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(╥_╥)navia’s notes. this is my first fic and yes this chapter does not contain any smut YET. The spicyness will soon arrive in the next chapter.

rin itoshi x reader [] interwoven

chapter one

"Hey, Rin!" y/n shouted, her voice cutting through the hum of the crowded hallway as she sprinted toward the tall figure ahead.

It had been four months since she last saw him—four months since Rin transferred to a more prestigious school, leaving her in a quiet, unspoken void.

They first met in freshman year, both of them unwillingly thrown together on the school council committee. y/n could still recall the moment she first saw him—there, standing by the door, like some kind of quiet force of nature. His presence alone seemed to demand attention. With those teal eyes that shimmered like the ocean on a clear day and that strong, almost intimidating posture—he was, without a doubt, the most attractive person she’d ever seen. Tall, too. At least 5'11, maybe even 6'0, his height towering over most of the others.

There was only one seat left in the room—and, of course, it was right next to him. Fate? y/n wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered as she sank into the seat.

Suddenly, Rin turns to face you and, with utter confidence, asks, "So... why did you decide to join the committee?" His question catches you off guard, and you hesitate, unsure how to respond. Then, it hits you. I don’t even know his name yet. Suddenly, Rin turned to her, his gaze cool and unreadable. "So... why did you decide to join the committee?" His voice was casual, yet there was an underlying curiosity behind it..

The question caught her off guard. She paused, unsure of what to say. And then it hit her—she didn’t even know his name yet.

"I'm not obligated to tell you," y/n replied with a teasing smile, trying to regain some composure. Her voice, smooth yet playful, hinted at something more. "But it would be nice to know your name... maybe?"

The words spilled out before she could think them through, and the instant she said it, her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Without missing a beat, Rin coolly responds, “Rin. Rin Itoshi.”

At the moment you didn’t know this one interaction would alter the entire course of your life.

As the club meeting came to the end everybody started packing up their bags, you realize a strong figure standing behind you sending shivers down your spine. You turn around to meet the gaze of alluring possessing eyes.

You can’t help, but to get caught up in the moment.

Lips slowly slowly separating apart, shutted eyelids. A look that would knock any guy out.

Unaware you were doing these actions right in front of him a pink flush appeared on your cheeks knocking you back to reality. Unaware that he asked you a question .

Rin’s voice, casual and smooth, broke through her racing thoughts. “Yo, y/n… any chance I could get your number? Maybe?”

His tone was so laid-back, as if asking for her number was the most normal thing in the world. His expression remained calm, unaffected by anything other than the request itself. No games, no hidden intentions—just pure, honest curiosity.

y/n mind raced, but her mouth was faster. "Yes. Yes, of course," she replied, almost too quickly, her excitement barely contained.

As your fingers hover over the screen, you begin to input your number, carefully pressing each digit, one by one. But then, something catches your eye. As you scroll down, the list of contacts seems… odd. There are dozens of names already saved in the device, each one belonging to a woman.

Curious, you stop and glance at the names, your mind racing. Some are familiar, others strangely foreign, yet all of them are undeniably feminine. Why are there so many? And why do they all seem to be saved under the same circumstances? Was it some weird coincidence, or something else entirely?

Your heart picks up pace. Maybe there’s more to this device than you thought.

“Is... is he just trying to get in my pants? What the fuck?”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, your frustration bubbling over. You glanced up, eyes narrowing as you studied his face, trying to read any hint of his true intentions.

You quickly darted back down at the screen, your fingers moving with sharp precision as you scrutinized every detail, heart pounding with the sudden need for answers.

Of course your expressive face shows all your emotions, he looks over to see why you suddenly froze and gone quiet a slight frown appearing on such a soft face.

You quickly muttered, "It’s none of my business... hell, I just met him."

Luckily he didn’t hear you, but he looked worried.

“Is everything alright, y/n?” His tone was calm, almost indifferent, though his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than usual, as if silently waiting for a response.

Spinning your head back quickly to face him your odd expression changing to a soft smile on your face

“Obviously,” you say, your voice smooth as you hand his phone back calmly, your smile changing into a smirk. You elbow him gently in the chest your voice full of sarcasm. “What are you so worried about anyways?”

“Sorry, just seemed liked a lot was on your mind I suppose” his eyebrow quirks up accompanied by a teasing smile, the tension slowly filling in the air between you two.

he enjoys this doesn’t he.

he is so goddamn snarky, yet so incredibly handsome.

That evening, back in the solitude of her room, y/n let out a sigh as she slipped off her school uniform and into her soft pajamas. The world outside her window had quieted, and everything felt almost too still.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, pulling your attention away. You slowly unclip your bra, the soft lace—pink with delicate flowers—loosening around your shoulders, slipping down your arms. You stand, moving with a quiet grace, and reach for your phone. A single unread message glows on the screen. Your pulse quickens as you swipe it open, heart racing with anticipation.

Rin.

“ hey y/n this is your number right? just making sure I wasn’t texting a total stranger [happy emoticon] “

Memories of the day—the way his eyes had seemed to pierce through her, the way he asked for her number—flashed through her mind. But then, there was that contact list. Those names, all female. The uncertainty and unease that had clung to her earlier flooded back, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was... off.

Why do I feel so uneasy, and anxious? I was giddy a second ago and now? I’m feeling–-overwhelmed what am I really feeling? Jealously perhaps, fuck no why would I be jealous. She smolders herself rolling her eyes.

“No, I can't be,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head. She rolled onto her back, tossing the phone aside carelessly, the screen going dark.

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to clear her head. Blank. Blank thoughts. Nothing.

She hated the constant pressure of trying to meet everyone’s expectations. Hated the way people were always putting themselves into categories, desperately trying to belong. She didn’t want to play that game. Despised how the minority tries to fit into society. Feeling unwelcome.

But why did it feel like she couldn’t escape it? Why did she feel so... vulnerable?

Rising from the bed, y/n walked toward the bathroom, her lavender slippers quiet against the floor. The mirror reflected her face, eyes tired but still bright with something she couldn’t name. She observed herself—how her lips pulled into a half-smile, how her expression shifted from self-doubt to something harder, more resolute.

Maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t the only one who was hiding behind a mask. And maybe, just maybe, Rin had one too.

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