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OUR SPRING

PAIRING. chigiri hyoma x m!reader

SYNOPSIS. school gets overwhelming with constant rumours and accusations, thankfully someone is willing to help. but what happens when this mutually beneficial agreement escalates into something more?

GENRE. social media au, fake dating, idol / actor au

AUTHOR'S NOTE. this is my first smau series so i'm not too sure about how to do this, but i'll do my best. i'm looking forward to writing this so i hope it doesn't disappoint <3

TAGLIST. open

profiles

chapters

001. rumours

002. hate

003. perfect

004. dating

005. chemistry training

006. music

007. disappointment

008. found not guilty

009. flowers

010. creep

011. news

012. cringe

013. bros before hoes

014. denial.

©kouyun : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

veneration.

PAIRING: scaramouche x reader

GENRE: canon-compliant. belligerent romantic tension, flirting but not quite flirting, the trope of helping the other get ready for an important event.

TW/CW: slight spoilers for 3.2 archon quest (although it was literally revealed in the livestream so idk if it counts as spoilers).

A/N: boo, I'm alive (sort of.) I can't believe I'm writing for emo pinocchio, much less simping for him (yes, @x-zho and @byeol-ssi you read that correctly),,,, but HEY IF THIS DRABBLE GETS ME OUTTA BURNOUT DEPRESSION Y NAT COCONUT

"How fares your one follower, Lord Harbinger?"

The Balladeer pauses in the middle of what he's doing, a tangle of energy tubes falling around his ankles like an undignified noodle dish. Your voice is carefully, perfectly even, your eyes steadily fixed on your book as if nothing was the matter.

"Haypasia? Well, she's the first of many to come, so of course she is someone of great prestige in my eyes."

He enjoys the faint flicker in your eyes, choking back a taunting smile as your grip tightens on your book. To say that he held affection for you would be staunchly denied, but there was nothing Scaramouche delighted in more than to wear your nerves out.

"As she should be. Never forget the service she has done you, sir."

"And what of the service you owe me?" He retorts. "I don't recall summoning you here just so you could sit and recite pretty words to me while I do all the work."

An exasperated sigh and a slight rustle as you get up from your chair, followed by the echoing sound of your footsteps as you began climbing the stairs to the head of his soon-to-be divine vessel. "I had assumed that you wouldn't want my assistance until I was called for."

"I'm sure Haypasia would have willingly volunteered to assist me." Scaramouche remarks idly, tracing a finger along the polished metal. "When it comes to loyalty to me, I'm sure that that girl is second to none."

Silence, just as expected. Your face is pristinely neutral when you reach the top of the stairs and place the book on the floor, but he knows better; he knows how the blood surges in your veins in not-quite-jealousy, how the air catches in your throat at the thought of someone being better devoted to him.

Up until now, the Balladeer had had a hard time finding an edge over your nonchalant nature, with any sharp jabs left blithely ignored or rebutted, with no room for nonsense— for out of all the people who dared test their bravery by working with him, you were one of the few who had remained mostly unaffected by his short temper.

But with a certain researcher in the equation, it seems that he had a new — and most entertaining — way to push your buttons.

"You shouldn't have tangled up the tethers like this, sir." You kneel down to untangle the mess of cables at his already-tethered feet, your hair falling forward to conceal your face. "The Doctor would not be pleased if something were to malfunction tomorrow due to something as minor as this."

He stands stock-still as your hands trace along the length of his arm, searching for where to attach the cables to his wrists and shoulders, your fingertips brushing against his back as you check for any loosened tethers; to an outsider, it would seem that you were merely performing the duties of a faithful assistant. But every move and word was choreographed, designed to bring out your true intentions under the guise of professionalism.

"Tell me," The Balladeer asks, a taunting lilt to his voice. "What sort of book are you reading that distracts you from my glory?"

"Just something I picked up in the Grand Bazaar." You reply, and soft hands brush against the sides of his neck, reaching to safely tether him to his vessel. "A book of short essays and poetry, written by some obscure but well-read author."

"What sort of poetry?" Scaramouche keeps his gaze locked on yours, pretending to be unaffected by the way your arms enclosed the air around him, the close proximity between the two of you. The fun part of the game was to never reveal your hand of cards, after all.

