ITOSHI RIN ; He Promised He Would Never Make You Sad. Even New Promises Can Be Born Out Of Broken Ones.

✎ᝰ ITOSHI RIN ; — he promised he would never make you sad. even new promises can be born out of broken ones.

࿄ ! warnings — gn!reader except for the usage of ‘girl’, angst & lots of comfort. sfw! / note. my first time writing for rin so go easy on me :,} he makes my heart so warm. enjoy lovies <3

arguments with rin were akin to a battlefield. it hurts more than anything when he spits venom in your face, relaying words that should never be said by a man to his woman.

perhaps it’s the fact that you know him so deeply that reassures a hopeful part of you - a part of you that loves the dark, teal-hued haired man. it’s so tumultuous the way rin can go from zero to a hundred in seconds and suddenly, you’re walking on egg shells around him.

this time though, he knows for certain he’s fucked up. he can see it in the way fat tears run down the softness of your pink cheeks, and in the way that you relinquish all your weaponry, baring only a white flag and your soul:

“you’re right, rin. what do i know?”

it’s been a day and half and rin feels like hot garbage. he’s taking advantage of every half time to see if you’d message him first and his fingers always hover and twitch over the keyboard before the screen inevitably turns dark at his lack of activity and all he can see is his own tired and regretful face staring right back at him.

it was always you who'd reach out and, while he would seldom admit this to anyone, you were a constant in his life, the one person who understood him better than even himself. and now, he could feel you slipping out of his grasp, feeling a sense of despair creeping in.

he’s moving like he’s on auto pilot for the tedious remainder of his practice and he’s realised that you both haven’t gone this long without speaking in a long while and it sucks. why wouldn’t you understand that he’s a working man? he - you both knew that this was complicated. he was a professional footballer now - on the precipice of surpassing his older brother, and could you truly understand all the pressures and expectations that came with it?

rin doesn’t even know the answer to that anymore. though, what he does know is that he’s treated a good girl bad. and he’d be damned if he let his inferiority get in the way of loving you like you deserve.

“rin? you good, bro? you look like shit.” says isagi and rin scoffs before grabbing the black haired man by his shirt and pulling him close.

“what the fu-?!”

“tell coach i’ll be right back. something’s come up.”

rin speeds out the building before anyone can protest, taking nothing but his desire for you. he just hopes he gets there on time.

but it’s not like you’re doing anything particularly profound yourself. having called sick from university for a second day in the row, you’re eating leftover curry from the nights before... the nights when you and rin were cuddled up and you were spoon feeding him this exact meal.

you couldn’t stop the tears from dribbling down your face and right into your bowl. you hate that idiot. you hate that your heart beats for him and him only, even though he makes you feel like this on the bad days.

‘but there shouldn’t be any bad days,’ you think and the wrists of your sweater mop up any salty tears and snot from your face.

you can’t help but wonder if this was a sign from the universe - if you were destined to go your separate ways, to become nothing more than distant memories of a simpler time, a time in which rin would’ve ate glass if it meant he’d never see you cry again.

“you don’t have to do that, idiot,” you giggle, “though it would be a good punishment. are you manifesting that for yourself?”

rin shakes his head that’s kneading against your bare tummy, your t-shirt having been ridden up so he could press his cheek against the warm skin of your belly.

“just shut up… i would do a lot of things so that you’d never cry,” he grumbles cutely, ears red and you run your fingers through his hair as he lets out a puff of air.

“i’ll hold you to that, rinnie.”

three hard knocks against your front door throws you out of your reminiscing and you quickly wipe and pat at your face as hard as you can to brush away any remnants of a sadness-fuelled crying session before padding away to open at the door.

“hi - oh.”

you don’t know why you’re so surprised to see him but to see him like this? all sweated up, out of breath and pink in the face were all symptoms that were reserved for his football practice. the rin you knew would never sacrifice his prime training hours just to see you-

“just give me a minute. you - you don’t have to let me in. but i just wanted to say i love you, y/n. and you deserve better than - than, i don’t even want to say it,” rambles rin, who’s short of breath and he doesn’t know if it’s from running all the way over to see you or if it’s from trying not to get distracted by how devastatingly gorgeous you look, even when he’s the reason for your heartbreak. you’re wearing the sweater that he got you and your eyes are all doe-eyed and glassy and your plump lips are pursed together.

“but i’ll say it anyway because it needs to come from me. you deserve better than me. and i’ll still want you regardless, even though i don’t deserve you. and i’m sorry. i’d still eat glass even if you want me to but it still wouldn’t be enough. i’m sorry.”

rin exhales loudly and closes his eyes for a moment so he doesn’t have to see the hurt on your face but all it does it prevent the anticipation of seeing your arms fly over his waist.

