Ding!

ding!

. . . mikage reo. welcome home.

note. @etoiile, clingy reo <33

“reo.”

no response.

“reo.”

still nothing.

“reo, i can’t breathe.”

the only thing you got in return from reo was a slight whine of a noise, but no effort was made to even let up on his hug on you. you sigh, a small amused chuckle escaping your lips after.

you barely even made it inside of your home when your loving boyfriend came barreling down the stairs and immediately tackled you on the floor for a hug. now, usually you didn’t mind his antics, you loved it, and this really takes the icing on top of your cupcake.

“still can’t breathe, love,” you wheeze. “can we take this on the couch, at least? as much as hugging on the floor is cute, it’s not sanitary and the surface is cold.”

“later, please, just a bit more,” he says in a pleading tone.

there’s nowhere to retaliate when he’s giving you that expression as if you just abandoned him on the side of the road with nowhere to go, not when he’s pressing soft kisses on your lips, your cheek, and your neck; all actions to showcase his undying love for you through simple, fleeting touches.

“welcome home, love.”

you smile once you’re on your feet, returning his hug properly without having all of his weight on top of you this time.

“i’m home.”

you’re home because reo’s home, too.

noomon © 2023. do not copy, modify, or translate my work.

Softie

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Hiori Yo x Reader Prompt: Introverted, slightly awkward reader, and a kind, friendly pretty boy. They surely wont develop a soft spot for him. A/N: Im gonna make a 2. to this. The concept is just too cute! <3 The 2 of them are defo gonna get teased tehe

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You were currently sitting in the dining hall, mindlessly eating your food. Though you were seated together with some of your friends, you didnt have the mental energy in you to talk at the current moment. So, you opted to peacefully eat your meal instead.

Thankfully, it was good. You definitely couldnt have taken one more reason.

Manshine City training had exhausted you, physically, mentally, maybe even psychologically.

Just kidding.

You always were a tad bit of a dramatic person. With over exaggerated complaints about anything and everything, to your mannerisms.

Though, you only showed that side of yourself to those you were comfortable with. Most of the time, you were pretty introverted. And a tad bit awkward.

Avoiding of eye contact, a blunt way of speaking, and a naturally intimidating face to top it all off. It was no surprise you wwre dubbed ‘the ice ruler’. Though, you found it amusing.

And so did your friends. The few youd made, seemed to enjoy teasing you about your unintentionally ‘icy’ demeanor.

Back in the present, you sighed as you were brought out of your train of thought. Again.

Whatever Bachira was talking about, it certainly wasnt normal, that was for sure. Something about kangaroos having three vaginas? You could only deadpan at the boy.

Suddenly, a flash of blue appeared a distance away. A boy, whom youd never seen before, was walking into the dining hall.

Oh god.

His soft, cyan hair had made him stand out to you, for sure. But his face..

You were annoyed at the fact that you felt your heart pick up pace slightly, ears tinging the smallest bit. ‘The hell’s wrong with me..’ you mentally scolded yourself.

Isagi, being the naturally observant person he was, glanced at your tinged face. ‘Y/n, you alright?’ He asked curiously.

At the question directed towards you, the other three turned their heads to look at you curiously too, wondering what Isagi was talking about.

You peered back in the direction behind Bachiras head, where youd spotted him. You sighed under your breath when you noticed he was no longer there. And yet, beneath that relief..

Why was there dissapointment?

You scoffed at yourself, before waving Isagi off casually.

‘Im fine, dont worry.’

You picked up your food tray, nodding at the rest in acknowledgment as you walked back to your dorm for the night.

‘How weird..’

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A few days of more torturous training, (not to mention the fact that part of your mind kept going back to him), and youd finally gotten some free time.

Put in a good mood, you strolled to the screening room with a slight pip in your step.

You were hoping to rewatch some of the matches, specifically the ones youd played in. Just to see if there were any areas you could improve on.

Oh who were you kidding. The real reason you were going to rewatch the matches? Because it was entertaining, duh. The fact that you could observe your own playstyle and improve was just a bonus.

Walking in through the door, you werent surprised when you spotted Isagi, giving him a nod of acknowledgment.

What did surprise you however, was when you saw the same cyan haired boy from a few days prior.

His bright eyes were the same shade as his hair, and you felt the heat rush to your face at the sight of his small, but soft smile.

The boy gave off a kind, and friendly vibe. Funny, considering it was the complete opposite of yours.

Isagi spoke with a smile, gesturing to the boy beside him. ‘Ah, y/n! I assume you havent met Hiori yet?’

‘Hiori, huh? What a cute name.’ You thought, before you mentally slapped yourself.

Hiori continued to smile gently, blinding you with his charm. You mentally felt like a vampire being dramatically burned from the sun.

‘No, we havent.’ Hiori shook his head.

The boy stood up, before walking closer over to you. The distance between you both was nothing to speciap, and yet, as he stood directly infront of you, you tried your best to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

With a hand outstretched, Hiori spoke gently. ‘M’ Hiori Yo, nice to meet you.’

You look at him for a moment, before breaking a small smile of your own. You shook his hand in return, relishing in how soft his hands were for someone who played such a rough sport.

‘Y/n l/n, nice to meet you too.’ You spoke, an almost unidentifiable softness on your face. Almost. But not for Isagi Yoichi.

