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Your eyes snapped open instantly. Without thinking, you reached behind you, your hand gliding over the mattress in search of something familiar.
Warm, toned skin.
Sae.
Not what you were looking for.
Your hand continued to wander over the blankets, your brows slowly knitting together as your search grew more frantic.
“…What’s wrong?” Sae asked, his voice low and rough with sleep.
He turned onto his side, lazily wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you against his chest. His warm breath brushed the back of your neck as he buried his face into your hair.
“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled, already closing his eyes again.
“I can’t.”
You slipped out of his hold and sat up, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. They swept across the bed.
Nothing.
You climbed out of bed, crossed the room, and flicked on the light.
Sae let out an annoyed groan, shielding his eyes with the back of his hand.
“Where is he?“
You planted your hands on your hips.
“…Who?”
He didn’t even bother looking at you.
“You know exactly who I mean.”
Sae sighed dramatically before finally cracking one eye open.
“The shrimp?”
“Yes. Sheldon.”
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Sheldon? Your stuffed shrimp actually has a name?”
“Of course he does. His name is Sheldon Shrimp.”
You said it with complete seriousness, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Hm.”
Sae closed his eye again.
“Maybe Sheldon Shrimp decided he’d rather spend one night away from you. Lucky for you, you’ve still got Sae Itoshi.”
“I don’t want to spend the night without Sheldon.”
“Life’s unfair.”
His answer was so flat that it only made you glare harder.
“Where did you hide him?”
There was genuine concern in your voice now.
You couldn’t shake the horrible thought that Sae had done something to your favorite plush.
“I never said I hid him.”
He sounded far too innocent.
“And why would I?”
“Saaae.”
You dragged out his name with a frustrated whine.
“We can’t sleep like this.”
“I could.”
He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at you with that usual calm, unreadable expression.
“I’d actually sleep better if my adorable girlfriend hugged me instead of a stuffed shrimp.”
You blinked.
“We can cuddle all together… if you’re nice to Sheldon.”
Sae stared at you for a long moment.
“…I’ll pass.”
“So?”
You crossed your arms.
“Where is he?”
He let out another quiet sigh.
“In the closet.”
Without another word, you hurried over and opened it.
Sure enough, Sheldon Shrimp was sitting neatly on one of the shelves.
You smiled triumphantly, hugged your beloved shrimp tightly against your chest, switched the light back off, and climbed into bed again.
Satisfied, you tucked Sheldon safely between you and the blanket before instinctively reaching for Sae’s arm, wrapping yourself around it as well.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you felt it.
The slightest twitch at the corner of Sae’s mouth.
A smile.
Tiny enough that he’d deny it if you ever mentioned it.
You smiled to yourself, cuddling both Sheldon and Sae a little closer.
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the clip starts with japan winning. everyone's screaming, confetti cannons are going off, commentators are losing their minds, and somehow the most viral moment of the night isn't the winning goal.
no. it's isagi grabbing your hands and pulling you onto the grass.
"yoichi, there are cameras."
"i know."
"yoichi."
"just one dance!”
and then he's spinning you around like you're in some cheesy romance movie instead of the middle of a packed stadium.
the dance itself isn't even good. that's what makes it worse.
he almost trips over his own cleats. you nearly step on his foot. neither of you know what you're doing.
but he's genuinely laughing. grabbing your hands, mirroring your moves, just being an absolute goofball.
and the internet collectively explodes because when was the last time anyone saw isagi yoichi looking that carefree?
the edits are everywhere.
"he won the match, but look at the way he looks at HER."
"bro dances like a divorced father, but this is cute."
"if they break up i'm suing."
people start calling it "the victory dance."
every time isagi wins after that, cameras immediately pan toward you because they're waiting to see if he'll do it again.
and guess what? he does. every single time.
itoshi rin
rin has never willingly participated in fan service a day in his life. which is exactly why the photo becomes a historical event.
you post a mirror selfie. both of you are flipping off the camera. rin's standing beside you looking unusually relaxed.
and then people notice your nails.
your right middle finger has a tiny painted 1. your left middle finger has a tiny painted 0.
10. his jersey number.
the internet loses consciousness.
because hold on. you spent actual money (rin’s money) getting a customized manicure dedicated to this emotionally constipated man?
and somehow the bigger shock is rin. he's smiling. SMILING.
the comments immediately become:
"HE LOOKS SO PROUD."
"THAT'S THE HAPPIEST I'VE EVER SEEN HIM."
"she painted his jersey number on her nails and bro folded instantly."
there are entire threads analyzing the picture, zooming into rin's face, circling the smile, writing essays in the comments.
apparently, getting his jersey number painted on your nails is the equivalent of proposing marriage to itoshi rin.
they’re right tho. expect that ring sooner than you think, baby girl.
itoshi sae
sae accidentally creates 6 months worth of shipping content with one interview.
a reporter asks him why he chose his current jersey number. it’s a simple question that expects an easy answer.
except sae says: "it's my favorite date."
the interviewer laughs. "what happened on that date?"
and sae, completely unaware of the nuclear bomb he's about to drop, responds: "my girlfriend was born."
oh wow.
then chaos.
because excuse me? YOUR BIRTHDAY? HE PICKED HIS JERSEY NUMBER BASED ON YOUR BIRTHDAY?
the clip gets 50 million views it’s INSANE.
everyone starts posting:
"he carries her birthday on his back every game."
"that's the most romantic thing i've ever heard."
"sae itoshi when emotional vulnerability enters the room omg."
the funniest part is that sae genuinely doesn't understand why everyone's freaking out. he thought it was normal.
why wouldn't he choose something important to him?
all the while the internet is planning your wedding.
nagi seishiro
at first, nobody notices. then somebody makes a compilation. suddenly, it's over for both of you.
every paparazzi picture. every stadium photo. every post-match photo. every candid. nagi is looking at you. every single one.
you're talking to someone else? he's looking at you.
you're taking photos with fans? he's looking at you.
you're staring at the field? he's staring at you staring at the field.
people start making side-by-side collages. hundreds of photos. same result.
nagi's eyes are always on you.
there's one particularly devastating picture where you're watching fireworks after a championship win. everyone else is looking at the sky. nagi is looking at you.
the photo goes triple platinum.
comments read:
"bro found a prettier view."
"he's literally doing the boyfriend stare."
"nagi looks at her like she's the loading screen before his favorite game."
even sports photographers start joking about it.
they keep trying to get action shots of nagi and somehow end up capturing him staring at you instead.
mikage reo
reo accidentally exposes himself during an interview. and it's entirely his own fault.
the interviewer asks about motivation. mindset. success. all that serious athlete stuff.
reo answers confidently. then he casually says: "well, i always think that success is nice, but it's meaningless if you don't have someone to share it with."
the interviewer pauses. fans pause. because that sentence sounds familiar. very familiar.
someone immediately digs up an old interview you did months ago. and there it is. word for word. exactly the same.
"success is nice, but it's meaningless if you don't have someone to share it with."
same wording. same phrasing. same everything.
reo literally quoted you like a man who had memorized the line.
the internet catches it within minutes. and they're merciless.
"HE STOLE HER HOMEWORK."
"BRO CITED HIS SOURCE INCORRECTLY."
"reo mikage accidentally reveals he hangs onto every word she says."
"that's not your opinion king, that's HER opinion."
reo tries denying it, tries claiming it's a coincidence.
nobody believes him.
especially when another compilation drops showing him accidentally repeating things you've said on 3 separate occasions.
at that point, the internet's conclusion is unanimous: reo mikage is down horrendous and apparently has your dialogue saved in his brain's permanent storage.
bachira meguru
bachira accidentally creates one of the internet's favorite relationship moments because of a post-match interview.
he's sweaty, exhausted, still running on adrenaline from the game. the reporter is asking random questions to fill airtime. favorite goal? favorite stadium? favorite celebration? normal stuff.
then they ask: "what's your favorite sound?" expecting to hear something like “the cheers from the crowd,” etc.
bachira doesn't even hesitate. "her laugh."
the reporter blinks. "sorry?"
"my girlfriend's laugh."
the clip should've ended there. it would've already been viral. except bachira keeps talking, completely unaware of the damage he's causing.
"it's different every time, y'know? sometimes she snorts when something's really funny. sometimes she laughs so hard she can't breathe. sometimes she starts laughing before she can even tell the joke. it rotates between bronchitis, an asthma attack, a windex spray bottle–"
the interviewer is staring. the cameraman is staring. everyone watching this is staring. why does this man have categories? why has he studied your laugh enough to recognize different versions of it?
fans immediately start posting:
"he knows her laugh lore."
"bro has laugh DLC unlocked."
"that's actually the most in-love thing i've ever heard."
then somebody uploads a compilation of your public appearances. and somehow bachira is right. there are different laughs. he can apparently identify all of them.
the internet decides that's either incredibly romantic or completely insane. nobody can agree which.
shidou ryusei
shidou's scandal starts because he gets caught celebrating with the wrong person.
after scoring a goal, players are supposed to celebrate with teammates. that's the whole point.
instead, shidou immediately runs toward the stands. toward you.
the cameras follow him because they assume he's hyping up the crowd. he's not.
rather, he points directly at you. you point back. and the two of you somehow perform a completely choreographed celebration. perfect timing and synchronization, emphasizing you two clearly practiced beforehand.
the stadium goes silent for half a second. then absolutely erupts. what do you mean you two rehearsed a goal celebration? how many times did you practice that? where? when?? why???
the clip gets 10 million views overnight.
people start noticing it isn't even the first time. there’s been different matches, countries, celebrations, all coordinated and all involving you somehow.
one week, it's matching hand signs.
another week, it's a ridiculous dance.
another week, it's a heart shape that shidou insists is "totally not romantic." nobody believes him.
fans become convinced the two of you are secretly spending your free time inventing increasingly ridiculous celebrations together.
which, fortunately for shidou, is completely true.
karasu tabito
karasu's downfall begins with a microphone accidentally picking him up.
he thinks nobody can hear him. that's the problem.
before a match, cameras are filming warmups. you happen to walk by the sidelines. karasu notices.
and without even thinking about it, mutters: "damn, she's cute."
the microphone catches everything. everything.
the broadcast doesn't notice until later. but fans do. immediately.
cuz hold on. the same karasu who spends 90% of his life roasting people? the same man who acts allergic to sincerity? that karasu?
there are edits. slow motion replays. subtitles. someone adds the cutest songs over it.
another person writes: "bro forgot his internal monologue was supposed to stay internal."
karasu spends weeks getting bullied by teammates.
you spend weeks laughing at him.
the internet decides that catching a man complimenting his girlfriend when he thinks nobody is listening is infinitely more romantic than any public declaration.
kaiser michael
kaiser's is devastating because it's entirely silent.
during a championship celebration, players are spraying champagne everywhere. everyone's running around screaming and celebrating. the photographers are taking hundreds of pictures.
one photo goes viral. then another. then another. then another.
because in every single image, kaiser is subconsciously making sure you're okay.
a hand on your shoulder while people push past.
guiding you away from flying corks.
moving a champagne bottle before it sprays directly into your face.
offering you his jacket when it gets cold.
small things. tiny gestures. nobody would notice them individually.
until someone stitches them together.
suddenly, the internet realizes that while everyone else is celebrating the championship, kaiser is monitoring you like you're the most important thing in the stadium.
the comments are in shambles.
"that's not a boyfriend. that's a bodyguard."
"he's tracking her location like a GPS."
"kaiser can locate her in a crowd faster than he can locate the goal."
and because kaiser hates giving people answers, he refuses to explain any of it. which only makes the shipping even worse.
ness alexis
ness accidentally exposes himself every single time you appear in public together.
he doesn’t exactly say anything. rather, it’s his face.
there's an entire fan account dedicated solely to tracking "the ness expression."
you know the one. the look he gets whenever you do literally anything.
talking? ness expression.
laughing? ness expression.
existing? ness expression.
someone makes a compilation video. it's 5 minutes long.
the title is: "alexis ness looking at his girlfriend like she invented happiness."
the worst clip happens during a red carpet event. you're answering a reporter's question. the camera accidentally cuts to ness. who is not listening to the interview at all.
he's just staring. completely mesmerized. smiling to himself. looking like he forgot there are other people in the room.
when the clip goes viral, fans start comparing him to those disney princes who see the princess for the first time and immediately lose all cognitive function.
ness tries defending himself: "that's not what i look like!”
then someone posts another 20 examples.
the case is closed.
the internet's final verdict? alexis ness has never once beaten the allegations in his entire life.
chigiri hyoma
chigiri accidentally becomes the internet's favorite boyfriend because of one very unfortunate paparazzi trend.
it starts when fans notice something weird: whenever photos of the two of you get taken in public, chigiri is always carrying your stuff. always.
your purse? on his shoulder.
shopping bags? in his hands.
your jacket because you got too warm? folded neatly over his arm.
your drink? he's holding it.
your phone? somehow also in his possession.
at first, people think it's a coincidence. then more photos appear. and more. and more. different days. different outfits. same result. you are walking around completely empty-handed while chigiri resembles a traveling pack mule.
someone finally makes a compilation. 57 freaking photos. every single one shows him carrying at least one of your belongings.
the internet is hysterical.
"girl's inventory is stored entirely in chigiri hyoma."
"he's not her boyfriend. he's her backpack."
"why is she walking around like a disney princess while this man is carrying three bags and a cute beverage?"
it gets even funnier when fans realize chigiri never looks annoyed ever. in fact, he usually looks completely relaxed. sometimes he's even talking while carrying everything, as if this arrangement was established years ago.
a reporter eventually asks him about it. "fans noticed you're always carrying your girlfriend's things."
chigiri looks genuinely confused. "yeah? what of it?"
“well, why?"
"because she doesn't want to."
the clip gets 12 million views. because the answer wasn't "because i have to." it wasn't "because she asks." it wasn't even "because i'm being nice." it was simply: “because she doesn't want to.”
that’s reason enough for him.
barou shoei
barou's entire shipping scandal starts because he makes one mistake. one. single. mistake.
during an interview, he's sitting there looking annoyed as usual, answering questions with the enthusiasm of a man being forced to be on camera. the reporter asks him something. barou reaches for his phone to check something.
then the screen lights up. for less than a second. that's all it takes. well, he should know that his fans are attentive.
the interview clip gets posted online and within 10 minutes someone has already zoomed in, enhanced the image, adjusted the brightness, sharpened the pixels, and somehow identified the lock screen photo.
and it is not what anyone expected. because you're not posing. you're not dressed up. you're not looking glamorous.
you are sitting at a restaurant with your cheeks stuffed full of food, looking deeply confused, probably because barou said something stupid right before the picture was taken. the photo is objectively terrible.
the internet loses its mind. like hold on, you're gorgeous. there are thousands of professional photos of you. red carpet photos. magazine covers. and barou chose that one? that’s the photo he sees every time he unlocks his phone?
fans immediately understand the implications. that's not a photo someone picks because it's pretty. that's a photo someone picks because it makes them smile.
the memes begin instantly.
"he had access to heaven itself and chose a picture of her eating mozzarella sticks."
"that's not his girlfriend. that's his favorite person."
"barou looking at this picture after every notification:"
people become obsessed with the fact that the photo isn't flattering. it means he loves the version of you that nobody else sees. the version that's laughing too hard, making weird faces, stealing food off his plate when you promised you weren't hungry.
and when a reporter finally asks him about it months later, barou immediately gets defensive. "what's wrong with the picture?"
"nothing. people just expected something more romantic."
