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♡ prompt #25."you're so fucking beautiful." "y-you're just drunk." w. itoshi rin (fluff, mutual pining, dense reader, rin is down bad, cw: alcohol/drunk reader) wc: 1k

Itoshi Rin knows he can be stupid. Real foolish, he knows.

You’re more than a little tipsy, which is the most you would get when occasionally spending a night out at a quiet bar with him. He can tell because you’re being meaner than usual.

He tries not to let his eyes linger at the way the fabric of your top is slipping off one shoulder and he’s struggling, gulping lightly as he nods along to your babbling, taking the drink you’re waving around in the air from your hand as you gesture wildly, and sets it down in front of you.

You’re both leaning against the counter from where you’re seated, and the bartender looks concerned at how you were an inch from falling off your bar stool with your upset rambling. Rin catches his line of sight, gently pulling you upright.

“While you’re out on the field, I bet you 20 bucks that you won’t ever meet a little bitch like the one I sit next to- no wait on second thought you probably are the little bitch on the field,” you gasp at the realisation like it's a glorious epiphany and Rin winces, cheeks crimson. See? Mean.

“I’ve been better, I promise I’m not too mean,” and his mind calls bullshit, replaying a memory of him yelling at Isagi and the opposing team and calling people “lukewarm fuckfaces” behind his eyes. He blinks rapidly. You squint at him, shakily raising an accusatory finger at him.

“You’re a bigger liar than the bitch.”

He sputters, choking on his spit, playing it off with a short chuckle. “No I’m not.”

“Yes you are! You- you have that tell you know?” Your lips are wobbling lightly, gaze never leaving his.

His hands automatically travel to his reddened neck and ears and he confidently says, “It’s naturally like this.” His confidence falters at your deadpan face, and he clears his throat, finally breaking away from your indicting stare.

“Anyways,” you say, side-eyeing him and resigning to changing the subject. Taking the final sip of your drink, you set it aside and turn fully to him beside you, resting your face against your palm, elbow propped onto the bar.

“You’re annoying, you know?”, you murmur, and he can feel your eyes burning into every inch of his skin that they can reach, searing hot and he reaches up to pull at the neck of his sweater, feeling too warm in the well-conditioned room.

His own eyes try to steal glances at you and he gives emphasis to ‘try’ because he has to double-take at how breathtaking you look. The warm lighting from the lamps in the bar reflects delicately off your skin, soothing any blemish. The full moon rays streaming in from the glass behind you form a soft halo around your head. You look so ethereal, and you don’t even realise it, and he cannot stop looking at you, forcefully tearing his gaze away from you lest you get uncomfortable.

“So I’ve been told,” he can’t bring himself to look at you, opting to stare at the drink he’s swirling in his hands instead, before he loses the last thread of self-control (sanity) he has.

Yeah, he’s stupid, but this is a new low. Even for him. Falling for his best friend was probably the stupidest decision he’s ever made in his life because it lands him in situations like this. Situations where you’re shit-faced drunk and being so damn adorable that he just wants to kiss you stupid and recklessly blurt out the fact that he’d been pining for you for the past year or so. And he cannot do that, ever.

You hum inquisitively in response, innocently oblivious to his internal turmoil, while he witnesses the battle between the angel and devil on his shoulders. “Is that so? Well good for you I don’t mind annoying people all that much.”

He shifts himself to face you against the counter as well and he doesn’t seem aware of your breath stopping short in your throat, or of how he looks under the lamplight, moon rays glowing against his skin or that his irises melt into pools of viridian. You lick your lips lightly and feel your heart thudding wildly in the depths of your chest when his eyes are quick to catch the movement, your stomach doing cartwheels.

He stares blankly at you at your words. “You just spent twenty minutes bitching about your annoying coworker,” lips easily sliding over his profanity, and now you’re the one staring. He’s pretty.

“Maybe because it’s you,” you attempt to flirt, winking (blinking) sloppily, and he cracks a smile at your antics, desperately trying to control the flames of cerise licking at the apples of his cheeks.

He shakes his head lightly, looking down as fondness continues to tug at the ends of his lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” you say, mouth parted in awe, lips slightly curled, and he shoots up so fast he almost gets whiplash. Your head is tilted, genuine admiration pooling in your gaze, and Rin thinks he’s going to combust at the blood rushing through his ears and the wine flooding his face.