As he watched the two of you greet each other, each with soft smiles and already comfortable demeanors, he couldnt help the knowing, shit-eating grin creeping its way onto his face.

In all the time he’d spent with you as a teammate and friend, he was sure he had never seen that expression on your face. One that wasnt akin to your usual introverted, and sometimes sarcastic demeanor. Were you really not aware of the fact you were softening around the other boy?

Hiori even seemed more comfortable with you. More so than the typical friendliness he treated everyone with.

As the two of you conversed, Isagi noticed the small smile on your face. Oh, he was for sure going to tease you about this whole situation. Even if you werent aware of it.

As you got up, waving goodbye to the two and walking back to your dorm, Isagi looked ahead with a knowing smirk on his face as he chuckled to himself.

Hiori glanced to the boy, curious, and slightly confused. ‘What is it?’

Isagi shook his head, continuing to scheme. ‘Nothing, really.’

‘Nothing at all..’

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Guys i love hiori

Quick drabble;;

→ Spamming

GN!Reader × Ft. Hiori Yo & Nagi Seishiro

Warnings — OOC characters[?], short drabble, fluff, take it as platonic or romantic[more of a friendly thingy], hint of reader being a gamer or smth. | YALL ITS MY FIRST TIME TRYING TO WRITE,, BARE W ME PLS. Sorry for grammar or any errors :0

[Y/u] = Your User

[F/g] = Favorite Game

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

[ NagiieS7 Is Online ! ]

NagiieS7: Stop spamming

YoHio_23: Can't.

NagiieS7: they won't b online for the whole day

YoHio_23: Ik ya idiot. But some1 have'ta game w me

YoHio_23: n' u def not goin to

NagiieS7: yeah

NagiieS7: s' a hassle

YoHio_23: thought ya would say that

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

NagiieS7: do u think that if I spam too they'd b online !

NagiieS7: ?"

NagiieS7: **

NagiieS7: Wanna clear a lvl now

YoHio_23: Yeah, Totally.

NagiieS7: @[Y/u]

NagiieS7: @[Y/u]

NagiieS7: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

NagiieS7: @[Y/u]

NagiieS7: @[Y/u]

NagiieS7: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

NagiieS7: @[Y/u]

YoHio_23: @[Y/u]

NagiieS7: @[Y/u]

[ [Y/u] Is Online ! ]

[Y/u]: No.

[ [Y/u] Is Offline ! ]

NagiieS7: fumbled

YoHio_23: dang

YoHio_23: just wanted to play [F/g]..

thin line

synopsis: four times itoshi rin said he hated you, and the one time he finally said the truth.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 5k (insane) | warnings: enemies to (implied) lovers, cursing (rin being rin), rin is a total tsundere and emotionally constipated, banter, teasing, one (1) sexual implication towards the end, i use the word hate a lot, kinda proofread

notes: oh my GOD. you have no idea how hard it was for me to write (and finish!) this. writer's block has been kicking my ass really hard and honestly i don't even know if i like this but i swear to god if this flops i'll kms. (jk. maybe. or not.)

masterlist sae's 4+1

i.

itoshi rin was a hater. 

he didn’t consider himself one, naturally. rin thought he was a pretty chill guy, but apparently, everyone who had some sort of interaction with the younger itoshi felt the same kind of vibe coming from him. at least, it was what his stupid teammates said after claiming rin was always hating on something — whether it was the line in the coffee shop being too long, every pass given to him by isagi or the librarian with “a stupid fish-face”.

on his defense, no one liked long lines, isagi had two left feet when it came to passing and the librarian was a fucking weirdo. even if he was a hater, he had a plausible reason for everything he hated. 

“itoshi.”

that included you, of course.

rin was pretty convinced it was impossible not to hate you. every time he entered your shared biology class, a mere look at you was enough for his irk to grow even more. everything about you was just obnoxious.

you were loud. and, although unpleasant, that wouldn’t be much of a problem if you just weren’t unable to shut the fuck up and stop rambling excitedly at every friend you met. and you had many. you were some kind of weird social butterfly with infinite energy for social interactions — in a way, you reminded him of bachira. 

but bachira was not always jumping at every chance to refute him with a know-it-all smirk. bachira wasn’t perpetually ready to throw witty remarks at his rudeness. and bachira definitely didn’t have a pretty gleam on his eyes every time he headbutted with rin.

in short, you were everything itoshi rin hated. and the worst part was that you knew. you knew how much your very existence annoyed him, and it seemed like you took as your life mission to make the next two years of his life a living hell. 

“itoshi.” your voice reached his ears again. well, maybe if he just ignored you, you would… “itoshi!”

“what the fuck do you want?” he snapped, diverting his attention from the match playing on his phone to look at you. “i told you not to call me that.”

another thing he hated — to be called by his last name. it reminded him way too much of sae, and that was something rin didn’t want to do. but it wasn’t like he was going to tell you that, so he’d rather let you think he just didn’t want you to address him at all. which wasn’t a lie, either. 

you gave him a puzzled look, tilting your head like an innocent puppy. a fake naivety, of course. “we’re not close enough for me to call you by your first name, though.”

