mikuhriii

[mikuhriii]

save a cow, milk itoshi sae🧎‍♀️🙇‍♀️ (*sigh* a little spoiler for an upcoming s. itoshi nsfw oneshot uwkahshka)

inspired by this panel because he looks sooo gskwgwksgwh (delectable) nom nom nom♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

[mikuhriii]

ೀ⋆｡ expect the unexpected

k. yukimiya x fem!reader

cw: nsfw/smut (mdni!), explicit content, mentions of breast fondling, masturbation (f!receiving)

based on this request (link)

「masterlist」

1:34 am. the bold number on the digital watch, glows in its usual red hue—mocking your burnout state.

well shit.

you were so deeply engrossed that you hadn't notice the time. work had been tough these days that you were forced to work overtime—even at home. it was moments like this that you find a “pain in the ass”—droopy and tired eyes focused on the bright screen of your laptop, a contrast to the dark surrounding of you and your boyfriend's shared bedroom, your numb fingers working on the keyboard. to make everything worse, your neck muscles started to strain—a clear sign—that your body was taking its toll.

lucky for you, kenyu—your ever so sweet and caring boyfriend—noticed your groans of complain, and offered you a massage. sure, it was a brilliant idea; not until you realized you still got a mountain of adjustments to do on your reports—and as the workaholic being you are, you couldn't bear relaxing when you still got lots of things to finish.

so, with a tired smile on your face, you shook the tempting offer off, but alas, knowing your boyfriend too well like the back of your hand, you knew he doesn't give up easily. he tried persuading you in a subtle way to take a rest and suggested you to continue your work tomorrow; for you to just let him take good care of you, hell, he even lectured you—like a kid—about the importance of rest and sleeping. you insisted you were fine, but seeing him so worried about you made you feel horrible, so eventually, you agreed.

you agreed to let him take good care of you. and he did.

passionately.

intimately.

it started off with a simple, relaxing massage. his hands kneading the tensing muscles in your shoulders, eliciting a groan from you. you enjoyed every bit of it; the way his soft cold hands applied just the right amount of pressure to your sore shoulders, the way his hot breath tickles your exposed neck, and the way he asks about how you feel everytime. unbeknownst to you, kenyu, was having trouble.

having trouble of what?

everything.

having trouble breathing when you slip out soft moans and groans, everytime he hits the right spots on your shoulders; having trouble controlling the shivers tingling down his spine when he felt the warmth of your against his cold ones. god, he couldn't deny that he was getting turned on.

it was all supposed to be just that—embracing the tranquility of each other's presence—but what was happening?

why was he being… touchy?

why was his restless, wandering fingers sliding the spaghetti straps off your shoulders, like they have a mind of their own?

why was he snaking his hands down towards the plush of your chest; fondling the soft mound of your breast, with his warm, feather-like touches.

and on top of that, why weren't you stopping him?

shit.

“ken…” your voice—almost a whisper—snapped him back to reality. looking over your shoulder, you met his eyes, glinting a tinge of something…indescribable.

ah yes. desire.

he swallowed at the sight. “do you…want me to stop?” he whispered back at you; searching for discomfort or objections in your eyes.

you sighed and shook your head slowly “no, please…please continue..” your words escaped out as a whine—a confession of pleasure—as you lean on him.

and he did.

he continued until the both of you unknowingly built a tension of desire and need between you, unexpectedly pulling you both into an abyss of euphoria.

“ken…ken..” your low and desperate voice chanted his name, as you felt the movement of his warm fingers on your lower region; moving with ease in a circular motion, teasing the perking pearl of your womanhood, a lewd squelching sound emitting as he do so. “f-faster, please…’m close..”

kenyu watched the beautiful sight beneath him, focusing on your delectable expressions; how your face contorts with pleasure, how you bit your the flesh of your lip, and how your toes curled from the ecstatic sensation of his warm pads. “is this right?” he asked, changing the pace of his fingers, that made you see stars.

you nodded frantically, feeling the nearing peak of your release; and as if on cue, your whole body shivered in pure ecstasy, as you climaxed.

kenyu felt your body convulsed from your release—he kissed your sweaty forehead, murmuring sweet words as you ride out your high. “there, there…yes, love, let it all out…relax for me..” he whispered in your ears, peppering your temple with feather-like kisses.

neither of you expected that the little relaxation he offered, would end up with the both of you lying on the floor all tangled up—warm, sweaty, bare, and breathless. however, you weren't complaining; after all, it was quite an unexpected and pleasurable way to relax.

well, it's like they always say—“expect the unexpected.”

a/n: waah i missed this pookie bear so much, i’m sooo happy someone requested him♡ (iloveu anon). nevertheless, i really hope this turned out just like how you wanted it to be, and i hope you like it, anon. likes and reblogs are much appreciated! thanks a bunch!

