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you never really thought of rin as a clingy partner, a clingy person in general but whenever morning arrives? he's like a totally different person. it wasn't often that you woke up before your boyfriend, those moments usually happened whenever he was either sick or just had a break from the limelight he had in soccer. you needed to do some grocery shopping because the refrigerator was looking extremely plain so you had to wake up early to avoid the long lines and getting run out of an item you needed. you'd usually just wake rin up to tell him you were going out but that was when you were already out of the shower and dressed up. what wasn't a usual occurrence was when your one big of a boyfriend grabbed you by your hips to put you back in bed! listen, it was the cutest thing ever and definitely something you'd tease him for later but you really wanted to just get up finish this one errand so you could have the rest of the day just for rin but no, you couldn't have that. you know what rin's reasoning was? he said and i quote "you're really getting up this early for something you could just do later, hmp, stupid", and as he was saying that, you were trying your hardest to escape his grasp but of course it was no use, i mean, have you seen the man? rin knew you'd give up sooner or later, he already knew what he was going to do when you did! he was going to keep you in his arms for as loooooong as his body can before it wakes up. so yeah, fuck that grocery trip i guess. you can't escape now, not with your humongous boyfriend clinging onto you for dear life.

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Can I please request sick (with fever) and grumpy Rin and y/n has to take care of him

♡ Sick!Rin x gn!Reader, 1k words

♡ Contents: Pro Soccer player Rin, established relationship, fluff

"What do you think you're doing?" You ask, catching up to Rin right before he's about to leave for practice. He turns back around to look at you with a confused expression. "Going to pactice." He says matter of factly. You sigh, rubbing the remainder of sleep from your eyes. Usually you'd sleep for another hour before getting ready for work, but this morning, the sound of coughing and sniffling had you stirring in your sleep, and wake up startled when the realization that your boyfriend was going to practice sick, hit your groggy mind. You had managed to scramble out of bed right in time to stop him.

"Rin, we've talked about this." you sigh and hug yourself, rubbing your arms to ward off the cold that your flannel pjama fails to protect you from. "You're clearly not better. I'd even go as far as to say that you look worse than yesterday. And I made you promise that you would stay home if you're not better." Your lips curl into a frown.

"I'm feeling fine." Rin replies, but the cough that follows his word proves the opposite. "Go back to bed love."

"Only if you go to bed with me." You try to reason with him. "I'm not letting you leave this appartement Rin, and if I have to drag you away from the door and tie you to the bed, so be it, but you're not going to practice today." Both of you know that Rin could easily overpower you. He benches double your weight in the gym. Rin lets his bag slide down his shoulder, watching it hit the floor with a thump. "I'm really ok tho, love. My nose is just a little stuffy."

You huff, and with two steps forward you close the gap between the two of you. Gently you place your hand on his forehead, feeling the heat of his skin. "You have a fever." you mumble, and Rin looks back at you, guilty, like a child that's just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. "Arguing back won't do anything but waste the time we could be spending cuddled up in bed." You say after a moment of silence, in which Rin had been pondering his options to somehow convince you to let him leave. But looking into your eyes, he knows you won't budge. He sighs, kicking off his shoes. "Fine, let me just inform everyone real quick."

Not even ten minutes later the two of you back in bed. Rin is stripped down once again to merely his underwear, his usual sleeping attire, and you're hugging him, your arms tightly wrapped around his middle. "I feel like I'm wasting important time." Rin mutters. You know how much it hurts him to miss practice. It always makes him feel like he's not good enough, and like it's slowing his path to the top. "Even the best soccer players get sick babe. It won't keep you from being the number 1 striker." You reply and he huffs. You press a kiss to his temple, feeling the warmth of his fever against your lips. "Your body needs time to heal, Rin. You're not a machine."

Rin lets out a quiet sigh, his body finally giving in to exhaustion as he sinks further into your embrace. His fever-warmed skin presses against you, and though he won’t say it, you know he finds comfort in your presence. “Even if I'm sick, I still need to be out there. Otherwise I won't improve.” he mumbles, his voice softer now, edged with lingering frustration. Your fingers threading through his hair in slow, soothing strokes. "You can’t push yourself if your body gives out, Rin. That won't help you improve either. It's ok.” His grip on you loosens slightly, his breathing evening out, and as his eyes flutter shut, you know he’s finally allowing himself to rest. You smile, brushing stray strands of hair from his face. “Sleep well, striker.” you murmur, and he hums faintly in response, already drifting into much-needed sleep.

When Rin wakes up from his dreamless slumber he doesn't know if he's been out for minutes, hours or maybe even days. What he does know, is that the pounding and his head and the hot and cold flashes that had been his raking body are gone now. He stretched, his limbs pooping, everything feeling stiff. A warm shower would take care of that. Rins gaze sweeps over the bed, finding your side empty. Carefully he gets up, putting on a sweater and some sweatpants before he makes his way to the living room. A delicious smell hits his stuffed nose as he walks down the hallway.

