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indebted | mikage reo

( ? ) reo spends money on someone who refuses to be indebted to anyone, FLUFF I SWEAR

( A/N ) why are my bllk fics literally about meeting again i think i have some strange obsession with this trope. ANW THIS FIC IS SOOO CLICHE but i think reo is cheesy like that

the sky is a pretty shade of blue, birds are chirping sweet songs from where they’re perched on branches, and cherry blossom leaves are floating along the wind; some are even pooling around his feet. love is in the air, one could say. pluck out every element you could see in a high school-inspired love song music video, and you’ll get precisely what reo is experiencing.

but none of those are what reo is looking at right now.

no, not when you’re standing before him, and his pulse is unsteady. 

“i like you,” you say. “i want to go out with you.”

reo’s eyes go round, spluttering syllables that are strung together hastily. he settles with a: “w-whuuu…”

the small group of students who decided to tag along with reo all gasped and ooh?. reo doesn’t know why he’s the one feeling mortified, heat crawling up across his cheeks.

you’re staring at him with a fierce expression, refusing to back down and shy away despite the crowd. it’s like you don’t care what they think or say so long as you get your words across. he honestly respects it.

reo scratches the back of his neck, guilty for some unfamiliar reason. he’s gently rejected countless others before, so he’s unsure why he’s so reluctant this time. maybe it’s because you’re looking at him like you know what you want, and it’s making him feel flustered in a way he hasn’t felt before.

“don’t just stand there, reo!” someone butts in, as if it’s his business. as if he’s confessing or being confessed to.

you and reo turn to glare venom at the guy, who shrinks under both your gazes.

reo’s gaze finds yours once again, trying for a comforting smile.

“i’m sorry. i can’t accept your confession,” he murmurs and winces at the feigned cries of the people around him. his heart pangs painfully in his chest when he sees your crestfallen expression. “i really am sorry!” and he is. “i bet you’re nice—“

you hold up a hand, a universal sign to shut the hell up, you’re making it worse, idiot. “it’s fine. you don’t have to say anything else aside from a ‘no’, reo-san.” the smile you give him is pretty painful. or is it painfully pretty? “thank you for your time.”

reo blinks when you swivel around. he feels incredibly horrible, to be frank.

reo watches you leave until you’re out of sight, only snapping out of it when nagi shoulders him to tune back into the laughter of his classmates, teasing him relentlessly about the confession.

“man, are you always this nice to your fans?” one of them snickers. “you’re sick for leading the l/n y/n on.”

reo frowns. “i’m not leading them on, i’m just trying not to be an ass to people who admire me, unlike some people.”

“oooh…”

reo sighs, leaning against nagi’s terrifyingly solid figure. “y/n, huh?” he mumbles.

the hallways are unusually empty today. reo is usually swarmed by students from his class or even others, especially during the hour of lunch break.

there seems to be an influx of students crowding downstairs, though, judging by the faint cheers he can hear all the way from the fourth floor.

someone passes him, brushing his forearm, and reo almost ignores it.

“oh, hi, reo-san!” the voice says, and it snaps him right out of his wondering.

reo blinks, doing a double take. “ah, y/n.”

you skid to a halt, facing him over your shoulder with a pleasantly surprised expression. “you know my name already?”

reo feels caught, somehow. he doesn’t know what to say, so he nods and smoothly switches subjects. “where are you runnin’ off to?”

you don’t move from where you’ve stopped, and reo feels the need to catch up, so he jogs like an obedient dog. the nearly terrifying grin you shoot him does little to cover your amusement. “you’ve been spacing out during class, top of the class? there’s a parade going on right now for the school festival, i’m heading down to watch.”

oh. so that’s where everyone went.

in reo’s defense, he went to the bathroom minutes before break—most likely when the teacher announced anything regarding a parade. and nagi is nowhere to be seen to inform him about it. knowing nagi, he’s hiding away on some random floor’s stairs to play games on his phones quietly.

reo nudges you with an elbow and realizes halfway through that he never asked if you’re even okay with him doing that. he clears his throat, “let me come with you, then.”

“c’mon, pretty boy.” you pick up the pace, and he could’ve tripped on air hearing that. “don’t make me miss out on the fun waiting for a snail like you.”

reo makes a show of scoffing, but he can’t hide the smile in his voice.

you both make your way downstairs, chatting idly all the while. it’s small talk—mindless, almost, but reo finds himself relaxing quickly in your presence like he didn’t just meet you yesterday. like you didn’t just ask him out, and he rejected you yesterday.

“ahh, the stalls are up already?” you frown, scanning the area and onto the line of students swarming the field. “i thought they wouldn’t be serving anything this early.”

“if it’s what you’re worried about, it’ll be my treat,” reo finds himself offering without thinking.

“will it, now?”

minutes later, you two find yourselves walking out of the line of stalls with bags of snacks and street foods (even trinkets you weren’t planning to buy but reo wanted you to have). it was all a blur. reo didn’t know he could start from roaming the hallways to having a nearly empty wallet with you by his side.

blinking incredulously at the heap of bags slung over your forearms, you say, “i’ll pay next time.”

reo shrugs, pleased with himself but trying so hard not to show it. “it’s fine.”

