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My Saviour [Itoshi Rin]

→ Itoshi Rin x fem!reader

Summary: Rin doesn't think he can spend a minute longer in Sae's penthouse with him or his lukewarm fiancé. He needs to escape, and that's where you, his saviour, come in!

Word Count: 2,497

Genre: A bit of angst and fluff!

a/n: I've practically read all the Rin fanfictions I can find, so I had to make do with what I could to cure my boredom :( I genuinely don't even know what this is... so umm enjoy! Also, thank you for the love for my previous work ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Rin would instead do so many other things right now than to be here for dinner in Sae's penthouse with their parents. He'd rather have Bachira bleed his ears out than be in the same room as Sae with his stupid current fiancé.

He doesn't even know why he was invited tonight. The pair haven't spoken a word in so long, especially after Rin argued with Sae's so-called lover after she rudely told him off for being disrespectful to Sae one evening. And in Rin's defence, he wasn't being disrespectful. But he assumes it's because of their parents, who probably nagged Sae to at least invite his younger brother for this special occasion.

And Rin couldn't care less in reality. He didn't want to be here with them. They didn't even want him here, so why is he here?! He hates Sae's stupid fiancé and wishes nothing but the worst for their engagement and future marriage.

Was it petty? Sure, but Rin had a right to be that way. He had every right to hate the woman who would be taking on the Itoshi last name. She had the nerve to interfere with a brother's quarrel that she knew nothing about. Rin wondered if she'd even speak a word if she knew Sae was the reason for the hatred the two share now. And anyway, who was she to tell Rin off? It isn't his fault that his brother somehow manages to hit a nerve each time, and for all Rin knows, Sae deserved the words coming out of his mouth.

He hates everything about this.

But most of all, he hates how his brother found love. He hates how Sae can be so tender, as if he didn't tear his heart into pieces. He hates it all so much. Because Rin knows any chances the two could have reconciled is over. Sae has someone else he can prioritise now and look after. The days of Rin being the younger one eagerly following Sae along is long gone.

So Rin can't help but be grumpy as he stabs his steak. He wonders if the stupid woman may have poisoned his meal when Sae wasn't looking. And honestly, he hopes that's the case.

His mother can't help but look at her youngest son in pity. She wonders if asking Sae to invite him was the right call. Because as she stares at Rin, she can't help but to think he would be in a better mood if he was elsewhere.

Rin was the first to finish his meal, prompting him to get up and take his plate to the sink. And he doesn't know if he's doing this because of his good manners, despite wanting to commit murder, or because he needs to get away from the table, even for a minute.

He doesn't leave room for anyone to question his behaviour as he instantly walks out of the dining room to the kitchen without a word.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, Rin can't help but grunt whilst unintentionally slamming his plate on the sink, causing him to flinch ever so slightly.

"Shit." He hoped no one heard that because he'd rather not get scolded for trying to break Sae's tableware, which he wasn't even attempting to do.

And to his dismay, he can hear his mother yelling from the dining room. "Rin dear, your phone is ringing! From someone named Y/N?"

Rin blinks and instantly turns his head to his mother's voice. Now he wasn't expecting that; if anything, he was expecting a scolding. He wasn't expecting a call from you, but maybe that's precisely what he needs.

You prefer texting Rin and only seem to call if you want to urgently reach him to go somewhere together. And he hopes that's the case because it could be a good enough excuse to leave.

Rin rushes back to the room before the call can end and answers it, hoping you want his presence by your side. He can't stay here for another minute, he might actually explode.

"RIN, MY LOVE!!! The dessert place we saw last week finally opened up! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" You squeak in excitement, catching the young athlete off guard. Actually, you caught the entire Itoshi family off guard with your chirping voice that could be heard through the phone.

Now, the word of endearment is something familiar to Rin. You occasionally call him "my love" and "dear" at times, a force of habit you say as you call your high school friends that. But his family surely doesn't know that- they don't even know you!

"..."

"Rin? Hey, can you hear meeeee?"

"Did I hear that correctly? My love?" Rin's mother questions, her voice mixed with confusion and shock. She couldn't believe her ears; surely she had heard wrong!

