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sae itoshi who can’t sleep without a sleeping mask. no matter how pitch-black it is, or how calming the atmosphere is, he cannot sleep without something stuck onto his eyes.

and how cliché, the day before one of his most important games, it’s already well past his usual bedtime that he realised he forgot his sleeping mask on the airplane. he thought about calling his manager, no— it’s childish to ask for a sleeping mask. he thought about driving out to a store, no— it’ll take too long, he won’t get enough sleep when he’s back at the hotel.

sae groaned in frustration, cursing under his breath before you called out to him.

“baby? what’s wrong?” you stepped behind him, both hands landing on his shoulders before giving them a light squeeze.

he cleared his throat, though not looking at you, eyes still stuck on his bag that certainly did not contain his sleeping mask in.

“forgot my sleeping mask on the plane. i won’t- ahem, i can’t sleep without it.” he zipped up his bag, leaning his body onto yours as one of your hands trailed up to his head, caressing it softly before you pressed a kiss onto it. “i have an idea.” you mumbled against his head, to which he cocks his head to the side to show interest.

and thats how you both landed in this position. cuddling while facing each other, but this time sae was the little spoon. your arms would wrap around him protectively, just like how he’d do with you. his face was buried into your chest, providing the darkness and the physical contact to his eyes warmly while both of his arms wrapped around your waist. to this day, he still claims that it was purely for “efficiency.” but he’d rather die then tell anyone that it was the best sleep he’d ever had in his life.

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ft sae rin kaiser nagi reo shidou

you just finished your shower, clearly grumpy as you see rin laying on the bed waiting to cuddle with you. “itoshi rin.” there’s tension in the air as he slowly turns his head towards you cautiously, like trying to not set off a black bears attack mode. “..darling.”

“i told you.” you slowly step closer to him, grabbing his collar like an 80kg man weighed nothing to you. “i told you to not fill up my shampoo with water even if you think it’s running out. didn’t i? i told you its expensive and i wanna use it to the last drop. didnt i?” and rin is scared out of his mind that you can hear him gulping.

“my love-“

“sleep on the couch.” and his face contorts into a frown, as if he’s been sent to serve a life sentence in the deadliest prison in the world. but what else can he do except- “yes ma’am.” he says sheepishly as you let go of his collar, taking nothing with him except the small plushie you called you two’s kid, but even that isn’t spared “put our child down. who said you could take her?” and all he can do is pout even more before placing it on the edge of the bed, walking out the door.

and even when hes on the couch, he curls up like a baby and stares into the void, not bothering to even try and sleep because he knows he won’t be able to. he whines occasionally, hoping to get your attention, but to no avail each time— this goes on until 2am before he finally gets up and approaches the bedroom door, sliding the knob gently to not make any noise and peeking in. you were sound asleep, hugging a pillow instead of him. unbelievable.

he got onto his tiptoes and slid into the room, closing the door ever so gently as he walks towards the side of the bed. get into bed and risk waking you up and make you more angry or..

well, thats how you ended up accidentally stepping on a sleeping rin that was laying on the floor when you woke up and was about to get ready. “shit!- what the hell, rin?!” his body jerks and he wakes up, sitting up to look at you with a guilty face, “..sorry. i couldn’t sleep without you. better to be close than comfortable.” and you can barely choose if you wanna stay mad at him or kiss him. you’re a weak person after all.

“why would i tell you that, idiot?”

“so you admit you cried recently?” “…”

the last time sae itoshi cried wasn’t when he lost a match against his opponent, nor was it when his dreams of being a striker got crushed. if anything, it served as concrete to build walls and barriers away from his heart and sentimentality.

but instead, it was during you two’s anniversary.

[ ＠you : i wont be doing much for our anniversary this year,, ive been so busy :(( im sorry baby ill make it up to you when my schedule clears 😢 ]

[ ＠sae : its okay. i understand, no need to make it up for me. ]

how disappointing, he thinks.

but he doesn’t cry, he’s not a child— he knows you’ve been busy with work, lectures, assignments and so on, he’s mature, he understands, he doesn’t get sentimental.

well, thats what he tells himself. because when he gets home from practice and is met with a dark apartment, he sighs before sloppily dropping his bag to the floor, his hands trailing to the switches to turn on the light.

and there it is. the whole apartment decorated in fairy lights, ribbons, his favourite foods placed on the dining table and a big pile of gifts in the corner of the room waiting for him. you jump out from behind the couch, lifting your arms up in the air while smiling brightly, “happy fifth anniversary!” which is evident from the big printed out letters dangling from the ceiling.

he freezes. stuttering over his words, “i- oh, you..” his breaths get laboured and subconsciously, tears start building up in his eyes. he covers his face embarrassingly, those dewy drops already starting to fall, “oh- oh sae baby! don’t cry?!-” you say with a laugh, jumping over the couch and immediately hugging him. he doesn’t hesitate to hug you back, as tight as if he ever lets go he’ll die.

