ITOSHI RIN Is Honestly Sick Of All Of The Stupid Lovey Dovey Tiktoks You Send Him. First Of All, He Barely

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I was under the impression that this show would be about soccer but alright

„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.

close enough welcome back haikyuu

Jinshi can't sleep (based on that meme LMAO)

“those stupid things are going to kill you.”

“then i’m going to die happy.”

rin scowls as he watches you hang upside down on the couch, stuffing your face with sour gummy worms. you’re not sure why he always does this every time you have an unhealthy snack, but you pay him no mind regardless. he’s the insane athlete, not you.

this song and dance is familiar to you, so you easily tug the bag away when he swiftly tries to reach for it and pry it from your grasp. a displeased huff leaves him and he grumbles, “i don’t know why you insist on putting that shit in your body.”

it’s clear he’s only like this because he cares about you and your health, but he also doesn’t understand you don’t need such strict restrictions on your diet the way he does. a love language for sure, but one that gets a bit lost in translation.

“my wiggly friends would never betray me, rinnie. one bag every so often is fine,” you say while slurping a worm like a noodle, making him grimace from the noise. sensing the conversation will go nowhere he simply grabs his soccer ball from his bag and heads outside to get some practice shots in.

he’s also positive you don’t see the small smile on his face when you call out for him to have fun and that you love him.

“i swear i bought more of them…” you mumble to yourself, rummaging through the snack cabinet in your shared kitchen.

(snacks that are almost exclusively bought by you apart from rin’s protein bars that have the taste and texture of cement. eugh.)

unsuccessful in your endeavors, you instead head up to the bedroom to ask rin if he did something with them. you don’t think he’d do something like throw them away behind your back out of pure respect for your choices as an adult, but he could’ve accidentally moved things without realizing.

you push open the door, asking, “rin, have you seen my -” his head whips around with wide eyes full of guilt as he haphazardly throws something across the room. from his mouth hangs a solitary string, red and blue and filled to the brim with sugar.

sour gummy worms. your sour gummy worms.

a shit eating grin is already on your face as he groans and tries to defend himself. he doesn’t really have an argument though, not when it was so obvious he was indulging in the very thing he ridiculed you for.

“i don’t fucking - i just wanted to see if they were worth killing yourself over,” he mutters through gritted teeth. there’s no point to even trying, rin quickly realizes as you close in on him.

you lose your mind laughing at him while his ears turn pink. he scoots over with a sigh so you can flop onto the bed, singing out, “rin loves gummy worrrrms!”

it’s so unbelievably annoying, but he finds that he doesn’t mind being the butt of the joke for a brief moment if it means seeing you so filled with joy.

plus, you’re too distracted to notice him grab another pack from his side table and shove a few more into his mouth. a win-win situation, he thinks.

bro when I made the request I didn't know I would be ur first.

Do u mind me making another, since I'm in love with ur writing style.

How about ur fav. Bllk boy getting distracted during the match or training because they fell love at first sight with the reader.

«You’re out of the game, but in your head»

— without gender!reader x sae itoshi, hiori yo, mikage reo, michael kaiser, Isagi yoichi, rin itoshi.

warning: the material may contain romanticized obsessions, as well as elements of emotional embarrassment/confusion on the part of characters

note: ohh it’s so nice. thank you very much for another request!

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Sae Itoshi

Training was normal - hot sun, the smell of wet grass, coach’s screams. Saé moved accurately, gracefully, as always. The ball obeyed him, but the team did not. He was about to get angry when his eyes caught on something outside the field.

No, for someone.

You were sitting on the edge of the bleachers, wearing sunglasses, with your head slightly tilted, as if you were looking at something interesting. Not loud, not the center of attention, but... impossible to get away.

The car stopped automatically - literally during the pass. The ball flew past, and he watched everything.

– What are you, Itoshi? – Someone on the team screamed.

He blinked, turned away, went back into the game - and lost the ball again. It was ridiculous. And annoying. He hated to lose. But suddenly this irritation was replaced by a strange sensation in the chest, as if something had shifted. Cracked.