"... it is romantic."
the room goes silent. barou realizes what he just said. the interviewer realizes what he just said. the internet realizes what he just said.
and suddenly "it is romantic" is trending worldwide.
yukimiya kenyu
yukimiya accidentally creates one of the most beloved relationship clips on the internet entirely because he answered a question too quickly.
it happens after a match. the game was intense, the stadium is still packed, and he's doing one of those fan interaction events near the sidelines. he's signing jerseys, taking photos, chatting with supporters. the usual.
you're standing nearby, waiting for him to finish. then a little girl, maybe 6 or 7 years old, walks up to him. she's shy. holding a tiny soccer ball.
yukimiya kneels down so he's at eye level with her and signs it. everyone thinks it's a sweet interaction.
then the girl asks: "are you famous?"
the people around them laugh. because of course he is. he's yukimiya kenyu.
he smiles. "i guess so."
the little girl thinks about that answer for a second. then points directly at you, who is standing a few feet away. and asks: "what about her?"
nobody expects anything special. most people assume he'll say you're famous, too. or maybe introduce you.
but instead, yukimiya glances over at you and immediately says: "she's more important."
just like that. without hesitation. without thinking. without even realizing what he said.
the little girl nods like that answer makes perfect sense.
the surrounding fans, however, nearly collapse. did he seriously just say that???
the clip spreads online within hours. people replay it over and over. and point out how quick he was with his reply. there was no pause. no consideration or moment of thought. his answer was immediate and instinctive. the kind of response that comes from the heart before your brain catches up.
fans become obsessed.
"he didn't even have to think about it."
"bro answered that question faster than he answers interview questions about soccer."
"you can literally see him look at her and forget he's a celebrity."
the clip somehow gets even worse when people notice what happens afterward. because after saying it, yukimiya looks over at you. and smiles a small smile. the smile that's completely different from the polished media-trained one he uses for cameras.
and suddenly the internet has a second thing to obsess over. there are edits. compilations. slow-motion zoom-ins. people calling it the "more important" clip.
months later, reporters are still bringing it up. every single time, yukimiya gets embarrassed.
from his perspective, he genuinely doesn't understand what the big deal is. the little girl asked a question. he answered honestly. of course you're more important.
that was never something he had to think about.
kunigami rensuke
kunigami accidentally reveals the most devastatingly wholesome habit imaginable during a documentary.
the camera crew is filming at his house showing his routine, his gym, his kitchen, normal athlete documentary stuff.
then they get to the refrigerator. and everybody notices it: a tiny collection of colorful sticky notes. at least 20 of them. all written in neat handwriting that is clearly not his. but yours.
the documentary crew asks about it. and now everyone learns the truth.
every time you leave his house, you write him a little note. sometimes it's encouragement. sometimes it's reminders. sometimes it's complete nonsense.
"don't forget your keys."
"good luck today!"
"you're banned from buying more protein powder."
"the leftovers are mine."
instead of throwing them away, kunigami keeps every. single. one.
the internet is instantly reduced to tears. the sticky notes aren’t organized or displayed nicely. they're just stuck all over the fridge because he likes seeing them.
fans immediately start posting:
"he kept the receipt."
"that's a six-foot hero built like a tank and he's collecting sticky notes like treasure."
"your honor, he's gone."
and when asked why he keeps them, kunigami looks genuinely confused. "because she wrote them for me." as if that's the most obvious answer in the world.
which somehow makes everyone cry even harder.
hiori yo
hiori becomes a shipping victim because of a single tweet. or rather, because of what he likes.
hiori rarely posts, interacts, does anything online. which is why fans immediately notice that he has liked approximately every post you've ever made. within minutes. every single time.
new selfie? liked.
random photo of the beach at night? liked.
picture of a sandwich? liked.
tweet saying you're bored? liked.
one fan makes a spreadsheet. an actual spreadsheet tracking the timestamps. they discover hiori is consistently among the first people to interact, sometimes within 30 seconds. the spreadsheet goes viral.
people start calling him your strongest soldier.
the funniest part comes when someone asks him about it during an interview. "hiori, fans noticed you like a lot of your girlfriend's posts."
hiori blinks, thinks for a moment, then casually responds: "yeah."
"..."
"am i not supposed to?"
the clip immediately gets 20 million views.
because no, hiori doesn't understand why everyone's making a big deal out of it. he just likes seeing you.
the internet considers that the most romantic answer possible.
iglesias bunny
bunny accidentally causes a relationship apocalypse during an awards show.
he wins an award. it’s a huge moment. everyone expects some emotional speech. maybe a thank you to fans. his family. his teammates.
instead, bunny walks up to the microphone, accepts the trophy, and immediately starts looking around the room.
the audience is confused. the host is confused. the cameras are confused.
then he spots you sitting near the front. his entire face lights up. and suddenly, the speech becomes less of a speech and more of a conversation. with you, specifically.
he keeps making comments directly toward your table. you laugh. he gets distracted. he forgets what he's saying twice.
at one point, he literally points at you and says: "see? that's why i practiced this speech."
the crowd starts screaming. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? she helped you practice? how many times did you rehearse? how involved is she?
the internet spends weeks making compilations of bunny completely abandoning the existence of everyone else in the room the second he spots you.
the final verdict? bunny iglesias could be standing in front of 10,000 people and he'd still somehow only be talking to one.
hugo vivian
hugo gets exposed because he cannot stop making you laugh. that's it. that's the entire problem.
every public appearance. every red carpet. every livestream. every interview. all of it somehow ends with you laughing so hard you can't breathe.
and nobody knows why. the cameras never catch it. they only catch the aftermath – you doubled over laughing. hugo looking incredibly pleased with himself.
the internet becomes obsessed. what is he saying? what secret knowledge does this man possess?
then one day a microphone finally catches it. the answer is devastating.
you're walking together before an event, completely normal conversation.
then hugo points at a passing car and quietly goes: "zoom." you laugh.
he points at another one. "beep beep." you laugh harder.
then he spots a motorcycle. without missing a beat: "vrrrrroooom."
the microphone catches EVERYTHING.
everyone is horrified. THAT'S IT? that's the joke? those are the elite comedic talents responsible for all these viral laughing fits of yours?
people start digging through old clips. now everything makes sense. the random smiles. the giggling. the times you've buried your face in his shoulder to stop laughing. the answer was never some brilliant joke. it was just hugo making sound effects.
fans immediately lose their minds.
"she laughs at him like he's the funniest man alive and bro is literally going 'beep beep.'"
"the standards are in hell."
"he found the love of his life because she thinks of onomatopoeia as comedy."
the funniest part is that after the clip goes viral, hugo doubles down. he starts making even more sound effects in public.
they keep working on you. every single time without fail.
it's so hilarious how yukimiya is canonically the unluckiest character, i imagine he would have such a hard time trying to impress his crush.
being a model, yukimiya knows his angles and how to carry himself, but somehow, you never catch him in the most flattering positions. the first time you meet, you see him trying to catch the snack his friend was going to throw into his mouth, but his friend sneezes right when the snack is launched and yukimiya gets hit in the eye (yes, the snack somehow gets past his glasses. how does that even happen?). on another day, he sees you stranded at a bus stop near the school because it's pouring and you didn't have an umbrella, but when he walks towards you in hopes of getting to share his umbrella with you, he slips on a puddle and lands on his butt with a splash.
while yukimiya always has a smile on his face, his close friends would know that it isn't always genuine, and behind his polite friendliness, he loved to gossip. the unfortunate thing is, you've caught him more than once in a less than ideal situation. for example, after politely rejecting a classmate's confession, he turned around to roll his eyes because she could barely give a good reason beyond his looks for why she had feelings for him, just for you to be right in front of him to see his scoff up close. ah, not to mention that one time you overheard yukimiya snickering with his friends about a teacher looking like a turtle. it still keeps him up at night sometimes.
yukimiya knows that it's impossible to keep up his smile all the time, but at the very least, he wants you to always see him smiling, so he makes sure to try extra hard whenever you're around. or at least whenever he thinks you're around.
it's one of those days when everything is just a little too much to bear, so yukimiya excuses himself from soccer training to catch a breath in a corner of the school compound, hidden from view behind a vending machine. but of course, it's just his luck that you happen to use the one next to him, out of all the vending machines in the school. he brushes off your concern when you ask why he's crouched on the ground, and he slaps on a smile as he tries to distract you with some small talk. yet, you seem unconvinced, so you buy him a drink and crouch next to him.
in your bid to comfort him, you recount the silly situations you've seen him in, not realising that he's burying his face deeper into his hands with every word you say. you let it slip that you think these sides of him are cute, and although many, including himself, think of yukimiya as calm and composed, he looks up at you with wide eyes and an uncontrollable blush.
You decided today was errand day to get your everyday supplies, so you started your day with going to Starbucks, hoping it would hype you up for the busy day.
The door opened with a jingle when you entered and you were greeted by the workers with a smile.
Sitting in the seat at the corner of the room was none other than Otoya Eita, your boyfriend.
Though he had a beanie on, you could tell his hair was messy, and the corners of his eyes were red.
He looked so tired.
At the sight of him, your heart sank a little. Was he okay?
"Otoya, are you alright?" You instantly sat down next to him, looking him in the eyes concerned.
"Oh hey Y/n. It's just my allergies." He smirked causally, like nothing was wrong when he was wearing a jacket in summer weather.
"You're literally wearing a jacket in the middle of summer." You frowned, before putting a hand to his forehead.
His bangs were now ruffled around your hands as you felt his forehead. It was warm.
You sighed and Otoya hoped you didn't hear how loud his heart beat was. "Don't expose me." He huffed.
Your small chuckle filled the cafe. "I'm not, my hand is covering your forehead for your bangs."
"It's sad to say you have a point."
Then you looked him straight in the eyes. "You have a fever."
"No I don't. It's allergies." He paused. "Are you worried about me~" His teasing remark didn't have its usual energy about it though, which meant something was wrong.
"Yes I am." Your honesty shocked Otoya, leaving him without a response and making you smile. "I win. You. Are. Going. Home." After giving his nose a playful poke you stood, Otoya following.
You walked him home as you talked about random things and theory's to how he possibly got sick.
Once he got to his house, you said a quick goodbye and that you'd be back.
"Are you that worried about me? I know I must be a lot to worry about but-" he was cut off by a cough from himself, turning into a coughing fit.
Your mouth formed an "O" before running inside his house and getting him water.
He gladly accepted, and drank it down, his coughing eventually ceasing.
"Okay go to your bed. Now." You pointed to his room down the hallway after the front entrance.
"Demanding. Kinda sexy." He smirked, but you could tell he was trying so hard not to cough.
"You're not smooth. Just cough and get some rest while I get you some medicine." You deadpanned, biting back a smile.
Otoya sighed. "Yes ma'am."
And saw him drag away to his room while you got on your shoes.
"I guess no shopping today." You said quietly, but Otoya in the silence of the hallway somehow heard you.
His eyes widened slightly. 'She's giving up shopping to take care of me...'
While he laid in his bed with that thought, you went to the nearest store picking up medicine and snacks that were soft for his throat.
You got back to his house shortly and unpackaged the medicine, bringing to his room with some water.
"Otoya?" You called peeking in, finding him looking at his phone as he mindlessly scrolled.
"Hm?" He turned over slowly, looking away from his phone and to the door, where you slowly walked to his bed with the medicine and water.
Otoya saw the pills and instantly frowned. "Why are you trying to drug me?"
"It's not drugs. It's called medicine genius." You rolled your eyes, a smile still evident on your face.
"I don't want it." He rolled away from you to the face the other wall.
You sighed. Why was he so stubborn? "But it will help you feel better."
There wasn't really a reaction from him but a grumble as he grabbed a pillow and stuffed his face into it.
Your mouth formed a straight line as you opened your book, putting the medicine on a clear paper towel on his nightstand. You had predicted this,
And just as you thought, about 10 minutes later he rolled back over saying, "Can I have the drugs?"
You almost choked on air. "It's medicine."
"Whatever you say."
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You gave him the medicine and you both headed to the couch to find a movie so he could forget about his cold.
Putting on the movie you sat back, your shoulder's brushing.
By this time, Otoya was feeling really sleepy and leaned on your shoulder, snuggling into you. “You’re warm.”
“You’re the one who has fever.” You chuckled, adjusting the blanket, pulling it further over him.
He didn’t argue, just leaned into you comfortably. You gave up your whole day for him, when you could have been running important errands and shopping.
But you stayed with him instead, and that made his heart to an unfair flip.
No one had ever made him feel that way.
And in that moment he felt he wanted to keep you as his,
Forever.
“I’m staying with you forever.” He mumbled sleepily, shifting so his face was nuzzling into your neck.
Your eyes widened, before you chuckled a little, putting a comforting arm around him.
₊˚⊹♡ you're a photographer for one of sae's shoots! sae itoshi x reader
sae itoshi in calvin klein boxers should be illegal.
normally, your boyfriend doesn't do photoshoots. he found the whole concept of posing in front of a camera for hours exhausting and pointless for his soccer career—why should he sit and do inherently nothing when he could be perfecting his soccer skills? working out? analyzing matches? anything else?
but, when his sweet girlfriend's photography internship happens to be at the same place his manager had received an offer for an exclusive shoot, sae decides he'll agree to be a model for them just this once, but only if you were one of the people taking his pictures.
after turning down some of the world's most luxurious brands simply out of spite, calvin klein was quick to agree to sae's terms and conditions without a second thought. maybe you were an old friend he was doing a favor for—no one really suspected you two were dating, but that was only because you two had decided to keep your relationship under wraps.
you're fiddling with your camera's settings as one of the other photographers describes what the photoshoot would mainly entail to sae—the man's pen taps against his clipboard as he tells sae what pieces he'd be promoting and what poses he should expect, and sae nods along wordlessly as everyone around you buzzes with excitement. it was rare for sae to accept brand deals, forget the ones that weren't even sports-related—so the photographers you'd be working with were exceptionally surprised, and it seemed like the whole room was buzzing with excitement.
sae was undeniably handsome. it didn't help that he was stupidly photogenic, too, meaning every pose he did was effortlessly irresistible—but, in turn, it meant every picture you got was perfection incarnate. subtly, from time to time, he'd shift his pose to be better directed towards your camera specifically, and you took every shot with a smile on your face.
after the summer line was done, it was time for calvin klein's classic boxers to be worn.
sae looked, in simple terms, drop-dead gorgeous. every contour of his body and muscles was highlighted and even further pronounced by the studio's lighting—and your boyfriend can practically feel the giddiness radiating off of you as you take a number of candid shots while everyone around you bustles to adjust the lights and camera positions around the room before they start shooting again.
"you know, my contract for this photoshoot didn't say anything about candid shots," sae muses, stopping in front of you with one hand perched on his hip and a raised brow, but the only response he gets from you is a cheeky grin.
click.
"mr. itoshi—i think they're ready for you now," you say sweetly, and sae looks over his shoulder before noticing the head photographer waving him over. he huffs, shaking his head and turning around to give you a look that says, 'i'll deal with you later.' it was a playful glance, one reserved only for you, and even as he's walking away—you take a picture of his back because holy shit, this studio's lighting made your boyfriend's build look like that of a greek god.
after a snack break and another forty-five minutes, the photoshoot concluded with twelve decided pictures of sae that would be released to the public for their campaign. a good portion of them were taken by you, and you were happy for the recognition and appreciation.
"that's a wrap! everyone say thank you to mr. itoshi for accepting our studio's offer!"
after a chorus of thank you's for your boyfriend and a few more words spoken with the director, he's ready to head home. sae had changed back into his own clothes by now, and while the people around you are getting ready to head out, sae approaches you while you finish up packing away your camera.
"good day?" he questions with a hum, and you peer up immediately at the sound of his voice. for a moment you don't respond, glancing around you to make sure no one was looking before you reach up and place a gentle peck onto his lips.