“what? no, it’s not fine. i’ll pay you back,” you say, stern. there is no room for dispute.

“it’s really no big deal…” and it’s not. he gets enough money to fill up his wallet easily once more. upon seeing your glare, he concedes. “fine, do what you want.”

your bright smile at that response makes him realize something about you.

reo is ashamed to say it, but ever since yesterday, he’s been noticing you more and more often.

it’s embarrassing to admit that he hasn’t paid attention before, but it’s even more embarrassing to realize that he keeps finding you everywhere—it’s almost incredulous to think that he has never met you earlier.

what’s worse is that reo is excited when he does catch sight of you.

images of your moment with him come to him in a flash, and he almost fucks it all up by approaching you out of nowhere—he could, but he doesn’t know what you still think of him after that. he, for one, would feel as if he’s being pitied when the person he confessed his feelings to starts coming up to him without any good reason.

that’s the thing: reo can’t think of a good reason.

“stop overthinking,” is all nagi says to reo’s mindless rambling of his current crisis (read: above). “you shouldn’t look too deep into it, idiot. if y/n can confess to you just because, then y/n can tell you to screw off if you make things weird.”

that is surprisingly a piece of very reasonable and thought-provoking advice.

“okay,” reo says. it makes sense.

he doesn’t have to do anything, though, because nagi looks up from his phone, sees something, and tells him reo can just text him what happens because he’s heading straight home.

“what? what? where are you going, nagi?”

“reo-san—” reo jumps in surprise, “—sorry, did i scare you? haha, that was cute!” he turns and sees you grinning up at him, impudent like you hear precisely what is going in his head.

“y/n,” he says, horrified to feel sudden warmth crawling up his cheeks. how do you keep doing that? “when did you…”

“are you free? i still have to pay you back, don’t i?”

he wants to say that if you feel like you owe something, you don’t, and reo doesn’t care about the money he spent on you, seeing how much fun you had yesterday. yet the excitement evident in your voice kills off the rebuttal on the tip of his tongue.

reo finds himself laughing, mostly out of disbelief. “alright.”

you beam, his expression softens, and the sunset is beautiful this afternoon.

“come on, i know this really good place,” you tell him, reaching for his hand like it’s natural. reo’s eye catches on the charm dangling on your bag. his heart does something weird when he realizes it’s what he picked out for you. “you mentioned you like ichibo steak yesterday, right? you’re in luck.”

reo should really get checked up. he’s been feeling incredibly warm lately.

you two decide to ride a taxi. reo texts nagi that he is out on a platonic—emphasized platonic, in bold, italic, and even underlined—date with you, as friends, and all because you felt guilty. the sticker nagi sends in return says he does not care.

along the way, you two fall into easy conversation once again. reo feels so relaxed that he doesn’t realize until later how wide his grin is. and when he does, it’s when he starts to notice everything else, too.

“it’s weird! i just passed them, and they gave me weird looks. i wanted to square up and ask, what? you wanna fight? i would beat them, no doubt,” you say, huffing. reo chuckles a little. at the sound, you pout. “what’re you laughing at? you don’t believe me?”

“of course i believe you.”

you grin. “that’s right.”

the car stops, and you pay for the ride before reo could even blink and lead him outside. your enthusiasm is endearing, reo has to admit. it feels like you actually like him and like being with him.

the gentle hold you have on him, the way your fingers are absentmindedly rubbing circles on his skin, the way his brain is melting out of his ears—when did he get so soft like this? it’s insane.

it probably means he is happy to have you as a friend, right?

in a seat for four people, reo pointedly decides to sit next to you because sitting across would make it look weird—it will feel like an actual date, and reo is not sure how he can handle the thought of that.

you don’t question it, and reo feels embarrassed to think you probably think he’s so strange that you don’t blink at it. instead, you tug him closer by the sleeve, pointing at his favorite food with sparkling eyes. it’s adorable. you’re so damn excited that it’s rubbing off on him.

reo’s mouth again runs off before his brain can catch up. “are you alright with us hanging out like this? after…”

you understand immediately. reo can’t quite see your expression properly because you’re leaning down to study the menu; however, your answer seems unfazed: “i don’t mind. i like you, don’t i? you already knew that, so that’s a silly question.”

you turn to him, smiling. “of course i’d like being with you, too.”

“ah.” reo’s face is on fire. “so… why did you even like me?”

“hm.” you make a motion of rubbing your index finger and thumb together. “money.”

reo eyes you with a scrunched nose, speechless.

you laugh brightly. “kidding! kidding! kind of.” reo nudges your knee with his as a warning. “okay, okay. i thought you’re cute, alright?”

“really?”

“really.”

it’s almost enough to make him forget how your face fell when he rejected you. almost.

is it normal to think about that so much?

(no. the answer is no, obviously. but reo doesn’t want to think about the reason why it’s a no.)

reo slouches against the seat, his arm brushing against your side. “oh.”

