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in motion. —itoshi rin

synopsis. a dancer, a footballer, and one campaign.

notes. finding pics took soooooo long holy 😭 (also yes, i’m aware the face claims i chose are thai and not japanese but i just really liked their photoshoot)

face claims: bright vachirawit (@/brightvc on instagram), achiraya nitibhon (@/allynitibhon on instagram).

cw. smau, brand campaign (fake ofc), mutual pining, lots of fan commentary, fem!reader.

adidasjp

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adidasjp Introducing our newest campaign: Pulse In Motion ✨ Where precision meets rhythm, and football meets dance. This campaign celebrates the launch of our newest silhouette — the Adidas Pulse — designed for motion, energy and expression. Because no matter what you do, movement is everything.

Featuring: @/itoshi_rin ⚽ & @/yourusername 🩰 — Two worlds, connected by one motion. #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything view comments.

ringaze saw this and immediately forgot how to breathe nameluvbot theyre gonna break the internet i just know it 😍 strikerrin who gave them the right to look this good together notyourshoelace ok but the face cards never decline ✋🏻 john1978 This collection looks pretty good. view replies.

mike87 The sambas look better. 👍🏻 ethan54 All the same. Uncomfortable and will leave you with blisters. rinsslave ethan54 ts why your fav soccer team keeps losing 0 - 10 against rins lol

yourusername

yourusername movement is everything 💫 extremely grateful to be part of something that celebrates expression through motion! thank you @/adidasjp 🖤🩰 #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas view comments.

pirouetteprincess omggg??!?!?! 🫣🫣🫣 namespointeshoe movement is everything and so are you 🫦 nameismine dont act like you didnt just carry the whole collab view replies.

rinsno1glazer dyk the meaning of collab 🙄 berins her and her stupid fans again 👎🏻👎🏻

nameworld this collection actually looks so good

itoshi_rin

itoshi_rin movement is everything. thankful to be part of Pulse In Motion by @/adidasjp 💪🏻 #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas view comments.

lockedonrin his looks could kill omfg 😋 bootedbyrin i passed out hes actually so hot summerin he looks like he hates being there lmaoo 😭 view replies.

saesfavgirl doesnt he always look like that 😭😭 rinworlds he never smiles 💔💔

rinsflowstate someone told him to pose and he looks ready to fight someone 💀

adidasjp

adidasjp Check out the behind the scenes of our Pulse In Motion campaign with @/itoshi_rin & @/yourusername as they talk about their favourite part of the photoshoot and playing our “Match the Motion” challenge 🏅 Who nailed the vibe?

Watch the full reel here! 📽️ #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything view comments.

user99 im ngl they look cute together 🫶🏻 rinsonly1 he looks so whipped for her 😔 view replies.

rinsgaze ong rinscleats he literally had eyes on her the entire time umyrin THEYRE THE CUTEST I CANTTTTT

namesrightearring my queen is so pretty 😍😍 rinsbabe literally never seen him smile like that before user47 my parents guys ☺️ spinningforrin bro be so fr he literally forgot to talk when he was looking at her 😭

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yourusername back for #roundtwo with @/adidasjp 🫶🏻 thanks you guys for your support! #adidaspulse #InMotion #MotionIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas #loveyouguys view comments.

namelover why do you guys not get along 😓😓 view replies.

yourusername he said dance doesn’t count as a sport itoshi_rin bc it doesn’t yourusername do a pirouette for me then itoshi_rin no. namelover itoshi_rin okay flirt in front of me ig 😔 rinandname itoshi_rin ok make us feel single ig 😔

watchname wdym u guys didnt get along?? babes you were laughing with your whole soul 😭😭 rinscleats they do be lying to us tho matchabunni ik yall see them flirting in the comments rn namesleftsock SO PRETTY WTHHH nameworld i love you marry me 💕🧎🏻‍♀️💍

itoshi_rin

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itoshi_rin still not gonna spin or whatever it’s called. thanks @/adidasjp for having me. #adidaspulse #InMotion #MotionIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas view comments.

yourusername LAME. view replies.

itoshi_rin 🙄

rinlover i have nothing appropriate to say iloverin posted this after just winning a whole championship btw 💀 rinandname ur so not nonchalant rin 😭 likerinsm fine shytttttt 😍😍😍😍😍😍

adidasjp

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adidasjp We heard you all loud and clear! 🙌🏻 Their dynamic sparked conversations, and their chemistry was undeniable, so we brought them back! @/itoshi_rin & @/yourusername returned for another round of Pulse In Motion, this time for a shoot that celebrates the brighter side of movement. 👟

The latest drop from the Adidas Pulse collection is here: Bold, breathable, and built for motion wherever you go, and whatever you do. #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything #enemiestolovers view comments.

rinscleats OKAYYYY ATE DOWNNN ✋🏻✋🏻✋🏻 ilikerin hotter than the mf sun bro 🥵 nameworld theyd be an unstoppable couple itoshimyrin stop shipping them guys i cant like every comment 😔 footballrin please date 🙏🏻🥺 matchabunni can we just appreciate how good they look (together)

yourusername

yourusername too beautiful to leave 🗻 view comments.

nameworld my queen is so pretty i love you 😋🫶🏻 ilovename which one is the view because theyre both breathtaking 😮‍💨 namesrightearring #needthat namedance flying to japan rn 🧎🏻‍♀️ rinlover oh my god my eyes are blessed

itoshi_rin

itoshi_rin 🍜 view comments.

namemylove so are we all thinking the same thing or am i tripping view replies.

namesshoelace nah i think we all agree ✋🏻 rinlover but its 2 days after her post might just be a coincidence 😔 namemylove rinlover sighh lets just be delusional

rinscleats are you in japan tell me rn 🧎🏻‍♀️ view replies.

itoshimyrin YOJFJFRFR footballrin lets not get our hopes up (im screaming rn) matchabunni i hope we are not reaching bc i really want this couple to be real 😓

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yourusername everything feels lighter here ✨🌃 #paris view comments.

namelover MAMA 😍 namesleftsock is rin with you again :D view replies.

footballrin I MEANN HE LIKED THE POST SOO itoshimyrin REAL namelover this has to be real

matchabunni GODDESS OMG rinscleats hes missing out 😔 ilovename MOVE RIN ME FIRST

itoshi_rin replied to your post:

itoshi_rin the view’s aight ig

yourusername you’re lame yk that 🙄

itoshi_rin want my honest opinion?

yourusername no

itoshi_rin shame

yourusername sybau i’m literally right next to you 👊🏻

itoshi_rin

itoshi_rin always on the move 👟 view comments.

namelover are they BOTH IN PARIS????? namesleftsock am i tripping or it says france behind him 🧍🏼 rinsbabe this is so clearly a couple soft launch lmao matchabunni she posted the eiffel tower and THE NEXT DAY he posts in france 😭 rinscleats paris is the city of love that’s all i’m gonna say 😋 ilovename every post screams couple trip itoshimyrin y’all it’s happening yourusername mid. view replies.