"the best! this photoshoot's my biggest project yet. thank you for coming, sae. really." you smile warmly, slinging your camera bag over your shoulder as his eyes soften.
"come on, we're going home together."
you're out of the building in no time and back in sae's car before you know it. currently, you're curled up in the passenger seat beside him, flicking through all the shots you'd taken of him today.
"you're so handsome..." you murmur mindlessly, squinting your eyes as you connect your camera to your portable printer, patiently allowing it to print out the images for you as sae huffs.
"i'm well aware; you tell me every chance you get." he sighs, and you laugh under your breath, not really responding besides that as you continue looking through the images.
you were really happy when sae accepted the photoshoot offer—actually, you'd tackled him with quite the hug after you found out. he liked this side of you, the one that was so unconditionally happy just doing your thing. photography was a constant in your life—sae knows this. your instagram, private with no followers besides his own personal account, is a treasure. every memory and every moment in time is photographed by you. your posts made even the most mundane things look ethereal.
most of your pictures consisted of either sae, the sea, or some sort of moment from one of his games. you were sae's biggest supporter, and looking over at you in the passenger seat beside him—he can't help but stare. you look so cute smiling at his pictures like that, and the gentle breeze that comes from the open window of his car has your hair flowing around you like waves.
"y/n," he starts, and you hum in response.
sae doesn't say anything else. he merely pulls over his car onto the side of the road, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out as you tilt your head in confusion. he walks around to your side of the car and opens the door for you.
"see that sunset?" he questions unceremoniously while pointing towards the beach across the road—you nod slowly, still terribly puzzled.
"teach me how to take a picture. i want to take one of you this time."
sae watches the gears turn in your head, and he knows he made the right decision asking you once your entire face lights up with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen.
"really?! you mean it? oh my gosh, this really is the best day ever! let's go, let's go! the sun's in the perfect position right now for taking a shot!"
sae listens intently to your instructions as you two lounge on the sand. you're explaining the main functions he'll need to use in order to take a picture, and he nods along, hoping he remembers all your words once it's time to take your picture.
"how about we practice first? here, try and take a shot of the sea right now, and let's see how you do!"
sae nods with a quiet hum, carefully taking the camera from you.
hold the camera steady, aim at the subject, make sure it's in focus, and then press the shutter button.
he stays completely still as he holds the camera, and your heart positively swoons watching sae. he looks adorable with his lips pressed together in concentration as he tries to take the perfect picture. you hear the familiar click of your camera and immediately scoot over beside him to look at it.
"oh wow, this is perfect! hey, are you trying to steal my job or something?!" you accuse, and to your surprise, sae laughs.
he's only ever known soccer—sae can't get the words out, but he hopes you can understand how much he appreciates you for being the one to show him new things in life he never had the chance to explore before.
"maybe i am. what then? now, you sit back, cariño. it's my turn."
sae has you splayed out on the sand, and he'd gathered a few seashells to arrange around your head like a halo. your laughter is infectious, and he finds himself dipping down to give you a kiss every chance he gets.
soon enough, sae's hovering over you—focused and snapping picture after picture, moment after moment, and he can't remember a time in his life where he's ever felt this happy and soft. you smile for him, and despite having taken at least a dozen shots already, he wants to take more.
he'll print these photos of you, no doubt. he'll put them in his wallet, he'll make them his phone's wallpaper, he'll engrave them into his mind if he must—this moment was just that special to him.
well, maybe it wasn't the moment. it was more so your smile and the look in your eyes when you looked at sae.
"beautiful. you're beautiful. i love you so much, cariño.
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𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: While hanging out with Rin, you run into Shidou and Charles who have quite the interesting plan, leading Rin to eat a Wendy’s mukbang infront of Sae.
A reverse harem featuring You, Sae, Rin, Shidou, and Charles.
Fluff I only write fluff lol.
(Please look up what the T-Rex burger is from Wendy's before reading trust😭😭)
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It was a bright sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, and initially Rin was actually excited to go hang out with you. He felt that it was going to be an amazing day, as you guys got ice cream,
But then they came along.
Non other than Shidou and Charles were also hanging out in the area. Upon seeing you with Rin, something annoying twitched in Charles heart.
And Shidou felt really jealous, an unsettling sensation brewing in his stomach.
The two instantly looked at each other sharing a similar idea, like their brains had connected.
When they suddenly showed up at the end of the block, Rin's mood soured instantly, while you were overjoyed to see more of your friends, though they didn't get along.
"Hi Shidou! Hi Charles!" You called out to them, over the top waving, which made the tips of Rin's ears go red. He really loved how you waved.
"HI Y/N." Shidou exclaimed, a small blush creeping onto his face.
"Hey!" Charles said casually with a grin.
You nudged Rin's arm whispering, "Say Hi!"
His mouth formed a straight line. He really wouldn't like to say hello, but to make you smile,
He'd do anything.
"Hi." Rin said flatly to them, not amused.
"What are you guys up to in town?" You asked, your smile bright as ever.
Something in Charles seemed to soften at you, before he turned towards Shidou. "We were just plotting something amazing."
You blinked a few times, and Rin glared harder.
Shidou then proceeded to spill out their plan starting with saying, "Sae never eats unhealthy food right?"
Rin stiffened at the mention of Sae, while you thought about it for a moment. He'd always stick to his diet, and whenever you tricked him into getting fast food with you, he'd throw it out mercilessly before getting you both something healthier.
Never ate unhealthy food? Yeah.
"Yeah, he does hate French fries because they're way too tasty but so unhealthy." You had a finger to your chin as you voiced your thoughts and they all thought in unison, 'so cute....'
They both made the most mischievous grin at that sentence, then Charles spoke. "So what if we got a Wendy's mukbang and ate it infront of him on FaceTime so he can't throw it out."
Rin perked up, almost intrigued at the idea.
"Oooh someone's interested~" Shidou sang pointing to Rin with both hands.
"I'm not." He voiced looking out into the street.
"Well I think it's certainly a funny idea! I wonder how he'll react to it." You said, smiling while looking at Rin.
Maybe this prank could bring them closer together.
Rin frowned. "You're seriously okay with this?"
"Yup." You replied, your smile now stretching to a grin.
And could Rin refuse now?
Absolutely not.
I guess there was some perks to it: Rin could make his brother feel disturbed and disrupted.
Maybe it would even give him nightmares.
He instantly stopped an evil smirk from coming out on his face.
You all walked to the local Wendy's in the city, sunlight hitting your faces lightly.
And I guess that's how you ended up going to Wendy's.
Now that you guys arrived, you all walked to the counter ready to order your food.
But Shidou looked a little more ready than everyone though.
Soon enough, someone came to the register to take your order. "Welcome to Wendy's. What can I get-"
Shidou spoke instantly in a quick manner. "I'll take 55 burgers, 55 fries, 55 cokes, 100 tater tots, 100 pizzas, 100 tenders, 100 meatballs, 100 coffees, 55 wings, 55 shakes, 55 pancakes, 55 pastas, 55 peppers, and 155 taters!!!!"
Everyone in Wendy's looked straight at him with wide eyes, including you, Rin, and Charles. "I don't think we need that much." Charles laughed out.
"But I memorized it just for this..." He pouted, which was actually quite cute.
"We don't sell pizzas, wings, and some of the other stuff you mentioned." The worker honestly looked so done with this whole situation, and you actually found that quite funny.
"Oh." Shidou replied.
"Just shut up." Rin said, stepping forward and saying, "Can I have the T-Rex burger from the secret menu, and Ill take it as the meal with extra-large fries, and a extra-large coke with all your sauces."
The worker looked so freaked out. Charles then said, "I'll take the same exact thing."
Then Shidou also spoke, "me too!"
You were also kinda freaked out by the order so you just got out. "I'll just take a small vanilla frosty..." You had also formed a loss of appetite by their order.
The worker spoke in a horrified voice, "so I have 3 T-Rex burger meals with extra-large fries, and an extra-large coke with all our sauces?" The worker looked at you worried. "And a small vanilla frosty?"
You nodded with an unsure smile.
"That will be 60.75..."
Shidou and Charles started fighting over who paid for your food, while Rin just casually swiped his card, paying for the food, while the two looked at him like he just committed the worst crime ever to be committed.
Rin decided he'd wait for the food, claiming he needed to breathe because Charles and Shidou were too chaotic, so you were stuck at a high top table with Charles next to you and Shidou across him.
Shidou then decided to use the bathroom, leaving you and Charles alone.
Suddenly, Charles spoke. "You know, days like this are usually boring. So much sun, everyone doing nothing but hiding from the summer heat."
"Well I guess it would depend on if you decided to hide from the heat also." You replied, looking at him with a smile.
"Yeah, you're right." He looked at you, a little dazed before snapping out of it and saying. "But today... has actually been really interesting so far."
Charles then leaned his head softly on your shoulder and you froze, shifting your head to look at him. "I'm glad you think today's interesting."
"Probably because you're here." He admitted quietly. Your eyes widened and you didn't know what to say. "But it's boring waiting for food, so now you're my pillow."
"Okay." You spoke, still a little shocked at what he said.
Just then, Shidou came back from the bathroom, and seeing Charles head on your shoulder made a little jealousy brew again.
So this man literally sat next to you with no words and hissed, "You can't just use her as your pillow." To Charles before doing the exact same thing, leaning his head on your shoulder.
You froze, not knowing what to do or how you were going to survive them.
What's weird was that they were both strangely calm.
Luckily Rin came back, balancing way too many trays with his hands and one on his head.
Noticing the two gremlins (from Rin's perspective) on your shoulders, he felt a great irritation.
"Get off of her you heavy potato's gone bad on the couch. You're crushing her." He hissed, glare deepening.
"Yes sir." They both said sarcastically, now sitting up.
Rin ended up sitting next to you, kicking Shidou out of his seat, leaving you all surrounding him, ready to see him eat the Wendy's mukbang infront of Sae over video.
Shidou called Sae on his IPad at least 5 times before he picked up the phone. "What do you want." He plainly asked over the phone.
Rin was now glaring daggers at Shidou's IPad. "Y/n's here with us." Shidou stated with a grin, while you looked at him offended. He didn't say he was going to use you to keep Sae on the phone. 'Bro.' You thought.
"I see.." Sae said over the phone, his voice much softer than before.
Rin snatched the iPad, his whole mukbang infront of him and ready to eat. "I'm here too. Brother." He said the last word mockingly, making you face palm.
He placed the IPad right in front of him and the big mukbang before drenching the T-Rex burger in a bunch of sauces in an unorganized manner.
"Rin..." A deep frown came over Sae's face. "You'll never beat me if you eat that."
"Shut up." He hissed, stuffing French fries in the already stacked burger. It did already have 9 patties, and he was now stuffing fries in between all the patties with a shameless smirk.
Shidou nudged him. "Now you have to show the finished product at his screen."
And Rin did exactly that. He made sure Sae saw how bad it was, and what was exactly in it while Charles voiced, "We have the T-Rex burger with French fries stuffed in between all the patties with all Wendy's sauces splashed onto it."
Rin didn't even look at it, he just took the biggest bite he could, totaling half the burger like it was a simple protein bar.
And he did indeed receive a reaction from Sae. He was utterly horrified, dropping what seemed to be his fork on the other side of the screen.
Shidou quickly took a screen shot on his tablet, while Charles died laughing and you took a picture of the whole moment: Rin eating the burger and Sae's horrified face.
Rin quickly chewed, before downing the coke like it was water in the Sahara desert.
Sae immediately hanged up, and everyone bursted into laughter, while Rin smirked like he did the worst crime on planet earth and got away with it.
Though he felt sick to his stomach.
"Worth it." He breathed, clearly out of breath from all the chewing he was doing.
"That was crazy..." you said, astonished that he actually did it. You looked at your frosty with sadness. You didn't want to waste it, but after witnessing Rin eat whatever he just ate, you lost your appetite.
Charles was clinging to the table struggling to breathe from how hard he was laughing.
Shidou was actually cackling. "DAM YOU ATE THAT UP."
Now across the room, was Sae with his headphones in. After he had witnessed such a tragedy, he needed a second to process what actually happened.
Then he heard Shidou and Charles cackling.
Wait were they in the same Wendy's???
Sae had originally went to Wendy's as a "cheat day" getting an apple pecan salad, (This man calling a salad a cheat day 😒) but lost his appetite after seeing his own blood take part in eating such a monstrosity for your health.
You decided to step away from the chaos at the table and take a quick walk around the Wendy's. You've never been to this one before anyway so why not?
You noticed a small corner, that was kind of like a small hallway, you hadn't seen when walking in. Looked comfortable.
Walking into the small hallway of tables, you saw Sae.
No. Not after that spiel...
Upon seeing you he perked up. "Oh, hello Y/n. You actually were with them?"
"Yeah..." You admitted, scratching your neck awkwardly.
He sighed out of his nose, before gesturing you to sit across from him. You couldn't refuse, so you sat in the wooden chair parallel to his.
"Did you eat yet?" He asked looking at you, resting his face in his palm.
"After seeing Rin eat that, I don't know if I can." You chuckled fondly.
"You didn't then?"
You answered less vaguely now. "No."
Sae then slid the salad to you, eyes soft. "You need to eat then."
You looked from the half eaten salad, then to him, your eyes wide as saucers. "You were eating a salad from Wendy's???"
"Don't question it." He responded flatly.
"Sae..."
"It's a cheat day." He blushed a little in embarrassment. "It's Sunday."
"I know but.."
"Just eat."
"Yes sir."
You took the fork from his salad and started to finish the salad, the familiar taste making you happy.
Apple pecan salads were the best.
And it made it such a warmer feeling that Sae cared about you being hungry.
Sae took out his phone, I guess somewhat subtle and took a picture of you. It was blurry, but whatever.
You were too pretty not to get a picture of you.
After you finishing the salad and sitting with Sae for a while, you told him you should get back to the others, so he reluctantly said his goodbye, before leaving out the door at the end of the small hallway of tables.
You went back and saw Charles and Shidou trying the combo Rin did. Meanwhile, Rin was currently hiding his face in his arms, probably feeling sluggish after eating a bite of that brick of a burger he made.
Sitting down in your seat next to Rin, you questioned how they were eating their T-Rex burgers and not instantly dying.
Charles then asked, "You were gone for a while. Where did you go?"
An awkward smile creeped onto your face. "I ran into Sae actually."
Rin instantly sat up, his face in utter shock.
Shidou burst out laughing. "ACTUALLY??"
Charles covered his mouth in shock. "You did??"
He also bursted into laughter, trying not to spit out his food.
"Yeah he was so disturbed he let me finish his salad." You said, trying not to laugh because you felt bad.
Shidou and Charles exploded in laughter, holding onto each other for dear life.
But then it happened...
Rin laughed.
The table immediately went quiet as you observed the photo you instantly took.
He smiled.
That's insane.
"WAIT LET ME SEE!!!" Shidou exclaimed crowding around you with Charles, who got their faster.
"Delete that now." Rin said, his mouth a straight line.
But before you knew it, Shidou sent it to himself and then Rin tried to attack him.
And that's how you got kicked out of Wendy's...
You and Rin were originally going to have a sleepover so you guys went back to his house together after clearing the photo out of Shidou's phone and saying goodbye. You still had the photo though.
You sat on the couch with all the snacks, excited to start the movie with Rin. He said he had to go get his blankets from his room so you were stuck waiting for him.
Then 5 minutes past,
Then 6,
Maybe 7,
10,
Then 15.
"Where is he?" You questioned, getting up and heading to his room quite annoyed.
You opened the door to his room to find him doing a plank on his floor.
There was a stop watch running on his phone that had 10 minutes on the clock.
