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sugucidal · 4 months ago

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Thinking about (lovesick) Hiori Yo keeping a diary.

His parents have always been emotionally unavaible. For them, Hiori was nothing more nothing less than an experiment, the one destined to be what they've always wanted to be and yet never managed to acomplish: someone who wears the title of being "the best in the world".

He also didn't have much (if any) friends. All his time was dedicated to football practice, so the only people he talked to (aside from his parents) were his teammates. And they were nice, sure, but they were not his friends. They were more like acquaintances. The only one he could really call a friend was one of his teammates, Karasu Tabito, and even so he still didn't feel comfortable enough talking to him about the complex thoughts he had.

Because of that, he's never had anyone to talk with. No one to confide about his feelings and emotions. No one to talk about how he wanted to leave his home house (that place didn't feel like a home). How his parents fucked up his sanity. How he didn't really like football that much.

He couldn't keep all these things inside his head anymore. He needed to pour these feelings out. That's why he decided to start a diary.

Grabbing an old notebook and one of those common blue pens, he started writing. The diary was his most treasured possession. It stayed locked inside his bedside table, being away from all of the prying eyes.

Writing felt good. He wrote about his strained relationship with his parents. About soccer practices. About gaming tips. About pretty much everything.

His thoughts about many different themes were written there. That's why his journal didn't really have a specific theme.

Well, at least in the beggining it didn't have.

Because ever since a month or so, all the pages on his diary began to revolve around a girl. You.

He met you during a rather boring math class. The teacher was rambling on and on about algebrics or whatever, and time seemed to freeze because of how utterly shitty the endless class seemed.

"His explanation sucks, doesn't it?"

He heard a female voice coming from beside him. When he turned to the direction of the sound, he saw the prettiest girl he had ever met.

Her hair framed her face perfectly, it's color matching her eyes in the most beautiful way Yo had ever seen. The smile she had on her face seemed to shine, and Hiori found himself smiling back, too.

"Yeah" he sighed, then looked back at the teacher

"I just wish the old hag would shut up"

"I wish he would just shut up"

They spoke at the same time.

Looking at eachother, they both began to laugh. Hard. Clutching your stomach and tearing up kind of laugh. Snorting like a pig laugh. Wheezing. Hitting the table with your fist to try and stop with the loud laughing, but being phisically incapable of stopping.

"Hiori Yo and (Name) (Lastname). Do you want to share with the class what made you laugh so hard? I'm sure they want to laugh to."

"N-No, mister. We're sorry. We-We'll stop" you answered, still trying to stiffle your laugh

"Do not interrupt my class again, or else I'll send you both to the principal's office"

"Okay sir." Hiori answered, not believing a word the teacher said but still a little scared to have his parents find out he went to the principal's office

"Hiori Yo, huh?" You said "It suits you"

"Thank you, miss (Name) (Lastname)." Hiori smirked "Your name is very pretty. It also suits you"

"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?" You smirked, a mischevious and playful glint on your eyes.

"N-no!" Hiori blushed hard, averting your gaze. His accent got stronger like it always did when he became nervous, and he was quick to correct himself "I-I mean, yes! You're very pretty! B-but I didn't mean to say t-that. Not that you're not pretty! Is just that..."

He was interrupted by the sound of your laugh mixed with the bell signalizing the end of the school day. It's obnoxious sound was such a contrast from your sweet, honey-like melodic laugh.

"Don't worry, I was just teasing you!" You smiled at him, grabbing your backpack and getting up "Well, see you on the next advanced math period, mister Hiori Yo"

You then quickly left, leaving behind a red and speechless Hiori.

He has been obsessed in love with you ever since. He wanted to be with you all of the time, no exceptions. You were just so nice! It seemed like his problems disappeared when you were near. Life seemed brighter, and even his parents noticed the change in his behavior. He was more carefree, happier, lighter.

And never once did he forget to write in his diary. In fact, he wrote about you so much he decided to rip the pages about his parents and other things and make the journal solely based on you.

