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bc this blog will be completely nothing if i just reblog, like and turn this into a twt account... 😭 and most of my moots/oomfies are writers SO

what if i start writing ?!#(#! wonderjng what i will come up with

Let you break my heart again

Tighnari x reader

angst, no gender/pronouns are used to describe reader

summary: after lashing out on you, Tighnari can't help but feel the distance between you two and you find someone interesting in Mondstadt

part 1

The blonde traveler who's name is Lumine, sat with you in Sumeru city, she had seen you in the village and was a bit confused on why you were in the city now, did Tighnari send you here for something??

"um, I'm not speaking terms with him anymore so I moved back to the city with my parents." You explain, it been weeks since Tighnari said those things about you. "I also left my position as a forest watcher..."

Lumine frowned at this, "but Collei said you loved working there."

You pursed your lips, looking to the side, "I'm just...not suited to work there." You say in a quiet tone, rubbing your arm. "I dunno if he even knows I'm gone, probably not." Letting out a forced laugh, "maybe too much with work again."

Lumine watched your expressions, something must have happened between you two. It must have been bad since your self confidence has gone down tremendously.

She begins to think, maybe you just need a change of scenery? Yeah that's it!

"...how about I bring you to Mondstadt?"

Raising your head to look at her, you give her a confused look, "Mondstadt?"

She nods, a smile on her lips, "mm! I have a friend there, he mentioned something about needing someone to help him."

"Help him? With what? I don't see how this involves me." You lean your chin onto of your palm as you stare at her with confusion.

She begins to tell you everything she knows.

—

"Tighnari, where's Y/n?" Collei asks, peeking her head inside the hut he was in and he continues to work, scribbling on the paper.

"they must be in the forest, probably being careless again." He answers rather harsh, this makes the girl a bit confused.

"Hm? But they're not there?" She says with a confused tone in her voice.

He stops writing to look pick up the next price of papers he needs to read over. But upon seeing them, he recognizes your neat handwriting and he begins to read what you wrote.

Maybe it was an apology letter or a report on the areas you patrol often.

But his heart drops, "Collei."

She tilts her head, "when was the last time you talked with Y/n?"

She thinks, "I think...maybe three weeks ago? They said they was going to spend a month trying cleansing a few areas. Why? Did something happen?"

He lets out a shaky breathe, eyes glued on the words written on the paper he was holding.

You had quit your position and left the village.

—

Your cheeks are bright red due of the cold air hitting your face as you clutch the cloak closer to you to provide warmth to shivering body.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the snowy mountain in front of you, completely memorized at the sight of it since you were never allowed to travel far.

"It's beautiful." You huff out, smiling as Lumine pats her back at a good job before you begin walking up the mountain while her walking beside you.

Halfway up the mountain, you look at Lumine, "this Albedo person...what's he like?"

She just smiles at you, "just wait and see, you won't be disappointed." You feel even more excited to meet him.

Once arriving at a cave, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of fire as you quickly tried to warm yourself up. The potion Lumine had given you had wore off an some time ago.

It seems like the fire wasn't help as you kept trembling, you frown as tried to make yourself warm.

A white coat was draped over your shoulders, an unfamiliar scent filled your nose as you look back to see a young man around your age smiling at you.

"Albedo." Lumine greets, "this is Y/n."

You turn around as he holds out his hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you, I heard many great things about you from the traveler." Your eyes shine at this as you shake his hand.

"Is it true you can cleanse things?" He asked and you quickly nod your head.

"Yes! My family has been doing it for decades but it seemed to die out at some point." You explain, holding the coat closer to you, "I tried mastering my ancestors technics but....so far I only caused trouble back ho—where I worked at." You fix your words, the village no longer felt like home to you.

Albedo lets out a hum, placing a hand under his chin as he starts to check you out.

You blink at this, suddenly feeling self conscious at how this attractive guy was staring at you so intensely.

He shakes his head, "yes, you'll do just fine. Come, we have things to do. Traveler, if you'll excuse us."

