you bit your lip, was he truly this detached, this uninterested in the emotional weight of his words and actions?

you let out a long breath as you walked to school with rin the next day. things were still awkward, but you both seemed to have settled into a sort of routine. talking just enough to avoid silence, but not enough to make it feel real. and then, just as you and rin reached the school gates, otoya intercepted you, a mischievous grin already plastered on his face.

“hey, sweetheart, you got a minute?”

you didn’t expect the shift in tone that came next. otoya wasn’t being his usual teasing self. there was something serious in his eyes, a strange sincerity you weren’t prepared for.

“i don’t really believe you two are together.” otoya, who stood with his arms crossed, completely unreadable.

you froze, unsure of how to respond, but otoya's next words caught you off guard. "or is this some kind of charade you two are putting on?" he asked, his gaze shifting between you and rin. "because, as far as i know, this so-called 'boyfriend' of yours," he added, pointing to rin, "ignored you for... hmm, how many years has it been?"

the words hit harder than you anticipated. before you could react, rin shifted slightly, his cool composure cracking for just a second as he stood taller.

“you need to stop messing around with her, otoya,” rin muttered, his voice low and serious.

“okay, boyfriend. but, just so you know, y/n," he said, twirling a strand of your hair whilst stepping closer, a teasing edge in his voice, "that letter? feels like our story's still unfinished.”

there was something in otoya's voice. was it giving jealousy desperate ex-boyfriend?

you could feel the heat rise in your chest as the tension between the three of you thickened.

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way his fingers brushed against your hair. "don't read too much into it," you muttered.

otoya chuckled softly, unfazed. "don’t worry, i’m not here to relive the past… unless you miss it." he said, leaning in just enough to make your breath hitch. "but... if you wanted one, you know where to find me."

his words carried heavy unspoken things. it wasn’t just his usual flirting, there was something deliberate in the way he was pushing boundaries.

rin, who had been silent until now, let out a quiet scoff. "is that your best line?" his voice was cold, but there was a tightness in his jaw that you didn’t miss.

otoya only smiled wider. "worked once," he said, shrugging, before flicking his gaze back to you. "might work again."

the next few days passed, and surprisingly otoya had left you alone. no sudden appearances. no sly remarks. it was almost unsettling how quiet he’d been. and lately you found yourself walking to school with rin every morning. he only walked you home on the days he didn’t have soccer practice, but even then, the two of you barely spoke. still, there was something oddly familiar about it. the quiet company, the unspoken understanding. it almost felt like you were a kid again, heading home with both sae and rin, as if nothing had ever changed. but this time sae wasn’t here anymore. it was just the two of you now, caught between the past and whatever this was supposed to be.

"what does your popsicle say, y/n? sae and i won!" 4 year old baby rin squealed, his voice full of excitement.

you sniffled, tears welling up as you looked up at him.

rin's smile faltered, and he frowned. "you lost? here, take mine," he said, handing over his popsicle. "now i'm the loser, blehh. don’t cry."

as the memory resurfaced, a small smile tugged at your lips. you caught yourself, suddenly realising you weren’t alone.

"what’s gotten into you?" rin’s voice broke your train of thoughts, his expression as stoic as ever.

"oh, nothing. just remembered a memory," you replied, trying to hide the faint nostalgia in your voice.

rin raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on you for a moment, as if trying to decipher what had just crossed your mind. “a memory that happy?” he sounded almost... curious?

you nodded, feeling a little embarrassed for smiling like an idiot. "yeah. from when we were kids. when you were a decent human being then, you gave up your popsicle stick for me just because i lost."

there was a brief silence before rin muttered, "tch, brat." but his tone, though still sharp, held something softer beneath it, like a faint echo of the person he used to be.

you couldn’t help but grin at the memory, despite the teasing tone. "you were a lot nicer back then, you know."

rin’s eyes flickered to you for a split second, but he said nothing, his expression unreadable. “people change."

the words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning, and for a moment, you wondered if you were talking about more than just popsicle sticks.

"wait here." he suddenly said before running off.

did you say something wrong? or was he going to leave you here all alone. anyway, your patience was wearing thin, until you felt a light touch on your back. you turned around to see rin, looking as if he hadn’t just sprinted off like a maniac, casually tossing you a popsicle, identical to the ones from when you were younger.

"here," rin said, his breath still heavy but his expression unreadable.

you blinked, caught off guard. "you seriously—"

he shoved one into your hand before you could finish. "it’s not that deep. just eat it. don’t make it weird, it’s just a popsicle.” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

for a moment, you stood there, holding the popsicle, a wave of nostalgia washing over you. "thanks," you said softly, but there was a hesitation in your voice, something you couldn’t quite place.

rin didn’t respond, he just clicked his tongue, turning away before you could say anything else. as if the moment didn’t matter to him at all.

“i lost, what did you get?” you leaned over his shoulder, trying to peek at his popsicle stick.

“you always lose.” rin tilted his popsicle toward you with a smug look. “guess i’m just built different.”

as you pout at his teasing, rin suddenly snaps his popsicle stick in half and hands you one side.

"what—" you blinked at him. "you won, though."

he just shrugged, looking away. “doesn’t matter. it’s just a dumb game."

for a moment, something tugs at your chest. it’s such a small gesture, but it gives you a glimpse of the rin you used to know—the one who, despite all his grumbling, always looked out for you.

would he still do that now? or was this just an old habit resurfacing by accident?