itoshi_rin you wish yourusername 🙄 itoshi_rin don’t sulk now matchabunni itoshi_rin def dating 😭 namelover matchabunni yep

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yourusername quiet mornings always have my heart 😚 view comments.

nameworld don’t be shy, post your boyfriend namesleftsock lmao where’s rin 🫣 rinsslave watch him post later rinscleats are y’all dating yet namedance oh they in paris tgt fs 😭

itoshi_rin

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itoshi_rin not me? view comments.

namelover OUUUU “NOT ME” ??? OKAY ✋🏻✋🏻 namesrightearrings this isn’t even a soft launch anymore 😭 view replies.

namesleftsock i dont think they know what soft launch means 😭😭 namesrightearrings namesleftsock u right 😭

matchabunni i’m losing it ☺️ rinsslave they’re not even being subtle anymore 💀 itoshimyrin drop the hard launch now view replies.

nameandrinsbaby next post i’m calling it yourlocalrinfan bet

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yourusername fine here 😾 now leave us alone (jk i love you guys 🙉) view comments.

rinscleats AHHHHHHHHHHH ITS CONFIRMED 😭😭 onetworin OMFGOMFG nameslifeline omg now get married 🧎🏻‍♀️ rinandname no way no way its actually real omg 🥺 nameworld IM CRYING SOBBING WHENS THE MARRIAGE namerinreal okay worlds best couple hands down 😮‍💨 rinsonly1 been here since day 1 rinsgaze guys we did it 😓 ilovename words cant express how happy i am namesleftsock and she said that they didnt get along like okay bro ✋🏻🙄🙄 anw im so happy nameswife BEST ENEMIES TO LOVERS EVER‼️

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[sinsxo]

okay hear me out BUT angry or make up sex with rin 😊🤞🏼

i think i made it sad but here 🫶🏻 minors please do not interact.

[sinsxo]

symphony. —itoshi rin

cw. mdni! nsfw, fem!reader, toxic relationship dynamics, angst, degradation, emotionally charged arguments, make up sex, rough sex, soft aftercare.

based on this request.

note. loved writing this. had the perfect song in mind — symphony by highvyn ft. JEY.

synopsis. another cold war. unresolved arguments. you and rin can’t seem to talk without it ending in a fight — or something worse.

wc. 2.3k words, not proofread.

again.

you sighed, slumped on the couch in the living room of the apartment you shared with rin.

cold, bitter, and alone.

just like what your relationship had become.

you checked your phone again — looking for anything. a text, a missed call, even a single-word reply — just an update from rin.

none.

figures.

you and rin were in another cold war. tension high, wounds fresh from your last argument — yet neither of you did anything to fix it. it was just quiet now. empty.

the sound of the front door opening pulled you out of your spiral. rin walked in, fresh from training, the same blank expression on his face.

“didn’t think you’d come home,” you muttered, eyes still on your phone.

“don’t start.”

you scoffed. “don’t start? you do know you have a phone, right? a simple text would’ve been greatly appreciated.”

“didn’t think you’d care,” he replied flatly, already walking toward the bedroom without looking back.

you followed.

“you’re right. maybe i shouldn’t care next time,” you said, leaning against the doorframe. “couldn’t even spare five seconds for a damn message? i’m supposed to be your girlfriend, but i don’t know where you are half the time — your schedule, your plans — nothing.”

he exhaled through his nose. “can we not do this right now? i’m tired.”

“yeah? when are you not?”

he stopped by the dresser, jaw clenching. “my schedule’s packed even during breaks. i come home to this — to you — picking a fight. i leave for germany again in two days, and you can’t give me a fucking break?”

“i’m not picking a fight, rin. i’m asking for basic communication!”

“and using that tone that makes it worse,” he snapped. “it’s always about you, and i’m so fucking tired of it. drop it — we’ll talk next time.”

you stared at him, chest heaving. “next time? it’s always next time, and it ends like this every time. i hate it. i hate you.”

“good,” he said coldly. “the feeling’s mutual.”

and with that, he slammed the bathroom door behind him.

you stood there, seething. for someone so cold, he sure boiled fast.

you slammed the bedroom door shut behind you, throwing yourself onto the bed. lying on your side, you curled into yourself, your phone abandoned beside you.

how did it get like this?

every fight followed the same cycle.

you argued, you avoided, then you ignored each other until something snapped and it all spilled over again.

you let out a loud sigh. then another.

and by the third, the bathroom door opened.

“can you not?” rin’s voice came from the doorway of the master bathroom. “your sighing is so loud. it’s annoying.”

you rolled over, finally looking at him. “what? i can’t breathe now?”

he didn’t respond at first. just stood there, jaw clenched, putting on his clothes.

then he sighed. you understood him now, because that pissed you off too.

before you could say anything else, he walked over and sat beside you on the bed, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“look,” he said, voice low, tired. “i’m sick of this too. it’s not just you.”

you had your eyes closed, trying to shut everything out. but he saw the scrunch in your expression, your trembling lips.

“i don’t mean to give you the silent treatment,” he continued. “but the more we fight, the more i avoid you — not because i don’t care, but because i don’t want to say something i’ll regret. i know my temper, and i know yours. it’s like… fighting fire with fire. no control, and we both get burned. i just wish we’d just let our pride go sometimes.”

his voice dropped even lower.

“i know you don’t mean half the shit you say when you’re upset. but it still cuts deep. and i know i do the same too, no excuses for that. i just… i’m done pretending this is normal. that we’re fine.”

you slowly opened your eyes, then sat up, ashamed.

“i don’t mean to pick fights,” your voice came out small. “i just get so overwhelmed sometimes. we barely spend time together anymore. and when you come home exhausted, i feel like i can’t even talk to you. like i have to hold it in so you won’t get tired of me too.”

your voice cracked. “i didn’t mean to become the thing i feared. i didn’t mean to push you away.”

you looked at him then — eyes filled with guilt.

“i don’t want to be the reason you stop loving me. but sometimes i feel like i already am.”

“is that what you’ve been thinking?” he asked softly.

“yeah,” you whispered. “i’m scared you don’t need me the way i need you.”

rin leaned in, brows furrowed. “so that’s what this was about.”

you looked up, confused. “what do you mean?”

but before you could finish, he moved — leaning over you, arms caging you in as your back met the mattress.

“you could’ve just told me,” he muttered, voice low. “but no. you chose this way.”

his expression was tight. angry, yes — but not at you. not really. maybe at himself, for missing it. for not seeing it sooner.

before you could reply, his lips were on yours — rough, desperate. all emotion, no control.

maybe anger. maybe guilt. maybe frustration. maybe love.

your arms wrapped around his shoulders, tugging at his shirt. he broke the kiss only long enough to take it off, doing the same to you — undressing you with trembling hands.

then he was kissing you again. deeper. like he needed to.

you kissed him like you were afraid he’d leave mid-breath, and he kissed you like he was trying to make you stay.