He wrote about the dates he wanted to go to with you. Wrote about how he wanted to hold hands with you, kiss you till you're both breathless, stargaze with you, game with you. Do basically everything with you.

He detailed how he wanted to confess to you: you would both be in a park, having a picnic, when he would suddenly pull a bouquet from his backpack and put his feelings on the table, making it clear he viewed you as more than a friend. And then you'd laugh and say you like him too, making fun of his strong accent and how much effect you had over him.

Not that he'd mind. As long as your attention was on him, you could humilliate him all you want. He was pathetic.

He even wrote about your wedding, the petunias he wanted to give you and how Hiori (Name) had such a nice ring to it.

He wrote everything in his diary. And that was his fatal flaw.

Because he also wrote about how he wanted to spend his practice time with you. How he wanted to give up on soccer and move in with you to a house on the countryside, just you and him. How he sometimes skipped practices just to go out with you.

"Mom? Dad?"

He would never have thought that, one day, he would forget to lock the diary up. And who would've guessed it would fall in the hands of his parents, who have no idea of privacy.

"Yo, we need to talk about this"

When Hiori saw the notebook in his dad's hand, he swallowed dry. He felt like crying just by imagining what they wanted to discuss about.

Maybe they didn't read it. Yeah, maybe they still respected their son, at least a little bit.

"W-what? How did you..."

"It was on your bed." His mom answered, a stern expression on her face "me and your father came to an agreement after reading it, and..."

"You read it?!" Hiori was furious and sad at the same time. Not surprised, no. He knew they would've done this. "You can't do this! My personal thoughts are in there! It's my diary! You're invading my privacy!"

"Bullshit. Teenagers do not have nor need privacy" his father cut him off "Whatever. What matters is that we read about that (Name) girl. And we've decided..."

No. He can say anything but what he thinks they're bout to say. He can't handle that.

"We don't want you around that girl anymore. She's getting in the way of your football practices. That's why...

We're moving you to a different school."

No...

No.

NO!

"No she's not!" Hiori screamed, pleaded. He wished that for once his parents would listen to him, think about his feelings at least one time. "I love her! I swear I'll do double the practice! Just, please. Please don't do this" his voice was wavering. He was weak. "Please don't keep her away from me. Please."

"We do this cause we know what's best for you. We're your parents. We know you better than yourself." His mom tried to reason.

"No you don't!" Hiori screamed "She's the best thing that has ever happened to me! You can't do this to me! You can't decide these things in my behalf!"

"We're your parents. We can and we did. End of discussion." His dad gritted out, not an ounce of empathy in his face. "And we also decided you're not keeping a diary anymore. We don't want you hiding things from us."

With a swift move, he threw the notebook inside the fireplace.

"NO!" Hiori screamed, running to collect the ashes and try to save the diary, but it was already too late.

In his knees in front of the fire, Hiori cried. The flames were dancing around as if mocking his sadness, laughing at his disgrace.

He stayed there for so long he lost track of time. His parents were no longer in the room, deciding to finally give their son space. But he didn't want space.

He wanted you.

He stayed motionless until the last flame was unstinguished. And when it finally was, so was his hope for a better future. A future without his parents playing with the strings of his life all the time, treating him like a puppet. A future with no pain.

A future with you.

And so, a single page that survived flew and fell in front of him.

He picked it up.

Dear diary,

I think I can make up with my parents. I didn't told her about the whole situation since I don't want to burden her, but from what she heard, (Name) said we just need to talk. And maybe she's right. Maybe they'll like her just as much as I do, and we can be a big happy family. She makes me feel like everything is possible. I'm sure I love her, and I want to spend all my time by her side...

He couldn't read it anymore.

With a scream, Hiori tore the page apart.

