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empty can

genre: hurt, comfort

character: itoshi rin

A/N: i dont even watch blue lock bruh but HELLOOOO theyre all so fine so let me write ooc fics pleeeeessse.. i got reminded of the kdrama so take an its ok to not be ok inspired blurb :3

it was cold.

when did it start raining? the concrete is wet.. you’re slipping over your own steps. the shoes you held on your left were dripping too. it’s still really cold.

since when was rin so mean?

well, he was always a little cold to everyone, but it always felt different when you were with him. the way his tense shoulders relax slightly around you, the way his voice goes quieter and slower when speaking to you, the way….

his words replayed in your head as you walked down the empty side walk on the freeway.

‘you don’t know anything about me so don’t act like it. you’re so loud all the time but you don’t even know how you feel towards me.’

oh well, maybe he wasn’t as gentle to you as you remembered. maybe he was always that mean and you were a little too loud.

‘you won’t understand me until the day you die.’

maybe you were silly to think that there was a chance of him liking you a little too, even if that just meant tolerating your presence. he was right— it’s not like you liked him because you knew everything about him.

‘you’re like an empty can, just loud and empty inside.’

fuck, when did it get so cold? the biting winds and heavy rain were starting to take a toll on your body. the bright sky that initially welcomed your grievances had quickly turned into a sea of stars, silently watching over your lonesome self. you’ve been walking for a while— it hurt.

he was right. you are empty. being rejected by him didn’t hurt but the fact that he’d never chase after you like you did to him was a realization that made you fucking nauseous. were you so unlovable?

it was loud too. the dark horizon stretched for miles and not a single soul was accompanying you. so why was there a car racing down the road behind you?

“y/n!”

it was him. you stopped in your pathetic tracks and stopped to watch him rush out of the driver’s seat towards you. he was fumbling an umbrella in his hands but rather than using it, he opened it and held it over your head uselessly. your gaze remained on his hand.

“you.. it’s.. really late y’know..?” his words were breathless and strained. his voice was never like this with you before. he was trembling too but.. that was probably from the rain. “please just.. get inside the car.”

his shoulders were tense and rigid. his statements were rushed and urgent. this rin was new.

“are you okay?”

“w..what?”

“you look stressed. and you shouldn’t be out here at this time.. why are you here, rin?”

you desperately wanted to look at his face; what expression did he have on right now? what was he feeling? but it felt difficult to even be near him.

“stressed? i’m.. god. y/n please.” he was still shaking you noticed. “please.”

there was a lighthouse nearby and it’s soft light slowly turned in the night. you never knew how emotional rin could get.

“rin, ì don’t know what you want from me.”

“please..”

the pavement you two stood on began to be washed over by a yellow glow and everything that was shrouded by the night was now visible. you looked up at rin’s face and he met your gaze with his own. his usual jade eyes were glassy and his lower lashes were wet, and you knew it wasn’t rain.

oh.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i don’t..” now you knew he was shaking with fear and regret. “don’t get sick out here. you can yell or hit me, just not out here.” you watched his chest fall and rise quickly before you felt his hand grab your shoulder. he was pleading for your forgiveness.

“just come back with me.. okay..?”

“did you chase after me?”

he rested his head on your shoulder.

“i just.. was scared. and i missed you. or.. i.. i wanted to apologize. i didn’t mean it. i’m the one who doesn’t understand their own emotions. even right now, i don’t know what i’m saying. all i know is you and the fact that you’re out here soaked and alone and.. it’s my fault.”

itoshi rin was sobbing on your shoulder.

“i’ve never understood myself around you. you make me feel like.. the moon quietly watching the violent waves. and sometimes it’s the other way around like.. like right now. i’ve never..”

you felt your heart hurting and you touched his back. never did you think he’d be the one running after you. the emptiness that filled you all day started becoming engulfed by rin’s embrace and tears. the lighthouse shifted and you two were once more left in the dark. you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“are you driving me back to your place..?”

rin let go of you and gave you a look of hope. he wrapped his pinky around yours and gently tugged you to follow him into his car.