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[mikuhriii]

hii mikuhriii!! since your requests are open, i was hoping i could drop a lil bllk idea real quick hehe 😅 not sure if you write for yukimiya, but if not, feel free to go with any character you vibe with—totally up to you!

so the idea is: yuki offers to give the reader a massage to help them relax… but then his hands start wandering a bit 👀 and that sweet tension just slowly turns into something way more intimate and pleasure-filled 😮‍💨

btw i seriously LOVE your fics—they’re always such a treat to read!! you’ve got such a lovely writing style and i’m so excited to see more of your amazing work 💕 pls keep doing what you do, and make sure to rest and take care of yourself too!! 💗😘

(posted!) yes yes yeees, love the idea sm omg omg, i loooove u anon ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ . hope ya like it!♡

[mikuhriii]

ೀ⋆｡ caught you red-handed

r. itoshi x fem!reader

cw: none! (fluff)

based on this request

「masterlist」

you visited several stores—the mall, boutiques, and so on—until you finally decided to call it a day.

it was a normal saturday afternoon; the setting sun cast a mellow shade on the horizon. the sounds of the busy city gives off an indescribably tranquil sensation to you—a perfect moment for a little window shopping after going out with your friends. and that's exactly what you did.

or so you thought.

you happened to walk past a crowded bluelock merchandise stall. kids with their parents, highschoolers, soccer enthusiasts, and a few granparents, were swarming to get in line, hoping to acquire the limited edition products.

and you?

you were absolutely gleaming—eyes glinting with awe and surprise, mouth agape, cheeks heating with excitement—as you scanned the scene.

great. change of plans.

it was hard for you to ignore; after all, you absolutely loved bluelock—not to mention that your beloved boyfriend plays in the team as the captain. and besides, as a solid rin itoshi fangirl for like (you don't know how long) already, and as the team captain’s girlfriend, it's only natural to show your love and support for him even just for the small ways, for example; collecting merchandise of him, or any stuff that happen to remind you of him.

also, you would absolutely feel bad if you’d just ignore that one adorable rin plushie, staring at you with a “buy me, please” look on its embroidered teal eyes.

you sighed, finally making up your mind.

with a giddy feeling in your chest and eyes filled with excitement, you found yourself joining the line to check on the products.

it was all worth it—waiting in line for who knows how long—when you finally got your hands on the tiny amount of items you purchased.

okay, scratch that; it wasn't a tiny amount at all. not when your room looked like it had been robbed.

the place screamed chaos—random items scattered on the wooden floor—it made you wince.

your room was a mess with all of the overflowing merchandise you secretly collected: itoshi rin keychains, figurines, photocards, wallpapers, his jersey, piles of boxes and bags filled with “nothing but itoshi rin stuffs”, and other random things that reminds you of your glorious teal-eyed partner.

it was all supposed to be a secret; about you, collecting random stuffs that reminds you of him, about you being a diehard simp for your boyfriend.

so why…?

why are you letting him see all of this, right now?

“huh?” you snapped back to reality, shaking your head.

you wished to the heavens above that your eyes are just playing tricks on you, right now, because why…?

why is itoshi rin, at your door.?

looking straight at your frozen state— teal orbs noticeably widening in the slightest— as if he had seen something…unexpected. “what are you doing?”

a deafening silence

“rin?!”

the said male immediately shifted his attention from yours, to your hands.

you followed his gaze, only to be met by an adorable chibi face of a rin plushie.

oh shit.

you quickly whipped it behind you to hide it—a futile and foolish attempt—because he already saw it.

he saw everything.

shit. shit. shit.

heat started to rise in your cheeks. “it’s not what you think!. wait—w-what are you doing here…?” you scrambled for words as you frantically slid the cluttered merchandise to the side, hoping it would just magically vanish from his sight.

