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love tester! test our love ♡

synopsis: you put your love to the test. (read: you take a tiktok filter seriously.)

characters: rin, kunigami, sae, nagi, reo

warnings: none!

note/s: this was supposed to be a/n smau (i had the screenshots ready and everything) but decided on writing it instead because it seemed more fun (and it was!) i’m dedicating this to @kakujis because… :DD she knows why and @izanhuhhh for helping me with reo’s bit! i had a lot of fun writing this and i might write more characters if i feel up to it. i hope ya’ll enjoy! 

inspired by this tiktok trend

masterlist

rin:

rin was lying down beside you as you mindlessly scrolled through your tiktok feed, the video of the love tester appeared and you laughed at how the girl looked betrayed when their names let out a measly 26%, just friends. 

“do you wanna try this out, baby?” you asked rin who looked at you with indifference before he shook his head. 

“why not?” you jut your lower lip as you pouted at him. 

“those are dumb and have no scientific basis whatsoever.” rin huffed as he cuddled closer to you, but you paid him no mind as you put on the filter and typed in your names. from the reflection of the camera, you can see rin roll his eyes but look at the filter nonetheless, a bit curious about the results. 

the audio played and rin watched with a bated breath on how the numbers teasingly went up and down before the both of you froze once it stopped at 50% 

‘could be bffs!’ the filter read. before you could even say anything, rin took your phone and deleted the previous results and inputted different variations of your names. 

‘rin itoshi + y/n l/n’ ‘just friends!’

‘itoshi rin + l/n y/n’ could be something more!

you took your phone back before he could get even more heated before laughing at his response. 

“so… we’re not meant for each oth–” “i told you this was a dumb idea!” 

“rin… are you pouting?” “no.” 

kunigami: 

once the video appears on your feed, you stood up from the couch and ran towards your boyfriend who was in the middle of working out. 

“baby!” kunigami stops mid-push up as he sees you beam at him. “what’s up, darling?” you wave your phone in front of him, urging him to click the paused video. 

once kunigami finishes watching the video, he looks at you with a raised brow. “i’m assuming you want us to do that trend?” 

with the giddy nod you let out, he let out a chuckle before patting the ground next to him. “alright, darling.”

when you inputted your names, the both of you watched intently as the numbers increased and decreased. 

31%. ‘just friends!’ the filter read. 

you looked at kunigami who was staring at the filter in shock. 

“how rigged.” kunigami mutters as he glares at your device. you blinked, a teasing smile threatening to escape your lips. 

“so… besti–” “darling, don’t even start.” with the glare he directs to you, you couldn’t help but laugh and pat his sweaty frame. 

“it’s just a filter, bestie! don’t worry about it.” you hear kunigami bite back a sound of annoyance before closing his eyes and sighing. 

“okay, friend. whatever you say.” kunigami says, looking straight into your eyes, a neutral expression on his face, causing you to pout. 

“you didn’t like that, huh?” “...no. sorry, baby.”

“it’s fine, bestie.” “rensuke!!”  

sae:

the midfielder was frozen as he looked down on his phone. 

‘let’s break up.’ the text said. 

he didn’t know what happened. your conversations prior to the break up text were fairly normal and you even wished him good luck and told him that you loved him, so really. he doesn’t know where this was coming from. 

he had 15 minutes before the game and he tried calling you multiple times, only to be declined because the subscriber cannot be reached. 

his hands were slightly shaking as he stared at your last message. only to be filled with hope as he saw your text bubble appear. 

you: ‘we’re not soulmates :((’ 

huh? now sae was confused. however, his answer was soon revealed when the picture you sent has now loaded in his messages. 

it was a screenshot of the filter in tiktok with your names inputted. ‘just friends!’ it said, sae’s erratically beating heart seemed to have calmed down and he just wants to go home and flick you in the forehead for giving him such anxiety. 

sae: that’s stupid. 

you: you see, maybe this is why we aren’t soulmates >:(( you’re mean.

sae: i’m tempted to not go back to japan for scaring me like that. 

you: you’re scared to lose me??? 