“for someone who says they hate me,” he mumbled against your lips, “you sure hold on tight.”

“shut it,” you whispered, pulling him back into a kiss.

he groaned low in his throat, his lips trailing from your mouth to your neck, collarbone, chest — every inch of you. everything felt so raw, like you were making up with each other with touch instead of words.

you couldn’t even remember the last time you touched each other like this. not even a hug. not even holding hands.

and now you clung to each other like you’d shatter if you let go.

he spread your legs open before you realised.

you inhaled sharply, your thighs twitching under his touch.

“keep them open,” he muttered, voice low, warm breath ghosting over your inner thigh.

you tried to close them on instinct, flustered, unsure if you were still mad at him or you were just that needy, but his hands were firm, prying you apart again.

“don’t be difficult now. you’ve been doing that all day.” he looked up at you with that same cold, condescending stare he gave you during fights — but now it made your stomach flutter.

“fuck off.” you tried to sound strong, but your voice wavered.

“mm,” he hummed, fingers brushing over your heat, slow and teasing. “still got a mouth on you. but i wonder how long that’ll last.”

you reached down to swat his hand away, but he caught your wrist midair.

“don’t,” he glared at you. “you’ve talked enough for one night.”

he didn’t wait for a reply.

his mouth was on you before you could form a thought — tongue working slow circles that had your legs shaking in seconds. you gasped, back arching, one hand clutching the sheets while the other tangled itself in his hair, tugging hard.

“ah— fuck, rin—!”

he sucked harder, the pressure making your hips buck. he held them down with one hand, the other slipping up to your chest, pinching your nipple just to hear you gasp again.

“such a mess already,” he said, pulling away just enough to talk.

his lips and chin were slick with you. “missed me that much?”

you glared at him through your haze. “hurry up and fuck me already...”

he raised a brow. “so needy,” he sat up, grabbing you by the ankles and yanking you down the bed until your hips hit the edge. “spread.”

you did — barely — still glaring, defiant.

“you know this is all we ever do,” he muttered, voice sharp as his fingers dug into your thighs. “fight until we’re so fucking drained, then fall apart like this.”

his jaw clenched, eyes flickering over your bare body beneath him. he looked angry.

not just at you. maybe even more at himself.

“what the hell are we even doing?” he asked, voice low as he dragged two fingers along your slit, watching you squirm. “we tear each other apart just to crawl back like this every time.”

you didn’t answer. couldn’t.

your breath hitched as his fingers circled your clit — teasing you, like he was taunting you.

“you hate me,” he said — like he was reminding himself. “you say it all the time. say you’re done. say i’m not enough.”

then he pushed two fingers in — without warning — and you cried out, hips lifting from the bed before he shoved them down again.

“but here you are.”

your fingers curled into the sheets, the burn between your legs making your thighs tremble.

“every fucking time,” he hissed, curling his fingers until your back arched. “you hurt me. i hurt you. and we still end up like this.”

you bit your lip. your voice was shaky.

“what do you want me to say?”

he laughed — sounding bitter — before pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the thick press of his cock, dragging along your folds before pushing in all at once.

you screamed, nails scratching down his back as his hips were flush against yours. he didn’t ease in. didn’t ask. just pushed forward until he bottomed out and you cried out beneath him.

“don’t say anything,” he groaned against your neck. “just shut the fuck up for once.”

you bit his shoulder hard, and he moaned — gripping your hips hard enough to bruise before he started moving.

“so fucking tight for me,” he gritted as he thrusted into you roughly.

you choked on a moan, head spinning.

his pace didn’t slow — it grew rougher and sloppier — frustration spilling out in every thrust, every smack of skin, every breathless insult laced with something more. something like love mixed with anger.

his hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back.

“you make me fucking sick,” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw. “i hate what you do to me.”

but he kissed you anyway — deep, tongue sliding past your lips as he fucked you even harder. and you kissed him back like he was your oxygen, nails digging into his back like you needed to anchor yourself to him or you’d drown.

“this is the only time we don’t lie to each other,” he muttered. “when you’re under me like this.”

you couldn’t deny it. didn’t even try.

because he was right.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, dragging him closer, making him fuck you deeper until your cries turned into sobs — broken and breathless, like your pride was cracking at the seams.

and maybe it was. maybe his was too.

he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath stuttering against your lips as his thrusts turned frantic, rough and filled with everything he couldn’t say.

“hate you,” you gasped, eyes glassy as you reached your release.

“i know,” he whispered, letting go inside you. “me too.”

but he kissed you again — tongue tangling with yours as your bodies moved in sync, like the fighting never mattered. like nothing ever did, except this.

you didn’t know what this was. maybe love. maybe something worse.

but whatever it was, it destroyed you every time. and you always came back for more.

then silence.

just the sound of your ragged breaths, coming down from both of your highs.

sweat clinging to skin.

your hand still tangled with his as he hovered over you.

he didn’t speak.

but he didn’t leave either.

rin pulled out slowly, watching the way you winced — watching your body twitch from the aftershocks, trembling from everything he gave you and everything he took.

then he cleaned you up without a word.

not rough. not soft.

just careful.

like he was trying not to be cruel anymore.

like it was the only apology he knew how to give.

you were in a daze for a bit until your eyes fluttered open — barely.

just enough to catch the tension in his shoulders, the tight line of his jaw, the way his brows furrowed as he wiped your skin with a warm, damp towel.

when he was done, he tossed it somewhere off the bed, pulling the blanket over you both before slipping in behind you without a sound.

and then he wrapped his arms around you.

tight like he didn’t want to let go.

desperate like he couldn’t.

you exhaled softly, the last of your strength giving out as you melted into him. his chest met your back and you pressed closer, instinctive, vulnerable.

he kissed your shoulder, then again. softer. like he didn’t mean to. like the ache inside him needed a place to rest.

you weren’t facing him.

but his hand found yours beneath the covers and linked your pinkies together — the way he always did when he couldn’t say sorry — when the guilt sat too loud in his throat and too heavy in his chest.

and even though not a single word passed between you, even though the air still pulsed with all the things left unsaid, you fell asleep like that.

this kind of love love made you feel drained yet aching, tethered by one fragile finger and everything you both refused to say. but at this moment, with the both of you tangled in each other’s touch, nothing mattered — not the damage, not the distance — just the ache of holding on anyway.

because in two days, he’d be gone again.

just like he always was.

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[sinsxo]

hiii im going around and asking writers who are their favorite writers, so could I ask who's your fav writers?

hello anon!! 🫶🏻 i’m just going to list down the writers that i read the most from since i have way too many favs: @mixolya @lovingmayday @kxsagi @sheyfu @cryinggirlnamedhelen @neeeooon (sorry for tagging!)

