...đ°đđđđ đđđđđđ and even though he's lost many dates and arrived home late lots of times because of football practice, you've never once made him feel guilty or ashamed because of his passion, supporting him instead and helping him pursue his dream of being a pro football player.
That's his why.
...đčđđ đ°đđđđđ and when his brother left and he thought he was completely alone in the world, leading to him pushing everybody away, you didn't leave his side. You waited till he was finally ready, giving him all the time in the world.
That's his why
...đčđđ đŽđđđđđ and every time he offers to pay for something or gives you an expensive gift, you always get bashful and assure him that he doesn't need to get you stuff that cost millions of yen to buy your love â you give it to him willingly, for free.
That's his why.
...đșđđđđđđđ đ”đđđ and even if he's a human sloth and doesn't have the strength to do anything except playing games and laying in bed, you always make sure he's taken care of and has everything he needs, without rushing him or complaining about his lazy ways, simply because you love him.
...đŽđđđđđđ đČđđđđđ and you're the first hand that's caressed, not hurt him. You're the first one to show him what love felt like, even with his annoying behavior and constant need to feel on top, you always showed him that love wasn't deserved or earned, but simply accepted. You loved him.
That's his why.
...đșđđ đ°đđđđđ and you just so happen to have a big, nice ass.
That's his why.
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⊠content â Isagi Yoichi x fem! reader, friends to lovers, a ton of stupidness, bachira & chigiri mentioned!!, reader thinks she's very smart...she's not, not proofread!
⊠synopsis â No one's ever called you Einstein before, but you like to think your plan to get Isagi to notice you is foolproof! Turns out, you and Isagi are actually stupid- and your plan wasn't stupid-proof.
ââ ⊠trust me, i'm not falling. don't trust me i might fall in.
The first time someone asked if you and Yoichi Isagi were dating, he laughed so hard he nearly choked on his drink.
âUs?â heâd said, grinning at the poor cashier like the idea itself was ridiculous. âNo, no, weâre just friends.â
Just friends.
You remembered standing beside him, cheeks warm from embarrassment while he kept smiling, completely unaware of the tiny crack heâd just carved into your chest.
It wasnât like he was rejecting you. He just genuinely didnât know how you felt about him.
That was the tragedy of liking Isagi Yoichi.
Because if he knew someoneâs breathing pattern on the field, he could predict their next movement before they even made it. If he watched a match once, he remembered every play. Every weakness. Every opening.
But somehow, impossibly, stupidly - he could not tell you were in love with him.
Not when you slept over at his house almost every weekend. Not when he automatically bought your favorite milk tea without asking. Not when his mom greeted you with, âOh, youâre finally here,â like you practically lived there.
Not even when half your friend group had developed a betting pool over when you two would finally get together.
Youâd thought maybe the rumors would help.
People swore they saw you two kiss once behind the train station after a festival. Someone else claimed Isagi carried your shoes home when your feet hurt after fireworks night. Chigiri said the tension between you two was âactually painful to witness.â
And stillâŠthere was nothing.
Isagi remained painfully, hopelessly oblivious.
Which was exactly why your current plan existed.
âAbsolutely not,â Bachira said immediately. You stabbed your straw into your drink harder. âItâs foolproof.â
âItâs not stupidproof,â Bachira corrected. âDifferent thing.â
Across from you, Chigiri sighed into his coffee. âI kind of want to stop this before it becomes a disaster.â
âIt wonât become a disaster,â you argued. âGuys are competitive. Isagiâs competitive. If he thinks another guy likes me, heâll realize his feelings.â
Bachira stared at you for a long moment, âYou got all that from shoujo manga, didnât you?â
ââŠMaybe.â
âOh my god.â
But it made sense. It had to.
Youâd spent nearly two years waiting for Isagi to figure it out naturally. Clearly, that wasnât working. So now you were forcing the issue.
It was a simple plan. It would be easy.
Youâd make Isagi jealous.
And once he realized the idea of losing you bothered him?
Boom. Heâd confess. Youâd be in a relationship. And live happily ever after.
Probably.
ââŠWhoâs the guy?â Chigiri finally asked.
You smiled, âIâm glad you asked.â
Three days later, Isagi nearly dropped his lunch tray, ââŠWhat?â
You looked up innocently from your seat outside the school courtyard. âHm?â
Isagi stared at the person beside you.
At the very tall, very attractive upperclassman currently leaning casually against your table while talking to you.
âWhyâs Rin here?â.
Perfect.
Rin Itoshi looked unimpressed by the entire world as usual. âWhy do you sound upset?â
âI donât sound upset.â
âYou do,â Bachira chirped from behind him.
Isagi ignored him completely. Instead, his eyes flicked back toward you, ââŠWhy are you eating lunch with him?â
You almost felt bad.
Almost.
âBecause he asked me to.â
Rin, who youâd bribed with expensive coffee to participate in your scheme, gave a tiny nod.
âHe said please,â you added, hoping it would soften the blow.
Isagi blinked. Then looked at you again, ââŠOh.â
Oh?
Oh?!
That was all?!
You forced a smile. âYep.â
Something weird crossed his expression then. Briefly there, but you saw it. Like confusion mixed with something tighter.
But then Bachira slung an arm around Isagiâs shoulders, âCâmon, Yoichi. Letâs sit over there.â
And just like that, the moment vanished.
Your plan escalated quickly after that.
You started mentioning Rin more often. You laughed at his dry comments. You walked home with him twice.
Once, you even let him rest his chin on your shoulder while he looked at your phone.
That one nearly killed Isagi.
You saw it happen in real time.
Heâd walked into the room, saw the two of you on the couch, and froze so hard you thought his soul briefly left his body.
Success, you thought triumphantly.
Itâs working.
ExceptâŠ
Isagi still didnât say anything.
Instead, he just got weird. Weirder than usual, anyways.
He started texting you more.
Started inviting himself whenever Rin was around. Started staring at you like he was trying to solve an impossible equation.
One night, sprawled across his bedroom floor while he reviewed game footage, he suddenly paused the video, ââŠDo you like Rin?â
Your heartbeat stumbled.
Finally.
You kept your voice casual. âWhat if I do?â
Silence.
The glow from his monitor reflected in his blue eyes as he stared at the screen instead of you. âOh,â he said quietly.
That stupid word again.
Oh.
Then he pressed play and kept watching the footage.
You nearly threw a pillow at his head.
A week later, your plan officially exploded in your face. You knew the second Bachira called you sounding nervous.
âSo,â he started carefully.
Immediately bad.
âWhat happened?â
ââŠDonât freak out.â That was your sign to start freaking out.
âOh my god.â
âNothing terrible happened!â
âYou saying that means something terrible definitely happened.â
Bachira inhaled deeply, ââŠIsagi asked a girl out.â
The world stopped.
You laughed. Actually laughed. Because that sentence didnât even make sense, ââŠWhat?â
âOkay, look, in his defense-â
âWho.â
âHer nameâs Nanase from his study group-â
âHis study group?!â The one you were meant to be in too but had been blowing off because âRin wants to hang out!â and you really just went home early.
Bachira winced audibly over the phone.
Apparently, after weeks of watching you with Rin, Isagi had come to a conclusion.
A devastatingly stupid conclusion.
He thought you were genuinely in love with Rin.
Which meantâŠhe needed to do the same. Find someone to like.
You sat frozen on your bed while Bachira kept talking in the background.
Something about Isagi trying to âput himself out there.â
Something about him asking for dating advice.
Something about how this was âtechnically your fault.â
You barely heard him.
Because all you could think about was how you did this.
You actually did it.
Youâd tried so hard to make Isagi realize he liked you that you accidentally convinced him to like someone else instead.
By the time Bachira hung up, your room felt unbearably quiet.
And for the first time in years, you ignored Isagiâs goodnight text.
The next few weeks were miserable. Terribly miserable.
You avoided Isagi whenever possible. Which was difficult, because he noticed immediately.
At first, he texted more. Then he called. Then he started showing up at your job, outside your classes, at your house with convenience store snacks because âyou forgot dinner again, didnât you?â
Like he always did. Like nothing had changed.
Except everything had.
You hated how normal he acted.
Hated how he still smiled at you like you were just the girl he was friends with.
Hated how he talked about Nanase with awkward uncertainty, like he was trying to convince himself this was the right thing.
Most of all, you hated yourself for being jealous over a relationship that barely even started yet.
One rainy evening, Isagi cornered you outside the train station, âYouâre avoiding me.â
Rain tapped softly against the station roof while people hurried past with umbrellas.
You kept your eyes forward. âIâve been busy.â
âYou havenât answered my texts in three days.â
âSorry.â
âWhatâs up with you?â Something sharp slipped into his voice then. Which was a little shocking, Isagi was usually gentle with you.
Which meant he was genuinely upset.
ââŠDid I do something wrong?â
The question nearly shattered you.
Because the worst part was that he didnât. He was just being Isagi.
Oblivious, earnest, kind Isagi.
You laughed weakly. âNo.â
âYouâre lying.â
âYoichi-â
âNo, seriously, what happened?â His voice cracked slightly. âYou were fine and then suddenly you wonât even look at me.â
Your chest hurt.You couldnât do this. Not while he was dating someone else. Not while he still looked at you like you mattered the most.
âYou should go call Nanase,â you said quietly.
The second the words left your mouth, Isagiâs expression changed.
At first it was confusion. Then realization.
ââŠOh.â
You nearly screamed, âStop saying oh! Oh my god!â
Several people turned to stare. You didnât care.
