#and 'rin-rin' is meaningless

[xbuster]

タクト口上妄想 by @yushi_Ma1 ※Translated and typeset by me

[zhongrin]

yk, while chinese is a nightmare to learn (for me at least) they're also such an interesting language... "来, 小姐!" hits a lot different than "miss, your order's ready!" but i can't really explain why hahahah

[isthereameaningtothissong]

[rizsu]

euphoria ? suna rintarō.

sum. labeled, but sfw. arguments, suna cries, angst -> comfort.

rintarō isn't one to let his anger dominate him; rather, he tries his best to keep his emotions at bay. however, there's only so much someone can take before exploding. high octaves of a once calm voice bounces off the walls, it takes both by shock. rintarō stops, his eyes bulging when he realizes what happened.

fuck, he thinks. he didn't mean to. swallowing the burning sensation of guilt, he steps forward. countless apologies flow from his lips, clammy hands trying to reach you in attempts of a hug. you're still shocked. numb to your feet, your mind replays the scene. it hurts. it really hurts. you didn't mean for it to turn out like this.

from a simple worry to nagging to spitting out meaningless words of anger. it never meant to escalate like that; nothing was supposed to turn the way it did. hurt, anger, jealousy, and sadness. he knew your words came from concern, but he was already irritated—annoyed in a way that he just wanted to be locked in a quiet room. both parties letting their words go before logic; nothing was meant to turn this way.

“i think...i think i'll go upstairs. please don't come.” y/n mumbled, pain evident in her voice. as your figure ascends into the upper floor, rintarō slouches back into the couch. a heavy sigh fills the room; regret and guilt seeps into his pores, eating him alive.

i'm a fucking ass, he thinks again.

rintarō laughs. he drags his palms over his face, stopping at his eyes before he laughs again. it's funny, really. did he really have to lash out like that? rintarō promised he'll never hurt you. he'd never ever hurt you, but can that promise still hold meaning even after this? physically, he didn't. mentally and internally? the tremble of your voice said more than enough.

the more his mind repeats what happened like a broken record, the more tears well up in his eyes. they threaten him. they laugh at him. the salty liquid mocks him—it's almost as if it's saying, “ha! you're an idiot!” 

he swallows hard, trying so hard not to let his voice be heard. he doesn't want to cry but fuck, it hurts so much. when the dam swells until it bursts, floods occur. and so he let it go. the tears race down the sides of his face. he covers his mouth with one hand, biting hard in attempts not to make a sound.

it's been a few hours. each in their own space, trying to soften the pain that invited itself. no one tried speaking to another—the fight lingers fresh in both minds. rintarō's on the edge; he's itching to be in your presence. to hold you. to kiss you. 

five minutes turn into ten, which turned into twenty, and he's still there. still behind the door that separates him from you, hesitating to turn the knob. his hand shakes—he's nervous..? anxious? afraid you'd ask him to leave you alone? hell, he doesn't know.

rintarō didn't know he was in his head until the door opened on your side. he gapes at you, eyes searching for something.

“rin—” you start but he continued, “i'm sorry.”

he notes the confusion riddled on your face but he continues on.

“i'm sorry, love.” he says, hands holding yours as he looks down biting his lips. he's ashamed to face you.

“rintarō,” you tighten your grip on his hand, “let's sit down.” you instruct and he obeys, chewing on his bottom lip as a distraction.

rintarō's eyes linger on you. he observes your face, your behaviour, your tired eyes that show clear evidence of countless hours of crying. his heart hurts. he never thought he'd be the reason you're crying tears of sadness. never did he ever want to make you cry like that.

“you've been crying.”

“yeah, you too huh? i'm sorry, rin.”

at your apology he freezes. you're sorry? why are you apologizing? he's the one who lost control so why the fuck are you apologizing?

rintarō laughs again. he's been acting like a real fool hasn't he? having a wife who apologises for her husband's inconsiderate actions.

“don't. don't do that. don't apologise.”

“but—”

“please,” he begged. pushing you both down onto the bed, rintarō holds you above him. one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while the other rubs your shoulder, he continues his speech, “i didn't mean to—i didn't mean to yell like that. i don't know what i'd do if you left.”

you play with the hem of his shirt waiting for him to finish.

he let out a ragged breath before continuing, “i don't like it when you're hurt. this is gonna sound corny but i hate it when you cry too.”

you wait again but he doesn't continue like before. confused you look up at him only to furrow your eyebrows while your eyes wash over with concern. is he trying to not cry? you think.

yeah, he's crying again. small droplets trickle down his face once more as he sucks in his cheeks trying to not make a sound.

“rin.” he doesn't answer.

“suna rin.” he hums quietly but it's not the answer you want.

“suna rintarō.” there, he answers.

your heart shreds. hearing his voice like this was as rare as a red moon; you hate it. you hate how he never allows himself to cry. he's human isn't he? so why's he acting as though he's a machine.

you sit up on his lower half, cupping his face forcing him to look at you.

“we both did our wrongs so why are you behaving like you committed a first degree crime?” you ask though you aren't looking for an answer.

he stays quiet. eyes lost deep in yours as he waits for your words again.

“yes it did hurt, but that doesn't mean i'll throw away your love doesn't it? i know better than to divorce you for this argument, rin. we've been together for years.”

your fingers start to caress his cheek—some even tracing his face's outline. rintarō's hands find refuge on your waist, he holds and plays with your skin.

“i love you, rin. i'll tell you over and over until you know it.”

“i know.”

“then act like you know, boy.”

he laughs for the fifth time today, but it's no longer a laugh of disbelief, no. it's a laugh of joy. it's a breathy laugh that makes his eyes crinkle.

he sits up, pulling you into a hug as he lowers his head into the junction of your neck and shoulders. a smile finally dawns both faces.

after long hours anger says goodbye as love enters the house. what a day, you both think.

[isagiiis]

after a long while. [itoshi rin x reader]

notes: i'm crying for so many reasons, but rin is back. is this where bad luck got followed by good luck? anyway, a celebratory fic because otherwise i might act up. warning: none. reader's gender unspecified, established relationship, cohabitation, a fluff. rin is tired (and a bit of a tsundere) but he is still cute. i miss him so much.

“If I run to you now,” you began in a very serious and grim manner, “will you catch me?”

“Don’t try to be funny,” Rin said, shutting you down immediately. The expression he wore was more scrunched up than usual. With two suitcases beside him and another two traveling bags still carried in his hand, it was as clear as the sky on a sunny day that he was tired.

A part in your brain instinctively told you to be a sweetheart and help him with the bags, just give him a light kiss on the cheek, then maybe also untie his shoes. Meanwhile, another part told you to throw your whole weight and cling to him first before doing all that. The latter sounded really tempting, really.

After all, spending three months away from him felt ridiculous.

Who knew that his short replies and odd brand of affection would make you miss him so much. There was no way video calls and messages would be enough. The only thing you wanted at that moment was to morph into some affectionate koala and fish out every possible reaction you could get out of him.

But in the end, no matter how adorable his scowling face had become to you, you prefer a comfortable Rin more than a tired Rin.

“Pity,” you replied shortly. Walking to him and taking his indoor sandals with you when you passed by the shoe racks. “So, how was your trip?”

“A fucking hell,” Rin answered as he put down the heavy luggage in his hands. “Some brats wouldn’t shut up in the plane.”

You chuckled at his complaint. He probably means his teammates. “But you win right? Like, three goals in your name, wasn’t it, in the final?”

Rin’s frown deepened. You tried not to wince as you helped him unbutton his jacket. Seemed like you stepped on a landmine.

“Two. The last one is a joke dragged straight out of Isagi and that shitty brother’s ass,” Rin gritted his teeth. “I’m not taking that one.”

You grimaced awkwardly at that. In the end, no matter how many years passed, whatever was going on between him and those two would never change much in the field. You made a note to send a thank you text to Isagi later. It must be an experience to deal with a pissed Rin while rooming with him. You sincerely hoped Sae’s hotel room was nowhere near theirs this time.

As you reached the last button and wondered whether you should continue talking to him or not, Rin heaved out a heavy sigh. Once again, you let yourself eye his handsome face. Eighteen hours flight must had been rough, especially if he was beating himself up over the third goal.

Trying hard not to imagine what sort of debriefing transpired afterward, you decided to just lean your forehead against him. “Well, still, I'm happy you are here now, Rin baby.”

“Don’t call me baby,” Rin said, softly as he pressed his forehead back against yours. Closing his eyes slowly whilst the furrow in between his eyes faded.

You chuckled, then decidedly opted to ignore that meaningless protest. “You are home and need to rest, so now just fill your brain with what sort of food you want to eat. Do you need me to prepare your bath too?”

Rin scoffed, pulling away from you as he looked at you. But as he opened his mouth, you found yourself looking at him letting it hang open, as if the words he was about to say disappeared in his throat before he could let them out. And then it repeated for a few times, before Rin finally closed his mouth and looked away from you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, leaning towards him slightly to peer at his face. Yet, without a response or a glance, Rin continued to glare at the floor, resembling an upset toddler. Confused, you raised an eyebrow.

Tired Rin really is a bit of a homework sometimes, especially when he gets baggage in that tough head of his.

You kept your stare on his face, trying to understand what sort of thing he wanted to say through his very Rin language. At that, Rin finally gave you a quick side eye, chiding you, “What are you looking at?”

“My boyfriend’s bad communication skills,” you replied to him easily, earning a click of his tongue as a reply. “What’s wrong? Did your stomach hurt suddenly?”

