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"kaiser?" you call from the bathroom, searching the cabinet with an urgency that easily tells him you started getting ready a little too late this morning. "are we out of pimple patches?"

he leans against the doorway, watching you with an easy smile on his face. "yep, i used 'em all."

"what? there were still 5 left when i last checked though?"

"yeah, i'm breaking out," he shrugs. "it's a tragedy."

you whip your head in his direction, a deep frown setting in your brows. "no, you're not, you liar."

"just take a look if you don't believe me."

"where?!" you demand, taking a step closer to approach him. you lean into his face, leaning so close that he can feel your warm breath against his cheek, only to find nothing but perfectly smooth, acne-free skin. you realize too late that it's just another one of his ploys and kaiser quickly turns his head to plant a loud, wet kiss on your cheek.

"haha! gotcha!"

you wipe your face with the back of your hand, clearly unimpressed. "you could've just said you wanted a kiss.”

"and where's the fun in that, darling?"

but kaiser's shenanigans don't stop there. as soon as you have your back to him again, he inches forward to wrap his arms around you, binding you so tightly that you can't even squirm in his hold.

"kaiser, let go," you giggle, your body swaying left to right thanks to his playful maneuvers.

"stop getting ready," he mumbles, now burying his face in the space where your shoulder meets your neck. "don't go. don't leave me."

"i have to," you whine, finally breaking free of his hold and attempting to resume your skincare routine sans pimple patches. kaiser, who doesn’t know what it means to give up, still latches onto you like a leech, this time snaking his arm around your waist so as not to disturb you getting ready.

"where are you even going so early?" he pouts.

you catch his eyes in the mirror. "i literally told you last night."

"i forgot."

"you weren't listening."

"maybe that too."

"typical."

"nah, i'm just joking. you're seeing your mom."

"why do i even put up with you..." you ask yourself, holding back a sigh.

"because you love me. anyway, can i come? i wanna see your mom. she loves me too."

"no, that's exactly why you can't. i'm not gonna spend my saturday morning having breakfast with my mom only to listen to her she gush about you."

"aw, you're scared she loves me more than you?"

"no way, she's my mom," you say immediately, but then you pause, and ponder the possibility for a moment that she does, actually, like kaiser more than you.

kaiser raises his brow with that knowing look on his face. "you sure about that?"

"stop making me doubt my own mother."

"it's okay, if she doesn't love you as much, i can make up for it."

"no, you can't."

"of course i can. the whole world isn’t enough to hold my love for you, darling,” he says, his tone slightly more serious this time. then, he rests his chin on your shoulder, tightening his grip around your waist ever so slightly. “when are you gonna be back?”

“i’ll be back for lunch.” you can’t help but soften when he does, and kaiser breathes in deep, catching the scent of lavender soap on your skin before placing an innocent kiss against your collarbone. “i won’t be too long, mihya, i promise.”

“…fine. i’ll be waiting for you.”

“i know.”

“don’t take too long,” he adds, as if you haven’t already assured him you wouldn’t.

“i won’t,” is all you say, turning your head to kiss his head.

caved in and redrew her fs2 too (open the pic for better quality)

i ate too much candies now my bracket is on the verge of falling off

Hamtaro song Intro with English subs

i tried my best!! shinobu almost killed me.......

-;, your place ; reo mikage > in which, you’re kind of sick of everyone but him.

you don’t think you’re built for parties.

the music is far too loud. the people are unfriendly and cliquey. the air is thick and humid with conversation and meaningless chatter. and there’s one thing that really, really makes you hate parties: your stupid, extrovert boyfriend.

mikage reo, who is probably too social for his own good, sits in the living room of his house. there’s a flock of people surrounding him, all seemingly invested in whatever story he’s telling.

you’ve gone to the kitchen to grab something to drink for the both of you, squeezing through the crowd to the smaller space. you could still see reo from where you stood, though, and you took a moment to admire him: the way the dim lighting still made him glow like a star, and the way a grin splits his pretty, pretty face whenever someone says something funny.