~A/N: Sorry anon, idk how to write angst ☹️

Masterlist

#fell to my knees #i didn't realize this would be angst #MANN FUCK HIORIS PARENTS FR

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sugucidal · 4 months ago

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Attention

Character: Sae Itoshi x reader

Content: Some girl enters Sae's world, and Rin doesn't like the attention his older brother is giving her

A/N: Sae and Rin don't have that beef like they do in the manga/anime. They have a normal sibling relationship of caring about each other while still being annoying af

Warnings: ooc towards the end

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It’s strange how a single moment can feel like an eternity, one of those memories that never seems to fade, always lingering at the edge of your thoughts. That one time you met Sae, when he was still a kid, just like you. You didn't know it then, but everything would change.

You were just some ordinary girl who seemed to always be a bit out of place. Your world was filled with stories, with daydreams, with books you could lose yourself in. You didn't need anything more. But then, you stepped into his world.

Sae and Rin were two peas in a pod, always inseparable. The older brother and the younger one. The competitive spark between them was so natural it felt like the air around them was charged with it. They were always running, always playing, always making noise. But you? You were content to be on the sidelines, watching, observing.

But something changed when Sae noticed you.

It wasn’t some grand moment, not a dramatic turn of events. It was just one afternoon. You were sitting under a large tree by the soccer field, sketching in your little notebook. The grass smelled of fresh dew, and the sound of sneakers pounding against the ground, accompanied by Rin’s occasional shout of encouragement to his brother, filled the air. The light was golden, and everything was peaceful, calm.

Sae approached quietly, his footsteps barely audible over the rest of the noise. You didn’t see him coming until he was standing over you, blocking the sunlight. His presence made the air feel warmer as he replaced the sun, the space around you suddenly smaller. You looked up from your notebook, blinking in surprise.

"You’re always here," he said, his tone neither harsh nor soft. It was just… matter-of-fact. Like he'd noticed you before and was curious now.

You swallowed, unsure of what to say, but you nodded. “I just moved here last month.”

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/n, what's yours?”

“Sae” He hummed in response, his eyes scanning your notebook. The pages were filled with rough sketches of trees, flowers, and the world around you, nothing grand or impressive, but to you, it was enough.

"You drew those?" His voice was different now, less distant, more intrigued.

“Yeah,” you answered, feeling a little embarrassed. It wasn't like you were amazing at it, but it was your thing.

Sae tilted his head, watching you with an intensity you weren’t used to. Then, as though something had clicked, he crouched down next to you, his knees brushing against the soft grass.

“Can I see?”

You hesitated, but then nodded, turning the page so he could see. He leaned closer, his gaze intent on the sketches. The silence stretched between you two, and you could feel the weight of his attention. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was definitely something new.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he straightened up. "You're good," he said, his voice carrying a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t draw much, but it’s nice.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, but you quickly suppressed it, unsure of how to react to his praise.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

The moment passed quickly, and soon Sae was up on his feet, brushing the dirt off his shorts. “I have to get back to practice,” he said, pointing toward the field where Rin was already setting up for another round of drills.

But before he could walk away, he glanced back at you. “Hey,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “You should come watch.”

You looked up at him, his face expressionless. It was strange, how much the little comment made your heart flutter, but you simply smiled and nodded, getting up and following him.

But then, from the edge of the field, you heard a voice that shattered the moment like glass.

“Oi! Who are you?”

A little boy who you figured out was Sae’s young brother stood with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed, face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and annoyance. His younger, innocent face was filled with an unexpected possessiveness, something you'd never seen in a kid before. You blinked in surprise, looking back at Sae, who had stiffened.

“My name is Y/n” You introduced.

For Sae, the moment he first met you, his stomach did the thing. Butterflies.

For Rin, the moment he first met you, his stomach did the thing. Organ failure.

Time passes. Seasons change. And despite Rin’s best efforts, you become a permanent fixture in their lives.

Sae grows fond of you in ways Rin doesn’t quite understand. It’s in the way Sae lets you steal his food without complaint, in the way he listens when you talk about your day, even if it has nothing to do with soccer. It’s in the way he lingers when you say goodbye, as if he doesn’t actually want you to leave.

And it was driving Rin crazy. One evening, Rin finally snaps.

