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itoshi rin

just rin and his cutesy girlfriend who loves it when he does her hair.

his hands are just so nice, and feel so good! the way he gently brushes his slim fingers through her locks, free hand reaching to gently pick up the bow you picked out.

“are you sure it’s this one?” he asks, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. you nod happily, and rin is sure he’ll melt as he moves to tie the bow into your hair.

“so pretty.” he hums after finishing, looking back at your reflection in the mirror as your expression brightens.

your boyfriend, rin, is always happy to help with your outfits, your hair, even your makeup— but he will admit, he feels just a little flustered when you ask him to apply your lipstick for you.

“alright, love. let me just..” he trails off, attempting to appear nonchalant. he’s definitely not nervous. not at all!

okay, maybe he is. but he just wants to make sure his cute girlfriend’s face stays cute— he’s never ever forgive himself if he smeared her lipstick!

however, despite his doubts, rin is actually pretty good. and as time goes on, he’s a pro. easily applying some pretty lipstick over your lips, smiling just a little at the happy expression on your face. you’re so beautiful, he thinks.

masterlist.

note: might make more parts if u want more :3 sorry if this is short / boring!! :((

Two instances where Bachira very bluntly stated “I like you I like being with you I’m happy I met you” and Isagi’s very stunned reaction (or lack thereof due to knowing how to respond)

Kaneshiro pls

Itoshi Rin THE EGOIST

cw. none, except for satoru being disgustingly cute.

to outsiders, your relationship with satoru is as much a blessing as it is a curse. it’s a blessing, because even your mere presence causes satoru’s talking to drop by a hefty 80% at the very least. it’s a curse, because satoru only stops his chattering to cling to you.

he wraps his arms around your waist, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he holds your hands, and cups his own face with them. he tucks your hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheeks together. he’s so utterly enamoured with you, that words suddenly feel unnecessary. and you let him be.

it’s his way of recharging, of finding little bits of peace in a stressful day. so, you allow him to do as he wishes, and simply continue whatever conversation you are having—as if satoru wasn’t currently biting your finger. you dismiss the looks of disgust people throw at him, finding the way he clings to you like a baby koala oddly endearing.

it’s a custom, by now. a custom that’s loved by the both of you, and only the both of you. so, yes—a blessing and a curse. satoru is quieter when you’re around, but in exchange for a (not so) healthy dose of pda.

pick your poison, as one would say.

I'd like to think that you and sae would have the most atrocious digital footprint

summary · you're fifteen and chronically online. sae's fifteen and annoying. together, you're a PR team's worst nightmare.

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you have exactly seven drafts saved on tiktok. six are you dancing. one is sae telling you to shut up.

“can you not,” he mutters, turning his face away from your phone. you’re filming him, of course. again.

“the people need to know the real you.”

“no one needs to see me brushing my teeth.”

you zoom in closer. “he’s camera shy.”

he flips you off with the toothbrush still in his mouth.

you cackle, tapping save to drafts like it’s muscle memory. it is. you’ve been doing this since the dorms started assigning roommates. and even though you technically aren’t rooming with him, you still manage to worm your way into every piece of content that’ll get you both publicly humiliated someday.

not that you care.

you set the phone down on the counter, careful lest sae splash it with tap water, plop on the closed lid of the toilet seat, and lean your elbows on your knees. “we’re gomna be international one day.”

sae snorts.

“no, really,” you insist. “and when that happens, our managers are gonna comb through every post, every comment, every digital crumb of personality we’ve ever left online and regret ever signing us.”

he spits into the sink and pats his mouth dry meticulously, vaguely amused. “you mean they’re gonna regret signing you. i’m normal.”

“sae,” you deadpan, “you started a twitter war with a fan account because they said jude bellingham was better than you.”

“they were wrong.”

you stare at him. “they were twelve.”