[sinsxo]

more rin plsssss

rin smau here! enjoyyyy 🫶🏻

[sinsxo]

in motion. —itoshi rin

synopsis. a dancer, a footballer, and one campaign.

notes. finding pics took soooooo long holy 😭 (also yes, i’m aware the face claims i chose are thai and not japanese but i just really liked their photoshoot)

face claims: bright vachirawit (@/brightvc on instagram), achiraya nitibhon (@/allynitibhon on instagram).

cw. smau, brand campaign (fake ofc), mutual pining, lots of fan commentary, fem!reader.

adidasjp

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adidasjp Introducing our newest campaign: Pulse In Motion ✨ Where precision meets rhythm, and football meets dance. This campaign celebrates the launch of our newest silhouette — the Adidas Pulse — designed for motion, energy and expression. Because no matter what you do, movement is everything.

Featuring: @/itoshi_rin ⚽ & @/yourusername 🩰 — Two worlds, connected by one motion. #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything view comments.

ringaze saw this and immediately forgot how to breathe nameluvbot theyre gonna break the internet i just know it 😍 strikerrin who gave them the right to look this good together notyourshoelace ok but the face cards never decline ✋🏻 john1978 This collection looks pretty good. view replies.

mike87 The sambas look better. 👍🏻 ethan54 All the same. Uncomfortable and will leave you with blisters. rinsslave ethan54 ts why your fav soccer team keeps losing 0 - 10 against rins lol

yourusername

yourusername movement is everything 💫 extremely grateful to be part of something that celebrates expression through motion! thank you @/adidasjp 🖤🩰 #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas view comments.

pirouetteprincess omggg??!?!?! 🫣🫣🫣 namespointeshoe movement is everything and so are you 🫦 nameismine dont act like you didnt just carry the whole collab view replies.

rinsno1glazer dyk the meaning of collab 🙄 berins her and her stupid fans again 👎🏻👎🏻

nameworld this collection actually looks so good

itoshi_rin

itoshi_rin movement is everything. thankful to be part of Pulse In Motion by @/adidasjp 💪🏻 #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas view comments.

lockedonrin his looks could kill omfg 😋 bootedbyrin i passed out hes actually so hot summerin he looks like he hates being there lmaoo 😭 view replies.

saesfavgirl doesnt he always look like that 😭😭 rinworlds he never smiles 💔💔

rinsflowstate someone told him to pose and he looks ready to fight someone 💀

adidasjp

adidasjp Check out the behind the scenes of our Pulse In Motion campaign with @/itoshi_rin & @/yourusername as they talk about their favourite part of the photoshoot and playing our “Match the Motion” challenge 🏅 Who nailed the vibe?

Watch the full reel here! 📽️ #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything view comments.

user99 im ngl they look cute together 🫶🏻 rinsonly1 he looks so whipped for her 😔 view replies.

rinsgaze ong rinscleats he literally had eyes on her the entire time umyrin THEYRE THE CUTEST I CANTTTTT

namesrightearring my queen is so pretty 😍😍 rinsbabe literally never seen him smile like that before user47 my parents guys ☺️ spinningforrin bro be so fr he literally forgot to talk when he was looking at her 😭

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yourusername back for #roundtwo with @/adidasjp 🫶🏻 thanks you guys for your support! #adidaspulse #InMotion #MotionIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas #loveyouguys view comments.

namelover why do you guys not get along 😓😓 view replies.

yourusername he said dance doesn’t count as a sport itoshi_rin bc it doesn’t yourusername do a pirouette for me then itoshi_rin no. namelover itoshi_rin okay flirt in front of me ig 😔 rinandname itoshi_rin ok make us feel single ig 😔

watchname wdym u guys didnt get along?? babes you were laughing with your whole soul 😭😭 rinscleats they do be lying to us tho matchabunni ik yall see them flirting in the comments rn namesleftsock SO PRETTY WTHHH nameworld i love you marry me 💕🧎🏻‍♀️💍

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itoshi_rin still not gonna spin or whatever it’s called. thanks @/adidasjp for having me. #adidaspulse #InMotion #MotionIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas view comments.

yourusername LAME. view replies.

itoshi_rin 🙄

rinlover i have nothing appropriate to say iloverin posted this after just winning a whole championship btw 💀 rinandname ur so not nonchalant rin 😭 likerinsm fine shytttttt 😍😍😍😍😍😍

adidasjp

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adidasjp We heard you all loud and clear! 🙌🏻 Their dynamic sparked conversations, and their chemistry was undeniable, so we brought them back! @/itoshi_rin & @/yourusername returned for another round of Pulse In Motion, this time for a shoot that celebrates the brighter side of movement. 👟

The latest drop from the Adidas Pulse collection is here: Bold, breathable, and built for motion wherever you go, and whatever you do. #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything #enemiestolovers view comments.

rinscleats OKAYYYY ATE DOWNNN ✋🏻✋🏻✋🏻 ilikerin hotter than the mf sun bro 🥵 nameworld theyd be an unstoppable couple itoshimyrin stop shipping them guys i cant like every comment 😔 footballrin please date 🙏🏻🥺 matchabunni can we just appreciate how good they look (together)

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voiceover chaos. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. makeup grwm but your boyfriend does the voiceover (poorly).

cw. drabble, fluff, lighthearted fic.

wc. 0.8k words, not proofread.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“hi everyone— oh we’re already starting? okay.” he immediately locks in, hyper-focused, like it’s a soccer match. the only problem? he has no idea what you’re putting on your face.

“um, this is foundation, right? okay, so she’s starting with foundation— oh, wait no, this is foundation.”

wrong. it was primer and concealer, but close enough.

“huh? isn’t this foundation too?” he’s genuinely confused. “ahem, so she applied three layers of foundation and now she’s applying uhh... what’s this? a tan stick?”

contour. it was contour.

“and now she’s blending it out with a brush,” he says, trying to sound confident. “okay, another stick? oh, it’s the nose thing. now she’s... drawing shadows... on her nose?”

“another stick?? this one’s shiny. now she has sparkles on her nose,” he narrates, then mutters, “oh, wow that’s a lot, uh... s— slay!”

“okay, now she’s applying lipstick— woah, why does it look like that? is this lip gloss?” he leans in like the screen holds the answers.

“and now she’s peeling her lips off???”

“and she’s done?” he’s completely flustered. “gosh, i did so bad. anyway, she’s the most beautiful girl in the world, even without all this.”

“aww, you’re so sweet yoichi,” you laugh. “can i do your makeup next time?”

“s— sure!” he laughs awkwardly, but he’s already mentally preparing to be your next canvas.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“why do i have to do this?” he asks flatly.

“for entertainment! now go,” you say as you press play.

he sighs, defeated.

“what the hell is that?” he frowns immediately and the video barely started. “she’s applying… some cream on her face.”

“okay, i bought her this one. i think it’s concealer. whatever that does,” he mutters, watching you blend it in. “i think it’s what she uses when she didn’t sleep enough — which is, like, every night. told her to sleep earlier but she never listens, so she wakes up looking like a panda.”

