Eichi Tenshouin X Reader Where Reader Is Also Sickly Like Him. They Were Once Strangers Until They Both

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

❤︎ — PAIRING: itoshi rin x reader

❤︎ — PROMPT: "wait, don't go, please." requested by ☕️ anon

❤︎ — CW: fluff, hurt/comfort, moody + touch-starved rin

itoshi rin has bad days.

beneath his calm, collected, rational exterior, is a human. someone who feels just as deeply as those around him. although, unlike many of those people, rin isn't so good at expressing said feelings. he bottles them up, fights his battles alone and in silence.

you've noticed that much as long as you've been with him.

which is why you aren't entirely surprised when the slam of a door sounds throughout your apartment—loud enough that you can hear it from your bedroom all the way down the hall. his footsteps are heavy with his approach and you set your phone aside to give him your full attention.

rin nudges the door open with his shoulder, the opposite hand running through his hair in irritation. he drops his duffel bag by the dresser and it hits the floor with a thud as he pulls open the drawers in search of some loungewear. you don't miss the way he fails to greet you as usual, with a kiss on your temple and inquiries about your day.

"hey," you start, watching the man stack a folded pair of joggers on the surface, "welcome home." a beat of silence passes, and then more, enough to tell that you won't be getting any response from him.

"rough day?" you probe, hoping the question will elicit a reply.

and it does, just not the one you're looking for. "i'm getting in the shower," rin tells you, never turning to face you. instead, he steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

you sigh at his blatant resistance to talk things through with you, but you're not angry—far from it, actually. you know this routine. he shuts down in an attempt not to take his frustrations out on you and disappears until the stress he's under begins to seep away.

there's no telling how long he'll spend beneath the stream of steaming water but you want to be ready for him when he gets back.

on the other side of the door, in the room where the mirror begins to fog up and the water pelts the tiles, rin stands unmoving under the shower head. an overwhelming number of thoughts are crowding his skull—thoughts of his less-than-ideal performance during today’s practice, thoughts of his stagnant progress, thoughts of inferiority. but most of all, thoughts about how the aftermath of his shitty day was taken out on you are ruthlessly nagging at him.

he shouldn't have done that. you've always told him that you're on his team, by his side, here to help the best you can. and he knows it's true but on days like these, it's hard for him to believe that he can rely on anyone but himself.

until he can convince himself that he deserves any consolation, relief, sympathy from you, rin scrubs away at his skin, soapy blobs running down his body and into the drain.

when he opens the door, rin’s heart feels lighter in his chest upon seeing that you haven’t left. you must have gotten up for a moment though because sitting on the mattress with you is the hair dryer. there's a bowl of fruit on your bedside table, too. the motion at the en suite catches your attention, leading you to drag your gaze up from your phone in favor of looking at rin. you offer him a small smile as you set the device on the surface to the left of you.

“want me to dry your hair?” you reach forward to grab the dryer, waving the appliance to emphasize your question. there's no sign of resentment or bitterness in your voice—it's just as easygoing as it had been when you greeted him.

rin swallows and nods. "sure."

"sit," you instruct him with a finger pointing to the ottoman at the foot of your bed. he wordlessly follows your command, turning around to take a seat on the furniture while your knees dig into the mattress to meet him there.

the hair dryer whooshes to life in your hand, a rush of warm air hitting the back of rin's head and sending damp strands of dark green hair forward. that and the feel of your fingers gently shaking out and separating the strands calms rin to his core. it's nearly enough to make him forget about the unfavorable happenings of his day.

all too soon the sensation is gone and you're sitting back on your calves.