“yeah. stay with me for the night. i’ll take care of you.”

maybe you were a little empty. but you knew that comforting feeling in your stomach as you stared at his back and hand guiding you, and you knew that he felt it too.

Hii! For the valentine's event can i please request Kaiser with marriage booth? Thank you so muuuch!⚘️

##DO YOU LOVE ME OR NOT, WANNA FIND OUT?

↪In which, Kaiser thinks the best way to find out if you love or hate him is by a kiss

↪ft. Kaiser

↪Guess who forgot who Kaiser was halfway through😍😋 Also, I tried.

↪Mentions of murder(jokingly, probably) and uh roaches?(somewhat a replacement for butterflies bc im original like that/j im sorry)

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"You insufferable bastard."

"D'aww, can't you at least sugarcoat your words, mein Liebling?" You scowl at the pet name, and Kaiser finds the sight adorable—very kissable, he'd add.

Kaiser places a hand on his chest, his face mocking a hurt expression. "You wound me, dearest. The price for this experience was not a hefty one; the least you could do is thank me for giving you this one-of-a-kind experience." 

The gasp you let out was nothing short of comical. And the guests—your classmates—grows curious about the conversation you're having.

"You paid to have us in this hellhole?!" 

The way Kaiser looks at you makes it seem as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yes," he said, and you considered committing 2nd degree murder right then and there.

Your hands are trembling with fury, and all you see is red. Blood—you're out for Kaiser's blood, and you'd be sure to squeeze him of every last drop once you've managed to stop his heart from beating entirely. 

"Why do you hate me so, dearest?" he asks, and you're drawn out of your thoughts as you stare at him dumbfoundedly.

Come to think of it, why did you hate him exactly?

The answer to his question was left unfounded, even to you. All that you knew was that ever since he'd decided to bother you to the best of his abilities, your heart started to flutter as your liver and lungs danced around, doing a tango in your stomach. Heat would rise up to your face and smoke would come out of your pores the more he spent time pursuing you, and from then on, you assumed it must be because you hate him. 

"That's none of your business."

"Oh, but it is. You're bullying me for no reason whatsoever." 

You flare your nostrils in annoyance—at least, what you think is annoyance—at the way the cockroaches fly and buzz around in your stomach, begging to be sprayed with insecticides. You've noticed it appearing more often; the insects comes and flies around at times where Kaiser flashes his stupid, stupid smile at you. You remain silent as the makeshift priest drags on his speech. A second more, and Kaiser asks you yet another question: "Is it really hatred you feel for me, dearest?" 

"Yes," you reply without skipping a beat.

"Oh, how you hurt me, beloved." 

He begins his theatrics, and you roll your eyes at the sight. But despite your apparent display of annoyance, a microsmile graces your lips, barely noticeable to normal people but an easy find for Kaiser, who loved you dearly.

He takes ahold your hand in his, and you try to pry his wretched hand away from yours, pulling and tugging on it with force no stronger than when you try to lift a hundred weights. But Kaiser makes it clear he has no plans of letting go when he refuses to budge his hold on yours. His eyes gleams with something you find, you are a stranger to. And the heat of summer seems to hit you the most as blood rushes to your cheeks and leaves it smothering.

"Pray, do tell, does your heart flutter when I hold your hand like this?" He asks, and your face forms an expression you think is one of scorn. The next, he's inching your hand closer to his face—too close to feel his breath, in fact, and the room grows hotter; despite the ac being turned on to the highest point, it's as hot as the desert's temperature—and maybe even hotter than that.

Your heart, the idiotic organ that pumps up blood, leaps and soars and has suddenly learned to do ballet when he presses his lips on your knuckles, eyes never leaving your face as he kisses it softly. It's similar to the hundreds of novels and movies your friends had forced you to watch alongside them—the way he looks at you, as if he's the main lead of a romance movie—and you, his love interest. "Or does it do leaps and twirls when I do this?"

