Can you write something about reader being trent alexander-arnoldβs girlfriend and her also being a player for englands womens team? Xx
player / trent alexander arnold
omg i'm so sorry this took so long, i was on a school grind
summary: trent and y/n are in a relationship, with the two of them being professional ballers.
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ynusername North London Forever β€οΈπ€
katiemccabe Fav gooner x
bukayosaka Looking fresh y/n
trentarnold66 cutie
user53023 I LOVE THEM
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user54384 i think we as a society moved on too quickly from this interview
user88402 now if y/n and trent weren't a couple...
trentarnold66 Watch what you say missy
user60827 HAHAHAHAH HE'S GOLD
trentarnold66 i think they're sitting too close
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england Who's ready for our upcoming games? Your Three Lions take on Australia tomorrow night!
ynusername omg trent sort out the hair mate
tyronemings Hate to agree with her but @ trentarnold66 you're in need of a fix up
user65183 Is bukayo keeping it π ?
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ynprivate this could be me but @ trentarnold66 is really shit at football
trentarnold66 and who lost a world cup final?
trentarnold66 also pls dont distract me before a match xx
ynprivate don't act like you get game time...
user68304 I'M DYING WHY ARE THEY SUCH A SILLY COUPLE
maryearps I guess we'll just have to win one so he can be a wag
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trentarnold66 A big game and a big win. Onto the next πͺ
jackgrealish Fav scouser
ynusername stop looking so hot when you play.
user69203 prime trent incoming
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ynusername trent is my valentine β€οΈ
trentarnold66 awwww kys.
trentarnold66 Keep your top on
ynusername not what you said last night mate
bukayosaka oh my days trent...
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username44291 y/n at the euros is gonna do it for me every. single. time.
trentarnold66 She's so beautiful
user52931 careful trent, i might take your girl omg
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arsenal Staples to our club, Gooners through and through.
trentarnold66 y/n to liverpool @ fabrizioromano?
fabrizioromano Not happening Trent.
bukayosaka β€οΈπ€
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ynprivate OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD. i'm so in love with this man it's insane
user35701 those arms - what if i squirt
trentarnold66 oh! thats not...
jackgrealish trent the cutie awwww
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ynprivate every hot couple has a cheap copy
romeobeckham this is gold
trentarnold66 I am in no way affiliated with this statement
ynprivate you told me to post it
trentarnold66 That's a shocking photo of us two
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arsenal Rate this duo 1-10
user51938 1000000
declanrice Solid 4/10
ynusername can u stfu
trentarnold66 hahahhaha pls delete this.
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trentarnold66 Happy Birthday to the most unbelievably beautiful woman I've ever met. You're my world, my absolute everything; and I know I'd be nowhere if I didn't have you nagging me for the past decade. You're so so strong, and so incredible. I truly have no idea of what I've done to deserve you.
To more memories, trophies, and hopefully some much smaller football boots.
I love you Y/N.
bukayosaka Happy Birthday Y/N!
ynusername this may just be the most beautiful thing i've ever read
lucybronze no sorry trent. no babies for a while please
keirawalsh I second this
ynusername no babies for a loooooong time
hehe thank you for reading, send me more submissions of what/who you wanna see, i'm open to everyone (even women ballers!!).
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#A Night at the Symphony
Synopsis: Laufey songs + Blue lock Characters + love stories = days of me violently sobbing (The pronouns in the lyrics do not matter, reader is still gender neutral and please tell me if I accidentally assign reader with any pronouns other than they/them)
Warnings: Laufey's heartwrenching songs that I love with my whole heart, Kaiser and reader are aged up in his section and old enough to drink alcohol, not proofread, weird interchanging grammar,
Notes: For my friend, @dewwberry. Writing for all the red flags today πͺπͺπͺ
Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi x GN! reader
Michael Kaiser + "Like the Movies"
"Maybe one day I'll fall, in a bookstore,
into the arms of a guy."