Sae was sitting next to you on the accompanying swing, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze distant. You weren’t sure why he’d chosen to sit next to you today, but you weren’t complaining. His silence was comfortable, even though it made you feel a little out of place sometimes. Still, you’d grown used to his quiet nature, his unreadable expression. It was like he lived in his own world, and for some reason, you had found your own little corner in it.

“So,” you said, trying to break the silence, “do you think it’s going to rain later?”

Sae tilted his head just slightly, his eyes flicking to the sky before returning to the distant horizon.

“Does it matter?” he asked, his voice cool and steady, not a trace of urgency in his words. “It’s just rain.”

He wasn’t wrong, of course. The rain wouldn’t change much, but it had a way of making everything feel different. The world shifted when it rained.

“I guess not,” you replied with a shrug, giving the swing a gentle push. The metal creaked under the movement.

“Hey! What’s going on here?”

You turned your head, just in time to see Rin marching over from the soccer field, his expression scrunched up in a frown, his small arms waving in frustration. He looked like he was out for blood. When his gaze landed on you and Sae, it was sharp, full of annoyance.

Sae didn’t even flinch at his younger brother’s sudden appearance. Rin’s gaze flicked back and forth between you and Sae, his hands balling into fists.

“You always spend time with her now!” he shot, his tone tinged with betrayl. “Why don’t you ever hang out with me anymore?”

Your heart sank a little. You could feel the tension building, the unspoken rivalry between the two brothers settling in the air like a storm cloud. Rin wasn’t stupid. He saw how Sae looked at you, how Sae listened to you when you spoke, how he stayed beside you without any real reason. And the younger brother wasn’t having it.

Sae exhaled slowly, the silence stretching between them. His eyes flickered over to Rin for the first time in the conversation, but they were still distant, unreadable.

“It’s not like that,” he said, but there was a hint of frustration behind the words, something sharper than usual.

You shifted uncomfortably, watching the exchange unfold, not wanting to get caught in the middle. But Rin wasn’t backing down. He turned his attention to you, his little face twisting into something sour.

“Why are you always around?” Rin asked, his voice suddenly a little more biting. “Why do you keep hanging out with Sae?”

Your cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, but from a pang of something unfamiliar. It wasn’t the first time Rin had been rude, but the coldness of his words hit you harder today. Did he really dislike you this much?.

Sae’s eyes flicked to you briefly, but there was nothing in his gaze, no sign that he’d noticed the hurt in your expression. His attention was still on Rin.

“Rin,” Sae said, his voice low and firm now, “stop it.”

But Rin wasn’t done.

“Why don’t you care about me anymore, Sae?” His voice cracked slightly, and the defensiveness in it was clear. “Why do you care so much about her? I’m your brother! We’re supposed to be together, but you’re always with her now, and it’s like I don’t even matter!”

The words hit harder than you thought they would. There was a raw vulnerability to Rin’s frustration, but it was tangled up in jealousy and childish possessiveness. He was a little boy, trying to figure out where he stood in a world that suddenly felt crowded with things he didn’t understand.

Sae’s usual stoicism faltered for a moment. His eyes darkened, but his voice stayed cool. “I’m not abandoning you, Rin. Stop acting like this.”

Rin huffed, clearly hurt, but his little face softened, and he crossed his arms tightly in front of him. “Fine,” he muttered, turning away, “do whatever you want. I don’t care.”

You could feel the air crackling with the weight of the argument. It wasn’t just that Rin was angry at Sae. It was that Rin was angry at you, too, and it hurt more than you cared to admit. You didn’t ask for this, didn’t want to be the cause of their tension, but here you were, standing on the edge of their world.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, not sure who you were apologizing to, but feeling the need to say something.

Sae finally turned his head to you, his expression softening slightly. “It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

“Yes, it is!” Rin yelled as he stomped his foot down where he stood.

“I think I’m gonna go, it looks like it's gonna rain.” Was all you said before quietly getting off the swing and making your way home. Sae watched as you left, feeling a weird concoction of emotions.