"Rin."
He looked to you, still holding position.
"Why have you been holding a plank for 15 minutes?"
"Because I can." He scoffed, looking back to the floor.
You realized instantly, before bursting into laughter, startling him. "You're working out extra because you ate the mukbang!"
He almost fell, telling you your answer.
You smiled, sitting down next to him and putting a light hand on his back. He didn't stop you. "Rin stop doing a plank and hear me when I say this."
Rin sat up with a small huff. "What?"
"You already work out too much to be fat, and one burger isn't going to make you bad at soccer so chill out."
The tips of his ears instantly went warm as he looked away. "Don't flatter me."
"I'm not though!" You pouted, slapping him in the arm.
For once, going out and eating a burger felt guiltless and almost fun to Rin.
He smiled softly, you didn't see it though, before thinking,
Kaiser was never the type to be vulnerable; he didn't want to show weakness in front of anyone. He kept everything to himself, afraid of being hurt or blamed.
That's why when he got sick, he didn't know how to respond to the way you took care of him,
So gently, so careful, like he was the most precious thing in the world.
And most importantly,
you actually looked like you really cared.
Kaiser was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, while you were in the kitchen, cooking him something soft for him to eat, and he was just thinking: 'How the hell did this happen?'
It started when Kaiser got up in the morning and he could barely speak without congestion clogging his throat before he even spoke.
Then you called him,
The usual.
He picked up the phone, your bright voice making him grin like a fool.
"Morning Kaiser? What's on the agenda today??"
You always found an interesting way to say everything.
It was never boring with you.
'I don't know? Going out with my princess?' He was going to say, but it came out as a cough and him trying to clear out his throat enough to talk, which didn't happen.
"Kaiser?" You asked in question.
Then another cough was heard.
"Are you okay?"
"Ahem." You almost laughed at how hard he was trying to clear out his throat.
"I'm coming over. Be there in about 15 minutes." You finally said, before hanging up the phone, leaving Kaiser in a spiral.
You were coming over? He assumed you thought it was a joke, and put a palm to his forehead.
But you showed up in full gear: medicine? Check. Water? Check. Snacks that would go down a sore throat easily? Double check.
And he was surprised. "What's this?" He laughed a little bit, his voice rough from congestion.
"Things to help you get over your cold." You answered simply, like this was normal.
He was supposed to be cared for.
But was he used to this?
Absolutely not.
This man stared at you so confused. He was full on in an outfit for a date. "I'm not sick." Kaiser replied, his voice saying otherwise.
"You literally sound like a 500 year old witch." You narrowed your eyes at him. "Bed. Now."
"I sound like a beautiful witch." He said, frown evident on his face, but listening to you, heading over to his room with his arms crossed over his chest.
You smiled at the sight, before getting to work making him some breakfast and tea.
When you entered Kaiser's room with the stuff you made, he was seated in his bed, covers over his lower half as he read a psychology book.
Upon seeing you, he set the book down and carefully took his glasses off. "Hey."
"I brought you some food and tea." You said softly, handing him the tray.
He looked down at the food and tea, quite enamored at the sight. You made this for him? Why?
Kaiser didn't expect this either. He thought you'd just lock him in his room all day.
You dragged his desk chair to the side of his bed and sat in it, waiting for him to try it expectantly.
"You made this for me? Why?"
To you the question was almost laughable. "Kaiser, you're sick. You won't get better unless you eat and drink lots of liquids."
"I guess so." He gazed at the food again, before taking a bite and his face expression showed he liked it making you feel warm inside.
After eating, you both read; you in the chair, him in his bed.
Kaiser suddenly set down his book and shifted to lay in bed facing you. For a moment he stared before saying, "Come here."
"What?" You said, placing your book down next to his on the nightstand.
"Come here." He stated again with a frown, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.
You chuckled. "You're so clingy."
"Shut it."
You laughed again before lying down next to him and taking him in your arms, engulfing him in your embrace. "Just get some rest."
He didn't reply; he just closed his eyes in your embrace, resting his head against your chest comfortably.
You slowly ran one of your hands through his hair, relaxing him. You could see his shoulders release tension, making you smile.
It made you happy to see him relax, because he was always working so hard.
You smiled into his hair, breathing in his scent, before whispering, "Get better Micheal."
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When you woke up, it was already late in the evening. What a day to sleep away, but for him,
It was worth it.
You brushed his hair away from his sleepy face, and wiggled out of his grasp to go make him some dinner.
Seeing him stir away little, you ran away to the kitchen, quiet as a ninja. You'd prefer him to wake up to dinner so he'd rest more.
Kaiser felt your missing presence and woke up slowly, blinking a few times. "Y/n?" He mumbled, looking at the empty space and frowning again.
He was so grumpy when he was sick, wasn't he.
Wrapping himself in his bed blanket, which was fairly thick, he walked over to the couch, plopping down on it.
Kaiser did indeed observe you were in the kitchen though and there was a warm feeling inside of him knowing you got up to make him dinner.
No one had ever cared for him like this before.
You saw Kaiser on the couch and sighed upon bringing him dinner. You had hoped he'd still be sleeping. "I made dinner." You smiled, plopping down next to him.
"Oh thanks." He said upon noticing you sit next to him and accepting the plate and fork you handed him.
You both ate in silence, as Kaiser could still barely talk, but he really appreciated your presence next to him.
You were there with him and that's all that mattered.
A little late he got a fever, so you gave him some medicine (He reluctantly accepted it) and put on a movie: One of Kaiser's comfort films, leaving you and him to watch comfortably.
Kaiser leaned on your shoulder sleepily from fever, practically falling into you.
You didn't dare move a muscle.
Then he mumbled, "Thank you for staying."
He was weirdly honest, but that made your heart warm.
"Always."
You just let his feverish state sink into you like you were the only life he had left, before kissing his hair sweetly.
ever since you started dating sae, there was one thing you could never stop talking about.
you absolutely loved it whenever his bangs were down.
it wasn't even because it changed him that much, but because it made him look so much softer than the cold, serious midfielder everyone else knew. every morning you'd find him standing in front of the mirror, carefully brushing his hair back into place before getting ready to leave, and every single morning you'd walk over just to ruin all of his work.
"leave them down," you'd mumble, already reaching up to push the strands back over his forehead. "please... you look so pretty like this." sae would catch your wrist before you could completely mess it up, looking at you through the mirror with the same unreadable face.
"i'm not changing my hairstyle because you think it's cute." he'd say it so flatly that anyone else would've given up, but not you.
you'd only become worse. every time the wind blew his hair into his face while the two of you were walking together, your eyes would immediately light up. "don't touch it," you'd quickly say before he could fix it, staring at him like you'd just witnessed the most beautiful thing in the world.
"just leave it like that for a little." sae would look at you for a second before raising an eyebrow. "you're staring." "because you're pretty." you answered without even thinking, completely serious. "...and you somehow get even prettier when your bangs are down."
he never knew what to say after that. compliments had never bothered him before, but hearing them from you always left him strangely quiet.
one evening, sae came home after training looking more tired than usual. his hair was damp from the weather, his bangs falling naturally over his forehead since the rain had ruined the way he'd styled them before leaving.
he had barely stepped through the front door before you looked up from the couch, completely freezing in place. sae noticed immediately. "...what?" he asked while slipping off his shoes. you didn't answer. you simply kept staring at him with the biggest smile he'd seen all week before quietly saying, "don't move."
he watched as you walked over to him, stopping right in front of him before gently brushing a few damp strands away from his eyes, only for them to fall right back into place. you couldn't help the little laugh that escaped you.
"there you are," you whispered with the softest smile. "this is my favorite version of you." sae blinked once, clearly confused. "i just got caught in the rain."
"exactly." you nodded. "your bangs are down." there was a long moment of silence before you reached up and cupped his face, admiring him like he was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. "you're so unfairly beautiful."
"...you're being dramatic."
"i'm being honest." he looked at you for another second before letting out the quietest sigh, one that almost sounded amused. "...you're impossible."
"and you're keeping your hair like this for the rest of the night."
"...i wasn't planning on fixing it."
you paused, your eyes widening. "...really?"
"if it makes you this happy," he answered, looking away as if it wasn't a big deal, "i don't see the point." you practically lit up, throwing your arms around his neck so quickly that he stumbled half a step backward. "sae!" you laughed, burying your face against him. "you're never putting it back."
"...don't push your luck."
"too late."
he rolled his eyes, but he never once moved his bangs away from his face that night.
every time you looked at him, your smile somehow got even brighter, and although he'd never admit it out loud, he found himself leaving them alone more often after that—simply because he liked the way your eyes softened every time you looked at him.
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you never understood why rin would avert his gaze during eye contact. you guys have been dating for a month, which, sure, can be an awkward stage, but not this awkward. he just never looked at you properly when the moments came.
he had the cutest eyes, in your humbly right opinion. his coastal teal pupils were bedazzled with a shimmer of life. he could try hiding that tenderness he has in his gorgeous irises, but you always saw it. despite his scowls, his grimaces, his pouts.
he had the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.
the corners of his eyes would crinkle whenever you said something he found funny — even when he was supposed to be mad at you (which was always for such a frivolous reason). his pupils would blow wide when he got a taste of his favourite food, ochazuke, which you had learned to make upon first finding out so you could give it to him often.
all just to see those pretty eyes become two shining stars.
all those times you got distracted by his eyes, and he’d be oblivious, you’d wonder to yourself why he never held eye contact.
and where the two of you currently sat, which was on your sofa, you were looking at his side profile. sight fixed on his wide eyes. his gaze was intently fixed on the tv that was lit with a live soccer match.
your arm lazily draped over his shoulders. for a meaningless moment he stilled. and then he leaned back, shifting to make himself comfortable. and his gaze softened. which you noticed immediately, because you hadn’t once taken your eyes off of his.
“look over here, rin,” you whisper.
rin’s lip twitched before he turned his head, looking into your eyes.
and quickly, your other arm reached out, your hand squeezing his chin. his cheeks immediately began beaming pink. and his eyes?
just two, glittery, bulbous balls. gosh. he was so cute.
“i love your eyes,” you murmured, specific and honest. “they’re so . . . pretty.”
rin furrowed his brows. with the pads of your fingertips digging into his plush cheeks and the downturn of his brows, he looked like a flustered kitten. cute, you of course thought.
“let me go,” he hmphed.
you giggle softly, dropping your hand and instead lacing your fingers together with his. and he didn’t refuse.
rin wasn’t going to say a thank you. he wasn’t even going to take your comment seriously. but, of course, his heart was stumbling in his chest.
and his eyes, the prettiest eyes ever, glimmered just slightly.
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Hiori felt a scratchiness in his throat. Trying to clear it he said to himself. "Probably slept too deep."
As you felt the bed rise, you groggily opened your eyes and rolled over. "Where are you going?"
"To make breakfast." Hiori replied, but his voice sounded congested and really tired, his kansai accent rough from sickness.
"Uh.. you kind of sound like you're dying though." Your face moving into an expression of concern, now sitting up.
"I'm okay. It'll go away in a little bit." He smiled, before coming over and kissing you on the forehead sweetly.
Taking the opportunity he provided coming close to you, you dragged him back into the bed, hugging him once with a deep breath before jumping out and tucking him in. "No it won't. You have a cold."
"I promise I'm alright."
"You just broke that promise." You glared daggers at him as your warning for him to stay in bed, walking out of the bedroom and to the kitchen.
"..."
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You came back with a bowl filled with soup and gave it to him with a spoon.
"This is for me?" His eyes shined; he really appreciated you.
"Yeah you're sick. Why wouldn't I? You'd do the same for me if I was sick anyway." You smiled, taking your place next to him in the chair by the bed.
"Yeah." Hiori smiled fondly at the soup, before waisting no time gobbling it up.
Later that evening, you decided you needed to get to the store to get more medicine, and Hiori insisted on coming along.
"It'll distract me!" He smiled still rather weaker than usual.
"Okay..." you reluctantly let him come along, hoping he'd be okay.
You both walked through the fall weather: coloring leaves, small puddles, and the fresh breeze hitting lightly on your faces.
Hiori looked a little cold so you took off your scarf and put it around him, and surprisingly enough, he didn't refuse.
Not a good sign...
You guys quickly got to the small convenience store after that, and you went straight to the isle the medicine was in.
The whole time you were in line to pay, Hiori was still shivering. "Are you cold?" You would ask concerned.
"Just a little. Don't worry about me." He'd say, smiling softly at you like you were all that mattered.
But you knew something was off.
After you payed, you dragged him into a small both at the front of the store and upon sitting you placed a your palm to his forehead. "Warm." You stated plainly, but you looked like you wanted to personally slap the sickness that threatened Hiori.
Your Hiori.
Meanwhile he froze, just admiring you and your beautiful face, looking so mad for his sake.
You ripped open the medicine and gave him the serving required with a bottle of water. "Take it. You have a fever."
"Okay thanks." Hiori replied, taking the medicine obediently.
“I’ll be back.” You got up, walking to the cafe at the other side of the store.
Hiori stared out the window, a small sigh escaping his lips. He didn’t like to feel useless, or like he wasn’t able to do anything. It was waisting time.
But with you,
He didn’t even know if he was actually wasting time,
Because seeing your smile was worth all the time in the world.
You came back with two hot cocoas, handing him one. “It hot so be careful.” You said, voice soft and steady.
“Alright.” He paused. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to help at all.”
You froze, then sat down next to him at the speed of light. “Hiori.”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because I haven’t been any help?”
“Not the point.” Before he could speak again you continued. “Why should you have to do anything when you’re sick?? To get better you literally need to rest, so my job is to take care of you!”
“Oh.” Hiori just stared for a moment. He didn’t have any energy to speak against it anyway, but it was almost like he was processing that he had someone who actually cared enough about him to take care of him with nothing in return.
And that made his heart warm.
“Thank you.” He said, looking down into his drink with the same fond look.
You cared.
And that was all that mattered.
There was now rain patting on the ground slightly outside as it got darker, the sky shifting to a midnight blue, complemented by the gray clouds.
You smiled and put your hand on his and squeezing lightly.
“I’ll always be here, whether you help out or not. You’re never useless.” You spoke softly, gazing gently into his blue eyes that you loved so much.
His eyes widened slightly. It was like you knew exactly how he felt inside. You knew exactly what to say and do.
Even when he was tired, you’d be there with him.
If he were to be sinking, you’d always be there to help him out.
You were the partner he could always rely on.
Hiori leaned his head comfortably on your shoulder. Around you, everything he did felt like more than enough, when to anyone else it felt so small.
Even though he was sick and practically doing nothing with you, he felt content, and really happy.
Because you stayed.
And that would always be enough.
“I love you.” Hiori whispered out softly as he sank deeper into your shoulder in the small booth.
Your heart did a little flip. “I love you too.”
You wouldn’t trade this for the world,
And neither would he.
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feat. itoshi rin. fluff <3 short drabble. rin doesn’t greet you without flowers.
itoshi rin shows up at your house at exactly 9:38 pm — standing in all his glory — drenched in sweat and a mess of shattered breaths. you know he ran all the way here, which you can’t find the reason for when you check the time twice to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.
you would’ve said something like rin what the hell it’s so late or maybe just cross your arms and peer down at him with a look that says well? to what do I owe the pleasure except it’s only sarcasm.
you would say all that if the first thing he did as you opened the door wasn’t shoving the HUGE bouquet of flowers in your face.
you have no idea where this is going.
it takes 10 seconds for you to realise he’s not going to move from his spot unless you accept the flowers and get them out of your face.
“uhm... what?” is all you can say.
“flowers.” he replies. only now allowing himself to relax and lean against the wall.