"The usual; some about life, or loss. The seasons, and some about places the author had been to." Your eyes briefly flicker to meet his. "Love poems, too."

He cannot help but smirk, knowing full well at what you were playing at; the two of you had an unspoken agreement, a mutual push and pull as you aimed to tear each other's heartstrings out and have the other dancing in the palm of their hand. "Care to recite one, then? I'd like to see if you can actually spew pleasant words for once."

"If that is what the Lord Harbinger wishes," was your response, your gaze drifting away to focus on adjusting the tethers on his hands and wrists one last time. "There is one piece that I particularly enjoy; allow me to retrieve my book so that I may read that to you."

You were clever— he had to admit as much. This very well could have been your plan all along, to grab his attention with a book that you were certain would make an impression on him; he would not put it past you to have made such a bold plan.

But since the Balladeer was soon to achieve his lifelong goal, he was feeling generous tonight— he would indulge your little schemes for today, just this once.

"Ah, here it is." You straighten up, the pages rustling as you flip to the correct page. "This essay is rather long, but this particular excerpt is my favourite."

Scaramouche watches as you begin to pace back and forth aimlessly, your lips parting to take a deep breath in preparation... and he waits. He waits for the next move in the chess game, for his turn to come.

"Look up to the stars, and remember the light in my eyes." One finger traces idly along the page, your eyes following it intently as if to bore a hole through the paper. "Look to the east, the rosy dawn, and think of my lips, sweetened with the honey of memories with you."

"But furthermore, evermore, I beg of you, my darling..." Your feet shift to wander towards him, stepping closer and closer till you were only a few paces away from where he stood.

"...Look at me and only me forevermore." You recited, tilting his head upwards with the edge of your book, your warm breath fanning his cheeks as you leaned ever-closer. "Are these the sort of words you'd like to hear from me, Lord Harbinger?"

"Hah." A chuckle escapes his mouth before he can stop himself— really, truly, this was all too entertaining! "That all depends on what I am to you."

"What I am to you is the same as what you are to me." For the first time that evening you smiled, a mirror of the same smile he had now; the air of both challenge and taunt hidden behind the guise of a pleasant expression. "I wish you good luck on your promotion tomorrow, Lord Harbinger."

This is so bbg im so kilig rn

A Foreign Feeling Called “Love”

pairing: riddle rosehearts x male! reader

cws: homophobia, internalized homophobia

notes: i’m so sorry for disappearing from tumblr for two months i forgot my password. but hey masc presenting riddle stans, here’s some crumbs for you. riddle-centric fic but (Y/N) is in it idk how to explain it. written in second pov in the beginning then third pov in the middle (reader uses he/him). i might make a part 2 where riddle confesses to the reader if anyone wants it

—

Riddle always thought he was straight. His mom had always said that she wanted her son to marry “the perfect girl” and would constantly bring this up. He’s never had feelings for girls either, but he simply believed he was a late bloomer in romance. Oh that girl over there is cute? I mean she is, but he’d never imagine dating them.

Riddle’s lack of romantic interest had stayed with him up until he got accepted into NRC. During his first year, specifically the entrance ceremony, someone had caught his eye. That someone was you. Yes you, the person who nearly knocked over the dark mirror. Yes you, the person who dropped their magic pen and fell on top of Riddle. Yes you, the breath of fresh air Riddle needed. It was a funny story really.

—

Riddle had been paying no attention to the ceremony before your accident. You had just gotten sorted into Heartslabyul for whatever reason, and nearly knocked over the dark mirror after walking away.

You panicked and held the mirror in place afterwards. Riddle had a look of shock on his face. How could someone be so careless? How could someone be so clumsy? How could someone look so cute when flustered? Wait… cute?

Had something awakened in him? Riddle was twiddling with his thumbs trying to grasp on how he thought you could be- well- cute! And plus, you were a guy. Boys can’t like boys, he’s always been taught this… Those thoughts clouded his mind, but were immediately interrupted with the feeling of falling down and a sudden thud.

On top of him was a red flustered face. Your lips were quivering with embarrassment while your hands were clammy. Your hands and legs trapped him beneath you, like a predator catching it’s prey. Riddle noticed all the details of your face in those 10 seconds.