“promise we’ll be friends forever?” baby rin’s voice was full of innocent earnestness, his small hand extending toward you.

“of courseee, but only if sae joins us!” you replied, beaming with joy, your eyes sparkling like the world was still full of endless possibilities.

rin’s expression faltered. he crossed his arms, looking off to the side as a slight pout formed on his lips. “i’m starting to think you like my older brother more than me.”

you laughed, unaware of the jealousy brewing in his little heart. “what? no way! you’re my best friend, rin.”

if there was something different between the two guys, it was definitely the way they treated you. otoya? he had always known how to make you feel wanted. effortless charm, easy smiles—he made everything feel light and easy, like the world was a game he was always winning but that was the problem. nothing ever felt serious. not when you were dating. not even now.

rin, on the other hand, he wasn’t loud about how he cared. but lately, when no one else was watching, he was… different.

like when you forgot your notes in class during english lesson in middle school, and how he handed them to you without a word but you knew he’d gone back to get them or how he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk, subtly keeping you on the safer side. it was the little things. quiet. thoughtful. then there were the moments when he’d catch you looking at him. for just a second, the usual ice in his eyes would soften, something unreadable flickering beneath the surface before he’d blink it away and go back to being distant. you told yourself it didn’t mean anything. that this was how rin acts around people. but when you stared down into his teal eyes. one that seemed to see right through you, your heart did something stupid.

then when otoya came back after you accidentally sent out that letter. after a year of silence, after leaving you behind like none of it mattered, he waltzed back into your life as if nothing had changed. and just like that, everything you’d tried so hard to push down came rushing back. the memories. the late night phone calls where you used to laugh until your stomach hurt. and the ache—the one you thought you’d buried. you realised you were never enough to make him stay. and maybe the worst part? he still knew exactly how to get under your skin. every teasing glance, every smooth remark chipped away at the armour you’d built around yourself.

rin seemed to notice, because the more otoya hovered around you, the more rin stuck close. his touches became more deliberate—his arm brushing yours when you walked side by side, his hand catching your wrist when otoya came too close. he didn’t say much, but the shift was there, something sharper in his gaze, something harder in the way he looked at otoya.

and despite how cold he could be, rin never let you face otoya alone.

as you both finally arrived at your doorstep, the weight of the conversation still hanging between you, but neither of you said a word. the silence was almost comforting in its own way, despite the tension that seemed to linger in the air. rin stopped a few feet from the door, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his gaze drifting to the sidewalk as if he were considering whether to say anything more.

“well,” he began, his voice a little less sharp than usual. “you’re home. guess that’s it for today.”

you raised an eyebrow, still unsure of what to make of everything that had just transpired. “right. i guess i’ll see you around, rin.”

for a moment, it looked like he might say something else, but he just gave a small nod, his gaze avoiding yours. you watched him walk off, the sound of his footsteps fading in the distance.

you closed the door behind you with a soft sigh, leaning against it for a moment as you processed the past few days. your mind replayed everything, from the awkward kiss to the conversation with rin. it all felt so surreal, like a weird dream you were struggling to wake up from.

still, you couldn't shake the feeling of being caught between the past and the present. you glanced at your phone, noticing a text from your sister, a reminder of what you had intended to do that morning.

“hey, did you send that letter? are you good?”

you hesitated before typing a response, unsure how much to tell her about the disaster that had unfolded but you knew you couldn’t hide this forever.

the next few days pass, and things between you and rin remain the same. you still see him before, during and after school, and the quiet moments between you two have become something of a routine. but one afternoon, as you're walking home together, rin’s phone buzzes, pulling him out of his usual detached state. he took a glance at it briefly, then slips it back into his pocket without saying a word. you notice the change in his demeanor. there's a subtle tension there now, something more than just his usual cool exterior.

“what’s going on?” you ask, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the concern in your voice.

rin’s lips curl into a tight smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “nothing,” he mutters. “just soccer.”

you know it’s more than that. he’s been off lately, distracted. the school championship is just around the corner, and you’ve seen the pressure building on him in the past few weeks. maybe that’s what’s really going on. he’s stressed, and all of it is beginning to pile up.

but just as you’re about to press him on it, you remember that you’ve got your own things to deal with. otoya’s still causing trouble, and you’re not entirely sure what to do about the love letters anymore.

suddenly, rin speaks up. “hey,” he says, his tone different from usual. “the school championship’s next week. you should come and watch me play.”

you stole a glance at him, trying to gauge whether this is just a throwaway comment or if there's more to it. you don’t say anything immediately, caught in the moment.

“why?” you finally ask, voice a little quieter than you intended.

rin shrugs, his gaze flicking to the side but not meeting yours. “because what kind of girlfriend would you be if you don’t come to your boyfriend’s game?”

boyfriend. Oh!

he turns toward you fully, his usual mask of indifference slipping slightly. “i guess i want to see if you’ll actually show up. don’t make me regret asking.”

you hesitate, your eyes scanning his face for any sign of what he means. you’ve never seen him quite like this, no sarcasm, no teasing. just an honest invitation.

without thinking too hard about it, you nod. “i’ll be there.”

for a second, rin doesn’t say anything. then, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, like he’s satisfied with your answer.

you can’t help but wonder what’s going on inside his head. what’s this invitation really about? but for now, you let the questions go, focusing on the one thing that’s certain, rin’s going to be counting on you to be there.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

the stadium was electric as rin and his team dominated the field. his movements were swift, precise, and full of a confident energy that had every pair of eyes glued to him. his effortless grace, his athleticism, it was all on display as he darted across the field, commanding attention like he was born to play.

a group of girls seated nearby couldn’t keep their eyes off him, whispering to each other with voices practically dripping with envy.

