#starry.itoshi rin

Rin taps his feet against the polished floor, leaning back against one of the pillars, the luggage belt in sight between the bodies of people passing by, fingers absently fiddling with the little Snoopy keychain on the zipper of his jacket. The crowd of people moving around him has become a hum in the back of his head. He breathes out and shoves his hand in his pocket, fishing for his phone.

Your last conversation blinks up at him as he unlocks it; the last text you sent was almost more than an hour ago, and it makes his mouth pinch small.

Realistically, he knows that you’re probably held up by getting off the plane, but all the same, his eyes stay fixed on the entrance of the ramp for arrivals; impatiently hoping to catch a glimpse of your face in the sea of people coming in and reuniting with friends and loved ones.

You’d told him that it was fine and that he didn’t need to come. His practices in the evening were gruelling as is, so you’d insisted that he wait for you at home while you took an Uber. Rin had scoffed at the suggestion and promptly told you to shut up and tell him when you’d be arriving, as well as all the other details of your flight. 

He feels the tiredness of the day settling into his limbs, muscles aching and sore, but his eyes stay alert and clear. You two hadn’t gotten the chance to see each other face-to-face in months aside from video calls. It wasn’t the off-season either, so he couldn’t exactly book a flight to come across continents in between practices.

So, when you had called and excitedly told him you were taking a couple of weeks off work, he was already booking your flight halfway through the phone call.

Rin swipes his thumb down again and sighs when the time stamp stays the same. “Maybe I should give him a call…,” he thinks, biting the inside of his cheek. 

“But would he even have reception now or—”

“Rin!”

His head snaps up, and he spots you making your way over to him, a bag slung over your shoulder and a tired smile accompanying you, but eyes still alight as you make your way over to him. 

If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have even been at the airport to begin with, much less wait inside for them. But with you…. With you, his feet move on their own, and he closes the gap between you in three quick strides. 

Rin isn’t known for being affectionate, much less in public. If anyone were to ask him for a hug, he wouldn’t even try to restrain himself from staring at them like they were a slob on the ground and spew the first insult that came to his mind.

You don’t count, however.

He wraps his arms around you and feels his chest unspool like a tapestry wound too right for too long on its own. 

Your arms squeeze his torso, the feeling of comfort flooding you as you breathe him in.

“Missed me that bad, huh?” The tease muffled by clothes; your face buried in his chest. He can already imagine the way your lips are quirked up at the corners right now, unable to help yourself.

“... isn’t that my hoodie that you never gave back?” He huffs, squeezing you just tight enough that you whine and writhe a bit, an ‘oof’ leaving your mouth.

“Like you don’t love seeing me wearing it,” you say, separating just enough to look up at his face, your full grin coming into view, and he rolls his eyes.

Rin tucks your hand in his and tugs you toward the conveyor belt, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's go get your things.” Your brief laugh reaches his ears and wraps around his head like a favorite jingle, one he had thought of more than he’d ever admit. Your hand squeezes his, and you shift to his side like filling an awaiting empty slot.  

Standing by the belt, shoulder to shoulder, and waiting for the rest of your bags to come around doesn’t take too long. Or at least — it doesn't feel like any time passes. Not when the both of you are settled against each other and the tension from traveling and waiting slowly starts to seep out of your shoulders. 

Neither of you say anything for a while, content to feel the other at their side again. 

When you finally spot your bags, and then bicker over who will carry them — Rin winning with his ridiculous and unrelenting iron grip — it's past midnight. And even later, when you finally make it back to the car and head out onto the highway.

Rin drives slowly — sleep nipping at the corner of his eyes — and extends a hand to press the play button on his phone. Staring out the window, you hide your smile in the palm of your hand when you hear the opening lyrics of the first song.

“Gravity…”

“Don’t mean too much to me…”

“I’m who I’ve got to be…”

It grows wider when you faintly pick up Rin humming the melody underneath his breath. 

Turning over to look at him, you take the chance to peacefully admire your boyfriend in the reflecting city lights. (because usually — when he noticed — he’d shove your face away to deter you from commenting on the way the tips of his ears turned a pretty shade of pink whenever you looked at him like that for too long.)

Your eyes trace over the curve of his forehead to the slope of his nose to the fullness of his lips. You could stare at the way his eyes glittered forever, you muse. Instead, your hand reaches over and runs along his on the gearshift, a touch close enough to convey the words in your head — for now at least.

Rin glances at you for a split second and his face softens in the dark, shoulders easing into the seat as the light turns green. 

“You can go ahead and sleep for a bit. We still have another hour,” he says, gaze returning to the road in front of him. Your face twists a bit and you open your mouth to protest —

 “And I’ve already got music playing, so don’t worry about me dozing off.”

He gives you a look over his arms on the wheel, tilting his head to the side so that his bangs fall out of his eyes. 