“wrong,” he repeats, tone final.

you’re too tired to argue, so you snatch the phone beside yours on the sink and open his barely-used tiktok account. well. barely-used by him. you made it when he refused to download tiktok and you wanted to piss him off.

he squints. “why do i have a video?”

you turn the screen to show him the lone post: a blurry mess of you running, the microphone catching nothing but wind and your wheeze-laughs. in the background, sae sprinted after you, blur of red hair and fury.

amidst the rush of air catching, your voices managed to still be distinctly heard.

“give. it. back!”

“say you love me first!” your shriek echoed through the speaker.

he groans. “delete it.”

you throw him a convicted smile. “no.”

— — —

you don’t get to keep them all.

a year or two later, just as your names start making headlines, your PR manager politely asks—read: forces—you to delete everything. your posts, his posts, your shared posts, even the cute ones where you and him were just innocently trying funny filters.

you used to joke that if either of you ever made it big, your teenage digital footprints would be your downfall.

you were half-right.

your pages were a goldmine of post 2016 cringe. you’d hop on every trend like it was the last oxygen tank on earth—heart-beat-beat-beat dances, slow-mo transitions, and god-awful povs that somehow always featured you looking out a rainy window mouthing “you said you’d never leave…”

sae with his twitter wars, unprovoked beef with strangers about him vs jude bellingham: who's more handsome??? anime opinions, and once, an argument about whether mint chocolate ice cream deserved rights.

they all got wiped up.

both your socials? nuked.

tiktoks: gone.

twitter: locked, deactivated, incinerated.

instagram? scrubbed.

except… they missed one.

sae’s old instagram account that's just floating in the void, quietly haunting the web while the polished, verified one gets all the attention.

it's completely bare, no posts, no profile picture, and a simple username. one might even think it was a spam, random, fan account—unless they did a double take, because just right below the cut was a highlight. just one. titled with a single white heart emoji. you werent sure if you were the one that placed that. you didn’t even know it was there.

it was a photo from your dorm days in madrid. sae still looked boyish then, still had that awkward teenage charm that clung to him in the tail-end of puberty. and you were just as young, just as wide-eyed. he still wore those stupid blunt bangs that refused to grow out no matter how many times he tried. but what caught everyone, even you off guard was the picture itself: sae pressing a kiss to your cheek, and you frozen in an over exaggerated, comical shock—one hand covering your parted lips like a silent film actress. no context. no caption. no explanation.

the internet lost its mind.

the account got unearthed after someone on football twitter went, “wait… did itoshi sae have an old IG?”

the tiktok posts came next.

“he was soft once. ONCE.”

“idk what’s worse, the highlight or the 2016 vibrance filter.”

“someone tell BOTH their PR teams tht account exists.”

“NO WAY SHE USED TO DO TIKTOK POVS AND HE DATED HER ANYWAY.”

you got a text from sae at the crack of dawn, since a handful of your fans were a bit more prominent internationally:

(3:09 AM) sassy man: did you forget to delete my old account?

(3:09 AM) fine shift: did you forget you kissed me on camera and let it live in a highlight captioned with a 🤍

(3:09 AM) fine shift: you're so sappy, sae

read (3:11 AM)

typical. he left you on read. (and you knew he was pacing around the hotel room muttering “shit.”)

but the damage was done. “sae itoshi’s secret soft era” became the fandom’s latest obsession.

you were mortified. but somewhere, deep down—beneath the grown-up layers, the career polish—you were kind of glad. because no matter how far you both got from who you were back then, that little ghost of your digital past still lived on.

and it was kind of nice, being remembered like that:)

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

hii! do you think I could ask for a maybe yukimiya and bahia (and whoever else you want ofc!) with the trend “a boy whose jacked and kind”. I know this trend is long over but i cannot get yuki out of my mind n i feel like he would love this trend ahh❤️❤️

tysmm and have a great day/night :))

ashamed to say this is the first time i’ve heard if this trend lmao BUT TY FOR THE REQUEST 💛

“a boy who’s jacked and kind” trend with them ;

bf bllk x gn!reader

yukimiya kenyu

-> asking you questions the entire time. “is it okay if i put my hands here?” “what about here?” “does that hurt?” “are you okay?” and you keep assuring him that you’re fine

-> raises you up onto his shoulder slowly so that there’s no chance of you falling. keeps his grip secure and his eyes on you as you smile and wave at the camera

-> you blush as you watch the video back. kenyu doesn’t look at the camera once, his eyes only on you as if checking to make sure you’re okay the whole time he’s holding you

-> “it’s perfect,” you say when yukimiya asks, though you know this is one of those videos you’re keeping for yourself only

bachira meguru

-> “you trust me not to drop you?” “yes? should i not..?” “no, you can trust me! i gotchu, y/n!”