"Thank you," was all you could mutter out, a coy smile plastered on your face as the blonde man reached for a book on a shelf too high for you to even tiptoe to. He towers over you, his ridiculously handsome face adorned with an amused smirk.
Before he passes it to you, his blue eyes scan the cover of the book, taking his own sweet time browsing through the pages. You snap out of reality when you hear the sudden close of the book in his hands, a chuckle - most likely at you
"My bad," You apologize for staring, a relieved sigh escaping you when he nods. "It's alright," He pushes up his glasses when it slides down the bridge of his nose, grabbing another copy of the book he had passed to you. "At least I now know what I'll be reading tonight."
You hugged the book to your chest, hoping that you were the only one who could hear the loud drums of your heartbeat against your ribs. "I'll see you around?"
Pursing your lips, you nodded, ecstatically returning the favor when he waved bye to you. You continued to observe his proud strides as he walked off, only noticing the dopey smile on your face when you look at your reflection through the glass-paned windows.
"Huh?" You mumble after snapping out of your daydream, noticing a small card wedged in the middle of the book. Examining it, you widen your eyes when you see a phone number and name written on it, "Michael Kaiser?"
"We'll sneak into bars and gaze at the stars,
Surrounded by fireflies."
Before you knew it, you were texting him constantly, returning to that same bookstore every week or so to meet up. As more time went on, you found yourself searching for every chance to meet up with him, whether it was at the movies or a bar. Luckily for you, Kaiser is someone who loves his champagne.
"Time passes by too quickly when I'm with you," Kaiser hears you drunkenly admit, taking a small sip of the champagne he had so generously bought for you. He hums in response, nonchalant as usual. For a moment, Kaiser feels like this bar is too stuffy - the irritatingly loud music preventing Kaiser from hearing your voice.
He rests his chin on his hand, half-heartedly - at first - listening to you ramble about whatever you had to get off your chest. "I'm such a hopeless romantic honestly." Kaiser's ears perk up.
"I've read too many romantic books, they're all raising my standards. It's no wonder I've had no luck - no one's ever good enough." You sigh and you finish another glass of champagne, not even realizing how bad the hangover after this will be for you. He doesn't say anything, his fingers reaching to brush those strands of your hair that have been bothering him. "I wanna love like I've seen in the movies." He pauses just before his fingers graze against your cheek.
"That's why I'll never fall in love." You lie to both yourself and him.
"Oh, I'd like to sleep in till two on a Sunday
And listen to the bluebirds sigh."
Groggily dragging your feet out of bed, you blink when you see the blonde man leaning against the door frame. "Kaiser?" You rub your eyes again, the shock striking you all of a sudden when you find yourself in an unfamiliar room.
"I brought you back to my place. You had passed out before I could ask you where your place was." You hold your head in your hands, trying to recall the events of last night in vain. "You were clinging to me all night, you know?" Kaiser chuckles when your face contorts into embarrassment, chiding him for teasing you.
Reading you like an open book, he takes you by the hand - almost hurriedly - and forces you to sit back on the bed. "I'll go buy you some medicine to help with that headache." and so he turns his back to you, gently creaking the door shut, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You spot a small card - identical to the one that was wedged between the pages of the book before - on the bedside table, a glass with about 3/4 of it filled with water holding the card down and preventing it from flying with the wind.
"So old-fashioned." you thought, though you had to admit you did not mind one bit.
"'Take better care of yourself, idiot.'" You scoff lightly after reading the note out loud, rolling your eyes. "Wow, well, that's a very nice thing to say." You sarcastically whip back out of pure instinct - if Kaiser was here, he'd definitely be snapping another annoyingly smart retort back at you. You toss the note aside on the table, that headache killing any energy or willpower you had in your system.
Eyes wandering around the room, you spot a myriad of items - a bookshelf neatly arranged in alphabetical order (that book both you and Kaiser were reading slightly sticking out of the shelf), a comfortable rug that you could probably fall asleep in, and a trash bin filled to the brim with crumpled pieces of paper.