“i can see that, but why now?” you bring your fingers to trace the petals. rin is aware of all your favorites, so you’re not surprised to find them sweetly tucked together.
in fact this isn’t the first time he’s given you flowers.
ever since three months ago at the start of your relationship, when you had mindlessly told him you’ve never been given flowers— rin had made it his life’s mission to bring you flowers every. single. day. it’s sometimes a bouquet of blooming colors, sometimes it’s just a small flower he could’ve found anywhere on the roadside.
rin doesn’t greet you without flowers.
“i was so busy with practice today, i couldn’t come earlier.” he says in a somewhat hurried tone, each word cut off by the next.
you think of the hurried text he’d sent you earlier — practice’ll drag out today. i can’t come. sorry. — it was simple, and you knew he was busy so you weren’t upset over it either.
“i thought you couldn’t come?”
“but i wanted to.”
that explains the impromptu visit past 9 pm, the disheveled hair and the beads of sweat collecting on his forehead saying he ran like there was no tomorrow.
“that’s okay rinnie. you give me flowers everyday. it’s okay if you were too busy.” your fingers trace the soft petals. rin holds his breath.
“no, it’s not. i give you flowers everyday. why should today be any different?”
a smile tugs at your lips. you feel giddy and warm. the thought that he’d rushed out of practice and took the time to get you a bouquet of your favourites just to come see you even though he must be exhausted — why he goes out of his way to make you feel special — it sort of steals your breath and make your heart ricochet like bullets in your ribcage.
so when you take your hand to brush his cheeks, the warmth lingering in your hands, rin takes a hold of it in a firm grip. his own hand resting on top of yours to keep it there.
his shoulders relax, “do you like them?” he asks, like always, eyes shining with a glimmer you only ever see around you.
“i love them.” you say, all your love for him and his flowers safely wrapped up in the syllables.
rin lets a small smile play at his lips, “...and?”
you laugh at this, knowing exactly what he means. “and i love you.”
“i love you too.” rin mirrors your laugh, a sputter of low breaths throughout the air.
☀︎ a/n — part of my you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love series :) find it here !
☀︎ word count — 5.2k
☀︎ content — rin itoshi x fem! reader, setting it in the NEL so Rin plays for PXG!, reader is lowkey cringe core but to be cringe is to be free, no established relationship, umm yea idk what else to tag
☀︎ synopsis — You found Rin Itoshi by complete accident...but you swore he would be your future husband. And you always have a way of getting what you want.
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The first time you saw Rin Itoshi, he wasn't even supposed to be in the picture.
The picture belonged to his brother - the bot that everybody loved Sae Itoshi.
When he debuted professionally at sixteen, the internet collectively lost its mind.
Sports accounts and news outlets posted him.
Girls posted him.
Your friends posted him.
For nearly three months straight, every social media app was full of nothing but Sae Itoshi edits.
You'd endured enough it long enough, "I'm tired of seeing this guy."
Your friend gasped dramatically, "Tired?"
"Yes."
"That's Sae Itoshi!” She said it like you’d just told her you kicked her dog.
"I know."
"Look at his face."
You looked, "Okay."
" 'Okay?' "
"What am I supposed to be seeing?"
Your friend looked personally offended, as if she even knew this man, "You have terrible taste." All you could do was shrug, "Maybe."
She shoved her phone closer to your face, "He's gorgeous."
"Sure."
"Sure?"
You shrugged, "I don't know. He's just some soccer player."
The betrayal on her face was immediate and all you did was laugh as she rolled her eyes and snatched her phone back, "You are impossible."
The conversation should have ended there.
It should have.
Instead, later that night, while procrastinating homework, you found yourself scrolling through Sae Itoshi's Instagram account.
Mostly because everyone kept talking about him and you desperately wanted to understand the obsession.
You clicked through photos. A million photos taken of him at training, or during games, or from the magazines, and even more photos from games.
You were halfway through deciding that soccer players were perhaps the least interesting people alive when something caught your eye.
Mutual followers - which were of course your friends. And then you fell down the rabbit hole of his followers that were not mutual. They were just followers.
Any sane person would have stopped scrolling through the almost million accounts after about two swipes. But not you.
No, instead you kept going and only stopped when you saw an account with the user Rin_Itoshi.
Same last name. With the same scarily teal eyes that you always noticed when someone brought up a picture of Sae. So you came to the conclusion that they were probably family.
Curious as ever, you clicked on it and waited as the account loaded.
Where you found…one post.
One. A singular post. And the photo wasn't even good.
Half the picture was taken up by a soccer field. Several people stood in the background. The lighting was terrible and the quality was awful.
Yet somehow, your eyes found him immediately.
Dark hair. Sharp eyes. A face that looked permanently annoyed by the existence of everyone around him.
You sat up and zoomed in. Then zoomed in further.
You stared. And stared. And stared some more.
The post had maybe a few hundred likes.
There were no edits of this guy. No fan accounts. No comments talking about how handsome he was.
There was nothing.
He was just some random teenager. A soccer player's younger brother. Yet somehow your heart was beating faster as if this wasn’t just a guy you’d seen in one picture.
Suddenly you understood.
It wasn’t Sae. It would never be Sae.
But this one? This one was pretty in a way that you were sure that everyone saw in Sae, but you only saw in this boy.
You followed him immediately and then set your phone down to contemplate what the hell you just did.
Then you picked it back up and stared at his profile again.
Then you just had to laugh at yourself because this was ridiculous, actually ridiculous.
You knew absolutely nothing about him..
Not his age. Not his personality. Not where he lived..
And yet, you squinted at the screen and decided right then and there. This man would be your future husband.
You nodded, satisfied, "Yep."
This boy, who you didn’t know. Who definitely had no clue who this random girl that just followed him was. The boy who you could just feel would be just as big as his brother in a few years…yes. He was your future husband.
Obviously.
Your friends hated hearing about Rin Itoshi.
Mostly because they believed he didn't exist. Or that, if he did, he was just some guy with the same last name as Sae- a complete coincidence.
"You’re obsessed with a guy who has one Instagram post." One of them criticized. You shook your head and turned your phone to show them his account, "He has two now."
Your friend buried her face in her hands. You grinned.
Three months had passed. Then six. Then a year.
And Rin’s account remained painfully inactive after that second post.
Meanwhile Sae's popularity continued growing until everyone only ever talked about Sae.
Nobody talked about Rin. Nobody knew about Rin. Nobody but you. Which only made you more stubborn.
Whenever someone asked your celebrity crush? "Rin Itoshi." "Who?"
You weren’t trying to become someone who wanted to claim that you “knew Rin” first for when he , inevitably, became a big soccer player just like his brother. No, you were simply being honest, your mind was focused on one person and one person only: Rin Itoshi.
Whenever someone tried to show you a soccer edit, "Not interested."
"It's Sae."
"I know."
They’d look at you like you’d grown a second head, "You don't like Sae?" All you could do was shrug, "I like his brother." "What brother?"
You would then spend ten minutes explaining who he was and how you knew of him and how one day he’d be bigger than his brother could ever be.
Your friends eventually stopped asking.
Two years later, you still followed Rin Itoshi. And - embarrassingly - you still checked the account occasionally. And despite all your searching, you still knew absolutely nothing about him.
Your obsession was probably healthy. I mean, it kept your brain going! You did research, you read, you even got blue light glasses because of how often you were on a computer!
It had changed your life in a good way…kind of. A little. Not really. But whatever. The point was- You had accepted that you'd probably never meet him.
He lived in Japan. And Japan was huge. The chances of ever running into him by accident were basically zero.
So imagine your surprise when you stepped out into the streets of Paris and nearly walked face-first into a giant poster.
A giant poster that you would have ignored on any other day. Except, on this day, a familiar face caught your attention.
You froze and slowly backed up to look at it again. You immediately screamed, "Oh my God!"
People turned to stare at you, probably wondering if there was a purse snatching or someone was hurt, but nope! All they saw was some girl gawking at the poster of the PXG Soccer team.
And despite all the stares, you didn't care. You couldn’t care. Because there he was.
Rin Itoshi.
Bigger than life. Standing on a promotional poster for Paris X Gen.
Actually real. Actually existing. Well, as much as one could exist through a promotional poster bigger than your imagination.
But it wasn’t a blurry Instagram photo. You weren’t on a random account trying to find out more about him.
He was a real person…and you were in the same city. At the same time.
You fumbled your phone out so fast you nearly dropped it.
Your friend answered immediately, "What happened? Didn’t you like just land-" You couldn’t help but to yell, "He’s here!"
"Who?"
"Rin."
"Um…who?"
"Rin Itoshi!"
The phone was suspiciously quiet, so much so that you were sure you’d accidentally hung up on her before hearing your friend sigh, "...You're in Paris." "Uh huh."
"He's a soccer player." She stated the obvious. The obvious that you had been calling for the past two years. "Yes!" You were ecstatic! She was finally seeing what you saw- "Paris is a popular city." or not. "Well..."
You pointed dramatically at the poster despite her inability to see you, "It’s fate."
"It is not fate."
"IT IS."
You could hear the frustration and exhaustion in her tone, "Get it together, girl. You just happen to be in one of the most famous cities in the world. It’s a coincidence."
But you were nothing if not stubborn, "It’s fate. I’m telling you." And you hung up before she could continue being wrong.
Because clearly fate had finally decided to reward your dedication.
And before you left Paris…
Before your plane touched the ground back home…
You were absolutely going to talk to Rin Itoshi.
Or- that was the plan. Until you realized that your friend was right. Paris was huge, there were so many people, and…well you weren’t exactly sure where to look. So, you found yourself in a crowded pub.
It wasn’t packed, but it was crowded enough that people’s conversations blended together into one constant hum.
You'd been sitting at a small table near the back for almost an hour, scrolling through your phone and occasionally looking up to people-watch.
Which was how you noticed a very very loud table. They were the kind of loud that made everyone within ten feet aware of their existence.
Usually, you would’ve thought they looked fun and then probably would've ignored them. Usually, that’s what you would do…except one face looked familiar.
You frowned as you stared at them probably a bit too hard. Then finally, it clicked. You knew that guy.
The tall, kind of spooky looking blonde and pink haired man. You'd seen him on the PXG poster.
Which meant, in theory…your eyes widened.
No way.
No. Way.
You slowly looked around the room. Searching for the one person you desperately hoped would be here. And then…
You found him.
Sitting alone at the far end of the bar.
Dark hair and sharp eyes. The exact same permanently irritated expression you’d seen in exactly one picture. There he was, Rin Itoshi.
For a moment your brain completely stopped functioning.
Because there he was. He was actually there.
Not on a poster. Not in an Instagram post. Now he wasn’t some hypothetical future meeting you'd imagined a thousand times.
He was a real person. A very real person, who was in the same room as you.
Your heart immediately started trying to escape your chest.
This was it. This was your moment.
Your chance. Your opportunity. Your destiny.
Before you could think better of it, you grabbed your drink, your purse, your phone, your jacket, and everything else you brought and practically sprinted toward the bar.
You slid onto the stool beside him.
Rin glanced over at you and you just…well you froze, probably sitting there looking like an idiot.
Oh God. He was prettier up close.
You hadn't prepared for that.
"Rin Itoshi?" The words slipped out before you could stop them.
Immediately, his eyes narrowed. The expression practically screamed: How do you know my name?
"Oh,” You winced. "Sorry." His stare remained unchanged. "I just-"
"I don't do autographs outside games."
"Oh." Well…that wasn't what you'd expected.
"No!” You shook your head. "Sorry, um…No, I don't want an autograph."
"...Then what do you want?"
Excellent question to which you had no idea. Which was crazy, you'd spent two years imagining this moment. And somehow you never planned on anything beyond finding him.
"Oh God."
Rin blinked, really looking at you like you were just a crazy fan that he might need to run from at any given moment, "What?"
"I didn't think I'd get this far." You admitted weakly, giving him a shaky smile. "...What?" You dropped your face into your hands. This was absolutely mortifying. When you finally looked up again, Rin was still staring, probably wondering if you were insane.
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"Because this is going badly."
"You came up to me." He said it as if this wasn’t a spur of the moment decision for you. "I know! But I expected to have a plan!” Rin looked unimpressed at your excuse.
You sighed and then sat up straighter.
Okay. New strategy.
Have just a normal conversation. You could do that.
Probably.
"Can I ask you something?"
"No."
"...You didn't even hear the question."
"No."
You pointed at him, "That’s rude."
"Okay."
"Do people tell you that often?"
"Yes."
Rin stared at you. You stared back at him. Neither of you moved.
Eventually, he finally spoke, "What?"
You immediately brightened.
Success. Well…in your eyes at least.
"How long have you been in Paris?"
His eyebrows furrowed, "...What?"
"How long have you been here?" Was it a weird question? You didn’t think so, lots of people liked to talk about how long they’d been in a place - especially one as famous as Paris !
Unfortunately, Rin Itoshi didn’t seem to be one of those people, "A few months."
"That's cool."
"Mhm."
You nodded seriously, "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Next question."
Rin sighed, sounding like he suddenly deeply regretted talking to this random girl who sat next to him, "What now?"
You leaned forward, "Have you taken the Eurostar?" He looked at you like you’d asked an outrageous question, "...The train?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I've always wanted to ride it."
His expression became completely blank, "You came over here to ask me about trains?" You opened your mouth to say something back before shaking your head, "Well…when you say it like that it sounds weird."
"It is weird."
"Answer the question. Please."
"...Yes."
Your eyes widened, "Was it fun?"
"It's a train."
You shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe European trains are magical."
"They aren't."
"Damn."
Rin actually looked mildly amused.
So mildly that anyone who was looking at you would assume you were just talking the poor boys ear off, but it was enough for you to notice.
Five minutes later you had somehow learned that Rin hated sightseeing. And that he thought museums were fun. And that he didn't understand postcards.
“Why not just send a picture? It takes forever by mail.” Was his explanation, as if anyone ever actually mailed postcards !
You also learned that he considered the Eiffel Tower a waste of time - which went along with the hating of sightseeing you guessed.
"What do you mean it's a waste of time?" You were utterly shocked. The Eiffel Tower was on everyone’s bucket list! But all Rin did was shrug, "It's a tower."
"It's the tower."
"It's just metal."
You gasped, "You don't appreciate art." He shook his head lightly, "I do. Just not when I can see it from outside almost any window.”
"That means you absolutely don't."
Rin rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.
You immediately asked another question, "Have you seen the Mona Lisa?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't care to."
Your jaw dropped, "Rin." He raised an eyebrow toward you, "What?"
"You like museums…"
"Yes?"
"But you don’t want to ever see the Mona Lisa?"
"Nope."
You looked genuinely devastated, "You disappoint me."
For some reason, one that you would later tell your friends was fate wanting you two to stay together, the conversation between you two never died.
Every time there was a pause, you found another question.
"Have you ever been on a boat?"
"Yes."
"Did you like it?"
"No."
"You hate everything."
"I don't."
"You literally do."
"No."
You decided to stop there before going on a back and forth. Maybe he didn’t hate everything…but he definitely hated most things other people would love.
So instead, you asked the most logical next question, "What's your favorite dinosaur?"
Rin stared at you like you’d lost your mind, "...What?" Unluckily for him, your head was on very straight, "Favorite dinosaur. Go."
"Why?"
"Because I asked."
Rin pinched the bridge of his nose.
You smiled, entirely too pleased with yourself, "Mine's a stegosaurus."
"I didn't ask."
"I know."
At some point you forgot you were talking to a professional athlete.
You forgot you'd spent two years wanting to meet him.
You forgot you'd practically built a tiny shrine to his existence in your head.