what was he doing here?

wasn't he supposed to be out of the facility tomorrow?

or was it today?

shit. it was today.

rin cleared his throat, an attempt to ease the awkward tension in the room, he closed the door with a soft click and made his way towards you. “you’re overly occupied by this…” he struggled to find the proper words to say as he examined the whole place. “...chaos, that you actually forgot that i’ll be—”

“this is not chaos.” you cut him off, slightly offended by his words.

rin slightly tilted his head to the side. “obsession then?”

your face heated more. “o-of course not!—you don't get it, do you?” you crossed you arms. “i’ve watched you play countless of times, and i’m so proud of what you're achieving, rin. these items, i collected them because they remind me of you, not because i’m obsessed!” you snapped with your face heating up so much, you’re afraid it'll burst. “wait, maybe i am, but not that kind–”

rin heard your voice became a muffle in the background. he was deep in a daze—his chest felt like it might explode—he’d lie if he said that didn't made him feel some kind of way.

rin was amused, though he was so subtle about it, you thought he was being mean to you. it may not look like it, but deep inside him, rin actually felt…appreciated; that he had someone who cherishes him wholeheartedly.

you stopped talking when you notice a faint curve to his lips. “a-are you smiling?”

“no.” he replied with his monotone voice, and turn his back at you.

you beamed. “liar. were you touched by my thoughtfulness?” you jumped onto his back, lacing your arms around him. rin felt a jolt of electricity from the close proximity; he felt his cheeks starting to warm.

“of course n—hey, get off. you're heavy.”

“c’mon, tell me you're touched—”

“i'm telling everyone you're a creep”

your face warmed instantly when you heard that from him; remembering he’d caught you red-handed in your supposedly secret hobby. “i’m casting a ‘forget-it-now’ spell on you then.” you giggled.

rin couldn't help but let out a small subtle smile on his lips from your response. “mhm. go ahead.”

a/n: this was supposed to be a short one, but i got carried away, welp, i can't help it. nevertheless, i’m really really hoping this was what you meant me to do, and i hope you like it, anon. likes and reblogs are much appreciated! thanks a bunch!

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[mikuhriii]

HELLO HELLO!!!

I LOVEEEDD ur Rin x reader fic 💖💖‼️‼️

I was wondering if I could request a Rin Itoshi fic. The premise is that Rin's s/o is an absolute SIMP for him. I don't care about nonchalant s/o anymore, let them be chalant as hell 💔💔

So they're a simp (js like me fr) and try to buy merch of him and anything that reminds them of my glorious teal eyed king.

Like you know how in the canon verse bllk is profiting off of the boys? Rin's s/o has ALL his merch. His jerseys, his figurines, photo cards, keychains, and even a fan account about him 💔

Their ass is NAWT chalant 🥀🥀

And Rin has no idea about all this. And he finds out about it one day and the s/o turns into a fire hydrant and explodes.🌹🌹

Thank you for reading 💖

this is soo cute, anon. i looove this(⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠) it's posted, i hope it turned out just like how you want it<3

[mikuhriii]

ೀ⋆｡ culo arriba, hermosa

b. iglesias x fem!reader

cw: nsfw/smut (mdni!), explicit content, cursing, cunnilingus, size kink (??), (slight) edging, p in v sex, breeding, might be or might not be ooc bunny! (we don't know yet)

「masterlist」

disclaimer! this oneshot was written before bunny iglesias’s real character or some other things about him are released/explained, meaning we barely know him. i hope all of you will take the time to read this first, so no one would come back attacking this fic, saying i made him too ooc once his character is explained in the manga. however, i hope you all enjoy reading this. thank you!

intimate. intoxicating. lewd.

those were the only things you could think of to describe the current situation. you felt the whole room’s temperature transitioning into something feverish—like a smoldering coal—it spread so quickly, it stung your skin despite the chilly night.

though, it wasn't a surprise; not with those lingering heavy gasps and breaths escaping out of your lungs, and literally not with those silent whispers and soft mewls of pleas you let out. biting the flesh of your lips, you inspect the dimly lit surroundings with hazy eyes.

messy.

that was all you could see: uneven silk sheets, fallen items, and both you and your boyfriend's clothes scattered on the floor. your gaze lingered around for a moment before stopping at the large mirror on the side.

obscene. you thought, taking in the image of your spread legs in your reflection.