“that was so good,” reo groans. he burps inelegantly afterward, laughing along with you. “fuck, you were right. i’m coming back here again.”

you snort, waving your fork around. “i told you! i’m never wrong, don’t doubt me about anything ever again.” there’s sauce on the side of your mouth; reo brushes it off with his thumb without thinking, as if in a trance.

you pause, going still. you’re staring at him wide-eyed, flustered, and reo finds himself thinking that he likes that look on you.

he snaps out of it the second after, blushing profusely. “sorry, i don’t—” to save himself from explaining, he calls for the waiter for the bill instead. real smooth, reo. did it like a real rich kid.

“hey, wait, why are you paying?” you ask, frowning.

“you already paid for the ride earlier, remember? you don’t owe me anything right now, so let me pay.”

“reo—”

the waiter comes, reo scans the receipt quickly, and slips money in. he also tells them to keep the change, to which the waiter starts bowing and thanking him for, which probably means he paid them more than he’s supposed to.

you slump, bottom lip jutted out. “now i’m indebted to you again.”

reo grins. “i know.”

you become something else to him entirely. more than friends, though not quite lovers. tip-toeing lines, ready to risk it all, but never crossing over.

reo laments this to nagi, who he realizes suddenly becomes an expert.

“for someone who didn’t hesitate to reject y/n, you’re quick to regret it every day,” nagi remarks. “don’t be stupid, reo. the answer is right there— oh, i lost.” nagi is sad now, not that reo can see it because he’s having a crisis.

by the time reo realizes that what he feels for you is more than a simple crush, it’s far too late. he’s on the bus, your last message with him is a goodbye, and his life is flipped upside down.

TIMESKIP

reo sits alone on a bench in the middle of a public park, holding a popsicle and checking his watch occasionally. his knee bounces, impatient, but his last text will stay as: i’ll wait for you no matter how long.

he sighs, his head slowly tilting up to face the sky.

it’s as beautiful as he remembers it—the day he regrets more than anything. all that’s left is for birds to chirp and leaves to dance around his feet.

he had to reject his friends’ offer to go out, as it’s not often blue lock members are given off days. however, it’s a small price to pay if he gets to see you again.

“i’m here!”

reo nearly jolts in surprise, his whole body instinctively preening at the familiar melody of your voice. he turns, and his heart bursts.

it’s been so long. too long. yet every detail about you is still the same as he daydreams about when it gets a little too lonely: from your smile to the way you’re looking at him with overwhelming fondness. there’s no mistaking it—the happiness tickling his chest says more than words could.

he is so fucking in love.

you stand there, a little nervous and hesitant like you’re ready to run with one wrong move.

so reo won’t fuck this up. not anymore or ever.

“y/n,” he breathes, tugging you by the arm to pull you closer. “i missed you.”

“i missed you, too,” you say, melting in his grasp. “i didn’t think you’d— i didn’t expect you to still want to see me after high school.”

“don’t be stupid,” he chides, gently flicking your forehead. “of course i’d want to see you.” your gaze shifts to the plastic he’s holding in his other hand, and he almost smacks his face for forgetting. “right, here. i bought you ice cream because it’s a bit hot today. thought you’d like it.”

“so thoughtful,” you coo, poking his cheek before gratefully taking the popsicle from him.

he pats the vacant spot next to him. it took all his willpower and rationality to not gesture his lap.

“um,” you fidget, tongue darting out quickly to lick on the icy treat. reo is not getting distracted, he’s not. “what was the question you said you wanted to ask? that text almost made me want to chuck my phone across the room, you know? we haven’t talked for months, and that’s the first thing you send me.”

“sorry,” reo can’t help but chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “i just want to do this before i regret anything again.”

“you have regrets with me?” you frown, hurt.

reo nods, and fuck it, reaches out to cup your chin. there’s a smidge of melted ice cream; he swipes it away with a thumb. “the day we met,” he says distractedly.

there’s a moment where you can only look at him incredulously, a little offended. but understanding dawns on your face soon after. “that was the day i confessed.”

he nods, proud. “you’re still indebted to me, aren’t you?”

“yes? you made sure you were the last one to pay for anything when you won me that plushie at the arcade a week before you left,” you recall fondly.

“alright, then.” reo takes your free hand to pull you closer to him, stunning you to silence. the popsicle starts melting at the sides—it could be from the heat or from how intense reo is staring at you. “pay me back by going out with me. as your boyfriend.”

THIS IS SO RUSHED I KNOWWW but take it and appreciate it please i dont even kno where the reo brainworms came from

eichi tenshouin x reader where reader is also sickly like him. they were once strangers until they both met in the hospital, their patient rooms only a few halls apart as their friendship grew even closer with every visit.

one day, eichi brought a bouquet of flowers as he looked forward to seeing you again; only to find the hospital room you once filled empty.

this is a test post im trying to se what went wrong in the tags when i try posting this

message to requester | mwaaaaa here it is miomiau! this is right up my alley thank you i love domestic life sm

reposted (original wasn't in tags)

domestic married life w/ hasumi keito

fluff, established relationship, gn!reader

wc; 11320

If there was anything that Keito cared about just as much as you, it would be living with you, as your husband. It was a dream come true for Keito, something he could better see writing as Mizuhanome-sensei for a manga than actually doing it with you- now that it had actually happened, he didn’t regret it one bit. 