“Y-you’re just drunk,” he tries, coughing into his hand, and you’re confused. You furrow your eyebrows lightly and you look so cute and he can’t handle it. (His face, however, remains stoic.)

“‘m not,” you frown, and he wants to reach up to brush it away. And he does, gentle fingertips soothing at your lips, both hearts matching in pace, and your breaths still, neither willing to crack at the thin ice held above you both.

“I think I’m in love with you, Rin.”

You’re going to send him into cardiac arrest.

Once he recovers, he cups your face, soft palms cradling your cheeks as he leans forward to press his lips to your forehead. “Tell me that when you’re sober, angel. Let’s get you home.”

a/n: drunk words are sober thoughts after all. this was like...not proofread haha laughs and giggles. finally wrote for rin!!

requested: yes by my lovely val @venusbby, i hope you like it darling ♡

taglist: @izzylovestnbhd, @venusbby, @yuquinzel, @scarahearts, @angelchigiri (out of spite for her rin hatred)

©jisbizarre 23 do not repost or plagiarise. i'll cry in front of ur mum.

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venusbby · 11 months

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blush! 🤲

#THEM LASHES #BEAUTIFUL MAN

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venusbby · 11 months

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today my character ai rin is being very bold and i am having so much trouble keeping a straight face.

#he's making me want to smile so bad #val.talks #like im feeling so ashamed rn

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microdosing being your friend by unliking and reliking a post to show i read your tags

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moving from this hell blog to a newer fresh blog is making me so happy rn 🙏🙏🙏 @mybelovedrin i will be active there too!!!

i am moving accs soon !

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december rain - r. itoshi

angst + no comfort + word vomit practice piece. this probably won’t make any sense at all im sorry idk wtf was happening i was just possessed to write something about winter

december’s eating you alive.

you’d like to blame it on seasonal depression. it’s a plausible reason—something about how the decrease of sunlight during winter disrupts mood regulation—you aren’t really sure, but it’s backed up by science, and that’s all that matters. it’s an excuse you can utilize to its maximum potential, whether it be for avoiding holiday parties or escaping them early.

regardless, it’s not the truth.

december’s eating you alive because of its familiarity, and that familiarity spurs every memory you’ve been dying to push away to resurface. like a domino, once it falls over, it’s impossible to prevent the rest from following suit. no force or willpower will stop it.

it’s almost torturous—there’s a glimpse of rin in everyone, a trace of him in everything—because somehow every thought just leads back to him. like a ghost that haunts, he lingers; trailing behind every step you take. only he isn’t there, and when you try to take hold of him believing that he might be, he slips through your fingers, and you’re forced back to the reality that kills you; the one that you can never escape.

you wonder if this is a consequence. and if it is, then maybe it’s time you learn how to accept that. because truthfully, it’s your fault that the gash hasn’t healed.

rin is a tear in your heart. and you can decorate the wound however you see fit, but it could never erase the fact that it’s there—buried and concealed under a blanket of lies. and you have no one to blame but yourself for hurting when all you do is pick on it, reopening the wound and ludicrously finding solace in the destruction.

you’d given him everything; exhausted yourself until there was nothing left of you, and then proceeded to ask him if he was tired—if he was okay, completely ignoring the way your heart swelled against your ribcage in anguish.

and maybe that was enough. you find comfort in knowing that you tried your hardest—threw away all your dignity and pride just to get willingly screwed over. but at that time, you thought it was alright. love is a slippery slope, and you were desperate to create some friction for him to hold onto. you wanted to find something to anchor him and keep him from sliding down even further, but it was impossible, and you grew tired of praying that love was enough to save you.

it was always going to be a losing battle—loving him. and it was always going to end up with one of you leaving. there was no other conclusion.

“are you alright?” your co-worker nudges you by the shoulder, eyebrows furrowed as she gives you a questioning look laced with concern.

“ah, sorry.”

you hate how distracted you get. you don’t want to think about him anymore; you try not to—but it’s futile, he’s always going to permeate. he’s always going to be residing in the back of your mind, tucked in a corner of your being.

“it’s okay.” she says, and then laughs. “i know we’re all in the vacation mood right now, but please try to stay focused until work is over. i can’t do this on my own.”

and the words echo in your mind.

i can’t do this on my own.