“ah..” you hissed when you felt him suckle on your puffy clitoris a little too harshly, tongue swirling and flicking at the sensitive bean that made you see stars. “ah baby wait…i think i’m gonna—”

bunny quickly lifted himself up, before propping himself with both his rigid arms on your sides, muscles flexing and tensing as he does so. “you okay…?” he asked, leaning close to you, which you replied with a brief nod of your head.

the truth was. you weren't.

that was like, the third time he denied your orgasm, and you were starting to think he’s doing it on purpose. “hey now, don't space out on me, hm?” he snapped you back to reality, and only then you realized he was already positioning himself between your legs. sliding both of your legs further to the side, he aligned his manhood between your folds, pumping his heavy, and girthy cock with his hand—the tip already leaking with precum. “oh, mierda…mierda…” he moaned, voice low and guttural, as he leaned his head back.

“bunny..” you whimpered as you watched his angry, fat tip kiss your much smaller hole. he stayed like that for who knows how long—pumping and grazing his tip at your weeping hole teasingly. it may not look like it, but deep inside you were nervous as hell; he’s big—you know that—you’re afraid he’ll tear you apart, not to mention that this was only the second time you’d been intimate with him. you remembered the first time you two did it; you were crying the whole session. you shivered at the sudden flashbacks of memories; pumping his tip alone stung you to the core, and you didn't want to imagine the pain again if he's fully inside of you—balls deep— you don't know if you could take it, just like last time.

bunny on the other hand felt your smaller frame tense; sensing your discomfort, he cupped your cheek, gaining your attention. your eyes—teary and hazy—clouded with uncertainty and fear. “baby, relax f’me just like last time, hm? i’ve got you..” his voice was barely audible, but you nodded slowly.

your eyes—once filled with uncertainty and fear—was now glinting with desire and focus. you bit your lip as you watch how he starts to slowly plunge into you.

inch by inch, you watched with focused eyes how your tiny hole engulfed his cock like it had done it a thousand times already. it stung—so much—you felt like tearing apart any moment. “b-baby wait…i think it won't—‘feel so full—i can't…no more—bunny…’too big..” you whimpered, as you shake your head from the unbearable sting of your gummy walls being stretched; fresh warm tears rolled down your tear-stained cheeks, but your gentle pleas fell on deaf ears.

“oh dios… qué coño tan pequeño, tan apretado.” he groaned as he sank deeper into you, closing his eyes shut. bunny loved every bit of this: how your tiny hole fluttered around his aching cock; how it turned him on so much when your smaller hands reached up for him desperately, with pleading eyes—everything. he was trying so hard restraining himself, to not hurt you further enough, but dear god, how he loved that you're so small and tight for him. and with a harsh push of his hips, he was fully inside of you—balls deep. you cried out at the sensation of being full on your lower region. “good girl…look at your little hole taking my cock..” he murmured a praise with his shaky voice.

it felt ecstatic.

your pussy fluttered from his words. “oh… oh..” you moaned as he started to move in and out of you.

slowly but deep.

in and out.

in and out.

you bit your lip, shaking your head from the indescribable sensation. “fuck, fuck… b-bunny..” you moaned.

“does that feel good?”

you answered with a guttural moan at his words, your mouth slacked open as he fucked you dumb. “oh i bet it does”

you couldn't believe it; your once struggling hole, was now welcoming his thrust with ease, slipping in and out like it had memorized his movements and could finally keep up. it felt so good, your toes curled into the mattress as you clutch the sheets for support. “bunny…bunny..” your voice—hoarse and desperate—chanted his name like a mantra.

fuck. you're gonna be the death of him.

his thrust transitioned from slow and deep to something more… animalistic—inhumane. the once stinging and uncomfortable sensation quickly dissipated, slowly turning into pleasure. your walls clenched at the sudden change of pace, and god, he almost came on the spot when he felt that.

he loved everything he’s seeing right now: how your much smaller, more delicate frame jiggled and convulsed from his harsh thrusts, how your mouth opens and closes, trying to form proper words—god, what a sight to indulge.

“hah—i’m cumming… ’m cumming deep in this little pussy..” he was losing control, his chest heaving heavily, mouth slacked open—murmuring incoherent words from how overly euphoric he was feeling.