Now, Keito couldn’t imagine waking up on a cold bed- a bed without you there. It was warm, homey, not just “a bed”. It wasn’t just his, it was yours and his. It was no longer cold when he woke up; it was warm. Somehow, despite being better rested, he wanted to stay in longer with you. He no longer dragged himself out of bed, worried about the day ahead of him. Rather, he woke up to the sight of you. He was the one to hit the alarm clock, wanting an extra 5 minutes (which was really more than 5 minutes), but he got up anyways, stretching before he made his way off the bed. If you woke up at the same time he did, he’d be sure to gently nudge you awake, still rubbing his own eyes open and trying to find his glasses on the nightstand. 

If you want breakfast, he’ll have it made for you. Now, Keito isn’t the most experienced cook out there, but he’s not bad at cooking either. He’s a steady learner; you’ll be able to see his improvement as time goes on. He will attempt to make any kind of breakfast you want, as long as there’s time for it. He is always willing to put in the effort, just for you. If he has time, he’ll sit and have it with you; he wouldn’t oppose having a bite of his own dish. Plus, you’re there with him, and spending time with you is the most fulfilling.

Mornings with Keito, no matter what day, are somewhat fast-paced. He doesn’t like to rush; he doesn’t do his best work when it’s rushed. He takes enough time to get it done nicely. While he does adapt his routine to make sure you’re not rushed as well, he also tries to balance it with whatever work demands of him. He’s always doing something, but it doesn’t mean that he won’t take a moment to listen to you or respond to you. You’re always on his mind, and it makes his morning so much better when you’re with him. 

When you part with Keito, or rather when Keito parts with you in the morning, it’s surprisingly romantic. He lets out a mumbled “I love you,” before giving you a quick peck on the cheek or the lips, whichever you prefer, and perhaps a hug that he doesn’t want to let go of too soon. One last savor of bliss before going out to the stress of work, Keito makes it so every day.  

Keito is busy, and it’s normal that he works long, regular hours. That’s just who Keito Hasumi is. He misses you too, when you’re separated for so long. Somehow, even if he would have nothing to do when you were doing the things you needed to do, it would be nice to have him there. There was just something about Keito that made it better to do anything with him around, even if he couldn’t really help you with it. His presence simply made it better.

For Keito, you’re on his mind- not in a distracting way, but you help him remember that there are things he needs to do, besides work- like taking care of himself. When he feels stressed, he thinks of you. When he feels like he needs something, he thinks of you- you who tells him to get enough water, eat enough for lunch, get up and take a walk when his legs and back hurt from working without stopping. And when he’s finally done for the day, he’s no longer worried about tomorrow’s work, he’s occupied with thoughts of you- and that’s a good thing. 

Home is partially empty without Keito, before he comes back from work. It’s a little lonely, although it isn’t too big or too small, but it’s simply incomplete. It’s hard not to think about Keito before he comes back, but it’s not too hard to do what you need to do before he comes back. So many things remind you of Keito; he’s so ingrained into your life. 

But when Keito does get home, it always brings joy, no matter that you experience this every day he goes to work (which is very often). He greets you with a hug, his hands gently around you, and an almost whispered “I missed you,”- and now’s the best time to sneak in a kiss. He may even give you a kiss, quickly connecting his lips with yours for a short moment, before his lips form a smile you couldn’t see elsewhere. 

As for dinner plans, Keito’s up for anything good- anything both you and he likes. If you want him to, he’ll cook something you want. He’s not half bad, though there are times he’d rather order something to eat at home. At dinner, Keito’s surprisingly talkative. Perhaps it’s that he regains energy from the food, or he’s just happy to be with you- or perhaps it’s both- but he talks quite a lot at the dinner table. Work is an easy topic for him to talk about, especially when there are a lot of promising plans in place, but he’s always open to talking about anything else- even a manga idea he’s just a bit partial to write. 

Keito loves the idea of simply relaxing at home- sitting with you on the couch watching TV shows you like, sitting on the bed reading, or sitting on the balcony and looking out (it’s a surprisingly nice view). Sometimes, he’ll suggest a walk to the convenience store, hand in hand. It’s not always the convenience store; sometimes you’ll go out to the park or a drive around town, quietly talking as you enjoy the scenery. While it’s not the most impressive in the world, it’s quiet and comfortable.

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꒰ pairing ꒱ — itoshi rin x gn!reader

꒰ summary ꒱ — rin is cold to everyone, but maybe he'll warm up to you.

꒰ content warnings ꒱ — 2k wc, college au, reader wears a skirt, mentions of injury + a little blood.

you aren't one to believe in silly superlatives, but the last few months have helped you understand why itoshi rin is regarded as the most unapproachable student on campus.

he works alone and during the moments when he's required to collaborate, the man is incredibly blunt. outside of class, you rarely see him accompanied by anyone other than his team and even then he never seems thrilled to be around them. the aloof expression he constantly wears only solidifies everyone's perception of him—everyone's but yours.

you're a firm believer that people are more than they let on and rin is no different. beneath his frigid exterior, there's something more. at least, that's what you've been telling yourself for the last several weeks. if you weren't convinced, how else would you explain your efforts of getting close to him?

you're on a mission, one to see if you can chip away, thaw, the icy exterior that encases itoshi rin.