Because suddenly he was just a guy who was sitting next to you. A guy who thought pigeons were surprisingly cute (he actually said ‘environmentally useful’ but you liked cute better.) A guy who hated tourist attractions.
And he was now a guy who looked vaguely offended when you suggested he'd lose a fight against a goose, "I would not lose."
You shrugged, "You don't know that."
"It's a goose."
"They're mean."
"It's a bird."
You narrowed your eyes, "I still think you'd lose."
"I'm not losing to a goose."
"Right, we’ll agree to disagree."
An entire hour had passed before either of you noticed.
And the only reason you did notice was because shouting erupted from across the room.
"There he is!"
"Finally!"
"Rin!"
You both looked over to where several of his teammates were waving.
One of them immediately pointed at you, one you recognized from the poster- zan…zan something.
The rest of the team took their attention off Rin and instead looked at you before grinning. "Ohhh." The spooky, tan one said, wiggling his eyebrows. "No." Rin's response was immediate.
The man - Shidou? You think that’s what the poster said - laughed harder, "Who's your friend?"
"No one."
You gasped, feigning hurt, "No one?" You held a hand over your heart, "No one?"
"You're a stranger."
The man you were now going to assume was Shidou looked delighted, "You've been sitting here for an hour."
You were shocked. An hour? Seriously?
You looked at the clock hanging above the bar.
Oh, wow. It had been an hour. Maybe even a little longer.
The realization hit both of you at the same time. Because when you looked back at Rin, he seemed mildly surprised too.
His teammates noticed immediately.
And unfortunately for both of you, they were the worst type of people imaginable, “Oooohhhh~”
"No." Rin's response was, again, immediate.
"We didn't say anything."
"You were about to."
Another teammate - one that looked a lot like a crow - grinned, "You know us so well."
Rin looked exhausted as the rest of the table laughed.
One of them leaned over dramatically, "So-” "No."
The grin widened, "You getting her number or what?"
You nearly choked on your drink.
Across from you, Rin looked ready to throw someone through a wall, "We were just talking."
"For an hour."
"So?"
"So," The teammate pointed between the two of you. "That's a long time."
You raised a finger, "We talked about trains."
The entire table burst into laughter. Even the corner of Rin’s mouth twitched, just slightly.
And now the entire table was staring. Smiling, waiting and watching you two like you were the newest zoo exhibit.
"Oh my God." You covered your face. "They think we're flirting."
One of the players immediately pointed, “Well?”
Rin quickly shook his head, "We're not."
"Sure."
"We aren't."
You looked at Rin and Rin looked at you. Then both of you looked away at exactly the same time.
"Okay." You stood up because if you stayed any longer you might actually die. Of embarrassment or of pure happiness you weren’t sure. "This has been lovely."
This had been fun. Really fun.
Not because he was Rin Itoshi and not because you'd spent years wanting to meet him. But because it was easy to actually talk to him.
Not in the sense that he talked a lot. God no.
You'd carried eighty percent of the conversation, but he'd actually listened. He'd answered your millions of silly questions.
He'd stayed when he easily could have just gotten up and walked away.
And that had to count for something. Right Fate?
You grabbed your jacket. "Have fun with..." You gestured vaguely toward the table. "Whatever this is."
"They're idiots." One of them yelled in protest.
You laughed and then turned toward the exit because that was probably the normal thing to do.
You'd met him. You'd talked. You'd survived.
Mission accomplished.
Future husband acquired…kind of.
You took exactly three steps before you stopped, "Wait."
The voice came from behind you. Your heart immediately attempted to launch itself out of your body.
Slowly, and I do mean very slowly, you turned around.
Rin was looking at you.
One hand shoved into his pocket. The other holding his phone out towards you.
For a second neither of you spoke, "You said you're here alone."
You blinked, "Uh," What? "Yeah?"
His eyes flickered away for a second, the tiniest hint of uncertainty crossing his face, "How long are you staying?"
Your brain completely stopped.
The answer was easy, but you were basically buffering. THE Rin Itoshi wanted to know this? You realized he was waiting on an answer when you finally caught up, "A few months!"
"A…few months?"
"Yeah."
"Mhm."
You smiled immediately.
Rin visibly regretted doing this in front of his team...
The table behind him had gone silent.
Every single one of his teammates was watching.
Waiting and then watching some more. Like a group of vultures just waiting for the moment a car wasn’t coming so they could finally devour the roadkill that they’d been eyeing all night.
Rin ignored them, well, as much as he could.
Then he held out his phone.
Your brain short-circuited again as you stared at the phone. Then you looked at him. And then the phone again, "...What?"
"You said you wanted recommendations."
Your eyes narrowed, "I did?" You didn’t remember that. And you’d definitely logged all of this talk into your ‘hopecore’ section in your memory.
"The museums." He reminded you. "Oh."
You had, technically, talked about that earlier. You'd spent fifteen minutes complaining that every travel blog gave different recommendations, but none ever seemed fun.
You stared at the phone.Then at him. Then back at the phone one more time to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
Rin sighed, the tiniest hint of pink appeared on his ears.
And suddenly…suddenly you understood.
Oh.
Oh.
You realized that you were both terrible at this, which made this significantly better, "Are you giving me your number?"
The question slipped out before you could stop it.
Immediately the entire table exploded with surprised chatter, some whooping, just general hooting and hollering.
Rin looked murderous. You looked delighted.
The team looked seconds away from tears.
You took the phone, trying very hard not to smile. As if you hadn’t planned this entire thing. Buy you were failing, spectacularly.
You entered your contact information.
Name and Number.
Done. Easy Peasy. It was simple. It was normal.
And definitely, truly, absolutely not life-changing.
You handed the phone back.
Rin looked down, reading.
Then froze.
Your smile immediately fell from your face.
"Oh no."
Slowly, painfully very slowly, Rin turned the screen around.
There.
Under your phone number.
Where your name should have been.
Future Wife
The entire world stopped.
Your soul left your body.
In a moment of what you would now assume was possession, you actually thought making a move on Rin Itoshi via your contact name was a smart idea.
And it was now the least funny thing currently happening. And a mortifying moment you would lose sleep over for thirty years, you were sure.
"Oh my God." You grabbed for the phone. Rin moved it away, "What is this?"
"Nothing."
"It says Future Wife."
"It was a joke. But obviously you’re not laughing so it’s not funny and-"
"Mhm."
You pointed at him, "Stop doing that."
The tiniest smirk appeared, and it was gone almost immediately. But you'd seen it.
And judging by the look on his teammates' faces, so had they.
When you finally left the pub ten minutes later, your face hurt from smiling. Was your pride a little damaged because you were stupid and spent a good minute trying to explain your ‘joke’? Well yes, but he hadn’t changed it, so that had to count for something. Right?
The Paris air felt cooler and the streets somehow seemed brighter.
You made it halfway back to your hotel before your phone buzzed.
You stopped walking instantly and pulled out your phone, staring at the one message from an unknown number, but you knew it was Rin.
Just one text.
Please just put Rin for my contact.
You stared at it. Then laughed so hard a passerby looked concerned that you were someone who had finally lost their mind.
Because absolutely not.
You were going to give him the most lovey dovey contact name imaginable. Manifestation, you know?
The next morning, you woke up with one objective.
Find Rin Itoshi again.
Not in a creepy way.
Okay. Maybe a little creepy.
But mostly in a normal, perfectly reasonable way. The way anyone would want to see their future husband again.
You immediately sat upright.
Future husband.
Right. You still had his number. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand. The contact was still there. It wasn’t a dream.
Rinnie Pooh
Your grin nearly split your face in half.
You had his number. An actual phone number.
He wasn’t just an Instagram account you followed anymore.
You stared at it. Then flopped backwards onto the bed, pure happiness filling your body.
You should text him.
Probably.
Maybe.
Absolutely not.
Definitely.
No.
Yes.
You spent twenty minutes debating.
Then ultimately decided against it.
Because despite everything you’d done and no matter what your friends would say, you weren't completely insane.
You had met him once. And even though you did come up to him last night, texting first felt like too much.
So instead you spent your morning wandering Paris and trying very hard not to think about him.
Which was difficult. Especially because every time your phone buzzed your heart nearly exploded.
By noon your friends were tired of hearing about it. "No." Your friend, Lia, said when she answered the phone.
“I didn't even say anything yet!"
"I know what you're thinking."
"You don't."
"You're thinking about Rin."
You felt huffed, "Maybe."
"You need help."
" No! I need encouragement."
She just sighed, "What you need is therapy."
Meanwhile, Rin had spent the entire morning annoyed.
Which wasn't unusual, actually. What was unusual was the reason.
Because every few hours his brain kept drifting back to you.
The weird girl from the pub. The one who'd approached him just to ask random questions.
The one who'd somehow managed to talk for an hour straight about quite literally nothing yet everything at the same time.
It made no sense, yet somehow he'd enjoyed talking to her.
Which was irritating. Because now his teammates wouldn't shut up, "Where's your girlfriend?"
Rin glared, "Not my girlfriend."
"Sure." Shidou laughed from across the room, "You got her number."
"She got mine."
“Rin Itoshi…what a lover boy you are.”
And for the millionth time in about ten minutes, Rin considered murder.
Three days passed. And then four. Then five.
Neither of you texted first.
You, mostly because you were stubborn. Rin? Because he wasn’t even sure if he should text you.
Then the game happened, and Rin finally broke. Not because he wanted to, but because during warmups he noticed something.
A familiar face in the stands.
The weird girl from the pub…holding a giant PXG flag, wearing a jersey, and somehow looking like the happiest person alive.
Rin froze just for a second. Then immediately looked away.
You nearly passed out, "He saw me!"
Nobody around you cared, but you did.
The game started.
PXG won thanks to Rin scoring.
The crowd lost its mind. You lost your voice.
And afterwards, as players disappeared into tunnels and reporters swarmed the field, your phone buzzed.
And you, who had never once delayed yourself gratification, opened it immediately.
A new text from Rin.
Rinnie Pooh: Are you coming to the next game?
You stared at it for what seemed like forever and then slowly lowered the phone.
Your smile grew so wide that the woman beside you looked concerned, as if your cheeks were about to split open. But you didn't care.
Because all you could think was that you got him. Hook Line and mf Sinker.
The problem was that after that first text, the conversation never stopped.
At first it was random, stupid conversations.
You: Have you ever seen a penguin in real life?
Rinnie Pooh: Why?
You: Answer the question.
Rinnie Pooh: Yes.
You: Lucky.
Rinnie Pooh: ???
You: I've never seen one.
Rinnie Pooh: Go to a zoo.
You: That's not the same.
You: Important question.
Rinnie Pooh: ?
You: Do you think ghosts are real?
Rinnie Pooh: No.
You: Wrong.
Rinnie Pooh: Okay.
You: Thank you for admitting it.
You: If a goose attacked you who would win?
Rinnie Pooh: Me.
You: Confident.
Rinnie Pooh: It's a goose.
You: That's what they want you to think.
Rin never texted first. Or well, at least not at first.
Then slowly, he started doing it more.
One text. And then another. Then another, until eventually your phone lit up at random hours.
Rinnie Pooh: Saw a rat.
You: Congratulations?
Rin: It reminded me of you.
You: Excuse me?
Rinnie Pooh: You were the one talking about rats.
You: YOU COULD HAVE KEPT THAT TO YOURSELF.
For the first time ever when texting somebody, Rin laughed.
And his teammates nearly fainted.
Months later, when you returned home, your friends assumed the Rin thing would fade, but it didn't.
You were talking every day, and every day your confidence grew.
You had been right. You had always been right.
Your friends hated that, especially when Rin started calling.
He wouldn’t call often, just occasionally.
Usually late at night. His excuse was that texting was taking too long.
The first time it happened you almost threw your phone across the room, "Hello?"
"...Why do you sound scared?"
You covered your face because hearing Rin's voice through a phone somehow felt more intimate than meeting him in person.
"I'm surprised."
"Why?"
Because you're my future husband.
You wisely did not say that.
Instead you told him a half-truth, "I wasn't expecting a call."
"Mhm."
You smiled immediately.
And somehow, you talked until three in the morning about absolutely nothing.
It happened gradually after that. So gradually that neither of you noticed.
One conversation became ten. Then ten became a hundred.
Then one day, while talking to your friends- someone asked how long you'd been talking to him.
You paused, counting how long ago it was since you’d first found Rin Itoshi in Paris, "...Eight months."
That was met with pure silence, "What?"
"Eight months."
"You're kidding."
"No."
"You talk to Rin Itoshi…"
"Yes."
"Every day…."
"Mostly."
"You met him in a bar?"
"Yes."
"All because you stalked his brothers instagram followers..?"
"Okay when you say it like that-"
"Is that not exactly what happened?"
You smiled. Because yes, that was exactly what happened.
And somehow, against all logic. Against all reason.
Against every warning your friends had ever given you, it had worked.
You found Rin Itoshi. You got his number. You became friends.
And judging by the way his name kept appearing on your phone, you were getting dangerously close to proving that maybe, just maybe…
𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: you work as a mascot at Disney World, but one day you meet Sae and he makes you laugh but you aren’t supposed to talk so you run away. After realizing that he is you best friend Rin’s brother you get them to spend more time together!
3212 words 😖 it’s basically a short story lol
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There wasn't a time Sae even thought about going to Disney world in Tokyo. He really didn't have time to think about it until Shidou randomly showed up at his door with tickets, begging him to go with.
Sae first refused greatly, before eventually accepting he wasn't going to stop asking until he went.
They packed suitcases and traveled to Tokyo, planning to stay for a night in the Disney hotels.
Meanwhile you were working your daily shift at Disney world as a character: Scuttle.
Being Scuttle was its own kind of fun. You got to act like you were super smart, giving advice that was indeed not good advice or naming things wrong.
You'd hand out forks to kids, telling them with a sign they were dingle-hoppers to brush your hair with.
Definitely not the right use.
But was it worth seeing kids get forks stuck in their hair?
100%.
Only thing that really sucked was that your mascot costume was really big and hot inside.
And boy you got sweaty, especially on sunny days.
Your best friend, Rin would go out regularly to see you and he would usually bring something nice and cool on those days, but little did you know you'd catch his brother's eye.
It was a really warm day outside and as you got on your costume you dreaded going out to the world to sweat like crazy.
But you had to achieve your dreams somehow, right?
To be on Disney's stage, being part of the performances they had for the people.
Remembering your goal, determination flooded your heart as you pulled on your big Scuttle costume.
"Time to be a bird." You said to yourself quietly.
"You've literally become one." Your co-worked replied, not too far away.
"HEY!"
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Sae was currently walking around the park with an ecstatic Shidou, who was literally asking every mascot the weirdest questions. Meanwhile Sae had the same nonchalant expression on his face, letting Shidou be his weirdest self.
Until his eyes landed on you.
You were a seagull, waddling around giving kids forks.
Watching them stick the forks in their hair intrigued him, and seagulls were his favorite animal so...
Why not go speak to the seagull?
And therefore he walked away from Shidou and the conversation he was having with Ariel about how seashells would look on him.
You noticed him approaching with an unreadable expression, but one thing was for sure:
He looked a little like Rin.
It warmed your heart a little bit at the thought of your best friend.
So you decided to be supper enthusiastic and hand him a fork as well.
He probably would want one for later right? There was no harm done.
Sae stared at the fork, blinking once or twice before looking up to the sign you showed him with directions to brush his hair with the fork.
"Aren't forks supposed to be used for eating though?" He questioned, quirking up a brow of interest.
You used your wing to point that it was indeed not a fork, but a dingle-hopper.
This man just kept staring at the sign like it was foreign, before brushing his microbangs, which seemed to already be gelled up, in the same motion as they were gelled, like he was reinforcing them to stay.