Isagi blinked at you, startled by your outburst, but you had opened the flood gates and now you couldnât stop the words from coming out, âYou canât keep saying âohâ every time something important happens!â you snapped. âYouâre so- god, youâre impossible!â
âIâŠwhat did I even do?!â
âYou started dating another girl!â
âI went on one date!â
âThatâs not the point!â
âThen what is the point?!â
The rain grew louder around you.
Your vision blurred embarrassingly fast. You were tired. So tired.
âI like - liked -Â you,â you whispered.
Silence.
âI liked you for so long, and you never noticed, and I thought maybe if I made you jealous then maybe youâd finally realize it, but instead you just-â your voice broke. âYou picked someone else.â
Isagi stared at you. Completely motionless. The station noise faded into background static around the two of you, ââŠYou liked me?â You laughed bitterly. âSee? This is exactly what I mean.â
âNo, wait-â
âIâm serious, Yoichi. I slept at your house every week!â
âI thought you just liked being there!â
âI wore your clothes!â
âYou said they were comfortable!â
âI literally kissed you once!â
âYou were crying!â
âOh my god!â
âYou said it was emotional support!â
You covered your face with your hands.
Somewhere beside you, Isagi made a strangled noise, ââŠWait.â
Slowly, you looked up.
His face was red. Completely red, âThat wasnât friend stuff?!â he exclaimed.
You stared at him in disbelief, âWho the hell kisses their friends?!â âI DONâT KNOW!â
A nearby businessman physically turned around to watch the argument. Neither of you cared.
Isagi looked genuinely horrified now. Like puzzle pieces were violently slamming together inside his brain all at once.
âThe lunches-â
âYes.â
âThe sleepovers-â
âYes!â
âThe handholding during movies-â
âYes, Yoichi!â
His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. Then suddenly he grabbed his head, âOh my god.â
There it was again. You would have almost laughed hysterically if this moment wasnât so mortifying for the both of you.
âIâm actually an idiot,â he muttered.
âFinally, we agree on something.â
âNo, seriously, I thought you justâŠâ He looked at you helplessly. âI thought you were comfortable with me.â
âI was comfortable with you because I was in love with you!â
His entire face went blank, ââŠOh.â
This time, the word sounded different.
Not clueless. Not confused. Just overwhelmed.
Rainwater dripped from the edge of the station roof while Isagi stared at you like he was seeing you clearly for the first time, âYou really like me?â he asked quietly.
Your throat tightened, âYeah.â
âFor how long?â
ââŠDo you actually want the embarrassing answer?â
âYes.â
You sighed, terribly embarrassed because how could he have not realized? âSince second year.â
His eyes widened, âThat long?!â
âDonât make me regret confessing to you.â
âNo, I just-â He stopped suddenly. âWait.â
Your stomach dropped, âWhat?â
ââŠI think Iâm gonna break up with Nanase.â You blinked, âYou think?â
âI mean-we only went on one date but I literally spent the entire time talking about you, and weâre not really dating dating yet and⊠she deserves better.â
Despite everything, a laugh burst out of you.
Isagi looked relieved immediately, like hearing you laugh fixed something inside him.
Then he smiled too. A soft, crooked smile. The smile youâd loved for so long.
âYou really are stupid,â you muttered.
âI know.â
âAnd oblivious.â
âYeah.â
âAnd kind of the worst.â You smiled despite yourself.
Then Isagi stepped closer carefully. Tentatively, like he was afraid youâd disappear, ââŠCan I try something?â he asked quietly. Your heart nearly stopped, ââŠOkay.â
He hesitated for exactly half a second before leaning down and kissing you.
Properly this time.
With his warm hands, rain-soaked sleeves. The faint taste of canned coffee lingered on your lips.
And when he pulled back, he looked almost offended, ââŠWait.â
You blinked. âOh god. What now?â
âYou kissed me like this before and I still thought we were friends?â
You burst into laughter so hard your stomach hurt.
And standing there beneath the station lights, with rain pouring around you and Isagi staring at you like heâd finally solved the worldâs hardest puzzleâŠ
You thought maybe some love stories just needed a little stupidity first.
⊠content â Isagi Yoichi x fem! reader, friends to lovers, a ton of stupidness, bachira & chigiri mentioned!!, reader thinks she's very smart...she's not, not proofread!
⊠synopsis â No one's ever called you Einstein before, but you like to think your plan to get Isagi to notice you is foolproof! Turns out, you and Isagi are actually stupid- and your plan wasn't stupid-proof.
ââ ⊠trust me, i'm not falling. don't trust me i might fall in.
The first time someone asked if you and Yoichi Isagi were dating, he laughed so hard he nearly choked on his drink.
âUs?â heâd said, grinning at the poor cashier like the idea itself was ridiculous. âNo, no, weâre just friends.â
Just friends.
You remembered standing beside him, cheeks warm from embarrassment while he kept smiling, completely unaware of the tiny crack heâd just carved into your chest.
It wasnât like he was rejecting you. He just genuinely didnât know how you felt about him.
That was the tragedy of liking Isagi Yoichi.
Because if he knew someoneâs breathing pattern on the field, he could predict their next movement before they even made it. If he watched a match once, he remembered every play. Every weakness. Every opening.
But somehow, impossibly, stupidly - he could not tell you were in love with him.
Not when you slept over at his house almost every weekend. Not when he automatically bought your favorite milk tea without asking. Not when his mom greeted you with, âOh, youâre finally here,â like you practically lived there.
Not even when half your friend group had developed a betting pool over when you two would finally get together.
Youâd thought maybe the rumors would help.
People swore they saw you two kiss once behind the train station after a festival. Someone else claimed Isagi carried your shoes home when your feet hurt after fireworks night. Chigiri said the tension between you two was âactually painful to witness.â
And stillâŠthere was nothing.
Isagi remained painfully, hopelessly oblivious.
Which was exactly why your current plan existed.
âAbsolutely not,â Bachira said immediately. You stabbed your straw into your drink harder. âItâs foolproof.â
âItâs not stupidproof,â Bachira corrected. âDifferent thing.â
Across from you, Chigiri sighed into his coffee. âI kind of want to stop this before it becomes a disaster.â
âIt wonât become a disaster,â you argued. âGuys are competitive. Isagiâs competitive. If he thinks another guy likes me, heâll realize his feelings.â
Bachira stared at you for a long moment, âYou got all that from shoujo manga, didnât you?â
ââŠMaybe.â
âOh my god.â
But it made sense. It had to.
Youâd spent nearly two years waiting for Isagi to figure it out naturally. Clearly, that wasnât working. So now you were forcing the issue.
It was a simple plan. It would be easy.
Youâd make Isagi jealous.
And once he realized the idea of losing you bothered him?
Boom. Heâd confess. Youâd be in a relationship. And live happily ever after.
Probably.
ââŠWhoâs the guy?â Chigiri finally asked.
You smiled, âIâm glad you asked.â
Three days later, Isagi nearly dropped his lunch tray, ââŠWhat?â
You looked up innocently from your seat outside the school courtyard. âHm?â
Isagi stared at the person beside you.
At the very tall, very attractive upperclassman currently leaning casually against your table while talking to you.
âWhyâs Rin here?â.
Perfect.
Rin Itoshi looked unimpressed by the entire world as usual. âWhy do you sound upset?â
âI donât sound upset.â
âYou do,â Bachira chirped from behind him.
Isagi ignored him completely. Instead, his eyes flicked back toward you, ââŠWhy are you eating lunch with him?â
You almost felt bad.
Almost.
âBecause he asked me to.â
Rin, who youâd bribed with expensive coffee to participate in your scheme, gave a tiny nod.
âHe said please,â you added, hoping it would soften the blow.
Isagi blinked. Then looked at you again, ââŠOh.â
Oh?
Oh?!
That was all?!
You forced a smile. âYep.â
Something weird crossed his expression then. Briefly there, but you saw it. Like confusion mixed with something tighter.
But then Bachira slung an arm around Isagiâs shoulders, âCâmon, Yoichi. Letâs sit over there.â
And just like that, the moment vanished.
Your plan escalated quickly after that.
You started mentioning Rin more often. You laughed at his dry comments. You walked home with him twice.
Once, you even let him rest his chin on your shoulder while he looked at your phone.
That one nearly killed Isagi.
You saw it happen in real time.
Heâd walked into the room, saw the two of you on the couch, and froze so hard you thought his soul briefly left his body.
Success, you thought triumphantly.
Itâs working.
ExceptâŠ
Isagi still didnât say anything.
Instead, he just got weird. Weirder than usual, anyways.
He started texting you more.
Started inviting himself whenever Rin was around. Started staring at you like he was trying to solve an impossible equation.
One night, sprawled across his bedroom floor while he reviewed game footage, he suddenly paused the video, ââŠDo you like Rin?â
Your heartbeat stumbled.
Finally.
You kept your voice casual. âWhat if I do?â
Silence.
The glow from his monitor reflected in his blue eyes as he stared at the screen instead of you. âOh,â he said quietly.
That stupid word again.
Oh.
Then he pressed play and kept watching the footage.
You nearly threw a pillow at his head.
A week later, your plan officially exploded in your face. You knew the second Bachira called you sounding nervous.
âSo,â he started carefully.
Immediately bad.
âWhat happened?â
ââŠDonât freak out.â That was your sign to start freaking out.
âOh my god.â
âNothing terrible happened!â
âYou saying that means something terrible definitely happened.â
Bachira inhaled deeply, ââŠIsagi asked a girl out.â
The world stopped.