By now, you're rendered speechless and immobile as Kaiser asks you questions you'd answer yes to. Lungs almost failing when he pulls you closer, the crowd gasps and cheers, but you pay them no mind. Your focus remains on Kaiser and how he looks so frustratingly beautiful wearing that suit and along with it, his hair tied up in a ponytail. 

"Well? Riddle me this, dearest, does my face without fail, pop up in your daydreams? Do I ever cross your mind, and do you wonder how do I do?" 

If you were to answer truthfully, you'd tell him yes. That his mind plagues you every waking moment, that you worry and wonder if the smile he makes whenever he's with you isn't exclusive only to you, that you wonder if his teasing remarks meant anything at all. You'd tell him you think of him too much; it's maddening and bothering. 

"What are you trying to say?" 

"I'm saying, are you sure it's hatred you feel for me rather than love?" 

"Interesting, where did you get the idea? Was I doing a bad job at not leading you on?"

"Certainly not, you've done too good of a job I almost got discouraged," he chuckles, "but I've read somewhere that love and hate are two sides of the same coin, and I'm just a hopeless fool who wishes you've mistaken the other for the truth."

Kaiser leans closer, and your breath hitches because of the proximity you share with him. "Won't you indulge this man in his foolishness, dearest?"

Your eyes lock onto his ocean blue eyes, and for a moment, you're stuck in a trance. "Why not? This ought to be fun," you say, and you almost fall to your knees when you find Kaiser smiling down at you. god, this stupid man and his stupid smile, you'll kill him someday, most probably.

"Splendid!" 

"Well, what do you have in mind?" 

He hums, and it's only then that you haven't released yourself from his hold yet. His face is close, so much so that you could count his eyelashes, and his breath tickles your skin, leaving goosebumps trailing over its place. His arms rests on your waist, holding it firmly yet loosely enough for you to move out if you wanted to. And maybe you should; it's the most genius idea you could come up with at the moment. But something in you refuses to let you move away, and rather makes you lean into his touch. And if Kaiser noticed—which he most definitely did—then he didn't say anything.

The priest continues his speech, and you notice him pausing from time to time to eavesdrop on your conversation. But it seems like Kaiser didn't mind, given the way he continues speaking despite the priest's obvious eavesdropping.

His eyes flickers to your lips for a split second, and had you blinked, you're sure it would have gone by unnoticed. But you noticed, and it sure didn't do well for your mental health.

"I've been thinking long and hard about it, and how about we kiss?" 

His blunt words leaves your mouth agape and your eyes looking at him with a silent question of "what?"

Laughter bubbles up from Kaiser's lips, and your stare turns into a glare, one sharp enough that should you not have an ego as large as Kaiser's, you'd be sure to cower away in fear. 

"Be serious"

"Oh, but I'am, darling dearest. I believe kissing is the best way to know if you love me or not."

Doubtful, those were the words that were imprinted in the way you stared at him. "Be for real, Kaiser. How are we supposed to know with that method?" 

"If we kiss and you feel something, then you're in love, simple as that." 

"How am I supposed to know if it's special?" 

"You'll know when you feel it. Experience is the best teacher above all else, after all." He pauses, giving you time to think. "Well, what do you say?"

You nod, and at that very moment, the priest finally gets to the part people seemed to be aniticipating from the start.

"You may now kiss the bride!" 

Kaiser moves his hand to rest on your shoulder, face moving closer until he's a breath away, and your hand trembles, whether from nervousness or excitement, you aren't sure. He connects his lips with yours, and you shut your eyes close.

Oh.

A firework is sparked, and it soars into the sky, exploding into thousands of pieces in the shape of a heart. The butterflies goes rampant, aggressively fluttering around, and it feels like you're riding a rollercoaster, your heart thumping so wildly it's almost concerning and inhuman. Your legs are weak, threatening to give up underneath you, and it's pathetic how you have to hold onto him for balance. 