sae: the game is starting, watch well. 

you: SAE

you: COME BACK AND GIVE ME CONFIRMATION !!

you: meanie >:(( i’m not gonna lose you too so i guess we’re stuck with each other.

sae smirked a bit before putting his phone on silent, preparing himself to walk out in the field as he recalled your messages. 

of course he was scared to lose you, he thinks as he rubbed the tattooed initial of your first name on the inside of his left ring finger. his only tattoo, and one that you have yet to know of. 

he couldn’t wait until he gets back to japan to show you and finally make you his, officially. 

nagi: 

you and nagi were scrolling through tiktok couple trends to recreate, well… you were, nagi couldn’t care less and decided to just go with whatever you wanted to do. 

or so he says. 

any video that you were interested in recreating, it was suddenly “too much.” “i’m not going to do that.” and of course, “that involves too much moving.” 

with a sigh, you turn towards your boyfriend who’s eyes were drooping shut, snow colored hair splayed out on the pillow, looking back at you innocently. 

“do you really wanna do a trend today.” nagi only nods, you sighed before lying down next to him and scrolling further down. 

the video of the love tester trend appeared and you showed it to your lazy boyfriend, “how about this?” you asked as nagi’s eyes intently watched the video. 

you scoffed once you heard him let out a sound of confirmation. “mm. seems doable.” 

“nagi, we’re just going to put in our names.” “put my name in for me too.” “you’re such a lazy baby.” “”mm.” 

once you opened the camera, the filter immediately shows and you typed in your names, nagi placed his chin by your shoulder, staring at the numbers as it stopped at a high mark of 98% ‘definitely soulmates!’

nagi let out a small smirk, the reaction caught by the camera as he presses a soft kiss to your neck, causing you to drop your phone at the ticklish feeling. 

“nagi!” “shh. don’t yell at your soulmate.” “you’re enjoying this a bit too much, seishiro.” nagi hums, a small smile on his face. 

having you as a soulmate didn’t sound like a hassle. 

reo:

you were reading your book peacefully, basking in the quiet night before reo opens the door and walks excitedly towards you. 

“lovie!” he beams as he stops in front of you. you look up from the book you were reading with a curious expression. 

"we should try this trend!" he said as he pulls out his phone and goes to his saved videos, the video of a couple doing the love meter makes its way on the screen. 

you let out a hum, giving him a small smile before patting the space on the couch beside you. reo does so, smiling as he cuddles up to your side and presses the filter. 

once he inputs your names, he remained close to you as the both of you watched in horror as the love meter went down to a pitiful 6%. 'yeaaaaaa.'

you bite back a giggle at the look on your boyfriend's face, his face resembles a kicked puppy before he glares at his phone and takes it away. standing up and walking to the kitchen, dialing a few numbers whilst doing so. 

you stared at his retreating form. surely, he couldn't be bothered by a tiktok filter, right? 

but before you could ponder more, he comes back and presses the filter once more. 

"reo–""just watch." he says in a cryptic tone, before letting out a big smile as your names equated to a 100%. 'definitely soulmates!'

your brows furrowed before it clicked in your head. 

"reo… did you pay to have this filter rigged?" "i have no idea what you're talking about, love." 

"reo!" 

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.

wc <0.4k

"rin, i'm sleepy."

it's two in the morning, raining outside but still unbearably warm. you're barely awake, and so is he.

"so go back to sleep again, then." his indifferent answer comes out in an instant, shadowed teal eyes still fixed on one of the replays he's always watching on his phone.

"but i want to sleep with you!" your voice is whiny, almost needy, an unusual occurrence in this household. you're like rin; neither of you are ever clingy except on those hot and humid nights when it's late and the covers have been thrown haphazardly onto somewhere on the floor, and he's peeling off his shirt because it's hot as fuck but he still wants to feel you. and you obviously share the sentiment every single time, sinking wholeheartedly into his arms, even though you know it'll make the heat worse.

the screen goes black.

"something wrong?" he asks. you're swaying slightly, balancing on the balls of your feet as you consider the question.

"mmm... nah, not really."

"then?"