You laughed. Actually laughed. Because that sentence didnât even make sense, ââŠWhat?â
âOkay, look, in his defense-â
âWho.â
âHer nameâs Nanase from his study group-â
âHis study group?!â The one you were meant to be in too but had been blowing off because âRin wants to hang out!â and you really just went home early.
Bachira winced audibly over the phone.
Apparently, after weeks of watching you with Rin, Isagi had come to a conclusion.
A devastatingly stupid conclusion.
He thought you were genuinely in love with Rin.
Which meantâŠhe needed to do the same. Find someone to like.
You sat frozen on your bed while Bachira kept talking in the background.
Something about Isagi trying to âput himself out there.â
Something about him asking for dating advice.
Something about how this was âtechnically your fault.â
You barely heard him.
Because all you could think about was how you did this.
You actually did it.
Youâd tried so hard to make Isagi realize he liked you that you accidentally convinced him to like someone else instead.
By the time Bachira hung up, your room felt unbearably quiet.
And for the first time in years, you ignored Isagiâs goodnight text.
The next few weeks were miserable. Terribly miserable.
You avoided Isagi whenever possible. Which was difficult, because he noticed immediately.
At first, he texted more. Then he called. Then he started showing up at your job, outside your classes, at your house with convenience store snacks because âyou forgot dinner again, didnât you?â
Like he always did. Like nothing had changed.
Except everything had.
You hated how normal he acted.
Hated how he still smiled at you like you were just the girl he was friends with.
Hated how he talked about Nanase with awkward uncertainty, like he was trying to convince himself this was the right thing.
Most of all, you hated yourself for being jealous over a relationship that barely even started yet.
One rainy evening, Isagi cornered you outside the train station, âYouâre avoiding me.â
Rain tapped softly against the station roof while people hurried past with umbrellas.
You kept your eyes forward. âIâve been busy.â
âYou havenât answered my texts in three days.â
âSorry.â
âWhatâs up with you?â Something sharp slipped into his voice then. Which was a little shocking, Isagi was usually gentle with you.
Which meant he was genuinely upset.
ââŠDid I do something wrong?â
The question nearly shattered you.
Because the worst part was that he didnât. He was just being Isagi.
Oblivious, earnest, kind Isagi.
You laughed weakly. âNo.â
âYouâre lying.â
âYoichi-â
âNo, seriously, what happened?â His voice cracked slightly. âYou were fine and then suddenly you wonât even look at me.â
Your chest hurt.You couldnât do this. Not while he was dating someone else. Not while he still looked at you like you mattered the most.
âYou should go call Nanase,â you said quietly.
The second the words left your mouth, Isagiâs expression changed.
At first it was confusion. Then realization.
ââŠOh.â
You nearly screamed, âStop saying oh! Oh my god!â
Several people turned to stare. You didnât care.
Isagi blinked at you, startled by your outburst, but you had opened the flood gates and now you couldnât stop the words from coming out, âYou canât keep saying âohâ every time something important happens!â you snapped. âYouâre so- god, youâre impossible!â
âIâŠwhat did I even do?!â
âYou started dating another girl!â
âI went on one date!â
âThatâs not the point!â
âThen what is the point?!â
The rain grew louder around you.
Your vision blurred embarrassingly fast. You were tired. So tired.
âI like - liked -Â you,â you whispered.
Silence.
âI liked you for so long, and you never noticed, and I thought maybe if I made you jealous then maybe youâd finally realize it, but instead you just-â your voice broke. âYou picked someone else.â
Isagi stared at you. Completely motionless. The station noise faded into background static around the two of you, ââŠYou liked me?â You laughed bitterly. âSee? This is exactly what I mean.â
âNo, wait-â
âIâm serious, Yoichi. I slept at your house every week!â
âI thought you just liked being there!â
âI wore your clothes!â
âYou said they were comfortable!â
âI literally kissed you once!â
âYou were crying!â
âOh my god!â
âYou said it was emotional support!â
You covered your face with your hands.
Somewhere beside you, Isagi made a strangled noise, ââŠWait.â
Slowly, you looked up.
His face was red. Completely red, âThat wasnât friend stuff?!â he exclaimed.
You stared at him in disbelief, âWho the hell kisses their friends?!â âI DONâT KNOW!â
A nearby businessman physically turned around to watch the argument. Neither of you cared.
Isagi looked genuinely horrified now. Like puzzle pieces were violently slamming together inside his brain all at once.
âThe lunches-â
âYes.â
âThe sleepovers-â
âYes!â
âThe handholding during movies-â
âYes, Yoichi!â
His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. Then suddenly he grabbed his head, âOh my god.â
There it was again. You would have almost laughed hysterically if this moment wasnât so mortifying for the both of you.
âIâm actually an idiot,â he muttered.
âFinally, we agree on something.â
âNo, seriously, I thought you justâŠâ He looked at you helplessly. âI thought you were comfortable with me.â
âI was comfortable with you because I was in love with you!â
His entire face went blank, ââŠOh.â
This time, the word sounded different.
Not clueless. Not confused. Just overwhelmed.
Rainwater dripped from the edge of the station roof while Isagi stared at you like he was seeing you clearly for the first time, âYou really like me?â he asked quietly.
Your throat tightened, âYeah.â
âFor how long?â
ââŠDo you actually want the embarrassing answer?â
âYes.â
You sighed, terribly embarrassed because how could he have not realized? âSince second year.â
His eyes widened, âThat long?!â
âDonât make me regret confessing to you.â
âNo, I just-â He stopped suddenly. âWait.â
Your stomach dropped, âWhat?â
ââŠI think Iâm gonna break up with Nanase.â You blinked, âYou think?â
âI mean-we only went on one date but I literally spent the entire time talking about you, and weâre not really dating dating yet and⊠she deserves better.â
Despite everything, a laugh burst out of you.
Isagi looked relieved immediately, like hearing you laugh fixed something inside him.
Then he smiled too. A soft, crooked smile. The smile youâd loved for so long.
âYou really are stupid,â you muttered.
âI know.â
âAnd oblivious.â
âYeah.â
âAnd kind of the worst.â You smiled despite yourself.
Then Isagi stepped closer carefully. Tentatively, like he was afraid youâd disappear, ââŠCan I try something?â he asked quietly. Your heart nearly stopped, ââŠOkay.â
He hesitated for exactly half a second before leaning down and kissing you.
Properly this time.
With his warm hands, rain-soaked sleeves. The faint taste of canned coffee lingered on your lips.
And when he pulled back, he looked almost offended, ââŠWait.â
You blinked. âOh god. What now?â
âYou kissed me like this before and I still thought we were friends?â
You burst into laughter so hard your stomach hurt.
And standing there beneath the station lights, with rain pouring around you and Isagi staring at you like heâd finally solved the worldâs hardest puzzleâŠ
You thought maybe some love stories just needed a little stupidity first.
I feel like Iâll never be content. Or at peace, or just happy. Since I was a child Iâve had depression without knowing it, growing up when Iâd feel happy Iâd instantly want to become sad again because being happy was weird, like as âemoâ as this will sound, sadness is all Iâve ever known. Iâve obviously been happy and have happy times and enjoyed things in life. But not TRULY. Deep deeppp in my heart Iâve never felt true happiness and been at peace with myself, because when I do, a wave of depression just passes over me. And I remind myself that Iâm not supposed to be happy. Is that not so shitty? I genuinely feel Iâm in such a pit. I thought life was good but I donât really have anything to live for anymore except religion, thatâs the only thing keeping me up rn.
"WHY ARE WE ACTING LIKE SHE'S A CELEBRITY?" Yukimiya asks.
"Because she tamed Rin Itoshi," Karasu says immediately. "That's historical."
"Like discovering fire," Otoya nods.
Nagi is lying upside down on the couch."I skipped my nap for this."
Barou clicks his tongue from the corner."Tch. Pathetic." meanwhile he has absolutely been standing there for fifteen minutes waiting.
Chigiri notices. "You've been fixing your hair."
"I have not."
"You literally checked your reflection in the window."
Barou looks ready to commit murder.
Meanwhile Rin has no idea what's waiting for him. He has just returned from training, towel around his neck, tired and sweaty and already irritated because everyone wouldn't stop smirking at him during practice. And the second he enters the hallwayâ
EVERYONE SCATTERS.
CRASH.BANG.
Someone falls over a chair.
Rin narrows his eyes immediately.
"...What are you idiots doing?"
"Nothing!" Bachira says too quickly.
"Absolutely nothing," Reo agrees while visibly trying to hide behind a pillar.
Rin looks deeply disturbed.
"...You're all acting like serial killers."
Karasu snorts. "Says you."
Rin ignores him and starts walking toward the locker room. And thenâ
The front entrance opens, and you walk in.
Nobody notices at first, until Aryu gasps dramatically
."âŠGLAM."
Everyone turns.
And there you are, standing awkwardly near the entrance with a small bag in your hand, looking around like you accidentally entered a military base instead of a football facility.
You smile politely. "Um... excuse me?"
Bachira's jaw drops, Isagi chokes on air, Reo shakes Nagi's arm hard enough to wake him up.
You glare harder, Shidou grins like a psychopath. "Awww, Rin-chan~ your girl's scary."
"Good."
Everyone turns toward Rin.
Because he said that WAY too proudly and now his ears are red again.
Shidou suddenly leans closer to you dramatically.
"So if Rin-chan and I fought to the death, who would you save?"
"Rin."
"No hesitation?!"
"He'd probably win too."
The room EXPLODES AGAIN.
Rin genuinely looks like he might ascend spiritually.