"look at rin. he's so perfect out there," one girl breathed, her voice full of longing.

another girl leaned forward, eyes locked on rin. "did you see how his muscles flex when he kicks the ball? like, god, he’s built for this sport" her voice dropped to a dreamy whisper. "he’s like a pro already."

you rolled your eyes, pretending not to hear them, but deep down, a strange feeling gnawed at your stomach. you knew rin didn’t care about their attention—he never did. he was too focused on the game, too absorbed in every pass, every goal. but the girls were fawning over him, and for some reason, it bothered you more than you expected.

one of the girls, clearly trying to get the attention of everyone around, leaned over and whispered loudly enough for you to hear. "i heard rin’s got someone now. think it’s true?"

your jaw clenched. you glanced at rin on the field. he didn’t even notice the whispering. his focus was on the game, on making that perfect shot, on leading his team to victory. to him, it was just another match. but to the girls around you, he was a prize.

the whispers continued, and for a moment, you debated just ignoring them. but then, something inside you snapped. you weren’t going to sit quietly while they speculated about rin like he was some unattainable object.

without thinking too much about it, you stood up and moved toward the edge of the stands. rin was right there, focused entirely on the ball, unaware of the growing tension behind him.

one of the girls giggled as rin briefly glanced up, his eyes scanning the crowd. that was when you made your move. you leaned against the railing, catching his attention with a wave.

rin’s gaze flickered toward you, and for a split second, you saw the slightest flash of confusion in his eyes but you didn’t back down. instead, you gave him a playful, teasing smile and called out, “looking good out there, rin! keep it up!”

the girls behind you froze. their eyes snapped to you in surprise, and you could practically feel the envy radiating off them. a few whispers followed, the words barely audible as they exchanged quick, incredulous looks.

“did she just she call him rin? like, ugh as if she knows him?”

"who does she think she is?"

you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips. it wasn’t much, but it was enough. the jealous stares burned into your back, and you almost reveled in it. you’d never really cared about what people thought especially when it came to rin but right now, seeing them squirm felt oddly satisfying. you hadn’t expected this side of yourself to come out.

rin, meanwhile, only gave you a half-hearted, indifferent smirk. his lips barely curled as he nodded, acknowledging your shout like he would any random person. “yeah, yeah,” he muttered, returning his focus to the game.

you could almost feel the eyes of the girls on you as they turned to gossip in hushed voices. they weren’t pleased with the way you’d inserted yourself into their little daydreams about rin, and you couldn’t deny the growing sense of triumph that followed.

as the game progressed, rin scored a goal. the crowd erupted in cheers, and you jumped up from your seat, clapping louder than anyone else around you. it wasn’t because you were some obsessed fan; it was because, in that moment, the power balance felt like it was shifting. you were part of it.

the way he scored that last goal brought you back to the time he scored his very first goal. you’ve seen it all—the moments that led to this.

it started when rin was just a kid, standing on the sidelines of his brother’s matches, eyes locked on sae with a quiet intensity. you could see how much the little boy admired him, how desperate he was to measure up. the younger version of rin was all about trying to be someone else—but it was clear that soccer, at least back then, wasn’t his thing yet.

you were there the day he first touched the ball, a nervous, uncertain move that made you question if he was actually going to enjoy it. his focus was always on sae’s shadow, not the ball. as the weeks went on, as practices turned into games, something started to shift. rin started looking at soccer differently—not through his brother’s eyes anymore but as something he could call his own. when he finally scored his first goal, the one that wasn't just the product of being at the right place at the right time, but the one where he earned it. his own play, his own effort. the way his face lit up, the subtle pride that crossed his features—it was like seeing the real rin for the first time.

and you’d been there for every step after that.

you watched him grow as a player. getting faster, stronger, sharper. at first, you could tell it was about following in sae’s footsteps, trying to mirror his movements, his plays, but slowly, he started finding his own rhythm. to you, he was no longer just sae’s little brother on the field. he was rin, a striker, a player with a style all his own.

soccer became his world. it wasn’t just about impressing others anymore, it was about the thrill of the game, the rush of the ball against his foot, the way the crowd’s cheers felt when he scored. and you saw it all from the sidelines, witnessing his transformation from the quiet boy to the confident player he’d become.

rin’s love for soccer wasn’t something he’d always been sure of, but over the years, it had become undeniable. and you had been there through all of it, the awkward beginnings, the growing pains, the victories, and the losses. you’d seen him at his best and his worst, but you never stopped being by his side.

watching him on the field now, you could almost hear his heartbeat, each step and each kick an echo of how far he’d come. this was rin’s place. his freedom, his joy. and no one could take that away from him, not even his older brother, not anymore.

and you’d witnessed it all, the moments that had shaped him into the player he was, and the person you were still getting to know.

as rin jogged back toward the sidelines, his face flushed with the adrenaline of the game, you couldn’t contain the overwhelming sense of pride that swelled inside you. you leaned forward slightly, searching for his eyes in the sea of faces. when he finally met your gaze, you smiled, the biggest, brightest smile you’d ever given anyone. your heart pounded as you locked eyes with him, and in that moment, it felt like this relationship was real.