Your beautiful eyes gave him all the attention he had ever wanted. Your lips were so kissable, he just wanted to comfort you and pepper you with kisses. Your cheeks were oh so red, and he had wanted to touch them and feel the intense heat.

He couldn’t talk though, he was sure his face was more red than yours. Riddle felt his own heat that covered his cheeks. This feeling of embarrassment was different than before. This feeling of thinking, and now seeing this person was so new to him. Such a foreign feeling had a special place in his heart.

“I’m- I’m so sorry! Please forgive me I tripped on my magic pen and didn’t watch where I was going and I tripped and I really didn’t mean to fall on you!” You had explained in a hurry.

You got off of him after you apologized, realizing the whispers amongst the crowd. The snickers you heard, the small teasing. They meant no harm really, they just found this hilarious. Truthfully this woke them up.

Riddle has gotten off of the floor and dusted off his robe. Cheeks still red, he looked at you with annoyance. Yes annoyance, this had to be the feeling he was feeling. Not love, right?

“Please watch where you’re going next time, or else it will be off with your head…” Riddle said while averting eye contact.

You apologized once more and were pulled away from him.

“(Y/N) (L/N), I would expect better from a new coming Night Raven College student!” Headmage Crowley had scolded.

(Y/N)… that was his name. Riddle would have to keep it engraved in his memory.

Since then, you’ve always been on his mind. He had you in a few classes and would always get reminded of the time you were on top of him. That mental image of your flustered face never left his mind, no matter how much Riddle tried forgetting it.

And with being in the same dorm as you, he was bound to see you. Sometimes he would see you in the common room studying. Other times he’d see leaving for classes.

You always seemed uncomfortable around him though. That was partially his fault though, he made it seem like he hated you after that. Every time Riddle would walk towards your way, you’d always walk the other way or would be as still as a statue.

He never thought his first year experience would be like this. Riddle was worried that you hated him instead. His feelings for you were so fuzzy, he couldn’t understand it. So he went to his best friend Trey Clover for some help. Surely he’d be of some use.

—

“Yeah you like him.”

WHAT?! No, there was no way he would be in love with another boy. All his life he’s been taught that this is wrong, this is disgusting. Although he’s never felt love before, maybe he could try this. What no, what is he thinking?! He’s gross, he’s disgusting, what would his mother think?

“I’m sure I do NOT like him, Trey.”

Trey simply rolled his eyes and sighed.

“The way you explained it to me made it seem like you have a crush on them. I mean, no one explains the person they dislike as someone you want to “hug and comfort while wiping their tears”. Sounds like you’re in love.”

The hugging and comforting while wiping his tears part wasn’t gay. He just wanted to comfort him whenever he was stuck on homework and looked like he was about to cry. Not gay.

“I’ve- I’ve never felt love before. And either way, (Y/N) is a boy. I can’t be in love with- with another boy!”

Riddle was fighting with himself inside. On one hand, he did enjoy (Y/N). He enjoyed seeing their behavior from the side, noticing all the small things he did like slightly tilting his head when he was confused. He also gripped his pencil harder when he had a hard time on homework. Oh and (Y/N) also covered his face whenever he was embarrassed and it would always be the cutest thing… but he wasn’t interested in men.

“Riddle I know how your mother feels about same sex couples, but they aren’t gross or disgusting, they’re just themselves. They’re just like us, they just want to love the people they love normally without feeling shunned.” Trey explained while comforting Riddle.

Riddle never thought same sex couples were gross, he only thought of himself as gross if he were to ever like another boy. His mother would always express her potential hatred towards him if he were ever gay. He was just scared. Scared of disappointing his mother. Scared of being shunned from the world.

“I know- I know Trey. I just need time to think about this whole thing. Thank you.” Riddle said while leaving.

Trey simply waved, knowing Riddle would need some time alone.

—

Riddle entered his dorm room and flopped onto his bed. Love is so weird. It’s so gross. It’s an icky feeling, why would people like it so much?!

He grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. These emotions are so weird. They hurt his head too much, he just needs to focus on his studies. His mother would be disappointed, wouldn’t she.

Riddle went back to seeing you at the entrance ceremony. You were something fresh, something new. You were yourself. That’s what he liked about you. Your quirks reflected your true self, one some people wouldn’t know. On the surface you seemed air-headed and impulsive, but after taking one good look at you, you were far more than that.