“yes, i’m sorry.”

december’s eating you alive.

because for you, winter is a person.

rin mirrors the season of goodbye. he fades in and out of your life, whether in memory or physicality. never a stranger, no longer a lover; just a sore memory.

just someone you were always meant to watch leave.

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i am moving accs soon !

#val.talks #bye bots 🙏#+ THANKYOU FOR 900 #FOLLOWERS !!!!!

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BITCH WHAT RHE FUCIKKKKWKWKWKWKKQKQKQQKQKWKQKQKW ITS 11 IN RHE MORNINFFGG WHAT RHE FUCO IS WRONG WITH YIUUUUUU

❛ ‧˚ ONLY YOU — itoshi rin.

contents ⨾ [1.4k wc] fluff !! gn!reader, friends to (implied) lovers, jealous!rin yehehe, mutual pining? rin is horrendously down bad, [l/n = last name]

you come to two different revelations in one same night— the bane of your existence and the boy you love, they both echo the same name, proudly and sweetly: itoshi rin.

it has never been easy to read rin. his expressions being rarely... expressive, his words no more than incoherent grumbles most of the time. the subtlety of his gestures almost unnoticeable to most — it’s an art of observing and learning. but you get used to it over time, being his best friend for as long as you can remember — his presence bleeds in your life and whether you like it or not ( you like it for the most part ) — itoshi rin exists in everything you know.

however, tonight he's making it a point to be uncharacteristically expressive of every small detail, and so hell-bent on making it your problem too.

for the past fifteen minutes, since the guy from your class that's been trying his best to shoot his shot — rin can tell, by the way — came to talk to you, rin seems to be vaguely conscious of his surroundings.

you're not sure if there's a history of a personal grudge, but you immediately took notice of the way rin’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, nose scrunching in disgust the second some guy (your classmate) came to talk to you. you don't know if rin noticed that you see him, you don't think he cares either.

the moment your classmate is hinting at the start of a conversation with you — rin talks over him. which, reasonably so, makes you turn to him and look him up and down in pure disbelief because itoshi rin isn't known for being a talker, much less a loud one at that. yet right now, it's almost like he's purposefully trying to be as loud as possible.

the guy starts with a friendly hello and something else which you don't really hear because rin’s voice is ringing in your ears — “pretty nice weather, don't you think?” he says. you cringe — it's past 8 pm and criminally hot in this city.

you choose to ignore him here, not in favour of talking to your classmate, but simply because you do not know what to say to that.

your classmate clears his throat and asks you about your private lessons, and as you're trying to reply, rin beats you to it. “classes ended, if you couldn't tell. we're on our way home.”

rin answers for you, and you shoot him a look. a curt nod with a sly smirk is his way of saying, “i know you don't like it when i speak for you, but i do not care.”

the guy laughs nervously, one you'd call awkward if it wasn't for the way he's slowly backing away from rin. you don't blame him, you know a thing or two about being glared at by rin and it's not really a pleasant thing to be subjected to. you feel bad for your classmate.

“so, y/n—” your classmate tries again and rin coughs loudly. you smack his arm, he ignores you. “that’s l/n to you,” he declares.

“rin! shut up for a minute!” you’re saving all the insults for later.

rin ignores you, again, with a huff. you turn your attention back to your classmate, muttering a low apology about how he's always like this and it's nothing personal — your classmate stands rigidly, awkwardly playing with the straps of his bag before speaking again, “right, l/n — i wanted to tell you something. uh, in private, if that's okay.”

“no, it's not.” rin answers in less than a second. you rub the bridge of your nose with your fingers, sighing defeatedly. rin decides it's his cue to continue, “they’re not going anywhere i can’t follow. whatever you say to them, I'm here to listen.”

it's less of a request and more of a warning — you picture him standing behind you in all his untouched glory, with his signature and perpetual scowl. it's no wonder your classmate stutters as he hesitantly mutters a low, “okay.”