“i’m so proud of you,” you said, the words leaving your lips before you could second-guess them. “look how far you’ve come.” the weight of the moment hit you suddenly, and before you knew it, tears welled up in your eyes. you blinked rapidly to hold them back, but the emotion was too strong. this wasn’t just about soccer—it was about everything he’d overcome, everything he was still fighting for.

rin, who was still catching his breath stopped infront of you. he blinked in confusion for a moment before his gaze softened just slightly just enough to notice the vulnerability in your eyes. without saying another word, rin reached out and cupped your face with one hand. his touch was gentle, almost tender, before he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips brushing against your skin in a fleeting, unexpected gesture.

"idiot, you’re still emotional as ever" he muttered under his breath, but there was something about the way he said it. so much softer than usual, almost fond. you couldn’t help but smile through your surprise, feeling a rush of warmth spreading from your cheek where he’d kissed you.

you wiped away the stray tear that had escaped, feeling a sense of quiet contentment settle over you. “you’re not so bad, you know that?” you teased, your voice soft but steady.

rin raised an eyebrow at you, his usual aloofness creeping back into his expression. “i know.” there was something different in his eyes now. maybe it was the kiss, maybe it was the way you’d looked at him with such raw pride. either way, he wasn’t pulling away anymore, not entirely.

meanwhile the girls behind you, now whispering more fervently, glanced your way, casting jealous glances with eyes that burned with the kind of envy you rarely saw.

after the crowd died down, indicating that the match was over, rin’s team was in high spirits, celebrating their win. one of his teammates suggests going out for food, and before rin can refuse, someone adds, “bring your girl too, itoshi. didn’t she cheer the loudest?”

rin barely reacts while he just shoots the guy an unimpressed look, but then his gaze shifts to you. "you coming or not?" his tone is flat, as if he couldn't care less about your answer.

you roll your eyes but nod. "yeah, why not?"

it’s not like you’re about to miss out on free food. plus, you’re curious, this is the first time in years you’ll be around rin outside of school or the occasional forced interaction.

as the restaurant is buzzing with energy, mostly from rin’s teammates still high off their victory. they’re loud, laughing and teasing each other and you can’t help but notice how different rin is from them. he doesn’t join in on the chatter, just picks at his food in silence, his presence more like a shadow than a part of the group.

and yet, somehow, everyone still revolves around him.

“maaaaaan, i can’t believe we pulled that off,” one of the players says, grinning. “rin, you really carried at the end.”

rin shrugs. “do your job properly next time so i don’t have to.”

his bluntness earns a round of groans, but no one argues.

you shake your head, amused, when someone slides into the seat beside you. otoya.

“so, you and rin.” his tone is casual, but there’s an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes.

you raise an eyebrow. “what about us?”

otoya leans in slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “nahh i just never expected him to actually date someone.” his smirk widens. “especially someone with a personality.”

you snort. “wow. are you done?”

“just saying.” he grins. “but hey, if he ever gets too boring for you, let me know.”

before you could respond, a glass clinks against the table, harder than necessary.

you glance up to see rin standing over otoya, his expression unreadable, but his eyes sharp. “find another seat.”

otoya raises his hands in mock surrender. “relax, itoshi. just making conversation.” but he stands anyway, flashing you one last grin before walking off.

rin doesn’t even glance at you. he slides into the seat otoya just left and picks up his drink. he takes slow sips of his drink like he doesn’t have a care in the world. but the slight tension in his jaw tells you otherwise.

just as otoya walks away, laughter ripples around the other end of the table.

“i didn’t expect rin to be the first to have a girlfriend. or maybe you’re just one of those girls who clings to him ‘cause he’s famous now. or maybe because otoya didn’t work out so you chose rin instead!” his eyes flicker over you, like he’s trying to find something to pick apart. “bet you wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t—”

your breath catches.

it’s not just a joke anymore. it’s an insult, one that cuts deeper than it should. maybe you were using him, to get rid of otoya, which is clearly not going too well but you knew this boy before he could even wipe the drool off his chin!

before you can even think of a response, a sharp voice cuts through the noise.

“shut up.”

rin.

the table goes silent. you blink, turning to him, but his gaze is locked onto the guy who spoke, his expression unreadable except for the sharp edge to his voice, the barely restrained irritation in his posture.

the guy blinks, like he wasn’t expecting rin to actually say anything. “relax, man, it’s just a joke”

“it’s not a joke if i’m not laughing.” rin repeats, tone as cold as ice. his voice isn’t loud, but it’s enough to make the entire table stiffen. “you’re not funny.”

the guy scoffs, but there’s a nervous edge to it now. “damn, alright, no need to get all cocky and defensive”

rin stands up.

he doesn’t say another word, doesn’t even glance at anyone else. he just grabs his bag, then turns to you.