(And doesn’t that make you want to lean over to cup his jaw in your hands and kiss him. The ones you were able to steal while putting away your luggage in the trunk weren’t enough for you.)

Instead, you roll your eyes and huff, crossing your arms in rebuttal. Rin just shakes his head a bit and releases a small laugh through his nose, quietly noting the way your body continues to relax into the seat and your drooping eyes. After another few miles, you lean your head back against the headrest and close your eyes.

“... I’m just resting. I’m waiting for ‘Vampires Will Never Hurt You’ to come on… I know it’s on this playlist,” you mumble and readjust your arms to get more comfortable.

Rin just hums in acknowledgement and leans over to turn down the music instead. You can feel yourself walking along the edge of dreams, putting up little struggle the entire way there. The feeling of something soft being draped over you lulls you even deeper. 

And after that, all you remember is the quick press of lips to the side of your head before the hands of sleep gently cover your eyes.

-

You crack your eyes open at the gentle jostling of your shoulder, the chill of the night air reaching you even underneath the blanket covering your legs, making you shiver. Blinking blearily, you glance to your side and see the door swung open, Rin standing outside the car. “Come on, we’re here.”

Rin steps back and watches you unfold from the passenger seat. You let out a groan and stretch your arms above your head, shaking out your limbs and standing still for a moment. Quirking a brow at your motionlessness, he opens his mouth, but before he can get a word out, you quickly turn and dash to the luggage awaiting on the sidewalk. Snatching the handle and tossing your two carry-ons over your shoulder, you’re already at the doors of the lobby when he finally catches on to what you’re up to.

“Wha — Seriously?!?!” He hisses exasperated, sprinting up behind you, the sound of your thumping feet on the carpet and your loud laughter will most definitely get him a knock on the door in the morning. Rin finds that he doesn’t care all too much when you flash him a grin as the elevator door closes, and he feels his lips curl up at the challenge. 

Surprisingly, you make it to his apartment door before he does, puffs of air leaving your mouth at the adrenaline and excitement pumping through you.

“I won…” You silently cheer in your head and reach for the doorknob—

“Aren’t you going to need something to get in?” Rin says to you, slowly making his way down the hallway, keys triumphantly swinging around his finger, and a barely concealed smirk on his face.

You tilt your head over your shoulder at him and poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek. Barely containing your expression as he walked closer. You let him get within distance before releasing your fingers from the fist they’d formed as soon as you’d heard his taunt. Letting the extra set of keys that you’d — not stolen per se — kept with you the last time you visited, dangle from your fingertips. 

“No, I don’t think I do actually,” you reply, shoulders shaking as you watch his face morph from triumphant to dumbfounded.

When he finally clicks his tongue and looks away is when the laugh from your belly lets loose. This time, he does reach over to shove you a little — hands free from driving. Stumbling backwards and barely catching yourself, you bend over in half and continue your fit of giggles.

But you pause and snap your head up when you hear him snort. And when a snippet of a laugh leaves his lips, he slaps his hand over his mouth, body trembling with something that only surfaced when he was with you; something you brought out of him that he could only name with four letters.

“Oh my god, y-you're so —” Is all Rin is able to get out, and the last of your giggles trail off as you finally start to try and catch your breath. You let your body sway over to him and all but collapse into him, your chest tight with the kind of overflowing joy only moments like these could bring. 

You two stand there in the hallway and let the ache in your stomachs slowly ease away.

Rin looks down at you at his side for a moment and licks his lips, words caught in his throat, but you read him effortlessly enough. You tilt your chin up, pressing forward, and —

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The fists against the wall make you both jump and freeze, surprise coating your faces, followed by embarrassment. The guilt is there too, but the quiet satisfaction of finally unlocking the door and shuffling into his apartment makes any that you do feel vanish. 

Walking into the foyer and toeing off your shoes, you’re immediately surrounded and comforted by the scent of home. Taking a quick look around, the first thing you note is the bareness touching every corner of the room, clean in a way only a meticulous person — or a lonely one — could afford to achieve. Your Rin happened to be both.

(In the coming weeks, you’ll get to work on breathing life into his apartment. Slowly bringing back the warmth you took with you each time you left again.)

You spot the neatly folded fluffy red blanket on the couch, the familiar tiny black and white dogs welcoming you back, and smile. 

“Maybe I won’t have to work as hard to get Rin breathing again this time —” Eyes tracing more closely over the stack of antique magazines on the coffee table, the new movie cases tucked away on the bookshelf, and the still-thriving potted plants reflected through the balcony window. 

“Wow, I’m impressed. You’re actually managing so well without me,” you remark, turning towards Rin as he comes back empty-handed, suitcase and bags dropped off in his room.

“Haha, very funny. What did you think I did before we started dating?”