"You're awake!" You say cheerfully when you see Rin walk into the kitchen. You're standing infront of the stove, stirring the insides of a big pot. "How are you, love?" Rin wraps himself around you, resting his head on your shoulder. "A lot better." he replies, and peers down into the pot. "What are you making?" Rin asks, softly kissing your neck. "Chicken soup. With the added secret ingredient you should be back to normal in no time!"

Rin chuckles, "The secret ingredient is love, isn't it?"

You laugh, shaking your head as you stir the soup. “Maybe,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his. “But I was actually going to say ginger. It helps with colds, you know.”

Rin hums, tightening his hold around you as he nuzzles against your neck. “Love sounds like a better ingredient,” he murmurs, voice still slightly raspy but full of warmth.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Alright, if love is the secret ingredient, then you better eat every last drop of this soup.”

Rin chuckles, pulling back slightly to look at you. “If you’re the one who made it, I’d eat it even if it tasted awful.”

You gasp, feigning offense. “Excuse me? Are you saying my cooking is bad?”

He smirks. “No, I’m just saying I’d suffer through anything for you.”

Shaking your head, you ladle some soup into a bowl and hand it to him. “Less flirting, more eating number one striker.”

Rin grins before taking a sip, warmth spreading through him. He exhales softly, his shoulders relaxing. “Tastes like home,” he murmurs, and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart melt.

A/N: I'm SOOOOO sorry it took me this long to write this request (-﹏-。) I hope it was worth the wait (˘ᵌ˘)/*♡ I'm convinced Rin would be such a baby when sick, he just wants to be held

„𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.“

𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 - 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 - 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 - 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵

Rin Itoshi is not good with words.

You learned that early on, before you even got close to him. He’s sharp-tongued, brutally honest, and doesn’t care about sugarcoating anything. But when it comes to feelings—his feelings—he shuts down completely.

It’s frustrating sometimes.

Like right now.

“You’re unbelievable, Rin,” you huff, crossing your arms as you glare at him.

He’s standing in front of you, hands stuffed in his pockets, gaze unwavering. That stupid blank stare of his, the one that drives you insane because you can never tell what he’s thinking.

“What did I do?” he asks, voice as flat as ever.

Your jaw tightens. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

Rin exhales sharply through his nose. He shifts his weight, glancing to the side. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

Your fingers curl into fists at your sides. He’s so infuriating. You’re trying to get something—anything—out of him, but he’s acting like none of this matters. Like you don’t matter.

And maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you’ve been reading into things too much. The lingering touches, the way he always looks for you after a match, how he listens when no one else does.

Maybe you were stupid for thinking he felt the same way.

“Forget it,” you mumble, turning on your heel.

You barely take a step before you feel it—fingers wrapping around your wrist, firm but not forceful. Rin pulls you back just enough to stop you from walking away.

Your heart stutters.

When you glance over your shoulder, his eyes are sharper than before—something intense simmering beneath the usual cold exterior.

“You’re mad because I don’t say things,” he states, voice quieter now.

You don’t respond. You don’t need to.

Rin exhales, like this is physically painful for him, like dragging the words out will kill him. But then—

“I like you.”

It’s blunt. Honest. Completely Rin.

Your breath catches. You turn fully to face him, but he beats you to it. His fingers slide from your wrist to your hand, lacing them together with a rare kind of hesitance. His grip is firm, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

He doesn’t look away when he says it again.

“I like you, okay? So don’t walk away.”

Something in your chest tightens—because this, right here, is the closest thing to a confession Rin Itoshi will ever give. It’s not dramatic, not poetic, but it’s real.

You squeeze his hand, lips parting, heartbeat loud in your ears.

And then you say the only thing that matters.

“I like you too, idiot.”

For the first time that night, Rin smirks—just slightly.

“Say it again.”

“Shut up.”

But you don’t let go of his hand. And neither does he.

he cooked him like a caesar salad

"do you remember the time?" - itoshi rin

you were a blur in his memories. he remembered the traces, the faint shape of your familiar face, but your features were blurred, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember how you looked like, the face he once adored with all his heart.

lights flashed in his eyes, blinding, but recently, one thing had been on rin's mind. he had a lingering feel in his heart, one he couldn't pinpoint the source of. soccer was his number one priority, when he was younger he abandoned the others. recently, he had a guilty feeling he'd abandoned something far more important than a mere numbered priority.