His hand moves to caress your cheeks, and the simple gestures sends over a tsunami of emotions you don't know how to process. It gets your lips twitching, threatening to form a smile too dorky for your character, and you feel like melting into a puddle of nothing but the emotions the event makes you feel.

When Kaiser pulls away, he's grinning from ear to ear, and you think you'll faint with how unfairly pretty it is. 

"Well, what do you think?" he asks a minute later, but the smirk that rests on his face tells you he's already figured out the thoughts that courses through your head as you gasp for air.

"Do you think you've got it all sorted now? If you don't, we can always go for another one," he winks, and you think all the feelings you had for him had been washed away by the shore. It's funny how love comes and goes so fast. 

And oh, heavens no, you think it's returned—the feelings that the waves had taken away—happily returned on a silver platter when you spot him looking at you, so full of love it leaves you gagging. Why does love come and go so fast.

hello hello! may i request how jun would react to receiving news that his s/o fainted because they weren't taking care of themselves due to exams being round the corner and they ended up neglecting their health :D tq in advance for accepting this and have a great day ahead 🫶

hiii anon thank u for this request !!! schoolwork can be So stressful so please remember to take care of yourself too ♡ i'm starting school again in september and i am Not looking forward to the workload again ... anyways, i hope you enjoy! ♡

❧ jun's partner fainting due to overworking

content warnings: none

❧ it starts off like this: a tense, quiet shock, then the slowly-dawning moment of realisation. a pause, a soft, surprised, "huh?" and before you know it, jun has all but dropped what he was doing to run — both figuratively and literally — to your side. it doesn't matter to him if you're just across the street or halfway across town.

❧ the entire time, he's basically got a whole spiel planned: what did you think you were doing, working yourself to the bone? but as soon as he comes face to face with you, and the bags under your eyes, and your sheepish little, "hi, jun," any anger he might've had fizzles away into relief and tired concern. he'll still nag you a fair bit, though — a gentle tug on your ear and a, "you worried me, y'know."

❧ though jun isn't exactly the doting type, he'll definitely look after you in his own way. maybe you'll catch him arranging your notes for you, keeping you company and bringing you a drink during study sessions, reminding you to go to bed before it gets too late — or even carrying you to bed if you fall asleep at your desk.

❧ even when he can't be there for you in person, jun tries to check in on you throughout the day, either way. it's not uncommon for him to text you when he's on break: little things like, "have you eaten lunch yet?" or "it's getting late, you should get some rest." he'll tease you for being troublesome — you're gonna give me white hairs early at this rate... — but he always smiles at you so softly, speaks to you so gently, brushes back your bangs and kisses your forehead so sweetly.

I’VE BEEN SUMMONED DID I HEAR KARASU?? pls he’s so precious to me 🥺🫶 he’s such a little shit i feel it in my bones. (my fave trope with him is def academic rivals to *wink wonk* more but regardless) you totally have one of those relationships where you just playfully roast each other and purely communicate in jabs. you’d think he actually hates you, but if anyone else talks shit about you he’s quick to brutally cut them down bc “‘m the only one who gets to badmouth you, kay, my sweet little nemesis?” he’d TOTALLY call you shit like that to piss you off i wanna kick him with my mouth. “my precious headache. my loveliest irritation. my most beloved torment.” it’s never your name, only my, my, my and whatever he decided to annoy you with that day. and you’re confused, because you know him in a very specific context due to the nature of your whatever-ship, but you don’t actually know him because you’ve never once had a serious conversation with him ever. and you think it’s time you change that. “if you’re free this weekend, let’s get milkshakes. my treat.” and karasu already has that permanent smirk curving on his mouth. “what’s this, my prettiest groupie? that desperate for company?” “if you keep being an ass i’ll invite someone else on a date.” and for the first time, you’re able to knock that smirk right off his face and render him into a wide-eyed, flustered mess. because he’s like oh. oh. a date. you’re actually serious. and he’s liked you for so long he doesn’t know what to do with himself, or his arms, but he knows he’s blushing profusely and you look all smug, but for once he’ll let it pass because he’s been horrendously and painfully flirting with you for the past year and holy shit you just asked him on a date. he’s a dork underneath all that sass and brains i KNOW HE IS