“thank fuck.” 

your eyes rolled at that. “language, itoshi.” he glared at you again, and you fixed your posture, putting your hands on the back pockets of your jeans. the malicious smile you gave sent chills down his spine. 

“well, i just came to deliver you the news since you missed last period. there’s a project worth 75% of our grade to be delivered in two months, and guess what? we’re together!”

oh, hell no.

“you tell terrible jokes.”

“i’m serious, though. if you don’t believe me, just ask your friends,” you said, so absentmindedly that rin felt his blood pressure rising. he opened his mouth to retort, but you beat him to it. “and before you try, the teacher already said no one can work alone and that the pairs cannot be exchanged.”

his left eye twitched, and he was pretty sure all his muscles were tight and ready to combust. life just couldn’t give him a break, could it? it was like he was being punished — forced to work with you, of all people. what a fucking nightmare. 

how the hell was he supposed to endure two months of constant interactions with your annoying sassiness and the pretty curve of your lips when you smirked? it might just drive him crazy. 

“so, when can we start, partner?”

rin rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck on the back of his skull. 

“i hate you.”

ii.

the soccer field was probably the only place rin felt at peace. the smell of grass and sweat was as familiar as his home, much like the round shape of the ball on his feet and the path to the goal. despite his rowdy teammates and their dumb antics, there wasn’t much that was able to distract him and break this peacefulness.

“itoshi!”

there was still something, though. or someone, for that matter.

the shock of seeing you in his “happy place” was so big rin nearly tripped on the ball, successfully letting bachira steal it from him. the snickers from reo and isagi made his skin boil with anger, but his harsh glare was directed at you — the fucking source of all his problems. 

and no, he was not being dramatic. 

“what are you doing here.” 

it wasn’t really a question, more like a veiled threat; but you seemed oblivious to it, or simply didn’t care about his reaction. something in him even thought you liked getting on his nerves. he was sure of it when you smirked.

“the project, dummy. we need to start today if we want to get it done in time. it’s pretty long, hence why we have two months.”

“i can’t today,” was all he said. 

“why?”

“because,” rin spat with venom on his tongue, “i have an important game next week.”

you stared at him in silence. rin would have thought about how the sun shining on your back framed you with a perfect halo and gave you a nearly angelic look if he wasn’t so busy controlling the heat on his face from your scrutiny. he hated when you did that. he hated you. 

“we have to start today, itoshi. i’ll wait until you finish practicing so we can go to the library.”

he hated your stubbornness. he hated your voice, too — how it sounded like a siren’s melody, ready to trap him and bring him to the bottom of the ocean.

“fine. suit yourself.”

the young itoshi turned around and went back to the field, ignoring aryu’s pestering and shidou asking about who you were and if he could have your number. rin pondered if a yellow card was worth shutting up the insect, but eventually decided against it; he didn’t want ego to bench him, especially when they were so close to the tournament next week. 

the rest of the game went pretty smoothly, although rin and his teammates could tell he had half of his focus on the sidelines, where you sat prettily at the stands with your laptop. a perpetual scowl was on his face throughout the rest of the match. you were so damn distracting it was annoying. 

once the match was over, some of the boys went home, while others continued practicing, rin being one of them. he was expecting you to grow tired and give up, especially considering it was getting darker and colder, but you didn’t waver. your face was still present on the stands, haunting him even if he closed his eyes. you even had the audacity to smile when your gazes crossed.

he hated your smile. he did. 

hours passed until every one of his teammates had gone home, and rin was the only one left in the field. deciding it was finally enough (and not admitting he was starting to worry for you), he stopped his moves, finishing up with a few stretches so that his muscles weren’t too sore. he stored the footballs on the cart and put away the cones, something that was already routine at that point since he was usually the last one to leave.

finally, rin walked towards you. 

“i’m done,” he said as he approached you on the sideline of the field. his gym bag was right at your side, and he ignored the electricity that sparked his skin when it grazed yours. 

your eyes averted from your laptop to look at him. “oh, hi! thought you’d take a little longer,” you retorted. “anyways, i’m done too.”

he stopped his movement. “what?”

“yeah, i finished the first topic. only fourteen more to go.” the giggle that flew out of your mouth reverberated through his body. rin watched as you stood up and stretched, looking away when your shirt rode up and a sliver of your stomach could be seen. you then proceeded to put your laptop away, and his brows furrowed. 

“i don’t get it. i thought you said… you said it was too much stuff to do by yourself.” you nodded, not even looking at him. rin kind of wished you did. “and yet you did everything?”

“well, yes.”

his scowl only worsened. “what the fuck? why?”

you slung your bag through your shoulder, looking at him with those damn doe-eyes that always sparkled so much. it was annoying. why did they remind him of the stars? and why did rin wanted to watch the night sky on your face?

“you said you have an important game next week, so i figured it wouldn’t kill to do the first topic by myself,” you answered. “don’t get used to it, though! you’re gonna have to help on the next ones, partner.”

the young itoshi ignored the stupid nickname, his brain still trying to catch up to everything. something just wasn’t clicking…

“so why the hell did you wait for me to finish practice?”

you didn’t even falter.