“I’m not a kid,” Rin snapped his head back to you. Oddly enough, there was no glare directed at you as he did so. If anything, there was a more gentle turn in the way his eyes looked back at you.

And after a few moments of silence, that was when it made sense.

You tried to hold back a loud laugh and wide grin, settling for a more dotting smile instead. “…I miss you too.”

Almost instantly, Rin glared at you with a red burst blooming over his cheeks and ears. But, as he was about to bark out a denial, his mouth once again hung open as no sound came out of it. In the end, he merely stared at you with many things written in his eyes.

Then, seconds later, he sighed loudly, almost groaning, before opening his hands. You blinked at his gesture, not quite getting what he meant.

“Just come here,” Rin said, in a tone that sounded like it was saying that he didn’t want to elaborate more of the previous topic. “I will catch you.”

In a way, you knew it was a bait. A very obvious and poor bait. Still, though, who were you to refuse him, if he brought up that offer out of all things by his own will?

So, happily, you threw your hands around him.

“Rin! Welcome home!”

Like a clockwork and a magnet to iron, Rin clasped his hands around you just as tightly, with many words and promises remaining unsaid, yet undeniably felt and there, lacing his affection.

“Hm—yeah, I’m home.”

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[yuzurins]

# to tell you the truth

12 — meeting, number three?

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“chigiri, you’re late.” 

you tap your foot impatiently as the person in question (who also happens to be project leader) quickly runs up to you. 

he splutters out a quick apology as he catches his breath. “i’m really sorry! my class was held back longer than i expected.” 

sighing, you uncross your arms and go over to help hold the project stuff he was carrying. 

chigiri looks at you with pleading eyes. “please don’t be mad.”

“it’s fine, just tell me–” you quickly glance over to the person standing beside you. “i mean us, ahead of time if you’re going to run late.”

he grins and does a quick bow. “yeah, sorry!”

“let’s go.”  you nod back, before turning and walking in the direction of the campus library, leaving the other two behind. 

chigiri gives a look to rin, as if to question him “what happened?”, but much to his disappointment, rin returns the same look back.

“so?” the redhead starts.

“nothing happened.” rin rolls his eyes. “she came here, glared at me, and then we just waited for you.”

“you waited in silence for 15 minutes??”

“yes.” rin replies, but he doesn’t make eye contact. chigiri notices this but lets it off when he notices you leaving the building. 

“suspicious.” he raises a brow. “but let’s go before we get left behind!” 

rin picks up one of the bags that chigiri had brought and motions for him to go first. 

“how chivalrous of you.” 

“shut up.”

though the tension was high at first, it became less awkward faster than anyone had originally expected it to be. as top students, work ethic had a bigger influence than past grudges, and you weren’t going to let all your previous hard work go to waste. before you knew it, you actually forgot you were working with the itoshi rin, the one guy who can ruin your mood in a split second. 

but you can’t lie, seeing rin’s talent for art made you feel envious; he really was good at everything (though you would never admit that).

“you know, i think we actually make a pretty good team.”

you blink. “what?” 

“i mean, look at how productive we’ve been!” lightheartedly, chigiri laughs, without any fear of the potential hole he’s about to dig himself into by starting this conversation. “it looks like we might actually finish this today.”

seeing as how relaxed the he was, you reluctantly put a smile on and decide to humour him. “yeah, we should totally do this again.” 

“what-“ rin almost chokes on his water in response to your (meaningless) joke, which surprises you as you expected only a scoff from the boy. however, it seems like hes the dense one here, because he for one can not tell when the slightest tone of sarcasm is being used.

on the other hand, someone does take advantage of your sarcasm. “oh? i’ll take you up on that!”

you glare at the red haired boy, but to no avail are you able to get him to evoke his proposal. “i thought you said we might be able to finish this today…?”  

chigiri raises his brows and smiles. “we still have to decorate!”

he’s really pushing it.

a sigh barely escapes your lips before he follows up in attempt to ease your growing irritation. you couldn’t help it, after all, chigiri’s making an obvious attempt to get you to spend more time with rin. 

“well i mean, it’s early anyways. i think we can get this over with today.” though just barely noticeable, you notice him starting to sulk, and you just slightly begin to feel bad for him.

“whatever.” you close your eyes. “can’t say i’m opposed.” 

chigiri’s face starts to light up, and he jumps out of his seat, a bit too eagerly. “really!?”

he’s excited, you’re not too sure why, but that all ends as you tell him, sternly, “except since you said so, we aren’t leaving until we do finish.”

dejected, he slowly falls back into his seat. “everything?”

“everything.”

a light chuckle comes out of the boy sitting across chigiri. you nearly miss it, but it’s too memorable for you to not notice; as if your ears are accustomed to this sound from hearing it more often than you’d like to remember.

your eyes shoot towards the direction of the laugh, and rin freezes from all the sudden attention. he realizes quickly that your gaze is pressing for an answer, but in all honesty, he himself doesn’t even know how to respond. 

“what?” he splutters. “there was something in my throat.”

you squint your eyes at him, unconvinced. “just so you know, ‘desperate for grades’ me and ‘regular’ me are not the same.” 

“am i supposed to feel threatened by that?” he questions, amusement growing in his tone.

“yes.” you reply immediately. “in case, you know, you think i actually tolerate you now or something.” 

“i’m not delusional.”

you raise a brow. “you sure about that?”

there’s a pause before another word is spoken. you notice the slight shift in his demeanour as you watch rin process your words, hastily open his mouth after. but instead of uttering a rude remark, he closes his mouth and looks away, clenching his fist. 

confused, you look towards chigiri, but he’s as clueless as you are.

the productive atmosphere soils, and the awkward tension that inevitably trails you and rin around returns once more. 

it’s only the sounds of typing, writing, and your wondering thoughts that fill the study room.

why was he getting offended after a joke that he started himself? was it something you said? was it how you looked at him? did he get self conscious because it’s true? or offended because you were extremely off? you wouldn’t know. 

you don’t understand rin at all, and after hearing such from not just rin, but reo as well, you’re well aware that that’s a fact. 

“so,” chigiri speaks up after what feels like a millennia. “how much research do we have left? can we start decorating the display?” 

“i’m practically done, did you bring the stuff?” 

he nods, walking over to take all the arts supplies out of the giant bag he brought. 

“rin, how about you, are you ready?” chigiri asks, but all he gets back in response is an irritated glare. 

a frown adorns your face as you pity chigiri for having to deal with rin’s childish attitude due to your rivalry with the latter. it made you feel responsible for brightening up the atmosphere, even if it wasn’t your problem at all that rin couldn’t handle a joke. “it’s fine, we can start without him.”

but the response you had believed to be the most harmless one (which was avoiding the problem), turned out to be the worst one yet. 

rin slams the papers he was holding down onto the table beside his laptop. he lets out a deep sigh and turns to look at the two of you. “no. i’m not.”

“‘kay,” chigiri starts, before slowly sitting down and flashing you a quick glance of alarm. “i’ll look over everything again, just let us know when you’re done.”

this won’t do. 

you absolutely hated the fact that rin was being a selfish prick right now, but despite your opposition, it would be too much for chigiri to handle this guy alone. which is how you came to the conclusion that it was time to bring out the fabricated extroverted version of yourself deliberately prepared to deal with awkward situations with strangers. you just had to mentally prepare to delude yourself by erasing every single interaction you had shared with rin, and all the feelings of resentment you held towards him. easy… right?

it was going to be a long, long, day.

notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE SHITTY CHAPTER T_T i just wnated to lyk that y/n is an extremely unreliable narrator and that everything written in their perspective is only what they deduce from the environment around them!!!!!! please enjoy and i will be definitely doing better with the smau posts instead of written chapters lMFOA

pairing ∗ itoshi rin x f!reader

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

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ TO WISH AND TO WANT — itoshi rin x reader. sfw. fluff.

despite his hardened exterior, rin’s features are quite delicate. there’s a softness to his face, in his jaw and in his cheeks. he looks younger, more innocent, when his eyes are closed and there’s no tension tugging at his eyebrows. it’s a sight only you are warranted, one you get to see every time he lays his head in your lap and lets your fingers run through dark, silky strands of hair.

your eyes flit between his face and the tv — it’s playing a movie rin puts on often. you’re sure that even though his eyes are closed, he can envision everything he’s hearing. you can’t say the same for yourself, gaze fixated on rin’s relaxed expression rather than the screen ahead of you. the concentration of your stare reveals an imperfection on his otherwise flawless skin.

it’s a long, dark eyelash that has strayed from the rest and fallen to the plump of his cheek.

strange — how this is the first time you’ve seen this, considering how distinctly the hairs frame his eyes. you don’t ponder on it too long, choosing to, instead, reach down from the top of his head to his cheek so that you collect the eyelash on the pad of your finger. you can feel his skin slightly twitch beneath you but he makes no effort to open his eyes.

you almost feel bad disrupting his peaceful moment but, before you truly know what you’re doing, you call out his name. “rin.”

he hums and you can feel the low vibrations of it on your thighs. a second later he lets his eyelids flutter open, revealing aqua irises. they stare up at you, question and curiosity swimming within them.

“one of your eyelashes fell off,” you tell him, holding your pointer finger near his face. he can’t see it unless he looks to the side, but you don’t want to risk losing the tiny hair.

he doesn’t—look, that is—and keeps his gaze focused on you. “so?”

