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16. “Thank you” | “for what?” | “for coming into my life” (Itoshi Rin) 

request from @tsukishiro-yue2402 thank you for requesting. no header photo bcs my storage is slowly dying haha…

i don’t really expect this to get much attention since most of my rin post didn’t but either way i enjoyed writing this and that’s all that matters. 

mistakes will be corrected once i reread, lowercase intended, no specified gender. 

Itoshi Rin, he was a talented boy but not most people had approached him since most people find him intimidating and hard to communicate with. 

so itoshi rin had always been alone because he claims friends to be a distraction for him to beat his brother. but what shocked him the most was that there was this one person who just approached him out of nowhere. 

they were known as the transferee student. the moment they arrived in the school, they were immediately liked and loved by other people. rumors and gossips spread like wildfire in the whole school. it hasn’t even been a day and there’s already alot of rumors of this person. 

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it fell off. now i have to pay up 300 pesos the next time i'm going to the dentist for braces adjustment. shit

i ate too much candies now my bracket is on the verge of falling off

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x : LOVE OF A KIND :*+ﾟ

in which: kaiser needs to be reassured that you love him, even if it's just a fraction of how special you are to him.

warnings: 2.3k words, toothrotting fluff and minor angst, kaiser is intoxicated, mentions of alcohol and clubbing, insecure!kaiser, gn!reader, BAD WRITING and ooc!kaiser probably, established relationship, if this flops i will cry. here we love pathetic men.

a/n: fuck you @kruinka for birthing this. actually fuck you. that's the a/n. enjoy whatever this is!

it’s approximately 1am when your phone vibrates violently on the kitchen counter, disturbing the gentle, unrushed ambience of friday evening (or saturday morning) in your apartment. pressing the space bar of your laptop with a lot more force than necessary, the show you were watching pauses as you throw the blankets off you, the chill of the air seeping into your body with each step you take.

noticing the contact name, you accept the call readily, pressing the ‘speaker’ option. immediately, you hear the noise of club music, people singing along and indistinct chatter.

“hello?” you ask, directly into the microphone.

“y/n?” ness’s voice returns.

“hey, what’s up?”

“sorry for bothering you so late. were you about to go to bed?”

“no, actually, i was staying up. something the matter?”

“it’s kaiser,” the brunet-purple-haired boy tells you and your heart drops with anxiety, mind beginning to race with whatever your egotistical, narcissism-driven boyfriend could have got himself into.

probably tried to square up someone far more impressive, for all you know. did he break something? spit in someone’s drink?

“i-it’s nothing bad!” ness reassures, “he’s just asking for you.” 

oh. that’s not so terrible. “okay, but why?”

in the phone’s proximity, you can hear someone stumbling and muttering in the background. there’s an indistinct mumble of your name and ness confirming your presence on the other side of the phone, followed by an excited ‘really?’ from the mystery figure. you find comfort in the fact that you know it’s kaiser before the person even has to announce himself.

“sorry, he’s just asking for you… a lot,” the soccer player informs with a little hesitation.

before you can inquire further about it, kaiser’s voice echoes in the background. “let me talk to y/n!” he sounds faraway, but you can imagine his expression regardless from just the desperately excited tone he has. 

“i can tell,” you chuckle. 

“give me the phone, ness,” kaiser demands. there’s a sentence of complaint from the midfielder and some (aggressive) rustling before you can hear your boyfriend loud and clear. “baby!” he slurs.

“hello, kaiser,” you say, grinning stupidly at the sound of his voice.

“hi beautiful. are you well?” the blond sounds a little clearer now and the music seems to have diminished a little. he must have retreated to a ‘quieter’ corner of the club. 

“as well as i can be at home. what about you?”

“i’m great now that i’m with you,” he murmurs, sounding more melancholy than usual, just ever so slightly. you dismiss the shift by blaming it on the alcohol, but there’s a tug at your gut that tells you that the drinks aren’t the sole reason.

you melt a little. “shouldn’t you be dancing or something? why are you calling me?”

“i love calling you,” he whines. “please don’t hang up.”

“if you’re sure… i’m not too sure that a club is the best place to call though.” 