Fuck maybe this was love. Riddle still feels gross about this. Defying what he was taught all of his life in a matter of a few months. It would take a lot of time and self-love to accept this, but Riddle didn’t have the energy to do so. He had his mother he needed to make proud. So the best solution would be to push down these feelings.

—

A week passed after his talk with Trey. A full week of knowing he liked (Y/N). He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t take seeing you in the hall or in classes. It hurt his head, but more importantly it hurt his heart.

That all had changed after one fateful day. The day you had talked to him after alchemy class. Riddle was packing up his books and felt someone grab onto his wrist as he was leaving.

“R-Riddle Rosehearts…! I um- I need to talk to you!” You stumbled out with the same flushed face that never left Riddle’s mind.

Why would (Y/N) want to talk? Didn’t (Y/N) hate Riddle?

“W-What do you need (Y/N)?” Riddle asked, staring at (Y/N)’s hand, still grabbing onto Riddle’s wrist.

You sighed and covered your red face with your free hand.

“I want to be friends! Wait no I- I don’t hate you I swear. I know you always look at me whenever we’re in the same room, I really hope you don’t hate me or think I’m annoying. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever made it seem like you hate me. I just thought you’d never want to see me after the entrance ceremony, so I tried to distance myself from you…”

Riddle had melted inside. You were so caring, so sweet. You didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable so you never talked to him.

It took Riddle a few seconds to think of an answer to you. From (Y/N)’s end, all they could see was the flushed shocked face of Riddle Rosehearts.

“I- Well I never hated you as well (Y/N). I just- just don’t know how to respond to certain situations.”

Just like the entrance ceremony, he averted eye contact. (Y/N) smiled, and brung his other hand to clasp Riddle’s wrist.

“Then are we friends now?” (Y/N) asked excitedly.

Riddle couldn’t say no to his adorable face.

“I suppose we are.” Riddle responded, still red.

Yup, Riddle was definitely in love.

I LOVE THESE TWO SM

[ mikage reo ]

you sat across from the famous football player, staring at him blankly as he slurped the last few drop of his iced coffee obnoxiously, staring back at you almost as if he was trying to annoy you. after finally being done and letting out a loud annoying sigh, he blinked. “hi.”

you shut your eyes for a brief second, taking in a deep breath while trying not to come up with at least fifty ways to murder him as you attempted to fully register the situation. “nagi, it’s three in the morning.”

“mhm.”

“i haven’t spoken to you in years. why are you here?”

“i had a fight with reo.” he said bluntly, moving the straw around his cup. the ice moved inside loudly, only testing your patience further. he seemed as if he was done talking, but the sharp look you gave him made him pout and before he continued, finally stopping the noise. “we live together, i couldn’t stay with him.”

“and you decided that instead of staying with any of your friends, isagi, chigiri, barou, bachira— you decided to pack, somehow track me down and come over without notice?”

“i couldn’t stay at any of their homes,” he rolled his eyes as if you were the idiot. “let me explain this, [y/n]. when a kid has divorced parents and he fights with one of them, he goes to stay with the other.”

you needed a cigarette and you didn’t even fucking smoke.

“…did you just say that mikage and i are your divorced parents?” you asked, bewildered. he nodded casually, leaning his palm on one hand as he stared at you. you leaned back, massaging your temples in pure frustration. “are all football players this insane?”

“probably.” he shrugged. “i also forgot my phone and wallet, so you will have to pay for me until i decide to go back. oh, speaking off, can we order takeout? i’m really hungry.”

“nagi.”

“…yes?”

“get the fuck to bed.”

his eyes seemed to fill up with amusement despite the dramatic sigh he let out as he got up, staring at you expectantly. you gestured to the room at the end of the hallway and he nodded, poking his tongue out before he walked away.

you passed out at the kitchen table that day, wondering what the fuck to do with the man child in your guest room, and woke up the next morning by someone poking your cheek. “[y/n]. [y/n]. [y/n]. [y/n]. [y/—“

“say my name one more time and i am disowning you,” you muttered blankly, voice thick with sleep as you buried your face deeper into your arms. you heard him snort, but you ignored it, sighing. “what?”