“rin! voiceover, don’t diss me!” you call out in the background.

“whatever— why are you moving so fast?” he’s clearly panicking now, squinting at the screen. “what the fuck is this???”

he gives up trying to follow, then regains composure.

“okay, now she’s drawing on some lips. even though i think she already has enough.”

“rin.”

“anyway— okay. nevermind. it’s over. she’s done,” he says, finally backing up from the screen. “beautiful like usual. perfect. don’t ask me to do this again.”

“can i do your makeup for the next video?”

“…no?”

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he looks like he’d rather be doing anything else. but he agrees to do the voiceover anyway — even if he’s still a menace.

“alright, so we’re starting with dior,” he says, casually. “bought her that one. it was like three thousand.”

“now we’re putting on… whatever this is. costed like two million,” he deadpans.

“babe, you’re supposed to describe what i’m doing.”

“i don’t know what you’re doing,” he replies, unimpressed. “i think this is blush. she looks like she’s blushing now.”

well, no shit.

“next, dior again. another million dollars gone. why is makeup so expensive anyway?”

“you’re exaggerating.”

“am not.” he squints. “okay… now we got this blue thing. for lips?”

a pause.

“and now we look like frozen, from elsa or something. she looks like she has hypothermia.”

you swear this man will be the death of you.

“okay… we wipe the blue thing off, then we spray some mist on our face. and look at that, all done,” he exhales like he just ran a marathon. “beautiful. her whole routine costs like four million dollars. no wonder she won’t let me touch her face.”

“it doesn’t cost that much, you’re being dramatic!”

“debatable.”

“also, can i do your make up for the next video?” you batted your eyelashes.

he didn’t flinch.

“again, debatable.”

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“this sounds like a hassle... but okay,” he yawns.

he’s clearly half-assing it at first, but by the end, he’s genuinely interested.

“mmm, she’s putting this, like... stuff... on her face.” he mumbles. “blendy, blendy. looks like she’s doing art.”

“and now she’s drawing on her eyes or something. she looks cute when she’s concentrating,” a pause, then he turns to look at you. “wait, how did you do that? your eyes look like a cat’s now. that’s cool.”

“and then lip gloss, now her lips are shiny. my favourite,” he mumbles. “i like kissing them. very soft. tastes good. wait, can i say that here?”

“anyway, she’s sparkly now,” he says, eyes glued to the screen. “looks so pretty. like an angel. she always does.”

“okay, done. is there more?”

“didn’t you say it was a hassle?”

“yeah, but you looked good doing that,” he shrugs.

“want me to do your makeup next time?”

“if i can just sit there and do nothing, then yeah.”

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excuse me. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. you were checking yourself out in the mirror, completely unaware that they were also waiting to use it.

note. idk guys i’m in a writing slump

cw. drabble, lighthearted fic.

wc. 0.7k words, not proofread.

context:

the fitting room at this clothing store was ridiculously far away, a long walk from the section with good clothes.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he spots the mirror from across the aisle and beelines for it, hoodie in hand, ready to see if the color suits him. but then, you’re already there.

you were checking yourself out, not even a single piece of clothing in hand. turning side to side. tugging your own shirt up slightly to see how it falls on your waist. he stops dead in his tracks like he just walked into a crime scene.

“oh, sorry. you go ahead!” he said, way too politely.

you glance at him through the mirror.

“it’s okay, you can use it.”

“no! it’s fine! take your time! you were here first!” he says, way too fast.

you pull him by the arm to the mirror.

“it’s big enough for us both,” you say, resuming your inspection like nothing happened.

he panics for half a second, but then holds up the hoodie to see how it fits on him. he looked unsure and awkward.

“that looks good!” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “the design suits you.”

“really? i’ll get this one then,” he smiles. “thank you!”

he leaves with the hoodie and a brain permanently engraved with the moment your hand touched his arm.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you’re trying to figure out a million ways to style the piece of clothing you’re holding, too concentrated to notice anything else.

rin is already standing behind you. has been for like a full minute.

he’s holding a jacket, one hand in his pocket, and staring directly into the mirror like he’s trying to set it on fire. it’s not intentional. he just looks naturally pissed off at all times.

you finally catch his eyes through the mirror, and got a little surprised.

“...do you wanna use it?”

“not in a rush.”

“you’ve been standing there for a while. we can share.”

“it’s fine.” he said, politely gesturing for you to continue.

you move to the side, making space for him, but he doesn’t move.

“...you can use it now,” you say, maybe a little bit intimidated by his stare.

he exhales. “thank you.”

then steps forward exactly half an inch. still unintentionally glaring. still scowling. still terrifying. you eventually leave him there in front of the mirror like a mirror demon.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you’re holding a pair of jeans up to your legs, trying to imagine the fit, when he appears beside you. not behind you. not waiting politely. just there.

he’s holding up a puffer jacket, already looking into the mirror like you don’t exist.

you pause. blink.

“…hello?” you say, eyebrow raised.

you knew it was a public mirror, but an “excuse me” would’ve been appreciated.

“you’re not using the top half,” he says casually.

“…what?”

he gestures lazily. “you’re looking at your pants. i’m looking at the jacket. we can share.”

you don’t even know how to argue with that level of entitlement.

you stare at him.

“...right. obviously.”

you both looked at your reflections for a while.

“those don’t look that good,” he says, nodding at the jeans.

“neither does that jacket,” you reply.

he huffs a dry response, “okay.”

you go back to comparing colours and he was right, it didn’t look that good. he frowns at the jacket again. it really didn’t look good either.

“do these mirrors make everyone look weird, or just me?” he mutters.

you shrug. “probably just you.”

he turns, finally catching your eye in the mirror.

“you done?” you ask.

“no.”

after a moment of silence, you both walked away at the same time. it’s not friendly. it’s not hostile. it’s something in between, and way more interesting than it should’ve been.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he’s behind you. not quietly. he’s leaning against a nearby rack, yawning loudly like he’s seconds away from falling asleep.

he’s holding a hoodie by the hanger, looking like he wandered into the store by accident.

you’re too focused on checking your reflection to notice. until…

“wonder how long this’ll take…” he mumbles.

you turn. he’s looking straight at you. or past you. hard to tell with half-lidded eyes.

“oh— were you waiting?”

“…mm. maybe.”

“you can use it.”

he yawns again. “nah. too far. i’ll just ask. does this look good?”

he holds up the hoodie, barely even lifting his arm.

you stare. “...it’s fine.”

“cool.” he tosses it over his shoulder like that’s all the confirmation he needs.

he doesn’t even try it on.

did he come here to shop or nap?

you’ll never know.

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voiceover chaos. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. makeup grwm but your boyfriend does the voiceover (poorly).

cw. drabble, fluff, lighthearted fic.

wc. 0.8k words, not proofread.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“hi everyone— oh we’re already starting? okay.” he immediately locks in, hyper-focused, like it’s a soccer match. the only problem? he has no idea what you’re putting on your face.