“i don’t care. so long as i’m with you, anything’s fine.”

you huff, tapping your fingers on the counter, trying not to let his sweetened words get to you. “really though, you should be going back to partying and letting loose-”

“do you not like talking to me?” kaiser whispers. you can practically hear the pout in his tone, imagining the way his shoulders slump defeatedly. funny how such a powerful, influential, and unbreakable character can be reduced to nothing in your grasp. 

you couldn’t ever imagine abusing that power though, not when michael kaiser is the one in the centre of your palm. “i do. i love talking to you, i’m just concerned that you’re not using the time wisely.” 

“i’m wise. i’m super wise. right, babe? tell me i’m wise.”

where you would have played with him a little and strung him along with saccharine sarcasm, a small giggle escapes your lips instead. that would be saved for sober kaiser. “you are, you are,” you reassure, suddenly filled with the urge to see him. 

“thanks babe. i love you,” he whimpers. “please say you love me too.”

furrowing your brows at his uncharacteristic display of neediness and constant gratification, you were beginning to grow concerned at his odd behaviour. sure, kaiser loved to be praised for his skills, but there was something wrong about the athlete tonight. you’ve never heard him beg to be complimented like he is tonight, but with the add-ins of alcohol and whatever else, you don’t know whether to flag this or not.

“kaiser, can you give the phone back to ness?” you ask gently.

he whines, “say you love me too!”

“i’m picking you up, kaiser, give the phone back to ness so i can tell him.”

“will i get to see you?”

“if you give the phone back to ness, you will.”

“really? hang on, babe!” 

there’s a bit more rustling, resembling something that sounds like kaiser pushing through a crowd as he holds the phone in his grip, saying ‘move’ to bypassers in his way. after a short conversation that you can’t pick up between the familiar voices of your boyfriend and his best friend, you hear ness’ voice clearly once again. “hey, everything okay?”

“everything’s fine,” you say, having grabbed your keys and a jacket whilst waiting. “i’m driving over to pick kaiser up, hope that doesn’t inconvenience you guys.”  

“not at all. i’ll send you the location of the club. there are 15 minute parking places just outside.”

“thanks ness, i appreciate it.”

“don’t worry. see you soon.” 

“i’ll let you know when i arrive. tell kaiser to wait for me.”

you hang up after that, not waiting for a farewell from the soccer player as you plug your keys into the ignition, the car revving alive. after a 20 or so minute drive to downtown (the lack of traffic at one am made it so much easier to get there faster), you park at the curbside of the street opposite the club, clambering out of your car to lean against the driver’s door, where you could see the club entrance easily.

after shooting a quick text to ness, you wait patiently for the appearance of your beloved boyfriend, hugging your jacket close to your figure. 

six minutes later, you see them; a shorter figure lugging out a taller one over his shoulder with little struggle. regardless of kaiser’s inebriated position, you could recognise his silhouette anywhere, heart picking up a little as you jog over to the club, feet taking you where your heart wanted to go.

“ness!” you call out. 

upon hearing your voice, kaiser’s head shoots up from where it was drooped, scanning the general vicinity of where you were before he spots you. the smile that lights up on his face is instantaneous; a grin that rivals that of the club lights.

“my love!” he exclaims excitedly, stumbling over to you with surprising accuracy for someone who must have drank his body weight in alcohol. immediately, the athlete wraps you up in his arms, the smell of beer invading your senses as kaiser shields you completely from the outside world. “i’m so happy to see you.”

“i’m happy to see you too.”

after a few seconds of relishing in his warmth and (much-appreciated) silence, you take a mini-step away from him; an action the blond clearly did not take well as he groans, manoeuvring himself to now hug you from the side, head resting against yours as you pulls you towards him possessively.

you wave at ness from where you stood, unable to move with the striker clinging onto you. “thank you, ness. i’m sorry for disturbing your night out, you know how kaiser gets,” you say with a laugh, patting your boyfriend on the back.

“no, thank you for taking care of him. i’m glad he has you.”

“and i’m glad he has you too. you should go back inside, i got it from here.”

he nods, waving after a quick farewell before heading back in, disappearing from sight. sighing, you reposition yourself so that it was comfortable to prop him up against you. 

“hey, handsome, you with me?” cupping his face with both of your hands, he nods in your grip, eyes drooping here and there as he stares down at you with unmatched gentleness and love. you add as a light-hearted joke: “you used to be able to party until the clubs close, what happened?”

he grabs your wrists, holding on to them as he speaks, “you still never said ‘i love you’.” 