-> he does not got you

-> it took a few attempts, and thankfully bachira was able to catch you every time you tipped back over his shoulder, but you got the footage!

kunigami rensuke

-> practices with chigiri, which you film and post as a blooper reel for your video

-> when it’s finally your turn, chigiri films and your boyfriend lifts you onto his shoulder with ease. he gives your thigh a gentle pat before letting you down

-> you are not pleased when kunigami and chigiri’s video gets more views than yours, and chigiri thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world

barou shouei

-> he said no until you told him you’d ask nagi instead. suddenly he’s super eager to help you!

-> he’s pretty stoic the entire time, but he is secure and doesn’t show any ounce of struggle as he effortlessly sweeps you off your feet

-> you’re giggling the whole time, thrown off at the feeling of being so tall, and as barou’s lowering you back down, he drops you into a bridal carry to kiss you before setting you back on your feet

-> “you had to kiss me, hm?” “mhm. make you think twice before you threaten to go to nagi or anyone else for something.”

michael kaiser

-> mf TOSSED you into the air to get you on his shoulder, and you sat there gripping his head for dear life as he flexed in front of the camera

-> “bro, put me down!” “i thought you wanted to do this trend together?” “i might have a fear of heights!”

-> needless to say, people loved the banter between you two and begged for you to make more videos with your “pretty boyfriend”

shidou ryusei

-> he lives to do silly little tiktok trends with you. it’s one of his favorite past times

-> you trust him 110%, even when he says he’s your slipping, despite the fact that his grip has not changed around your thighs

-> “you play too much.” “you know i’d never really drop you~” “yeah. cause you know that if you do, i’m dropping a coconut on your head next.” “!!”

Rin

There are no slow mornings in your household. No waking up to strong arms slung around you, or at least a good dose of morning breath.

Rin is a morning person. He runs before the sun is up, takes a shower, stretches, meditates if he has the time.

Breakfast is usually ready by the time you slip out of bed and you always feel a little like a fish out of water standing next to him, with your bed head and your sleepshirt askew, with your morning breath and body odour next to his freshly showered beauty.

Today, though, you wake up to his face pressed against your stomach.

"Who are you?" You ask, a little out of the loop still, one hand moving through his hair to identify him. Rin's hair is silky and cool to the touch - he loves when you point out that he's got the best hair of the whole team - and it's still a little damp today.

"Shut up," he grumbles quietly.

"Wow, so it is you," you snort, waking a little. "Back already?"

"Hm."

"Did you slip in the rain and come back inside?"

"It's not raining."

"Did you catch some weird flu?"

"I'm perfectly healthy," Rin points out, his words ghosting his hot breath over your skin. "I can come back to bed when I want to."

"You can. But you never have."

"I know."

"Are you feeling guilty?" You blink down at him. The lack of response is a response. "You are."

"You said it yourself," he grumbles, "Last week. How you feel like we're living different lives. I don't want to live a different life."

"Oh, baby," you slide your hands through his hair and move his head so that you can see him, so that you can lean down and kiss him. It's awkward and stiff and your back protests, but you manage, his lips cool against yours. He tastes like toothpaste.

"You're a morning person. You can stay a morning person. I love you for the fact that you're willing to slip back into bed, but if you promise to kiss me at the kitchen table every morning, you can do your stuff until I feel ready to wake up."

"Every morning," Rin points out, shuffling around until you're face to face. "Staring today." He slips out of bed with a kiss to your temple. "I'm making breakfast."

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