You don't register the fact that he grabbed you by the hand, tugging you deeper within his lab.

Lumine just watches, waving at you two before leaving.

—

"What you mean she quit!?" Collei yells as soon as Tighnari returned fron Sumeru city, he went to go see if you were staying with your parents but turned out you left without a word almost a week and half ago.

Collei had found your letter when Tighnari left earlier. She felt confused, sad, so many emotions she was feeling this very moment.

Tighnari drops his head, "I....I think this is my fault—"

Collei snaps her head at him, "what did you do?"

He does respond, covering his face with his hand, "I need to find them."

Masterlist

SEALED WITH A (HERSHEY'S) KISS ! ; itoshi sae > in which, sae hasn't really changed as much as everyone else would like to believe.

the world had changed a lot since you were 7. you don't really remember much from your primitive years but you recall this very scene- the playground of your childhood- and its bursting beauty.

in your youth, the playground had been colourful and lively, brimming with warmth and the nostalgic sounds of blue springs which were now long gone. the bright red plastic slide was seared into your mind's eye, and so was the feeling of your favourite companion's hand as he helped you stand when you hit the bottom.

you internally cringe at the recollection of your former friend, who was the whole reason you'd returned to the now dismal setting. though, you supposed that you couldn't quite refer to itoshi sae as just an old friend anymore. there was too much history for that, now.

itoshi sae was your childhood best friend. the both of you had met at the playground of your school, and had clicked. he'd always been aloof and just the tiniest bit stuck up, and you liked to think that you balanced each other out quite nicely.

it was no secret to anyone in your primary schools that the both of you liked each other, even though he'd scowl and curse out (as eloquently as a child could) anyone who'd dare suggest such a thing. sae would bluntly reject the verbal concept of crushing on you, but he'd always save you a seat at the lunch table. he'd rather die than even suggest that he could have an affection that was more than platonic, but every day he'd wait for you outside your classroom to walk with you to the playground.

that playground, you think, was more of a liminal space for you, now, rather than a good memory. because you and your maybe-relationship with itoshi sae had crashed and burned when you'd turned 16.

(if you're being honest, you're surprised that it'd even made it that long.)

sae had first asked you to 'be his' when you were 10, in the only way a child could ask. he'd given you a hershey's kiss, and you still remember how his ears tinged red and how he refused to meet your eye. you'd kissed him on the cheek and he pursed his lips as his face contorted in something like shock. the next week, he left for spain.

you didn't see sae again until a year later. he was a little taller, but not much, and his cheeks were still puffy and rosy with youth. he was only visiting for a week, but he insisted on you being there wherever he went. at this point, both of you had contact information to exchange and kept up communication even when he left. the day before he left for the airport, he gave you another hershey's kiss.

you and sae had spoken nearly every day until you were 14 and he came back for a month. then, he'd asked you out officially. you'd said yes. your friends teased you for your infatuation with the boy you'd known since childhood, but it was just that: infatuation. you couldn't see the red lights or hear the alarm bells, not for the life of you.

a few more sporadic visits and daily calls culminated in his planning to fly over to celebrate your 16th birthday with you. but itoshi sae never landed in japan. the day before your birthday, you received an envelope- a brief letter detailing how your relationship was childish and a waste of time, and was to come to an immediate end.

it felt like your world collapsed, just then, when you read those words. you would almost not believe it if it weren't for the unmistakable script that was so messy and so sae, that it couldn't be anyone but him. after that, he didn't reply to your texts. he stopped liking your posts. he never picked up your calls. and that was that, you'd concluded. that was the end of your relationship with itoshi sae.

it still made you sad, even though it shouldn't. you were 19 now, and still couldn't stomach a hershey's kiss. you were 19 and you still returned to this stupid playground with a familiar, heavy heart when you'd heard the news that the itoshi sae had briefly returned to japan for the first time in years.

the tweets with his name on them seemed to be taunting you. the articles with his face screamed at you. the heartbreak was something you could push aside and never escape, and you hated every second of it. if you could take back your childhood solely for the sake of forgetting sae, you think you would consider it before you said no.