“baby—bunn–’m cumming, i’m cumming—hah–”

you choked out a moan, and with one final thrust, he snapped his hips and released inside you. you felt like your whole body was splashed with cold water as you shivered at the euphoric sensation; hot ropes of his thick load spurted inside you, filling your glistening hole to the brim. you sighed, chest heaving so hard as you ride out your high. you both stayed like that for a moment—indulging the silence.

or so you thought.

you yelped slightly when you felt him wrap his toned arms around you; with a low chuckle, he flipped you gently so you were now on your stomach. you blinked a few times out of astonishment, before looking over your shoulders. “b-bunny, what're you—”

you moaned the rest of your words when he shuts you up with a deep kiss, biting your lip for permission. you opened your mouth for him, and he wasted no time swirling his tongue inside you, as if trying to reach the deepest part of your mouth. he pulled out for air and searched for your eyes. “you don't think we're finished now, do you?” his voice—low and tempting—laced with subtle desire.

it was intoxicating.

hypnotic, if you might add.

and when he finally saw you shake your head slowly, god, he was glad he used all of his self control points to not bury his cock back into your sopping tiny hole and fuck you right then.

curling up a small smile, he leaned his head close to your neck, inhaling your scent oh so teasingly, just before whispering…

“culo arriba, hermosa”

a/n: srsly guys, this man here is sooo fine, he got me sooo down bad the first time he showed up on the leaks like gakagskwhsk *chefs kiss* i love him (i love them all). and the thought of him speaking spanish??! hello?! not sure if it's accurate, since i used google translate for that, anyway, i’'ll leave everything to you guys to search the meaning if you're curious:). i swear, i tried to make this as short as possible. i hope you liked it. likes and reblogs are much appreciated! and follow me for more updates. thanks a bunch!

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[mikuhriii]

ೀ⋆｡ mein schmutziges mädchen

m. kaiser x fem!reader

cw: nsfw/smut (mdni!), explicit content, fingering, overstimulation, a lil bit of hair pulling (for spice), choking (again, just a lil bit), swearing, mention of sex toys, kaiser is kaiser

based on this request

「masterlist」

once. twice.

or was it the third time?

no. maybe the fourth.

you don't even know; your mind is in a haze, and you can't think properly anymore. you’ve already lost count.

no, scratch that; you gave up counting moments ago.

you expected this. you, in such a vulnerable and obscene position—body sweaty and bare, tear-stained cheeks, leaning on his warm body, legs shamelessly spread wide open— all vulnerable and barely conscious to think.

you knew all of this would happen when he lured you in for a “little talk” about that bratty behavior of yours, with his alluring and subtle manner. he got you hypnotized— like a moth drawn to a flame—you fall right to his trap. you let him get to you, and now that he got you wrapped around his fingers, he swore to take his time with you.

agreeing alone with michael kaiser was like having a contract with the devil–no turning back. it was never a good idea in the first place, and yet, you still manage to fall right where he wanted you.

it was always like this. you get under his skin and you'll find yourself in a complete mess, sprawled on his silk ivory sheets.

bare.

begging.

submissive.

all for him to use. all for him to ruin.

“m-micha!” you gasped at the torturous pace of his unbelievably long fingers buried inside your sopping hole, hands desperately clawing at his toned arms for support.

it was ecstatic.

it was too much.

too much for you to handle; you're afraid you'll break any moment. but you hated it–you hate that you loved every bit of what was happening, you hate how your body still begs for more; for him to just fuck the hell out of you until you can't think of anything but his name, his face, just him alone.

the room was filled with nothing but obscenities; the buzzing sound of the device on your puffy clitoris, uneven breaths, and curses hung in the air. the intoxicating smell of sex only added to the lewd atmosphere.

“oh shit! i’m gonna cum— micha, i can't– ‘s too much—” you moan, biting the plump flesh of your lip so hard, it left an iron taste on your tongue.

“shh. fucking take it like the good girl you are, okay, liebe? you can do it. and don't fucking come until i say so, hm?” he whispered on your ears as he teasingly bite your neck with his infamous smirk plastered on his face.

kaiser on the other hand was enjoying all of it.

every. bit. of it.

the way your drooling mouth pathetically opens and closes, trying to form proper words; the way you catch your breath; the way your face contorts in discomfort and pleasure as he quickened the pace; everything. god it's driving him crazy.