"rin!" you shout, but your call doesn't elicit any sort of response—he doesn't pause, doesn't turn his head, just keeps walking as though your voice is nothing more than a gust of wind. his disregard fails to deter you as you pick up your pace to catch up with rin's long strides. it takes a bit but when you finally do, you smile and link your arm with his. you look up at him before asking, "hey, didn't you hear me calling your name?"

"i did. i was just ignoring you." his teal eyes finally spare you a short glance before he's shaking you off, pulling his arm out of your hold and stuffing his hand in the pocket of his long, beige coat. it's you again, he thinks.

you remind him of something—a gnat, that's it. small and bothersome but easy to swat away. though, just like them, you always seem to make your way back. he's grown used to your repeated appearances, even if he finds them slightly bothersome.

"this is why you don't have any friends, you know." you sigh, the stream of air that leaves your mouth visible as a foggy cloud in front of you. you peer up at him through your eyelashes. "you're so cold."

he's silent in response to your statement and you expected as much. still, you send him a smile and continue talking. "i'm willing to look past that, though. what are you doing now?"

"going home." rin hopes his answer is enough to dispel whatever thought is brewing in your head.

"perfect! so you're free." he turns to you with a frown. what part of "going home" gave you the impression that he had nothing else to do? "wanna go get sushi? it's on campus so we wouldn't have to go far."

"no thanks." he looks away to finalize his answer.

"aw, come on, rin." if you're going to get anywhere, you can't keep letting him brush you off. "it doesn't have to be sushi," you try to bargain, but he doesn't budge, only continues toward his destination.

maybe you should just drop it, try again another time, but your body has other ideas. you take a few quick steps forward so you're standing in front of rin. you're walking partially backward as your next words come out. "we can get whatever you w-"

the ground beneath your feet doesn't feel as stable as it did a moment ago, it's slippery now, enough to make you lose your balance. you slide forward on a patch of ice before the concrete is back under you. the bottoms of your shoes catch on the roughness of the ground, launching your forward. your knees and the heels of your palms skim the sidewalk, drawing a pained gasp from your lungs.

"shit, are you okay?" rin's voice cuts through the air, and it's closer than it was when you were upright. you turn your head to find his face right beside yours. his eyes are zoned in on your hands and you swear you can see a glint of concern pass over them.

"i'm fine," you tell him, sitting back on your knees and painting on a smile to cover up the pain. you shake your hands at the wrist but the cool air only bites at your open wounds. "it just stings a little."

you're a lousy liar, rin thinks. did you think he wouldn't notice the breath of air you sucked in just now? blue-green irises scan over your hands and knees. the fall was enough to tear your tights and break the skin. there's blood slowly pooling from the surface of each scratch.

"come on," rin sighs, straightening up and shrugging his coat off his shoulders. you stare up at him with lips parted in confusion. he jerks his head in a silent gesture for you to stand up.

"where are we going?" you ask, carefully boosting yourself up from off the ground.

"to my apartment." he glances at your outfit before holding out his coat to you. "put this on."

you want to ask him why but you figure your constant questioning will put him off. you keep your lips sealed as you accept his coat, slinging it over your much thinner zip-up. your eyes dart back to where he's standing—or where he was standing. he's not there anymore but it only takes a tilt of your head to find him. he's bent at the knee in front of you and his arm reaches over his shoulder to pat his back. "get on."

your eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and triumph. the gesture itself catches you off guard—before now, it was hard to ever picture rin being so... helpful, chivalrous. on the other hand, this is the first of what you hope becomes many wins in your pursuit of melting away what you think is his frosty façade.

a quiet laugh pushes past your lips as you bend down to wrap your arms around rin's neck. he hooks his hands under your knees, a low grunt rumbling in his chest as he rises up from his position.

you can't help but think it would be a lot colder if you weren't wearing rin's coat. maybe you should have taken a look at the weather before you decided to put a skirt on this morning. it's only then that it strikes you—he didn't give you the jacket to keep you warm, he gave it to you to keep you covered. if the length of the outerwear wasn't draped over your legs, this piggyback ride would be a lot more compromising.

your cheeks and the tips of your ears are flaming hot compared to the nip of the cold air. you aren't sure if you're flustered because of the close call or the fact that rin was attentive and considerate enough to protect your decency. he's a lot more thoughtful than he puts on.

despite your fall being entirely unintentional, you have to say, the timing couldn't have been better. the walk to rin's apartment isn't far at all and if you hadn't found a way to stop him, you wouldn't have gotten through to him today.

with you still on his back, rin fishes out his keys from his pocket, sticking one into the keyhole and twisting until a click signals that the front door is unlocked. you can't see far into the apartment over his shoulder, but the kitchen and the little glimpse of the living room are exactly what you expected—neat. there are no dirty dishes littered about the counters and the blanket hanging over the back of the couch is tidily folded.