"is it a crime to want my boyfriend?"

"that's new." the words slip out before he can stop himself; rin braces for an impact that never comes.

you shrug. "i guess."

concerning.

"okay," he sighs, getting up. his phone is slid into the pocket of his shorts. "let's get you to bed."

you pad up the stairs before him, but refuse to get in.

"rin, the covers."

as hot as it is today, your covers are still on the bed and he knows you do not like that. rin sighs again, expression still flat before effortlessly scooping you up with one arm. he pulls back the covers, takes a step back and then fucking throws you into bed like it's no big deal.

a rare, wide grin stretches across his face when he hears you let out a surprised giggle.— just as uncommon of an occurrence.

“rin!” you shriek.

he tilts his head to one side, smile gone as soon as it comes, and climbs into bed with you. “shh, why so loud? the neighbours’ll complain.”

“it'll all be your fault!” you hiss back at him, glaring as you look away. but there is no malice in your tone or your gaze.

“...sorry.” his shirt is on the floor, he pulls you into his arms and the slightly uncomfortable but still welcome warmth of his chest. “here, i’ll make up to you, i swear.”

© laughingfcx 2024. do not repost, translate or plagiarise.

wc <0.4k

"rin, i'm sleepy."

it's two in the morning, raining outside but still unbearably warm. you're barely awake, and so is he.

"so go back to sleep again, then." his indifferent answer comes out in an instant, shadowed teal eyes still fixed on one of the replays he's always watching on his phone.

"but i want to sleep with you!" your voice is whiny, almost needy, an unusual occurrence in this household. you're like rin; neither of you are ever clingy except on those hot and humid nights when it's late and the covers have been thrown haphazardly onto somewhere on the floor, and he's peeling off his shirt because it's hot as fuck but he still wants to feel you. and you obviously share the sentiment every single time, sinking wholeheartedly into his arms, even though you know it'll make the heat worse.

the screen goes black.

"something wrong?" he asks. you're swaying slightly, balancing on the balls of your feet as you consider the question.

"mmm... nah, not really."

"then?"

"is it a crime to want my boyfriend?"

"that's new." the words slip out before he can stop himself; rin braces for an impact that never comes.

you shrug. "i guess."

concerning.

"okay," he sighs, getting up. his phone is slid into the pocket of his shorts. "let's get you to bed."

you pad up the stairs before him, but refuse to get in.

"rin, the covers."

as hot as it is today, your covers are still on the bed and he knows you do not like that. rin sighs again, expression still flat before effortlessly scooping you up with one arm. he pulls back the covers, takes a step back and then fucking throws you into bed like it's no big deal.

a rare, wide grin stretches across his face when he hears you let out a surprised giggle.— just as uncommon of an occurrence.

“rin!” you shriek.

he tilts his head to one side, smile gone as soon as it comes, and climbs into bed with you. “shh, why so loud? the neighbours’ll complain.”

“it'll all be your fault!” you hiss back at him, glaring as you look away. but there is no malice in your tone or your gaze.

“...sorry.” his shirt is on the floor, he pulls you into his arms and the slightly uncomfortable but still welcome warmth of his chest. “here, i’ll make up to you, i swear.”

© laughingfcx 2024. do not repost, translate or plagiarise.

% — shoei barou & nerd!fem!reader ] — 1.9k

❝ minor sexual content # fluff # acquaintances to lovers (i dont know) # love confession # minor exhibition ❞

it was desolate and quiet in the back corner of the library. fortunately, there was an empty table meant to hold four people at once—more than four if people were smart enough to bring up extra chairs. mercifully, the library was almost empty, other than the few college students that went there to study for their future tests and exams. they were all scattered around the library, making them hard to find. 

they camouflaged in with the various books located on the bookshelves, burying themselves in various titles in order to find the right one to study from. unbeknownst to you, you unfortunately stood out to someone. someone in particular you must say. someone known across the campus for their rude awakening whenever he walks inside of a room. 

you peer up from your book in order to confirm who you suspected to be in the library. you confirmed your suspicion by looking at that spiky hair and that distinct ‘x’ mark on the side of his head, specifically carved on the side of his hair. 