“um, this is foundation, right? okay, so she’s starting with foundation— oh, wait no, this is foundation.”

wrong. it was primer and concealer, but close enough.

“huh? isn’t this foundation too?” he’s genuinely confused. “ahem, so she applied three layers of foundation and now she’s applying uhh... what’s this? a tan stick?”

contour. it was contour.

“and now she’s blending it out with a brush,” he says, trying to sound confident. “okay, another stick? oh, it’s the nose thing. now she’s... drawing shadows... on her nose?”

“another stick?? this one’s shiny. now she has sparkles on her nose,” he narrates, then mutters, “oh, wow that’s a lot, uh... s— slay!”

“okay, now she’s applying lipstick— woah, why does it look like that? is this lip gloss?” he leans in like the screen holds the answers.

“and now she’s peeling her lips off???”

“and she’s done?” he’s completely flustered. “gosh, i did so bad. anyway, she’s the most beautiful girl in the world, even without all this.”

“aww, you’re so sweet yoichi,” you laugh. “can i do your makeup next time?”

“s— sure!” he laughs awkwardly, but he’s already mentally preparing to be your next canvas.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“why do i have to do this?” he asks flatly.

“for entertainment! now go,” you say as you press play.

he sighs, defeated.

“what the hell is that?” he frowns immediately and the video barely started. “she’s applying… some cream on her face.”

“okay, i bought her this one. i think it’s concealer. whatever that does,” he mutters, watching you blend it in. “i think it’s what she uses when she didn’t sleep enough — which is, like, every night. told her to sleep earlier but she never listens, so she wakes up looking like a panda.”

“rin! voiceover, don’t diss me!” you call out in the background.

“whatever— why are you moving so fast?” he’s clearly panicking now, squinting at the screen. “what the fuck is this???”

he gives up trying to follow, then regains composure.

“okay, now she’s drawing on some lips. even though i think she already has enough.”

“rin.”

“anyway— okay. nevermind. it’s over. she’s done,” he says, finally backing up from the screen. “beautiful like usual. perfect. don’t ask me to do this again.”

“can i do your makeup for the next video?”

“…no?”

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he looks like he’d rather be doing anything else. but he agrees to do the voiceover anyway — even if he’s still a menace.

“alright, so we’re starting with dior,” he says, casually. “bought her that one. it was like three thousand.”

“now we’re putting on… whatever this is. costed like two million,” he deadpans.

“babe, you’re supposed to describe what i’m doing.”

“i don’t know what you’re doing,” he replies, unimpressed. “i think this is blush. she looks like she’s blushing now.”

well, no shit.

“next, dior again. another million dollars gone. why is makeup so expensive anyway?”

“you’re exaggerating.”

“am not.” he squints. “okay… now we got this blue thing. for lips?”

a pause.

“and now we look like frozen, from elsa or something. she looks like she has hypothermia.”

you swear this man will be the death of you.

“okay… we wipe the blue thing off, then we spray some mist on our face. and look at that, all done,” he exhales like he just ran a marathon. “beautiful. her whole routine costs like four million dollars. no wonder she won’t let me touch her face.”

“it doesn’t cost that much, you’re being dramatic!”

“debatable.”

“also, can i do your make up for the next video?” you batted your eyelashes.

he didn’t flinch.

“again, debatable.”

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“this sounds like a hassle... but okay,” he yawns.

he’s clearly half-assing it at first, but by the end, he’s genuinely interested.

“mmm, she’s putting this, like... stuff... on her face.” he mumbles. “blendy, blendy. looks like she’s doing art.”

“and now she’s drawing on her eyes or something. she looks cute when she’s concentrating,” a pause, then he turns to look at you. “wait, how did you do that? your eyes look like a cat’s now. that’s cool.”

“and then lip gloss, now her lips are shiny. my favourite,” he mumbles. “i like kissing them. very soft. tastes good. wait, can i say that here?”

“anyway, she’s sparkly now,” he says, eyes glued to the screen. “looks so pretty. like an angel. she always does.”

“okay, done. is there more?”

“didn’t you say it was a hassle?”

“yeah, but you looked good doing that,” he shrugs.

“want me to do your makeup next time?”

“if i can just sit there and do nothing, then yeah.”

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[sinsxo]

girl take care of urself !! u don't gotta worry about keeping the blog alive and allat

i hope ur doing well ❤️‍🩹🙂‍↕️

thank you vanielle! 🫶🏻 take care and i hope you’re doing well too ❤️

[sinsxo]

YOURE BACKKKK

temporarily 😼 i’ll be busy again soon but i’ll always be back!!

[sinsxo]

chaotic night flights. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. it was their daughter’s first time on a night flight.

note. based on a true story. my youngest sister somehow managed to do all this within the same flight. also, the seating plan (if anyone cares LMAO) is you at the aisle seat, the boys in the middle and your daughter at the window seat.

cw. drabble, parenting chaos, blue lock boys with their daughter, crack.

wc. 0.8k words, not proofread.

check out part 1, part 2 & part 3 here!

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he was relieved, for the most part. no tantrums from his little princess in the airport, and since it was a night flight, he was pretty confident that she’d either fall asleep or quietly play games on her ipad to keep herself entertained.

he glanced at her once the plane took off, with the lights dimming until the cabin was almost pitch black. of course, they kept a few faint glows — enough to help people see.

she looked calm. good.

he looked over to you — already fast asleep beside him, clearly exhausted — and smiled, happy that you were finally getting the rest you deserved.

so he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

but something felt… off.

your daughter was too quiet. and even with his eyes closed, the world around him suddenly felt brighter.

brighter?

his eyes shot open.

there she was — sitting peacefully — with her ipad brightness set to maximum, basically lighting up the entire plane like a stage spotlight.

he scrambled to take it from her, quickly turning down the brightness as he smiled apologetically to the annoyed passengers nearby.

“sweetheart,” he whispered. “you’ll hurt your eyes, let’s not have it too bright, okay?”

she nodded. the light dimmed. peace returned.

for now.

although he died a little inside.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

even on the plane, he didn’t rest until his daughter was settled down. he told you to sleep — insisted, even — but he stayed awake beside her, watching over her quietly.

finally, after the lights dimmed and the cabin fell silent, he let himself relax.

he closed his eyes for three seconds.

three.

until a ray of blinding white light pierced through his eyelids like a divine beam from the heavens.

his eyes snapped open — and there she was, pointing her phone’s flashlight directly at the ceiling like it was a lighthouse.

rin turned, blinking at the flashlight coming from his daughter’s hand. “it’s so dark!” she said, completely innocent, waving the phone around like a lightsaber.

“hey, you can’t do that,” rin said urgently but gently, trying to cover the light with his hand. “you’re gonna blind someone.”

she nodded slowly.

then pointed it directly at his face.

who knew he would be the first victim?

his hand shot out instantly, turned off the flashlight, and gently took her phone away.