“you’re such an idiot, rin,” you sob, face stuffed in his jersey and he all but wraps two strong arms around and rests his face into your hair, wanting - needing to be engulfed by everything that you are.

“i still hate you for making me sad,” you say, all muffled and sniffly and he breathes out a little harshly at that, wincing but he knows he deserves more than a few pointed words from you.

“i hate myself for making you sad,” he murmurs and you sniffle even more.

“you should definitely eat glass after this,” you mumble and rin presses his lips into the crown of your head and hums.

“as long as it’s made by you.”

“shut up… you should, sniff, go back to practice,” you whisper after pulling your face from the comfort of your boyfriend’s warm and toned body.

“you’re sure you don’t want me to stay?” rin frowns and for the first time in almost three days does he see a beautiful grin take up your face and he has to stop himself crumbling into the floor while you nod fervently.

“seriously, you should go. i don’t want to be the reason why bachira and isagi start going off on you,” you giggle and rin’s lips upturn slightly and he lets out a half chuckle.

“yeah, you’re right. but i won’t be too long so… wait for me?”

“…ok,” you bite your bottom lip and rin holds back the dire urge to kiss you but given the circumstances, he decides not to overstep, already elated that you still want him in spite of his behaviour.

he nods again and goes to leave the vestibule of your home when you pull his arm back.

the dark haired man turns to look at you in confusion, “what-” but he is merely interrupted by your hands that grab at his neck and the push of your lips onto his own.

the way rin kisses back in reciprocity is almost instantaneous and too wild for you to keep up as his hands splay themselves across the small of your back to your waist. your mouth tastes like a faint hue of katsu curry and even so, rin can’t help but slot his lips over yours. you eventually throw your arms around his neck to get impossibly closer to the man and even though he’s smells vaguely sweaty, you can’t help but be addicted to the scent anyway. especially when he holds you like he can’t get enough of you and it makes a fire rumble in the pits of your belly.

“i don’t hate you by the way,” you say when you break apart the kiss to whisper on his lips and he hums, all placant and appeased from being in your arms.

“i know,” and rin leans down to kiss at you one last time and you push him away playfully.

“you should definitely go now. they’re gonna be on you when you come back,” you twinkle and rin can’t help but mirror the soft expression that sits on your face.

“i’ll see you later, y/n,” he nods, taking your knuckles to his mouth, and the action makes you roll your eyes and he smirks this time around.

“okay, okay, i’m gone.”

when you finally get to shut the door behind you, you saunter off to the couch to see a notification light up your phone.

rinnie <3: on my way back. i love you.

a salty droplet hits your phone screen but this time, it’s not a cause of sadness; more so, a cause of adoration for the idiot. your idiot.

you: i love you too, rinnie :) have a good rest of your practice!

the striker has missed approximately 30 minutes of practice by the time he languidly strolls through to the pitch and multiple sharp eyes land on him - despite his attempt at blending in to make it seem like he never left.

to say that the guys on the team lambasted him would be an understatement. rin makes a mental promise to never induce sadness in you again, lest he face the wrath of his annoying teammates. though he doesn’t really care what those idiots think.

he’d run out of a million more games if it meant he needed to make things right with you.

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“Ink my promises onto your skin” ♡

-jujutsu kaisen tattoo shop au! x gn! reader

|| You decide to get your first tattoo today. As nervous as you were, the presence of the extremely attractive tattoo artists quickly dispersed your anxiety

pairing : megumi fushiguro, geto suguru, gojo satoru, maki zenin, inumaki toge, yuuta okkotsu x gn! reader

genre : fluff, suggestive-ish on gojo’s part

tw/note : mention of needles and blood, i wanted to make this au bc it was fun, i don’t know much about tattoos but i tried my best, if i missed anything, please inform me

words : 2.5k

You reluctantly opened the glass doors to the sketchiest looking shop you’ve ever entered. Your friends decided to dare you to get your first tattoo, which is why you were here. Of course, you were against the idea, but after looking at several cute designs and staring at the ones your friends had..getting one shouldn’t be too bad right? Minus the sharp pain of the needles and possible skin diseases you’d contract, at least your body would have cute little designs on it so you could end in style.

“No..I can’t do this—“ You turned your heel to back away when the chime of the doors made you freeze. “Are you coming in?” A monotone voice of a male rang into your ears as you looked back. Damn he was pretty. Now that the door was opened, you could see a bunch of people inside curiously peeking outside the door right at you. ‘Don’t they have anything better to do??’ You thought. Well you couldn’t just leave now can’t you. And that was the story on how you became entranced to receiving your first tattoo.