Barou scoffs. "Tch. Simp."
Isagi points immediately. "YOU FOLLOWED HIM TO SEE HER TOO."
Barou immediately looks insulted. "SHUT UP."
Then suddenly, Nagi appears beside you. Silently, like a ghost.
"...Can I test something?"
You blink."What?"
Without warning, Nagi gently drops his head onto your shoulder.
The room gasps.
Rin immediately tries to push him off you.
"GET OFF HER."
Nagi sighs peacefully, not moving at all. "Warm. I get it now."
Reo grabs Nagi now and pulls him off you."DON'T STEAL RIN'S GIRLFRIEND."
"She smells nice."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT."
You're laughing so hard now you can barely breathe.
Even Rin is struggling not to smile.
And somehow against all odds, you fit in immediately like you've always been there.
You're laughing with Bachira, listening to Hiori's nonsense theories, watching Reo and Nagi argue over snacks, telling Tokimitsu to relax, complimenting Chigiri's hair.
Even Barou tolerates you sitting near him without threatening murder. Rin watches all of it quietly from the side and everyone notices.
Because Rin Itoshi, the coldest person in Blue Lock, is staring at you like you hung the moon.
Isagi elbows Bachira. "...He's doomed."
Bachira wipes fake tears. "Our emo boy grew up."
Rin hears them. "Shut the hell up." He says and immediately grabs your hand. "We're leaving."
You let him drag you away while everyone screams behind you.
"BRING HER AGAIN." "SHE'S COOL." "I STILL WANT A COMPATIBILITY READING." "ASK HER IF RIN LIKES CUDDLING." "DOES HE MEOW BACK AT HIS CAT."
Rin nearly trips from rage.
You look up at him, laughing.
"Your friends are funny."
"They're not my friends."
From behind everyone scream "YES WE ARE!"
Rin screams back, "I HATE ALL OF YOU."
And somehow, for the first time in Blue Lock historyâRin Itoshi walks off the field holding someone's hand while smiling, very slightly.
But enough for everyone to scream like they witnessed the second coming of Christ.
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2k followers event, request no. 6: Rin has fallen in love and has turned into a softie, which is making Sae terrified. So he starts investigating you like a criminal and then one day comes home early only to find Rin peacefully drooling on your lap on his couch.
The apartment is quiet, which usually means one of two things in the Itoshi brothers' shared apartment:
1. Rin is asleep.
2. Rin is plotting violence against Sae.
And of course, Sae prefers Rin sleeping.
So when he steps out of his room and hears a soft, disgustingly gentle chuckle coming from the living room, he freezes.
Then slowly turns his head.
Rin Itoshi, his younger brother, the same Rin who usually looks like he wants to kill everyone on the field...
Is sitting on the couch with his phone in hand... blushing.
BLUSHING!
He's Not annoyed, angry or murderous.
But he's blushing and smiling.
Sae stares.
"What the hell?"
Rin immediately scowls and turns the phone away.
"What do you want?"
"You're smiling."
"I'm not."
"You look sick."
Rin's face darkenes. "Get lost."
Sae narrows his eyes.
This is bad.
No, this is catastrophic.
Someone has infiltrated Rin's life.
Which means someone has somehow bypassed his hostility, sarcasm, trust issues, emotional repression and terrifying glares.
This person is dangerous, very dangerous.
So to save his brother from this dangerous person, Sae decides to observe Rin for the next two weeks.
And now he is more terrified becauseâ Rin randomly glances at his phone, his ears turns red.
Rin thinks very carefully before sending a text. He types messages then erase them, then types again and stare blankly into space and suddenly smirks.
Rin even HUMS now, while making tea.
Sae nearly called emergency services when he saw Rin doing that.
Also Rin calls that mysterious person "Idiot" fondly.
FONDLY.
Sae slowly sets down his glass.
No, absolutely not.
So he starts the interrogation the next morning.
Sae sits at the dining table like a mafia boss, when Rin enters, half asleep.
"Sit."
"No."
"Who is she?"
Rin stops for a while, then continues walking again.
"No one."
"You're always smiling at your phone."
"You're hallucinating."
"You called someone an idiot lovingly."
Rin turns sharply.
"You were listening?"
"You were loud."
"I whispered."
"You're radiating weakness."
"It's none of your business."
"It is if some parasite is trying to ruin your life."
Rin looks offended enough to stab him.
"Shut up."
"Name."
"No."
"Show me her picture."
"No."
"Give me her social media then."
"No."
"Alright then, what's her blood type?"
"Die."
Rin walks off and Sae rubs his temples.
Fine, if Rin won't cooperateâ
He'll just investigate.
âœâââââââââââââââ„
The private investigator returns three weeks later.
Sae sits across from him.
"Well?"
The investigator hands over a folder.
"She's clean."
Sae frowns.
"What do you mean clean?"
"I mean normal. University student. Good grades. No scandals. No criminal history. Volunteers sometimes. Buys coffee too often. Once yelled at a guy for making fun of beggar."
Sae blinks.
"That's it?"
"She also seems genuinely in love with your brother. You brother seems to love her a lot too."
Silence.
Sae dislikes that answer most of all.
So he just decides to meet you himself and texts you, he got your number from the investigatorâ
I'm Rin's brother. We need to talk. Don't tell Rin. Meet me (cafe name) at 5.
a rather unpleasant feeling was stirring in your stomach.
"wow! you're soooooooo good sae!"
and the forced voices were making you more agitated by the moment.
of course, it's completely normal for your husband to have many fans, especially fangirls. however, this must've been too much.
these girls each decided to wear a fake jersey with his number on it. they even decided to crop the shirt horrendously short.
now you weren't one for bringing down other girls for what they wear, of course, anyone could wear anything they wanted! but there was a pattern emerging with this specific group of girls.
no matter where you were sitting, you could always hear, see or even sense them somewhere in the crowd of 20k+ people. it was starting to get annoying with how often they tried to disrupt sae's flow during gameplay, but there was no rule of kicking people out just for doing that.
sae had no issue with them, even when you talked about it with him one time, he just brushed it off, saying, "i didn't know they existed."
as of right now, he was in the middle of a penalty kick and the girls, with what little brain cells they have, resorted to squealing as loud as they could when clearly, it was not a good time.
anyhow, sae kicks the ball, creating a long, curved arc and he somehow makes it into the goal. you don't question the science behind it because listening to sae talk about it may as well be a story to put you to sleep.
you have to be impressed with how these girls never lose their voices though. even when they've screamed for at least 80 minutes of the game, you can never make out any sort of voice crack that comes from them.
but then sae turns.
you expect him to lock eyes with you like he does after every goal he's ever scored in a game. but no.
he makes eye contact with those girls.
and you catch it.
your eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing before you're even more irritated when the girls go wild. screaming. shouting. squealing. barking?
seems like sae wanted to see the fans he never saw before.
you scoff under your breath, crossing your arms as you stare at sae unimpressed. why pay attention to those girls when your wife is literally watching from the vip seats?
whatever.
your wedding ring glints in the stadium lights and you twist it around your ring finger anxiously.
it's the last 10 minutes of the game. sae's team needs to score one more point to cut off the draw from the opposing team.
your eyes are only on sae as he seems to strategically place himself where the ball eventually gets kicked over to him. you never bother to think how this man predicts everything, it's normal by now.
he dribbles the ball past the opposing players, stoic expression plastered on his face. you hold your breath as he approaches the goal, where many of the players have positioned theirself to defend it, almost as if their life was on the line.
sae expertly weaves between players, the ball a blur as he manages to change pace, direction and even makes a player fall over his own feet as he fakes a shot.
after all of that, an opening appeared, his teal eyes shining as they zone in on the place he wants to shoot at. he kicks it hard and fast, the ball shooting directly at the top right corner of the goal.
the whole stadium cheers and the buzzer sounds, signalling the end of the game. you smile slightly, breathing out a soft sigh of relief. you never doubted sae.
even after the crowd quietened down for the ceremony, the girls were obnoxiously talking loudly about sae.
"his eyes are to die for!"
"oh my god his hair looks amazing even after all of that!"
"we love you sae!"
you sat in your seat in a pool of dread, just waiting for the awards ceremony to be over. after all medals were awarded, the crowd started to filter out of the stadium.
you took your time grabbing your things, knowing sae would probably be bombarded with interviews from the media.
as always, you walked down to the field, watching sae walk away from his interviews.
of course, he had to interact with the leftover crowd along the way, which also included those girls. the girls were close to falling over the barricade as they reached their hands out with random things in hand, probably for him to sign.
sae never did these things however, he couldn't be bothered.
he just gave a short wave to the crowd, nonchalantly walking past the girls, leaving them with pouts on their faces.
"hello, husband," you said, loud enough for the girls to hear as you were still near the crowd.
their heads turned immediately at that.
after all the games they've been to, had they not known you existed?
"hello... wife?" sae said, almost unsure as he watched you approaching him rather quicker than usual.
"you did well," you smile, sliding your hands around his neck, giving him a slight hug. his scent was mixed with his usual musky scent and a bit of sweat. you didn't care though.
his hands slid awkwardly to your waist, not used to doing this much PDA especially in front of fans. he raised an eyebrow as he took in the way you were smiling like a cheshire cat.
before he knew it, you were leaning in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
it wasn't obvious at first, but sae melted into it, reciprocating the kiss thankfully.
the girls gasped, jaws dropped to the floor.
you finally pulled away, still smiling innocently.