“thought you could use the company.” you shrugged. and although your voice was nonchalant, you were smiling. and not your typical mischievous smirk — it was a sweet, sweet smile, dripped in honey and all things good in the world. 

rin’s heart leaped on his chest. he could feel his cheeks becoming flushed, but he blamed it on the cold. 

coming to think of it, it was really cold. and you sat there for hours… if he looked closely, he could see your frame shivering from the lack of proper clothing. 

a little tsk came out of his mouth, and rin impulsively took off his jacket, throwing it on your face — ignoring the “hey!” you sent his way.

“what’s that for, itoshi?!”

“so that you don’t freeze to death, dumbass.”

rin had to admit your gaping expression was kind of cute. not that he would commit to memory or something… that would be lukewarm, and he was anything but lukewarm. especially when it came to you. 

“don’t get any ideas, though,” he said before you could retort, turning around to follow the path to his dorm room, “i still hate you.”

iii.

things were calmer after the game passed. rin often found himself at the university library with you after his practice, leaving around nine or ten, and walking you to your dorm building simply because he didn’t want to be bothered in case something happened to you. not like he was worried for your safety or anything.

you still got on his nerves, but the project was going surprisingly well. rin learned you were very dedicated and meticulous, meaning you put in a lot of effort to focus and make everything as perfect as it could be. he wished he could say his focus was also as sharp as ever, but the scent of your coconut shampoo always lingered on the study booths and made his mind fuzzy. 

it was tuesday night and you were both on your laptops doing research and writing on your paper, falling into the same little routine you established the past weeks. the library was nearly empty as usual — though you always sat at the furthest cabin because rin didn’t like to see, hear or speak to people — and the only sound in the ambience was the pitter patter of the rain. 

everything seemed to be going fine, but things changed when the rain got heavier and became a strong thunderstorm that made the lights go out.

“fuck,” rin cursed under his breath, looking around to hear other people mumbling complaints and the librarian saying she would turn on the power generator, asking for calm and patience. he squeezed the bridge of his nose, annoyed, and turned to you. “hey, do you think—”

then he stopped. 

the only source of light was the screen of your laptops and the occasional lightning striking on the dark sky, but rin could see you on the other side of the table as clear as day. and he felt his heart squeeze impossibly hard with the sight. 

you were shaking like a leaf, hands squeezed tight and nails prickling your skin, and your eyes were widened and so, so scared. he had never seen you wear such an expression, always familiar with your confidant, cheery self, and he decided he didn’t like one bit. 

“hey,” he whispered, trying to grasp your attention. however, your eyes were focused outside. “hey, look at me.”

slowly, your orbs met his, and rin felt his breath hitch. there were tears on your lash line threatening to fall, and panic began to rise on his throat; but he forced himself to stay calm for your sake. 

“what’s wrong?”

your lips trembled, but nothing came out. he hated your voice, but found himself missing it. so he tried again.

“are you… afraid of the dark?”

his question was answered when the sound of another thunder reverberated again, making you visibly flinch. his gaze softened when a small hiccup left your lips. 

“oh. it’s the thunder.”

you nodded, still unable to talk. rin could see you were forcing yourself to keep your sobs contained, as if the mere thought of crying in front of him was as dangerous as standing at gunpoint. like his words — venomous, harsh, cold words — could hurt you just as much as a bullet. 

his stomach churned with that thought. he hated it. 

so, as carefully as he could so as not to startle you, rin stood up from his seat and walked around the table until he reached the chair at your side, sitting on it. he felt you body tense with the proximity, more so when he slightly turned to stare at you, and felt the need to say something.

“it’s okay,” he murmured, so impossibly soft you could hardly believe it was itoshi rin saying those words to you. 

it was even more unbelievable when he enveloped your body in a hug, bringing your head to his chest as if to shelter you from the thunder. 

rin really hoped you couldn't hear the unrestrained beating of his heart. everything about that moment made him nearly combust; from the ever present smell of your shampoo when he rested his nose in your hair, the evident relaxation of your frame when he hugged you or the small arms that held his waist as if he was the only lifeline in the ocean. 

you let your sobs and sniffles run free, burying yourself deeper in his embrace, and all rin could do was pat your hair and whisper soft reassurances on your ear. 

it’s okay. you are safe. i won’t let it hurt you. 

he didn’t know how long you both stayed in that position, but as he enjoyed the warmth of your body next to his, your sobs eventually died out along with the roaring sound of thunder. the rain became thinner and the lights finally came back, although neither of you made a move to separate. 

the silence lingered for a moment before you broke it, “thank you.”

the male only hummed, trying to hide his disappointment when you slowly backed away. though his hand didn’t leave you, going from your hair to rest on your hip in some type of reassurance squeeze. 

“i-i’m sorry, it’s just…”

“you don’t have to explain,” he interrupted. then, hesitantly added, “only if you want to.”

“it’s not something big or anything… this fear has just kind of been there. i think something happened to me when i was a kid and it was thundering, so every time it happens i just… freeze.” you shook your head. “it’s stupid.”

he frowned. “it’s not stupid if it makes you this terrified. it’s okay, we all have fears.”

you were yet to look him in the eye, seemingly embarrassed about your triggered phobia. “i cried on your shirt.”

“yeah.”

“it has tears stains.”