“i ordered takeout because i can’t make breakfast and i didn’t want you to kill me if i woke you up to cook. where’s your wallet?”

you pushed yourself up with a light groan, looking around until your eyes fell on the backpack you usually took to your college. you gestured there vaguely and he immediately dragged himself towards it, pulling it open harshly before he grabbed your wallet, frowning. “this is an ugly wallet.”

“die.”

“you’re a very bad parent.” he hummed. you narrowed your eyes at him as he pulled the door open and paid, accepting two pizza boxes before he mumbled a ‘thank you’ and shut the door quietly, looking towards you after. “wanna join for breakfast?”

you sighed, pushing your aching body up. “why not?”

after you two silently ate while he intensely watched a full two-hour youtube video about all possible theories behind his favorite game, you finally turned to him. “i have three questions.”

he blinked. “only three? you’re a changed person. what are they?”

you rolled his eyes. “one, when are you planning to return?”

“you could at least pretend you’re happy to see your ex-boyfriend’s best friend after years.” he muttered, sulking, before sighing. “friday night, we have a match saturday morning.”

you nodded slowly, then paused. “how are you planning to piss mikage off if he doesn’t even know where you are?”

he blinked. “oh, i didn’t think about that. give me your phone, i’ll send him a photo of us together.”

“i don’t have his number.” you informed blankly. he raised his eyebrows, and you raised one in response. “what?”

“he still have your number saved in his favorites with, like, a million heart emojis. you’re cruel.” he muttered monotonously, snatching your phone either way. you watched closely as he opened instagram and logged into his private account before he leaned into you, poking his tongue out as he snapped a picture. you poked your tongue out as well just to humor him, both your faces blank, and you snorted when you saw his caption.

like parent like son.

“last question.” you hummed. he groaned loudly, and you raised an eyebrow. “just one and i’ll let you stay over without complaining for the next few days.”

“shoot.”

“what was the fight about?”

he paused for a second, two, three, then, “i don’t want to talk about it.”

you stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed, glancing at your watch. “okay. i have to get ready for college, so make yourself at home, i guess.”

he seemed surprised that you let go of it, but you didn’t overthink it, getting up and going to your room. god, you needed a hot, long shower. after getting everything ready and so, you walked back out into the living room, where nagi was watching another game analysis video on your TV. yet, he seemed to be sulking a little more, and you sighed at your own words in advance.

“hey, nagi, wanna sneak into my college and attend classes with me?”

“sounds like a hassle.” he deadpanned, glancing up. you hummed, turning around, before a thud echoed as he rolled off the couch, followed by a groan. “hold on, i’m in.”

you snorted.

before you realized, it was friday morning, and as much as you hated to admit, you were going to miss nagi. you two had gotten close when you were dating reo and tended to pull a lot of all nighters together playing nagi’s favorite games, which got you really close. however, after the breakup, reo had really pulled back and cut off all contact, which you guessed had included nagi as well when the taller player stopped talking to you.

“morning,” nagi yawned tiredly as he walked into the kitchen, where you sat on your phone, greeting him with a hum. “oh, did you pack your bags already?”

you blinked, pausing, before you looked up. “what?”

he blinked back. “did i forgot to tell you? you’re coming with me.”

“what?” you hissed, eyes wide. “what do you— i’m not going with you.”

“i already have your ticket, don’t let me get a refund!” he whined, slumping across of you. “i got it when i booked mine.”

“and you are just telling me now?”

“i forgot.” he deadpanned. “now go pack.”

“i have college.”

“you told me you have a week-long break. go pack.”

“i’m not staying with you.”

“i’ll book a suite for you in the most expensive hotel, just please go pack!”

“…i fucking hate you.” you muttered, pushing yourself up before placing a plate in front of him. he took a huge bite as you walked away, and you could hear him hum at the taste before talking.

“love you too!” he yelled back.

that night, after you two got on the plane, he decided to inform you that he had also got you a vip ticket for the game the next day, and he was so lucky you couldn’t murder him with that much witnesses around.

you had the same feeling as you watched the players walk into the field on saturday night, sipping on your drink while waiting trying to calm your nerves. it had been years since you saw reo, and you were definitely not ready to see him again. you would be lying if you said you didn’t put effort into your appearance for the night, but who wouldn’t?

before you could completely prepare yourself, your eyes fell on an annoyingly familiar mop of purple hair, angrily whispering something to nagi. nagi gave him one of his famous blank looks before he turned around and met your eyes, and you immediately glared at him.