"let's go back, i'll make your favourite?" you interlaced your fingers with his, the cold metal of the ring pressed against his own fingers.
sae wore his ring on a chain around his neck. he didn't want to lose his ring any time while playing, it would be an inconvenience.
"sure..." he said, still unsure why you were acting this way.
after you two left, the girls stood there, starstruck looks on their face.
"y'know... hear me out on his wife," one of them said slowly.
the other two of her clique whipped their heads around so fast you could think they snapped off.
"y-you can't just say that- we were literally just cheering for sae!!"
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For my presentation here. You're going to be bitch#24
And excuse me if you're not a girl. Still my bitch tho
Bitch#24 sat on her knees, pussy bare and dripping wet for Angel.
âPlease, mommy, please, Iâve been a dirty little slut, please fuck me already, I wonât be naughty again, I swear.â She begs, rubbing her puffy clit between whiny moans and breathy whispers.
âAnd do you think you deserve it?â Angel asks, lowering her gaze to look at the slutty whore thatâs on her knees for her, begging for any ounce of her attention.
âAttention-deprived little thing, you want my attention so badly, donât you?â
âYes mommy! Yes I do! Want your attention so badddâ bitch#24 cries out, thrusting 2 fingers inside of her loose wet hole, stretching herself open in hopes that Angel will fuck her.
âBut you donât deserve it,â Angel says, pushing bitch#24âs legs apart with the tip of her shoe.
âI do! I do, mommy! I swear I do!â Angel tuts, motioning her head for bitch#24 for continue playing with her slutty little pussy, putting on a show for angel.
All for her attention.
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THE COUCH GUY brother's bestfriend â nagi seishiro
you and your brother wasnât exactly the same, you two were just so different regarding hobbies and interests. your brother loved football so much, it was just part of him. you never really got it, but you never stopped showing up either
youâd sit on a rock while he practiced outside, listening to his happy cheers whenever he scored a goal on the makeup goal net. he used to ask you to join. not seriously, but more like hope disguised as asking, you always said no. that stayed between you two, heâd play alone while you watched him.
but then nagi seishiro started coming over.
the yard had became a football field whenever nagi came over. he just followed reo quietly, hands in his pockets, and clearly not caring much about your existence. after practice, heâd always end up inside, on the couch, same spot every time, it was like muscle memory. he would have his phone in hand, shoes off, no effort to even acknowledge anyone else unless spoken to directly.
the first time you tried talking to him, he barely looked up.
âhey, youâre on my seat,â you said
âhmmm?â he replied. â..move me then..â
you didnât. you just stood there for a second, annoyed, then walked away like you always did. he didnât even feel like a guest. guests at least tried to act decent. nagi just existed wherever he wanted.
you walk closer, standing right in front of him now, blocking whatever game heâs playing. his eyes shift up slowly, like even that takes effort.
ââŠmy seat.â you almost laugh âyouâre on my seat.â you repeat, but he doesnât even look at you. you stare at him, disbelief settling in your chest. this is exactly why you couldnât stand him. no awareness, no courtesy, just pure laziness wrapped in talent everyone else seemed to admire.
from outside, reoâs voice calls, ânagi, five more minutes!â
âcoming,â he says, but doesnât get up
you end up leaving instead, retreating to your room like always, door shutting a little louder than necessary.
that was how it usually went, you stayed out of his way, and he stayed exactly where he wanted.
you donât know when you decided to try. maybe it was because reo never stopped talking about him, maybe it was because your brother didnât seem to mind him at all, or maybe you just got tired of hating someone you barely understood. either way, one afternoon, you didnât walk to your room immediately.
practice had just ended. reo went to shower, and nagi was on his usual spot, on the couch. you stand there, staring at him for a moment before sighing and dropping onto the opposite end
ââŠyouâre not going to your room today?â he asks, eyes still on his phone
you blink âi live here,â you reply. âi donât have toâ
âmm..â
awkward silence stretches between you. you glance at his screen. he was playing a game you donât recognize. it looked overwhelming but his barely moving fingers still got him to win.
âyouâre good at games?â you ask
âmhm.â he goes quiet for a second, thinking, ânever really tried to be bad at it.â he mutters.
you donât know whether to be annoyed or impressed ââŠyouâre always like that?â
he looks at you, not saying much but urging you to continue.
âi mean like.. everything is easy for you..â
ânot really,â he says, âi just donât do things that feel like a hassle.â
you frown slightly âsoccer doesnât feel like a hassle?â
âmm. dunno.â
âthen why keep playing?â
he finally lowers his phone, eyes shifting toward the ceiling â..reo asked.â of course he did.
you let out a small breath, leaning back against the couch âyou just do whatever he tells you?â
ânot really,â nagi mutters. âjust didnât have a reason not toâ you glance at him again, studying him properly for the first time. he looks the same as always. messy hair with that constant look of disinterest.
âso you donât actually like it?â
ââŠi didnât say thatâ
âyou didnât say you do eitherâ
he clicks his tongue softly, like youâre making him think too much. â itâs ⊠interesting sometimes, â he admits.
you tilt your head âthatâs it?â
âmmâ
you still didnât get it, but he wasnât as annoying as you originally thought.
the days after that follow the same routine, you donât suddenly become close, but you stop leaving to your room. you start sitting on the couch more, sometimes across from him, sometimes closer when he inevitably takes up too much space.
you ask random questions. he answers when he feels like it, you learned alot of things. like how he hates waking up early, how he hates everything that he finds to be a hassle, how he doesnât understand why people put effort into things they donât even like
âthatâs normal,â you tell him
âsounds like a hassle,â he replies.
but youâve also noticed smaller things. like how he moves slightly when you sit down, giving you more room without saying anything, or how he hands you a drink one time he bought in school without looking at you, muttering âjust extra,â like itâs nothing, or how he actually listens when you talk, even if his eyes are still glued to his phone. itâs subtle, annoyingly subtle.
âyou hate me less nowâ it comes out of nowhere, youâre sitting beside him again, legs tucked under you, scrolling through your own phone this time.
you glance over âwhat?â
âyou used to leave every time i sat here.. with that angry look on your face.â
ââŠyou took up the whole couchâ
âi still do.â
ââŠyeahâ you look away, ââŠi donât hate youâ
âmm.â
âyouâre still annoying thoughâ
âsame to you.â you blink, not expecting that.
âwhat did i even do?â
âyou talk a lot.â he looks at you,
âyou barely talk at all, someone has to.â
âsounds like a you problemâ
you shove his shoulder lightly. he barely reacts, just shifts a little with a quiet âoyâ, but he doesnât move away.
it hits you slowly. the way you start looking for him after practice, even when you tell yourself you donât care, the way silence with him starts feeling comfortable.
then you notice when heâs not there.
ânagiâs not coming today,â reo mentions one afternoon, you nod absentmindedly, eyes drifting toward the field anyway
ââŠwhy?â you ask before you can stop yourself
âdunno⊠heâs probably tired since weâve been playing for days straight,â reo thinks harder.
but you only hum, trying to ignore the small drop in your chest. itâs stupid. heâs just some guy who wonât even get off your couch
âwhy are you even asking?â reo looks at you, âi honestly thought you hated him..â he nervously chuckles.
ââŠi just got used to you two playing, thatâs all.â you look away.
but then he shows up. later than usual, hands in his pockets, hair slightly messier than before. youâre in the living room when he walks in. he pauses when he sees you, like he wasnât expecting it.
âreoâs practice is over, itâs late now.â you say, he only hums as if meaning to say that he already knew that.
ââŠthen why are you here?â
he shrugs, stepping further inside like itâs the most normal thing in the world.
ânothing else to do.â you narrow your eyes slightly.
âreoâs not playing, yâknow.. heâs in his room studying.â
âyeahâ
âdoes he know youâre here?â
ânah, iâm not here for him today.â he looks at you.
ââŠthen why are you here?â
âyouâre here.â
your breath catches, just a little. itâs such a simple answer. said so casually. like it doesnât mean anything, but it does, it really does
you look away first ââŠthatâs a bad reasonâ
âdunno what u mean by that.â he walks past you, dropping onto the couch like always. you stand there for a moment before sighing and sitting beside him, closer this time.
Your voice carries a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance, fingers tugging lightly at the edge of the blindfold covering your eyes. You've been sitting in the passenger seat for what feels like forever, completely unaware of where he's taking you.
Beside you, Rin doesn't even spare you a glance.
"No." His voice is calm and firm. "Keep it on. Don't ruin the surprise."
You let out a small huff, sinking back into the seat. "You're being suspicious. And my eyes are starting to hurt."
"You're acting like you don't like it," Rin continues, completely ignoring your complaint, "but your fingers have been shaking since we left home."
You scoff, crossing your arm. "They are not shaking."
"They are."
There's the faintest trace of amusement in his tone and that alone makes your chest tighten. You can practically picture the ghost of a smirk on his lips, even without seeing him.
And annoyingly... it makes you melt.
The car ride continues, filled with quiet hums of the engine and the occasional brush of his hand against yoursâ small, grounding touches that tries to keep you reassured.
Then, finally, the car slows.
Stops.
The engine dies and suddenly, the world feels... different.
A cool breeze brushes against your skin, carrying a scent so fresh it makes your lungs expand deeper than they have all day. There's something earthy, something soft in the airâ like grass, like open space, like freedom.
Your heart begins to beat faster.
The door opens and Rin is there immediately. His hand finds yours, steady and warm, before sliding to your waist as he helps you step out.
"Careful," he murmurs, his voice lower now, closer. His breath grazes the shell of your ear, sending a soft shiver down your spine.