“so,” you pinch his cheek with your free hand as punishment for him being petulant, “you can make a wish on it.”

it’s something you did a lot in your childhood, at least whenever you had the chance. it’s a bit silly now, knowing that it’s simply a superstition, but a little piece of you holds onto that child-like hope that maybe wishes do come true.

rin must not share that optimism because his eyes drift shut as easily as they had earlier when he first got comfortable in your lap. though, the words he speaks next are enough to tell you that you aren’t being completely ignored. “you do it.”

“no way. your eyelash, your wish.” you poke his cheek this time in an attempt to get him to play along just this once.

it takes a little more of your prodding and some pleading for rin to open his eyes again. the subtle pinch between his brows conveys his exasperation but there’s no maliciousness in his expression. in fact, the sigh that pushes past his lips is closer to one of defeat than anything else. he really can’t say no to you. you must know it, too. “what am i supposed to wish for?”

you shrug but there’s a smile pulling at your lips, courtesy of rin’s agreement. “a pony, to be able to fly—whatever your heart desires.”

he snorts at your suggestions—the first two, at least. he takes the last one a bit more seriously because, even though he doesn’t believe in wishes coming true, there is something that he desperately wants and he’ll do everything he can to make it a reality; even wishing on a meaningless eyelash.

“okay, i’ve got my wish.” he blinks up at you. “what now?”

“blow the eyelash off my finger,” you direct him, gently wiggling your finger to get his attention. he turns his head to the side and is greeted with your outstretched pointer. sure enough, there’s a small, dark hair sitting atop your unique print. 

rin doesn’t waste any time blowing a cool stream of air that sends the eyelash flying. he can’t follow its path but it surely ends up somewhere on the living room floor. with it out of his sight, rin returns to his former position, letting his eyes fall shut before he nudges your hand in a silent gesture for you to pick up where you left off playing with his hair.

you do as he wishes and run your fingers through his locks, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. the peaceful look you’ve grown accustomed to is back and its appearance puts a small smile on your face.

you’re sure it’s because you’ve started toying with his hair again, but the tranquility painted over rin’s features has to do with something else this time — a promise he’s made to himself that, regardless of a wish, he’s going to spend as many nights as possible like this, with you.

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[nknoxe-n]

*♡∞:｡.｡HOLD ME BACK*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦✧.*

Synopsis; You can't seem to control your temper sometimes, good thing Rin knows exactly how to save the person at the other end of your wrath

Warnings: [Implied male reader] [established friendship] [pining if you squint]

w.c: 1.4k

Rin watched carefully as you sat on the bench during their break, hair clung to your forehead from sweat glossing your skin, the nozzle of your water bottle being brought to your lips taking greedy gulps making your adams apple bob with every swallow. His eyes raked over your face, taking in your body language with ease.

The two of you had been friends before Sea had left him meaning you were the only person he allowed to get so close with him, there was a time of falling out after his big brothers disappearance in his life where he tried pushing you away but instead of falling behind you pushed even harder, you even joined the soccer team to prove you could keep up with him and wouldn't vanish from his side.

With all your time spent together it wasn't hard for Rin to pick you apart piece by piece, besides the fact you'd confided in him plenty of times he didn't need your words to understand you, Rin often prided himself in his ability to dissect someone based off of a single glance but when it came to you, it took effort and time before he was able to meet your gaze and understand how you felt.

His sharp teal eyes laid locked with yours while you huffed dropping your water back onto the bench, it was easy to tell, you were, undoubtedly, pissed off.

Rin didn't speak, he knew exactly why you were angry, there was no reason to ask if you were 'okay' if he was already sure of the answer. The team you were up against wasn't good by any means, just another group of lukewarm idiots for Rin to use as stepping stones for his pro career, he didn't even bother to pay them any mind, not a single drop of his attention.

You on the other hand, Rin knew you were somewhat of a hothead, and it wasn't hard to rile you up, It's not like you had anger issues or anything you're just a little bit more emotionally oriented compared to him, you cared about other peoples opinions on you which could only be justified since you were an extremely social person.

Rin never understood how the two of you could even stand each other, you were loud, obnoxious, hell you knew everyone in their high school by name and were almost always surrounded by a group of people practically begging for your attention which you'd happily give them without a second thought, you were observant of everyone you spoke with and considerate enough to remember so much about those useless NPC's.

You were constantly doing the polar opposite of what Rin would, you were way too trusting he'd consider it naivety, but it's not like you were blind to people trying to take advantage of you, he would barely speak in class besides answering when called on while you would actively make stupid jokes and dumb answers for the audience of idiots considered their classmates.

When the two of you were alone it was an entirely different story, the emotional whiplash he got the first time he spent a whole day with you at school after you'd become popular and then walking home alone together later on, he didn't even recognize you with the difference. There was a soft-spoken gentle side that you'd reserved just for him, a vulnerable, frustrated, angry, hardworking kid always putting on a show for other people so they'd enjoy your company and in return Rin would be vulnerable with you as well.

He snapped back into reality when you got up now that the break was over, he felt a pit of worry in his stomach but trusted you enough to not throw hands with player '4' on the opposing team who'd been shoving around petty insults to all the players, the same player that'd leached onto you seeing how much you reacted to those meaningless words.

The first time one of your passes to Rin was blocked, and it'd costed them a point that lukewarm bastard started rambling on about your skill and how you seemed like newer player, he'd constantly been talking shit the entire game even if his team was losing 3-1, and it was affecting your ability to think clearly as you started messing up more and more which only fuelled the fire.

Rin stepped out onto the field his eyes only leaving you to glance at that shitbag who was grinning from ear to ear at you, their team only needed two more points before he could get you two away from each other, he knew he wouldn't have to coddle you afterwords or anything, but he also knew this was taking a blow at your self-esteem, and he made a mental note to take you somewhere to eat to cheer you up after he wins this.

-

The game was over quickly enough after all it wasn't hard for Rin to score two measly goals he was their schools sports prodigy as he made his way over to the sidelines where you followed not short behind him letting the rest of their team cheer amongst themselves in celebration, the two of you standing in silence.

He glanced over at you, frustration still evident on your features, brows furrowed, mouth pulled into a thin line along with a distant glare he would often see you take on when you were zoned out. Rin was about to grab the shoulder fabric of your jersey and tug, dragging you out of the trance that you'd nestled in, but someone else beat him to the chase.

Player number '4’ had somehow snuck over to the two of you without Rin noticing, pulling you out of the long stare only to glare at the player in turn.

"Didn't think you'd win, you're lucky you have that prodigy on your team, or we would have crushed you"

You huffed in annoyance turning to the boy "But you lost so stop bothering me douchebag and run back to your mommy"

"Wow, some defensive, did I hit a nerve? So you're aware of how much skill you lack, my bad I took you for an idiot newb-" He couldn't finish his sentence before you'd grabbed his jersey angrily, Rin was certain if you gripped the fabric any tighter you'd rip it.

"I think it's damn time you learn to shut your mouth before I make sure a cast does the job for me"

"Aw, you're really threatening me in front of a crowd?"

Rin almost felt sympathy for the boy as you went straight for a nut-shot, kicking him square between the legs before shoving him to the ground, Player ‘4’ even though in breathless pain had hauled you down with him. You'd efficiently straddled the guy's waist and clearly started getting ready to punch his face in before Rin firmly clutched one of your wrist's and secured your other shoulder, hauling you up.

"Just leave him, this NPC isn't worth your time"

Rin grunted as you struggled and thrashed against him, clearly not finished with the task at hand, it wasn't generally hard to hold you back, but he almost wanted to make it seem like he was struggling, seeing the fear in that boy's eyes when Rin almost let go.

Some of player 4's teammates had come over hastily helping him up and stringing his arms around their shoulders while Rin attended to you, he'd simply thrown you over his shoulder with a sigh and a hint of annoyance at the odd looks he was getting for doing so. You'd ultimately given up when he did this, making it much easier for him to carry you off the field.

"I can walk you know…"

"Like I'd trust you to not start attacking people on sight" There was no change in his tone, but he knew you'd understand he was teasing you lightheartedly, it wasn't only you that'd wanted to punch that nobody.

He'd finally gotten the both of you to the empty locker rooms their teammates still outside on the field or had gotten picked up by family already, he glanced at you only to see you were already staring while he slipped his jersey off.

"So are we still going to that place you love that serves 'the best' Sea Bream Ochazuke or…?" He perked up slightly at the mention of his favourite food before sighing.

"No shit Sherlock"

[hiorintruther]

One of my hiorin headcanons is that Hiori finds Rin getting angry incredibly cute. Like, Rin gets all worked up, starts throwing insults around, looks like his blood vessels are about to explode etc… and while everyone else is thinking some mix of ‘holy shit dude it’s not that deep!’ or ‘well there goes Rin again being insane as usual’, Hiori has borderline heart eyes coz his sadistic side wants to see even more of it. Rin’s frustration and anger is incredibly endearing to him!