“yeah.”

you sighed. “i’m sorry.”

he squeezed your hip again. “don’t apologize.”

you finally raised your head to look at him, and rin could very much consider himself a lost man at that moment. your eyes were glistening from the remnant of tears, but that pretty gleam was still there, barging its way through any sadness and any fear to present itself with the shy smile you sent him.

even if it was still dark, he would be able to see it, because you shined. brightly, scorchingly and so, so mesmerizing, like some sort of classic painting worth millions of dollars. if rin had the choice, he wouldn’t want to look away. 

“i think it’s enough for today,” you said, “do you mind if we continue tomorrow?”

“i don’t mind,” rin answered, although he secretly wished to bask in your warmth for a little longer. “i’ll take you to your dorm building. i brought an umbrella.”

because he knew you were a klutz and would most likely forget. not that he paid attention to you or something. 

you smiled again, and rin had to use all of his might to let go of you and go back to his chair to pick up his stuff. silently, you both put away your things and left the study booth towards the exit, where the younger itoshi opened his umbrella and started to walk towards your destination. he felt his skin burning when you tangled your arm with his so that you were squeezed together under the shelter for the rain.

around ten minutes later, you finally arrived at your dorm building. and then, as the little minx you were, you stood on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek before running inside along with your goodbyes. 

“thank you, rin!”

he stood there like a statue for what felt like an eternity, feeling his face impossibly hot. rin touched his cheek in mild disbelief, feeling butterflies erupting on his stomach without permission. 

it was only then he realized you called him by his actual name, and a smile inevitably took over his features. 

fuck.

itoshi rin hated you. but that day, he discovered that he hated seeing you cry even more.

iv.

he didn’t really know what the fuck he was doing there. rin was not the kind of guy who went to parties, much less fraternity ones; but somehow he ended up in one on a saturday night after a lot of convincing from his teammates. he claimed he only accepted so that isagi would shut up and stop pestering him, but the said boy insisted to say he only agreed after learning you would be there. 

which was absurd, of course. a completely crazy, delusional and absurd thought. why would he want your obnoxious self to go and ruin the party? rin hated you. 

right?

the music was loud and the people were even louder. there were dozens of bodies on the makeshift dance floor swaying to the beat, along with some people playing beer pong and small groups scattered around talking as best as they could. rin was part of the last type, although he was tuning out everything that bachira blabbed on his ear like a madman. his focus was solely on the entrance.

and then, you came in. 

it was like a stupid romance movie — the way everything seemed to be in slow motion. from the way you walked, to the slight movement of your hair, to the blink of your curved eyelashes. and god, how much he hated that. 

he hated the way your mere presence prickled his skin. how your voice soothed his lousy thoughts, how your smile lit up the room. he hated this urge inside of him to look for you every time he knew you'd be in the same vicinity, like you were some source of life that he couldn’t live without. 

“are you okay, rin-chan?” bachira’s voice took him out of his thoughts. he blinked a few times.

“yeah, i’m fine.”

now, rin wasn’t a drinker; the red cup on his hand was merely for show. but he gulped some beer at that moment, as if trying to wake up from a hazy dream or get out of a trance. it made sense — he did think you were a siren of some sort. 

there was no other reason for the spell you put on him. 

the party went on, and he spent a few hours avoiding you like the plague and pretending he wasn’t stealing glances at every chance he got. truth is, he was always paying attention when you were swaying your hips on the dance floor like there was no tomorrow, glaring at every guy who thought about getting close while holding back his own desire to do the same.

it was only when you left to the backyard that his teammates finally decided to say something.

“you should talk to her,” reo advised, eyebrows dancing in a weird, wiggly way. rin grimaced.

“what? why?”

the boys rolled their eyes and groaned, tired of the younger itoshi’s behavior. 

“rin, man. you are clearly interested in her. and i’m pretty sure she’s interested in you, too,” isagi said slowly, as if rin was a child. “otherwise, she wouldn’t make the effort to pester you.”

rin could feel his face flushing. “i’m not—”

“don’t even try to deny it. it’s kind of obvious, really,” chigiri butted in, an exasperated countenance on his face. “just go, rin.”

he let out a tsk, chugging the rest of his drink and throwing the cup on the trash. “i’m going out just because i don’t want to keep listening to you idiots.” 

“yeah, right,” nagi snickered, and the others followed, watching rin turn his back and move towards the backyard, where he would inevitably find you. 

the chilly air hit his skin the moment he stepped out, and rin kind of thanked the relief it gave to his hot cheeks. quickly looking around, it was easy to spot your lonely frame leaning on the wall, staring at the stars as if they weren’t in your eyes. he walked to you like his feet had their own will, and once he got close enough, leaned the side of his body on the wall, facing you.

“you’re cold.”

not even a hello, how are you to start. great conversationalist, itoshi rin.

you turned your head to look at him, smiling when recognition took over your features. “hey, itoshi! didn’t think i’d meet you here!”

the giggle that went past your lips was the only reason he didn’t scowl when you didn’t call him rin.

“parties are not really my thing, but my friends convinced me to come.” you nodded, understanding. he blinked a couple of times, and said again, “you’re cold.”

you slightly flushed. “it’s just a bit chilly, but it’s not a big deal…”

but rin was already shrugging off his jacket, moving to be right in front of you as if to shield you from the wind. he handed the piece of clothing to you. “here.”