"i knew you'd be here eventually."

your heart stalls, and then stops. a tight vice grip takes a hold of your lungs and you exhale sharply. because you knew that voice.

"sae," you greet courteously, as if you weren't about to keel over and die. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, not when you could almost feel his presence next to you. his aura emanated with that familiar warmth, almost as if it was trying to draw you in again. you felt nauseous.

"you're fucking annoying to track down, you know that, right?"

you huff what might be a laugh. "my bad."

the air is cold and suddenly gets colder as a bitter wind bites at your skin. you would wonder what he's thinking but you're giving your all to not let the resurgence of feelings overtake you.

he opens his mouth behind you and then closes it, like he's struggling to get his words out. you don't need to see him to know- you'd grown up together. you knew how he was.

"it's.. been a while." and now you laugh genuinely, because everyone was wrong about him. they all talked him up like some god, and to them maybe he was. but they didn't know him like you did. itoshi sae is no god- he is awkward, and antisocial, and the same 7-year-old boy who'd changed the rules during games of four-square when he'd lost.

"guess it has been."

"i missed you." now that takes you by surprise. it's spoken like a sin, like he's confessing his darkness to a priest, like he's a malefactor asking for a reprieve from his gods. you finally turn to look at him, and he looks just as confused and conflicted as you feel.

itoshi sae is older but he's hardly taller. his face is slimmer but still tinged pink, and he's outgrown the bangs that you used to like to tie into pigtails to bother him. he still looks like itoshi sae- he still looks like he's yours.

he lets out a sharp breath when he sees you fully for the first time since he'd last seen you, almost 5 years ago now.

"you missed me?"

he breaks eye contact and you almost smile at how he's still so shy, after all these years. "you don't get to miss me, y'know."

"i know. i'm.."

you raise an eyebrow, silently urging him to continue. "i'm sorry."

you grin. "that's good," you muse, feeling kind of insane because how is any of this real, "you probably should be sorry."

he looks back at you, a familiar intent flashing behind his gaze. "i know, i-"

"you don't know anything, sae." he's silenced by the sharpness of your tone, and you can hear every beat of your heart as you continue. "what was it you said? i'm a waste of time? that we- that i was just.. unnecessary?"

all of a sudden, you feel very, very small. your voice wavers and cracks at the end of your sentence, and you cross your arms over your chest and step back. the burst of anger you'd felt had dissolved into something like despair, and you wonder why you can't bring yourself to walk away.

"you wrote me a fucking letter," you say, quieter this time, "on my birthday."

sae's expression would be unreadable to anyone, but you weren't just anyone. you recognize the conflict, the wild tumult of emotions, the remorse- you can't look any longer.

you force yourself away, turning so you're facing the playground again. it's silent for a few heartbeats before he speaks again.

"i think that was the biggest mistake of my life."

you don't reply. he continues.

"i was- i'm in love with you. since i met you, i've been in love with you."

you feel a sinking feeling in your chest, because this is all too similar to all those times he'd told you he liked you, not in words but in actions, and you fight to keep up with the grief hanging heavy in your mind's eye. this was the first time itoshi sae had told you he loved you, years after it'd all ended, and you hate yourself because a small part of you wishes that it won't be the last.

sae moves to stand next to you, and looks at you over his shoulder. from the corner of your eye, you see his gaze grow misty.

"so why did you leave me?"

he turns to you fully, and you look at him. his eyes are almost pleading as his whispered words are almost lost to the cold winds: "i can't. i," he moves to take your hand, and you let him, "i don't know. i can't."

there is a new darkness in his eyes. a world of unspoken words, a lifetime of hurt that you don't recognize. it's then you realize that he was different, in that sense- there was a bleeding wound invisible to the naked eye. he lets go of your hand and there's something left in your palm- a hershey's kiss.