You instinctively lean into him.
"Okay," he says after a moment, his hands lingering just a second longer than necessary. "You can look now."
Your fingers move quickly, pulling the blindfold offâAnd you freeze.
A gasp slips from your lips, soft and breathless.
Because in front of youâŠ
Is a dream.
A vast countryside stretches endlessly, painted in gold by the dipping afternoon sun. Tall grass sways like waves under the wind, shimmering as if each blade is touched by light itself. In the distance, gentle hills roll into the horizon, blending into a sky brushed with soft pastels.
A small wooden cabin sits quietly nearby, almost like it belongs to a fairytaleâ.surrounded by wildflowers that dance in colors you can't even name.
And somewhereâ faint but unmistakableâyou hear the distant sound of waves.
"Rin..." your voice trembles, barely above a whisper. "This... this is beautiful."
You turn to him, eyes wide, still trying to take it all in.
He looks away almost immediately, shoving his hands into his pockets as if the view isn't the most breathtaking thing in the world.
Or maybe... as if your reaction is.
"I always see you liking things like this on Instagram," he mutters, his voice quieter now. "Countryside. Sea. Mountains."
His gaze flickers back to you, softer than before.
"So... I found a place with all three."
For a moment, you can't say anything. Your chest feels too full. Because Rinâ who rarely ever says more than necessaryâ has somehow said everything.
He steps closer, his arm sliding around your waist with quiet familiarity. Then, gently, he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Happy birthday," he whispers.
Your eyes flutter shut for just a second, letting the moment sink in.
And when you open them again, everything feels warmer.
You don't even realize when your fingers find his. Or when he intertwines them with his so naturally, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Together, you walk through the tall grass, the soft rustling surrounding you like a melody meant only for the two of you. The wind plays with your hair, brushing strands across your face and Rin quietly tucks them back without a word.
Every touch lingers.
Every step feels lighter.
Eventually, you reach a small rise overlooking the ocean.
And when you see itâ your breath catches again.
The sea stretches endlessly, reflecting the sky that's now melting into shades of pink, orange, and gold. The waves roll gently as if they're whispering secrets to the shore. The entire world looks like it's been painted just for this moment.
"Rin, look!" you gasp, turning to him with shining eyes. "It's so beautiful!"
But he doesn't turn.
Doesn't even glance at the ocean.
Because he's already looking at something else.
At you.
At your eyesâ holding the quiet reflection of the sky, shimmering with wonder.
At your smileâ soft, radiant, brighter than the fading horizon.
At your hairâ caught in the wind, dancing freely like it belongs to this place.
At your laughterâ light, unguarded, echoing into the open air... something so precious he never wants it to fade.
So he just stands there.
Memorizing.
Because to him... this is it.
This is what happiness looks like.
But you don't let the moment stay still for too long.
Because suddenlyâ you want to dance.
"We can't miss this," you say, turning toward him with a grin as you tug gently on his hand.
Rin blinks.
"I don't dance."
"I know," you whisper stepping closer, your fingers slides up to rest against his shoulders. "But it's what the birthday girl wants."
He exhales softly, rolling his eyes in that familiar wayâBut he doesn't pull away.
Instead, his hands find your waist again, steadying you, letting you guide him.
The two of you begin to sway under the evening sky, movements clumsy and uneven. You step on his foot onceâ twiceâand he clicks his tongue in mild annoyance.
But then you laugh.
And just like that... he forgets to be annoyed.Your laughter spills between you, warm and uncontrollable, blending with the sound of the wind and the distant waves.
It's messy.
It's imperfect.
And yetâIt feels like the most perfect thing in the world.
Because it's with him.
"I love this," you murmur softly, resting your head against his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, grounding you. "But... you didn't have to do something this big, you know."
Rin's hand moves slowly along your back, tracing quiet, absent patterns.
"I wanted to."
You tilt your head up, searching his face.
"Really?"
His gaze meets yoursâ those familiar half-lidded eyes, calm but impossibly deep.
"Yes," he says simply. "Because you never ask for anything."
There's a pause and then his fingers tighten slightly against you.
"So I wanted to give you everything."
Your breath catches.
And without thinking, you wrap your arms around him tighter, holding him like he might disappear if you don't.
"You already do, Rin," you whisper. "You gave me you."
Your voice softens, more vulnerable now.
"And that's all I'll ever need."
For a moment, he says nothing.
But his silence isn't empty.
It's full.
Full of things he doesn't know how to sayâ things he's never been taught how to express.
So insteadâHe leans down and kisses you.
Slowly.
Gently.
Like he's afraid you might break.
Like he's trying to tell you everything he's never been able to put into words.
You smile against his lips, breathless, your fingers curling into his shirt.
"I really am lucky..." you whisper between soft kisses, pressing closer to him.
Rin rests his forehead against yours, his voice barely audible.
"So am I."
And he means it.
Because for someone who spent his whole life being compared, overlooked, misunderstoodâ
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áááą â acting like you're sae's consultant !
being sae itoshi's only friend was less of a hobby and more of a full-time, non-salaried internship that you never actually applied for.
at 2:14 am, your phone vibrated against your nightstand with a violent, rhythmic persistence. you didn't even have to check the caller id. nobody else had the sheer audacity to bypass "do not disturb" mode except for the guy currently plastered on billboards across shibuya.
you pick up the phone, your voice thick with sleep. "if you're calling to tell me that the thread count of the hotel sheets is 'inefficient, i am going to block you for the rest of the decade, sae. i mean it"
there was a pause. a soft, static hum. then, that smooth, bored voice that sounds like it was designed in a laboratory to be soothing and incredibly annoying.
"the shower is broken," sae said.
"sae. call the front desk. you're staring at the park hyatt, not a hostel in siberia. they have people whose entire job is to fix things for people like you."
"i don't want 'people," he said, and you can practically hear the subtle scowl in his voice through the speaker. "i want to know why there are six different knobs and why none of them result in a temperature that doesn't feel like a lava flow. i'm jet-lagged, n/n. i don't have the patience for luxury plumbing."
you sighed, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, realizing your sleep schedule is once again fucked up because of his high-maintenance existence. you've been doing this for years, walking him through grocery stores in madrid via facetime because he couldn't tell the difference between parsley and cilantro, or helping him choose a tie for a gala while you were in the middle of a mid-term exam.
"turn on the camera," you muttered.
the screen flickered to life, and for a second, your brain simply stopped functioning.
sae was standing in a bathroom that looks like it's made of diamonds. but more importantly, he was already stripped down for the shower he was trying to take. he was completely shirtless, his hair slightly messy and damp around the edges, looking less like a 'prodigy' and more like a very tired but beautiful nineteen-year-old.
"it's the silver dial on the left," you said, trying to project a voice that said "iâm a very serious person whoâs definitely not looking at your collarbones".
"no, the other left, sae. honestly, how do you navigate a soccer pitch if you can't find a temperature control?"
"the pitch doesn't have six different settings for âscaldingâ and âmildly unpleasant,â" he murmured.
he has propped the phone up on a marble ledge, and the angle was... unhelpful. or maybe it was too helpful. either way, you were currently getting a high-definition view of the way the light catches the damp, sharp lines of his torso.Â
he looked like he was sculpted by someone who had a personal vendetta against mediocre-looking people. it was a lot of visual information for 2:18 a.m. itâs a safety hazard.
"i have people to pass to on a pitch," he said, his fingers grazing the gold hardware of the shower wall with a slow, bored precision. "i don't have anyone here."
the air in your bedroom suddenly felt a little too thin. you watched the screen, the graininess of the facetime call doing nothing to hide the fact that he looked like a high-fashion model who just happened to be a professional athlete and also a massive pain in your neck.
he tilted the phone. his eyes were dark, now focused on the image of you on his screen.
"why are you really calling, sae?" you asked softly. "youâre the smartest person i know. you solved the âsix knobsâ mystery about four minutes ago. i saw you turn the water on. i heard the spray."
sae didn't look away. he leaned his bare shoulder against the cool stone wall of the bathroom, looking entirely too comfortable in his own skin. in the background, sitting on the vanity, you saw it.
a small, chipped plastic lucky cat you bought him for five hundred yen at a festival four years ago. it looked ridiculous next to his three-thousand-dollar watch.
"the silence in this room is inefficient," he said, his voice losing that sharp, bored edge and becoming something lower, something that vibrates in your chest. "everyone in this city speaks to me like iâm a product theyâre trying to sell. youâre the only person who sounds like they actually want to hang up on me."
"i do want to hang up on you," you said, though your thumb is nowhere near the red button. "my sleep schedule is currently being held hostage."
"then do it," he challenged. his eyes dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second, a move so fast you almost thought you imagined it. "hang up. go back to your boring, peaceful sleep. see if you can actually do it."
he knew you won't. he knew that as long as he was standing there, staring at you like you were the only goal worth scoring, you were stuck.
"you're a prick, sae itoshi."
"and you're still on the line," he countered, a ghost of a smile finally touching his lips. "tell me about your day. tell me something mundane. i want to hear a voice that doesn't sound like a press release."
â
shanghai looked like a circuit board made of neon and ambition. you, on the other hand, were currently sitting on your bedroom floor in tokyo, surrounded by a half-eaten bag of shrimp chips and a history textbook that was rapidly losing the battle for your attention.
your phone vibrated. it was a facetime call from sae.
when you answered, he wasn't in a locker room or a gym. he was standing in a boutique on nanjing road that looked like it belonged in a museum. he was wearing a black turtleneck and a long coat, looking like a high-fashion villain who just stepped out of a cold-press coffee ad.