you distracted yourself by finishing up the chapter of the book you were reading. to much dismay, the strong aura kept increasing as you heard footsteps gradually increase towards you. you peer up from your book one more time just to meet the beady vermillion eyes of your worst enemy, shoei barou. 

of course, you had nothing against the man—not anything that would call him an actual enemy towards you. many people had many grudges against him—especially on the soccer field—for various reasons, but nonetheless, you had nothing against the man. 

you tried to distract yourself from his gaze by looking at your book again, but it was just too hard to break away from the pull he has on you—just by looking at you too. 

“y/n? that’s it right?” he questioned in a low baritone voice, almost shaking the floor. you slowly started to slide the customized bookmark between your book as you closed it, finally submitting to his gaze. his eyes didn’t look like they held hostility towards you, that was great to say the least. 

you nodded as you slid your book to the side where all your other belongings were, slightly adjusting your glasses that were sitting on the bridge of your nose undisturbed. the tall, muscular man hummed as he grabbed something out of the bag he was holding. you didn’t realize he was holding something until you heard something rustling underneath you. as he successfully retrieved the item he was digging for, he handed it to you. it looked hot, steaming almost, ready for it to be devoured. 

“for you . . . from me.” he said, clearing his throat as he bunched up the bag in his dominant hand. you nodded as you slowly started to open up the packaging. you could smell all of your favorite ingredients infecting your senses all together, hitting you hard like a truck. it was to the point where you weren’t even focusing on the scenery, you were just admiring the glistening condensation and the slight steam that escaped the container when the lid was taken off. 

you were taken aback by something. this was better than takeout meals, nevertheless restaurant meals. you took a quick glance at barou as he returned the favor. it was almost like he wanted you to dig into the meal already and give an opinion about it. 

“b-barou, you did say this was for me . . . from you?” you were afraid that you would have yourself corrected by him. you’ve heard about how long barou’s lectures were when someone left a jersey in the locker room or when someone left a mess in the cafeteria. you didn’t want to end up like those victims of no other than shoei barou’s lectures. all of those thoughts faded when the man who stood in front of you answered with a simple “yes.”

a slight blush started to cover his cheeks as he covered them up with his dominant hand—parts of the bag he was holding brushed against the corner of his lip. “a little birdie told me that you enjoyed that type of food. so, i decided to make a little treat for you.” you too started to feel heated up, especially in the face. you averted your eye contact from barou as you looked at the meal that was sitting in front of you. 

“i wasted the precious minutes of my time just to make you a meal that you could enjoy,” he began. “i know how hard it is having to live off of takeout and not having the skill to cook a meal at your precious home.” your nose started to flare because of the embarrassment of two things: first barou calling out your inability to cook a proper meal, second barou’s voice being so damn loud that you felt the whole library looking at you. 

“b-barou, please tone it down. some people are trying to study, you know?” you said, trying to come up with an excuse to keep barou’s voice down so you both wouldn’t get kicked out of the library for noise violation. you heard him mumble a small “sorry” under his breath, as he puffed hot air out his nose. “can you just please take a bite so i know how it tastes.” 

you have never heard barou say kind words like “please” and “sorry” before—even though sorry wasn’t a kind word, you had to take it into consideration for barou for being so pacifist—in a short duration before. 

you unwrapped the spoon and fork that was wrapped together in a small cloth and began to dig in. the food didn’t even settle on the taste buds of your tongue before you were overwhelmed by the sensation of this sweetness mixed with a tad bit of sourness. you decided to add some rice to the mix and it tasted even better. 

you could feel barou looking at you with no hostility or pacifism in mind. he was just looking at you, admiring his own homemade cooking. barou was lost in thought. the little expression that you made when you truly enjoyed something was imprinted in his mind forever. 

barou never told you this before, but he finds you the least annoying person on the planet. even though you two don’t hang out a lot, he just has this admiration for you. with you focusing on your schoolwork and working at a successful job, he wishes that he could be a part of that life also. 