HOWEVER, that all switches up when Rin starts being angry towards Hiori himself. If it’s just meaningless anger after some teasing, Hiori probably won’t care, but if the insults start to actually have some bite, Hiori switches right up. He knows his worth. He won’t take shit. So he becomes more like ‘okay Rin. Time out. No passes for you 😌’ and stops linking up with him during training. Which of course makes Rin more angry coz Hiori has most likely gone off to work with Isagi. Which makes Rin more frustrated. Which makes Hiori fall for him even more 🩵

[animeyanderelover]

I’m so glad requests are open again! 😄 I was wondering if I could request more members of the akatsuki (of your choosing) as vampires. I really enjoyed the last one did

Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, sadism, manipulation, threats, isolation, violence, death

Vampire AU

Obito Uchiha

🔥Years, decades, centuries. Obito has stopped counting the passage of time. It has become meaningless to him ever since he was turned into a vampire. Yet the hole in his heart still feels as fresh as ever. The images still haunt him today. The lifeless look in his love’s face, the feeling of her cold skin and the sticky blood on her body. Brutally murdered and then sucked dry by a vampire hidden among the villagers. Yet no one in his old village had ever dared to go after the vampire, too afraid of angering them. So Rin had just become another victim to appease the vampire for a while, the same who had also murdered his parents. Cowards. All of them. The death of Rin has shattered Obito and the consequences of this incident have influenced him until this age. With her death, his heart has died too. That’s why he didn’t feel anything when burning down the village he had learned to despite ever since that day nor did he feel any less horrified when confronting the vampire who had killed his parents and Rin despite having only been human that time. Obito left victorious yet scarred and as a vampire.

🔥You are a naïve young thing. Don’t you know better than to approach a stranger in the rain and offer him cover under your umbrella? A silly sickness you may worry he could catch if he would continue sitting beneath the pouring rain is the least thing you should have to concern yourself about. He could kill you within the blink of an eye yet Obito doesn’t do anything. He just sits there quietly, eyes hazy as he is with his thoughts far away. He’s thinking about Rin again and ignores you in favor of drowning in memories. You aren’t distracting him after all as you are considerate enough to notice the unspoken sorrow draped around his heart. You spend your time with him, even though he is barely acknowledging you yet clearly it doesn’t bother you. A considerable amount of time passes by until rays of sunshine fight their way through the rain clouds. That’s when you finally take your leave, say your goodbye to the strange man and apologize if your presence should have annoyed him in any way. You don’t notice the black eye trailing after you for the first time that day. What a funny human you are…

🔥There is a certain appeal, an attraction, a thrill whenever you spot the mysterious man. No one in your village seems to know of his existence. You are the only one and you can’t deny the feeling of specialness that accompanies this knowledge. The town you live in consists of a small community where everyone knows everyone and everything. But this man is your secret and selfishly you hope that you’ll be the only one who he ever shows himself to. Obito has grown to tolerate your presence at worst and enjoy it somewhat at best. Perhaps that is just because he appreciates that you aren’t annoying him with any persistent questions. You seem to be happy just to silently spend time with him and even if he knows that it’s because visitors are so rare in your town and that he’s only shown himself to you, he doesn’t bother to think too much about it. Maybe, just maybe your presence and personality is something refreshing to him and the hollow pain he has been calling his companion for so long now. It is comforting and even soothing to just spend time with you, although he has never exchanged a word with you.

🔥Curious and kind eyes that stare so intently at him and study his scarred visage without a hint of fear melt his cold and dead heart. A feeling is stirring awake inside of him. A feeling Obito thought had died on that day together with Rin. It manages to fill a hole in his heart that has been empty for too long. With the feeling of fulfillment soon comes a paranoia though that will soon burn everything in its path. With the gradual feeling of warmth and love that pulses through his body comes the immense fear to lose the source of his love once again. Obito fears the loss of you, fears the hollowness that would befall him again if that were to happen, worse than ever before. His body starts reacting whenever you get too close to him, itching to feel your warm skin against his cold skin and feel your heartbeat against his dead one. He despises your absence that tears open the gaping wounds on his heart that you just managed to soothe with your mere existence. He hates the loneliness he now has to endure because of your absence and so he starts stalking you. A silent shadow that watches every step you take and admires your sleeping form at night.

🔥Even through all of his paranoia, everything is still somewhat stable. Because you’re still there with him. He can never let go of the image of your face when he finally reveals his name to you. The look of astonishment and wonder in your eyes as you hear his voice for the first time before it turns into giddiness and joy before you excitedly tell him your own name. He’s known your name already as he has heard other people call you by it whenever he has been watching you without your knowledge. As long as he has you, Obito feels somewhat alright. But then those people try to take you away from him. In such a small village rumors and gossip get around quickly. An arranged marriage between you and the child of a farmer. The mere whisper of those words shatters something within him but it’s your tears that give him the final blow to his sanity when you come running to him the very next day. Your eyes are red and puffy as you sob as you have just gotten the news from your parents and feel utterly powerless as you can’t defy them. The feeling of muscular arms pressing you against his cold body surprises you. He’s never touched you before.

🔥His tight grip on you doesn’t loosen for a while as Obito clings onto you, promises you that everything will be alright. That he’ll take care of it.There is something that unsettles you about his voice and so you look up at his face. When your teary eyes meet his own, a look of lovesick infatuation crosses his face, one of his hands wiping away your tears as he starts cooing over you. You remember his black eye turning red before you lose consciousness. When you wake up again, the sky above you is dark… So why is it still so bright? You slowly stand up, sleepy and confused, as you start walking into the direction of the light. Fire. Your whole town swallowed up by the flames. You want to let out a scream but the horror silences you, only the cackling of the flames filling the air. There is a tightness in your chest, your hands trembling and your vision blurring with a new set of tears. The feeling of familiar arms wrapping themselves around you from behind nearly stops your heart, his sickening sweet voice telling you that he’s got rid of all of them. Icy lips trail across your neck, murmuring promises of eternal protection and love.

Konan

🤍Konan’s childhood has been filled with suffering and hardships that some adults will never reach within their lives. She has grown up in a time of civil war where the community fell apart and groups with different beliefs emerged and fought against each other. Her own family who tried to stay out of the conflict unfortunately became a victim of the raging war as Konan was only a young girl when she witnessed both of her parents being killed right in front of her. From that day on, she was forced to learn how to survive on her own. Whilst other children spent their time dreaming and playing around, Konan had to survive on the streets. With no money available to buy anything, she had to learn how to steal food, clothes and everything else that she might need. She can’t even count all of the times she was caught and beaten when caught in the act of stealing, only spared because she was a young child. Forced to run, hide, steal and kill for survival. Perhaps that is why she shows courage in front of a vampire when even whilst mortally wounded. She does not fear death as she has never truly lived anyways. What courage.

🤍Up until this day she doesn’t truly know why the vampire chose to save her life. Was it admiration or pity that moved them to turn her into an immortal being? She will never find the answer to that as she hasn’t seen her creator in nearly 300 years. Time has passed within the blink of an eye and the war is long over. What used to be a destroyed graveyard of a town is now a modern city and the brutal civil war is now part of history books. It is strange, to see all those smiling faces who have never experienced anything even remotely close to what she has gone through. Drawn to the place that used to be her home though, Konan still visits this place every few years to see how much it has changed once again. Truly nothing seems to be eternal except her kind as even empires crumble eventually. She enjoys visiting libraries and reading books in a quiet and peaceful environment. It is during one of her visits that she meets you for the first time. You’re a student majoring in history with your nose literally stuck in loads of books as you nearly walk against her, unable to see behind the pile of books.

🤍As you are aiming to major in history by the end of university, the library is one of your sacred places. Konan spots you quite often there, borrowing books and giving them back or just sitting on one of the tables and scribbling quickly down everything you can write down. You’re diligent and quick but she can sense that your studies stress you out. You smell constantly of coffee, the caffeine keeping you late at night alive to finish your paperwork and the lack of good sleep has led you to be more clumsy and accident-prone. It’s such a pity that you stress yourself out to such an extent because Konan genuinely likes you. You’re adorable, scatter-brained and somewhat shy as you are in an awkward phase in your life. Most admirable is your genuine interest in history though as you find it fascinating to research the past and compare ideas and ideologies from back then with current developments today. Sometimes you get so excited that you dump a short history lesson on her but she just listens intently, sometimes correcting you when you got something wrong.

🤍Konan has remained detached from humans ever since she was turned. She knows the bad reputation vampires have, even if most people nowadays only view them as a legend. Her eternal lifespan is only additional weight she has to carry as she knows that a human’s life is but a mere blink for her. She knows that she shouldn’t spend so much time with you, knows that she shouldn’t start catching feelings. Yet feelings remain the same, no matter whether she is a human or a vampire. Maybe it is also the loneliness of 300 years talking out of her that makes her enjoy your presence so much. Your curiosity is refreshing and your willingness to accept the wrongdoings of the country you grew up in and the conviction that it’s important to learn from the mistakes of the past impress her and your excited rambling whenever she shows interest in your studies only adds to everything. Those growing feelings make her all the more worried for you though. She senses how much you start stressing yourself out as exams come around. She watches you without your knowledge skipping sleep in favor of not missing the deadline.

🤍Just like that you suddenly get a secretive caretaker. Someone who somehow manages to slip notes in your apartment , especially in your own bedroom, to remind you to go to sleep in time. Someone who buys you food and drinks and places them in front of your door. Someone who always seems to know what you are doing and where you are. In modern terms you would call that a stalker so despite the kind intent behind those actions, you start freaking out. Whilst Konan understands your increase in paranoia, she can’t deny the tinge of sadness when she sees how negatively you react to her gifts. She decides to stop though in order to not add to your increasing stress. The damage seems to be already done though as she doesn’t see you anymore in the library. You have decided to stay inside your apartment out of anxiety to be followed again. Instead you start working like a maniac to finish your essays and to study for your exams. When she finally breaks into your house after a few days of not having seen you, she finds your unconscious form hunched over your desk. You’ve fainted from overwork.