you lean against the kitchen counter, suddenly feeling very small. the lights that make your boyfriend glow make you feel exposed, and the jokes and conversations of the partygoers around you feel like stones being hurled.

you think you’re frowning now but you’re too overwhelmed to tell, and the music must be getting louder because your head pounds. and then you catch sight of reo again as he turns his head to someone seated next to him- where you were sitting- a pretty girl with perfectly curled hair and a honeyed pout that makes you sick.

the waves of people surge and buzz around you as you see him returning her smile. you’re too engrossed in your own thoughts to notice how it’s a tight, polite expression, out of obligation rather than anything else. but it’s enough for you.

the room is so stuffy that you think you might pass out, the air is sucked out of you, and you’ve got to go or you’re sure that you’ll throw up. leaving the two cups on the counter, you brush past the crowds and cliques and make your way to the master bedroom. you’re familiar with the place- it’s reo’s apartment. it might as well be your own.

a couple is pressed against the wall of his bedroom, where they definitely are not supposed to be. they make a face at you as you raise your tired eyebrows at them, and they scurry away as if you’re the one in the wrong. they close the door behind them and it’s finally quiet again. a breath of air floods your lungs and you can finally feel it all- how your heartbeat was racing, how your palms were sweating, how your head was spinning- you felt nauseous.

yeah, parties definitely weren’t your scene.

as you catch your breath, taking a seat on reo’s overpriced bed, a nasty thought enters your head: that girl was probably better for him than you were.

the music pulsed through the walls and you blink, contemplating this idea. she was radiant, like him, she was smiley and sunny and she could actually hold her own at parties. your headache gets worse and you wish you’d brought your drink with you.

you could almost laugh at how pathetic you feel, in that very moment: you’re sitting alone at your boyfriend’s party, while he’s surrounded by people who aren’t you. it takes everything in you to not scream into his pillow.

you’re still spiraling just a little when the bedroom door creaks open. a familiar face appears, and the door clicks shut behind him. before you can say a word, reo is already sitting close to you, his hand warm against your back.

he’s so close that you can feel the dip in the mattress beneath his weight, and you allow yourself to fall into him. effortlessly, gently, he pulls you close to his chest. you feel the way he breathes and you feel the vibrations of his voice.

“hey, what’s wrong? you can talk to me, you’re okay,” you think you can discern. he says more but it’s lost on you, and you just stare dumbly. his arms wrap around your waist and they’re so warm. your head finds its way to the crook of his neck and his fingers card through your hair.

“did something happen? what happened?” reo tries again, and suddenly you’re even sicker because you can feel the concerned gaze that he burns into you, and you can practically see his furrowed brows and the worry painted on his features. and now you’re even more convinced that you don’t deserve him.

because nothing had happened. you were just being lame and pathetic, and you were ruining his night because of it, too. you exhale and untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s hold, scooting away on his bed. you try not to pay attention to the hurt look on his face.

"it's all fine," you mumble, "i'm sorry."

reo stands up so he's next to you, and he takes your hands in his. "why are you sorry? you didn't do anything, okay? you're okay. just tell me what's bothering you, yeah?"

it's times like this you hate how utterly persuasive reo can be, because before you know it you're sitting down again, back flush against his as he rubs soothing circles onto your arm. he holds you tight, and his pulse reverberates against your ribs.

you'd like to try to protest again, but you're pretty sure he'd just find another way to get you down again. and you would try to bite your tongue, but something about how gently he has you makes you fold.

"i'm sorry," you're apologizing again, and reo moves to say something but you keep going, "i didn't mean to be all.. gross and emo. i just felt so, like, cramped, and i really, really didn't feel great- and it's not your fault, but that girl you were sitting with, and i dunno, i felt like.. yeah."

you fiddle with your hands and refuse to meet reo's gaze, feeling even smaller and even lamer, if that was possible. but then his hands are on your chin and he tips your face toward his.

reo's eyes are one of your favorite things about him, and you can see them so clearly now. the world falls silent, save for the dull thumping and quieted chatter of people on the other side of the bedroom door and your hushed breathing. you think you'll forever be enamoured and astounded by just how much he can convey through his eyes. right now, you can see it plainly- the unadulterated love that shines like diamond behind his gaze.