“papa, the lights are off,” she said softly.

“yes. it’s a night flight, it’s supposed to be off,” he replied, trying to sound composed. “let’s just close our eyes and rest, okay? tell me if your ears start hurting.”

she nodded and rested her head on his lap.

he didn’t move a single muscle for the rest of the flight.

also, he kept that phone very far away.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

everything was going fine. smooth boarding, calm takeoff, peaceful child. even after thirty minutes in the air, things were still calm.

so sae thought, maybe… just maybe, he could finally get the sleep he so desperately needed.

big mistake.

a glow started seeping in through the bottom of his eye mask.

he pulled it off — only to be instantly flashbanged by his daughter’s ipad on full brightness. it was like he was looking directly into the sun.

he groaned, leaned over, and immediately turned the brightness down.

“you’ll go blind if you keep it that bright,” he muttered. “it’s an ipad, not a lightbulb.”

his daughter nodded innocently, and he sighed in relief.

problem solved.

until he heard groans coming from the row behind them.

then a faint “what is going on—”

he blinked.

turned to look at his daughter.

and there she was, quietly flashbanging the passengers behind through the crack in the seat, proudly showing off her ipad — with her brightness on full blast again — so the people behind could watch the same barbie movie that she was watching.

“sweetie,” sae said slowly, already tired. “you don’t need to… show off your movie to the people behind.”

“but it’s a good part,” she said.

“right. let’s not blind anyone with it.” he just slowly turned her screen off, took the ipad, and stared ahead like nothing happened.

he didn’t sleep for the rest of the flight.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi fell asleep the moment he sat down. his daughter was just as calm and chill as he was, maybe even more so. even when the lights dimmed, she didn’t react — just kept to herself, quiet as ever.

too quiet.

he was jolted awake twenty minutes later — not by turbulence, not by the flight attendant — but by the bass-boosted theme song of peppa pig blaring from the seat next to him.

there was no warning, no build-up. just a sudden “I’M PEPPA PIG 🐷” on full-blast, loud enough to shake the whole plane awake.

he blinked.

turned to his daughter.

and stared.

someone coughed.

someone else hissed, “what is that sound?”

“sorry,” his daughter mumbled, completely unfazed as she turned the volume down. “forgot my headphones.”

the rest of the plane? already wide awake. the entire flight had been rudely awakened by british piglet chaos.

nagi blinked again.

closed his eyes.

went back to sleep.

he didn’t even ask.

didn’t even question what she was watching.

he just hoped the rest of the people in the flight had a sense of humour.

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that’s my man. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. the blue lock boys with an aggressively supportive girlfriend.

cw. smau, timeskip setting, lighthearted fic, very flirty, reader is down bad.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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[sinsxo]

thank you ari ilysm ☹️ it’s an honour

@mixolya @ysvxnielle @lovingmayday @kxsagi @kuronarnze @shidoglazer (sorry if you were already tagged!)

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

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that’s my man. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. the blue lock boys with an aggressively supportive girlfriend.

cw. smau, timeskip setting, lighthearted fic, very flirty, reader is down bad.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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[sinsxo]

chaotic night flights. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. it was their daughter’s first time on a night flight.

note. based on a true story. my youngest sister somehow managed to do all this within the same flight. also, the seating plan (if anyone cares LMAO) is you at the aisle seat, the boys in the middle and your daughter at the window seat.

cw. drabble, parenting chaos, blue lock boys with their daughter, crack.

wc. 0.8k words, not proofread.

check out part 1, part 2 & part 3 here!

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he was relieved, for the most part. no tantrums from his little princess in the airport, and since it was a night flight, he was pretty confident that she’d either fall asleep or quietly play games on her ipad to keep herself entertained.

he glanced at her once the plane took off, with the lights dimming until the cabin was almost pitch black. of course, they kept a few faint glows — enough to help people see.

she looked calm. good.

he looked over to you — already fast asleep beside him, clearly exhausted — and smiled, happy that you were finally getting the rest you deserved.

so he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

but something felt… off.

your daughter was too quiet. and even with his eyes closed, the world around him suddenly felt brighter.

brighter?

his eyes shot open.

there she was — sitting peacefully — with her ipad brightness set to maximum, basically lighting up the entire plane like a stage spotlight.

he scrambled to take it from her, quickly turning down the brightness as he smiled apologetically to the annoyed passengers nearby.

“sweetheart,” he whispered. “you’ll hurt your eyes, let’s not have it too bright, okay?”

she nodded. the light dimmed. peace returned.

for now.

although he died a little inside.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

even on the plane, he didn’t rest until his daughter was settled down. he told you to sleep — insisted, even — but he stayed awake beside her, watching over her quietly.

finally, after the lights dimmed and the cabin fell silent, he let himself relax.

he closed his eyes for three seconds.

three.

until a ray of blinding white light pierced through his eyelids like a divine beam from the heavens.

his eyes snapped open — and there she was, pointing her phone’s flashlight directly at the ceiling like it was a lighthouse.

rin turned, blinking at the flashlight coming from his daughter’s hand. “it’s so dark!” she said, completely innocent, waving the phone around like a lightsaber.

“hey, you can’t do that,” rin said urgently but gently, trying to cover the light with his hand. “you’re gonna blind someone.”

she nodded slowly.

then pointed it directly at his face.

who knew he would be the first victim?

his hand shot out instantly, turned off the flashlight, and gently took her phone away.

“papa, the lights are off,” she said softly.

“yes. it’s a night flight, it’s supposed to be off,” he replied, trying to sound composed. “let’s just close our eyes and rest, okay? tell me if your ears start hurting.”

she nodded and rested her head on his lap.

he didn’t move a single muscle for the rest of the flight.

also, he kept that phone very far away.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

everything was going fine. smooth boarding, calm takeoff, peaceful child. even after thirty minutes in the air, things were still calm.

so sae thought, maybe… just maybe, he could finally get the sleep he so desperately needed.

big mistake.

a glow started seeping in through the bottom of his eye mask.

he pulled it off — only to be instantly flashbanged by his daughter’s ipad on full brightness. it was like he was looking directly into the sun.

he groaned, leaned over, and immediately turned the brightness down.

“you’ll go blind if you keep it that bright,” he muttered. “it’s an ipad, not a lightbulb.”

his daughter nodded innocently, and he sighed in relief.

problem solved.

until he heard groans coming from the row behind them.

then a faint “what is going on—”

he blinked.

turned to look at his daughter.

and there she was, quietly flashbanging the passengers behind through the crack in the seat, proudly showing off her ipad — with her brightness on full blast again — so the people behind could watch the same barbie movie that she was watching.

“sweetie,” sae said slowly, already tired. “you don’t need to… show off your movie to the people behind.”

“but it’s a good part,” she said.