🤍No one can tell you who it was that contacted the hospital. You can’t remember anything either. It is a mystery that haunts. It must be the same person who wrote you notes and bought you stuff. With a high fever due to malnourishment, you don’t have enough time to worry as much as you could. You decide to take the time in the hospital to just rest properly. It’s night already when you stir awake from your ill slumber, a gust of wind caressing your hot face. Has someone opened the window? You recognize a silhouette standing in your room, highlighted by the silver light from the moon reaching through the window. Cold fingers reach out to touch your heated skin, the contrast almost pleasant if it wouldn’t be for your fear. Who is that? You can recognize golden eyes glowing in the dark, the voice of a woman soothingly talking to you. She seems familiar… From where do you know her? Your mind in your ill state works too slow to process everything properly as the cold touches lure you back into your sleep. When a nurse enters your room to check on you, there’s only the chilly wind and the empty bed greeting her.

Deidara

💥Deidara has grown up in a family known for being passionate artists yet unfortunately no one around him seemed to value the art that his family created. Everyone was only focused on money, riches and food as the service of his family was rarely requested. There was only little money that his parents were able to earn and it was barely enough to get by. Going to bed hungry without any food in his stomach became a common experience for Deidara yet he knew better than to complain and whine for something he knew his parents couldn’t give him. As he grew older, he eventually parted ways with his parents when they decided to finally give up their dreams. Even if they had down it to earn enough money for the family, Deidara has never been able to forgive them for throwing away their passion for such a crude thing such as money. He set out to find his own special art and it was on one of those journeys that he had his deadly encounter with the very vampire who ended up turning him. Yet strangely enough Deidara never mourned the loss of his humanity. After all with his time limit now removed, he could truly perfect his art.

💥Deidara hasn’t been a vampire for that long. It has only been a few years. His level of self-control still isn’t nowhere near as good as it could be. That is why his throat feels dry and thirst suddenly overcomes him when he picks up the scent of blood on one evening. His pupils widen and he bares his sharp fangs ever so slightly as he follows that irresistible aroma. He’s sure that he would have killed you on that night if it wouldn’t have been for you lighting up those fireworks despite accidentally cutting yourself. The colorful explosions and the sounds of the fireworks going off is what forces his senses to focus on something besides the smell of your blood. And just like that he is in awe of what he sees as explosions are something Deidara has discovered for himself too in those past few years where he has become a vampire. He’s just standing behind you and watching the fireworks in silent admiration before a startled shout from you disturbs his admiration when you suddenly spot him in the darkness. He apologizes for his unannounced appearance before he quickly walks away to quench his thirst elsewhere.

💥Yet Deidara isn’t going to leave you just like that. Not after what he has seen you lighting up fireworks, something that is still a new invention in the human world and for that rare. He hunts down someone from a village close to where he is, the village where you most likely live, before he approaches you again. He’s quite excited when he spots you again after searching for you, eager to talk with you about what you have done yesterday. You on the other hand look mildly mortified when you recognize him, your eyes nervously darting around when he mentions that he is the person who saw you yesterday in the forest. Before he can say anything more though, you usher him quickly somewhere else. It isn’t until you are sure that no one is around anymore, something that he can confirm with his enhanced senses, that you’re willing to engage in a conversation with him. You make it very clear that Deidara should never tell anyone about in the village what he has seen you do yesterday. The blonde man is confused but just agrees out of curiosity for you to continue explaining to him and because you look cute when you’re nervous.

💥You confess to him that the creation of fireworks within your village is strictly forbidden. It is not only because in the rural area you live in such an invention is still foreign and largely unknown but also because everyone, especially the elder people who still make a lot of the rules within the town, fear the dangers of accidents that might happen. That’s why you have to make everything your own in a secret place you created within the forest and have to keep it a secret that you create something the villagers have forbidden anyone living here to make. As a fellow artist with the same fascination and love for explosions, Deidara’s heart goes out for you. Why must the ignorance of others hold back an artist’s passion? He quickly offers to help you, to help you to perfect your dream of creating the most beautiful and perfect firework. Even if you would try to tell him that he doesn’t have to lend you a hand, he doesn’t listen to you. He’s far too stubborn to listen to anybody as he volunteers to get you every tool you need to build fireworks in secret. As a fellow artist, it is his duty to help you to perfect your creation.

💥Far too quickly you seem to recognize that he has caught feelings for you. How could you not when he constantly looks at you either that stupidly infatuated smile on his face? Deidara feels like he has found his soulmate, his princess to protect in you. Both of you are after all stuck in the same dilemma as artists under-appreciated and misunderstood by the public. He’s set on showering you all the more in praise and love in return for every little thing you do. He’s going to help you to fulfill your passion as he assists you in making everything and even happily shows you his own art he has been working on. As an artist you approve of it but in his already delusional mind he takes every compliment as another confession of love from your side. He despises it whenever you have to leave him, cold arms thrown around your body as he whines and begs for you to spend some more time with him. You remain firm in your decisions to leave him though, giving him no other choice besides stalking you. He can’t help but develop a passionate hatred against your town though as he views them as oppressors who hinder your art.

💥Soon that hatred turns into a twisted idea. Why doesn’t he free you from your shackles? Both of you could create wonderful art together. Enraptured by this idea and his sick delusion convincing him that you’ll show him only gratitude for it, he starts scattering his clay bombs everywhere within the village. He even gifts some of them to people in the village under the disguise of them being only sculptures. That same night he excitedly drags you up a hill further away from the village with a huge grin on his face. He has something amazing to show you. As soon as both of you have climbed the hill, he uses the abilities he had gained since becoming a vampire to activate all the bombs. You can only watch in horror, Deidara only in ecstasy as every bomb goes off. The sight of your tears confuses Deidara, a frown on his face as his palms try to wipe them away yet new ones keep on flowing down your face. What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Through your tears you catch a glimpse of his sharp fangs and suddenly freeze in shock. What now? Oh, that’s right… He totally forgot to tell you that he is a vampire.

[orangepanic]

Picked up a fic I haven't updated since 2022. Just goes to show, nothing is truly abandoned. Sharing a snippet here because I'm excited.

“Name.” 

Iroh said nothing. As far as interrogations went this one barely registered. He sat alone in a small gray room not unlike the one in which Asami had once held him prisoner. Funny, that. And here these were supposed to be the good guys; a term he was fairly sure now was meaningless. Maybe it always had been. Life was full of surprises.

“I asked for your name.” Iroh didn't move a muscle. Suddenly Detective Mako lurched forward and slammed his fist on the table. “Name, Equalist!” he shouted. "Give me your Koh-damned name!" 

Iroh smiled blandly. “Fuck you.” 

Mako turned to his partner, a squat woman about his own age with sergeant’s knots. “Why don’t you go get us a cup of coffee?” he asked. “Take your time about it. I think Ding’s is still open.” She gave him a disapproving look. “You know we need this, Rin. Coffee. Five minutes.” 

“I don’t drink coffee,” Iroh said. 

“It’s not for you,” snapped Mako. “You haven’t earned shit, asshole. Rin. Go.” The woman glared at him, then walked to the door. It slammed shut behind her with a hollow boom. Mako watched it for a long moment, then turned back to Iroh. 

“I’ve got her,” he said, his voice low. “Start talking or it stays that way.” 

Iroh blinked, confused. “You have what?” 

“Asami. Or Amaya, or whatever you call her. I’ve got her. She’s in a safehouse I know. She’s the one who told me where you were. And who. Tell me what you were doing at Flameo’s Casino and why and I’ll see if it matches her story. Don’t, and I put both of you away for as long as Hiroshi Sato himself. You have as long as it takes my partner to order two drips.”

[knchins]

The Final Goodbye - Itoshi R.

Summary: Sometimes relationships end even when you’re not ready. Rin runs into his ex at a party and his feelings come crashing back in waves. Goodbye doesn’t have to mean forever, right?

Pairing: Itoshi Rin x Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - gender neutral (no pronouns used)

Rating: E+

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Pro athlete Rin, heavy angst, post break-up, hurt with no real comfort, heartbreak, jealousy, cheating (sort of?), alcohol (mentioned), reader has anxiety, jealousy, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, semi-public sex, crying, multiple orgasms, unsafe sex, cream pie, bittersweet ending

It hadn’t ended well. The fairytale ending you had dreamed of with him for years had slowly crumbled with the rough passage of time. One fight after another, often over petty things like where shoes were left after coming home or how laundry wasn’t folded in a timely manner, had broken down the once strong relationship one carefully loaded insult at a time. 

It all came to a head two months ago. Things that couldn’t possibly be taken back were said and the two of you were no more. Itoshi Rin had stormed out that night and had only come back a week later to find all his things in boxes on the front stoop. 

While he had known that there wasn’t going to be some amicable make-up, it had still stung to see how methodically you had arranged his things in boxes. All were labeled in your unmistakable handwriting and he alone was tasked with carrying them back to his vehicle while you were a few feet inside watching through the small peephole in the front door. 

Now he was settled into his new apartment, miles away from the townhouse he used to call home. His stuff had long been unpacked, the boxes so carefully assembled by you had been recycled weeks ago. He still swore that the tiny wet spots on some of the cardboard were your tears, but there was no way of actually knowing.

Rin finished getting ready for the party he had been invited to that night. While parties weren’t really his thing, he found that getting out of the lonesome apartment was the only way to get his mind off of what could have been. His date for the night was a pretty little thing, though he knew it would just lead to another night of emotionless sex that didn’t really mean anything. 

