Rin Itoshi my beloved

✮ Han ✮

✮ Felix ✮

✮ Seungmin ✮

✮ Jeongin ✮

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…

You'd been right all along.

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