DIZZY DIZZY DIZZY <3333 guhh you do not know how much i enjoy academic rivals to lovers i eat that shit up so hardd and god with karasu it's even better. when he started calling you things like "my sweetest inconvenience" it started off as a joke. he enjoyed the way your brows knitted together at the sound of his voice, the irritated twist of your lip and he loves when you quip back.

but as it carries on, he realizes that while he's been teasing you through the my, my, my game, he's started to truly desire you for himself. he wants to call you his. you're mine. he wants it. wants it more than anything. imagine a rivals to fwbs plot where after he's realized his feelings, you get heart broken by the person you love, and he makes himself available to you as a vice, to vent out your frustrations on and to help you feel good.

he can handle it, he thinks. he's smart, has control over himself. he'll be fine.

but as he cups your face in his palm, grazing your cheek with his thumb, looking into your tear-filled. discontented eyes as he says, "'m sorry 's how it turned out for ya, my sweet." he stuns himself with the fact that he didnt add any more to it. my sweet.

my sweet what? everything, he thinks later, after you're gone and he's all alone in his bed again. arms crossed behind his head, the sheets bunched up around him smelling of you. you're my sweet everything.

and he wishes so badly for you to feel the same about him. maybe he cant handle it, after all.

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tired of seeing people constantly flirting on every discord server i join .... I GET IT WE GET IT YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH

☑️ Caution: hot content

baked with love ! ₊˚⊹♡

cw : michael kaiser, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, typos (probably)

you set down the ingredients you needed for your cookies on the counter as you heard footsteps nearing the kitchen.

“what are you doing?” kaiser asked as he attempted to fix his hair, you glanced over at him “i'm making cookies.” he tilted his head, “for me?” he smiled smugly.

“no.”

“so mean!”

you tried to stifle your giggles, getting a bowl from one of the cabinets for mixing. “i’ll only give you cookies if you help.” kaiser immediately coming up to you, “your wish is my command, m’lady.”

you gave him the bowl and pointed at the ingredients, “i need you to mix flour, baking powd-” getting interrupted cause of the flour that just got sprinkled all over your nose.

“dammit, i missed.”

you glared at him, “uh oh, i’ve angered the beast.” he added. putting some flour on your hand, you smeared it on both his cheeks. he gasped dramatically and stumbled back, “how could you do this to me?!?!” you burst out laughing.

“we didn’t even start making the cookies!”

“not my fault! plus you look so adorable with flour on your face.” kaiser replied.

you felt butterflies in your stomach, how does he manage to fluster you even though you've been dating for so long. you felt your face heating up, "you're so adorable" kaiser said as he pinched your cheeks like a grandmother would. "shut up" you said sheepishly, he chuckled at your flustered state.

the two of you continued baking again. engaging in banter with kaiser as you worked. it was going well, you only had to put the cookies in the oven. it was all going smoothly until you got a chocolate chip flung on your cheek.

"aaand he scores !! wooo !!" he cheered, "kaiser i am going to kill you one day, i swear" you said, making kaiser laugh.

"i'll be happy as long as it's you who's killing me."

"i don't think that'll be happening soon, what would i do without my prince charming?" you replied, pecking his lips.

"fair point" he grinned.

you put the cookies in the oven and set the timer, "what should we do as we wait?". "lets go watch a movie." he replied

"ooh! let's watch the menu, i've been wanting to watch it for awhile" you beamed.

"alright, may i offer you my hand in takingyoutothelivingroom" he said, being quick in the last part. you held his hand and giggled, "lead the way, my prince".

as you made yourselves comfortable on the couch, "kaiser?" you called. "hmm?" he replied, reaching for the remote.

"i love you."

his eyes widened and he blushed, "i love you too."

you admired him, making him look as red as a tomato. "god, stop being so cute, you're gonna make me explode" he said.

"my badd" you giggled.