Nothing seemed to mean anything anymore. 

A sigh left his lips as he grabbed his keys from the counter and made his way outside where a ride-share driver was waiting for him with his date already in the backseat. He flashed her a smirk though it was half-hearted. She wasn’t the one he wanted to be sharing this night with. She was just another notch in the already nicked-up bedpost. If she knew how little he cared about her, would she still go out with him? 

Small talk filled the car, something Rin hated but knew was necessary if he wanted to fuck his feelings away later. His fame and status as a pro athlete for Japan made it easy for him to score dates like this. Empty, meaningless, one-night stands. He never saw the same person twice, not anymore, not after you. 

They arrived at the venue within minutes, a modest size house just outside the city that was already buzzing with activity. A few party-goers were outside having a drink on the small porch to get away from the loud, booming music on the inside. That was when Itoshi Rin knew he had made a grave mistake by accepting the invitation. That was when he saw you. 

You had brought your own date, a mutual acquaintance with the host. He supposed it wasn’t that farfetched that you’d be there. Your friend groups overlapped greatly after having dated for so long. Rin felt as if his heart was in his throat, thumping loud and heavy as lead as he forced himself to tear his eyes away from your beautiful face. 

Had his date even noticed? Did she know who his ex was? The two of you had been all over the press back before the breakup. Who was lucky enough to date star striker Itoshi Rin? Little did they know that he was the lucky one. He didn't know if he'd ever feel that lucky again. 

A thick numbness tugged over him as he led her into the house that was practically vibrating from the bass of the music inside. He pretended not to see you. Perhaps if he put on the charade that he was okay and had moved on, then somehow you would become jealous and seek him out. 

Somehow he knew that it was a silly plan full of empty hope. There was no way you'd come back to him, not after some of the things that he had said in the heat of the moment. 

You saw the familiar giant of a man walk past and for a moment you felt as if you couldn't breathe. It had been so hard to push him out of your thoughts, especially when his face was plastered on posters and adverts all around town and on the TV. There was no escaping him, you thought as dread crept up your spine like a fast-growing weed. 

Your date was too loud, too obnoxious. too know-it-all. You had only agreed to go out with him because you desperately needed an excuse to get out of the house. It wasn't as if you were a famous athlete that could find a date without even looking. 

Every date you had been on, the other person was afraid of having to live up to him. They compared themselves to him right off the bat. They weren't rich enough. They weren't talented enough. They weren't famous enough. While you didn't care about any of that, everyone else seemed to. 

Being in that two-story townhouse by yourself was lonesome. You didn't know why he had let you keep it, especially after it was his paycheck that had paid for it. When he asked for his things to be set outside you knew it was over. There was no going back. Despite the hurt he had ground so deeply inside of you, you couldn't deny how much you missed him. 

Rin was like a plague on your heart. A sickness that refused to be cured. A past love whose lurking shadow seemed to cast over you day and night. It had been two months, you should 

have moved on. You should be happy and warm in the safety of someone else's arms. There seemed to be no end to this grief. 

 Your date babbled on, something about how there were a lot of big athletes at the party. You weren't really surprised, to be honest. They seemed to flock together even outside of practice and games. There were more than a few recognizable faces including Isagi Yoichi and Bachira Meguru, attached at the hip as usual.

"I'm going to get another drink, did you want anything?" You asked, interrupting him mid-sentence. It wasn't as if you had actually been paying attention to anything he was saying. Your mouth and throat felt incredibly dry. You hoped that drinking more of the alcohol that had been provided would be enough to make you not want to leave. 

"Sure thing, babe, get me another beer." You nearly flinched at the pet name. It was your first date, you barely spoke each other's first names. The familiarity of his tone made you want to scrunch up your nose with disgust.

You stood as he went back to talking to his gaggle of friends that had flocked around the two of you. It was suffocating, nauseating, and had you feeling almost claustrophobic. The people you did know were the ones everyone else was too afraid to talk to.

Talking to celebrity athletes came easy after dating Rin for so long. You knew most of them well enough to call them friends, though a lot of those relationships had suffered after the breakup. 

You heard your name being called out on your way into the kitchen and saw Isagi quickly making his way to your side. On the other side of the room, Rin was watching like a hawk that had just spotted its next meal. 

"How have you been? I haven't seen you around much lately!" Isagi had always been nice to you, sweet and respectful. You knew he and Rin didn't get along which often led to arguments between to two of you whenever he caught you enjoying conversation with the older athlete. 

You forced a smile, a sadness locked away behind it that is visible to none besides the former lover whose scowl turned into a genuine frown. "I've been pretty busy with work," you lie. You hadn't been any busier than normal. You just hadn't found much reason to leave the house. Not when you were bound to have to see his face in some form or another. 

Small talk drains you faster than you had imagined it would. Your eyes kept flickering towards the pair of teal eyes that seemed to be locked on you. Was he seriously jealous of you talking to his teammate? Was it really that big of a deal even after you were no longer together? 

Frustration replaced sadness. Anger replaced frustration. Suddenly you found yourself clenching your fists and ready to start a fight with the man that you had sworn was the love of your life. 

You weren't the only one wounded by distance and radio silence, but it sure as hell felt that way as Rin put an arm around his date's shoulders and pulled the giggling girl closer. You swallowed thickly as Isagi finally noticed that you had been staring over his shoulder at someone rather than something. 

He turned and saw Rin whispering something obscene into his date's ear. Her face morphed into an embarrassed look before yet another high-pitched giggle came from her pouty lips. 

"Are you okay? Did you want to go somewhere else to catch up?" Isagi probed, not wanting you to be uncomfortable as you went through a whirlwind of emotions. He could see them all plain as day on your face as you struggled to conceal them. 

It felt as if Rin himself had cracked open your ribs and reached into your chest to squeeze the life from your soddened heart. Overwhelmed with the sudden onslaught of feelings you thought you had thoroughly buried within you, your eyes shifted to look at Isagi instead of your ex. 

"I just need some air." You replied, your hand coming up to squeeze his bicep in an attempt at feigning normalcy. "Thank you, Isagi. I'll catch up with you in a few." 

He nodded, knowing it was a lie. Isagi was perceptive. Maybe not as perceptive as Rin, but he could still pick up subtly when it was needed. He knew that giving you space was probably the best option, and while he was worried about you platonically he couldn't help but feel the target on his back from even speaking with you in the first place. 

You quickly found the bathroom, having located it earlier in case you needed it. Thankfully it was vacant and you went inside, locking the door before closing the lid on the toilet so you could sit on top of it. 

You turned the water on, hoping it would make it seem like you were actually doing something besides sulking. "This was a mistake," You murmured to yourself, clutching at your blouse. You felt like you were being strangled by the fabric, despite it not being anywhere near your neck. 

Anxiety could be just as mean as ex-boyfriends, you thought to yourself solemnly. 

After forcing yourself to take a few, well-timed deep breaths and fighting off the tears that threatened to spill, you turned off the water and stood up from the toilet. 

You hesitantly unlocked the door before opening it, only to find the doorway obstructed by the lean, muscular frame of one Itoshi Rin. Completely caught off guard by the almost shy-looking man as he stepped forward.

Naturally, you took a step back away from him and froze in terror when he shut the door behind him. The four words you had hoped to never hear fall from his lips fell once more, "we need to talk." 

It was too little too late, you both thought bitterly, totally unaware that the other was going through the same amount of heartache. It was easy to be selfish with one's pain. Easy to assume that no one else could possibly hurt as much as you. 

"I don't have anything to say to you." You replied in an obstinate tone. Once again you started to feel choked and Rin quickly picked up on this as you tugged at the collar of your blouse for some semblance of relief. 

Not meaning to make you feel cornered, Rin backed away to try and give you as much space as possible in the small half-bath. An apology hung on his lips as he tried to force out the words he had been wanting to say for weeks now. 

"I-" You both started at the same time. Quickly closing your mouths you mimicked each other's expressions of shock and curiosity. "You first," You finally said, wanting to get what you thought would be the worst over with. 

Rin stepped forward once more, finding himself captivated by how breathtakingly beautiful he found you to be. His large hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away a renegade tear that had escaped your lower lashes. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, threatening to evolve into a sob as you clenched your teeth tightly to hold it on. A tight feeling wrapped its way around your chest and again you recognized it as the cold embrace of nervousness. 

"I miss you," He said with a tired exhale, face moving closer until you felt his lips against yours, pressing gently as he continued to hold your face. It felt so sweet, almost innocent, yet somehow it was filled to the brim with the hurt you'd both been hiding. 

More salty tears cascaded as you kissed him back, hands finding what used to be their usual spot on his broad shoulders. His free hand caught your hip, pressing you against him as your lips remained intertwined. 

What started as tenderhearted kisses became harder, rougher, and greedier. Teeth gnashed at lips and tongues explored mouths as you gave way to his dominance rather quickly. You found yourself backed against the bathroom wall and could feel the vibration of the music through it, sending small shivers down your spine as Rin's quick, biting kisses kept rhythm with the bass.

You wanted to tell him that you missed him too, only the words kept coming out scrambled with whimpers as his hands made their way up your blouse to grope at the familiar pair of breasts. 

His mind clouded with lust, and for the first time in two months, Rin didn't feel pain. He hardly felt anything at all besides the carnal need to be inside of you. Maybe if he fucked you good enough you'd take him back. Maybe if he made you cum enough you'd forget the awful things he said. Maybe he could finally fix this instead of fearing that he'd be alone for the rest of his life. 

