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˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ “when he KNEW he messed up.”

itoshi sae × reader <𝟑 .ᐟ

Dating meant accepting one simple truth.

He was honest. Painfully honest. Brutally honest. The kind of honest that sometimes made people stare at him like he had just kicked a puppy. Usually, you handled it well.

But today—Today was not your day. You had just finished showing him something. An outfit. You had spent way too long putting it together earlier, trying to look nice before seeing him. “Do you like it?” you asked, a little hopeful. Sae glanced at the picture. Then answered immediately. “…It’s not your best.”

Silence. A very small silence. But Sae noticed it instantly. Your shoulders dropped just a little. “Oh,” you said softly. “…I see.”

And suddenly something in Sae’s brain went: shit fuck i messed up oh fuck im so lukewarm. Because your voice had changed. Just slightly. You tried to act normal, locking your phone. “That’s fine,” you said quietly. “I just thought it was cute.”

You smiled. But it wasn’t your real smile. And Sae knew. He knew immediately. Shit. His brain started running through the situation like a tactical analysis. He hadn’t meant it badly.

The outfit just wasn’t his favorite. But now—Now you looked sad. You stood up. “I’m gonna get some water.” You turned toward the kitchen. And Sae’s brain went into full emergency mode. Abort mission. Fix it. Now. Before you could take two steps—Arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind.

You froze. Sae had pulled you straight against his chest. “…Wait.” His voice was quieter now. And very uncharacteristically rushed. “…Sorry.” You blinked. “…What?” “Sorry.” He tightened his arms slightly. “I didn’t mean it like that.” You turned a little in his hold. “…You didn’t?” “No.” “You said it wasn’t my best.” “I know.” “That sounded bad.” “I know.”

You stared at him. This was… strange. Sae was not someone who panicked easily. But right now his grip on you was suspiciously firm. Like he was preventing you from escaping. “I just meant,” he continued quickly, “you have other outfits I like more.” You raised an eyebrow. “…That’s still kind of rude.” “…Right.”

He paused. Then sighed. “…I’m bad at wording things.” That part was very true. You huffed softly. “I noticed.” For a moment neither of you moved. Then Sae shifted, turning you fully toward him. Before you could say anything—He pulled you into a proper hug. Not the lazy one-armed kind. Both arms. Tight. Your face ended up against his chest.

“…Sorry,” he muttered again. You blinked. “…You already said that.” “…Still sorry.” He rested his chin lightly on your head. “…I didn’t want you to look like that.” “Like what?” “…Sad.”

Your expression softened a little. “You noticed?” “Obviously.” You poked his side. “Then maybe don’t insult my outfits.” “I didn’t insult it.” “You basically did.” “…Fine. I insulted it.” You laughed quietly despite yourself. Sae felt your shoulders relax. Good. Crisis decreasing. He pulled you slightly closer.

“…You looked good,” he added after a moment. You looked up at him suspiciously. “…Now you’re just saying that.” “I’m not.” “You literally said the opposite five minutes ago.” “I said it wasn’t your best.” “That’s the same thing!” “…It’s different.”

You squinted at him. Sae sighed again. “…You look good in everything.” You froze. Sae also froze. Because he hadn’t meant to say that out loud either. You stared up at him. “…Really?” “…Yeah.” “…Sae.” “…What.” “That was really sweet.” “…It wasn’t supposed to be.”

You grinned. Then wrapped your arms around him properly. “Apology accepted.” “…Good.” But neither of you let go.

In fact—You leaned more comfortably into him. And Sae’s arms naturally tightened again. A quiet moment passed. Then you mumbled into his shirt, “…You’re warm.” “…You’re clingy.” “You hugged me first.” “…That was emergency damage control.” You giggled. Then tilted your head up.

“…You’re forgiven.” “Obviously.” “But if you insult my outfits again—” “I won’t.” “You didn’t even let me finish.” “I know where it was going.” You snorted. Then rested your head back on his chest. A few seconds passed. Then Sae quietly pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “…Still sorry.”

You smiled against him. And cuddled closer. Just because you could.

a/n: this is sooo ooc and if u saw me post this before no u didnt.

including: sae , kaiser , rin

sae ❀˖°

kaiser ❀˖°

rin ❀˖°

thinking about sae itoshi and his type.

now, i haven’t read the egoist bibles. i don’t plan to, either (#lazy). but hey, give me a chance. hear me out for a second.

i feel like he’s into (shidou) nonchalant, maybe mysterious people. a person who isn’t well known, so like not a celebrity or idol or something. a person who doesn’t want him for his money, but doesn’t want him for his fame, either. a person who doesn’t really like showing their partner off.

and i think he’s not the kind to show his partner off, either. so going public with his relationship would be something simple. maybe it would be you posting a picture of yourself in his jersey. or maybe its him and you hugging, you wearing his jersey but it doesn't show either of your faces.

or maybe its just straight up kissing you after winning a match. in the stadium, running to you or you run to him and jump on him, hugging him tight. and out of no where, he’d just kiss you or something. i definitely think he’d play off soft or hard launching by saying “i wasn’t trying to hide it.”