“let’s go.”

it’s not a question. it’s a command.

the entire table watches, stunned, as you hesitate for only a second before pushing your chair back and following him out. the moment the restaurant doors swing shut behind you, the night air hits your skin like a breath of fresh air. rin keeps walking, hands shoved into his pockets, not looking at you.

“…rin,” you start.

“don’t.” his voice is clipped. “i didn’t do it for you.”

you pause, surprised at the sudden response. “then why?”

he exhales, his pace slowing just slightly. “because they’re idiots.”

it’s a weak excuse. you both know it. but for now, it’s all he’s willing to give and somehow, that’s enough.

the night air is thick with unspoken words. rin is still tense, his shoulders stiff as he walks a few steps ahead of you, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

you quicken your pace until you're beside him. “sooooo, wanna tell me why you did that?.”

“nope, and i didn’t do it for you,” rin mutters, eyes straight ahead.

you roll your eyes. “yeah, yeah, you already said that but you didn’t deny what otoya said earlier.”

rin scoffs. “you really believe that idiot?”

you smirk. “you tell me. you sure looked pissed when he was talking to me.”

rin stops walking so abruptly you almost crash into him. when you look up, his expression is unreadable. his usual flat gaze, but there’s something beneath it. annoyance? frustration?

“you really wanna do this now?” he asks, voice clipped.

“yes.”

rin exhales sharply through his nose, tilting his head back slightly as if he’s debating whether to even entertain you. then, suddenly, like something inside him snaps, he takes a step closer.

“fine,” he mutters. “yeah, i didn’t like it. that what you wanna hear?”

your eyes widen slightly. you weren’t expecting him to give in so easily. “maybeee? were you jealous?”

rin groans, dragging a hand down his face. “i swear to—”

before he could finish, your stomach grumbles. loudly.

the tension between you evaporates instantly. rin stares at you, deadpan. “…are you serious?”

you press a hand to your stomach, embarrassed. “it’s not my fault! i barely ate anything in there.”

rin sighs, muttering something under his breath before turning on his heel. “c’mon.”

you blink. “huh?”

“there’s a convenience store nearby.” he doesn’t even look at you as he starts walking. “go get food before you starve to death.”

you grin, jogging a little to catch up. “so bossy.”

“shut up or i’m leaving.”

inside the convenience store, the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly as you wandered through the aisles, scanning the shelves. rin walked ahead, already making a beeline for the refrigerated section. without hesitation, he grabbed two onigiri, a bottle of water, and a canned coffee before turning back to you, watching as you deliberated over your choices.

he let you pick whatever you wanted, but the moment you reached for a random snack, he scoffed. “seriously? that’s what you’re getting?”

you shot him an unimpressed look. “what’s wrong with it?”

“it’s disgusting,” he said flatly, swapping it out for something better and tossing it into your hands.

you huffed but didn’t argue, grabbing a bento box before heading to the counter. before you could even pull out your wallet, rin stepped forward, tossing the cash onto the counter without a word.

you blinked. “wait, you didn’t have to—”

“just take it,” he muttered, grabbing the bag and walking out without waiting for a response.

outside, the cool night air wrapped around you as you both settled onto a bench under the glow of the store’s fluorescent lights. the city hummed softly in the background, but between the two of you, there was only the quiet rustling of wrappers and the occasional clink of chopsticks against plastic.

rin sipped his canned coffee, gaze fixed on the street ahead. his usual scowl had faded into something more relaxed, but the silence between you held an edge like there was something left unsaid.

“you really dated him for a year?” his voice broke the quiet, flat and unimpressed.

you blinked, caught off guard. “what, are you keeping tabs on me now?”

he scoffed softly. “hard not to notice when i’d see you both everywhere.” his grip on the can tightened slightly. “didn’t think he was your type.”

you frowned, tearing open another snack. “and what’s that supposed to mean?”

rin didn’t answer right away, leaning back against the bench. “nothing,” he muttered but the word hung heavy between you, dripping with judgment.

a sigh slipped from your lips. “it wasn’t all bad, you know. at first, he was… nice, yeah.” you hesitated. “but i guess you’d find that hard to believe.”

“i do,” rin said bluntly. “so, what happened?”

you toyed with the edge of the wrapper, the memory still sour. “he didn’t take anything seriously, especially me.” a humorless laugh escaped you. “i guess i was just another game to him in the end.”

rin stayed silent for a long moment. “sounds about right.”

his indifference stung more than you wanted to admit. “you really hate him, don’t you?”

“i don’t care enough to hate him,” rin said coolly. “but if he thinks he can mess with you again, he’s an idiot.”

your chest tightened at his words at how casually he said them, like it was just a fact. not concern. not jealousy. just rin being rin.

“relax, tiger” you muttered, trying to play off the sudden warmth creeping up your neck. “it’s not like i’d go back to him.”

“good,” rin said, as if there was never another option and just like that, the conversation ended, leaving you wondering if he cared more than he was willing to let on.

maybe it was the exhaustion from the long day, or maybe it was the quiet comfort of sitting beside him again, but before you knew it, your eyelids started feeling heavy. you tried to fight it, blinking hard to stay awake, but the warmth from your full stomach and the steady presence beside you made it impossible.

your head dipped forward before you could stop it, landing against rin’s shoulder.

he stiffened. “oi.”

you hummed sleepily but didn’t move.

he clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed, but he didn’t shove you off. instead, he let out a slow exhale, shifting just the slightest bit to get more comfortable.