You stared in shock, before trying so hard not to laugh. 'Why did he actually do it???'
This 19 year old was actually using a fork to brush his bangs up. 'Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.'
A small giggle left your lips for about a half a second before you could get yourself under control and realize the damage done.
"You can talk?" He asked, looking at you like you were something truly interesting he wanted to spend time learning about.
You profusely shook your head 'no' before running back to the locker room away from him fast.
Shutting the door you took off your mascot head, realizing other people could have heard that. 'Shoot...'
Sae actually watched you run in, in awe, his eyes slightly widened. "What an interesting thing."
Shidou ran over, practically tears in his eyes from laughing. "HAHAHAHA WHY WERE YOU BRUSHING YOUR HAIR WITH A FORK??"
"I was trying to understand it." Sae shrugged. "It said it was a dingle-hopper."
"AHHHHHAHAHAHA"
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You were currently overthinking your whole life choices right now. 'What if a lot of people heard? Am I cooked? I'm gonna get fired.'
Just then the locker room door clicked open, revealing Rin, along with the sound of a plastic bag. "Why do you look like you're regressing to feathers in your thoughts?"
Hearing his voice you didn't even look up. "Because I'm done for."
"What?"
You told him about everything: from how you gave this guy a fork, how he actually brushed his hair with it, and your small mistake you were sure could cost you your job.
You could tell he was trying not to laugh. "SEE I TOLD YOU. ITS FUNNY."
"No, it's stupid."
"Anyway, he kind of looked like you." You slipped out, the memory of him approaching you coming back.
Rin froze.
"Oh, you have a brother. I almost forgot." Seeing him quiet, you leaned over curiously. "Is there bad blood?"
"Somewhat." He looked away, before slapping your favorite popsicle in your face.
"OW." You catched it, realizing it was something tasty. "Thanks!"
"You're such a dork."
"Ruuudeeeeeee."
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After that somewhat traumatizing experience, you decided to take your break. It was the middle of the day after all and Rin came to see you so might as well.
You guys decided to take a walk around the park with your popsicles and goods Rin brought you.
"Wait we should go on that one roller coaster." You said, pointing to a tall one in the distance.
"You're on a break and you're still wanting to go on roller coasters?" Rin sighed, taking another bite of his chocolate croissant.
"What are you scared?" You teased, trying to find a way to make fun of him.
Just then you bumped into a strong build, shoving you back a few steps. "Y/n." Rin turned quickly, but at the sight of his brother his eyes widened.
Sae instantly noticed a feather still lingering from your costume stuck in your hair, as you internally panicked at the sight of the guy who could potentially be your doom.
He plucked it out, studying it carefully. "You're that bird who ran away."
"Haha, I have no idea what you're talking about." You looked away and at Rin, begging for help.
You could see an agitated huff leave Rin's lips. "Leave her alone."
"Rin." Sae looked over at his brother with the same expression, but it almost seemed to you he didn't know how to respond to seeing him.
You could see the one sided beef quickly. Rin's voice was sharper than when he talk with you, which made your heart break.
While you saw this unfold, Shidou slid beside you, munching on his popcorn like he was watching a 5 star film. "Who are you?" You asked upon realizing.
"I'm Ryusei Shidou!" He said with a grin, but Rin's cold gaze at him seemed to contrast his bubbly demeanor.
With all the tension around you clapped your hands together politely, gathering the 3 boy's attention. "How about we all go explore the park together after my shift?"
You noticed you only had 20 minutes left on your break but you wanted to get them all to get along, so this was the only for that to be possible.
Sae turned towards you, seemingly intrigued but at the same time unreadable, making you unsure of his intentions. "But I wanted to know why you pretended to be a bird?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but we'll meet here at 7:30pm." You quickly grabbed Rin's arm, dragging him away with you.
"What the heck are you doing Y/n?" The words came out fast from Rin's mouth, like he was still trying to process what happened.
"I don't know, but it hurts me to see how distant you two are." You responded with an earnest heart.
He went silent the rest of the walk to the locker room.
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The rest of your shift seemed to fly by rather quickly, with Rin being an iPad kid while you did your job.
Taking off your headpiece once more, you peered over Rin's shoulder to see what he was playing just to be greeted by a jumpscare. "AH! What the heck are you playing?" You asked, a little mortified.
"The mimic." He said causally, like this was a normal experience.
"How are you so calm?" You responded, a little shocked.
"Just shut up and get changed." Rin continued playing. It looked like he was looking for a key, and you remembered playing that game with him once.
Maybe it was a comfort game for him,
Because you played it together.
"The key is in the second room in the next hall, remember?" You said, smiling as you walked away.
"Oh yeah."
You got back into your clothes: your favorite jeans and a short sleeved baby doll top, before meeting Rin right outside the door.
He had put away his iPad and now just had a small pouch to keep it in.
"Let's go meet them Rinnie." You smiled pulling your hat slightly up.
Rin's mouth formed to a straight line, before he started walking, muttering something incoherent. The old nickname seemed to comfort him though.
He didn't seem to like your idea about spending time with his brother, but if there was one way to bring people together, it was through spending time together.
You smacked his back, jolting him forward. "WHAT THE HECK."
A big laugh escaped you. "You'll be fine! Loosen up!"
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During your shift, Sae and Shidou had been up to some...interesting things.
Shidou dragged Sae to the little mermaid store and bought kid sized seashells to wear, before going back to Ariel and asking if they looked as good as she said they did.
Poor Ariel...
After going on a frenzy of roller coasters together they were back at the spot. Right at 7:30 because Sae made sure of it.
And as you could imagine on the roller coasters Sae was just trying to cancel out all of Shidou's ear bleeding screams.
The sky was now a beautiful pinkish orange, with the sun setting in front of it and you and Rin approached the two. You wearing a smile, Rin a cold frown.
Man, he really didn't like these guys...
"Hi guys!" You enthused, finally making a stop after pushing Rin at a talkable distance to them.
"Hey!!!" Shidou beamed, now holding a big mini mouse waffle.
"Hello." Sae said, his eyes softening a bit at the sight of you and Rin.
Something about you made him feel softer. Maybe because you disguised as a seagull??
You nudged an elbow into Rin's side. "Say Hi." You hissed through a whisper.
"Hi." Rin said, glare still plastered on his pretty face.
This was awkward. A few more seconds passed. Too awkward to bear. "Alrighty, let's head to that rollercoaster!" You said pointing to a rather large one and pulling Shidou along. The brothers needed some time alone.
Rin and Sae awkwardly hanged back while you talked about the roller coaster with Shidou and he told you about his seashells that Ariel said looked good on him.
You found it funny how he was actually wearing them.
Meanwhile Rin and Sae...
"You've gotten taller." Sae started, studying Rin closely like he could disappear at any second.
"..." Rin looked to the side, not knowing what to say. "Yeah... taller than you I guess."
"Yeah." Sae agreed with the same expression, before looking forward at you.
"How long have you known her?" He asked, feeling a familiar warm fuzzy effect in his chest.
"Ever since you left." Rin instantly replied, looking down then up again remembering what you'd told him before. It was when you first met him and you saw his habit of staring down. 'Don't look down! You're too confident for that!'
"I see..." Sae replied, the memory of leaving occurring in his mind.
You smiled taking a short glance back. "I think they're talking Shidou." You told him, trying to contain your excitement.
"I can tell you really care about Rin." He said, the same grin on his face as ever.
"I do. He's too emo for his own good." You grinned back, thinking about all your efforts to make his socialize.
Soon enough you all got to the roller coaster and waited in line. At the top of the ride, Rin ran back to your side.
"Why aren't you spending time with your bro?" You whispered to him, upon noticing his tall build beside you.
"It's so unbearable. I can't take anymore." Rin huffed, returning the whisper with his arms crossed.
A small giggle escaped your lips.
You guys got on the ride, and boy was that actually a roller coaster. It was actually really tall and big.
And was Rin enthused. No.
He didn't like the way roller coasters made him feel: powerless.
Getting strapped into the seat next to his brother made it worse.
Sae looked at him with the same nonchalant expression. "Are you nervous?"
"No. This ride is pointless." Rin said looking out at the big drop they were about to fall from as soon as the ride would start.
The seats were four a row: Sae was on the right end with Rin next to him and Y/n next Rin, leaving Shidou on the left end.
The roller coaster took off and went through several twists and turns after the drop.
Y/n and Shidou's laughing and screaming were heard clearly, while the Sae sat with the same expression, and Rin's mouth formed an uncomfortable straight line.
By the time you all got off of the coaster, it was night and the stars were shining bright in the sky.
You guys took pictures together, ate more Disney themed food and went on a spinning hot air balloon ride, before finally deciding to go on the Farris wheel.
But the karts were super small, and you knew they could only fit two people.
Sae turned to you, eyes gentlest you'd ever seen. "Do you want to go together?" He asked politely.
"Sure." You replied stepping in with him, leaving Rin with Shidou and an annoyed expression on his face.
The Farris wheel went up slowly, revealing beautiful scenery of the park. You thought about all the fun happenings of the day, including your small mistake, making you a little nervous.
"Thank you." Sae suddenly spoke as the Farris wheel reached close to its peak.
You turned to him, a little confused. "For what?"
He didn't break eye contact. "You let me spend time with Rin for... the first time in a while."
Sae's distant expression told you it brought back memories of their childhood when they probably weren't so distant.
"It's no problem. You both needed that anyway. It just broke my heart to see you guys so...apart." You scrambled out the words, waving your hands around trying to explain.
He then pulled the feather he plucked out of your hair earlier in the day from his pocket, looking at it, his expression unreadable, but softer.
Sae then smiled at it, making something in your chest tighten. "I appreciate your honesty."
Your eyes widened slightly.
Was the usual cold soccer player Sae Itoshi being soft for you???
"Of course." The words slipped out softly, as you were a little dazed.
The Farris wheel got back to the ground, and Sae helped you off, your hand in his for a small moment.
You all said goodbye and you walked home from the park with Rin: he was going to stay overnight at your house.
But Rin's expression seemed less sharp and more relaxed as he said bye to his brother.
Sae had patted him lightly on the head, saying something you didn't hear before they left, but it must have been good because Rin seemed a little bit softer.
And that made you happy.
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
"What did he say to you on the Farris wheel?" Rin asked later that night when you guys were sitting on the couch playing a horror game he chose.
"It's a secret." You smiled, honestly a little over the moon.
"..." Rin narrowed his eyes at you. "Only weirdos would be in love with someone who brushed their hair with a fork."
You choked on your spit.
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
Sae and Shidou were now getting ready to head back, packing their suitcases again.
"You really seemed to like that mascot." Shidou grinned, throwing his stuff carelessly inside.
"Is there a reason not to?" Sae replied, organizing his things neatly.
Shidou rolled his eyes and walked out the room.
Sae's stared out the window one last time. It revealed the park and its beauties.
He smiled genuinely at the thought of you in your Scuttle mascot costume.
And if there was any mascot he truly loved inside out,
It would be Scuttle.
But only if you were inside.
His heart warmed greatly, a fuzzy feeling gently returning.
Yeah he was definitely returning to Disney as soon as possible.
Because you are his favorite.
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
BONUS:
It was another hot day, and you were finally on break.
Plopping off your headpiece and getting off your costume again, you sat on the bench you and Rin would sit on.
But he was later than usual. Weird.
Maybe he wasn’t coming today at all.
Just then there was the same sound you loved: the door clicking open along with the sound of a grocery bag and two pairs of footsteps?
You looked up, and the door not only revealed Rin, but also Sae.
“Hi Rin! Hi Sae!” You smiled at them.
“Hey.”
“Hello.”
Who knew that you could push them to spend time together so much!
But before Rin was leaving…
“I’m going out.” Rin stated, grabbing his keys.
“Where?” Sae peeked out, curiosity peeking through his expression.
“Why do you have to know?” Rin frowned, slowly opening the door.
“Are you going to see Y/n?” Sae asked another question, his eyes softening.
Rin’s eye twitched in annoyance. “Yeah. Now stop asking questions.”
Sae suddenly had his shoes on and was ready to go. “I’ll go with you.”
Rin whipped his head around at his now perfectly dressed brother. “Wha-what! You can’t just go with me!”
But before he knew it they were both in the car and he was driving to Disney world.
It was an hour away, but the drive actually seemed to pass by quite quickly.
They talked about a bunch of stuff they hadn’t talked about for a while.
Sae also mentioned how he was driving now. Crazy.
But there was something warm about it.
It was amazing how one girl could change everything by encouraging one outing.
And they were both grateful, unsure but grateful.
All Sae wanted now was to make sure you were repaid in full, because you changed everything. You were,
You were super excited to see him because he had just got back from a big match and you hadn't seen him for at least a month.
You wore the new sun dress you bought the other day. It was a turquoise blue, complementing Sae's eyes, which made your heart melt every time you saw it.
Meanwhile Sae...
He was curled up in his blanket, feeling really cold. Sae got up trying to shrug it off. "It's not that bad."
He wore vest with a black dress shirt, completed by the blue tie he wore.
Looking in the mirror, Sae was really annoyed.
His nose was red from blowing his nose so much already. He sighed, grabbing his keys and leaving. Before he knew it, he was already in his car; if he couldn't feel better he'd at least want to see you.
You waited on your couch, really quite giddy for the day.
Sae was going to take you to the aquarium after all.
He texted you he was outside your house and you nearly bounced off the walls.
You walked out of your house and got into Sae's car, the door shutting with a light thump. You threw your arms around him. "Hi Sae! I've missed you so much!"
Pulling away, you heard a very stuffy voice say, "Hello."
You frowned. "Sae... you're sick."
"No, I'm fine." He quickly replied with the same exact expression, clearly unamused.
You touched your hand to his forehead, making him pause for a short moment. "You're warm..." you breathed, certainly concerned.
"What are you doing?" Sae asked, his stare still on your concerned face.
"I'm checking your temperature Sae." You chuckled a little before recollecting yourself and continuing. "You have a fever though, so we're not going on a date until you're better."
"No, we're going today. I'm fine." He said, putting his hands on the wheels ready to drive.
"Sae if you're going to drive, you need to step on the gas." You sighed. "You're not feeling well."
🤧💖✨🛏️✨💖🤧
You eventually got Sae to go home, and rest on the couch while you made him some soup.
Handing him the soup, you sat down next to his curled up in blanket state. "You made this?" He said, starting to eat slowly.
"Yeah I did. It'll go down your throat easier." You smiled, happy he seemed to enjoy it.
Sae really seemed to enjoy it. When was the last time someone made him soup? Or was he cared for with such affection...
You gave him some medicine afterwards and he didn't refuse, which was a good sign.
Getting up to get some water, you felt his hand on your sleeve, making you pause abruptly. "Sae?"
"...Stay."
You smiled plopping back down next to him again. "Alright."
And soon enough, Sae's head found your shoulder, leaning against it comfortably.
Your heart melted at the sight, and you stayed as still as you possibly could before starting to look at your phone a bit letting him rest.
Every few minutes, he would peek open an eye to make sure you were there. You ran a hand through his hair and he leaned into the touch, almost like a cat rubbing against its owners hand. "I'm not going anywhere." You finally said, making him relax more.
Knowing Sae was comfortable with you made something warm in your heart.
He wasn't the type of person to be comfortable with just anyone,
But he was with you.
And that's all that mattered.
After a while, Sae woke up, and you guys started to watch a movie. He was still leaning his head on your shoulder though.
It almost seemed like that was his place,
Beside you.