"you won't forgive me," he says, "but i'm sorry."

he is about to turn and leave, and you're staring at the familiar treat in your hand when you grab the sleeve of his jacket and tug him back. not expecting the sudden impact.

in a flash, you're kissing him. your hands search for purchase anywhere they can- they're under his knit sweater and on his stomach, his back, his sides, his hair, his cheeks, and you're desperate with your movements, as if he was the only cure to your sickness.

it's fervent, almost, how he kisses you back, closing the nonexistent distance as if he's trying to melt into your warmth. he's greedy, his buzzing, he's warm all over, and he feels just like he used.

when you part, the both of you remain close. you move to untangle yourself from him, recalling how sae was never one for public affection, and this was a public park despite no one being around. his arms hold fast around your waist, keeping you in place. his forehead rests against yours and his hair tickles your face.

"are you sure you love me? i couldn't tell," you tease, voice raspy and breathless. sae presses his lips to your temple, "don't make me say it again."

"what if i want you to?"

"i'm in love with you," he deadpans with no hesitation.

you laugh into his skin and you know he's smiling without looking. "i think i need you to say a little more. maybe like, 'oh, the love of my life, i am so madly in love with you and i have been since we met because i am just so sad and lonely. and in love with you.'"

sae scoffs and pinches the skin on your hip gently. you hum, "don't pretend like that's not all true."

"it is true. you made it easy to fall in love."

for the hundredth time that night, you're taken by surprise, looking at sae and seeing a familiar smirk pass over his face, and you're sure that he fought past his inability to express his feelings just to get a reaction from you. "do you need me to prove it?"

his lips are on yours again, and everything feels right. there are 5 years worth of unspoken hurt and damage, and dozens of scars and open wounds, but those can be dealt with in due time. right now, you and sae are being the stupid teenagers you almost never got the chance to be, kissing in the park during the middle of an autumn night.

the world has changed a lot since you were 7, and it will continue to do so. the park will never regain its colours and you will never be able to be a child again, but that didn't mean things couldn't get better.

you weren't a kid anymore, but you could still feel the same giddy spark that you used to be familiar with. you weren't a kid anymore, but blue spring could return nonetheless.

you weren't a kid anymore, but here you were kissing the boy you've liked since you were one. you weren't a kid anymore, and you think that's okay.

(somewhere on the playground floor, the hershey's kiss lies discarded.)

✄ written for the mitsies 3k follower event using the prompts "it wasn't hard. you made it easy to fall in love." + getting ‘married’ in elementary school. reuniting by chance and getting asked out in the same fashion.

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❝ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗜 does not get off, so you threaten to bite him. ❞ — 0.631k words, fluff, established relationship!au. i hope you enjoy this, @mosviqu beloved i have so many more in mind <3 he is on his way to becoming my number one muse, i must say :>

"what will it take to make you move?" 

limbs thrown haphazardly over your torso, dozing off after a long and arduous game is nagi, who all but ignores your exasperated pleas. the comparably overgrown boy does not budge when you attempt to get out from under him, only locking you even more in place with a disguised, pleased smile. he is perfectly at ease, so your minor suffering is none of his real concern, suffice to say.

"i will bite you, sei." you threaten him (you know that you are stuck under him for at least another hour and you know that you will, realistically, never be able to push him off, be it out of your lack of strength or lack of ability to resist his pretty face so, so close to your own), though his response is more than clear enough, "no."

it's not like this is an uncomfortable position— even going as far as to say that this feels, in fact, very cozy. however, if you hear the growl of an empty stomach fill the room again, you will lose the last piece of your mind. it wouldn't have killed him if he'd just gone and made himself a sandwich (or even let you make him one) before he plopped down on you as soon as he'd come home. you should have locked him out of the bedroom. 

nagi is perfectly aware of you (oh, god, he is so exceedingly aware of you— every breath you take and every twitch of your muscles, he is so awfully and horribly aware of your every move and it is disorienting) and your annoyed expression, but the sweetest little grunts you let out trying to wiggle your way out sound too adorable for him not to milk every second of this moment.