“tch. you’re such a pain,” he muttered under his breath but his voice lacked its usual bite.

and even though he wouldn’t admit it, rin stayed still, letting you rest against him, his shoulder barely moving as he watched over you in silence.

just as sleep began to pull you under, you heard him murmur something, too soft to catch clearly.

“stupid girl,” he muttered, flicking your forehead lightly. “first, you made everyone think you had a crush on sae. then you dated the most annoying jock in school. what am i supposed to do with you?”

and the next thing you knew, your legs were lifted off the ground and moving. your body shifted with each step, the steady rhythm of footsteps against pavement grounding you. a faint warmth pressed against your back, firm and familiar, and as your eyes fluttered open, you realised, you were on rin’s back. taking in the way his arms hooked under your legs, the slight flex of his shoulders as he carried you effortlessly down the quiet street. his head was turned slightly away, his usual indifferent expression still intact, but there was a tightness in his jaw that you could tell meant he was annoyed.

your lips curled into a sleepy smirk. "wow, rin," you drawled, voice still groggy. "didn’t think you were this soft."

rin didn’t stop walking, but you felt his grip on your legs tighten slightly. "you wouldn’t wake up no matter how many times i asked you to, so shut up."

you hummed, resting your chin against his shoulder. "no but seriously. carrying me home? how romantic."

"do you want me to drop you?"

you barely had time to laugh before rin actually crouched down and then let you go.

with a yelp, you tumbled off his back, landing ungracefully onto the pavement. "ow! rin, you—!"

he dusted his hands off like he just got rid of something troublesome. "told you to shut up."

you glared up at him, rubbing your arm with an exaggerated pout. "you’re the worst."

"then walk yourself home."

still grumbling, you got to your feet and brushed yourself off but even as rin shoved his hands into his pockets and continued walking ahead, you caught the briefest glance he threw back at you checking to make sure you were following.

and despite everything, you smiled. maybe you’ll be the one who breaks down rin itoshi’s iron walls.

notes from lily ❦⋆ : just take it as otoya & rin knew each other before blue lock ok

accidentally yours

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dangerousluv1 · 4 months ago

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Let’s gooooooooooooooooo

💌 #one love letter mix-up.

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you didn’t mean for it to happen. you were only trying to get the letter to your sister, studying abroad in the UK. but somewhere along the chaos of your thoughts, the letters got mixed up, and somehow it ended up in the hands of itoshi rin instead. to make it worse, that was a love letter you wrote for rin back in middle school. now, standing infront of you, itoshi rin, as he tried to make sense of your mistake—one that would change everything.

you first met rin when you were just 4 years old. you remember him as the small boy always trailing behind his older brother, the two of them standing awkwardly at the edge of your yard. they were the only neighbors your age, and your parents, seeing you bored and your older sister busy with her middle school activities, thought it would be cute to set up a playdate. you didn’t know it then, but that moment would mark the beginning of something far more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

"aren't you a little too old to be playing a prank on me? or did you think i was sae?" he said, his voice dripping with anger and confusion clutching the letter in hand.

confused, that was when it hit you—when you started middle school, everyone thought you had a crush on itoshi sae. sure, he was cute, independent, and exceptionally skilled at soccer at such a young age. but you never once corrected them, even though it was the younger itoshi who had truly caught your heart. you don’t blame him for thinking you still had a crush on his brother, but he didn’t have to be so rude about it.

the way he looked at you felt like you had just insulted him and it stung more than expected. you could feel your cheeks burn under the sun as the silence stretched between you and rin.

“look, rin," you started, your voice softer now, "it wasn’t a joke but it was a mistake. i didn’t mean for you to find out like this."

he crossed his arms, still not buying it, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite read. was it hurt? or maybe confusion? you couldn’t tell.

letting out a frustrated sigh, stepping back slightly. "you know, everyone thought i liked sae. but the truth is, i always—" you stopped yourself. saying it out loud felt like an open invitation for everything to unravel.

"whatever. sae’s not here, in case you didn’t notice. you’re just wasting both your time and mine." he said, his voice laced with contempt, turning and walking away toward the school field.

you let rin walk away while you lost yourself in your thoughts. if only you could go back and tell the 4 year old itoshi rin that the way he was now—unapproachable and cold, wasn't the way it was supposed to be. you liked to think that it was sae’s departure to Spain that had caused him to turn out this way. rin, who had always depended on his older brother, suddenly found himself alone. after sae left, rin pushed you away and buried himself in soccer, determined to become the #1 striker in all of Japan.

it was hard to imagine that boy you once knew, the one who was always by sae's side, now so distant and driven by something else. you couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought about the old days, about how things used to be. and if he did, did he ever regret pushing everyone especially you away?

stunned at his behavior, you almost stormed off. then, a shrill squeal echoed from nearby, and you froze. it was the unmistakable sound of a group of girls giggling like seagulls in a movie scene. at the center of it all stood otoya eita, effortlessly basking in the attention, a cocky grin plastered on his face. famous amongst the ladies, always flirting, always playing around—and once upon a time, you had been the girl hanging on his every word but not anymore. as you almost turned away, you saw it. a pink letter, raised high in the air by one of the girls, fluttering in the breeze. your stomach dropped. the letter was unmistakable yours. it looked just like the one rin had been holding earlier.