"itoshi rin! have you ever loved someone before?" a voice behind the bright flashing lights of the countless cameras surrounding him questioned. his first love? rin's mind wandered, his eyes misty, trying to find the reason why his heart was overcome with a strange feeling, a mix of guilt, regret, and -.. hope?

still drenched with sweat from the soccer match, his wispy bangs covered his face as he looked down. why was this so familiar? this was especially weird, he'd forgot almost all of his childhood since making soccer his dream, his comfort. something clicked in him, he remembers.

-maybe if he didn't, he would have avoided it-

rin never answered the question. ignoring the reporter, he sent a cold and unwelcoming gaze to all that were in front of him, trying to take pictures, trying to get him to answer them. "maybe if you all weren't so desperate, you'd actually get ahead in life." rin bluntly stated, classic of him to rudely dismiss others.

a trip back to kamakura, his hometown, could do him some good. he'd gotten a break since his recent match, but all that occupied his mind was the itching feeling that what he was looking for was here.

the atmosphere was cold, white mist floated into the air when rin breathed out. the swing he sat on was old and rusted, it creaked whenever he swung his legs in the slightest. but he was here, waiting, for someone.

for you.

and there he saw it, his heart swelled at the sight of you, a scarf covering your chin, carrying a guitar case on you back, with a plastic bag full of snacks in one hand. your hair moved with the wind that blew past, and small exhales that you made produced white mist. internally, his arm reached out to you, trying to grab you and communicate with you.

rin muttered your name, unaware of it's volume. your head turned to the familiar but faint sound of your name being uttered. one glance of his wispy bangs that covered his eyes, one that you used to complain about since you could barely see his eyes, the eyes that used to look at you with so much warmth and comfort, once looked at you to with a sharp, disregarding touch. one that made you feel worthless. this time, his teal eyes were full of hope and desire, your breath hitched seeing that.

"rin?.." your mouth was parted, and your hair blew in your face due to the wind. that didn't matter right now. what did, was that he was here. how could he just show up here, after he told you that you were nothing to him, that he only led you on as he "didn't want you to realize early" that the spark between you two was long gone.

you two were presently at the ripe age of 21, but when you were in your teenage years, you loved each other. but one day, rin told you the words that haunted you till now.

"i really did love you, but eventually you grew to mean nothing to me."

he told you that he wanted to focus on soccer, that you were dragging him down and slowing him. he told you that he really did love you, he told you that you were a dead weight on him. and then he acted like you never existed. after that, he just left this town behind, left you and his ties with you behind. so why is he here now, asking to talk again?

"rin, why are you here?" your tone became more serious, as the anger towards him that grew over time, started spilling out. you'd see him on television, he made a name for himself, you hated him. you hated what he did to you, and how he threw away everything so easily. but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away from him. you'd thought that it was just a teenage relationship failure, that you could get over it. but it clung to you, haunted you.

rin bit his bottom lip, nails digging deep into his palm. "i..i.." stuttering out of anxiousness, he knew you hated him for what he'd done, and he hated how he got rid of any memory, any remnants of the love you and him once shared, just to focus on soccer. he'd hated how he completely forgot about you. and he knew you did too.

"someone asked me if i'd ever fallen in love before," rin gripped the rusty chains of the swing tightly before letting go and walking towards you. "i thought of you."

soon, he was in front of you, towering over you. frustration built up inside you, but you couldn't resist the look of his eyes, one that pleaded to just listen to him.

"you threw away everything we had, you completely forgot about me. how can you just simply say that you thought of me when you did all that?" the frustration slipped through your voice, revealing itself. you don't know why, you said you were over it, that it would never hurt you again, but tears spilled from your eyes. it fell down your cheeks, as the rims of you eye slowly became redder.

you were on the verge of breaking down completely, crumbling into the shards of your raw emotions. rin could see this, and guilt overtook his heart. your voice shook and quivered, but still, you stood strong, desperate for rin to understand what he put you through, the countless nights of crying in your room, curled up like a ball on the floor, wondering what you ever did so wrong that he had to leave you.

his bottom lip quivered, and he wanted to deny everything, but he knows he can't. "you said you really did love me. then why did you just leave?" your eyes filled with rage, stared at him, asking for a reason.

"i did. i did love you. but i loved soccer more then."

this earned you a scoff. "doesn't give you an excuse to just forget everything, to just throw everything away." poking a finger at his chest, you glared up at him. "rin, i'm done. you left me first, but you came back first. it's my turn to leave you now." with an extra sharpness in your tone, you turned to leave, but rin held your wrist.

"please, please, really just, listen to me."

maybe you shouldn't have, then you would have avoided it.

you stayed.

"i know i hurt you, i know it was uncalled for, and just horrible of me. i threw away everything i ever had for soccer, including you. but i didn't know you were more important to me than 'just a distraction'. i thought about you from time to time, but eventually forgot about you, i was too focused on soccer, on beating my rivals."

rin's eyes stared at you with longing, hoping you would understand what he was trying to tell, that you would hear him out. no matter how hard you tried to resist against the mental restraints on you to leave and never turn back, you couldn't deny.. you missed him.