‘do not!’ you mouthed clearly, well aware that he could see it, and his lips only twitched up before he nonchalantly pointed in your direction, and you glared at him.

that fucking traitor.

reo turned around in an alarming speed, eyes wide as he did so, searching the crowd almost desperately before his eyes fell on you. you had managed to compose yourself enough to go back to looking bored, offering him a lazy wave when your eyes met, and he only turned back quickly towards nagi, waving around vaguely as he said something that caused his team members to all look at him, eyes wide.

chigiri asked something and nagi pointed back at you, and you swore you could cut his damn finger off if you could as almost the entire team turned to you in sync, eyes wide, and you offered a peace sign this time, face blank as you poked your tongue out.

the only one who saw the humor in this was nagi, who snorted and immediately got smacked by reo, who was sharply avoiding looking in your direction. they all offered bewildered waves and you turned back to sipping on your drink, waiting for the stupid match to end so you can get back to your hotel.

they won, fucking of course, and you immediately slipped out, shooting nagi a text once you made it back to the hotel congratulating him. you got a simple ‘:x’ back and snorted, decided to take a relaxing bath before going to grab a coffee for yourself.

and so, hours later, you were finally ready, dressed nicely and humming quietly as you grabbed your phone and wallet, pausing once a familiar voice echoed in the hallway. you walked towards the door, quietly pressing your ear against it, and heard someone suck in a sharp breath. “you can do it, you can do it. this will go okay, you can totally fucking do this, you can—“

you shut your eyes and breathed in deeply as an attempt to calm yourself down before opening the door, eyes immediately meeting widening purple ones as reo stilled. it was silent for a few seconds until reo took a step back, forcing on a practiced smile that you easily knew was fake.

“hi,” he spoke, voice smoother than you had remembered, and held a bouquet of white roses. you arched an eyebrow, face still blank as you accepted it, and he laughed awkwardly, shifting on his feet. “apology on nagi’s behalf.”

“it’s okay.” you responded calmly, carefully setting them aside. “couldn’t leave my child, after all.”

he cracked an awkward smile, but remained silent until you glanced back at him, and he gestured to your outfit. “going, uh, somewhere?”

“coffee.” you replied bluntly, and then internally grimaced, sighing before you spoke again, already regretting your words. “…would you like to tag along?”

“yes.” he agreed eagerly, then paused, skin tinting just the slightest. “i mean, uh, if you would like me to. i don’t mean i don’t want to, i do, but only if you—“

you would be a huge liar if you deny how you enjoyed being one of the very few people who can get reo to break his collected, charming rich boy filter. “reo?”

he immediately shut up, blinking, and you couldn’t help but think about how he resembled a lost puppy. “yeah?”

“let’s go.”

(you, later that night, shot nagi a reluctant ‘thank you’ text, one he responded with a ‘:p’ in reply for before casually informing you that there was no argument, just a small disagreement about reo being too much of a cowards to reach out and that he was just bored. you unsent your ‘thank you’, and he sent a ‘bad parenting :c’ back.)

I LOVE HIM SM ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

“𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞” (Rin Itoshi)

-> comforting your boyfriend after he stared a little too hard in the mirror (978 words)

I read in rin’s “day in a life” that he hates his face because it resembles his brother’s and ran with it :>

Reverse comfort, insecurities (rin), sae is shit talked here what a shocker, cursing, abandonment issues, implied artist reader, itoshi rin needs a hug

“I hate them.”

“I think they’re pretty, Rin.”

The Itoshi brothers hardly bared any resemblance to each other when it came to looks. The elder, Sae, had red hair on the messier side, with slicked back bangs and a slim build. The younger, Rin, had dark flat hair, bangs kept down and a slim build with more prominent muscles.

The one feature they had in common? Their eyes. Bright blue eyes with prominent under lashes.

Rin hated his eyes.

“They look just like his, don’t you see?” Rin grumbled as he walked away from the full length mirror in the room’s corner.

“All I see are my boyfriend’s pretty eyes, no one else’s.” You countered. Rin merely rolled his eyes in response. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you only saw his eyes, it was that he couldn’t see them as his.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only see his eyes as Sae’s eyes. He was the older brother, so they were his first.