“oh,” you laugh, letting the sound spill freely. “my bad-”

“-why are you laughing?”

his question shuts you up, catching you off guard as the laughter diminishes like an extinguished match. uncertainty dances within you like smoke, greying the giddy mood you were previously in from being reunited with him. 

looking him square in the eye, you notice something that you’ve never seen him wear before: insecurity. 

kaiser looks so… abashed. sheepish. dismayed. your chest clenches at the sight, a feeling of protectiveness overwhelming you. 

“what do you mean?” you ask cautiously.

“why are you laughing at me?” repeats the athlete.

“oh kaiser,” brushing a strand of hair behind his ears, you see his frown even clearer. “i’m not laughing at you, it wasn’t meant to be mocking, i was laughing because you’re adorable and that you make me happy.”

he huffs, furrowing his brows. “are you sure?”

“of course i am. is everything okay, love?”

no answer. after a moment of simply standing around, you let it go because maybe it was just the alcohol that was making him act this way. you don’t want to think too hard about it. 

“let’s go home,” you whisper, grabbing his hands with yours, intertwining your fingers as you wait for his response.

“okay,” he slurs, nodding compliantly. 

“do you need my help walking?”

“yes,” he drapes himself over you without hesitation, causing you to groan uncomfortably. your question was said majorly as a joke, but kaiser will never let go of an opportunity to be as close to you as possible. 

stumbling back to the car with a half-coherent athlete was difficult but not impossible. unlocking the vehicle, you open the passenger’s door rather easily, shoving him in there with an ‘oof’ from both of you. however, when you tried to pull away, you were met with a chain and lock around your waist, manifested in the form of your overgrown boyfriend who is too liberal with the amount of physical affection he spares.

you place a hand on his shoulder to try and steady yourself from his iron grip. “hey, i need to go to the driver’s seat, can’t you let me go to do that?”

kaiser whines loudly, pulling you even closer. “please don’t make me let go. i don’t want to.”

he was not good for your health. you exhale, slightly perplexed, slightly touched by his devotion. “babe, i’m just going to the driver’s seat. you’ll let me, won’t you?” 

“no. wanna keep you with me. want to love you forever,” his words are muffled into your jacket before the athlete brings his head out of your stomach to look you square in the eye, and the shiny, emotional look in them makes your heart lurch. “please say there’s no one else for you but me.”

grabbing both sides of his face with tender affection, you place a kiss on his nose; an action that causes him to scrunch his nose out of instinct. “you know there will never anyone but you. i love you just as much in kind.”

he sighs, melting against you. the night air nips at your exposed skin but you can’t find it in you to care much.

“so… you don’t think that i’m too much?” the star striker questions and you think you’ve uncovered the root of tonight’s strangeness; the main problem that’s been bothering him.

“a lot? maybe” you whisper and his face falls slightly at your confession, a flash of devastation crossing his features. his expression of ruin is slow to fade so you kiss it off, sealing your lips with his in a gentle meeting of two hearts, hoping to heal his sorrow that was carved from a moment of misunderstanding. 

you pull away from him but the striker continues chasing after your touch.

“but never too much.” 

an exhale of relief leaves him before he straightens up to meet your lips again, hand snaking up to the back of your neck to hold you against him as he tries to communicate all that he feels-  which is everything. 

kaiser loves selectively, but he loves hard, dedicating everything of his that he can until he’s squeezed dry and rendered empty, ready for a refill that he’ll inevitably give away, all to you. 

kaiser’s heart rests in your hands, where it rightfully belongs.

“i love you,” slurs the striker against your lips. “i know i can be a lot but i love you. please never leave me. what is the meaning of life if you’re not there with me?” 

you can’t help wondering about what happened tonight for him to reach such a state of existentialism, but there’s no time to dwell on it now whilst he’s still intoxicated and vulnerable. gently, you hold his jaw so he could look up at you. 

“i might not show it as unabashedly as you do, but please never doubt that i love you. i adore you with my whole being, kaiser, there’s no one else in the world for me like you,” you confess, voice gentle and unwavering. 

he doesn’t let you see the way his eyes mist before closing them and leaning into your touch. “i would do anything for you,” the striker whispers.

