itoshi rin has heard that song one too many times.
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he's heard you sing it too much, he's seen the excessive amount of times you'd put the song's title in your spotify queue, and quite frankly—he is just tired of hearing the same repetitive melody inside your shared apartment over and over again.
don't get him wrong, rin agrees that the song is catchy and likable in its own distinct way.. or so he thought after you'd blast your phone's volume to the max the first few dozen times. he won't plant resentment over you for a stupid little song, he's better than that and besides, he knows that in a few days time, you'll grow tired of it.
and wow, his predictions were far off.
because unlike in soccer, your decisions will always manage to catch him off guard. instead of becoming indifferent to the three-minute tune, your mouth continued to scream the lyrics and your fingers chose to click the song title again every single time it ends.
and though rin has gotten used to hearing the same song day by day, his hatred for it has stayed the same. and yet despite everything, he still wants you to play that recognizable melody until your ears grow jaded over it because of one simple reason—it has become part of his routine.
he'd wake up and almost immediately hear you sing the song as you go to the kitchen to cook breakfast. he'd comment on it, asking a question you've heard numerous times—"tch, when will you stop singing that song?". and like clockwork, you'd reply with the same response—"when we both grow old, die, and rot like plants." before giggling with a tone of delight and endearment to the man in front of you.
and as ironic as it sounds, your voice—singing the same lyrics from the song he desperately wants to forget—has become his reminder of the part of his day in which he has to awake from his slumber.
it's a tune that's involuntarily stuck in rin's head, both out of adoration for you and hatred over the song. he hates the fact that he'll always stop to a halt whatever he's doing just to hear you sing one of its lyrics. he hates the fact you're aware of his contempt towards the song and you'd still choose to sing it in front of him just to annoy the large man.
rin despises the fact that now that you're gone, he won't ever hear that song without hearing your voice in it.
the first few days of your leave were solemnly silent, too silent. he even said it himself that now that you're gone, he could finally squeeze in the time for reflection and tranquility.
and once again, his predictions were far off.
because now he can't bear the silence inside of what used to be the apartment he shared with you, he can't stop himself from humming the tune of what used to irritate him to an extent. he can't stop thinking about you.
the moments of tranquility rin wanted made him realize the truth—you were gone, you had become just another part of his life that slipped away from his hands. you left but the shadows of you still remained.
not in the form of hallucinations but in the mornings where he has to get up and go on with his life as if nothing happened, as if you didn't leave, as if he doesn't still hear the mellowing tone of your voice singing that same song.
and every time he wakes up, he remembers the absence of your presence alongside the mark you left.
rin misses you, he wants you back in his arms, he wants you to pester him once more and above it all—he wants to hear you sing the same song he desperately doesn't want to forget over and over again.
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