“shit.. you’re gonna make me throw up out of love.” his voice cracks on the last few words, furthering his embarrassment. you stroke his back comfortingly before he pulls away from the hug, pressing a kiss onto your lips. “thank you. thank you for all.. this. for everything.” “don’t be silly. its the least i could do.” he shakes his head, pulling out a pure gold necklace with your name carved on the pendant out of his pocket. and all you can do is. stare. shocked.

“babe.” rins head peaked into your room through the door, and you immediately lifted your head up, tilting it— “yeah?”

he walked into the room, a measuring tape and ruler in hand. “can you help me measure my height? i can’t do it myself.” “course, cmere!” you jump out of bed and grab the stuff out of his hands, pushing him against a wall. “no tiptoeing, and stand straight!” you warned him like a teacher, “mhmm.”

you pulled the measuring tape, but much to your demise, your arm could barely reach up to him. “..one second.” you drop the things in hand and grab a stool beside you, and you swore you could hear rin stifle a laugh. “you’re that short?” “shut. up.”

you pulled the measuring tape again, placing the ruler on his head and sliding it towards the wall, “aaand…” you look closely at the numbers printed onto the tape, “you’re 188cm! you’ve grown!” and he seems weirdly proud of it. “a whole centimetre? as expected of myself, i bet isagi yoichi didn’t grow a centimetre.”

he grabbed onto both sides of your waist and set you down to the floor, pressing a kiss onto your head, muttering a small “thanks.” and a long pause. “shortie.” he walks away afterwards, muttering about how if isagi didn’t grow taller its confirmed he’s lukewarm, tepid, lower than him, shittier than him and he’s better than isagi.

long distance texts with bf!sae

｜ first to sleep wins!

truth be told, sae only made up this game to fix your sleep schedule, but now its seriously a competition between you two. how does it work? either you or sae grab the most boring book you could find, cuddle up in bed together— usually you laying on his chest, and you both take turns reading one page. around the 40th-ish page, he’ll find you murmuring and slurring on the words, “and.. ‘nd the high courf.. he..” the book gets shut with a soft thud as he turns off the night lamp, “you win. sleep well.” and even though he’s sure you can barely understand what he’s saying, theres always a soft whine or hum to acknowledge him.

｜battle of the compliments

it happens too often for it not be considered as your daily routine at this point. you just cant stop complimenting him after his match, and he finds it hard to interrupt since 1,) he can’t deny that he loves being soaked in your attention and 2), your rambling does not have any full stops or pauses to let him say something. so really, he had to get creative to make sure you remember to breathe.

“your pass was so badass! i mean, i swear i actually saw a rainbow pass through like, it was beaming if you know what i mean?! and and and, when you completely shut down your teammates that were insulting you-”

“if another form of life hypothetically took over the world and picked me to present one source of life as a reason to not destroy us, i’d present you, no hesitation.”

“…what?” “what?”

“what did you say?” “hm? good question. lets go eat.”

“oh yeah! lets go!”

｜look into the damn camera

he’s the type to never look into the camera when he’s taking photos with you. not because he wants to hide from the media or angry fans, but because he’s busy looking at you. the little winky faces you do, the way one of your legs lift up as you lean onto him to make sure you don’t fall, or when you stretch the beautifulest smile he’s ever seen on your face— how can he look into some camera and not this living work of art right beside him?

while the intention is cute, when you’re looking through the photos and see that he once again did not look into the camera, you’d reach up to slap his head, “look into the damn camera!” “ack!— okay, jeez.”

in the end, you’ve got a sae staring dead into the camera like he’d rather be anywhere but here. you ended up posting the ones he was looking at you anyways.

pregnant reader x husband rin