"Strange, why is there only paper in here?" Your curiosity took over and, for better or worse, you straighten out a few of the papers and read their contents, lightly skimming through them on the floor. You could tell Kaiser wrote this just by the handwriting.
'Don't worry about anything, rest up for the whole day. I'll take care of you.' said one note.
'I care about you more than you think, don't ever get that drunk in front of another man.-' the last part was just scribbled off as if the writer wasn't sure how to phrase his words.
You stop, rubbing your eyes as you pull out a torn-off piece of paper.
'I've fallen for you too - just like the movies.'
"Get soaked in the rain and smile through the pain,
Slow dance under stormy skies."
It's been a few days since you left Kaiser's place. As much as your heart ached to be with him, you had no idea what to do honestly when you found that piece of a once-complete letter. You didn't know what to do when it boiled down to love despite being a connoisseur in romantic movies or books.
In the end, you were clueless and utterly hopeless, dragging your feet back to that same bookstore.
You wandered inside, that once-comforting almond smell of books making your mind think back to the first time you met him. Yet, you didn't see him at all, no matter which corner you turned. Well, it's not as if you both agreed to meet up today - why would he be here? Though, you always did believe Kaiser had some kind of telepathic power when it came to you.
Defeated, you exited the bookstore just to notice a familiar figure sitting on a bench, staring off into the pouring rain. That blonde hair with blue streaks, that confident posture, of course, it's Kaiser. A mix of emotions stirs in you, but your body reacts on its own accord, feet marching confidently in his direction. Heart pounding. Head woozy. That same lovestruck smile on your face.
"Didn't bring an umbrella?" You peeked over his shoulder, startling him for a second. Kaiser sighs in relief when he registers that it's just you, nodding. He sits up, spine straightening when he notices the umbrella you have in your hand. "You'll have to hold it though, you're taller than me."
"Alright, alright." Kaiser opens the umbrella and covers both of you with it, that usual smug grin on his face - but something feels different this time. You feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Stay close or else you'll get soaked." His grip on your waist tightens.
"It's no wonder I've had no luck, no one's ever good enough.
I want a love like I've seen in the movies.
That's why I'll never fall in love."
"You're such an idiot, actually." You reply to his last joke, your chest bubbling as you try to contain your laughter - in vain. Kaiser dramatically scoffs, making that 'tch' sound and shaking his head."
"Says the one who forced me to take care of them because they were too drunk to tell me where they lived." You jab him back lightly in response. "For your info, I did not force you. You were the one who willingly took care of me."
"I willingly took care of you because I'm just that good of a person!" Kaiser tilted the umbrella to your side, ignoring how his shoulder was getting drenched in the rain. He masks his amusement with a frown when you sigh.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat." You roll your eyes despite that stupidly cheerful smile on your face. "Hmph, you sound very doubtful of me." Kaiser retorts, elbowing you, "Then, tell me, know-it-all. Why do you think I willingly brought you back to my place that night?"
You place a hand on your chin, thinking for a moment. A brilliant idea hits you and you put on your best smile, deciding to reply with a cheesy quote from the book both you and Kaiser read, "Because you love me."
He recognized that clichΓ© quote without any trouble, almost instantly facepalmed, and burst out laughing. Something about you made him feel a little more alive, a little more complete. Was it just him, or did every morning seem a little easier to get through ever since he met you?
"You know..." Kaiser lowers his voice, the atmosphere changing.
"That night when you were drunk, while you did not tell me where you lived, you did confess to me something else." Kaiser notices that the rain had gradually stopped as he spoke, observing your once hyper movements slow down. "You told me you fell in love with me."
You halt dead in your tracks, your cheeks heating up. A swarm of butterflies rush through your body and even though you parted your lips, you didn't say anything. He stopped in front of you, the distance between you and him being heartstoppingly close. "I never got to tell you my response to your confession, so..."