He looked where you were sitting. And then again. And again.

After training, instead of going to the locker room first, Saé came to the edge of the field. He got up. He looked right at you.

– Hey. You – calm, lazy, but in the voice - intention. – Who are you?

Hiori Yo

The training was over, and he, as usual, lingered on the field. He practiced one gear - soft, precise, almost a dance. Hyory was always lost in these movements, as in music. But today everything is ruined.

First, the feeling of looking. Then, a light wind that brought your voice: you were laughing at something, passing by with a bottle of water and a telephone in hand.

He looked up and... it was like the first time he had breathed in the whole day.

– Who is it? – I asked one of the guys later.

– New girl. They say she’s a cool voice, sings in the band. Just don’t fall in love.

Too late.

Mikage Reo

He loved to shine on the field. Show results. Be a star. Everything under control. Always.

Before you showed up. Not even in the field - somewhere on the side, with a tablet in hand, making some notes, chewing gum, as if you were bored.

And then you looked up. And he collapsed.

Not exactly. He just dropped off the pace, got caught in the ball, got a kick in the leg, something that hadn’t happened to him since he was thirteen.

– Hey, Mikage, you okay?!

– Yes... I... – he took a breath and glanced at you.

You winked. Smiled. And he didn’t think about anything else.

– We have to find out who she is, he told himself as he tied his boots in the locker room.

– And invite her to the concert. Even if it’s the worst date of my life.

Michael Kaiser

He’s always been in the lead. His beauty, his style, his acting. The artist on the field. And suddenly you.

You were sitting with your back to the sun, and therefore your face was half in the shade. But he saw it anyway. Because of your smile. A smile that didn’t say, "You’re cool." It was like, "Surprise me if you can. "

He couldn’t stand to be looked at like this. With a call. With cold confidence.

The Kaiser played boldly, through himself as usual - but made a mistake. Pain in the leg, falling, laughing from the bleachers.

You didn’t laugh. I just watched him get up, shake it off and... swear to himself in German. And then you pointed your thumb. Approvingly.

And that was enough for him to start training harder, faster, angrier.

– You will be my fan. Absolutely, he whispered as he looked at you. – Even if I have to learn three languages and play a fucking musical for you.

Isagi Yoichi

He was focused. The punch is the target. The transfer is the target. The look is on the gate.

And then you showed up behind the fence with a camera in your hand. It was like it happened by chance. And the snap is a photo. He heard the sound, not even knowing why it caught him. He turned.

And I saw you.

You looked at him through the lens, as if you were filming not the footballer, but the moment of truth. And he stopped breathing for a second. Everything inside feels like it’s cramped, but nice.

Who is she? Why does she film? And why... me?

He stumbled. It was the first time in a long time. The team came running, they helped them get up. And you were gone.

After the match he went around the whole field. And found a card on the ground. With your name.

And the signature: "You play as if you are saving yourself from the world. I’m waiting for the next match."

He smiled for the first time all day

Rin Itoshi

Through the noise of the stadium, Rin heard only the beating of the ball and his own breath. The match was tense, he was focused to the limit - every move is accurate, every step is accurate. His eyes were watching the rivals, but suddenly he caught a look behind the stand.

You.

Sat closer to the edge, alone, in a black hooded sweatshirt. Not as a fan, not as a journalist. It’s like you just happened to be here. But you were watching the game. On him. Right in his eyes, like he knew he’d notice.

And he noticed.

The pulse is out. He turns away, but too late - his body has already made a mistake. He loses the ball.

– Yup w... – passed through the teeth and cast a brief glance in your direction.

You smiled. A little bit. Not insolently, not provocatively - just warm. It was enough for Rin to lose focus completely.

After the final whistle, he did not go to the locker room. He approached the fence, bent his head, pulled the bangs out of his eye and said loudly:

– Why were you looking at me?

Yeah, whatever same

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