"sei," your eyes gleam as an idea forms in your head, to which he carefully opens his eyes to meet yours, "yes, dear?"

gaining a boost of confidence, you press a chaste kiss on his soft lips (every night you apply a hydrating mask on his face and put on chapstick for him as he blissfully lies down on your lap, enjoying the jade roller gliding over the cooling mask, further relaxing him. it's one of your favorite things to do together, a sort of before-bed-ritual that consists of just you, him, an assortment of creams and peaceful silence) with a gleeful grin, feeling him go rigid. his lashes look unfairly pretty brushing over his cheeks every time he slowly blinks. seishiro nagi is so unbelievably breathtaking and it is you who gets to be the last and first person to see him every new day.

"i love you, sei, so get up or i will do it again." 

the bastard of a boy has the nerve to snap out of it and hold your chin with a curious, blank gaze. his eyes have the uncanny ability to make you forget and feel. nagi does move— he pushes himself off of you, strikingly attentive, never moving his eyes from yours and now, now you're absolutely screwed. trapped between his hands and legs caging you, you do the only logical thing that comes to your mind, reaching out your neck and kissing him again.

his eyes blow wide open, so caught off guard by the second time again, that he accidentally leaves an opening for you to escape from, (your overjoyed laughter sounds like music to his ears) now safely behind the kitchen counter, merrily making him a packet (or two, or three, actually) of instant ramen. your sanity depends on his stomach being full and keeping quiet.

(your sanity also depends on you doing everything you can to forget about the way he had looked at you just then.)

© 𝗞𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗔 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯, 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗. | 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 , 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 .

me omw to read angst fics after ranting to ppl on kokobot about how miserable my life is

—university rival! sae who saw you struggling to write your research paper due that exact night because you had procrastinated once again. you had gone to the library hoping to pour over journals that could help validate your findings but when words would usually flow effortlessly, today didn't seem to be your day. he saw this and mocked you for being so disorganised. but what you didn't know was that he had in fact found all the useful journals and checked them out. so when you drifted off to sleep after a long day of bullshitting your way through the paper he took your computer and wrote out your essay for you. it's not because he likes you! no, of course not! he just wants to see if he can beat his own grade.

—university rival! sae who buys you the wrong drink on purpose and leaves it on your desk every morning with a flirty message. you never found out it who it was but you had a feeling it was him. and if it was him you knew the flirty messages meant absolutely nothing. he was just doing this to distract you. however, he was foolish to think that his stupid flirty messages would do anything but make your heart palpitate a bit. nothing special...

—university rival! sae who hates when you bother to help out fellow classmates. he understands that you're a sociable and friendly person but he can't stand to see you so close to other people. no, it's not that. he just hates how you're getting extra tutoring experience that could help you in the future! yes, that's definitely it! so he pushes you aside with an arrogant remark telling you how he's better at that subject so he's probably also a better tutor. right??

—university rival! sae who purposefully kisses up to your professor so he can be paired up with you for a group project that's worth about 40% of your entire grade. no, it's not because he likes you?? it's not because he wants to spend time with you?? how absurd, it's obviously so he can sabotage your grade and finally be the undisputed number 1. after all, he is a horrible person.

—university rival! sae can't stop thinking about you every waking second. does he like you? god no. you're just so annoying, always debating with him in class. always trying to prove your points and speaking your mind. why would it be an admirable quality as your professor puts it? you're so annoying, always annoying him. gosh what's happened to his vocabulary. why can't he stop thinking about your annoying face, and annoying laugh, annoying everything?