Rin doesn't answer you or his mother. He completely shut down, frozen in place. This is the last thing he expected to happen. How is he even going to explain this?

His father can only stare at Rin, waiting for him to explain whether his wife's statement was correct.

Sae blinks, and despite there not being a single emotion written on his face, he is surprised, to say the least. Because Rin isn't one to confine himself to a relationship. After all, in high school, he was the one who rejected all his Valentine's gifts and returned them all back.

And Sae's girlfriend? Stunned. The widening of her eyes and mouth agape whilst gawking at Rin doesn't go unnoticed by him. And he hates that because what's so shocking? If she can deal with Sae's lukewarm stuck-up ass, surely someone can love him too.

You finally caught on, hearing Mrs Itoshi's voice causing panic to rise within you, "...Oh- Rin, I'm so sorry!!! I forgot you were-"

And Rin can't say you're friends now. No, that would mean more questions. And he doesn't have time for that.

But Rin would be lying if he said he didn't secretly enjoy that no one can utter a word after their endless chattering. And honestly, one-upping Sae seems rather tempting after the torture he has just been put through.

"I'll be there." He cuts you off whilst grabbing his jacket from the chair. He doesn't even spare a glance at his family before saying, "I'm heading out."

"ITOSHI RIN!!! Don't you dare leave without saying anything about this matter." His mother glares at him sternly, determined to get a word out of him.

Oh, that scared you. And you can't help but feel bad. You should have known better. Before you can apologise once again, Rin beats you to speaking.

"My girlfriend is clingy. Happy?" He rolls his eyes and ends the call before you can scream into his ear again.

"Ah... it seems he has been keeping someone from us." His father chuckles whilst eyeing his youngest son with amusement.

His mother blinks, taking a minute to process what her youngest son said. And as the words finally clicked, she couldn't help but excitedly squeal. "Rin, that's great news!!! You must-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll introduce you to her soon." He cuts her off with a wave of his hand. "But I got to go, she's on her own."

"Yes, yes, hurry, hurry. You shouldn't leave a lady waiting, especially not at night." His father nods in agreement.

And with that, Rin heads off, feeling rather relieved he's out of that lukewarm penthouse.

"RIN!!!" You dash towards him, clutching onto his jacket before shaking him non-stop. "YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CLINGLY? YOU'RE THE CLINGY ONE!"

You glare at him, but the flushness of your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by the striker.

"Am not." He simply replies, firmly grabbing your wrists to prevent you from further shaking him.

"ARE TOO!" You huff, yanking your hands away from him. "And I'm not your girlfriend. Why would you tell your family that?!"

"Yeah, but what was I supposed to say after you called me my love?"

"I always say that! What's so weird about someone calling their friend that anyway?" You cross your arms defensively.

Truth be told, you're not actually mad. Having Rin declare you as his girlfriend to his parents sends butterflies down your stomach and makes you smile like a dork. But you're confused and need clarification about why he would do something unordinary. It's unlike him. And you don't appreciate being used as a scapegoat about something like this- not when you're in love with him.

Rin sighs and ruffles his hair before answering your question in annoyance, "Seriously, Y/N? Why would I let anyone call me that, specifically someone from the opposite gender?"

You blink. "Huh?"

"I wouldn't let anyone call me a lukewarm word like that."

"Oh... so it's lukewarm now?" You question in a small voice, and Rin instantly notices how your eyes seem to turn glossy.

"No, no- that's not what I mean!" He huffs, annoyed with how he sucks at explaining himself. "I mean, I wouldn't let anyone say that to me, get it? They wouldn't believe you're a friend after saying that to me and not getting some insult back."

And that's when it clicks, and your face instantly turns bright red because he's right! Why does he even let you call him that?! The Itoshi Rin that everyone knows would scowl at you and probably cuss you out for even saying the word love to him, let alone as a nickname.

"O-oh... you're right... b-but..."

"But?" Rin raises his eyebrow, waiting impatiently for you to finish your sentence.

"Why do you let me call you that?" You say as you look up at Rin with confusion mixed with curiosity.