"i need an opinion," sae said, skipping the greeting entirely. "and try to make it a useful one. my patience for mediocrity is at an all-time low today."
"nice to see you too, sae. iâm doing great, thanks for asking." you leaned your head against your bed frame, trying to ignore the way the shopâs warm lighting made his eyes look like polished emeralds. "what's the crisis? did you find a thread count you didn't like?"
"iâm buying a gift," he said, stepping toward a glass display case. "for a woman."
the shrimp chip in your mouth suddenly tasted like cardboard. "a gift. for a woman. in shanghai? did the lukewarm actress from the commercial finally break through your defenses?"
"sheâs irrelevant," he muttered, though he didn't deny the 'woman' part. he pointed the camera at two bracelets. one was a heavy, diamond-encrusted cuff that looked like it weighed more than your pride.Â
the other was a delicate, silver chain with a tiny, understated pendant shaped like a spark. "which one? the cuff is 'impressive,' but the chain is... less of a sensory burden."
"it depends," you said, your voice sounding a little flatter than you intended. "is she the type who likes to show off? or is she the type who actually has a personality?"
"she's a nuisance," sae said, his gaze fixed on the jewelry. "she complains about everything. her taste is questionable at best."
your heart did a weird, jerky movement against your ribs. "sounds like a catch. buy her the diamonds. everyone likes diamonds."
"the diamonds are loud," sae countered, his brow furrowing in that way it does when he was over-analyzing a play on the pitch. "they don't suit her. sheâs more of an... inefficient silver type. she likes things that look like they have a story, even if the story is just that she's sentimental."
"then why are you asking me?" you snapped, the jealousy finally bubbling up into a sharp, bitter heat. "if you know her so well, just pick one. iâm sure sheâll love whatever sae itoshi deigns to give her. she'll probably frame the receipt."
"you're being difficult," he noted, bringing the camera back to his face. he looked at you through the screen with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "is it the history homework, or are you just annoyed that i'm spending my time in a jewelry store instead of talking to you?"
"iâm not annoyed. iâm a consultant. iâm consulting."
"good. then consult on the silver one. iâm getting it engraved."
you gripped your phone a little tighter, the plastic casing digging into your palm. "engraved? sae, isn't that a bit... high-effort? for someone who finds existence itself a burden, you're being remarkably sentimental for this mystery woman."
"itâs not sentimental. itâs a permanent label," he said, his voice flat as he leaned against the glass counter. he looked at the retail assistant and pointed to the silver chain. "sentimental implies emotion. this is just a statement of fact."
"right. and what 'fact' are you recording for eternity? her blood type? her coordinates? or just a ranking of how much less lukewarm she is than the rest of the planet?"
sae eyed you through the lens. "youâre being prickly. your tone is inefficiently aggressive today, n/n."
"maybe iâm just tired of being your personal shopping assistant while youâre halfway across the world buying jewelry for someone who probably doesn't even know how to reset her own router," you answered. "go ahead. get her the silver. get it engraved. iâm hanging up so i can go back to my 'lukewarm' history of the edo period."
"i didn't say you could leave," he said, his voice dropping an octave. it was the tone he used when he was about to dominate a midfield, it's quiet, absolute, and impossibly stubborn. "and she knows how to reset a router. she just pretends she doesn't so she has an excuse to call me."
the air in your room felt like it was being sucked out of a vacuum. "oh. so sheâs smart and manipulative. congratulations, sae. youâve found your match. i hope you both have a very efficient life together."
"she's a nuisance," he repeated. "she spends half her time telling me iâm a prick and the other half looking at me like iâm the only thing in the room worth noticing. itâs inconsistent. itâs distracting."
"then why are you buying her jewelry?" you demanded, your heart doing a frantic, messy rhythm against your ribs. "if sheâs such a headache, why bother?"
sae shifted the phone, and for a second, the camera caught his reflection in the shopâs mirror. he looked expensive, untouchable and deeply, deeply annoyed. "because if i don't give her something to keep her hands busy, sheâll keep biting her nails when sheâs stressed. and because i don't want her wearing anything that i didn't choose."
"youâre a control freak," you whispered, the bitterness in your throat tasting like salt.
"and youâre still talking to me," he countered. "pick the engraving font. the serif is too pretentious. the sans-serif is too modern. choose one that looks like it belongs on someone who argues too much."
"choose it yourself," you said, reaching for the red end-call button. "i have a history exam to fail."
â
well.
the history exam was a blur of ink and exhaustion and by the time you dragged yourself up the stairs to your room, the sun was already dipping below the tokyo skyline, turning everything a bruised, hazy purple.
you push your door open and stopped dead.
sae was there.Â
your mother, who has a long-standing "sae can do no wrong" policy, had let him in with a spare key.Â
he was leaning against the side of your bed, surrounded by your discarded textbooks and a half-empty bag of those shrimp chips he claims to hate.
"sae?" you whispered, your heart skipping a beat, then two, then three.
"youâre late," he said, not even opening his eyes. "the exam ended forty-two minutes ago. did you get lost, or did your sense of direction finally give up on you?"
"what are you- you were in shanghai. you were buying jewelry for-"
"i was buying it for you," he interrupted, his voice steadying as he reached into his pocket. he held it like it was made of glass. "i've been buying things for you for three years, n/n. books i thought youâd like. postcards i never sent. this was just the first time i was brave enough to actually bring the box with me."
he stood up, and for a second, you were just two people standing in the middle of a messy bedroom. he took your hand, his palm was warm, and his fingers were shaking just a tiny bit. he slid the silver chain onto your wrist, and even in the dim light, the engraving screamed at you.
01:04:22.
"the first call," you whispered, the butterflies in your stomach turning into a full-blown riot.
"the only call," sae corrected, his hand sliding up your arm to cup your face. his thumb brushed over your cheekbone with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. "i spent sixty-four minutes and twenty-two seconds listening to you talk about nothing, and when i hung up, i realized i'd never be able to live a 'normal' life again. because a life without your voice in my ear wasn't efficient, it was empty."
"sae," you breathed, your eyes filling with tears.
"i went to spain to be the best," he whispered, leaning down until his forehead was resting against yours. you could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the cologne and the travel and the home on his skin. "but the higher i climbed, the colder it got. i realized that being at the top doesn't matter if the only person i want to show the view to is ten thousand kilometers away."
he closed his eyes, his breath ghosting over your lips. "i didn't buy this to make you jealous. i bought it because i'm tired of being a genius. i just want to be the person you talk to for an hour about nothing. i just want to be yours."
the silence in the room was heavy, vibrating with the weight of everything heâd just admitted. your heart was thudding so hard against your ribs you were sure he could feel it.
"you're a prick, sae itoshi," you whispered, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.
"i know," he murmured, his arms winding around your waist, pulling you so close there wasn't even a millimeter of distance left.Â
"but the heart of the prick was always yours."
and as he finally kissed you, it didn't feel like a "win" or a "consultation." it felt like the last piece of a puzzle finally clicking into place.
Kaiser knew about your weakness for food, especially for sweet stuff. And although you kept telling him you wanted to lose weight and stop with all the snacking, he kept buying you candies and small cakes and lull you into eating them with soft kisses and his big hands roaming all over your body. He even started to learn how to bake, and made you some delicious cookies sometimes.
You were embarrassed at how easy it was for him to break your discipline and manipulate you into eating the things you tried to ban from your life. Especially cause he never ate them himself, due to his strict diet as a footballer and his task to keep himself fit.
He would keep you on his lap, face resting in his hand and stare at you while you snacked the shit he gave you, softly rubbing circles on your stomach with his fingers. He didn't smile nor did he show any other expression on his face, he just looked so peacful while looking at you.
"Say Kaiser", you started quietly. "Hm?", he made, immediately straightening up and getting aware of everything around him as if you just dragged him out of his fantasies. "Why do you keep buying me these", you said gesturing to the pile of candies which he placed on the small table infront of you two.
He sighed and went back to his chilled posture, looking at you with half lidded and calm eyes. "I want to make you fat", he just flatly answered.
You frowned, mouth slightly open, not angry or irritated, just surprised and confused at how relaxed he just said it, dead serious and without any sign of meaning it in a malicious way on his face.
"Uh what?" He breathed out softly, as if you were the problem, before closing his arms around your waist and leaning his face against your back. "I want to make you fat, so you can't run away from me"
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"don't push me away." rin mumbles, arms tightening around your waist, his face pressing against the fabric of your sleep shirt. "it's too early for that."
"i need to get up." his dark hair hangs over his features and you find yourself brushing the locs back.
"you smell good." he hums, hugs himself closer, nose poking into the softness of your tummy. there's a tenderness to your flesh that makes you wince at the pressure. rin, of course, picks up on it.
he cracks an eye open, that vibrant teal that always captivates you making you pliant underneath him.
"your period started." fingers dig into your skin, a gentle massage that makes you groan softly. the pain is dull right now, but you know that it'll only get worse. your cramps always peaking around the second or third day before tapering off. rin's touch makes them more bearable.
"shit," you curse, head falling back against your pillows, "i thought it was next week."
your boyfriend hums again, his hands careful as he lifts your shirt up enough to press his lips against your stomach. he's reverent with his kisses, placing them on every inch of skin he can. a soft whine escapes your throat as he moves lower.
"i'll take care of you." the words are mumbled against you, his mouth following the new trail of exposed flesh as he pulls at your waistband. there's slick gathering in your panties, a mix of blood and arousal.