“Hid under the blankets and watch horror movies all day?”

“. . .”

“Go to practice and then straight home and nowhere else?”

“. . .”

“Google Saes’ latest match replays —” The end of your retort is cut short in a muffle beneath his hand. 

“Okay okay, enough,” he says, palm covering nearly half your whole face. You grin underneath your makeshift muzzle, finally getting to see the pretty shade of pink blooming from the tips of his ears.

You wiggle your eyebrows at him and Rin squints at you. “... I swear if you lick me right now—”

The distressed yell he lets out is music to your ears as the tip of your tongue flattens against his palm and he snatches his hand away. He wipes his hand on his sweatpants and glares at you, “You’re awful, did you know that?”

Grinning impishly, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him against you, pressing chest to chest. “Me? My wonderful, amazing, and cute self? Who came all this way to see his grumpy, handsome, and big baby of a boyfriend?”

Rins hands immediately find their way around your waist. (because no matter what he manages to say to rebuke your teasing, he’d never want you to stop showering him with the affection that you do.)

“Shut up…,” his cheeks puff out and you coo internally, his pout reminiscent of the one he wore as a kid when Sae couldn’t get ice-cream with him after school.

(You vividly remember Rins horrified expression as he’d leaned over your shoulder to peek at what you were giggling at one day.

Only to see that his mom was in the middle of texting you baby pictures of him she’d recently found and telling you all the little — incredibly unnecessary, in his opinion — details about the stories behind them. He had reached over to snatch your phone, but you were faster and slipped off the couch to flee. 

Rin had stood there — red, furious, and embarrassed to no end — as you looked at him in the eye across the opposite side of the dinner table where you’d escaped to and pressed down on the call button before sweetly asking his mother if she could please email you copies… as you would love to print them out for safekeeping of course.)

You desperately want to pinch his cheeks, but you restrain yourself. Deciding to show a little mercy to the poor guy — in the physical department at least.

“Can you just admit that you missed me already?” You say, arms tugging his face down closer to yours. Even with your hands locked over his neck, it would take hardly any effort at all for him to get out of your hold. 

Which is why you’re as daring as you are. He had given you his leash a long time ago, and that's a privilege that you don’t take lightly.

Having your fun with it sometimes is a given, though. 

“And if I said that I didn’t?” Rin challenges (albeit weakly; resisting you is something he gave up accomplishing when he first took your hand and curled your fingers over and around his neck and held it there in silent permission.)

“Then you’d be a rotten liar.”

A beat passes, and the two of you hold each other in a standstill, gazes locked underneath the soft lighting of the living room. 

For some reason, the length of it makes your palms sweat. You and Rin had been together for… a while. Had known each other even longer than that.

But sometimes. 

Sometimes the tiniest wisp of doubt would curl inside the corner of your heart anyway. It was easy enough to ignore most of the time, but —

Suddenly, he’s nose to nose with you, and you can feel his lips on yours. And the wisp of doubt evaporates like it was never even there in the first place. 

Rin kisses you deep, fingers flexing against your hips. Dives into you with such reverence that for the entire length of time that his lips are on yours, all you can feel are the words unspoken. 

And it makes something in your chest tremble — the heaviness that they carry. That they are for only you to hold. 

He pulls back with a quiet smack and rests his forehead against yours. Sea-green eyes calm in the way that ocean waves are never still. 

I missed you

I missed you so much

I love you

Your heart runs on its own as you slowly drink in the weight of those words. Not said aloud — no — but you can feel them having wrapped themselves around your ribs and squeezing you all the same. 

“Welcome home,” Rin says breathlessly, earnestly. 

Heart bare and bleeding and yours. 

The lock and his key. 

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you two had been especially wicked the entire day and ended up being the last ones to leave. you end up shoving your face into his with a cruel smile, watching the veins in his forehead pop with glee. and that final smug look is what does it for him. he grabs the front of your shirt and smashes his lips against yours, teeth clicking and drool quickly lining your lips. rearing, you grab at his jersey, uselessly twisting the fabric in your fists, pushing him away (pulling him closer). he pushes and pushes you until your back hits something hard. he shoves his hand between your head and the wall, his thigh pushed between your legs, and lifting you a little off the ground.

he pulls away, a string of spit hanging between the two of you. stares at you with hungry eyes that devour you whole and you see your opening. diving back into his mouth for your revenge, you bite down on his lip and draw blood, licking it into his mouth so he can taste your first blow. you make your way down the column of his throat, leaving red imprints in your wake, and hear him gasp above you each time you press down, white teeth sinking into pale skin. you grin widely and slip your hands under his shirt, fingers inching up his chest. but before you reach your target, you let out a surprised whine, your body squirming when he suddenly grabs your hips and starts jumping his leg up into your clothed pussy, making you rear your head back from his neck, lips unguarded before his once more.