And Rin swears he can feel his heart hammer against his chest because the way you look at him isn't as innocent as you think. He thinks this situation may not be better than what he endured half an hour ago.

Not because he doesn't want to be here with you, but he'd rather not admit the certain way his heart beats anytime you're around him. He's devoted to his career and doesn't need anything else. Or so he thought, till now.

Maybe it's because he just returned from Sae's, who happens to be recently engaged, but Rin can't seem to deny the way his heart is pounding in his chest any longer. It's the same type of adrenaline he gets near the end of the game when he's minutes away from scoring the winning goal.

"Rin?" You call out, hoping to capture his attention again.

"I don't know." He breathes out, trying to steady his breathing.

"You don't know...?" The fall of your expression causes Rin's chest to tighten, and he hates how shitty he feels for being the cause of that expression.

"Shit, no, I do know."

You awkwardly laugh, giving him a sleepish smile. "Don't worry. You don't need to say it if it makes you uncomfortable. I'll just die from curiosity." You tease, hoping to ease his unsettledness.

"No. I do." He stares at you, teal eyes burning into yours. You gulp, suddenly feeling so small under his gaze.

"I..." The words get caught in Rin's throat, frustrating him. A scowl forms on his features. He can't believe he's acting like this right now. The Itoshi Rin can't even tell the girl he's helplessly in love with that he loves her.

But you don't show a hint of annoyance. You continue to stare at him with your bright eyes, urging him silently to continue. And Rin loses his composure that minute.

"Screw it." He abruptly yanks you by the hand towards his chest, catching you off guard. And you don't even have time to process it before he smashes his lips onto yours.

Itoshi Rin was never a man of words, so why start now?

It takes a minute for you to realise what just happened. The sudden collision to his chest, only to be met with his lips straight after. It felt like whiplash. But you can't help but to melt into his lips, kissing him back just as passionately.

For a moment, Rin forgets he's in public, completely lost in your love and the taste of your lips. That is till he hears a little girl giggling, watching the scene with her sparkly eyes.

"Look, look, they're in love, mummy!" She screeches excitedly, jumping up and down. "It's like the fairy tales!"

Rin immediately pulls away from you, catching his breath before turning to the little girl, embarrassed. His ears are tainted red and his usual deadpan expression is nowhere to be seen.

And you? Oh, you're just as embarrassed. Your cheeks are flushed, and you can't help but subtly hide behind Rin's tall figure.

"Sorry... you shouldn't have seen that." Rin clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck in an attempt to calm himself down from the adrenaline.

The little girl's mother simply shakes her head, smiling at Rin. "Please, don't mind her. She's been recently obsessed with cute couples after all the fairy tales she's been reading."

And Rin doesn't know what to say. In return, he can only offer a polite smile, hoping it is enough to be considered an apology for making out in front of a child.

The little girl smiles, and if you weren't so embarrassed, you would have wanted to squish her chubby cheeks.

Her mother simply chuckles at Rin's awkwardness and bids you both farewell before dragging her daughter along, who waves excitedly at the two of you.

You glance up at Rin shortly, letting out a small giggle. You can't help it. The situation was humiliating enough, and you can't bear to say a word to Rin, but his expression is too cute to ignore.

"What?" He glances down at you, attempting to hide his flustered expression. To his dismay, it's obvious to you.

You laugh, going on your tippytoes to kiss him on the cheek. "You're cute, too cute!"

"Am not." He huffs, a scowl forming on his features. But the way his lips curve slightly into a smile doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Are too~"

He grunts, flicking your forehead.

"H-hey!" That hurt!" You whine, hands instantly reaching to hold your forehead.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's just go."

"Go where...?" You blink, starting at him confused.

And Rin can't help but chuckle at your cluelessness. He wonders if you know how cute you can be at times. But he won't tell you that, not now, at least. "To the desert place, remember?"

"OH! Right! Let's go!" You grin, grabbing his hand excitedly.

Rin hums, intertwining his fingers with yours before tugging you along.

And Rin is glad the day ended with him by your side rather than spending another minute in Sae's penthouse.