"Why do you spend so much time with her?" Rin demands as he and Sae walk home. "She doesn’t even play soccer!"

Sae sighs. "Not everything is about soccer, Rin."

"It is for you," Rin counters, glaring. "You always say you don’t have time for distractions, so why is she different?"

Sae stops walking. Turns to look at Rin with an expression that’s unreadable.

"Because she makes things feel less heavy," Sae says simply.

Rin doesn’t understand what that means. And so, Rin finally did what all kids do when they didn’t understand something, he went to his parents.

At dinner that night, he blurted out, “Why does Nii-chan like Y/n more than me?”

His parents choked on their food.

Sae, who had been calmly eating, didn’t even blink. “I don’t.”

“Yes, you do!” Rin shot back. “You always listen to her first, you always talk to her, and you’re nicer to her than me!”

Sae sighed, as if dealing with a particularly stubborn child which, to be fair, he was. “That’s not true.”

“It is!” Rin insisted, looking desperately at his parents.

“You always smile when she’s around.”

Sae blinked, as if he hadn’t realized. “No I don’t?”

“Yeah, you do! You never do that unless she’s around!”

“S-shut up, Rin!” Sae blushed, coughing awkwardly.

Their parents exchanged a look. It was an awkward one.

“Rin,” their father began, “Sae doesn’t like her more than you. He just… likes her in a different way.”

Rin frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His mother hesitated. “Well, sometimes, when people get older, they start to like others in a way that isn’t the same as how they like their family.”

Rin’s frown deepened. “So, he likes her, but not like a family?”

Sae cleared his throat feeling a little embarassed. “Can we not do this at dinner?”

Their father looked at him with amusement. “You’re not denying it.”

Sae said nothing, simply returning to his food, but the tips of his ears turned red.

Rin stared at him, then at his parents, utterly lost. “So… does that mean Niichan likes her more than me?”

His parents groaned.

“That’s not, ” his mother rubbed her temples. “It’s not about ‘more’ or ‘less.’ It’s just… different.”

Rin slumped back in his chair, thoroughly confused. “That doesn’t make sense…”

His father chuckled. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Rin grumbled under his breath, stabbing at his food, still unconvinced.

Sae, meanwhile, didn’t say a word for the rest of dinner.

—

One afternoon, Rin was walking home from school. Today was different, Sae had stayed home sick, and Rin found himself making the journey alone. Lost in thought, he absentmindedly took a different route home, straying from the familiar path he normally took. This led him down an unfamiliar street, one that felt strange and unwelcoming.

As he walked, a group of middle schoolers, much older than him, suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. They stood there, sizing him up with menacing grins, clearly up to no good.

One of them sneered and asked, "Where you going?"

Rin, trying to keep calm, simply ignored them, attempting to maneuver around them and continue on his way. But they weren’t having it.

"Woah, bud, we asked you a question," one of the boys said, grabbing hold of Rin’s backpack and yanking him back roughly. Panic started to set in, and Rin’s thoughts raced. He didn’t want trouble.

“Go away! My Nii-chan’s gonna beat you up!” Rin shouted, trying to sound tough, but his voice cracked, betraying his fear. The boys only laughed at his attempt to act brave.

"Aww, little baby gonna cry?" one of them mocked, and they all laughed in unison. Rin couldn’t understand why they were treating him this way. He hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

But just as the situation was about to escalate, a voice shouted from behind. "You heard the kid, leave him alone!" The boys turned to see you standing a few steps away, eyes narrowed with determination. When they saw you, they laughed, looking you up and down.

"Look who’s come to the rescue," one of them sneered, but you didn’t flinch. Without warning, you marched up to the biggest bully, who was still holding onto Rin’s backpack, and punched him square in the face with all the force you could muster.

"Leave, before I call my police officer dad," you said, your voice sharp and unwavering. Rin, who had been frozen in place, blinked in surprise. Your dad had recently been promoted to sergeant in the town’s police force which was also the reason why you moved here.