“barou,” you said, snapping him out of his trance. “this tastes really good. thank you so much!” you unconsciously hugged him. you didn’t even know what happened, it was on instinct somehow. barou was stiff, he literally couldn’t move a muscle as he embraced your warmth for a brief moment before he felt it drift away. 

you felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you covered your face in embarrassment. “m’sorry, barou. i-i don’t know what came over me . . .” barou wasn’t listening to the words that you uttered, or the apology that you quickly said, fumbling over your words. barou didn’t even realize that he was centimeters away from physical contact with you. barou didn’t even realize the intense heat that flooded up to his cheeks and down to his awakening member. barou didn’t even realize the intense desire to mold his lips into yours. the only thing barou realized is that the deed was already done. 

barou slipped his tongue inside of your mouth to explore the wet cavern as he grabbed the fat of your ass, massaging it in his hand. he relished the feeling of your clothed flesh on his exposed one, slowly inching towards you as his chest pressed your own. before you knew it, your back was pressed against a wooden table as barou continued his assault on your lips.

he soon departed as a trail of saliva was left in his path from your sloppy brief makeout session. “w-wait, barou . . .” you mumbled, attempting to push him off. you weren’t the type of girl to get yourself caught doing inappropriate things, especially in a public space. “barou!” you said, pulling his ear. “god dammit woman!” barou said as he let the force of your pull bring him towards you. “we’re in a library for heavens sake! have some couth!” 

barou grumbled under his breath as he helped you back onto your feet, as if you weren’t dripping down your thighs right now. he quickly planted a kiss on your cheek as he rubbed your back in circling motions. 

“w-what was all that for?” you whispered, looking at barou’s red eyes, seemingly dilated because of the lust he just experienced mere moments ago. as you both walked towards the library exit—barou holding your belongings in his left hand and holding your hand in his right—the library owner told you both farewell as the bell started to chime, signaling either entry or exit. 

you were still awaiting on barou’s answer to the question you asked earlier, but he had seem to forget all about it. all of a sudden, your phone buzzed as you looked at the notification you got. it was a message from the renovators that had renovated your apartment’s bathroom. 

“w-well, it seems like my bathroom got renovated,” you said, letting go of barou’s hand. “i guess it’s time for me to go home.” 

barou quickly grabbed your hand. you were shocked by the sudden ministrations, the sudden action he had performed right now. he quickly let it go. “i’m sorry.” barou rubbed the back of his neck as he said, “can i at least walk you home? it’s about to get dark.” you nodded as you grabbed his hand again, walking towards your street where your apartment resided. 

“you know it was because i love you.” he said, unexpectedly. you had no idea what barou was talking about, all you heard was the word “love” and your mind went haywire. 

“w-why, huh?” you were confused, lost in thought. even though barou despised many people, you seemed to be on his clear list—probably the only one on his clear list besides his family members. 

“i love you.” he said, kissing your lips again, embracing the warmth that your lips give him. he said it a million times over, making sure that you heard those three words that he said. you were listening, oh you bet your heart out you were listening. you too felt the same emotions for him, you just didn’t know a way of approaching him to tell him about that.

before you knew it, you were in front of your apartment door, bidding farewell to barou for the night. he gave you one last kiss before you disappeared into the shadows of your apartment. before you could close and lock your door, he stuck his foot between the door, leaving some space between the inside and outside of the home. 

“hey . . . before you go . . . would you like to go somewhere tomorrow?” you were stunned at his words, but your heart started to flutter because of those words. “o-of course, j-just text me the location and time, okay?” barou already knew he had your contact information because of isagi, so he personally didn’t have to ask you for your number. your apartment door closed before barou was shut out of your private life: the life behind your apartment door. 

barou knew the three words he said today were genuine. he knows everything he said in your lifetime was genuine. barou felt a weight lift off of his chest when he confessed his love for you. but another weight filled his chest, especially his heart. 

the weight he carried wasn’t a burden or anything, the weight he carried was his extreme love for you. barou loved you. he doesn’t know how to express his love more than those simple three words.

“i love you.”

originally wrote and published by @kentofication