Kaiser's wrist slowly turned, tilting the umbrella at an angle that blocked anyone's view of this precious moment - seeing your face in such a flustered state is a luxury that Kaiser doesn't want to share. You feel a hand cup your cheek too gently, treating your skin like the most precious of porcelain. A more genuine, soft grin adorned the man you fell in love with as he slowly pulled you closer, stealing away your first kiss.
"Yes (Name), I do love you. I'll bring you back to my place and take care of you whenever you need me to."
Sae Itoshi + "Beautiful Stranger"
"Beautiful stranger sitting right there,
Looked up at me...
Looked back for a second, didn't want to be rude.
I tend to fall in love on the tube."
You unintentionally whispered a 'wow', your mouth left agape at the sight of a lean young man boarding the train. Reddish-brown hair that he unconsciously brushes his hand through, slim green eyes that make him look so unapproachable, a cold and aloof gaze - yet you felt nothing but warmth in your chest.
He sat across from you, hands tucking themselves comfortably in his pocket after zipping up his jacket. He places his bag on the floor, clamping it in place between his legs.
You notice him sigh, seemingly tired from... whatever he was doing before. His gaze drifts around, locking eye contact with you for a short moment and you felt your body tense up.
You snap your head in the other direction, your eyes still wanting to look back, maybe even wave if you could muster up the courage. Covering the lower half of your face with your hand, you muffle your gasp and pray that he didn't notice you.
You take a deep breath. No way you would fall in love with some stranger you just met, right? From the corner of your eye, you glimpse at him and realize he isn't looking back.
Maybe, hopefully, he didn't catch you? You slowly turn your head back forward, trying to calm your beating heart and that annoyingly imaginative mind of yours.
Greedily, you steal another glance at him, looking at him from head to toe multiple times. It was as if you couldn't get enough of him.
"Beautiful stranger sitting right there,
Reading the newspaper, stuck to his chair.
I swore that he smiled and I felt my heart drop.
Heard the doors open, came to my stop."
You observed him as he fished his phone out of his pockets. He leaned back, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You scratched the back of your neck and immediately turned your head when he looked up from his phone, pursing your lips.
While you couldn't see his face properly, you swore that there was a small smile on his face. Getting up from your seat, you prepared to leave and waited for the doors to open.
For the first time in forever, you didn't want to reach home this early though the comfort of your bed was more than appealing. Some part of you still wanted to linger around. Your head turns back to that same stranger, still staring at his phone. The sound of the door opening echoed, it was your cue to leave.
Though you weren't hallucinating - he was smiling.
"Beautiful stranger, catching my stare.
It's fate we collided right then back there"
You boarded the same bus on your way to work and back, despite it taking longer than your usual route, hope that you'll see that same beautiful stranger dwelling in the deepest part of your heart. Just like a loop of last night, you awaited his arrival patiently.
"Oh!" You mumble under your breath, gaze following his figure just like his shadow would the moment you recognized that unforgettable face. He looks around the bus, almost as if he was searching for something, and you swore you saw him stare at you for a slight second before sitting down across from you.
Just like that, boarding that exact bus became routine for you, and your mornings were brightened by his presence. Your innocent little crush escalated and bloomed into something more, and for a second, you longed for him more.
You wondered how his voice sounded when speaking to you instead of on a call with someone else, you fantasized about how his hand would feel in yours, how warm his embrace probably is, how lovely it must be to be that special someone in his life.
No, this has to be infatuation... right?
"I wonder if he felt the same thing too.
Innocent crush on the morning commute."
Another unremarkable morning, you anticipated the same cycle to repeat itself. He'll board the train, glance around, then sit across from you.
Or so you thought. That night, he seemed particularly exhausted, his demeanor was completely different in the morning. His posture was a bit slouched, occasionally yawning and rubbing his eyes. You frowned, worry in your eyes as you clutched the phone in your hand.
As usual, he looked around with that same detached expression. However, this time, despite all of the empty seats around, he sat next to you. Widening your eyes, you immediately turned your head away, more than reluctant to let him see that rosy glow - that you've noticed is a side effect that happens when you think of him - on your cheeks.