The bullies realized they were standing right in front of your house, and they knew they didn’t want to face the consequences of messing with you. With a gulp, they turned and ran, disappearing down the street.

Rin stood there, stunned, unable to process what had just happened. Up until that point, he had always seen you as an annoying presence, someone who stuck to his brother like a parasite. But now, in the blink of an eye, you had become someone completely different. You were cool. You saved him. Maybe you weren’t so terrible.

"Are you okay, Rin?" you asked, stepping forward and gently checking on him just like Sae would but your tone was far softer than Sae’s. It was as though you had known exactly what he needed, and the way you checked on him was comforting in a way he hadn’t expected. Rin, still a little shaken but grateful, nodded.

"Yeah," he mumbled, still processing everything that had just happened.

"Want to go grab some ice cream? There’s a shop right over there." You pointed toward a small ice cream shop just down the road. Rin looked over at you, still somewhat speechless, but he nodded again.

As the two of you walked to the ice cream shop, you turned to him and asked, "So, what were you doing here? This isn’t your usual street."

Rin felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. "I, I made a mistake," he admitted, feeling small under your questioning gaze. He didn’t usually mess up like this, but it felt like his whole world had turned upside down since meeting you.

Once inside the shop, you asked him what flavor he wanted, and Rin hesitated for a moment. "Blueberry," he said quietly. Normally, Sae would tease him relentlessly for his choice of flavor. Blueberry was a strange choice, and he didn’t understand why anyone would want to risk the inconsistency of it. Some blueberries were tart, some were sweet, and others were mushy. He preferred the safety of strawberry.

Rin’s eyes widened when he heard you order, "Two blueberry cones."

"You like blueberry too?" Rin asked, surprised. He had never met anyone else who liked it as much as he did.

"Yeah!" you replied with a smile, clearly enjoying the simple joy of eating something you liked without worrying about what others thought. Rin was caught off guard by your enthusiasm.

"Sae doesn’t like it," Rin said, feeling a little embarrassed. "He always makes fun of me for it."

"Well, Sae can be a little bit of a buzzkill sometimes," you said with a wink, making Rin laugh softly. It was strange to hear you speak about his brother like that, he had always thought you liked Sae far too much to make fun of him like this.

As the two of you sat down to enjoy your ice cream, Rin found himself starting to change his mind about you. Maybe he had misjudged you all this time. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

“Y/n-chan?” He said, terrified that you had hated him from how he’d been treating you ever since you met. But when you looked back at him with just a pure look of curiosity, he felt a little relief in knowing there was still a chance you didn’t completely hate him by now.

“I’m sorry for all the mean stuff I said about you the other day.”

“It’s okay, Rin. I know you didn’t actually mean it.” You reassured, ruffling his hair. He didn’t seem to mind that… for now.

“I think I was just… a little jealous? It’s a new word we learned in school today. My teacher explained it means feeling upset when someone has something that you really want. I felt jealous because Nii-chan was giving you all of his attention. Mom and Dad told me that it’s because he likes you, but not in a family way, and they said that I’ll understand when I’m older." Rin, without realizing it, had just revealed something about Sae to you.

“Oh, I see.” You coughed awkwardly before adding, “Rin, it's okay, really. Like I told you before, Sae loves you so much. Don’t ever think that anyone or anything could ever change that.”

When it was time to head home, you walked Rin back to his house, where Sae was waiting on the doorstep.

"Thanks," Sae said, his face turning red when he saw you standing there. He wasn’t used to being caught off guard by you. He had grown worried about where his little brother was and what was taking him so long to get home. He worried and cared about Rin while still being sick.

"No problem," you said with a casual shrug, before leaving and making your way back home.

Rin, still holding his blueberry cone, turned to his brother with a thoughtful expression. "Y/n is kind of cool," he said, his voice quieter than usual. Sae looked at him, stunned.

"What?" Sae blurted out, his eyes widening in surprise.