No. No. No. No. No. you didn’t possibly send it to him too, did you?

a wave of panic surged through you as you stood frozen, watching the girls pass the letter around, unaware of the chaos it was about to cause. your mind raced, trying to remember every detail of your frantic letter mix-up. how many others had you accidentally sent your heart out to?

you couldn’t bear the thought of having a second letter out there—especially to someone like otoya. he was the last person you wanted involved in this mess.

without another thought, you spun around and ran straight toward rin. your heart pounded in your chest, your breath quickening as you passed through the crowd of students. the girls surrounding otoya, oblivious to the chaos, were nothing but a blur in your peripheral vision.

when you finally spotted rin, standing by the gates with his back turned to you, something inside you snapped. you didn’t have time to think. the words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat, tangled with everything you felt for him. instead, you reached up and pulled him toward you, closing the distance in one swift movement.

you kissed him. you kissed rin.

the kiss was impulsive, fierce, maybe even a little desperate. rin’s body went rigid at first, shocked by your sudden action, but before you could pull away, his lips began softening against yours. for a moment, everything else faded. the letter, the chaos, the confusion, it all melted away as you stood there, just the two of you.

maybe your feelings for him had been tangled in the kiss, woven into the way your fingers clutched his uniform, into the way your heart pounded against your ribs. maybe, deep down, you had been waiting for this moment for longer than you realized.

but the moment didn’t last forever.

a sharp gasp from somewhere nearby shattered the illusion. you barely had time to process it before he pulled back, his breath uneven, his eyes wide with something unreadable, shock, confusion, maybe even something deeper.

“what the hell was that?” he muttered, his voice lower than usual, rough at the edges.

you swallowed hard, hands trembling as you took a step back. “that, that’s why i sent the letter,” you whispered, the words heavy as they left your lips. “it wasn’t for sae. it was always for you.”

rin stared at you, lips still slightly parted, as if he was trying to process what you had just said. you braced yourself for his reaction, for the inevitable storm of emotions that would follow. before he could say anything and before you could even breathe properly, otoya’s voice cut through the air.

“well, well,” he drawled, amusement laced in his tone. “that was quite the show.”

your stomach dropped. you had almost forgotten. he was still holding the other letter and now, judging by the smirk on his face, things were about to get even more complicated.

“fuck off, otoya,” you hissed, attempting to shoo him away like some annoying pest. but, as always, he didn’t know when to quit.

“aw, how could i, when i received such a heartfelt letter? i mean, i’m flattered," otoya drawled, leaning in with that same infuriating smirk. "but after how we ended things, i didn’t think you still cared."

his words were casual, but the implication hit harder than you’d like. of course he’d twist the knife like he always did. he teased, holding up the pink envelope between his fingers like a trophy. then, with that signature smirk, he bent down, his lips brushing the back of your hand in an exaggerated display.

“that letter doesn’t mean anything,” you said through clenched teeth.

he chuckled, tilting his head. “oh? that’s not what’s in the letter.” he mused, waving the letter slightly. “or should i read it out loud? i’m sure rin would love to hear all about it.”

your stomach twisted.

rin.

you had almost forgotten he was still standing there, watching the interaction unfold. you risked a glance in his direction, and what you saw made your heart clench. his expression was stoic, yet his eyes flickered with something darker.

annoyance? anger? jealousy?

you had no idea, but you weren’t about to let him push this any further.

taking a deep breath, you straightened your shoulders, looking at him dead in the eyes. “you can do whatever you want with that letter, but i don’t care,” you lied, voice steady. “because it’s old. that was the past.”

otoya raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but not entirely convinced. “then wh—”

before he could finish, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close. your breath hitched, your mind barely able to process what was happening before rin’s voice cut through the air— steady, unwavering, like this was the most natural thing in the world.

“stop bothering my girlfriend,” he said, his tone sharp and unwavering. “she said it was in the past. let it go.”

your brain short-circuited. girlfriend?

otoya blinked, his smirk faltering for just a second before he let out a low whistle. “girlfriend, huh?” he looked between the two of you, amusement flickering in his eyes. “since when?”

rin didn’t hesitate. “since now,” he said flatly.

you snapped your head toward him, eyes wide. since now?!

“girlfriend, huh?” otoya drawled, but the amusement in his voice didn’t fully mask something sharper. “guess you like to recycle, huh? first me, now him?”

rin’s lips were pressed into a thin line, his gaze locked on the pink envelope. "if you’re done wasting time, we’re leaving."

"alright, alright. i’ll back off for now," otoya said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. he took a step back, but not before flashing you a knowing grin. "just don’t come running back when he leaves you hanging. again."

with that, he turned on his heel and strolled off, whistling low under his breath like he hadn’t just cracked open something you wanted to keep buried.

the moment he was gone, you turned to rin, still trying to wrap your head around what had just happened. “what the hell was that?!” you whisper shouted, staring at him in disbelief.

rin barely moved. he just clicked his tongue, removing his hands from your waist, shoving it into his pockets, his expression unreadable. “are you seriously asking me that?”

“yes!”

he exhaled sharply, like this was the dumbest conversation he’d ever had. “you kissed me, genius,” he muttered, his tone flat, almost bored. “i just went along with it.”

your face burned. “but you can’t just call me your girlfriend!”

rin gave you a dry look, head tilting slightly. “then don’t act like one.”

your breath hitched, more out of frustration than anything else. he was so—ugh, asshole.