the bathroom is directly to the right of the entrance and rin nudges the door open with his foot to allow the both of you in. he kneels in front of the toilet, setting you down on the closed lid. you survey the scratches on your palms as rin washes his hands and grabs the first-aid kit he keeps under the sink. he kneels down in front of you to start treating the scrapes on your knees.

the process is a silent one, rin's focus solely on cleaning your wounds. the silence makes you want to squirm but the thought of being reprimanded by rin keeps you glued to your spot. his presence is always overwhelming but much less so when it's accompanied by conversation. so, you speak, "this is your fault, you know."

he stills for a split second before continuing, but you don't miss the way his eyebrows knit together. “how is you slipping my fault?”

you bite your lip to hold back a laugh. the empty statement was merely a poor attempt at breaking the silence, but you're beginning to think that you can use this to your advantage. "i was just trying to be nice and invite you out. if you agreed to lunch with me, this all would have been avoidable."

rin clicks his tongue. he knows what you're doing; you're trying to guilt trip him, make him feel bad. and he does, he recognizes—but not for the reasons you think. he's never been particularly benevolent but something drove him to act today, something he can't quite put his finger on. all he can say for sure is that he wouldn't be doing this for just anyone.

"don't worry, though." your voice brings rin back to reality from his thoughts. his teal gaze lands on your face and you smile. it's pretty, the thinks, but there's a gleam in your eyes that isn't as sweet. "i know how you can make it up to me."

"am i not doing that now?" he asks as he finishes bandaging your second knee.

you ignore his question, holding your palms up at rin's nod toward them. "i'll forgive you if you take me up on my offer. going out for lunch, i mean."

a gnat. persistent and pesky.

"what makes you think i want your forgiveness?" his words, the bluntness of them, starkly contrasts his touch. the lithe finger applying antibiotic ointment to your torn skin is gentle, tender even.

"maybe you don't," you hum curiously. you were sure he would have given in by now but his resolve was starting to seem unbreakable. there's one strategy you have left, one you were hoping you wouldn't have to turn to. although, you suppose you could always go back on your word. and rin didn't have to know that.

you clear your throat resolutely in hopes that your next statement comes out smoothly. "i'll leave you alone if you humor me this once."

rin almost snorts. he highly doubts that will be the case with your track record and all. despite his skepticism, he doesn't immediately jump to rejecting you and the lack of a prompt "no" surprises you both.

rin sticks the last square band-aid to your hand while he contemplates your proposal. something about this unplanned interaction has surfaced unfamiliar feelings from the depths of his heart. he still doesn't understand why he decided to lend you a helping hand, but he figures there must have been a reason—one that he'll come closer to finding out if he swallows his pride and agrees to your outing.

"fine." he sits back on his heels, letting his hands rest on his thighs.

you blink at the one-word answer. "fine?"

"that's what i said." rin stands up from his place on the floor and starts toward the door. he looks over his shoulder to see you still seated. "come on before i change my mind."

it would be dumb of you to miss this opportunity—the one that you had sacrificed your physical well-being and a pair of cute tights for—all because you're awestruck. so you quickly stand and scurry over to rin with a satisfied grin.

you can feel him tense beside you when you loop your arm through his once more. "i knew you'd warm up to me."

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Hi! I'm on a sae brainrot lately it's gonna consume me and your fics are soo good😫 can I req a sae with reader in love with him despite being friends with rin, I just love the idea of rin being annoyed with the two of them giving each other heart eyes when reader comes over to their house, thank you sooo much!

think of this as an au where the itoshi brothers aren’t as insane and strained ur welcome ALSO ANON HELPP this idea is so funny

rin doesn’t consider himself as someone who has homicidal urges. on a good day, at least.

but you are making it harder and harder not to just strangle you and yell out strings of profanity whenever you sigh dreamily over his brother.

his big brother, of all people. rin knows that he and sae are pretty popular, but for his best friend to be head over heels for his brother when you should be immune to the itoshi bloodline is a bit absurd.

“it’s the best friend’s brother thing,” bachira said. rin has no idea what that means, but apparently, it’s when people go crazy over the best friend’s brother. rin hopes that none of sae’s friends are giving him the same googly eyes you do whenever sae passes by—that would be horrifying.

“he’s so handsome,” you explained to him when he asked why you are so obsessed with his brother in blood. “so—! just soo fucking—” and then rin asked you to not finish that sentence because he might have to damage his eardrums by hand if you continue.

that’s not even the worst part, no.

a normal person (like rin) would think that, okay, pining isn’t that bad. crushes are normal. my friend’s weird obsession with wanting to kiss my brother stupid is normal, maybe. but no. it’s not that easy. rin cannot just coax you to move on or force to imply anything in case sae hunts him down.

because his big brother, itoshi sae, is in love with you.

rin doesn’t know when— how it started. he just found out when you had to come up to rin to ask for something and left like a frightened deer, and sae, dead-inside, doesn’t-give-a-fuck-about-you sae, kept staring at you until you were out of sight. there was a smile on his face—a fond one, if that makes it any better.