"i'm sorry. please, give me another chance. i promise, i'll treat you better then i did before, you'll never be a 'distraction' anymore, i'll never throw what we have away."rin's eyes bore into yours with determination, the eyelashes you used to get jealous of complimented it even more.

eyes really were the window to the soul, huh?

"i didn't want to say this, but," rin's ears and cheek turned a faint pink, blush tinged his ears, covering his face with his hand. "i love you. i really do, i miss you."

i missed you too.

you muttered the words so lightly, but rin still caught it. his eyes seemed to have gained a spark, and he looked at you with so much hope in his eyes.

"can we try again?"

rin gripped your wrist tighter, anxious for your reply.

"do you remember the time when we fell in love?"

rin nodded, the slightest smile making its way to his face. "i loved you with all my heart. i've only noticed now, but i still do." your hair framed your face perfectly, and rin couldn't keep his eyes off you. you were gorgeous. "so, you haven't answered my question."

"promise you won't repeat it again."

"i promise."

you reciprocated his action of gripping onto your wrist, only now gripping his hand tighter than ever. rin's hands made way to your face, his face leaning in closer to yours, till your noses touched. he let out a smile, the sweetest one you'd ever seen in you entire life. both of you chuckled, and your lips made contact. he smiled into the kiss, and held you face so gently, but with the intention of never letting you go. your arms wrapped around his neck, ruffling his hair as you two shared a kiss filled with hope, and a promise sealed with it. you two loved each other, if you'd never confessed the love for him that was hidden deep in your heart under all the hatred you had, maybe you wouldn't be drawn back to him.

maybe this could work out again.

Love these dorks

Shidou deciding Charles can be his brother and stick around or whatever is an awesome headcanon to me. But imagine at some point Sae is like why the Fuck is this French teenager in our house again. And Rin of all people but also pxg initiated is like "he's family?"

MIKAGE REO thinks he’s having a heart attack when he finds out you’ve been falling asleep on public transport.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t trust them.

when you decline his offer of letting him pay for uber rides, he has half the mind to snatch your phone out of your hands and key in his card details himself. you don’t have the heart to tell him that private hires aren’t the safest option either.

he wasn’t even supposed to know, nagi just happened to be on the same train as you were and sent him a picture of you slumped in a corner seat. that snitch.

it’s not a play on control when he lightly reprimands you for being careless, and it’s not a show of affluence when he insists on having his chauffeur pick you up moving forward. he just wants you to be safe, and he’ll do anything in his power to keep it that way.

you’re his treasure after all.

taglist. open (link to form) @saucejar @vorukasha @returntothefae @daisy-room @stellar-headquarters

notes. extremely self indulgent because i am guilty of falling asleep on the way home and my friends will not stop giving me shit about it (i live in a safe city i promise)

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

purely self indulgent.

you had to finish a project at your friend’s house so you were gone for most of the day, leaving boyfriend!rin at your apartment with your beloved cat. you hoped that the two of them got along with your absence and prayed that nothing got destroyed because of their quarreling.

8:32 PM flashes at your phone screen as you step up the stairs. finishing the project really took a toll on your body and mental power, all you want to do right now is to go home, take a shower, eat some good food, and cuddle with your boyfriend— if he even allows it tonight. rin’s still not comfortable with physical touch that much so you have to make do with what he allows, which is just occasional cuddle time that only lasts about 30 minutes or so.

you let out a long sigh before opening you front door and leaving you shoes at the shoe rack, you expected your cat to greet you first but to your surprise, your 6’1 tall boyfriend shows up instead. almost instantly after the door chime.

he steps closer, his tall frame looming over you, “welcome home.”, he greets you before enveloping you into his arms and snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, softly inhaling the remnants of your sweet perfume.

“i’m home..”, you giggle awkwardly, not knowing what to do. he’s never initiated a hug before, let alone snuggle into you. this was something entirely new. “uhm, rinnie. did something happen while i was gone? did you and yana fight again..?”, you ask, wrapping your arms around his back.

no reply.

you pout, “c’mon, rinnie, answer me.”, playfully whining as you tap your hands on his back.

before you could say something again, he replies.

“nothing happened ... i just missed you, that’s all.” he murmursinto your neck, trying to muffle the embarrassing confession.

“you … missed me?”

“don’t make me say it again.”, he replies instantly.

you giggle, imagining the adorable pout he has on his face right now.

you hug him tighter, “i missed you too, so much.”

rin smiles, face still hidden. “don’t leave me alone with yana again, she keeps meowing at me.”, you let out a laughterthat makes his heart swell with love. 

“okay, i won’t.”

“you promise?”

“i promise.”