"rin," his name is a warning, a plea, too. your fingers curl into his hair and he groans. his eyes flutter open, pretty lashes kissing his flushed cheeks, his gaze focusing on you. a shudder runs down your spine, a new warmth spreading in your core.
â„you & bakugo wonât say youâre dating, but there will be signs
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #1.
observed by â mina ashido
ây/n says she and bakugo arenât dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.â
âĄ
mina assumes itâs a trick of the light.
seroâs stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, minaâs quick to assume the sightâs caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesdayâs physics class.
but it happens again.
and this time you giggle.
and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.
mina puts on seroâs eyeglasses. theyâre purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGPâs A-Level biology guide & pretends she isnât observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.
bakugoâs face is stone still.
to the untrained eye, heâs simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.
mina doesnât miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #2.
observed by â sero hanta
âbakugo swears y/n isnât anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as âmine?â
âĄ
the first time sero hanta ever decides to show up early, heâs stuck waiting at a theatre with an angry bakugo at his side.
not to say the fiery blond isnât usually angry. but this time said anger comes with heat: heâs grinding straw between his molars so hard plastic cracks between his teeth. his feet tap like itâll make time go by sooner. it doesnât.
âiâm gonna kill that damn shitty hair.â
âweâre the ones whoâre thirty minutes early.â
âshut the fuck up.â
dumb dog sero hanta does as heâs told. katsuki stews a little longer, neck rash red, phone clicking locked & unlocked till he decides heâs had enoughâor till the anger reaches his bladder. ââm going to the bathroom, watch my shit.â
katsuki doesnât bother waiting for a reply. his hands shove in his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom, phone tucked firm between seroâs palms. sero hanta knows better than to hold it with anything less than an iron grip. but then it buzzesâ& almost cartoonishly, the phone hops & skips before settling between his fingers
sero sees the notification before he can pretend otherwise.
mineđ«: mina and i are otw
mineđ« : hope weâll make it. this girl can NOT drive.
sero muffles a snort. the text holds truth, mina cannot, in fact drive. he recalls the time she picked him up to go to the beach andâwait.
is that text from y/n?
heâs quick to take a picture, send it to the âinBESTigators đ”ïžđâ GC. before he can even close his phone & resume playing saint, kiriâs response comes in.
ripped riot đ„: could be a typo
ripped riot đ„: like âmineâ could be short for miner
pikachu âĄïž[replying to ripped riot đ„] : are we deadass
seroâs about to type a response of his own before the familiar heavy steps of steve maddens sag at his ears. katsukiâs back, jaw tight & angrier than ever.
further investigation will have to wait.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #3.
observed by â denki kaminari
âwhen the fuck did bakugo get funny?â
âĄ
autumn break means thanksgiving shopping & black friday sales that make twelve dollar products drop to eleven ninety-nine. denkiâs shopping for snacks, kiri needs energy drinks & youâre here for produce. katsuki is here because you all need his membership to get into costco.
something isnât right.
& denkiâs not talking about how the price of cheetos have somehow gone up. heâs talking about the fact that katsuki stands firm behind you, hands in pockets as you show him fruit. thatâs fineâbakugoâs always been able to tell which apples are good & which arenât.
but no apple evaluation requires katsuki to lean in that close.
and denkiâs pretty sure thereâs nothing funny about granny smiths either.
so why the fuck are you giggling ?
kaminariâs eyes flit to katsukiâs. if he was any other classmate, heâd say katsuki was bored. lips tight, eyes neutral, jaw slack. but denkiâs no other classmate. he recognizes that twitch in his brow. the bob in his jugular.
katsuki is pleased. at least, denki thinksâno, swears he is. but just to be safe, he chooses to call in an actual katsuki expert. kirishimaâs fatass is trying yet another free sample. for the sake of peace, denki chooses not to comment & instead goes straight to business.
âyo, kiriâiâm not seeing stuff, right? is bakugo not smirking and making y/n laugh??â
kirishima, in true fatass fashion, responds with a mouth filled with mini tacos. âI downât see âtâ
âbro. chew.â
âI donât see it,â kiri gulps. âdonât you think we should respect their privacy?â
âweâre at a costco??â
but kaminari drops it. if the katsuki expert himself says thereâs nothing, thereâs obviously nothing.
right ?
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES â CASE STUDY #4.
observed by â literally everyone
âkatsuki and y/n are definitely dating. oh, and kiriâs getting kicked from the group chat.â
âĄ
mina ashido is not playing around.
the rest of the gang isnât either. kaminariâs flipping through a scrapbook titled âPHOTOGRAPHICAL EVIDENCE.â seroâs screenshotting group chat messages that sound too fond to not be affectionate. kirishimaâs got his laptop open, looking over âevidence spreadsheetsâ he swears arenât empty.
but they are. and mina, rivaled only by sherlock himself, notices.
âkirishima, cell B-4. whatâs written in there ?â
âIâuh, cell? what do youââ
âahaââ mina shuts her book. sheâs towering over eijiro now, hands on her hips & glare so sharp it melts kiri likeâwell, acid.
âyouâre not really doing anything.â
sero lifts a brow. kaminari gives the stink-eye.
âmatter of factâŠâ mina continues, âyou havenât done anything. compiling evidence. listening in on on their convos. you havenât done anything weâve asked you to.â
âyeah,â sero quips. his phoneâs in his lap now. âmatter of fact, you always had some excuse about why you couldnât.â
âmatter of fact,â denki joins, âyouâre always trying to deny evidence. talking about us âbeing delusionalâ.â
oh, kirishimaâs in trouble now. blood in his jugular. tar in his throat. âIââ
mina canât make up what happens next.
The door opens. Itâs katsukiânot surprisingâtheyâre literally all seated in a circle on the mat in his dorm. plans to hang out & just chill todayâthe usual. kiri is bakugoâs roommate. getting in isnât a fuss.
but youâre right beside bakugo.
and your fingerâs in his belt loop.
mina blinks. you havenât noticed them yet. you look all calm and pretty, lashes low, eyes glued to your phone screen. your fingerâs looped around the belt-hole like youâve done it a thousand times before, andâ
is that katsukiâs hoodie?
âwhat the fuck are you losers doing here?â
kiriâs already scrambling to defend the situationâsomething about she & the others showing up an hour early, he didnât know, donât blast us allâbut minaâs not listening. sheâs wondering if the refractive index of light is so strong it somehow made it look like katsuki gave your hand a light squeeze before tapping your hand off his jeans.
youâre still quiet behind him. hair all cute, jam-pink cheeks, fawn freckled & doe-eyed. kiri and katsuki are going back and forth. seroâs joined in. kaminariâs farted because he thinks no one will notice.
ây/n, is that bakugoâs hoodie?â
you can hear a pin drop. and another fart from kaminari.
âno, itâsââ
âitâs mine.â katsuki steps forward, hands in pockets & posture lazy like he didnât say something scandalous. âgot a problem, pinkie pie?â
âi could never.â
katsuki hums. he tugs you gently by the palm, door clicking shut behind him with the kick of his shin. he trudges toward the group, right hand in his pocket, left in yoursâand he murmurs a quiet sit in your ear before doing a once-over.
âwhatâs all this?â
âevidence.â
âhomework.â
ânot evidence.â
tongue click. âevidence of ?â
âthe refractive index of light.â
âyou and y/n dating.â
ânot you and y/n dating.â
âuh-huh,â katsuki picks up a photograph. he recognizes the scene: youâre tucked in his side, showing him something on your phone while he leans too close to be considered casual. youâre giggling here. cute.
he pockets it. âyou guys are a bunch of fuckinâ idiots. and youââ he turns to kirishima,
âno, no bro listen,â kirishimaâs palm rests on his neck, an apologetic glance in your direction before he answers, âI did try to get them to leave you guys alone. they wouldnât listen!â
âaha! so you were a traitor!â
bakugo glares. mina shrinks.
a muffled giggle pierces the silence. then a snort. & now youâre full on laughingâ
âoh my god,â you sniffle, âyou guys know we were literally gonna tell you, right?â
âtell us when?â sero speaks up, long moved away from kaminari. âit seems kiri here already knew about it.â
bakugo grunts. âwhy do you idiots think youâre here?â
oh.
bakugo takes a seat beside you. seroâs avoiding eye contact. kaminariâs avoiding the cheetos. mina bites her lip. youâre leaning over katsukiâs thigh now, photo evidence flip-book in your hands. youâre pointing out familiar photos while laughing & shaking your head, and bakugoâs looking back with a gaze so soft that mina doesnât know how she didnât see it sooner.
âi think we owe you two an apology.â
katsukiâs got his fingers twisting your knuckle. âyâthink?â
sero, mina, and denki all look towards each other.
âweâre sorry.â
âfor what?â
âfor stalking you guys.â
âand not trusting that youâd tell us.â
âand being idiots.â
katsuki hums, satisfied. but heâs not done yet. he leans back on his palms before gently poking your hip. âshould we forgive âem?â
âmaybe. if they can send some of these photos.â
bakugo nods, turns to mina. âyou heard the missus.â
âgirl, take the whole book. likeâseriously. omg.â
you hug it towards your chest, and mina can tell bakugoâs fighting a smile.
âright. and since you guys know now, you can all leave.â
the three protest. kiri interrupts. âi think itâs for the best. itâs been a long day.â
âthat includes you, shitty hair.â
âhuhâwhat?! this is my room too!â
âdonât care,â katsuki tugs you up with him, grip gentle, palm flat against your back as he steers you towards his bed.
âand didnât ask,â he glances over his shoulder, âall of you, out.â