(it does not. rin didn’t even know what to say at this point. his hands are itching.)

“that’s just a little brother thing,” shidou remarked once when rin lamented about his worrying urge to throttle you and sae simultaneously. rin understands that one, at least.

you have to come over today.

it’s not a big deal since you’ve come to his room to hang out before. it’s not always voluntary on rin’s part; you just appear out of nowhere, carrying pillows and about three blankets, materializing out of nowhere and onto his doorstep.

the difference is that his brother is back in japan, and you’re coming over today.

why is this a problem?

well, for starters: rin is not fond of seeing you make a fool of yourself and cry about it to him later on. he sleeps through it, usually, but you smack his head when you meet again, and he is afraid he might get brain damage soon.

second, rin only stays in his room, so it is where you follow. if the time comes you leave, sae will interrogate the hell out of him and give the coldest glares out of sheer jealousy. rin cannot be bothered to explain that no, he doesn’t like you that way, and sae is free to take you.

he doesn’t want to expose you like that, though. he is not that much of an asshole. as horrible and hilarious it is to watch you trip over yourself to see him, rin knows you genuinely like sae.

rin sees it in the way you smile helplessly whenever anyone mentions him, and rin can tell that it’s serious. you’re still his friend; he still cares about how this will work out for you.

“rin, i’m telling you,” you say, and in your excitement—or hysteria, really—you fail to notice that your voice is terribly loud. “shidou is out to get me. i have nightmares about him hunting me down because i beat him four times. he has a bat with nails on it.”

“let him win, then,” rin deadpans.

although it is his house, he’s the one trailing after you. mostly to make sure you don’t eat all the ice cream. again.

“i can’t lose to shidou, rin. that’s a stain on my resume.”

“then don’t dream about shidou with a bat with nails on it.”

“you’re the life of the party, itoshi.”

you yelp as you turn into a sharp corner on the way to his room. rin blinks at the sound and visibly deflates when he realizes who you’ve crashed into. he holds back a groan, knowing precisely what’s coming next.

cue: romantic guitar, doves flying, bells ringing.

“y/n,” sae says, holding you up by the shoulders.

“...sae,” you reply, belatedly. and then proceed to gape at him as if you forgot that he is rin’s brother and they live together for that reason.

“nii-chan,” rin says, too, because he really is not in the mood to witness this.

sae blinks up at rin. “where are you two going?”

rin hesitates. “my room.” you’re still steaming because sae is still holding you.

sae narrows his eyes.

“y-you can join us!” you blabber, refusing to meet sae’s eyes—which is horrible, really, because if you just took a single glance at sae, you’d see how his eyes softened impossibly.

“don’t say that.” rin scowls. he already has it rough having one lovesick freak in his room; he is not fit to handle two simultaneously, for each other, too.

“i’ll join,” sae decides instantly, staring right at you. rin wants to throw his hands in the air. “what did you say about shidou?”

thx for reading i had too much fun w this LMFAOOO

Hiiii! i love ur writings and I've decided to send in a request if you don't mind, can you do one with Sae finding out that his s/o was sent to the hospital because their fever got worse?

Feel free to ignore this request if you want to tho,, Thank you and have a nice day!!

𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬~

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♡ gn! Reader X Sae Itoshi

♡ Warnings: sickness, hospital, nickname (love)

♡ Summary: Sae is abroad, when he receives a call that your fever has landed you in the hospital 

This was probably the worst time possible to catch the flu, your boyfriend, Itoshi Sae, is thousands of kilometers away, back in Spain for a football match while you're barely able to move with the constant ache in your joints. 

Everything hurts, your nose is clogged, making it almost impossible to take proper breaths, and your body is constantly changing in-between feeling scalding hot and ice-cold. Your fever had been steadily rising throughout the day, and the medicine you took in the morning doesn't seem to be helping at all. You'd do anything to be in Sae's embrace right now, to be comforted by him, to be held by him. 

But you know how he is, focused on becoming the player in the world and probably training non-stop to prepare for the upcoming match. You don't want to call Sae and distract him from his tight schedule, maybe even risking him coming back and skipping the match. You don't want to be a bother to Sae, you don't want to burden him. 

Once evening arrives everything seems to worsen, you suddenly don't even have enough energy to get out of bed anymore, sweating profusely while panicking about what's happening to you. You're scared. 

"You should've called me sooner, you don't look well y/n" your friend says as she sits down on the edge of your bed, the back of her hand carefully placed against your hot forehead. "Your fever is worrying me."

"I'm sorry... I didn't want to bother you..." You mutter quietly, voice hoarse. 

"I'm guessing Sae doesn't know anything about this either." You shake your head in response, the action causing your neck to ache. Your friend huffs, "Y/N, I know you don't want to distract him while he's abroad and training, but I bet he would be pretty upset if he knew that you're keeping the fact you're sick from him." 

You frown, hands playing with the hem of your fluffy comforter. "I just know he's really busy and also kinda stressed right now, I don't wanna add to that with my issues..." 

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sure he wouldn't mind it. But let's focus on getting you back to health for now." Lovingly, she combs a hand through your sweaty hair, and unconsciously you lean into the loving touch you've been longing for since waking up and feeling under the weather. 