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in which: isagi doesn't like it when you give him the silent treatment.

warnings: 1.9k wc, gn!reader, fluff with a little angst, ooc!isagi (i tried), mentions of manhandling, sleepy isagi, mentions to arguments. food.

a/n: I FEEL ILL REREADING THIS why is this so bad hELP. for being the main character, it's hard asf to get good manga panels of isagi lol. anyways. enjoy this shit piece xx i can't believe this is my first isagi fic and i did him so wrong, i'm so sorry cri

“y/n?” echoes a voice from down the hallway, one laced with grogginess and fatigue, paired with the gentle padding of footsteps trudging their way to where you resided in the living room. in your periphery, isagi rounds the corner shirtless and messy bedhair, and not sparing him a glance proved itself a challenge. 

usually, you would’ve sprung up from your seat and greeted him good morning, but the soreness of your throat is a harsh reminder of the argument you had last night, and thinking too hard about it would press into the bruises of your ego, resurfacing awkward and sour feelings. yet, you still had to fight to contain the butterflies in your stomach upon seeing him and it becomes harder to fight when you realise that the first thing isagi did since waking up was find you, not even brushing his teeth or putting on a shirt. 

as adorable as he was, you don’t know what to say to him, unsure of where you stood since you both just went to bed last night, the problem never resolving itself. 

isagi’s face however, upon seeing you, lit up with a smile as bright as a thousand suns and endearing enough to crumble your resolve but you persevere with your tough facade. the true stake to the heart is the way his face drops when noticing your reluctance to acknowledge him. 

"y/n?" he asks again as greeting, waddling over to stand before you. you still don't look up at him from your phone. "why are you awake so early?"

silence.

"y/n?" prods the soccer star who now seats himself beside you, hand shaking yours a little in hopes of getting your attention. "you're mad at me, aren't you?"

you don’t know how to respond, remaining silent despite the countless words brewing in your mind that were unable to spill over to form a sentence. should you be nice? mean? petty? you could never have the heart to do the latter two, but-

"-i'm sorry," he mutters, placing his chin on your shoulder so he could give you his best puppy-dog eyes. you don’t react, no matter how hard you had to fight to not look at him because you knew that if you did, you’d crumble right into his arms. 

you miss the way his frown deepens with every shake of your shoulder that you ignore.

“you know i don’t like it when people ignore me.”

despite your cold shoulder, he still lingers around you, just now fast asleep after prying a spot on your lap for his head to fit, disturbing your peace with his hesitant invasion. naturally, you run your hands through his raven hair, lounging in the morning sun with your phone in one hand and your soccer sensation of a boyfriend in your lap.

eventually, the tranquillity is ruined alongside the urge to use the bathroom, but the difficult part of said task however, was getting isagi off your lap which turned out to be a carefully organised operation. gently lifting his head, you manage to shuffle away before laying him back down. somehow you manage to keep him from rousing, leaving you to tiptoe away without making much noise.

you went as far as you could because when you opened the bathroom door againÇ, isagi was lingering outside, slumber still evident in his face as he blinks sleepily at you. so much for leaving without waking him.

“oh. hi,” he greets, voice still ridden with sleep. he rubs his eye innocently, streaks of his nap engrained on his skin. 

he grumbles a sleepy murmur of your name as you slip away around him, giving isagi the chance to latch on to your waist. this wasn’t the silent treatment you were imagining, but you have half a mind and even less of a desire to shrug your boyfriend off, no matter how difficult your predicament is. 

“i need to brush my teeth,” the athlete mutters, dragging you into the bathroom with him. “we can do skincare together.”

you don’t have it in you to tell isagi that you’ve already done your morning routine so you settle for doing it a second time. not like it’ll hurt anyone, especially not your skin.

wordlessly, you do your morning routine alongside him and it’s oddly peaceful without the usual talking and music in the background. you get more of a chance to admire isagi and his boyish features, shyly looking away from his gaze every time his eyes meet yours in the bathroom mirror. after putting away all the products, you don’t move very far before the dark-haired latches himself to you again.

he remains like that even as you continue with chores and tasks you assigned yourself, deciding that there’s no place he’d rather be than half-asleep behind you whilst you sort through laundry, organise your drawers, and fix organise the kitchen cabinets. he’s gracious enough to help a little, holding spices and cans here and there.

if you tried to shake him off, isagi would grumble and come right back, never straying too far away for too long.

his insistence to stay like this was endearing, but very irritating, especially it was hindering your productive. however, your will to scold him for it is at an all-time low so you’ll have to continue living with another being wrapped around you until isagi gives up or you tell him off.

you didn’t have to wait long for the latter. after you were done with organising- or rather when isagi was fed up of standing, he drags you right back to your shared bedroom, silently arranging the two of you on your shared bed with his strength, moving you into a comfortable position under the duvet. 