It was just another trait that tied him to Sae, that’s all they’ve been since the night of their argument.

“Come on Rin, talk to me. You know I’ll always listen.” You patted the spot next to you on the mattress. Usually, Rin would be doing yoga by now. But tonight was different, he couldn’t concentrate on it.

He pondered for a moment. Averting his eyes from the rolled up yoga mat, to you, back to the yoga mat, and to you, again. He wasn’t thinking, he was only seeing. And what he saw were two very different distractions from the aching feeling in his chest.

One would train his body and mind, but it’d only fill his thoughts with getting better at soccer- being better than his brother. Someone he wanted to forget about more than anything right now.

And the other would put his mind at ease- his soul at ease.

It wasn’t a competition to begin with.

You noticed the way Rin’s face softened, shoulders dropping when his eyes met yours again. “There there… you can come here and relax now, Rinnie.”

He crawled into the spot next to you before turning over to face you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled, but that was the last thing you cared about right now.

“I wish he never left for Spain-“ his voice cracks. “things would be better. Everything would be better, easier.” You feel his jaw clench and tremble, he sharply inhaled.

“It’s okay to cry… I won’t judge or tell anyone.” Your words were all he needed to let go. Before either of you knew it, hot tears were streaming down his face, landing against your skin.

"Even if I beat him, would he still acknowledge me?" His voice cracked again, your heart cracking along with it. But you wouldn't tell him that in a million years.

Itoshi Rin hated showing any signs of weakness. He hated being vulnerable.

For him to be breaking down in front of you? It took all the trust and faith in you he had. You both knew that. The last thing you wanted to do was to make him feel guilty for letting everything he bottled up out.

But you did want him to feel the care you had for him.

"If your brother won't acknowledge you even after you prove how much more skilled you are than him, then at that point... it's on him." Rin's eyes looked up at yours, checking your features to tell how sincere you were being. "It's on him for missing out on having such a talented younger brother." You concluded.

"I want things to go back to the way they were... and I wanna be able to look into the mirror without hating everything about my face." The last part shocked you a bit. You always knew Rin was insecure about his face, but he'd only ever talk about hating his eyes the most. To hear him admit he hates his entire face...

"Rin, Look at me."

"Huh?"

"Look at me."

Rin lifted his head from the crook of your neck, looking you dead in the eyes. "Looking..."

You cupped his cheeks, swiping your thumbs over his tears to wipe them away. A faint pink hue dusted his cheeks at the intimacy, but he didn't mind. Not this time, at least. He lifted his hand up to lay atop yours over his cheek.

He worried if he let go, the moment would end, and you'd be gone.

"I think of your face whenever I'm sketching, painting, anything. You're my muse, Rin. I don't see beauty in any of my art without you as my inspiration." Your tone was sweet and gentle, the opposite of what he's used to when speaking to anyone.

"Your jawline is perfect... just like your nose, lips, everything." You traced a thumb over his lips, never letting go of his face. "And your eyes... your eyes are the most beautiful pair I've ever seen in my life. And your eyelashes are just so pretty."

By now, tears were spilling out the corner of Rin's eyes again. Never in his whole life has he felt so... loved. And just like before, you wiped his tears away with a soft smile on your face.

"I... I love you. I love you so much." He choked out.

"I love you even more, Rinnie."You giggled.

"I still think I love you more, though."

"Alright, we aren't doing this tonight. You know I love you more."

Rin smiled. The sight of him smiling was enough to make your face break out into a grin. You pulled him closer, holding him tight against your torso as he found comfort in the crook of your neck once again.

That night he fell asleep happy with himself for skipping his nightly workout.