“oh… thank you,” you answered, bashful, taking the jacket and putting it on. 

last time he lent you one, he didn’t stay to see how you looked like. but at that moment, rin was sure there was nothing prettier than the sight of you in his clothes. he swallowed a nervous lump from his throat.

“so… why are you out here by yourself?”

“needed some air. i danced a lot and it was kind of stuffy in there.” you shrugged. then, fiddling with your fingers, you look straight into his eyes. “and maybe… maybe i was hoping someone would follow.”

someone. you had your eyes on someone. 

rin didn’t know what was worse: the stinging pain on his heart or the bitter taste left on his tongue. what he did know was that both felt like poison, one that would spread through his veins and consume him whole. and that he shouldn’t feel like this. because he hated you, after all. 

he must have made a terrible grimace, because you threw your hands in the air in exasperation. 

“for fucks sake.”

and then your lips were on his. 

it was just a fleeting moment — something way too quick and definitely not enough to sate the dormant hunger inside of him. in the blink of an eye, you were already back in your place, staring at him with doe-eyes and a hundred doubts written in them. 

rin freezed for a whole full minute with his mouth agape, until finally lunging forward to kiss you again. his right arm wrapped possessively around your waist to glue your bodies together, while his left hand found a place in your jaw, cradling your face as if you were some precious jewel. his lips were hungry on yours, and you gasped with the intensity, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth. 

kissing you was exhilarating, like scoring the perfect goal or winning a championship. adrenaline ran high on his veins and his head was a little airy. and rin swore he never felt so alive. 

when you finally parted, you were both panting, chest heaving with every breath. rin rested his forehead against yours, directing both of his hands to your middle as if to look for grounding. 

“you still hate me, itoshi?” you asked in a whisper, mouth inches away from his but still not close enough. that dangerous gleam was still settled in your eyes, and he could swear you were the perfect definition of sinful every time you batted your eyelashes at him.

“call me rin.”

“okay,” you giggled lightly. “you still hate me, rin?”

he could feel his blood pulsing on his ears. “yeah,” he answered, way too breathless for an athlete of his caliber. 

and then, holding your waist tighter, “kiss me again.”

v.

“we should get coffee.”

rin’s words cut the silence as you were exiting the library yet again. you looked up to see his face staring straight ahead, expression unreadable as always, but the light redness on the tip of his ears told you all you needed to know. 

you decided to be a tease, as always. “hm… i don’t know, should we? you sure you want to spend even more time with someone you hate?”

he scowled like usual, but this time, there was a small pout on his lips. you thought he looked the cutest when he was like that, all shy and trying to maintain his stoic act. 

he grumbled something under his breath. 

“what was that?”

“i said,” he sneered, “i don’t hate you, stupid.”

you arched your brow. “you don’t?”

“do you think i would have kissed you if i did?” the smirk you give him is both charming and infuriating. rin would have said he hated it, but he was done pretending. 

“i don’t know, itoshi. you are kind of emotionally constipated.”

“shut up,” rin quipped. then, he snaked your waist with his right arm as you walked side by side, pulling you closer. “and didn’t i tell you to call me rin?”

there was just mischief in your eyes when you answered, “yeah, but i like to get on your nerves.”

the male scoffed, still in disbelief with your antics. 

“you’re a damn brat. i think you just want me to teach you my name tonight.”

rin could practically feel the heat on your face, and he smirked when he saw how red you were. god, you were so cute. 

“at least take me to dinner first before we hate-fuck,” you still managed to joke, despite the slight shakiness in your voice. he rolled his eyes, and pulled you to a stop by the arm. 

you both stood in the middle of campus, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze and listening to the birds chirping. it was a peaceful day, with the sun high up in the baby blue sky. rin thought there was no better time than at that moment. 

his hand traced your arm until it reached your own, and he squeezed your fingers in reassurance. 

“i don’t hate you,” he said again. “i just hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close. not even a little bit. not even at all.”

he watched your eyes light up and smile brighter than the sun, and he almost laughed at the disbelief in your voice. 

“did you just quote ‘ten things i hate about you’?”

it was his time to flush. a small shrug was all rin answered with — he didn’t want you to know he specifically chose this sentence because that was your favorite movie. not like it mattered when you were gleaming at him and making his heart leap on his chest. 

“well, then,” you squeezed his hand back, “let’s get coffee, rin.”

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okaaay soo hii

what about aiku oliver x m reader but the reader is opposite of oliver? (idk the genre😓)

ill keep leading you on, if you keep leading me into your room

hi :3 THIS TOOK SO LONG GRAAH

school au // oliver aiku x m!reader

warning(s): cursing, enemies to lovers troupe(?), slightly suggestive

you were the loner of your school. if not, then one of the loners. you didn’t have much friends and you weren’t very liked, but that didn’t bother you one bit. you were fine with your current friends and you weren’t bombarded with school kids trying to talk to you. your school life was easy; good grades, teachers liked you. school couldn’t have been better, right?

you were fine in school, if oliver aiku didn’t try to strike a conversation with you.

oliver was the womanizer of your school. rumor has it that he’s slept with half the cheer team! crazy, right? he’s popular amongst the entire campus. not only was oliver attractive, he was also athletic and flirty; what most school-girls would want in a man.

he could have almost anyone he wanted; he could’ve went for the cutest girl or the prettiest boy, but no. he unfortunately chose you as his victim. he’d always talk to you whenever he saw the opportunity to. it was annoying.

you were invited to a party— a frat-party— and you originally decided not to go, but who were you to miss out on an opportunity to have fun? and it was just for one night, as long as you didn’t participate in any alcoholic beverage consumption.

but what was so annoying, was that oliver was going to the party too.

everything was going well. you were on a soft, cream-colored couch which seemed awfully unfortunate if a drink would’ve spilled and ruined it. you were about to take a sip of your punch until you felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around your waist. the person let out a soft sigh; you smelt a hint of alcohol.