“right. let’s not blind anyone with it.” he just slowly turned her screen off, took the ipad, and stared ahead like nothing happened.

he didn’t sleep for the rest of the flight.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi fell asleep the moment he sat down. his daughter was just as calm and chill as he was, maybe even more so. even when the lights dimmed, she didn’t react — just kept to herself, quiet as ever.

too quiet.

he was jolted awake twenty minutes later — not by turbulence, not by the flight attendant — but by the bass-boosted theme song of peppa pig blaring from the seat next to him.

there was no warning, no build-up. just a sudden “I’M PEPPA PIG 🐷” on full-blast, loud enough to shake the whole plane awake.

he blinked.

turned to his daughter.

and stared.

someone coughed.

someone else hissed, “what is that sound?”

“sorry,” his daughter mumbled, completely unfazed as she turned the volume down. “forgot my headphones.”

the rest of the plane? already wide awake. the entire flight had been rudely awakened by british piglet chaos.

nagi blinked again.

closed his eyes.

went back to sleep.

he didn’t even ask.

didn’t even question what she was watching.

he just hoped the rest of the people in the flight had a sense of humour.

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[sinsxo]

luckiest fan. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. your interactions with them may have gone viral, but what the world doesn’t see is what happens after the cameras stop rolling. the notifications, the dms, and the quiet moves they make.

cw. drabble, cussing, fan interaction stuff, lighthearted fic.

wc. 1k words, not proofread.

part 1 & part 2 here!

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

the world may have seen isagi yoichi’s fan interactions with you — helping you pick up the phone you dropped, and taking a selfie with you after his team qualified for the semi-finals. it was a heartwarming and sweet gesture from him. people reposted it with captions like “wholesome king” or “i want what they have.”

but that was only the surface of it.

no one saw the notification that popped up on your phone when he liked the instagram story you posted — the one where you thanked him for being so kind, paired with the selfie he'd taken of you two.

and no one saw the reply to your story either.

isag1yoichi replied to your story.

isag1yoichi you're welcome :) glad the pic turned out well

you stared at your screen with your mouth open, taking a couple minutes to run laps around your room before responding.

you omg you ?!?!?!??!?!?!? you you were awesome on the field!!

isag1yoichi haha thanks :D glad you came again

you it was worth it! semi finals next, right?

isag1yoichi yeah! isag1yoichi are you coming?

you if i can get a ticket LOL

isag1yoichi maybe this will help

attached was a photo of a jersey.

his jersey.

with his signature on it.

isag1yoichi got you a ticket too, just pick it up at the ticket window. left your name with the staff :)

you WHAT you THANK YOU!!!

after jumping around out of joy for a few minutes, you laid on your bed, back flat against the mattress and stared at the ceiling like your soul just left your body.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you didn’t tag him in your instagram posts. you just posted casually — photos of your outfit, the view from your seat, a pic of the gift bag you handed him, and your poor isagi banner that got stepped on (accidentally).

then you forgot about it — forgot that you even posted anything until you were mentioned in an article that featured you and rin with the headline: “a mysteriously soft interaction from the usually cold itoshi rin.”

your instagram handle was there. his was too.

a few hours later, a notification lit up your screen.

itoshi_rin liked your post.

then:

itoshi_rin sent you a message.

itoshi_rin thanks for the protein bars. never thought the day i could eat them again would come

you hoyl fcuk you i mean you you’re welcome you but wtf

itoshi_rin you coming to the next match?

you yeah

itoshi_rin great. make sure you cheer for the correct player this time

you hey i am cheering for the right player

itoshi_rin clearly not itoshi_rin make sure your banner has my face on it itoshi_rin and try not to drop it

you why you will you sign it?

itoshi_rin if you’ll be my protein bar supplier, then yes itoshi_rin or teach me your ways at least

you only iffffffffff you you get me isagi’s signature too

itoshi_rin lame.

you so you won’t? you then im not cheering for you

itoshi_rin add your number to the deal then i will

you OMFG???????????????????

and guess who showed up to the stadium with a rin banner instead of their isagi one.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you posted an instagram story of the banner that he signed. both of it — the one he ruined and — nevermind, he ruined both.

the first time he signed ruined your banner, a viral article came out, talking about itoshi sae’s “dry humour” and “hidden playfulness”.

you thought it was just pure pettiness.

but two can play that game, so naturally, you fought pettiness with pettiness.

you got a signature on his own banner so you could sell it.

but he ruined it once again.

you posted it on you instagram story anyway, with the caption: “might sell this for 5 digits. who wants it 😋😋 #profitoffpettyboys”

then you tagged him. as a joke.

and he replied.

itoshisae_10 seriously?

you stared at the message, panicking.

you wth you WTH you WHY DID U ACTUALLY REPLY

itoshisae_10 ? itoshisae_10 am i not allowed to interact with fans now?

you WELL U NEVER DO you seems like u didnt expect that me to sell it huh you shouldve signed it properly if you wanted me to keep it you mustve hurt your ego ☺️

itoshisae_10 next time, make a better one. itoshisae_10 maybe i’ll give you a proper autograph that you can sell.

you wait actually?? you like actually? you no ykw you i dont want your autograph anyway

then he sent you a photo of his jersey with a signature on it.

itoshisae_10 shame. itoshisae_10 could’ve earned 6 digits from this. itoshisae_10 if you show up, that is

you weren’t sure what surprised you more. that he actually replied to your story and offered you a signed jersey or that you were now crafting a new banner for the same man who ruined your last two.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi seishiro doesn’t really go on social media unless he has to, and he definitely doesn’t track articles or read his own press. he thinks it’s too much work — unnecessary work.

but he did bring candy to the next match.

so when he saw you again, waving from the stands, grinning like you’d just won the lottery, he blinked slowly and made his way over.

“you,” he mumbled.

you grinned. “me.”

he pulled out a bunch of different candies out of his pocket and handed it over. “for you.”

you looked surprised. “really?”

he shrugged. “you gave me good candy. figured i should give you something back.”

you laughed, feeling touched. “thank you!”

he mumbled something that sounded vaguely like you’re welcome before walking off — hands in his pockets, head tilted back, yawning.

that night, you posted the candy on your story.

nagi gave me candy 🥹💕 #luckiestfanever

you tagged him, not expecting anything.

but a few minutes later, a notification popped up.

nagiseishiro replied to your story.

nagiseishiro did u like it?

you @#$$@%!???? you YES I LOVED IT you thank you :))

nagiseishiro ok cool nagiseishiro what flavour do you want next time?

you NEXT TIME?!??! 😭

nagiseishiro idk

you im not picky with the flavours, anything works!

nagiseishiro ok nagiseishiro same time next match?

you fhbajijhfsjkqwpokisjk you i mean of course!!

and that was how your casual matchday tradition began.

somewhere in between, it became something more.

taglist. tagging everyone who wanted a part 3, thanks for your support! @lexiestea13 @itoshiabi @chewiebee @pinkytoxichearts

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