Yeah, he doesn't need his brother's affection when he has someone who can give him the love he craves.

my smart-and-doesn't-need-to-review classmates b speedrunning sumeru explorations rn while i am speedrunning the writing of my subject notes <\3 how to stop being grouped w smart kids and being in section a !?!

anyway. kinning this song rn

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Wishing you Happiness pt.2

Summary: childhood friend reader of Izumi was tired of Izumi since he only had his eyes on Yuu-kun. So they wanted to give up on him Words: 1,022 Read Part 1

Sena Izumi, your childhood friend, now graduated from Yumenosaki Academy, is a member of Knights belonging to ES.

You started supporting his career as early as his modeling days. During those years, it was undeniable that you held him as your dearest.

But you are already an adult so you have outgrown your previous experiences. You even find it amusing that you were glued to him most of the time when he never batted an eye.

That was the past, and now you set your eyes on the present or the future. So when your peers ask about your relationship with him, you often replied that Izumi is a childhood friend you’re proud of.

Even your family, your mother, for example, often pairs you with Izumi.

“You haven’t met with him in a while, right? Since he’s back, give this and go on a date with him.” Your mother orders you while she hands you a container filled with shrimp salad. One of Izumi’s favorites.

You raised an eye over your mother’s product. “Don’t worry, dear. This is the shrimp salad you made before.” Once, you had made a similar dish. But of course, it didn’t contain mayonnaise, since he was fussy over his weight. Hence, didn’t like food that contains an exorbitant amount of calories.

“Dear,” Your mother puts her hand on your shoulder, trying to assure you of something. All those years, you’ve been crushing on him, your mother knows it. And she’s also aware of how you changed your attitude towards him.

But there won’t be a chance, mom. You wished to tell her but just smiled wearily. Izumi’s already too far to reach and you knew it won’t work because he never cared for you.

In front of his door, you tried mustering courage since it’s been a while after all. But before you could gather enough courage, the door sprang open and accidentally knocked you back.

“Jeeez, do you plan on standing there all day? All you have to do is knock or ring the bell.” Unaware that he accidentally knocked you back, he was searching from where you previously stood.

“Good morning, Izumi. Don’t worry, the package’s safe and secured.” Izumi was left dumbfounded as it hit you in a silly way. Still, he pulls you up and brings you inside to check for your safety.

“Izumi, I’m fin-” Cutting your words, he spoke immediately. “You’re not. Seriously, how can a grown adult be this careless?” As he puts ice on your forehead, obviously he was not irritated.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right? My mom made you some salad.” You hoped his attention will shift.

“I can’t just eat knowing that your clumsy hands aren’t made for taking care of yourself. Be a good girl and listen to me once in a while.” Izumi rebuts which left you to comply.

You exchanged simple conversations with Izumi since you find the silence deafening. Casually asking him on how is his model and idol career. But Izumi left you unanswered, so you told your College life instead.

It was only when the ice melted that he answered your inquiry. “Why ask when you already know it? You know so much about the idol and model, Sena Izumi.” Izumi was leading you. Yet you were unsure of what he meant.

“Sena Izumi is my favorite idol and model. He may be fussy and high-strung, but that’s what’s everyone like about him.” You expressed in assurance.

“That’s all? What do you like about him, then? Your own opinion.” This time, Izumi was solemn, and you didn’t like him leading you into something.

You paused for a bit. Remembering what made you like Sena Izumi? But as you try to reminisce, all you could remember were painful memories of you trying to win him over. You trying to set his eyes on you despite him being an idol. You want him selfishly for your own.

Just as the memories were too painful, your tears were falling unwillingly. The room is filled with your sobbing as you try to catch your breath. You couldn’t speak even when you formulate what you wish to say.

Tears falling down your cheeks were wiped by the person in front of you. Wiping it carefully as if you’re fragile, he asked, “What about the Sena Izumi, your childhood friend?” Again, you didn’t like that he was leading you.

“Why are you even asking me these questions, Izumi? I’ve had enough of these feelings. I don’t wanna feel them anymore.” You remove his hand away from your face, but he holds them instead.

“I’ve known you since forever and I can’t imagine my life without you. I have hurt you before, and I’m really sorry for that.” But it’s too late Izumi. Too late to start again as you’ve promised that yourself that these feelings should disappear.