You breathed out a moan as your top moved over your head. Rin made quick work of your bra as well, wanting to see you fully for what would likely be the last time. Sure he had old pictures you had sent but it wasn't the same as seeing and touching you in person.

His thumbs rubbed over your pert nipples, teasing them as he saw small bumps appear on your skin. Was it from the air conditioning that was on full blast or was it the touch of his rough hands? His mouth opened to ask but you quickly stopped him with a kiss. 

He knew what it meant. He knew what you were trying to tell him. Don't speak, just act. Don't start a fight right now, just enjoy the moment. And it was then that he knew this would be the last time he'd ever be able to touch you like this. The last time you'd give way for him. 

His heart boomed in his ears as his hands traveled farther south, pulling up your skirt to see the lacy underwear you had been wearing underneath. Underwear he knew you had worn for another man, and the thought that someone else would see you in them had him tensing up and wanting to scream. No one in the world would ever deserve you. 

Including him. 

Rin pulled the offensive piece of fabric down and you stepped out of them. Instead of leaving them on the floor, he stuffed them into his pocket, giving you a look that dared you to protest his actions. 

You chewed on your lip, you had come to this party on a date and here you were about to fuck your ex. It wasn't like you had planned to sleep with the man you had actually brought to the party. That ship had long since sailed after the mindless chatter that made you want to rip your hair out rather than listen to him. 

Perhaps you were too used to Rin's quiet nature. His actions always spoke louder than his words unless the two of you were arguing. That seemed to be the only time he really couldn't keep his mouth shut. 

Rin got down on his knees, maneuvering your left leg to rest over his shoulder as he gave your slit a gentle lick. You put a hand on his head to steady yourself, ready to ride his face in the hope that you'd be feeling something other than the distress that had wound its way into your heart. 

His mouth made its way to your clit, sucking and licking at the swelling bud as he slid two fingers into you easily. Your hips jerked as your back arched, and you shoved his head into your cunt even more. His eyes flicked up to look at the expression on your face, the silent moan that was coming from you as he fingered you at a rapid pace. 

You tasted even better than he remembered and the way your thighs shook around his head made him feel even more possessive than he already did. It didn't take long before the swirling of his tongue and swift digits had you cumming onto his face, your pussy sucking in his fingers as he felt your walls flutter around them. 

A whimper left you as the tears on your face finally began to dry. Too high on natural-born ecstasy to think about being miserable, you shuddered in the now warm sticky air of the bathroom. The smell of sex clinging to the two of you like a cloudy haze of pollution. 

After standing, Rin wiped spit and arousal off his chin before cleaning off his fingers as if savoring his last meal on Earth. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before moving them down enough to pull his leaking cock out. 

You reached down to stroke him, wanting to feel him pulsate in your hand before he entered you. There would be no other chances and you knew you had to make this count. 

Though in the past he had always worn a condom, tonight he wanted to feel you raw. His sneaking suspicion that you wouldn't protest was correct. You wanted to feel him too.  

He lifted your leg once more, holding the underside of your thigh in his hand as he let you guide his cock into your beckoning hole. He let out a hiss through clenched teeth as he thrust in to the hilt. Your hands made their way back to his shoulders as you squirmed from his size. 

It was as if your pussy had been molded to him, shaped perfectly over time. He stayed pressed into you, admiring the tight wetness as he felt you squeezing him with impatience. 

His lips met yours once more, a light and sweet kiss that had you wanting to sob. Finally, he dragged his dick out before pushing it back in with a rough snap of his hips. Tenderness left him as an icy expression swept over his features. 

Rin began to fuck you fast and hard, his hand pressed over your mouth to keep your moans muffled as you bounced against the wall. His grunts couldn't be heard over the music, though at one point someone tried to open the door, Rin used his long leg to shut it abruptly in the person's face before they could really see anything. 

He slipped out of you, taking a moment to lock the door before sitting down on the commode, whose lid was still down from earlier. The emptiness you felt without him inside had tears gathering along your lashes once more. Warmth seemed to come back to him then as he pulled you into his lap. 

You straddled him, sinking down onto his length with a whimper as the tears darted down your cheeks. Rin kissed them away as he moved your hips for you, the pace much slower now. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you started to rock your hips on your own. You rasped out his name as he thrust up into you and for a second you were sure the creaking toilet was going to break. 

Rin held you around your waist as he pounded upwards, using his powerful leg muscles to the fullest as gravity had him going into you even deeper than before. The new angle had you crying out louder than you probably should have been, the person outside surely knew what was going on by now. 

He no longer bothered with keeping you quiet, wanting instead to revel in the beautiful sounds you were making. Another wall of pressure started to form in the base of your abdomen as he moved to rub at your aching clit with his thumb, knowing fully well how quickly it would bring you to the edge. 

His name was one against ripped from you as the bittersweet roll of an orgasm tore through you. The tears were gone again, but only while your mind was hazy from the rush of endorphins. They were sure to start up again as soon as you had come down. 

Rin's hands moved to grip your ass as he increased his pace, groaning curses as his balls tightened before releasing into your quaking pussy. 

Cum spilled out around the bottom of his cock as you gave him a light kiss on the mouth. Clarity swept through you like a winter storm that had come from nowhere. A chill that startled you into reason. This had been a mistake. A mistake that both of you undeniably needed. 

"I love you," Rin said in a voice so soft that it almost seemed out of character. Or it would have to anyone who didn't know him as you did. 

"I love you too." You replied, just as softly. You hesitated and he knew why. But this is goodbye. 

You got up, his cock sliding out of you effortlessly as you started to redress in silence as Rin cleaned himself off. He stood up and fixed his pants just as you were ready to leave. 

Your eyes locked and the sad smile on your lips made him want to start crying himself. He wiped another lone tear off your cheek before you turned to fix your makeup in the mirror. 

He opened the door and walked out, going back to the girl who had been waiting impatiently for him the entire time. She pretended to not know what he'd been up to. She'd sacrifice her dignity in order to say she went on a date with the Itoshi Rin. 

Your date, on the other hand, seemed to have been totally oblivious to your absence. He had managed to corner Bachira and was talking up a storm, though the pro player seemed totally uninterested. 

You almost dared one last look at him before going over to your date. Almost but didn't quite give in. While your heart still ached the heaviness seemed to have been lifted. All you both needed for closure was one final goodbye. 

I'll be updating my request list to include Blue Lock <3 I just take a long time to get around to requests so keep that in mind if you would like to send one in.

[isthereameaningtothissong]

[deadbydangit]

Dancing with them.

Doctor, Spirit, Pinhead

Doctor

Herman, as classy as he tries to carry himself, is a terrible dancer.

So he's always avoided dancing altogether.

He figured it just wasn't worth his time.

He was a scientist; they didn't need to know trivial activities like dancing.

But seeing you standing there while others danced made him feel rather jealous.

To be able to dance with someone as amazing as you?

That would be a dream.

It was only when others were starting to approach you to ask for a dance did he spring into action.

"May I ask for this dance?"

He sounds confident.

He carries himself as confident.

Inside? He's sweating bullets!

He screwed himself over.

While he's mentally scolding himself, he'll subtly watch others to see what they do.

Adjusting his position to match theirs.

All while he can't look in the eye because he'd step on your feet otherwise.

When he gets too worked up or excited, small sparks jump off of him.

So you're going to get some jolts.

But he's so busy watching his feet, he doesn't realize your hair is standing straight up.

It's only at the end of the song does he realize he's been shocking you.

He's very embarrassed about it.

He'll stutter out an apology before awkwardly trying to walk away.

Grab his hand, let him know that you aren't upset.

Because he really wants to dance with you again.

Spirit

Rin would absolutely love to dance.

If it wasn't so dangerous.

She's covered in glass.

She'll tell you before hand so it doesn't seem like she's snubbing you.

But she's too ashamed to tell you outright.

"I'm just... You know... I'm... Sharp..."

Because she really does want to.

But she would never risk your safety.

Getting cut up by glass isn't what you want to do at a party.

Isn't what you want to do ever.

Trust her, she knows.

But you two could still dance.

It just won't be very traditional.

Maybe she'll give you her arms to put on your shoulders and give you a little more space.

Technically you'll still be dancing.

She's a little ashamed.

She can't give you a proper dance.

Kind of ruins the whole purpose of a dance to her.

If she can't be close, what's the point?

But ask her for another.

That should make her feel better.

You'll spend the night dancing and giggling with her.

She's just glad you took a chance on her despite her appearance.

Pinhead

Formal events such as this were always a favorite of his.

It's a nice break from his usual work.

Meaningless pain and pleasure was enjoyable.

But expressing something as pure and true as the love he was seeing?

It was a welcome change to the norm.

And that's what prompted him to approach you.

Elliot isn't very good at asking you to dance.

His voice is pretty monotone, so there is very little emotion in it.

But his presentation and word choice is very elegant.

He'll bow down slightly and offer his hand.

"May I offer this dance?"

To make up for his poor ability to talk to you, you'll find that he's an excellent dancer.

His movements are very smooth and he never once trips.

It doesn't matter if you're experienced or not, he doesn't care.

If you step on his feet, he'll interrupt you before you can apologize.

"You haven't hurt me. Do not worry about such things. I am not offended nor am I upset."

He also wants to see your face. See your gaze.

"Do not be embarrassed. Look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

At the end, he'll bow respectfully, kissing your hand before walking you off the dance floor.

"Thank you. Do not be afraid to approach me again for another dance. It would be an honor.