"all done," you tell rin. "get comfortable. i'll put this away."

you sneak off to return the blow dryer to its rightful place in the bathroom and quickly wash your hands before joining rin back in your bedroom. spotting rin resting against the pillows, you round the bed and perch yourself beside him, patting your lap in a silent gesture for him to lay his head there.

the side of rin's face presses against your thighs in the new, relaxing position. the weight of his head is comforting and enough to tell you that the shower helped clear the fog of frustration from his mind. still, you don't want to pressure him into talking about something he doesn't want to share so, instead, you grab the porcelain bowl from your table and pluck an apple slice from the dish. you hold it to rin's lips, coaxing him to take a bite.

he does, a small nibble at first before his incisors break off bigger chunks. you feed him, stealing pieces of the sliced fruit here and there while your other hand runs through the silky strands of hair splayed out on your lap. it keeps up this way until the bowl is empty.

you make a move to get up and rinse the dish out but you don't make it far.

"wait, don't go." rin speaks, his hand shooting out to stop yours from pulling away. his fingers loosen around your wrist but he doesn't let you go entirely, as if he's afraid that you slink away if he does. the next thing he says is much quieter, just above a whisper. "please."

any plan you have to leave the bed dissipates with his words. you fall back into the softness of the pillows behind you, fingernails grazing the nape of rin's neck. teal eyes framed by thick lashes stare up at you. behind them, you're almost sure there's a glint of desperation. you nod. "i won't."

rin takes a moment to collect his thoughts, to formulate the right words.

"i'm sorry," he starts. it comes out slowly, not because he's reluctant to say so but because he wants to be sure you hear him. "for being short with you. i wasn't my best at practice and i made it your problem. i shouldn't have and i'm sorry."

he doesn't look away from you once during his admission, blue-green irises boring into you.

you smile and squish rin's cheeks together, causing his lips to poke out in a pout. your gesture may be silly, but you really do appreciate him saying sorry. "apology accepted. just remember, i'm always on your side. always."

he pulls your hand away and kisses your palm. "i know. and... thank you."

thanks for reading! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

my smart-and-doesn't-need-to-review classmates b speedrunning sumeru explorations rn while i am speedrunning the writing of my subject notes <\3 how to stop being grouped w smart kids and being in section a !?!

anyway. kinning this song rn

drew a horribly inaccurate ritsu on the whiteboard but wasn't able to finish it bc the teacher was coming😓

Sketches of kave in progress

he has grown attached too much he failed to imagine playing sports alone (when in fact he’s done that before football)

you just know he really wants genuine connection with people beyond his social status.  （πーπ）

Imagine waking up to Shiina Niki cooking. As your senses return to your body, the aroma of breakfast fills the room, effectively enticing you to remove the covers. You rub your eyes before taking a stretch, already thinking about what you may find in the kitchen. As you're about to remove the covers to get up, you find that the door opens and Niki comes in, holding a tray of waffles in his hands and a smile on his face. "Good morning!"

word count: 285.

thinking about how indifferent blade will be when you confess your feelings to him. blade doesn’t see himself as a human being. he doesn’t think he has the right to feel things, not when he has been cursed by immortality by someone who he considered as a friend.

thinking about how blade will sneer when you finished pouring out your feelings. he will call you hurtful things: “are you stupid?”, “what makes you think i’ll love someone like you?”, “the thought of me being with you makes me sick.”

thinking about how blade ignored your teary eyes and heartbroken state. he walked away, without sparing a glance at you. he knew this wasn’t the right thing to do but as long as you’re out of harm's way, then he will continue living with the guilt buried in his body.

thinking about how blade gradually misses your presence. no matter what he does or where he goes, all he can think about is you. your laughter. your soothing touch. your bright and lifeful eyes. the yearning in his heart gradually consumed him until one day, he had enough.

thinking about how blade gathers up the courage and visits your home. the man was confused with how unusually silent it was. he was about to sneak in when your neighbor saw him and gave him a solemn look; a look he knew all too well.

thinking about how blade wallowed in regret. how he wished he could turn back time. how he wished he could take back the words he said to you. how he wished he was by your side, holding your hands and kissing you whenever he could. how he wished you were still alive.

note: lmao :3

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