“anything, you say?”

he nods.

“then let’s go home and sleep. what do you say, handsome?”

“what a brilliant idea. you’re so smart, my love.”

“thank you but you need to let go of me in order for that to happen.”

he begins wailing in protest.

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those nights with fratboy!miya atsumu whos an ultimate softie with you

more fratboy!atsumu here!

"not going to the party tonight?"

atsumu shook his head, a muffled sound escaping as he buried his face in your back, his arms ensnaring you in an embrace. a small smile played on your lips. "why not?" you asked, even though you might have an inkling as to why. you've noticed that this is the umpteenth time he's skipped a party to spend time with you, a pattern that began when you started dating.

he groaned. "dont wanna," atsumu replied, tightening his hold around your torso. you chuckled, continuing to type on your laptop while perched on atsumu's lap, from which you couldn't escape. "you'll get bored hanging out with me, you know?" a hum was your reply, followed by the sensation of his breath on the back of your neck. "mm, no, I won't," atsumu murmured, planting a kiss on your skin and savoring your warmth.

"i want to be close to ya," atsumu's words sent your heart soaring, and a wide grin spread across your face. you shifted, turning to face him as you wrapped an arm around him, stroking his hair. "tsumu's being clingy today, isn't he?" you teased, a playful tone in your voice as atsumu whined when you ruffled his hair. "shaddup," he shot back, but a concealed smile betrayed his pretended irritation. he looked into your eyes as you caressed his hair tenderly, which you met with a smile.

"what?" you inquired.

"nothin',"

atsumu couldn't help himself. he grinned mischievously, leaning further into you as he tightened his embrace, eliciting a whine from you. oh, how he wished this moment could last forever.

you chuckle softly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “you’re such a softie, tsumu,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

atsumu’s cheeks flush slightly, but he doesn’t let go. “only for you,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

you smile, feeling a surge of affection for the boy who had somehow wormed his way into your heart. “well, im glad you’re here,” you say, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his back. “but I really do need to finish this paper.”

atsumu sighs dramatically, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “fine, fine. I’ll let ya work. but only if ya promise to take a break soon and spend some time with me.”

you laugh, nodding. “deal. now, be a good pillow and stay still.”

he grins, settling in more comfortably. “anything for you, babe.”

as you continue typing, you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. despite his frat boy reputation, atsumu had a way of making you feel cherished and loved. and in moments like these, you realized just how lucky you were to have him by your side.

guys. update i had my brace adjustment and i got color purple my bracket is now okay (yeah, i had to pay an extra 300 pesos 😣😣)

i ate too much candies now my bracket is on the verge of falling off

may i present to u guys 🫴 college crush!rin

HEHSJEHHEJE big thanks to my g nami for suggesting this oh my god im brainrotting alright 😩

btw some other bllk boys make an appearance as well hehe andd im trying out a new format so pls bear w me idk what im doing idek if this is even good or not lmfao

random headcanons/scenarios that i could see happening with rin as your college crush („ಡωಡ„)

meeting rin for the first time when you get paired up with him for an assignment; unwillingly at that bcs rin would never expand his social circle outside of the soccer team. such a lukewarm thing to do, or so he said idk lol

imagine like you’d already planned to partner up with your friend and then someone else (spoiler: it’s bachira) butts in, saying he’s gonna be pairing up with your friend instead.

and you end up with rin ☺️ who’s got the iciest gaze ever when he’s walking up to you, making you visibly shrink in your seat jwjdhskkd

bachira would be like “don’t worry, rin chan is not even that bad!!” boi you haven’t started doing anything yet and mans already glaring daggers at you for no apparent reason 😭

ok imagine IMAGINE rin and you working on your assignment in the library hehehehe the hushed whispers, the way his hand brushes against yours from time to time when he’s teaching you things or vice versa, some light banters here and there bcs rin just had to disagree with you most of the time, saying stuff like your ideas are dumb like bro stfu ik i aint a smartass like u 🙄

i can certainly see him as the type who helps you get books from the higher shelves without you asking him to bcs he just knows.

let’s say you’re there scouring your eyes at the shelves, thinking which kind of book fits your understanding better. and then rin would come up behind you, his steps light, chest pressing against your back as his arm reaches for a book. there’s a small empty space on the lower shelf in front of you, and he silently puts the printed work there.

