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Itoshi Rin  ♡

"rin, what the hell are you doing?"

"taking out the seeds?"

"why?"

"you said you don't like seeds on your fruits?"

the whole thing could have been romantic really. your stoic, six foot tall boyfriend sitting beside you on the floor, taking out the seeds on your fruit because you don't like it? how attentive and sweet of him.

except right now, it's anything but that. rin is sitting next to you, plate on the table and a toothpick in hand. all those shuffling you keep hearing, while working on an english essay due next week, was because of him. 

now that you look at him, you can't help but gasp in disbelief. your stoic, six footer boyfriend sitting beside you on the floor was picking out the seeds of a strawberry with a toothpick. "what the fuck, rin?"

"take one over there, i'm done with four." he picked up a strawberry and brought it to your face. hesitantly, you take it from him and wow, there's really no seeds left. "four? rin, how long have you been picking out the seeds?"

"for a while now." a while? is it still a 'while' even if it's already been six hours? you don't dare to ask anymore.

"rin, you could've just left the strawberries as is." you sighed, bring your hand up to brush his hair away from his face. rin took your hand, caressing your palm. "but you said you don't like the seeds."

"i know babe. but the strawberry seeds are small enough, you can't really be bothered when eating them." rin lets out the smallest of frowns adorn his face. moving closer, he leaned his body to yours, cheek against your shoulder. your hand continued its ministration with his hair. twisting the strands and smoothing them after.

"does it apply to bananas, too?"

"you've been taking out the seeds of the bananas? is that why you take so long when i ask for one?

"... you said you don't like seeds on your fruits."

"rin?!"

a literal angel🤍