“gonna cum, i’m–gonna cum. please let me cum, micha— please, please, please..” you were a blabbering mess— voice hoarse and desperate— it sent a shiver down his spine.

fuck

grabbing a fistful of your hair, he tugged your head back with a low chuckle. “you wanna cum on my fingers so bad, schatz? does my fingers make you feel so fucking good, hm?” his voice was low, laced with malice; dangerous like a predator.

you nod, and nod, and nod.

frantically.

no shame.

you don't care anymore.

and with every nod, his slick fingers moved faster and faster, in and out of your dripping womanhood.

in and out.

in and out.

in and out.

faster.

deeper.

your eyes rolled back. god you swear you're seeing stars from the overstimulation.

“yes—yes please, micha, micha, please let me cum…” with your quivering lips, you manage to chant his name like a mantra. you’re a whimpering mess, and fuck, kaiser love this view everytime he fucks you dumb with just his fingers.

kaiser felt your walls tighten and with a moan of his name escaping out from your mouth, you came on his fingers with a blissful sigh. it felt too damn good; your eyes shut close from the blissful sensation. your whole body convulsed, and your legs, once wide open, are now shut tight as you ride out your high. you stay still, leaning on him, breathing heavily, unaware of his snaking hands making their way to your neck.

he gripped it with enough force to make you look up at him.

you groaned.

unintentionally.

like it was some sort of reflex.

the thought of him choking you made your cunt pool once again.

god, what had he done to you?

“baaad fucking girl. did i tell you to come, hm? no?” his voice— low and lethal—tinges of venom. he taps your tear-stained cheeks, as if trying to wake you up on your fucked out state. you’d lie if you said that didn't turn you on.

you shake your head slowly like an obedient slave, resulting a smirk to form on his stupidly handsome face.

fuck you're gonna drive him nuts if you keep up like that.

“das ist richtig, mein schmutziges mädchen. so, we're gonna do this again right from the beginning until you follow everything i say, ja?”

oh you swear you never nodded so quickly your entire life after he said those. after all, you're his.

his alone to mess up.

his alone to use.

his alone to ruin.

a/n: i’m srsly gkms rn raaahhh i love love love this req sooo much. i need kaiser speaking german to my ears (kidding), help me he's sooo hoOoot gslwgwhwksvwj btw i’m not quite sure if it's accurate (i used google translate for that tehee) i'm sorry i got carried away aaannnd *clears throat*

anyway, idk if this turned out just like what was requested TT, and i didn't include ness here btw, my eyes were barely open and hurting while writing this (*cough* 3 am moments again) sorry anon:(. but i’ll upload one for him if i can think of a suitable plot. nevertheless, i hope you like it. likes and reblogs are much appreciated! don't forget to follow me also, for more updates. thanks a bunch!

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[mikuhriii]

Could you write Kaiser or Ness (maybe both but separately) overstimulating the ever living fuck out of us by fingering us as deep as possible and a vibrator to our clit? And he turns us dumb like all we can do is beg and whine pathetically.

woah woah woah hold up *sips water*

honeeeyyy, this is chef's kiss, i looove this jwhwkshawkkw anyway, it's finally posted. hope it turned out just like how you wanted it to be.🙏 (i did my best)

[mikuhriii]

ೀ⋆｡ come closer and hug me tight

r. itoshi x fem!reader

cw: fluff (angst-ish maybe?), cringe ig, might be ooc rin (sorry sorry), cheesy nn for rin ig (again, sorry)

「masterlist」

“and then he was like, ‘i like you, namura-san. i want to be with you,’ and i was like—” a piercing shrill and giggle from the other line made you wince, and you pulled your phone away from your ears.

you chuckled, shaking your head—amused by your friend’s energy so late. it was nearly midnight, and you were deeply immersed in studying for an upcoming project presentation when miwaki called, still gushing about her date yesterday. “anyways, enough about me, how are you and rin-kun doing? i never saw you with him after class. is everything alright?”

you swear you feel your ears perked up when you heard that, resulting you to halt on jotting down your notes.

ah, yes. rin.

your soccer prodigy boyfriend.

your effortlessly stunning boyfriend.

your boyfriend who hadn’t even texted or called you after a petty argument earlier.

it was not entirely your fault. it’s normal to be jealous of a “palette-faced leech” who kept bugging rin during a recent practice, right?

or maybe not.

you groaned internally.

but he’s still ignoring you.