[ssruis]

cpdb rui + nene cards and emu5 tsukasa + emu cards for the alien alien/niccori survey team/opera space opera “alien race w the goal to spread love and cheer because positive emotions are their society’s fuel (like monsters inc. laughter as a fuel) invasion for Benevolent Reasons” ruikasa/emunene au where emu+tsukasa crash land on earth and are found by rui+nene who have to hide them from authorities/fix their ship… maybe len as the alien ship AI rin as the AI rui made/found/whatever… do u see my vision… the dish I’m cooking up…

Assorted vague ideas that may or may not end up making the cut:

> CPDB cyberpunk dystopia being a result of emu’s grandpa giving earth (his favorite little planet) some technology because he was like surely the humans will use this to usher in a new era of peace and love 😊 (he was wrong)

> emu’s grandpa gave them souped up hyper competent chat gpt/ai to solve their more boring meaningless issues so they could focus on creating art and then capitalism ruined it 😔

> no I don’t have an agenda against ai generation what would make you think that (graphic design major being told to use generative AI because “that’s the future” when it Looks Like Shit)

> emu crash lands them on earth when they’re meant to be going elsewhere because she wanted to take “a quick teeny weeny detour” to look at her grandpa’s favorite planet (she knew something was wrong w it. Energy outputs were bad? Maybe the alien society wrote off earth as a lost cause) and tsukasa’s like no absolutely not (they wrestle with the controls -> crash land -> emu’s like oopsie daisy 😊 while tsukasa has a hysterical fit)

> if I want to be really evil emu’s grandpa could have died on earth and she wanted to see if he was alive? But I don’t want to hurt emu like that… I’d rather just go the path of her Really Really wanting to save earth. Au version of Wonderstage.

> or maybe tsukasa and emu are just sent to see why it’s failing. But I think the crash landing thing is really funny.

> ohh maybe instead of emotions it’s music based (harnessing the true emotions behind music) and the reason earth has begun to fail is the increasing drive to create empty pop songs that go viral. That would be a better explanation than the general positive emotion harvesting if you’re assuming everyone in the CPDB dystopia is “happy” (complacent with the status quo of capitalism driven entertainment)

> “it’s a tragedy to view it from this small fry of a planet, but it’s a comedy if you view it from space” “I fell in love with you from far far away” “when this song reached over there and resonated, it was you who gave it meaning! Sure enough this universe is wonderhoy!”

> “I don’t read the lyrics anyway, so give me something catchy” “is it about the numbers than the artistry/awful price to pay for vitality/then what do we do? Was that how it’s supposed to go?/the mind going in circles and slowly dying away” “don’t disguise yourself, fantasies and ideals are fine”

> “The trembling streetlights, the pelting rain/My wavering feelings, an emotional telepath/The lost two make contact/And my heart learned of love “A fluorescent light repeatedly switching off and on/The paranormal confusion quietly ate into you/The parallel signals intersected due to singular point/Created-reality-blind acceptance-itus, sensitivity instinct”

> “we will set out to study the world’s smiles” “Between us, we have something that will turn the impossible into a possibility”

> ^ I can probably do something with those lyrics. General vibes to work with. Etc.

> (rui kamishiro voice) sometimes the cure for complete apathy/hopelessness and disillusionment with the current state of the world can be two goofy aliens (nene kusanagi voice) what the fuck are you talking about

> obligatory rui making joke threats about dissecting emukasa (as he did w wxs sekai plushies/aliens in 2024 April fools) & tsukasa going “y. You’re not serious right” “hehe” “RIGHT??”

> tsukasa initially is very “we need to fix this ship and Leave we have a job to be doing” (realizes the state of the earth) “nnnrgg FINE we have to fix this”

> (sees one bug) “nvm emu can we explode this planet into a million pieces and leave- emu. Emu why are you letting it crawl on you dONT GET NEAR ME WITH THAT” (emu chasing him around w a centipede in her hands)

> emu is immediately infatuated with nene “your voice is the prettiest thing I’ve heard in the whole universe” -> “you make me happy just by existing and I want to make you smile every day”… nene goes from “I want nothing to do with this” to “ok I’m involved now. Not just because emu asked. Rui stop laughing at me. (Would be crying and throwing up on the inside if emu was even a little upset)”

> as with all my aus the ruikasa dynamic is “oh he’s pretty and very talented” vs “what an interesting guy (I want to put him in a maze and watch him solve it for rewards)” -> “this guy is fucking insane and is going to kill me one day (said with begrudging fondness and irritation at his own shit taste)” vs “what an interesting guy (I want to put him in a maze and watch him solve it for rewards) (also I am madly in love with him)”

> they destroy the ai thing or something yay happy ending. Idk. I’m not a polisci major you can’t expect me to have a good neat solution for a huge societal issue.

> ending is hard because I don’t want to separate them but emu + tsukasa have way too much left on the home planet to ever consider leaving it permanently… hmm ending where emu + tsukasa are like we gotta go back for a bit but we’ll return to check on the progress -> more permanent way for visits to happen is set up with the eventual intention for rui and emu to join tsukasa and emu on their adventures?

> saki as a researcher on the alien planet w the rest of L/N… tsukasa prioritizing getting communication set back up first and foremost and rui’s like “is he gonna contact his home planet and ask to be rescued even after he promised to help” & then tsukasa calls home just to tell saki (+ she updates toya) he’s ok (she was understandably distraught thinking her brother fucking crash landed somewhere and died) tsukasa tenma voice I’ve upset my sister. I’m going to go run directly into traffic.

> rui and nene live together (making money thru mechanics and programming). Nene has a shit load of arcade games that she and rui fixed up. Neither of them like how society is but they’re both kind of like “wtf can we even do” although rui does his guerrilla shows on the side (how he finds emu+tsukasa maybe?). Rui dragging himself home at 4 am wounded from nearly getting caught by security and nene’s like are u fucking kidding me.

> actually I think nene playing video games and making money by being a top player is a funnier idea than her helping rui with mechanics. She has some tech knowledge by virtue of living with him but she’s also rank #1 in several competitive games. Nene is the real bread winner in this household.

> I think nene should play video games with emu… emunene arcade date while ruikasa are in the workshop downstairs fixing up the ship (tsukasa is kinda useless he’s just micromanaging/doesn’t want to third wheel emunene because nene kept giving him death glares last time)

Nene: (long winded gaming explanation) so that’s why you want to keep the higher ground during the game

Emu: woaw! you’re so smart nenechan!!

(Loud explosion heard from downstairs) (tsukasa screaming) (rui laughing)

Nene: um. Is tsukasa ok.

Emu: yep he just does that sometimes 💕!! Ooo what’s this game called??

Nene: (whatever it’s not my problem and I’m having fun with emu) this one is called DDR do you want to play 🥰

[kiyoramen]

The things you’ve said, done and didn’t pt2

(pairing: HQ!Suna x Reader)

At the end of the day it’s just you versus the world, not you and him versus the world, just you. He’ll be fed up one day (you just know it), he’ll be sick of waiting for you to be vulnerable, sick of waiting for you to fully open your heart to him. But you can’t because he’ll leave, you just know it.

“I love you, Y/n,” he says through the phone (he never did say it to you in real life and you wonder why not), “I’ll always be here for you, I’ll accept all of you even the ugly, you know that right?”

“Thank you, Rinnie.” Will you be though?

“I promise, baby.”

Your heart swells with his big words, but despite it can’t compare to the void his actions left in your heart. The sweet nothings (exactly as they are: nothing) he says everyday are meaningless as you ponder everyday as to why?

“For Christ’s sake, Y/n just tell him, I hate seeing you like this,” says Osamu while you two walk to the garbage disposal area, “He’ll listen, Rin would always listen.”

 “But will he understand?”

You both fall silent for a little while.

“I’m sure he’ll try to.”

“Okay.” You respond unconvinced.

 

Under false pretenses, you call out to Suna asking him to come with you outside the classroom, he followed and the classmates he was talking to let him go, believing the excuse. It’s the only way that you could think of that wouldn’t raise suspicion.

“What is it?”

“Rin, I’m jealous.” You say immedietly, his question left a crack on a bottle that was about the burst, “Until when do we have to play pretend? That we aren’t seeing each other?”

“We aren’t pretending,” he protested, “We talked about this, Y/n. We aren’t pretending, we’re just not telling anybody else.”

You feel your eyes well up with tears and you stop yourself before they fall because you cannot be a crybaby right now.

“But it feels like we are, I even had to call you out with a lie, Isn’t that pretending? Isn’t lying too much?”

“To not tell anybody else we’ll eventually have to lie about some things, Babe,” he argued, “but we’ve talked about that already, so move on, who are you jealous of?”

Caught off guard about how swift he moved to a different issue you couldn’t bring yourself to respond immediately. Suna sighs and you remain rigid, questioning yourself yet again. Maybe I am just being petty?

“Well?” he inquires.

You look away, “Nevermind.”

“No,” he grabs your hand and rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, “let’s finish this before the bell rings please.”

You breathe, melting with the slightest touch and you curse yourself for being easy, “I’m jealous of Haru.”

“Why would you be jealous of Haru?”

“Becau-“ The bell rings.

“Dammit,” Suna curses under his breath and turns to look at you, “let’s continue this later okay? I’ll make time for you, baby, I promise.”

You were happy with what he said at first but then wish you didn’t as all you want to do after class is cry yourself to sleep as you see him talking and smiling with somebody else yet again during class.

pt 3