You leaned back in your seat, wanting to get a better look at him. He had his arms crossed, reddish-brown hair messy, and eyes weary. He dipped his chin, seemingly looking down at his lap before closing his eyes. Sooner or later, you could hear the soft murmurs and snores from him.
As the train came to a sudden halt, the impact caused his head to land on your left shoulder, using it as a pillow. Cautiously, you adjusted your position and took off your left earphone so it wouldn't disturb him in his sleep. All the passengers must have been jumping to conclusions when they gave you both warm smiles and nods of encouragement, what could they possibly be thinking about?
Though, no matter how you deny it, that enamored smile on your face must have fueled whatever assumptions they were making of the both of you. When you turned to check on him, you noticed something peculiar.
Was he always smiling like that at first?
"What if I would've stayed on the train?
Dared to stand up and ask for his name?
Maybe we would have exchanged a few words,
A fairytale moment could have occurred."
While you dreamed that this moment could last forever, you noticed that you would be reaching your stop soon, and - no matter how tempting the idea of missing a few stops was - you were left with no other option than to shake him awake.
"Hey... hey?" He must be a light sleeper because he woke up pretty quickly with a few gentle tugs. Why didn't he wake up when the train suddenly stopped then... Was he pretending?
You giggle at him, insisting that it was okay when he apologized to you, even lowering his head a little. It felt like something had sparked between the both of you through that short interaction, something that sent your heart into overdrive. From the subtle softening of his gaze to how his shoulders dropped in relief, you could only wonder if you were the cause of such dismissive reactions.
"Oh... this is my stop." Disappointment laces your words, your heart sinking.
With a scowl on your face, you approached the train doors. You give him one last sorrowful look, wishing that sweet, surreal moment wasn't so short. You met his gaze, locking eye contact as you felt the train slow down.
You lifted your hand to wave goodbye, but you clench your fist and hesitate, hurriedly dropping your hand back down right after. Your fingernails dig deeper into the flesh of your palm, that crazy part of you scolding you for missing such a wonderful opportunity. Any rational, logical sense left in you supported what you did, it did save you from any embarrassment or rejection.
Turning your back to him, you solemnly take a small step closer to the exit once the train doors open.
"Wait," You feel fingers envelop your forearm, preventing you from entirely leaving the train. Surprise coursed its way through your veins when you realized it was your beautiful stranger holding you by the arm, a rosy glow that you were only familiar seeing yourself with adorning his cheeks. "I'll walk you home."
(Bonus: After spending more time with Sae, he'll purposefully save a seat on the train for you, placing his bag there and patiently waiting for you. Even when you text him that you won't be showing up to work, he still does it out of pure habit unless the train is really crowded or someone asks.)
Rin Itoshi + "Valentine"
"I've rejected affection for years and years.
Now, I have it, and, damn it, it's kind of weird."
"Rin, Rin, what does this word mean?" Your fingers pointed at a phrase on the letter you found on your table. You knew basic phrases in Japanese and barely got through school with that knowledge. Thus, Rin was naturally assigned to be your personal translator throughout the day since he was fluent in English and was conveniently in your class. And, would you look at that, he sits next to you as well.
You watch him eye the letter and his eyebrows shoot up. He snatches the letter from your grasp, practically crumpling between his index and thumb fingers. The smell of the perfume - cheap, for sure - wafts through the air up his nose and he clogs it. Rin was always the type of person to have a disdain for well, most things, but whatever vexed him was more than just the glittery design.
"Ignore it," He expects you to oblige, giving the letter a piercing, demeaning glare. "It's nothing important."
"At least tell me how to pronounce it!" You pout, crossing your arms, "I have to learn Japanese, or else I'll forever be stuck with a grumpy, moody translator." You didn't mind the idea so much actually, but you continued to act like you did.
"I'm not an idiot, (Name). You'll just search up the meaning." He drapes an arm over the top of his chair, jaw resting on his knuckles. "Even if I promise? Swear to keep my word and not search it up?" You persist, probing into why he seemed so repulsed by some scrap of paper.