Rin just nodded, a small, genuine smile forming on his face. Maybe he had been wrong about you all along.

—

Over the years, Rin's perception of you changed. He didn’t dislike you as much anymore and even started considering you a friend. You played dinosaurs with him whenever you were over and watched his favorite show with him when Sae didn’t want to.

That said, he never stopped being a pesky brat whenever you and Sae hung out, though he at least learned to give you both some space as you all got older.

At times, he’d act as a third wheel just to annoy Sae, secretly enjoying the way his older brother would get frustrated. Rin began to understand what his parents meant when they said Sae liked you differently than how he liked him when you and Sae inevitably started dating. He’d seen it coming, but that didn’t make it any less gross, especially when you two did things like hold hands or share snacks. Ugh.

One day, just to embarrass Sae in front of you, Rin came up with a ridiculous lie. “Sae, you threw out that bar of soap you cut a hole into, right?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sae yelled.

Another time, you and Sae were on his bed, making out, when Rin barged in without so much as a knock. He kept his eyes on the floor, not wanting to witness the scene, but eager to embarrass Sae.

“Sae, I picked up your butt rash cream from the pharmacy since you forgot. You know about that, right, Y/n? Just letting you know in case you two decide to do anything. Don’t want to be picking up two creams.”

“Get the fuck out!” Sae yelled, hurling a pillow at Rin before quickly locking the door. He’d thought you two were alone.

“You know he’s just messing around, right?” Sae gave a nervous smile as he turned back to you. You just chuckled in response. “I-I don’t have a ras—” You cut him off with a kiss, continuing your makeout session from before.

One day, Rin started acting a little different, and you immediately noticed. After all these years, it reminded you of how Sae acted when he first had a crush on you.

Oh my god. Rin has a crush.

“Shh,” you whispered to Sae, who was just as intrigued as you. You nearly gasped when you saw a faint pink flush spread across Rin’s face as he continued talking on the phone. You two were trying to figure out who this mystery girl was that had Rin’s attention.

“Don’t shush me, woman. You’re being just as loud,” Sae groaned.

“He’s going to hear us if you don’t shut up!”

“Maybe Rin was right! I should’ve gotten rid of you long before–” Sae was cut off by the sudden silence on Rin’s end.

“I’ll call you back later,” Rin said.

“Aw, okay. Something wrong?” The mystery girl asked.

“No, just my idiot older brother and his equally idiotic girlfriend spying on me, thinking they’re doing a good job at hiding it. I can see your fat-ass head from a mile away, Sae!” Rin called out.

“Oh, fuck you!” Sae yelled back.

“Yeah, go back to the blunt bangs you had as a kid. I don’t know why you style it pushed back.”

“Shut up! Y/n loves my forehead! She kisses it every night before bed!” Sae yelled.

“They seem fun,” the girl on the line laughed.

“Yeah, they’re kind of like my second set of parents, so I can’t get rid of them even if I wanted to,” Rin sighed, rubbing his temples. He politely ended the call with the girl before sending Sae and you a death glare.

“Aw!” You ignored his look, instead feeling a warm, unexpected flutter in your chest. You knew that the past ill feelings Rin harboured for you disappeared by now but to hear him say he saw you as close family melted your heart.

“This is why I said Isagi’s a better soccer player than you!” Sae shouted.

“You take that back!” Rin yelled, clearly offended. It hit a nerve, especially since Rin had been Sae’s D1 glazer since childhood. He was still shocked the day they faced off, Blue Lock vs. U-20, and Sae had said Isagi would bring Japan the victory. That family dinner that night? Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it.

“Sae, shut the hell up! Rin just said he saw me as a second parent!” You cut through their bickering.

“Uh, he mentioned me too.”

“Who cares? I’m talking about me.”

“Oh, for the love of God,” Sae groaned before whispering to Rin “Is it too late to get rid of her?”

Rin shook his head, confirming his older brother’s fear of it being way too late now.

#so cute 😭#this made me like rin a lil more #still a sae dih rider tho 🤸🏻

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