“And as for Yuu-kun…” The pang in your chest was hurting. Maybe because you couldn’t deny that it’s still here. You still loved your childhood friend, despite denying it constantly.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Yuu-kun?” Izumi’s tone changed as if he was trying to tease you. Meeting a force that pushed you to lie on the couch. Your back resting on the soft part, and Izumi topping over you. Hands holding both of your wrists.

“I can’t say I hate it when you get jealous. But I never liked it when you keep your distance from me. So I’ll just say it once..” Releasing your hands from captivity, he leans on your shoulder, his breath tickling you.

“Thank you for being with me.” Arms embracing him, your tears were forming again. Not out of sadness, but from joy as you’ve received what you’ve finally wished.

“Tsk. What the heck are you crying for?” Shifting on your side, he lays your head on his arm.

He then pats your back with his vacant arm, “Just focus on my heartbeat and go to sleep, Princess.” He offered as he kisses your forehead and puts you to sleep.

This time for sure, you and your dearest knight will finally be together.

maow's notes: got inspired cos Izumi just came home ❤❤

ding!

. . . miya atsumu. late night blues.

contrary to popular belief, atsumu’s social battery is not at all long-lasting.

sure, he was well-known all throughout his school, could hold a conversation to a degree, and is often seen with a lazy smile on his face as he greets his schoolmates and fans alike, but that did not mean that he didn’t get exhausted by maintaining his social quota to a higher level.

and when his social battery is leeched dry, you can immediately tell.

“what’s up, buttercup?” you quietly ask, linking your arm with atsumu’s as you two continue on with your late-night walk together.

it’s the little signs that you notice even amidst the dark surroundings. his nose scrunches ever so slightly, his mouth thins to a small pout, and he unmistakenly goes quiet all of a sudden—no matter what he was talking about prior.

“tired‘s’all,” he answers, a soft sigh emitting from him.

you hum, knowing better than to push it. “wanna head back? i can walk you home.”

“no, no.” atsumu shook his head in reply to your suggestion. “i still wanna stay with ya,” he tells you, finding solace in how the evening wind feels against his face, nearing hyogo’s idle public parks. “humor me for a moment, yeah?”

“shoot,” you snort.

he’s careful with his words.

“d’ya love me?”

“of course,” you answer without even the slightest hint of hesitation. “i love you so, so much, ‘tsum.”

he feels your grip on his hand become firm, yet it still carried that gentleness he knew and love. atsumu visibly relaxes, and a short breath of relief exhales through his mouth.

“what brought this up, hm?”

“dunno,” he answers truthfully. “just wanted ta ask.”

“‘tsumu.”

“y/n.”

“‘tsum.”

“y/n.”

“is that all there is to it?” you ask him once more. “because if something’s bothering you, you know that you can talk to me about it, right?”

“mhm,” he nods. “was a tad bit—well, felt—insecure for a second there.”

another thing was that when atsumu’s social battery ran low, it brought out impulsive thoughts that he thought had never bothered him before. those thoughts that he tried to shrug off with one of his signature quipbacks and whatnot begin to resurface once he feels vulnerable and exhausted.

“well, i love you very, very much, ‘tsum.”

“even if i do corny shit just to gain yer attention?”

“yes.”

“even if i spam your messages once class and practice is over?”

“yes.”

“even if i sometimes sulk about being the lesser twin?”

“miya atsumu,” you say, cupping his cheek. “there is no such thing as being the lesser twin when you and your brother are mentioned in the same light, ok?”

he doesn’t look entirely convinced.

“you are you, and your brother is your brother. you may be identical, but your personality is different, your handwriting is different, and how you perceive things in life is different,” you explain, steady with what you say to get your point across.

“but that doesn’t make you the ‘lesser’ twin just because he’s a bit more levelheaded, y’know?”

atsumu made a small whining sound.

“you’re miya atsumu, and you’re the only you in this world; d’ya get me?” you chuckle, peppering kisses all over his face. “you’re unique because you’re you.”

and your boyfriend practically melts and basks in your attention. reassured, and loved.

just as it should be.

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