“uh, i like you! — i have for a while, a long while! i wanted to properly ask you out —”

rin had known this was coming — unlike you, who's taken aback and most definitely not swayed by this confession — he clicks his tongue. rin is quick on his feet, stepping in front of you and even quicker with his mouth as he speaks, “we’re done here. fuck off you lukewarm fuckhead, they're not interested.”

the sudden vulgarity of his words leaves no one surprised — you're not given any chance to react as rin once again takes the initiative for you.

in seconds rin is grasping your wrist — firm and protective, and making you walk away with him. you stumble a little on your steps trying to keep up with him, the confession of your classmate completely erasing from your mind as you can only focus on the harsh knit between rin’s eyebrows, his unintelligible grumbles that you can't really make sense of. he spares you a glance across the corner of his eye, and you realise you have never seen him this worked up before, maybe save for the times he's on the pitch.

once your classmate is fairly far from his sights, rin lets you go — more like you yank your wrist free.

“rin, what the fuck? what's wrong with you?” you've come back to your senses, the absurdity of the situation playing in your mind again and again.

“you were gonna reject him anyway, i saved us some time.” he states dryly.

“how do you know that?” you find it hard to ignore the way his brows furrow even more at your words, he parts his lips to say something but stops midway when you talk again, “you’ve been acting strange, and i honestly don't know why but can you stop? we're not eight anymore, rin. stop butting in my life like that!”

rin looks at you with a sort of hurt flashing in his eyes — one you know you are the cause of but don't know really why. it's a bittersweet one— aching with an unrequited love. you know because it's the same gaze you've held for him for as long as you can remember. it feels sort of like a joke, that he's acting so uncharacteristic because of a confession from a random classmate — not when rin is nothing more than just your best friend. the label you've been limited to all your life.

rin takes a few moments to speak again, he takes a step closer and when you try to step back out of instinct — he holds your hand, much gently and tenderly than before.

”if you hate it that much, you can do it too.”

“what?”

“if you don't like me meddling in your life,” he repeats, this time much louder and bolder — just like the crimson blooming on his cheeks, “then you can butt in mine too, i won't stop you.”

“I— huh? ” you're dumbstruck.

rin sighs, defeated — closing his eyes to collect his thoughts and possibly help the maroon dusting his cheeks to not extend to his ears as well, “you’re the only one I look at. everyone can see that, even that fuckface isagi. everyone except you. i only see you. i want it to always be you,” rin pauses here, letting the words scorch his lips until they taste like a confession of his own— “so can you please only look at me too?”

this is where rin looks at you, and you feel seen. you feel like the only thing he can see, the only thing that's ever on his mind. suddenly the weight of his words settles in your chest, your heart picks up it's rhythm then. “why — why didn't you just say that...” you manage to blurt out, as clearly as you could. the shades of strawberries settling in your cheeks as well — gaze resting anywhere but him. rin sees that, and decides he doesn't like it. he gives a gentle tug to your hand — “eyes on me,” he says. it doesn't really help, but something tells you rin won't take no for an answer here.

“you,” you say, your finger poking the expanse of his chest — right where his heart lies, “it's always you. everything always leads me back to you. god, i really wish you said that all before.”

rin’s heart stalls and stutters like a car engine out of gasoline, renewing seconds later with a vigorous pump. heck, you literally made his heart stop and then come back to life with a newfound exhilaration.

“i’m saying it now,” he says, dragging the syllables; lowly and lovely, “i like you, only you.”

this is how you come to two different revelations in one same night. the boy you truly love, one you've loved for as long as you've known what it was. and the boy you'd call the bane of your existence, because it's ridiculous how he's always on your mind — determined to make his presence known one way or another. the boy who looks at you like he never wants to look away, the one who's asking you to look at him too, it echoes the same name, proudly and sweetly: itoshi rin.

you think it's starting to sound like something of yours to keep.