“that’s a good one,” he’d mutter before walking back to the table, not even realizing how red you’ve become from the close proximity, his deep, silky voice and the warmth he emits.

KWGSHSJSKD no i’m definitely not blushing while typing that 🚶‍♀️

imagine doing your work together and then something came up so he had to go. when you ask him what’s up he’d just answer “i got practice.” like bro ?? 💀💀

anyways out of context but if youre blocking his way without noticing rin would undoubtedly say something like “oi. you’re in the way, dumbass.” while looking down at you like the first pic here wkkwkwk

further into your friendship (you could say that i guess), rin can either become more of a menace where he insults you even worse or he’s just a little kinder towards you. no in between.

rin on the inside: ig you’re my friend now or whatever 🙄

he’s so silly i cant

for sure he gets into fights w shidou a lot. at this point the whole college doesn’t even care anymore bcs it has become almost a weekly occurrence for them to fight. the other boys; isagi, chigiri, karasu, etc theyre the ones who have to hold them two back all the time while eita just watches hahahhajwhdd

eita: 🍿🤏😲

accompanying rin at the nurse’s office while he gets his injuries treated <3

rin is definitely the type who radiates passive dominance unconsciously. what i mean is like if you’re the type who’s insecure with yourself abt whatever (pls don’t be insecure you’re beautiful 🧎‍♀️), rin would encourage you in one way or another, without him realizing it too

for example you’re insecure with your voice so you tend to not repeat yourself when talking, or cover your mouth to stifle your laughter, speak in a low volume or just barely talking in general, rin would be like “use your words, y/n.” stuff like that with a frown on his face like yes sir i Am talking.

he’s so seggsy and for what ?:!;/&;£(

also the type who’d ghost his hand on your hips when he wants to walk pass you if the hallway’s a little too crowded or smt JWHSGDHF

watching and waiting for him as he practices soccer with ze bois™️ bcs the two of you planned to study together later 😣 (jk it was actually isagi who planned a study group with everyone but let’s be real here)

rin would lift up his shirt to wipe off his sweat,, unknowingly showcasing his toned abdomen for your eyes to ogle on the world to see and he doesn’t even care if people stare lol that’s just how unbothered he is 🤷‍♀️

smells so freaking good and has the best wardrobe ever send tweet ‼️

now let’s get to the more romantic part *cracks knuckles

obviously the one who confesses is you LMFAO coz like this is itoshi mf rin we’re talking about

he never acts on his feelings because mans in denial THE WHOLE 👏 TIME 👏👏 to hell with butterflies in the stomach or sparks erupting between the two of you. rin is always in denial with his feelings.

he thinks those quote unquote lukewarm feelings are there just because he deems you useful in his life and your presence is tolerable unlike others but jokes on you boy !! you’re in love 🗣🗣

confessing to rin would feel like you’re walking on eggshells bcs the chances of you losing this fragile thing between you and him is very high ykyk so you had to make it kinda nonchalant in a way

you’re telling him that you like him and all, that he doesn’t need to say anything or reciprocate your feelings bcs you’re just letting him know and you wanted to let it off your chest bla bla

at first rin would malfunction. he doesn’t know what to do or say. sure he gets confessions from people left and right almost every single day but this is you.

nonetheless, the bad side of him would win. the bad side that refuses to see the benefits of some things, that it doesn’t want to acknowledge the desire and soft spot he has grown for you. the side that rejects the idea of dating someone. and so he ends up completely turning you down :(

you’re sad of course but you can’t really do anything about it, understandably so because you know how rin is so you opted to just go about your day normally after, albeit trying to steer clear of him so that you could move on.

somehow words got out to your circle of friends and the other boys were dejected that rin rejected you *cries bcs they’re so precious* (karasu and eita lowkey bet on you two as well lmfao)

however it wouldn’t take long for rin to notice that you’re purposely avoiding spending less time with him. he’d more or less figure out why and think that’s for the best.

and yet soon enough rin would take the brunt of your absence. he’d unconsciously start wondering abt you a lot to the point he got called out by someone during practice bcs he was distracted, pondering your whereabouts whenever he’s in the library, sharp eyes zeroing on you like a hawk when he catches sight of you anywhere, longing for you to be with him. basically you’re in his mind 25/8, living there rent free 🛌

by then it’d finally register in his head how important you are to him and how bad he wants you to be in his life.