"i thought i already told you, baby, you've got nothing to be sorry for." and just like that, you're breathless again, but for a different reason.

"i'm sorry i didn't notice you weren't feeling the best," he continues, fingers running across and your jaws and traveling to your cheeks as if trying to erase the exhaustion from your skin. "you're so much more important to me than some party, yeah? i wish you'd just come to me."

he hums contemplatively as he continues to trail his hands across your face. the way he touches your skin- like it's made of glass, so fragile that it might break- makes you feel like the most special person alive. and, you think, to reo that might be true.

"we should leave," he suddenly suggests, "your place?"

you blink. "this is your party."

"so?"

"you can't just, like.. leave."

and then he smiles at you in that stupid, stupid way he does, and it's like the ceiling has folded open to reveal the stars shining down on you. "watch me."

and he's pulling you up off the bed, and rushing you through the swaths of people. you hear a few calling out reo's name but if he also notices, he pays them no mind. before you know it, the both of you are in his car, laughing and out of breath.

"oh my god," you manage to get out, "you actually hit the guy."

"it was an accident!"

"he's gonna wake up all bruised and sad, and it'll be all your fault."

reo shrugs and cracks a sly smile. "his fault for being in my way."

you thump him on the shoulder and he laughs as you bite back your smile. "seriously. and are you sure it'll be fine if you leave? what if they blow up your apartment or something?"

"don't worry, babe. isagi and nagi and everyone's still there, they'll deal with it. and barou."

"barou's there? that's all you needed to say."

"yeah, nothing's getting fucked up on his watch."

"except for you when he finds out you left him to deal with your shit."

reo gives you a look. "i could take barou."

"i'm sure you could, babe."

"like you have room to talk, ms. 'gross and emo.'"

"...that was a low blow."

"i'm sure it was, babe," reo mimics your previous wording, eliciting a string of giggles from you. your boyfriend's gaze never leaves you as you laugh.

the exhaustion and anxiety clinging to your skin had dried up like a summer stream. a familiar lightness follows you now, one reo would do anything to see, always and forever.

because you might not be built for parties, but you were definitely, absolutely made for him. that much, he was sure of.

(later, you ask about the girl again. reo blinks- he has no idea who you're talking about. maybe you were pathetic and emo.)

imagine staying alive so u could see bsd and jjk to the end, just so gege and asagiri can go and pull the shit they did in the last chapters😭😭 #makethempayfortherapy

likes/reposts are highly appreciated

—𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 ?

ft. itoshi sae

summary : seeing you so sleepy sae let you rest for a while in his lap, until him speaking with someone on his phone woke you up...

warnings : none! f!reader, and a bit suggestive towards the end

"yeah, I'm doing good, really."

you slowly fluttered your eyelids open as you heard sae speak on the phone. you wanted to reach to rub your eyes so you would push the sleepy feeling away but you tried squeezing your brain harder to figure out what was happening.

a low chuckle escaped your boyfriend’s lips as you quickly closed your eyes again scared you'd be caught.

you two were seated on the couch, sae's lap being your new pillow, facing away from his delicious abdomen.

you remember mumbling something about being tired and the next moment you were pulled in his embrace, his fingers gently caressing your hair lulling you to sleep in mere moments.

as you peaked an eye open, realizing you're safe, you saw that he was answering some emails—known person business as you liked to call it, but the call went on as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to figure out who was sae talking to.

was he cheating on you? that thought alone made your heart drop, than race like you ran a few marathons. but that would be wrong. who would be stupid enough to call their side chick while having their girlfriend in their lap? and also, who would put up with your grumpy boyfriend? only you can do that. but clearly sae wasn’t an idiot, he knows better than doing such a thing in front of you.

his hand found its way on your head again and you froze. he was no mind reader right?