Megumi Fushiguro || Tired receptionist

You read the plastic name tag on the man who called out to you. “Megumi Fushiguro” it said in bold letters. He stared at you dully, as if wondering if you were just going to stand outside and waste their precious time and air conditioning. “If you are making an appointment, come in” Was all he said before opening the door a little further. Well now saying “no, I’m sorry” would just be an embarrassment to you. So with no other choice left, you slowly dragged your feet inside to confirm your reservation.

The receptionist- or Megumi as he calls himself, looks through the files with a calm and unbothered feel to him. You noticed he had a soft looking face, sharp eyes and eyelashes no extensions could replicate. Dream man for real. Despite working in a tattoo parlor, he wasn’t how you expected him to be. He barely had any markings on his skin besides a small design on his inner wrist. It was..two small dogs? You stifled a laugh when he raised his arm to stretch because how could such an intimidating looking man have such an adorable tattoo? This obviously caught Megumi’s attention.

He was unimpressed by how you laughed. “Ah no- I just thought your dog tattoos are cute! Do you own some?” You smiled awkwardly. Megumi nodded as he signed you in, motioning his one free hand to the two dogs huddled in the corner. Your sudden fixation on them had him looking up from his screen, observing how your gaze became sparkles and your body basically begging to hug those bundles of fur. Oh yeah this man was distracted. Usually people didn’t care when he mentioned his dogs, he was glad someone showed some appreciation for them.

“First tattoo?” He asked, to which you sheepishly nodded. Megumi didn’t utter another word before he stood up from his chair to lead you to the back area where there were a few tattoo artists waiting with their equipment. Before heading back, you heard him mutter something with a small blush you could see if you look close and squint

“If you’re nervous, I could call my dogs over for you. They make great company and..I could be too”

Geto Suguru || Your assigned tattoo artist

Well hello hottie. Was what your mind immediately thought when your eyes set on the gorgeous man who was simply disinfecting his tools. He had long black hair tied in a man bun, some strands falling on his face that were equally as attractive as his physique. Sleeveless shirt which revealed his tattoo sleeve and neck tattoo. The mysterious man who’d been silent all this time, smiled warmly at you when you were (embarrassingly) caught staring.

“Call me Geto, I’m your artist for today” He patted the open seat to welcome you. You didn’t know what it was but you walked to that seat like your life depended on it. Geto was cautious in preparing everything, making sure that the items were all set. Despite having an intimidating exterior, his hands were gentle, especially with how he handled anything fragile. “Don’t be scared, it may pinch though” He tried to reassure you, but your clammy hands and that large needle he held was not making anything better.

“What design would you like?” He asked and you showed him a simple design and he grinned, muttering a small “cute” under his breath. Your heart did flips inside but you did your best to conceal it. Diligently, the man started to draw sketches on your arm where you mentioned you wanted the tattoo to be. His large, slightly callused hands wrapped around your arm in a firm grip to keep him from making any imperfections. No, your nervous shaking did not help. Could you be blamed ?? This hot as hell man was inches away from your face with his arm holding you tightly.

He pulled away after the sketch was completed, switching over to his needle. Your slight flinch didn’t escape his notice. He leaned closer whilst using the fact he was using rubbing alcohol on you as an excuse to brush his lips against the shell of your ear

“Calm yourself down, my darling, we wouldn’t want any imperfections on your body, now would we?”

Gojo Satoru || Wishes he was your tattoo artist

From the second you entered, there was a strong feeling that there were eyes on you. Your suspicions were confirmed when for a split second, your eyes locked with the blue ones hiding behind a set of sunglasses despite being indoors. You were curious but Megumi was already leading you to get your tattoo done. You could have sworn there was a visible pout on the mystery man’s face when you were assigned to Geto instead of him.

“Ah~ Suguru, why don’t you give this one to me hm? You’ve been busy all day, no?” He lazily made large steps towards you on the chair, pulling on a random stool to sit on. “Gojo Satoru, or ‘the love of your life’ to you, angel” He smiled sweetly, holding out his inked hands for a handshake, as if there were no intentions behind that facade. You simply quirked a brow at his attempts, clearly unamused to which Geto laughed whilst sketching the designs onto your skin. “Trying to get into another pair of pants, Satoru? Nice try” Geto smirked at your plain reaction.