expect to see rin at your front door one day, awkwardly and stiffly pouring everything that has been on his mind (cough cough you) <3

omg post dating (is it post dating or post talking stage lol idk) rin >>>>> moreover when your relationship is now established 😩

ACT OF SERVICE ALL THE WAY BABEYYYYY

as we all know rin is not good with words so he does things for you a lot; buys lunch for you if you’re too busy studying, take notes for you for the lectures that you miss bcs you’re sick, wordlessly takes your bag to carry it eventho you refused but one glare from rin shut u up real quick hahahwjdj, etc etc

could also be a hindrance to your relationship tho bcs the two of you might struggle a bit with communication, some fights are bound to happen so you have to take the initiative to approach him when things get rough. give him space a bit then have a proper talk when the two of you are ready.

other than that maybe quality time as well bcs eventho rin is always busy, he will try his best to make time for you. that alone is proof how dedicated he can be as a significant other. this man aint doin nothin half assed !!

also enjoys quiet moments with you where the two of you are in a room together but yall are doing your own stuff. he loves knowing you’re there with him, for him. just your presence can bring him so much comfort.

cafe dates every week where he buys you your favourite pastries/desserts and drinks nngggkgkfhjgkg atp you never bothered to argue w him abt the bills bcs you know you’d lose anyway but like still.. boi why wont u let me pay for ONCE

not much pda around campus or in public but yall cuddle a lot behind closed doors bcs this man is hella touch starved ong 😤😤 run your hand through his hair and down his back and he’ll be putty in your hands 🤌

always, always sits beside you during your shared classes. he loves the way his shoulder brushes against yours and thighs touching each other’s under the table 😣

will get embarrassed if his teammates catch him getting affection from you HAHAHHSHS but i think this is only on the early stages. once you’re reached further milestones, rin would send death glares to those who stare.

likes to rest his head on your shoulder, eyes closing when you’re hugging (backhugs too !!) and just. stays there. being this close to you recharges him in some way :3

the type who’d subtly glance at you whenever he makes a goal bcs he lowkey wants you to praise him (definitely not talking abt his brother issues here🚶‍♀️)

intense make out sesh before his match starts as a pre game ritual EVERYTIME🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ “watch me closely.” he’d murmur against your lips JWHSGDHFUCKFH IM SO.

post game;; rin would walk up to you after he makes the last goal, an arm extending to pull you towards him to plant a small kiss on your forehead 🥹

gets hella feral when he sees you wearing his jersey (HAHA iykwim 👁👁), looking all pretty in the slightly oversized piece of clothing mmhm

rin would sometimes sneak you into his dorms so that the two of you could have a horror movie/game night tgt as a date hihi

BUY HIM OWL TRINKETS PLEASE he’d get so happy so starry eyed when you give it to him and will blush if you point it out ueueueuue so baby 😔

not rly the jealous type (he can be but only when he’s rly rly provoked/threatened) but he is protective. if he sees other people tryna hit on you or make you feel uncomfortable, he’ll be there in a second to fend them off (how you ask? thats for him to know and for you to guess)

will NOT hesitate to throw hands or even commit murder if it’s shidou ryusei.

all in all college crush turn bf!rin 9.9/10 ,that minus .1 is bcs rin is a little emotionally constipated but we still love him saur yea :)

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being in a relationship with jun || enstars || relationship headcanons

Character: Jun Sazanami Unit: Eve // Eden Fandom: Ensemble Stars CW: Spoilers for Jun's childhood and life at Reimei, Beating Wings ◆ The Cloud-Scattering Solid Stage Story Relationship Headcanons very first relationship headcanons!! ngl i was gonna start with kenma but hdjksjd anyway happy birthday jun!! <333

the minute he hears about jun having a crush on you, hiyori immediately becomes your self-proclaimed wingman. shooting winks and wiggling his eyebrows knowingly at jun when you're in the room or talking to him, my god does it drive him up the GODDAMN wall. he claims he's not doing anything and yet the sing-song "bye bye jun-kun~ don't have children when hiyori's gone, 'kay?" says otherwise.