"she's okay mom. she's sleeping right now."

oh. he was talking with his mom all along, there was nothing to worry about. why would you? he's a loyal man, he gives you comfort, love and well...presents. he's the best and you mentally scolded yourself for having such a thoughts.

even if you now could've just pretended nothing happened and go back to dreamland, this interaction was a rare thing you got to witness. sure you do visit his family and stay over for dinner, but most of the time is you talking with his parents while he patiently listens, he rarely decides to add something to your conversation.

"I know, I know you wanted to say hi." sae sighed as he stopped playing with your hair. he leaned over to continue typing the said emails, and suddenly the room got a little too warm in the small proximity. he was your boyfriend, yours, but you still felt like you had a crush on him.

"okay, we'll be there. what? mom..."

sae's voice was getting hard to interpret and you furrowed your browns in concentration trying to listen to him and his mother talking on the other line.

"take good care of the girl!"

"mom I will. I promised you."

"I swear if you ever hurt her or she complains to me about you, you're never seeing the light of day ever again!" you heard his mom threatening him and you tried to muffle your giggles.

sae whined at the words "mom, please. I'm not planning to. I would want you to scold me too if I ever cause her the slightest bit of pain."

now he got to your soft side with that. he would never tell you that face to face but...he was sober right? or maybe it was his mom and he could tell her anything.

"tell dad I said hi okay? [name] too. alright, mhm see you on Friday."

after the call ended sae threw his phone on the coffee table like he was getting rid of a headache.

it was time to put an end to your act so with a fake yawn you turned to get up being greeted with a sae that had his head thrown back covering his face with his hands.

"mornin' sae!" you giggled rubbing your eyes, leaning in to kiss his covered cheek.

he peaked thru his fingers at you, then again covered those perfect features of his.

“...what’s wrong?” you started raising a brow at his weird behavior.

“don’t act all innocent on me. you heard everything.” he said now finally looking at you. you were now wide awake as his words felt like ice cold water being thrown on you face.

“no I didn’t.” you could give denying a shot right?

“liar”

damn it, you’ve been caught red handed. dropping your head you’ve put on your best convincing smile.

“soooo dinner on Friday right-?”

oh well the details could wait, now sae was busy smashing his lips on yours, his hands traveling all over your body leaving goosebumps behind.

a/n : I’M SORRY IF THIS IS BAD:<

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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.

oh. oh.

how do you write a love letter, keito hasumi

how do you write a love letter? to a place, a time, to you? the whole world stops to listen to a love that sings for itself.

how do you write a love letter? an intangible bittersweetness, the art of language, with each and every word planned and thoroughly reviewed— keito couldn't still put his finger on it. how do you write a love letter? to a place, to a person?

how do you write a love letter? an exquisite longing that held sadness within each letter, and each goodbyes. but another crumpled paper hits the floor— the inked pen hesitates to touch the fresh paper before it. it trembles; with the first motion, he spells your name:

To my dearest,

Often when I imagine you, a love exists inside me. It frightens me. It's as if you were a ghost returning to it's haunt.

how do you write a love letter? handwritten claims of love, desperate to convey the desire that filled his body as much as blood— his hands started writing on it's own. of course those hands are his, but who owns these words writing itself if not love?

I'm afraid of the love I have for you. Because I am certain that it will ruin me. And I know that I will let it.

I love you, love you, love you, endlessly— Until the sea reaches the moon, and the flowers reach the sun.

how do you write a love letter? the heart pumps the love from it to the tips of his fingers— with love passing through him, keito wrote his fears, and his confessions. his love had held it's breath to this very moment.

I have longed for you, in my heart, never forgetting a day where I didn't.

But I am afraid that I might spend eternity trying not to need you.

the letter stops—

his fingers tremble; as if he wasn't certain. as if this wasn't a promise.

from your friend, Keito.

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