“please stop,” you demand quietly as if you were silent enough, you wouldn’t technically break the silent treatment.

he immediately perks up at the sound of your voice and his name on your lips, a wide smile breaking out on his face. “babe!” isagi flops on you, the ‘oof’ that escapes you not going unnoticed, “you talked.”

“isagi, please give me some space.”

the smile on the soccer player’s face completely melts away and he furrows his eyebrows, causing guilt to strike you in the heart as he reluctantly moves away from you. the use of his last name in comparison to his usual, affectionate-filled nicknames didn’t soften the blow directed at him either. 

“is this because of last night?” he asks, resting his chin on your sternum. “i’m sorry about everything that i said.”

“isagi,” he stops rambling. “please, i just need some space right now.” 

“okay, i’m sorry. i’ll go now.”

he shuffles out from under the covers rather quickly, picking up a shirt from his closet before walking out with it half-on. you call out his name only to hear the front door slam close and you wince slightly at the sound, guilt weighing heavily on your heart.

when you said you needed space you didn’t mean for isagi to leave the apartment completely.

if you had set your boundaries clearer this morning maybe you could have avoided this scenario. now isagi’s out of the house and you don’t know where he’s even going or when he’s returning and the thought is enough to scare you, riddling you with enough anxiety for your heart to sink to your feet. it’s getting hard to breathe too and your mind is racing with countless thoughts that all pile on top of each other.

texting isagi was a flunk too, he left his phone at home and only took his wallet. 

what did you do? what time would he be back? 

could he have gone to bachira’s? nagi’s? without his phone though? isagi wouldn’t usually go very far without a device at the very least. maybe he’s just out for a walk to clear his mind. yeah, that sounds right, isagi loves walks after all so who knows when he’ll be back. speaking of walking, you might benefit from one right now too-

“-i’m home!” a voice shouts out, breaking you out of your funk like hammer shattering a glass.

practically running out of the bedroom, you disregard the shards of hurt, running over them to see isagi staring at you with wide eyes. he holds a bakery bag and a bouquet of flowers- your favourites, in one hand and the apartment keys in the other.

“oh, y/n, are you okay?” he asks fondly, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter before wandering over to you. without thinking, you reel him in to a hug when he’s close enough, half jumping onto him as the soccer player catches you effortlessly, surprised by your sudden show of affection. “i thought you were mad at me?”

“you scared me, you doofus,” you say into his shoulder with a watery laugh, relief flooding your body like no other at the feeling of his warmth against yours again. “don’t just leave like that ever again.”

“i’m sorry! i wanted to say sorry because of how big of a dick i was to you last night and this morning.”

“you left so abruptly! i thought i angered you even more or something,” you laugh, all watery and emotional. 

isagi snakes a hand up to your face, cradling it. “that wasn’t my intention, i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“apology accepted and i’m sorry too. i was mean to you last night as well and i should have communicated properly with you this morning. wasn’t fair on my end.”

“apology accepted,” he says with a charmingly boyish grin. you have an urge to kiss it off. “i love you.”

“you make it so hard to stay mad at you. i love you too,” you mutter before isagi’s pressing his lips to yours, pouring all his love for you to breathe in, filling you with reassurance. you smile against him, unable to contain it, which then causes him to mimic you, and the kiss breaks away because the two of you are laughing too much. 

isagi will be the death of you. 

your eyes glance behind him and the striker follows your line of sight. “i got your favourite cake too by the way, last one the bakery had. guess i’m one lucky guy, huh?”