jun's not used to being in a relationship or having to care for anyone but himself (and hiyori) so he takes things very slowly. he doesn't want to upset you or do the wrong thing (not that he ever will hdjksjd). he also always asks for your permission before doing anything with you (consent is important kids) even for the 'simplest' things like holding your hand.

jun waits a very long time to tell you about his past - more specifically, his childhood. while you're aware of his mistreatment at reimei academy as a non-special student prior to meeting hiyori, you were unaware of his parents bringing him up solely to defeat jin sagami and isolating him from the rest of society.

call him cheesy or cliche all you want, but you lit up the dark alleyways that he was stuck in. he never really had any other reason to live besides defeating jin (at least, that's what his parents made him to believe) and hiyori, while jun was incredibly grateful for hiyori, he always drove him up the GODDAMN wall.

when he confesses, his confidence instantly evaporates and he begins stumbling over his words. the speech he had pre-prepared on his phone and memorised seemed to just fly out the window. after he dragged you out to a nearby cafe as soon as you asked him what you wanted to talk to you about, he immediately couldn't find the words.

dates with jun are very casual. more often than not, they'll be spent in his dorm reading manga together or playing a new video game makoto had briefly recommended. kohaku will also sometimes be invited (willingly or unwillingly) into your sessions; although he feels like he's third-wheeling, the two of you have already silently agreed that he is your child.

on the other hand, jun loves to mix things up. when both of you are feeling up to it, he'll offer to walk bloody mary in the park or the nearby lake to go fishing. he needs a bit of fresh air from time to time and honestly also needs a bit of a break from all the dancing (and hip thrusts ibara why..............................)

jun's love languages are primarily quality time, and later, physical affection. jun's aware that his schedule as an idol can be flexible and he especially tries to be as flexible as possible with you and he tries to spend as much time with you as possible.

despite being all for physical affection, jun makes it clear that he will, under no circumstances, do it in the GODDAMN public. he claims that he has a reputation to uphold as part of belonging to one of the big 3 in ensemble square and that should the media even see a smidge of affection directed towards you, they'll immediately write 50 articles about you both and make assumptions about you two.

jun most definitely does not tell adam about your relationship at the start and the minute hiyori finds out, he immediately starts complaining and whining, claiming that "he was the reason you two got together, so he should have been the first person jun-kun told!" (the first person he 'told' was kohaku who walked in on you two cuddling). once adam learns of this information as well, nagisa simply hums with a quiet "congratulations" and soft smile while ibara simply huffs and begins lecturing the both of you on relationship matters and how they'll affect his idol work and how if you-

it's incredibly easy to fluster jun, whether he admits he's flustered is an entirely different story. he's used to serving other people - as a non-special student at reimei, he served the special students at reimei on a daily basis - but he's never had anyone serve him. so when you shower him with gifts and affections, congratulations dear reader, you've successfully created an error 404 message in him.

jun takes care of you and unfortunately he doesn't seem to take care of himself. during the events of solid, ibara called you in and adam informs you of jun's recently-obtained self-hatred and self-doubt, ibara whispering to you that he changed some of the lyrics and choreography for jun and that adam left it up to you. jun hates admitting weaknesses and especially in front of you, but you need to be the one to let him know that it will be okay and that even if other people may think of him as "the other guy in eden" you most certainly will not.

regarding pet names, jun doesn't particularly use them too often. he usually resorts to my love or sweetheart - jun sticks to the classics and remains simple (ignoring hiyori's advice sorry not sorry ohii-san~). at times, he'll also use a nickname derived from your own name, but his personal favourite is puppy.

you're his biggest fan, no matter what any of his other fans say. you're there to support him through his ups and downs and you're there to listen to his rants about how GODDAMN annoying hiyori had been in the past week, or how the people in asobi invited him to go to their day out in the arcade, or how he spent fifteen minutes trying to find bloody mary after she had run off chasing a butterfly-

and now, after much self-doubt and contemplation, combined with nagging from ibara and hiyori and nagisa's encouragement, a small ring now lays locked in his safe as he waits for the right time, worrying about whether or not you'll say yes.

dear nito, a comic on shu itsuki letting go of his most beloved creation

Read Left to Right!

this is really old and my style improved a lot but I still hold this comic close to me. I will probably redraw it when I improve more in the future

@seventh-mystery can’t believe you predicted it rune 😱😱😱