"Even if you promise," Rin repeats after you, seemingly not budging an inch. You audibly sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. "Won't you tell me? Come on, it can't be that bad." Your knee swerves to the side, jabbing his leg from under the table. "I have a right to know, the letter was meant for me after all."
Logically, Rin wouldn't listen. No, he shouldn't. If wishes to keep his pride, he shouldn't give in to your request. From adopting the traits of his older brother, from an early age, he weaved and molded himself to be rational at every step. Yet, somehow, every bone in his body wants to trust and believes you.
"It doesn't matter anyway," or so he would rationalize his actions, fingers pointing at the words on the letter. Your eyes trail after his finger, listening intently.
"γγγγ¦γ.(Ai-shi-teru)" He lowers his voice suddenly, almost into a whisper as if he didn't want anyone else to overhear him. You echo after him and for a moment, you could've sworn that the tip of his ears grew red, "γγγγ¦γ."
"He tells me I'm pretty,
Don't know how to respond.
I tell him that he's pretty too.
Can I say that? Don't have a clue."
Rin's group of friends people he tolerates happen to sit near your table during lunchtime and, occasionally, your friends would catch the short glimpses you exchange with him.
You feel a not-so-subtle kick from under the table and you retaliate, returning the favor as you chide your friends. Judging by their smirks, you could tell you were in for a disaster. Seems like they caught you red-handed.
As you are forced to profusely deny anything they say, their teasing reaches Rin's ears.
"You're all red! You definitely have a crush on him!" One of your friends exclaimed, teasing you. You felt like melting as you covered your ears in a weak attempt to block out their words. "Oh, shut up! You're so loud."
Rin glances at you from the corner of his eye and you could feel the shivers crawling up your spine, clawing their way around your body. You could only pray he didn't hear anything as you chewed on your food. You couldn't swallow the food down, fidgeting with your hands under the table while stuttering out poor excuses to change the topic.
At first, he planned to save you the embarrassment and pretend to be oblivious. It'd cause him less trouble anyway - just look away and continue eating, engraving the memory in his mind. Having said that, he didn't know what made him so fond of that flustered expression on your face.
"Lukewarm," He utters under his breath - directed to your friends and, for the first time in a while, himself. He looks away, pulling out his phone to text you with a scowl on his face.
You see your phone buzz on the table and the notification, much to your dismay, displayed Rin's message to you for all your friends to see.
"u have a nice smile" and you felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you. You swiped your phone off the table, pressing the screen against your chest and close to your racing heart. Your friends all screamed and cheered in unison, all you wanted to do right now is scream into a pillow and curl into a ball.
You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts, shakily checking your phone again. Slowly, your gaze returned back to him, scrutinizing the way the ends of his lips curl upwards.
"Ty, u too <3" You text him back.
"With every passing moment, I surprise myself.
I'm scared of flies, I'm scared of guys-
Someone, please, help!
'Cause I think I've fallen in love this time."
All of a sudden, it's hard to maintain eye contact like the both of you used to. Every time you both chat, that moment when the both of you coincidentally lock eye contact releases swarms of butterflies.
All of a sudden, it's routine to walk home together. When one of you has the misfortune of needing to stay back after class, the other has no qualms or complaints about waiting. If one of you forgets something like homework, the other remembers. It's like you both complete each other, two peas in a pod.
All of a sudden, he's the one carrying your things for you, insisting it's all lightweight and not a problem after hearing you complain about your back aching.
All of a sudden, you both of whispering answers to each other whenever the teacher calls one of you out.
All of a sudden, you love learning Japanese. You love how he's somewhat patient with you - or at least he tries his best to. He'll sigh when he has to repeat himself, but that beaming grin plastered on your face when you learn something new is one of the best rewards for him - better than the money you continue to pay him for the tutoring despite how he refuses to take it.
'Expect the unexpected,' but there's no way you could have predicted this. Everything happened so fast, but you didn't want things to slow down either.