This is getting me back to my aib era

I come to your aid, my dear writer!

an idea would be an adhd!gn!reader that always manages to survive, but no one understands how.

they get distracted easily, can't concentrate for too long when someone is explaining the plan, and start wandering off to explore, etc.

everyone think they survive only thanks to the rest of the group

but chishiya is the only one who sees the truth (reader finds important clues at early stages of the game while wandering off, they try to explain what they believe is the right answer (normally being the right answer) but no one manages to understand what they mean because reader doesn't explain their full thought process or forgets to add context, asking simple questions out of curiosity and sometimes helping the group realise stuff, their previous fixations on random hobbies being useful, etc)

also, the reader is usually calm and unbothered about the situation, always in a good mood

people underestimate them a lot

gn reader with adhd x Alice In Borderland

It was time to play another game, you had only two days left on your visa which left you with no other choice. Hatter teamed you up with Kuina and Chishiya, something that made you feel safer. You drove to the location of your assigned game, a mansion in the Aoyama area, one of the wealthiest in Tokyo. You enter the entrance hall and each grab a phone off the table. In the room are two other players waiting for the game to start. A man fitting the aesthetic of the area, wearing an expensive watch and an even more expensive-looking suit is tapping his foot impatiently on the marble floor. And a posh older woman who could easily be your grandmother, fidgeting with her pearl necklace. 

Chishiya immediately starts analyzing the people and the room while Kuina greets the other players. The registration closes and an arrow appears pointing to an opening door, everyone hurries inside and the door closes behind you. On your phones appear the ace of clubs and a voice starts explaining the rules. “Game: escape room. Find clues and get out of the room in time.” You laugh “An ace? We’re definitely gonna ace this” you look at your friends to see if they got your joke, Chishiya rolls his eyes while Kuina snorts. They got used to your humor by now but you never skip the opportunity to make a cheesy joke to lighten the mood. 

“Thirty minutes left.” You look up at Chishiya as he begins speaking: “Okay, the room is big so let’s split up to cover the ground faster. Share everything…” You look around the room as your attention is pulled to a big bookcase. You tilt your head to read the titles. “I loved this book, ooh, Kuina you will really like this one!” “... and lastly we need a code to open that door.” Chishiya ends his little instruction talk. Everyone splits up to look for clues, the room is basically a large living room. Decorated with lavish couches and baroque art. After scanning the shelf with books you notice an aquarium with a small turtle. You smile as you watch it move, becoming hypnotized by the cute animal.

Meanwhile, the others were searching frantically for the key that would open a box. You got taken out of your trance when someone yanked you backward. “Search the fucking key you idiot” the posh asshole swears as he grips the front of your shirt. Immediately Chishiya and Kuina come to your aid. “Look violence isn’t gonna solve this game, so leave him alone” Kuina speaks. The guy lets go of you and points at the box, “We need a key to open it, search for it.“ You take it from Chishiya’s hands and examine it. It’s a wooden box, decorated with flowers, one flower stands out, a carnation. “Hey, Kuina did you know that a green carnation used to be a symbol to show that you were queer. It was popularized by…” You rush to the bookshelf as the others stand in confusion, your fingers trace the names of authors until you find the one you’re looking for: Oscar Wilde. You take it off the shelf and read the title. “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” you exclaim “I loved this book! The way Wilde portrays the dark side of humanity…” “Y/N!” Kuina signals. “Oops sorry. Does anyone have a knife?” “I do” the old woman proclaims while waving her purse in the air. She pulls the knife out of it but hesitates to hand it over. “What are you going to…” Chishiya snatches it from her before she’s able to finish her sentence. “Just trust them.” 

He gives you the knife and you walk determined towards the portrait hanging above the fireplace and slash it. Behind the canvas a key appears, you grab it and toss it at Kuina who opens the box. “Ten minutes left.” The box contains a riddle that gets rapidly solved by Chishiya, the riddle leads to another clue. It keeps on going like this and it looks like you were almost there. You slowly gravitate back to the turtle. 

“Five minutes left” the voice chimes. Behind you, the others cheer because they found the final code. You join them as Chishiya types it in. The door opens but you were met with another one. A sorrowful sigh left the older lady and the man punches the wall. The door was beautiful, so would have been escaping but you could just as well admire the craftwork that went into making the door. Beautiful curves, leaves, a turtle. A turtle. “One minute left.” You reach for the wooden turtle and start pushing it. It moved. You copy the unusual trail of the actual turtle, which had made you so interested in it in the first place: a triangle. 

The door opens and everyone leaps through just in time before the floor collapses. You look at your friends in shock before grinning widely. “I fucking love you y/n” Kuina sighs as she pulls you into a hug, Chishiya pats your back “Well done.”

notes: I hope you enjoyed it! it was fun writing a reader with adhd and putting some of my own special interests in it ;) (queer history)