“(name)..” the person muttered. you recognized that voice; it was oliver.

you rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. this didn’t go unnoticed by oliver. “is (name) mad..? (name) is mad, isn’t he?” he teased, a soft chuckle coming out of his lips. “come on, pretty boy. don’t be like that..”

he leaned in closer to your neck, planting a soft kiss onto the nape.

“what do you want now?” you groaned, trying to pry oliver off of you.

“i want you, (name). let loose and have some fun with me, won’t you?” he pleaded, placing another kiss onto your neck.

oliver climbed over the couch and sat next to you. he held onto your waist tighter than before. “i promise i won’t do a hit and run.. i’ll stay with you— i want to stay with you, pretty..” he muttered, taking in your scent.

you bit the inside of your lip. you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find oliver attractive at all. his words left a bittersweet feeling. “stop playing, oliver.” you sighed.

“but i’m not, pretty.. i like you— a lot..” he said as he slid his hand under your shirt. “i want you and only you.. please..?”

he sounded so genuine. he wanted to sound genuine— you weren’t just a boy to him. you stole his heart and he let you take it without a second thought. you gave him the fluttering sensation in his stomach that he’s never felt with anyone but you. he wanted to give you those butterflies; he wanted you to let him love you.

he kept leaving small kisses on your neck and occasionally your shoulder. “i love you, pretty. i love you so much.” he muttered into your shoulder. “my pretty boy.”

all his sweet words and sayings couldn’t go unnoticed. it made you shiver; it made you blush. he was so gentle— so genuine. you just had to give in to him.

he started sucking the pulse-point on your neck. he loved you so much and he was expressing it to prove it.

he pulled back after a few seconds; softly kissing the hickey that he just gave you— a hickey that you let him give you. “i wanna be yours, i wanna give you all my love. please..?” he begged as he pulled you onto his lap.

you hesitated a moment before muttering a small “okay”, giving him the consent to give you the feelings that you gave him. opposites really do attract.

i lof chase atlantic 😣

» THE CHAIN, THE KEY ; hiori yō «

; ↠ hiori has never wanted anything as much as he wants you.

## author's note: pulled this outta my ass because i love him so much and the new chapter makes me so emo. i have low expectations bc no one reads for him BUT me ig so :,) if you read, i hope u enjoy ! ## contents: hiori x gn!reader, crushing, developing relationships, DESCRIPTION HEAVY!!, kind of a character study ngl, fluff but it's angsty but it's fluff ## wc: 1.6k

there is an invisible chain that has always tied hiori yō to the ground.

he can’t see it either, but he feels it. hiori has always imagined it to be big and clunky, grey with the beginnings of rust forming at the bottommost links. it weighs heavier than anything he’s felt. he doesn’t need to see it to know that the skin underneath is rubbed red and raw and burning like salt in an open wound.

he wonders if he was born with it, sometimes, or if it was just a byproduct of how he was raised— if he was born to the chain, to be something greater, or if he was just meant to be hiori. he suspects it was the former, though, because he was never allowed the opportunity to be himself. he has lived a life tied down to the 2nd-place space on the podium and pushed up and away to the 1st, to the point where even he is unsure of where he stands. he often wonders- who would he be if not the winner? who was hiori yō, if not the boy with the chain?

he didn’t think he had an answer. not until he met you.

it’s sickening to him, how strange you make him feel. the obnoxious fluttering in his chest makes him nauseated. he thinks he hates your voice, not because of its sound but because it makes him want to know you. he wants to hear you talk in a way he has never wanted anything, and he hates it even more because he lets himself listen.

you’re a physiotherapist in the blue lock facility, an apprentice working beneath your mentor. it should be easy to avoid you, the simplest thing in the world. but he keeps winding up in your presence. maybe he’d think it was fate if he was silly enough to believe in such things. (if fate was real, it wouldn’t be so cruel, he thinks. because quite frankly, it was mean, how he was drawn to you.)

every night, you walked off the facility around 9:30 to catch your ride home. this just so happened to align with his leaving to take a walk. the cold air was often a means of release for him. he thinks his peaceful nights were ruined when he met you.

hiori thinks it’s horrible when he realizes he’s intoxicated by your presence. even with the cold night sky that surrounds the both of you on these evening accompaniments, while he walks you to your stop because that’s what he should do, you become the breath of fresh air.

you refresh him. you’re funny. you’re nice. he likes talking to you. it makes him want to die.

hiori can feel it growing in the cavity of his chest. he feels it spreading to the corners and edges of his mind. this poison, this disease, this blight that you caused. an fond affection for you and only you now resides within him like tendrils of invasive plants, and it feels too awfully similar to the chain that binds him. it muddles his thoughts and clouds his mind.