“the stars aligned perfectly just for you.” 

“i agree,” mutters isagi before leaning in to leave a kiss on your forehead. 

“should we have some cake now?” you question, loosening your arms around him to back away and  faltering when he doesn’t let you. his grip around your waist is tight and unforgiving as mischief shines in the dark-haired’s eyes.

then, he pulls you right back, peppering your face in endless kisses whilst you giggle in response to each one. the more he plants the more you want to pull away out of reflex but his hold forbid for you to travel too far, leaving you vulnerable to all of his advances.

“i love you,” he repeats with each press against your skin.

“yoichi, stop!” you giggle. the sound is a remedy to his pain.

“can’t stop, i have a whole day of affection to make up for.”

you shove his shoulder teasingly, “later.”

“later. i’ll never make you mad again, i swear. that was the worst day of my life. next time you do this, i’d rather you end me.”

hi guys. valentine’s day is coming up and i have no one. i’m gonna cry myself to sleep 😭😭 anywho today i thought a lot about rin. i’m starting to feel like a homie hopper 😭

no warnings, featuring rin

itoshi rin is a shitty boyfriend on the surface. he seldom gives you attention when he’s watching soccer matches, and he really just doesn’t spend time with you. but in truth he just gets so nervous around you that he can’t even talk to you sometimes.

itoshi rin who hugs you whenever you ask. although his eyes are glued on the tv while he’s studying the techniques of other players his arms are open for you. and if you bother him hard enough he’ll pause the video and give you a kiss, but it’s hard to get him annoyed because everything you do gets him nervous, not irritated.

itoshi rin who likes to call you by your first name, he thinks it holds more meaning but in reality he just can’t bring himself to call you ‘pookie-bear’ like you suggested. when he’s feeling super bold he calls you babe, but never out loud, he’d die of shame.

itoshi rin who likes to be held by you when you sleep together or nap. he feels secured by your presence and likes the feeling of being held. although sometimes he gets anxious and hugs you a bit too tight, but it’s hard to complain because he is often too busy with his own thoughts

itoshi rin who tries his hardest to make food for you. unlike his brother he has basic housewife skills, he can cook, clean, whatever but he can’t make elaborate dishes. they always turn out tone a little messy but you can tell he made them with love because even if it isn’t the best your pans are cleaner than they were the day before.

itoshi rin who likes to buy matching couple merch. matching hoodies, necklaces, bracelets, socks, even underwear if he can find it. he likes to match with you because while he’s away he finds comfort in having things that you have.

itoshi rin who tries to listen instead of offering solutions to your problems right away. he’s begun to pick up on how your mood is affected by his responses, he knows that you get more upset when he proposes solutions and that you’re more likely to calm down if he just listens instead.

itoshi rin who doesn’t like to waste his time willy nilly but lays around with you. if you don’t let him escape from bed on the weekends he’ll stay with you the whole day. he doesn’t mind it because in his head sometimes he has to put himself first and spend time with you.

itoshi rin who has a physical album of you in his room sandwiched between his mattress and the bed frame so you’ll never find it. he keeps all the pictures from your dates in there, as well as important information like anniversary dates or things you like.

itoshi rin who sends you pictures of his feet because one time you asked for toe pics as a joke and he sent them for real. so now he just sends you them whenever he feels like it.

itoshi rin who knows how to paint nails and do basic nail art because he knows you like to have pretty nails. sometimes he’ll match with you, but while you have a whole set he might only have it on his pinkie or thumb.

itoshi rin who is surprisingly patient with you when attempting to teach you how to play soccer because he wants fo share what he loves with you. he doesn’t yell at you when you completely miss the goalpost, nor does he mock you for being bad at dribbling, but if it does peeve him he’ll yell at the blue lock boys and never at you.

itoshi rin who keeps all his promises because he will not be a liar like a certain someone you both know. if he says he’ll be there, he will be there. although sometimes if he says he won’t be there he shows up anyway because who’s gonna stop him?

we lost our bench cheer :(