"Your temperature is at 40°, we need to get you to a doctor, like immediately."

"I'm fine, besides all doctor's offices are closed now, don't worry about it, I'll just sleep it off." You say with a little shake of your hand, but it's even an immense struggle to lift your arm. 

"You're burning up and can barely breathe, please don't be ridiculous." You can see the worry in her eyes. "I'm driving you to the hospital. No arguing, can you get up?" Of course not, she realizes that the question is redundant, and opts for just carrying you. All of your protests and feeble attempts to reassure her that you're fine fall on deaf ears as you both sit in your friend's car.

You don't remember much of what happened after arriving at the hospital, exhausted and mind in a haze, being examined by doctors, hooked up to monitors and having to stay the night, being placed in a room that's so white it makes your eyes burn, that's all you remember before falling into a deep slumber.

Sae is beyond exhausted when he finally sets foot into the hospital room, a steady rhythm of beeps greets him and for a moment he just stares at your unconscious figure lying in the white hospital bed before he makes his way over to the plastic chair right next to it. Quietly he groans, stretching out his tired limbs, he's been cramped up in a plane seat for hours, taking the quickest flight home he could find, driven by worry, being able to think about nothing but how you're doing. 

Carefully he takes your hand in his, it's much colder than usual, he notes. Gently, his other hand caresses your cheek, taking in your features, looking so peaceful in your sleep. Worry swirls in Sae's stomach, sure he's seen you sick before in your years of being in a relationship, but never has it landed you in the hospital. And on top of that, he knows that you never admit how bad you're actually feeling, always reassuring him that the pain isn't too bad when you injured yourself and never wanting to bother him with your worries and problems. Sure, Sae has a lot on his plate, but it's never too much to not have time to care about you anymore, Sae will always make time for you. 

You groan quietly, eyes blinking open, temporarily blinded by the bright white lights. A warm hand is tightly holding onto yours, and you can tell just by the feel of the calloused thumb brushing against the back of your hand who it belongs to. 

"Sae?" Your vision's still blurry, but you don't need to see, to know that it's your boyfriend who's sitting right next to you. 

"Hey love." He says softly, thumb brushing against your cheek, face feeling much cooler compared to a few hours ago. 

"Are you real?"

Sae snorts silently, "Yeah, I am." 

The sleepy haze is completely gone now, mind solely focused on the fact that he should not be here with you right now. He should be thousands of kilometers away to prepare for his match. "B-but you're supposed to be in Spain!" You exclaim, while trying to sit up. 

Gently, Sae pushes you back onto the pillow, "You shouldn't strain your body, don't waste your energy on this." You frown in response, the way your eyebrows knit together oh so cute in Sae's opinion. "I came back as soon as Ayaka called and told me she brought you to the hospital. I was worried like crazy and took the first flight home and immediately came here." 

Now that he's saying it, you notice how tired Sae looks, eye bags very apparent and hair a bit disheveled. He's still wearing his black sweatpants, and pullover from practice, not having taken the time to change. 

"I'm so sorry, Sae..." You mutter, now too ashamed to meet his emerald eyes. 

"No, don't be. I'm not gonna let you feel guilty about this." 

"But you're going to miss the match." You protest, and he shakes his head, letting out a sigh. 

"So what, you're more important! One match won't make or break my career, besides, I wouldn't have been able to focus on soccer anyway while knowing you're in the hospital." 

"That's why I didn't want you to know, so you don't get distracted." 

Sae exhales loudly, "Don't say that, you're not a distraction...well maybe, but in a good way, but that's beside the point." You can tell that Sae's struggling to convey his emotions, your thumb softly stroking his as reassurance to keep going. "You're incredibly important to me, so I don't care about flying back here at the ass crack of dawn, missing the game or not getting any sleep. I just wish you would've told me. I know you would be pretty upset if I would do the same. You're not burdening me, because I love you, and when I tell you, I was worried out of my mind. Now move over." 

Sae takes off his shoes and then lies down next to you, pulling you against his side, careful with the cables and iv connecting to you. Your head rests on his toned chest, his arm holding you close to his body, Sae's comforting warmth engulfing you. 

"I'm really glad you're here, I missed you." 

Sae hums in response, hugging you even closer, "I missed you too, a lot." 

His warmth seeps into every crevice of your body, and you feel whole again, maybe it's the painkillers they gave you, or maybe it's Sae's comforting embrace, but suddenly the uncomfortable ache in your joints is gone, the pain replaced with a feeling of contentment. 

Sae makes sure you have everything that you might need during your stay in the hospital, he brings you some of his clothes to wear (he claims they are more comfortable than yours), books, and your tablet, so you can keep yourself entertained and even your favorite snacks. He disregards all worries of getting sick himself and simply focuses on being there for you, on comforting you. 

A/N: Ahhh thank you for the request anon!! You're so sweet, I'm glad you like my writing <3 The way I literally have thought about this scenario in the past-

I really love the idea of Sae just dropping everything to be with his s/o when they need him

He's a soft boy, he would do that, I just know it <3

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