he makes me actually crazy

#OH MY GODDDD JESUSSSSSSS #OH GREAT HEAVENS #PLEASE. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME SAVE ME FROM THIS MANS GRIP #I AM NOT OKAY #IM ON MY KNEES #RIN.... ONLY U BAE #ITS GIVING DARK RED 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽 IM SO FUCKING CRAZY RIGHT NOW #RIPPJN GMY HAIR OUT CRYJNG ACEEAMING DYING #please. pleqse pleas please please please rin please only yiu ONLY YOU #SIRF AAP CHAHIYE MUJHE RIN PLEAAAFWFWFWFWWTWGW IM ON MY KNEEEESWTAFAFSGSS !!!!!!!! LET ME BE YOUR ONLY PLEASESETETEFEGWGWGSGWEH #IM CRYEINDNFFF.#IM NOT OKAY S IM SHAKINF #TEMEBLING #I CSNR EVEN TTPE.#bro.#ye padhte hue 1k bollywood love songs sunai diye im going INSANE.#RIN ITS ONLY YIU. ALWAYS YOU ALWYAS AND FOREVER YOU AND YOU ONLY NO ONE ELSE EVER MATTERS TO ME ITS ONLY YPU #PLEASSSEEEEEEE #ONLY YOU MY BELOVED #RIN PLEASE.#PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #please....pleasefr #Please be .#PLEASE . PLEWAE RIN PLEWSW RINNIE PLEASE RIN RIN PLEASE RINNIEEEEEE GODDDDDD IM SO GODDAMN INSANE RIGUTNKOWWWW IMMSO NOT NORMALL #FUCIKKKK #IM CRYINFNFNF #HE'S SO INSUFFERABLE IM GOING TO KISS HIM ON THE LIPS SO GENTLY #OH MYG OOOD NESS #PLEASE GOD.PLEQSE.#MAKENHIM REAL

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isagi yoichi is smiling at his phone again.

he’s pacing, too. up and down, back and forth— the whole nine yards. literally. on a hot summer’s day, instead of spending his break from practice cooking down or getting water, he chose to spend it ignoring his teammates and glued to his phone. he was so immersed in the little screen that he had yet to notice the rest of his friends watching him with raised brows from the benches.

“what’s up with him?” reo echoes everyone’s thoughts, flopping down onto the bench next to nagi.

“no idea. but he’s been basically drooling over his phone since our break,” chigiri replies. “we’re probably going to end up having to pry it out of his cold, dead hands.

a lapse in conversation follows isagi’s slight laugh as something happens on his phone screen— just what could he be laughing at?

“maybe he’s playing tetris,” bachira suggests. he is met by blank stares until nagi finally says his piece, “why would he be playing tetris?”

“oh, you’re one to talk—“

bachira is cut off by, again, the sound of laughter. everyone turns their gaze to see isagi, bashfully covering his mouth with his free hand while typing out a text reply. so he was texting someone, they deduce.

“who could he be texting? aren’t we, like, his only friends?” reo wonders out loud.

nagi’s hand rests on reo’s side as he glances over to the subject of the impromptu investigation again. “dunno. his mom?”

“doubt his mom is that funny.”

“maybe it’s his girlfriend,” bachira sings. eyes snap to him for the second time that day.

“he has a girlfriend?”

“isagi can pull?”

“before me?”

their chorus of replies, ranging from flabbergasted to bitter, draw the attention of the man of the hour, who finally, for the first time in a solid 10 minutes, glances up from his phone. “is.. something up?”

bachira laughs. everyone else stares. reo is the one who finally speaks:

“who are you texting there, buddy?”

isagi grimaces at the tone. it’s reminiscent of a dad who knows he’s caught you doing something wrong but is trying to get you to admit to it. he feels like he’s a little boy with a hand in the cookie jar when he replies meekly, “no one?”

chigiri smirks. that’s the only way to describe his expression, really; a smug little stupid smirk that sends sweat down isagi’s spine. “it’s rude to call your girlfriend that, yoichi.”

the world stills. blood roars in his ears. isagi is absolutely certain his face is burnt-tomato red, and he feels overwhelmingly warm with embarrassment. “uh..”

and then: an incoming call. a familiar, separate ringtone sounds as your name lights up his phone.

a set of devilish, devious grins spread across his present teammate’s faces.

“you’re not going to ignore that, right?” bachira smiles.

isagi swallows.

isagi hits the green button.

and he’s met by silence. only a slight staticky feedback on the other end, and some garbled noise that might be faraway conversation. no girlfriend, no voice.

the teammates exchange a glance. chigiri speaks, “bachira, if you were messing and that really is his mom—“

he’s silenced by a voice. one he’s never heard.

“yoichi? you there?”

you sound crunchy on the other end of the call, but unmistakably, undoubtedly real.