“you’d rather deal with otoya?” he asked, cocking a brow like he already knew the answer.

you opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat. he had a point. and judging by the smug flicker in his eyes, he knew it.

satisfied, rin pulled out his phone, checked something, then slid it back into his pocket. “meet me here after school.”

you blinked. “for what?”

his gaze flicked to you, disinterested. “figure your shit out.”

and then, just like that, he turned and walked away. not even a glance back. like none of this had mattered at all.

great. not only had you accidentally sent love letters to two different guys, kissed one of them in a panic, and somehow ended up being rin’s girlfriend, but now you had to explain the entire disaster to him after school.

the rest of the day passed in a blur. by the time the final bell rang, your stomach was in knots. you had no choice but to face him.

sure enough, he was leaning against the school gates, hands in his pockets, waiting. his gaze flicked toward you. “you’re late.”

you crossed your arms. “i considered running away.”

rin scoffed. “yeah? and how’d that work out?”

you sighed. “not well.”

“figured.” he pushed off the gate, nodding toward the sidewalk. “come on. talk.”

you clutched your bag to your chest as you walked beside him. the silence was heavy, almost suffocating. but rin didn’t have patience for hesitation.

“well?” he pressed, side-eyeing you. “i’m waiting.”

you exhaled sharply. “okay, look. it was a mistake, alright? i was trying to send a letter to my sister in the UK, and somehow, my old letters got mixed in.” you gritted your teeth. “i didn’t mean for you to get it.”

he scoffed. “right. and i’m supposed to believe you just accidentally sent a love letter to me and otoya?”

you groaned, kicking at a loose rock on the pavement. “yes! i know how ridiculous it sounds, but it’s the truth.”

he didn’t respond right away. his silence was unnerving.

“that letter. middle school?”

you nodded hesitantly. “yeah.”

“no wonder there were so many spelling mistakes.” rin mocked.

“excuse me!”

another pause. then, in a voice so cold and monster-like, it made your stomach twist, he asked, “was it real?”

you stopped in your tracks.

rin turned slightly, waiting for your answer.

was it real? fuck yes. the feelings you poured into that letter, the words you had written with all the sincerity your younger self could muster—were they real?

the truth was, they were. back then, you liked rin so much it hurt. but as the years passed, rin had changed.

you bit your lip, choosing your words carefully. “it was real. back then.”

something flickered across his face, gone before you could catch it. he gave a slow nod. “i see.”

for some reason, his reaction made your chest feel tight.

before you could dwell on it, rin clicked his tongue. “so you kissed me over otoya?”

your face burned. “what, no! i mean—” you struggled to find an excuse, but nothing came.

rin tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. “desperate move.”

“so, what are we doing about this girlfriend thing?” you asked, arms crossed.

rin barely spared you a glance, his voice dry and uninterested. “oh, yeah i’m breaking up with you.”

you blinked. “excuse me?”

he let out a slow exhale, shoving his hands in his pockets. “what? you thought i was being serious? you’re not my type.”

your jaw clenched. “then why the hell did you say it in the first place?”

“because it was the fastest way to shut otoya up,” then he shrugged. “and it worked.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“yeah, well.” he glanced down at his phone, clearly done with the conversation. “good luck with your mess.” he turned on his heel, already walking away.

panic surged through you. no, no, no. if rin backed out now, it would be even worse than before. people had already seen you together. otoya definitely wasn’t going to let this go. and worst of all, rin had been the one to say it first. if he suddenly acted like it was a joke, you’d look desperate.

“wait.” the word left your lips before you could stop it.

rin slowed but didn’t turn around.

you swallowed your pride and forced the words out. “please. just… just go along with it. just for a little while.”

rin finally turned, raising an eyebrow. “you want me to fake date you?” he let out a short, humourless laugh. “that’s pathetic.”

your face burned. “it’s your fault in the first place!”

he gave you a blank stare. “and?”

god, he was insufferable. you inhaled sharply, trying not to let your frustration show. “it won’t be for long. just enough for otoya to back off.”

rin tilted his head slightly, considering. then, with the most obnoxious smile, he said, “beg for it.”

your stomach dropped. “what?”

“you heard me.” his voice was smooth, infuriatingly calm. “you want me to waste my time playing pretend? make it worth my while.”

your hands clenched into fists at your sides. this was humiliating. you hated him. absolutely hated him.

but you needed this.

“…please.” the word tasted bitter.

rin’s smirk deepened. “not good enough.”

your nails dug into your palms. “rin, please. just help me out.”

“why do you care about what otoya thinks?” rin asked, voice unusually quiet.

you hesitated. “because once… i did. and it hurt.”

he studied you for a long moment, like he was weighing whether this was worth his time. then he let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “fine.”

relief crashed into you.

“but,” he continued, stepping closer, “you listen to me. no whining, no complaining. and when i say it’s over, it’s over.”

you swallowed, nodding.

rin gave you one last amused look. “see you.”

and just like that, he walked off, leaving you standing there, hating every single decision that had led you to this moment.

notes from lily ❦⋆ : i wrote this on the day i made this fic so i have no idea what i wrote

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#Blue Lock #Itoshi Rin #fic rec

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