“Awh..But you’re too pretty to be with someone like him” The man who went by Gojo snarled. You wanted to laugh- wait, what happened to all that pressure? For some reason you were calmer than before, a little agitated at the flirting instead of scared. Was that an intention of his? Gojo stayed there for the majority of the preparation process, lazily looking at you and his friend. “Sure you don’t want me instead, doll?” He pouted and you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe next time” You muttered, but Gojo heard and he would be using it against you. He stood up, lowered his sunglasses and winked. The man could have just stolen your heart along with that. You tried acting uninterested but we all know you were having a field day in there.

“Next time? Looking forward to our time together. Don’t keep me waiting, doll”

Maki Zenin || Very stressed manager

“Satoru, stop bothering our guests”

A sharp voice was heard which made you look over. A young woman stood with a pen between her fingers and a sleeveless black turtleneck that made her a sight to behold. The outfit revealed her shoulder tattoo that seemed to stretch to her back. “Get back to your post” She warned and surprisingly, Gojo stood up with his hands in the air to show his defeat. Wow. You never thought that that man would listen to anyone but himself. Thank goodness for your taste in women you were slightly afraid of because damn this woman was fine. Her eyes landed on you through her glasses “Sorry about that” she apologized while taking out her clipboard.

At this point, Geto was slowly making the design onto your skin, but you couldn’t focus on the pain at all. Maki noticed your stares on her and curled a brow in curiosity “Is there anything you need?” She strides to your seat, leaning down to check on you. Another intimidating figure that turned out to be very caring. Or maybe this was just customer service. Either way, you couldn’t care less about the pain when this beautiful woman is there. But you could only do so much.

The needle inched deeper into your skin and you yelped. Maki was surprised but quietly laughed. This must be your first time, she thought. Amused, she placed down her clipboard and looked at you. “It isn’t that bad after a while” She reassured before looking at your tattoo artist. “Oi, be careful with them” She almost hit him but stopped herself. Maki couldn’t lie, that yelp you let out was quite cute. Maki couldn’t stay long, but she wanted you to relax. And so, she handed you a small stuffed toy that she gave a few patrons to hold onto when they are scared.

“I have to go, but I hope you enjoy your time” She took her items in her hand and bowed before sending you a small wink before turning her back. You turned your head to the side before you checked the stuffed toy including..a number card? Wait- wait..

This time you let out another yelp, just not from pain

“I have to leave, but I have a feeling that we’d meet again soon. Don’t avoid me when that happens.”

Inumaki Toge || Professional heart warmer

In the back of the room, a young man sat with his legs crossed on a stool with his hands busy playing some games. He had white hair and a black mask on. You were curious as to why he had no visible tattoos, despite all his co-workers having some. He paid no attention to you at all during the first few moments, but when he caught onto how nervous you were after Maki left you with a simple stress toy, he felt like he had to step in. What kind of manager leaves a frightened customer with a simple toy?

Inumaki didn’t speak a word, he didn’t even introduce his name so you had to catch on with solely his name tag. He pointed at his screen and showed a bunch of videos to you. Inumaki’s screen displayed plenty of comedy/prank videos that made you erupt in laughter despite the needle sinking into your skin. Yes, everyone in that parlor were jealous of how Inumaki was doing a better job at comforting you than any of them did. And he didn’t need to flirt, offer you anything or wink his way into your heart.

It was like he was always there. Turns out Inumaki is very much a playful person, making little jokes and making you more at ease just with some videos. Though, you wondered why he didn’t speak. Was it a medical condition? Or simply a preference? You couldn’t tell nor did you feel like asking in case it was a sensitive question. You let out another yelp, tears pricking the corners of your eyes this time. As time went by, your skin became more and more sensitive to the needle than it was before.

Inumaki was startled by your wet eyes, hands sputtering to try and think of something that would help. He tried videos, jokes, nothing worked. He held your hand as he noticed you shaking, warning you that you shouldn’t be moving so much with an ink needle inside you but you didn’t seem to catch on with just the grab. And so, Inumaki pulled down his mask to reveal those hidden tattoos that stretched across his lips in abstract shapes, leaning down and whispered in your ear to get the message across

“Don’t move”

Yuuta Okkotsu || Post-tattoo emotional support

After your tattoo was over, you breathed out a sigh of relief. After your arm was done, another man took Geto’s place. He was relatively younger and had a terrifying aura to him..that is, if he didn’t immediately let out the brightest smile ever when he greeted you. “Hi! I’m Okkotsu Yuuta. I’ll be cleaning your wound for a while so let’s get along well” He grinned. He was like the scariest golden retriever alive, if that made any sense. It was the best way to word him.