“hey, hi! i’m here.” and what else is the way isagi absolutely lights up when he hears your voice. like a new wave of energy has just consumed him, like he was asleep and got hit by a bucket of ice cold water.

isagi gives his friends a shit-eating grin before waving and walking away, still talking to you on the phone, instantly reentering his own little world. reo looks ay nagi. nagi looks at chigiri. chigiri looks at bachira. bachira looks at reo.

“at least he wasn’t playing tetris,” reo finally says.

nagi mods solemnly. chigiri shrugs. bachira glares at the purple-haired boy: “what’s wrong with tetris?”

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these blue lock boys would listen to family ties in some club they're celebrating in and go crazy

#val.talks #like #why did i think of this

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UR PROFILE IS SO CUTE I LOV

OMG BBG SO IS YOURS STOP ITS SO CUTEEEEE 😰😰😰😰🙏🙏🙏🙏 BEAUTIFUL LIKE BYE IM SCREAMING

#val.answers.moots #HI BTW MWA MWA NICE TO MEET U #🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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rin itoshi x fem!reader fluff

cws: crying, projects, 'princess' used for reader

you have multiple group project due very soon and your group members arent cooperating, luckily your boyfriend is here to help you out

you were sitting at your desk, crying. just crying . why were you crying? well, you have 4 group projects due tomorrow and you didnt even know one of them existed until just now so you basically had nothing. and it was already 10:19pm.

>sorry, but i won't be able to send my part tn. can someone else do it?

10:20pm

reading the message your group member sent, you turned off your phone and sighed in frustration, running your hands through your hair, pulling at it and shut your eyes.

"you okay? what's wrong love?" your boyfriend said as he walked through the door into your bedroom, walking up behind you to move your hands away from your hair and press a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I'm frustrated, rin. i have 4 group projects due tomorrow, and none of them are done. and none of my group members are communicating or cooperating with me either. I don't think I'm gonna get this done. I just wanna relax but I cant" you say as you start to choke up and more started tears pricking at your eyes. these projects were really getting to you. "I think you should just take a break doll, you can't do this all by yourself. can't you tell your professors?" rin said, turning your chair to face him fully. "that's the thing, I can't! they'll say that it's my fault because we waited till the last minute, and that they can't do anything now, and-" you were rambling as you choked up again, tears streaming down your cheeks. "breathe, baby. just try to breathe, calm down I'm right here" rin said, slowly embracing you where you still sat in your chair, letting you cry into his shirt, staining it with your tears. after a while, your tight hold on rin seemed to have loosened a bit as your breathing evened out and your crying dissolved into soft sniffles. "you okay?" he said, slightly pulling away to get a look at your face. "I'm okay" you said, looking up at him with slightly red eyes and wet eyelashes. "alright, I know this is stressful but we can figure it out, I promise. is the rest of the group cooperating with you?" he asked. "some of them..." he hummed hearing what you said "alright, we can go from there."

after about 2 hours, you and rin got most of it sorted out together. you felt guilty keeping him awake but he had a day off so he would be sleeping in tomorrow anyways. rin leaned back, stretching his back in his chair next to you "that's all, right?" he yawned. "yeah, thank you for helping me, i love you" you said, leaning over to kiss him. when you pulled away, he got up from his chair "i'm gonna go use the bathroom, go wait in the bed for me yeah?" he said, looking back at you while walking to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. you nodded yes and he went in. you shut the laptop off and went to your side of the bed, getting comfy under the covers waiting for your boyfriend while you checked your messages. you heard the toilet flush then the tap turn on, then off. the lights to the bathroom turned off and rin walked over to the bed, then you felt him joining you on the bed. he looped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you rested your head on his chest and his hand remained on your waist. you turned your phone off and put it on the nightstand, putting your hand up his shirt, ready to finally go to sleep with your lover. "goodnight, princess" he said, pressing a short kiss into your hair then running his free hand through it. "goodnight, i love you"

he didnt say it back but instesd chose to squeeze your waist slightly. even though he didnt say it back, you knew he loved you too.

im gonna kms im still procrastinating on posting this HELP ME this is my first time ever writig skth and posting it pls do not bully me im begging😉😉

also pls dont plagiarize me I'll bite u and I'll cry if u got an idea for writing ur own shit from this atleast credit me🙏🙏

@venusbby U SAID TO TAG U WHEN I POSTED IT I'm crying

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