‘this is childish.’

chewing the side of your cheek, you checked your phone again, with the same glint of hope on your eyes; hoping for a message or call, but found nothing. you leaned back with a huff.

‘you wanna be that way? fine. it’s not like i miss you. i definitely don’t.’

liar.

“who are you again? rin? oh, sorry, that doesn’t ring a bell. I don’t even know you. have we met before? hold up, you’re saying i’m your girlfriend? What kind of boyfriend are you if you don’t even talk to me?!”

you crossed your arms, sighing and kicking at invisible pebbles here and there. “who am i talking to?” you grumbled.

you don't know why and how but you just found yourself strolling the empty streets of your neighborhood.

your destination?

nowhere at all.

your reason?

you don't even know.

right, you just needed some fresh air to clear your head after that load of textbooks. it wasn’t because you hoped to bump into him and tell him how much you missed him. nope. absolutely not.

you stopped and clicked your tongue.

liar, liar. i’m such a liar.

“i’m so stupid!” you hit your head, groaning before biting the flesh of your lip. “still, how could he bear not talking to me all afternoon? doesn’t he love me anymore?”

the thought hurt so much your chest tightened, your breath hitched, and your eyes stung. you shook your head— a futile attempt to stop yourself from crying— which was clearly not helping at all. “no. nope. i’m not gonna cry. i’m not going to cry.”

plip

‘huh? what was that?’

plip

there it was again.

plip. plip. plip.

fresh tears dripped uncontrollably onto the pavement.

‘right. how could i not cry?’

“i miss him so bad. my rin-rin. my hubby-boo. my life. my everything. come back to me! i love him so much. i’m sorry, please, it won’t happen again. i'm not gonna get jealous to someone ever again. how stupid am i to be jealous of someone so…” you struggled to find the words. “…out of his league,” you continued with a lopsided smile, tears staining your cheeks. “right! that nobody may be beautiful, but rin’s mine.” You playfully punched the air, chuckling bitterly.

ding!

“hm?” your phone dinged, it's light illuminating on your pocket. you fished you phone and checked it, and you swear you eyes almost came out of their sockets while scanning the message.

heat rose in your cheeks as you slowly looked behind you.

there he was, a few meters away. you can tell he’d just finished practice; his duffle bag and towels were slung over his shoulder, and he held a large paper bag containing who knows what. “rin! h-how long have you been there…?”

rin was glad he was a few meters away for now; his usual cold expression on his face, now tinted with crimson that he prays would fade fast and you wouldn't notice. hearing you call him “yours” made him feel something indescribable.

ding!

lies. lies. lies.

the truth is, rin felt a pang of guilt gnawing on his chest. your tear-stained cheeks, your upset expression— god it hurts him to the bone. he wanted to run close to you so bad and wipe away your tears away. he might not show it, but seeing you like that kills him inside.

you were crying.

because of him.

he made you cry.

you stood there for a long time, silent, but comfortable.

ding!

ding!

you couldn't help but let out a bitter smile at his messages. wiping your tears, you replied.

you laughed and looked at him. the rin itoshi—usually reserved and intimidating, an intimidating prodigy who always dominates on the field— was tapping his foot impatiently. chuckling at his reply, you nodded. you knew how much he meant everything when he messages or tell you something so out of his character.

you opened your arms for him, and he hugged you tightly; expressing how much you’d both missed each other, refusing to let each other go. rin wiped your tears, kissed you, and whispered something only you, and you alone could hear coming out from him.

with both of your hands clasped tightly together— like tying a bond that'll never ever break— the two of you began strolling the empty streets.

Just the two of you.

Together again.

a/n: k bye, I’m sorry if this is trash, messy, or whatever. rin was ooc here, i’m sorry. i literally wrote this when my brain wasn’t working well (*cough* 3 am). i was trying to get an early good night sleep, but then this idea popped in my head, and i wrote it down (might rewrite this if i have time). anyway, i hope you liked it. likes and reblogs are much appreciated! and dont forget to hit that follow for more updates! thanks a bunch!

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