LOVE LIKE A SWAN , ITOSHI RIN

ㅤㅤʚɞ "my swan, my queen, my angel, muse of my dreams"

꒰ WARNINGS. ꒱ 𓂃 implied fem!reader, established relationship, no dialogue, rin is down bad and very smitten for you, fluff

꒰ A/N. ꒱ 𓂃 this a repost from my old blog @/saetoshii :p also i did edited it so there are a few changes

꒰ WORD COUNT. ꒱ 𓂃 0.5k words

when rin falls in love, he loves like a swan. it takes him a while to realize that you are his soulmate. you are the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. even though he doesn't show it, you know deep in his heart that he loves you.

swans only have one mate their entire lives. when a swan looses its mate, it will fly high up in the air and then just fall to their death. if rin ever looses you, he wouldn't know what to do. not saying he is going to kill himself, but you know what i mean.

before he met you, he thought all that soulmate stuff was stupid and dumb. he had no interest with it. but after a year into your relationship, the realization struck him. it was when both of you were casually laying in bed, you fast asleep and him watching you as you peacefully slept.

oh, how beautiful you look.

rin was in awe at your beauty. then it hit him, he can't even imagine the thought of you not in his life. you brightened his life like how the moon brightens up the dark sky. just of the touch of your lips makes him want to melt like ice cream on a hot summer day. he can't help but stare at you. you are an artists' dream muse. the soft curl of your lips and the flutter of your eyelashes were enough to make any man or women stop and stare at you in such awe. your voice was like silky sweet honey, a lullaby that can calm any storm.

rin reaches out to move a strand of hair that was falling in your face. you stir at the small touch, but it wasn't enough to wake you. rin doesn't smile, but his heart is beating like it's about to rip out of his chest. at this moment, he has an epiphany. why would he ever need another when you are right here waiting for him. you are the most supportive person he has ever met. he'll admit it, your sweetness did agitate him when the two of you first got together but now he just wants to drown in it. he wants to drown in your love. he just wants to fall in your arms after a long day. he wants you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as you play with his hair.

you are his soulmate. now rin doesn't believe in multiple universes, but if there are multiple universes out there, he's going to find you in every single one of them. he is going to love you until the end of time. scratch that, he'll never stop loving you. nothing and i mean nothing is going to make him stop loving you. even after death, he'll still be loving you.

swans only love once and so does rin. so best believe that you and rin are just two swans that are forever in love.

stop everytime i write for a character, it always ends up being rin HELLOOOO???

read a/n at end !!

overview: pre-blue lock(like right before it starts)— Choki is seriously important to Nagi, and he trusts you to care for the cactus while he’s away, for who knows how long. he has a contract and everything for taking care of Choki. how serious…

You honestly thought it was silly when Nagi first brought the idea up.

“a contract? for… a cactus?” — you thought, trying to make sense of the idea

Nagi was looking at you with those tired eyes, but there was something else you could see in them— worry?

Holding a paper in his hands, with seemingly lengthy text, accompanied by a surprisingly fancy looking pen, probably Reo’s, he seems very serious about this idea

if there’s one thing that’s an overthinker’s nightmare, its getting an impulse to do something and not being able to do it immediately. or being too anxious to ask for help if its a two-person task, so you spiral and can’t do it.

thinking about kenyu yukimiya growing accustomed to your anxiety and overthinking. he doesn’t fully understand it—i mean, what does he know about remembering something you stressed about, reigniting the anxiety and not being able to do it, all in the span of one minute?

you bite your nails, your throat growing dry and painfully tight. your eyes gloss over in hot, thick tears. don’t cry. don’t cry, don’t cry—it’s not a big deal.

don’t cry, you can handle this like the mature person you are.

maybe its rooted in being an anxious, overthinking child. this fear of burdening others. just like being a kid; how no one listens to you. not even you listen to yourself.

so the tears drip down your puffed cheeks—your lips quiver into a frown. if only your mind, tears and mouth moved in coordination.

“hey,” kenyu’s soft voice breaks through your zoned-out state. “what happened?”

when he asks a question while you’re crying, he knows that it’ll take some time before you respond. so he opens his arms, offering you a hug—to hold you, but you don’t know it yet.

you hesitantly sink into his embrace, not noticing as he lifts you up carefully and wraps your legs around his waist. he distracts you by whispering sweet nothings beside your ears, pressing chaste kisses to your cheeks as he sits down on the couch.

“cry it out, dear,” he murmurs, adjusting your body so you can comfortably sit on his lap. he wraps his arms around you again, gently leaning your head into the crook of his neck.

your tears felt cold against his shirt and skin for a second, before you really melt into his embrace. like you’re letting yourself be vulnerable, but also safe, in his arms. after that, your tears feel warm against his skin.

after what feels like forever in his embrace, a sound other than sobbing and breath hitching croaks out of your throat.

he listens closely—between the rerun of sobs and tears, hiccups and sniffles between words, stuttering and pausing over your feelings—, to what was bothering you. he waits for you to finish talking, with a few moments of silence afterwards, in case you wanted to talk more.

“thank you for telling me, love,” he helps you sit up on his lap, fixing your hair and wiping the tears off of your face. he wipes under your eyes with the pad of his thumb, planting a delicate kiss to your slightly salty skin.

there’s not much he can say in response to you venting in itself, and he doesn’t jump straight into giving you advice, either. you seem content in just having talked about it, and that alone is enough for him.

you two share a comfortable silence for a while, occasionally making eye contact and hastily averting your gaze. there’s nothing to really be embarrassed about—he’s just so grateful that you could open up to him.

maybe its a little too obvious, with the way you start laughing to yourself. he slightly raises his eyebrow, confused.

“you’ve got my tears and snot on your shirt, yet you’re grinning like a lovesick idiot,” you can’t stop laughing, and now he really has a reason to be embarrassed. but he can’t bring himself to look away from your—absolutely beautiful—face, even as you light heartedly mock him.

“i don’t really mind,” he laughs with you, stamping an exaggerated, sloppy kiss to your cheek. “there, now we’re even.”