"I've lost all control of my heartbeat now,
Got caught in a romance with him somehow.
I still feel a shock through every bone
When I hear an "I love you",
'Cause now I've got someone to lose."
He couldn't tell whether it was a blessing or curse to sit next to you. Everything you did has this selcouth effect on him, his mind riddled with that unusually flawless image of you, turning winter into spring in a matter of seconds. Now that he thinks about it, did you ever have any flaws?
From flowers to breathtaking sunsets, his heart had been plagued with this confusing, unfamiliar feeling because everything reminded him of you. It was too intense to forget about with time, too new to be hatred, and too extraordinary to let go of.
You're just like the best goal he ever scored, the best gift he's ever received, the best movie he's ever seen. You're so refreshing, new, but at the very same time comforting like his mom's cooking or a nostalgic video game. You're his biggest weakness and the best thing that ever happened to him all at once.
He's heard of love. How 2-dimensional and sappy it is, how people crave and want it so desperately. He never did understand it. However, now, faced with no choice but to confront his feelings, he's left dumbfounded by just how puzzling and deep they are.
...It's alright if he thinks with his heart, just this one time, right?
"The first one to ever like me back.
I'm seconds away from a heart attack.
How the hell did I fall in love this time?
And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine.
I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine."
February 13, 11:39 p.m. Rin walks into the convenience store, hands tucked comfortably into his pockets as he walks in, a small bag hanging from his shoulder. He sighs when he spots you running up to him, waving at him.
"Why'd you call me so late to come here? You made it sound like you were going to die or something."
"I just... felt like seeing you." You innocently chirp, grabbing some chips that both you and Rin would share later on, good thing you knew his favorite flavor beforehand. "Is that a bad reason?"
Rin narrows his eyes before another sigh escapes him - which you assume means 'yes'. "Why'd you come?" You ask back. Knowing Rin, he should have expected a silly reason like that coming from you.
"I wanted to make sure you were safe. Going out this late is dangerously close to a stupid idea." You chuckle at how logical his answer is, "So, you're saying that you don't mind doing something stupid so I could be safe?"
You feel a sudden glare on you and you giggle. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you." Done choosing your snacks, you go to pay at the counter.
11:47. You exit the store with Rin following behind, holding the plastic bag filled with the snacks you hand-picked. Sitting down on a bench in a nearby park, both you and Rin open up the snacks and chat to pass the time.
"11:58," you whisper under your breath after checking the time on your phone, "almost time."
"Rin," Rin glances at you, tilting his head to meet your eyes when you call out his name, your tone mellow. "How many Valentine's Day gifts did you receive last year?"
He leans back on the chair, the mention of Valentine's Day causing him to glance elsewhere. "Didn't count, I rejected all of them." His hand reaches into his bag, fingers grabbing onto the box of chocolates he had impulsively bought for you, but he doesn't dare take them out.
"Do you have a Valentine this year?" You take a deep breath before asking. He shakes his head, much to your relief. "You?" Rin questions and you shake your head.
"I don't really know how to ask this," you chuckle, an attempt to lighten up the mood as you shift closer to him. "But..."
"Will you be my Valentine?" You ask, staring up at the moon, miraculously able to blurt out the words without stuttering. The silence after that kills you as you hope for a favorable response, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.
Rin carefully places the box of chocolates on your lap, hand lingering on your thigh for a moment. The box of chocolates was red and rectangular, you could smell a slight scent of vanilla, all tied together with a ribbon. Attached to it was a small card that wrote, "γγγγ¦γ." in messy handwriting - he was never good at calligraphy.
"Aishiteru," you read aloud, "You never did tell me what it meant." Rin felt something stuck in his throat, only replying to you with a soft 'mm'. You ignore his refusal to tell you, but you could kind of guess the meaning now that he used it.
Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sigh in content.
February 14, 12:00. "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" You whisper to him, sliding your hand into his pocket as this warmth bursts from your chest. You feel his hand pull yours deeper into his pocket, intertwining fingers. "Yeah, yeah it is."
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