It was quiet, but peaceful: the silence you shared.
where sae wants to not be so composed and blunt around his sensitive gf.
sfw, fluff. 1.7k words. sae itoshi x reader
when people see or meet sae itoshi for the very first time, the thought that immediately flashes through their mind is—
damn, this guy is nonchalant as fuck.
and to a certain extent, they’re right. sae is nonchalant. he rarely ever shows much interest in anything outside of soccer. excitement? practically nonexistent. small talk? forget about it. he doesn’t sugarcoat, doesn’t soften his words—he prefers to be blunt and forward, even if what he says could slice straight through someone’s chest and leave them reeling.
but here’s the thing: sae doesn’t actually realize that his nonchalance and sharp edges come across as mean, or even cruel. to him, he’s just being honest. saying what’s on his mind without hesitation, without decoration. what others interpret as arrogance, he sees as efficiency. when he brushes off praise or barely acknowledges someone’s effort, he isn’t intentionally trying to be cold—he simply doesn’t understand that silence can sting more than words. condescension? distance? callousness? none of it crosses his mind. and truthfully, he doesn’t care enough to sit around wondering why people react the way they do.
that was… until he met you.
you, his infuriatingly gorgeous and—unfortunately for him—extremely sensitive girlfriend.
the type of person who could pick up on the tiniest emotional shifts in a room—the flicker of someone’s eyes, the curve of a half-forced smile, the barely-there sigh that most people would miss. you, who carried a heart too soft, too empathetic for its own good, as if you were born wired to tune into every emotional frequency around you. a person who—whether you liked it or not—fed off the energy of others.
and sae itoshi, the world’s most unapologetically blunt man, had somehow ended up with you.
—
like today.
he’d just dragged himself back from a grueling practice, sweat still clinging to his shirt, hair sticking to his forehead. he opened the door to your apartment and spotted you in the kitchen, eyes bright, holding a plate like you’d been waiting hours for this exact moment.
“i made you cookies,” you said, voice a little shy but excited. the smell hit him instantly—warm sugar, chocolate, a little vanilla. homey. sweet. something that clearly took you time.
and sae… being sae… didn’t even hesitate.
“i can’t eat that,” he said flatly, kicking off his sneakers. “my trainer has me on a protein-heavy diet.”
your smile faltered. the light in your eyes dimmed, just a fraction, but enough that he noticed. your hands lowered the plate ever so slightly, and the corners of your lips tugged down, even though you tried to cover it up with a small laugh.
it was like a punch to his gut. something twisted inside of him—unfamiliar, uncomfortable. he didn’t mean to make you look like that. he didn’t mean to crush that soft glow on your face. he just… said the truth. like he always did.
why does she look like that? i didn’t do anything wrong. i just said it. that’s all. so why the hell does my chest feel weird right now?
sae’s jaw tightened. he hated the way that expression sat on your face, hated that he was the reason for it. before he could even think about it, he grabbed a cookie off the plate.
he bit into it in silence, chewing with his usual blank expression. the cookie was warm, chewy in the center, sweet enough that even he—who didn’t care much for sweets—could admit it was good.
“…it’s fine,” he muttered gruffly, eyes flicking away before you could read too much into them. then he stuffed the rest in his mouth, dropped his bag by the couch, and mumbled, “i’m gonna shower.”
and just like that, he disappeared into the bathroom, the tips of his ears red.
—
it happened again a week later.
you were curled up on his bed, scrolling through your phone while sae sat at his desk, typing out something for his nutrition log. he’d already showered after practice, hair still damp and falling messily into his eyes, and the room was quiet except for the soft hum of his laptop.
“hey,” you said, breaking the silence. “which picture do you think i should post?”
you turned your phone toward him. one photo was you smiling with a coffee cup, the other was you sitting on a bench with sunlight hitting your face just right.
sae didn’t even look for more than a second. “the second one. your smile looks fake in the first.”
your jaw dropped. “…fake?”
“yeah,” he said simply, typing again. “it doesn’t reach your eyes. just looks fake.”
the words weren’t meant to hurt—he said them the same way he’d tell a teammate their kick was sloppy. direct. clinical. but your stomach twisted anyway. you pulled your phone back and mumbled, “you could’ve just said the second one looks nicer…”
sae finally glanced up at you, brows pulling together in faint confusion. he didn’t get it. he didn’t get why phrasing mattered, why blunt honesty didn’t always land the way he thought it should. to him, he was just helping. telling the truth. why waste time sugarcoating?
and yet, there it was again—that flicker in your expression. the tiny hurt he hadn’t meant to cause. the part of you that made his chest tighten even though he couldn’t explain why.
“…whatever,” you muttered, turning over to face the wall.
for a moment, he just stared at you. his fingers hovered over his keyboard, then dropped. he didn’t move, didn’t say anything—because he didn’t know what to say. apologies weren’t something that came naturally to him. compliments, either.
instead, he shut the laptop with a quiet snap and stood. you felt the bed dip as he sat down next to you.
he didn’t say sorry. he didn’t tell you you were overthinking. he just plucked the phone out of your hand, scrolled back to the coffee cup photo, and tapped the little heart icon.
“it’s fine,” he muttered, handing it back. “you look… cute.”
the word felt foreign on his tongue, rough and awkward like it didn’t belong there—but your heart still skipped a beat. you turned away, flustered, and in that small moment something shifted.
for the first time, sae itoshi realised that he wanted to be anything but nonchalant with you.
—
after a late practice, you were waiting for him by the gates, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, shivering under the sharp wind.
“you should’ve worn something warmer,” sae said, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. his voice was flat, almost scolding.
you looked up at him, half-expecting him to take off his hoodie for you. that’s what boyfriends in dramas did, right?
instead, he added, “next time, don’t be stupid about it.”
your mouth dropped open. “…wow. thanks.”
sae blinked, confused. in his head, he was looking out for you. he told you the truth—don’t dress like an idiot in the cold. why did you sound offended?
but then he caught it. that flicker in your expression. the little dip in your smile. and his chest gave that annoying, tight twist again. he hated it. he didn’t mean to make you look like that.
without another word, he tugged off his hoodie and shoved it at you. “wear it.”
you slipped it on, grumbling under your breath but secretly smiling inside the fabric. the sight made that telltale flush rise up his neck.
—
the same thing happened in different ways, over and over.
like the time you sent him a long, bubbly paragraph at lunch, full of emojis and excitement about the weekend.
his reply:
“ok”.
that was it. just ok. not even a fucking okay.
you groaned, throwing your phone onto the couch. “why am i dating him again?”
meanwhile, sae had stared at your message for a full minute in the locker room before putting his phone down. he’d read every word, even thought about replying with something like sounds fun or looking forward to it. but it felt fake. forced. so he just typed ok. because that was the truth.
later, when he saw you sulking, he frowned. “what? you wanted me to lie and type out extra stuff for no reason?”
“…yes!” you snapped.
he just blinked, like you’d said something completely insane.
but there it was again—that tiny dip in your mood, the shift in your voice. and again, that twist in his chest.
—
it wasn’t just texts either.
one afternoon, you twirled around in front of him, showing off a new skirt. “well? do you like it?”
sae was tying his sneakers, barely glancing up. “it’s short.”
your smile fell. “…short as in bad short?”
“it’s just short,” he said bluntly. “people are going to stare at your legs.”
your arms crossed over your chest. “so you don’t like it.”
“i didn’t say that,” he muttered, brushing past you to grab his keys. but then he caught your reflection in the mirror—the way your lips pressed together, that faint disappointment again. and damn it, there was the twist. always the twist.
he sighed, grabbed your wrist before you could storm off. “wear it,” he said, flat but softer this time. “it looks good. too good. that’s the problem.”
your cheeks heated. sae let go quickly, muttering something about being late, but the words hung in the air long after he left.
—
and then there was your birthday.
he handed you a small, plain box. no wrapping paper. no ribbon. nothing fancy.
inside was a necklace—simple, silver, elegant. gorgeous. way too fucking expensive.
but you frowned. “you didn’t… wrap it?”
sae tilted his head. “why would i wrap it? you’d just throw the paper away.”
“…because it’s cute! it’s part of the fun!”
he blinked. the idea had literally never crossed his mind. wrapping something just to rip it apart? pointless.
but then… your face fell a little.
and again, that tight, uncomfortable feeling in his chest.
the next morning, when you opened your bag for class, the box was back. this time sloppily covered in leftover wrapping paper, taped within an inch of its life, with a crooked bow stuck on top.
you laughed so hard you cried.
sae walked by with a mug of coffee, muttering under his breath, “don’t say i never wrap anything for you again.”
he was still sae. still blunt. still nonchalant with everyone else. but with you, it was different. he noticed things he’d never cared about before—your expressions, your moods, the way you lit up or dimmed depending on his words. and maybe he didn’t know how to be the perfect boyfriend. maybe he didn’t even know what he was supposed to be doing half the time.
but one thing was clear. sae itoshi didn’t want to be nonchalant. not with you. not ever.
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𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: How he’d confront you after seeing you hanging out at the store with your guy best friend.
Over the last few weeks, Ness had learned a lot of things about you, but there was something he just couldn’t shake off.
He’d see you with a guy ever so often.
A guy other than him, and it bothered him to say the least.
You both would laugh together often. Too many inside jokes, making him feel uncomfortable.
Alexis Ness was jealous, no other way to explain it.
But would he ever admit it?
No.
Maybe.
Just to hear you laugh he would. He dreamed of that laugh every day.
And to have someone tear you away like a ripped piece of paper,
That would be unbearable…
But did it already happen? Who knows?
And he was a little desperate to find out.
You and Ness went to a nearby cafe that had just opened and you sat in a quiet corner, munching on some of your favorite sweets together.
Ness thought he could just sneak it into the conversation saying, “So you guys seem really close..”
“Huh? Who?” You perked up a bit, taking another bite of your cake.
“Uh the guy you hang out with. A lot.” He was talking about your guy best friend. You could literally make so many jokes about him being fruity even though he wasn’t.
Finding it funny, you decided to not give him a lot of information so it drove him crazy. “Yeah, we’ve been friends since middle school.”
“I see..”-Ness indeed did not see-“Sounds nice.”
‘Hopefully platonic..’ he bit the inside of his cheek.
The conversation shifted to something else: about the first time you got your hair done at a really nice place. Somehow you ended up telling him the story of why you went, which was because your guy best friend messed it up trying to cut it for you.
Ness was trying not to internally die right now. “You guys really do spend a lot of time together.”
“Yeah. We do.” You replied, trying not to enjoy the poor guys struggle.
“And you talk almost every day…”
“Yeah.”
“More than we do?”
“I see where this is going.” To his horror you smirked.
“Fine, are you dating him?” He finally slipped out, accepting you clearly won.
You started laughing, making the tips of Ness’ ears go red. “Ness we’ve been best friends since middle school! I could never think of him that way!”
“Really?” Ness narrowed his eyes slightly, the blush growing more prominent on his face.
“Yes, he’s like my brother.” You reassured him, trying to look at him with the straightest face before laughing again.
“Oh, okay.” At that moment, it seemed a 20 pound boulder had been lifted from his shoulders.
“Wait Ness.” You gasped dramatically. “Are you Jealous?!”
He looked away. “No!”
You leaned forward a bit on the table. “Ness!”
“Absolutely not.”
Your eyes narrowed now
“Maybe a tiny bit..”
You chuckled before taking his hand. “Ness.”
He gingerly met your gaze, feeling his heart beat faster.
“You know I have eyes for no one except you right?” You rubbed your thumb across his knuckles.
Ness short circuited.
You just said you only had eyes for him….
His whole face flushed red and your hearty laugh filled the room again.
Karasu felt the sunlight filter through the window. Usually he'd be fine with the sun being out and feeling a warm beam of sunlight against his skin, but today,
Why was it so annoying?
Karasu grumbled and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
You stirred a little, eyes opening slowly. "Tabito?"
"Princess?" His voice sounded kind of stiff and weak. It sounded like his voice got 10 times deeper and like he was deeply congested.
"Are you okay? You sound sick." You questioned, shifting in the bed to face him, touching his beauty mark gently with your hand.
"Good morning to you too." He replied, smirking like he was completely fine.
"You look horrible." You sighed, narrow your eyes at him.
"I have a beauty mark, that's not how it works." Karasu responded, a sniffle and the red at the tips of his eyes betraying him.
You felt his forehead; it was warm. Really warm.
"You're really hot." You reasoned; you couldn't help but feel concerned. Karasu always acted tough. Tougher than he actually was.
"Thanks, I know." He teased, the smirk still plastered on his face.
"Not in that way! You have a fever!" You made him acknowledge it after you shoved a thermometer in his mouth and it indeed came back saying he had a fever.
"101." You frowned, handing him some soup you made.
He was now on the couch, a blanket wrapped around him like an oversized burrito. "It's because I'm a straight A student."
"Just shut up and rest." You bit back a grin, sitting next to him with a book you'd been reading lately.
Karasu leaned his head on your shoulder after taking a bite of his soup, scanning over what you were reading. "This is really good."
"Since when are you giving compliments?" You teased, an eyebrow raising ever so slightly.
"Since now." He sniffled, going back to eating his soup obediently.
It was funny how weirdly honest he was when he was sick, what an interesting change.
You decided to take a mental note that he liked it and continued reading on.
After he ate his food, you gave him medicine he needed, and watched him take it without any complaints.
Karasu knew you were giving the time to take care of him, and that was everything to him.
He started to feel tired and laid himself across the couch, ending up with his head in your comfortable lap.
You put a hand through his hair; he leaned into your touch, feeling a sense of relief that you were here with him.
And he really was thankful for you caring for him.
You sat there for an hour or two with Karasu napping with you as his pillow before it was time for dinner.
Deciding that Karasu was not getting up anytime soon, you ordered Chinese take out, making sure to order some egg drop soup for him.
You stuck your nose back in your book, reading peacefully as before.
Soon enough, there was a knock at the door. Looking down to see an asleep Karasu, eyes shut in serenity.
You smiled, before wiggling out from under his head and replacing yourself with a pillow.
You headed to the door, opening it to see the delivery guy. He complimented your hair with a smile, and you thanked him, hoping to receive your food soon.
Karasu heard your awkward laugh and got up off the couch in his blanket and headed to the door before engulfing you whole with the blanket, making the delivery guy now feel awkward.
You laughed and the guy handed you the food before swiftly leaving the scene.
“You’re so warm… and pretty.” He whispered, burying his face in your shoulder. “Why did you leave?”
“I ordered take out.” You said voice sweet as you closed the door and victoriously held up the take out.
He smiled softly and you guys sat out the couch eating your food while a movie played in the background.
But were either of you listening? No.
You were talking about a bunch of stuff: like snails, and whatever else you could think of.
After you ate, you both ended up cuddling up together on the couch.
Karasu hugged you from behind, burying his face in your shoulder again.
“Y/n?” He called out softly.
“Yeah?”
You could feel his smile on your skin. “Thanks.”
You knew what he was talking about. “Anytime.”
🤧💖✨🛏️✨💖🤧
Bonus: after he’s better
It had been a day since he had fully recovered and you decided to tease him about it.
You got up from the couch to go get the take out you ordered, and somehow it was the same delivery guy again. You laughed as you made him recall the last time he’d come to drop off food at your place.
Karasu got curious and somewhat jealous, so he went over to the door, putting a hand around your waist.
Getting awkward again, the guy quickly handed your food and left.
“Oh take outs here.” He said, looking down at the bag you now held with your guy’s food in it.
A smirk grew on your face. “Remember I’m warm… and pretty.”
Karasu blinked twice before realization hit him like a truck. His face got a little red as he spoke. “Stop making things up.”
“It happened. In real time.”
“I had a fever.”
“Still happened.”
Karasu followed you back to the couch with the take out and the banter between you both continued.