something bewildering is that he enjoys it. the rose-coloured sunglasses that you allow him to see though are prettier than life without. he laughs at your jokes and he was about to make one back. he feels the vines and clouds inside curl and dance and it’s almost lovely.

the chain pulls at the worst times. he wants to say something back, to reply to your joke, to make you laugh in turn. but when he feels it— the heavy metal shackling his wrists and neck and pulling him the opposite way— his mouth is forced shut. a switch is flipped because it almost physically hurts- it’s painful, how the metal cuts deeper into the preexisting wounds that haven’t yet scabbed over.

hiori pulls away from you when this happens. the plant, not yet flowering, begins to weigh on him heavy as the chain. the closeness to you feels like a burden rather than a gift. it’s horrible, he knows, because you’re lovelier than lovely and you’re special to him in ways that are indescribable. but still, he leaves. still, he bites his tongue and leaves without saying goodbye. still, hiori struggles against his body and his mind, his wants, his needs. still, he runs.

and despite himself, because he knows he shouldn’t, he keeps trying to find you. he seeks you out, he tries, he tries, he tries. and you are always there, always leaving at 9:30pm, always searching right back for him even though he’s never promised to be there. (when he sees you, the vine grows. the vine is budding. the vine will bloom, and flower. he wonders when it will die.)

(it never does.)

hiori hates how he’s so flighty. he hates how he feels and he hates how he’s almost scared when you ask him to hang out, outside of your walks. he says no at first but as soon as you’re about to board your train, he tells you he’s changed his mind.

the smile you give him makes him smile too, and the muscles in his face contort in a way he’s not used to because he means it, this time, he’s smiling for you and for real. he goes back to the blue lock property and almost throws up.

the fondness grows. the chain pulls. the flowers bloom. hiori yō is in love. he has never felt worse.

but you’re patient. you do this thing where you don’t really care— but not in a way that’s distant, no— in a way that’s freeing. you are yourself, separate from him. you let him stay himself, too, whoever that is. you care and you love and you wait, always 1 step away and never moving. it’s like you’re watching, wanting him to step closer but never minding when he feels back. he watches right back— hiori thinks that instead of a chain around your neck, you wear a key.

it’s been months since he’s met you and you’re still waiting for him. he keeps moving forward, then backward, then forward again, and the chain pulls and tugs and pains his skin but the wounds beneath begin to scab over and he thinks that he’s getting sick of being held back.

now, in his mind’s eye, the chain is almost fully rusted. it’s reddish and weak, and it snaps when he kisses you for the first time.

it was a sunday, one of the rare occasions that the players of blue lock had a rest day. they’d decided to go out, and have dinner and go out and do things. teasingly, they’d suggested hiori invite you.

“you know, hiori,” bachira exclaimed, popping up behind his friend’s shoulder in the locker room, “bring y/n! they’re so nice, and you liiiiike them, yeah?”

hiori remains expressionless at his words but inside he thinks there are bombs being launched in his stomach.

“that’s a good idea!” isagi agrees with bachira and hiori almost cringes. “we should invite them.”

so, that evening, hiori asks if you’ll join him and his teammates because he should. he thinks he wants this. he’s not sure.

you look pretty, when he sees you the next day. another flower blooms on the vine. the chain pulls. he tries to ignore it.

you laugh and talk with everyone else and he watches you like he’s waiting for you to disappear. at the restaurant, after the bill is paid he excused himself to go outside for air.

you’re behind him shortly and he’s finally able to breathe. “hiori,” you exhale, leaving a little puff of air visible in the cold night sky, “hi.”

“hey.”

“are you okay?”

he blinks. you still manage to take him by surprise, when you care like that. “yeah. why?”

with a shrug, you turn so your back is facing the restaurant. the view outside isn’t anything special- some trees, a few people, a road in the distance with yellow and white lights that must be cars. hiori is only looking at you.

“you just seemed a little off. didn’t talk much. i was worried.”

he doesn’t reply, and after a few beats of silence you turn to him again.

“i think i wanna kiss you.”

his proclamation is so quiet and sudden that you blink, and he does too. the chain is pulling, and pulling, and it hurts. he ignores the bitter sting, but with every breath with no response, the scabs beneath the shackles are picked away. everything hurts, and he wants to kiss you. the flower is blooming and the roots are tentative, but they are there. he opens his chest and shows you the flourishing life inside. he waits for you to rip it out and crush the petals beneath your shoes. he waits for the chain to pull him away from this— the one thing he’s sure he wants.

“hurry up, then.”

hiori kisses you, and he feels the chain snap. he feels the shackles fall undone at his heels and he feels the weight around his neck being replaced by your hands as you drape your arms around his shoulders. he’s kissing you like you’re oxygen, he’s kissing you like he loves you, he’s kissing you like he wants to, because he does.

hiori decides then, that he will learn your language, and he will speak your name. not because he has to, but because he wants to. hiori yō will love you because he wants to. there is nothing else, no ball and chain, no rope, no noose, no salt, no wounds. he will love you, he can, he will, he wants to. that is enough for him.

it is then that he discovers himself for the first time— an idea, a concept, the beginnings of the someone he was before he became lost— he sees hiori yō, the boy who wants and the boy who will try.

(the chain rusts and decays. the key is alive. the key was you.)