Yuuta had a relatively simple tattoo that stretched across his arm. It was quite colorful in contrast to most commonly used colors such as black. “It must’ve hurt huh?” He strikes up some conversation while cleaning up your wound with care, it was as if he held you like porcelain. You wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to be so gentle but you held your tongue from how focused he was on making sure you experienced as little pain as possible from the cleaning process. Deciding to engage in his questions, you two struck up a nice talk together.

He made some funny sentences that made you smile even though he wasn’t sure what he did 90% of the time, blinking confused on why that entertained you. “Oh and there was a time I almost swallowed a needle- I knew with that along with my hearty meal from earlier, that my trip to the bathroom would not be pleasant” Cue your laughter. He blinked a few times at why that was hilarious but enjoyed the fact he had you forgetting about your fresh tattoo he was taking care of.

“Your design is pretty” He muttered subconsciously, looking at how it suited you so well. You asked him about his tattoo, and he explained that it meant how he should focus on what lies ahead instead of being caught up with the past. “Do you have something that you’d like to forget?” Yuuta just nodded at your question with a warm smile. You couldn’t help but want to help him take his mind off any unpleasant memories he had.

“People told me I’d find someone to help me recover. Would it be silly if I said I feel that someone was with me right now?”

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note : couldn’t fit more pictures 🥲 but anyways geto tattoo artist au has been roaming my mind recently so i just had to make it into a fic with other characters. also my maki brainrot is inevitable <3

for you, i’ll make an exception

pairing(s): sick!nagi seishiro x germaphobic!male reader

summary: nagi gets a fever, even though you’re deathly afraid of the possibility of getting sick, you decide to suck it up and help nagi.

warnings: bit of internalized homophobia (not a lot, just hesitating to kiss nagi cause he’s a boy)

a/n: first tumblr post, hope it's good! i love the sickfic trope, so i decided to do it for my first post. also, i didn’t proof read this so sorry if it’s bad. enjoy :))

you started noticing that nagi has been sluggish lately, really sluggish, like more than usual. it's to the point where it has you worried. you were thinking of the possibilities of this newfound sluggishness, you didn't like to think it, but what if he was sick? the thought made you squeamish, what if you got sick too? it made your mind race.

when class ended, you decided to approach him. "hey, nagi?" you asked. "hmm?" nagi replied lazily. "are you, uh, good?"you waited for his response, but it looked like he could barely keep his eyes open. "...tired" he responded before yawning. "guess you always are..." you muttered. "are you sure there's nothing wrong?" you decided to take another shot. "yeah, i guess. think i might have a fever though..." you just stared at him. your worst fears just settled in. fever? that's even worse than a cold? you could get sick just by standing here! by even breathing near him! you were silently panicking before you took a look at nagi and realized that he was actually really unwell. something in your heart softened a bit, maybe you'd made an exception...

the next day, nagi didn't show up. but why? was it the fever? or was he just too lazy to get out of bed? you decided to make a visit once school was over. the thought of helping him was a bit sickening…you washed your hands several times from the thought.

when the school day was over, you went over to his apartment. of course, prepared with hand sanitizer, a mask, and some gloves. you felt light headed from even touching the door. ‘i’m touching what a sick person touched…’ you thought several times over. you knocked, one, two, three times. no response…you thought of turning back and just forgetting about this. but the thought of nagi being sick changed your mind. you opened the door, then immediately put on hand sanitizer. it was cluttered, things were sprawled out on the floor, there was dust. all this was a nightmare, but you decided to keep on going, for nagi.

“nagi? hello? you in there?” it was only met with a dry cough. you started seriously regretting this…getting sick or helping nagi? what would it be? the thought made your head hurt. there were pros of helping out nagi than there were cons of getting sick…so that’s what you decided to do.

you walked in his room, holding the mask in your hand just in case. his room was just as messy as the outside. you’d definitely have a cleaning session with him. “l/n…?” nagi weakly called out. “yeah, it’s me. you good?” you said softly. “don’t feel well…can’t play games…” he sighed, he almost had a pouty look. it was adorable. you had a bit of sympathy for him. “cold…” nagi shivered a bit and he reached for your jacket. “hey! i might have to burn that now since you contaminated it!” you quickly wanted to take back what you said, it was kinda jerkish… “fine. you can have my jacket. just wash it, ‘kay?” you said reluctantly. “…’kay” then you lended him the jacket.

“smells like you…” he said before having a coughing fit. you wanted to jolt back, but something inside you just…didn’t. you felt a blush creep up your face. “huh? don’t say that sorta stuff, nagi! just rest up a bit and don’t talk…i’ll get you some soup.” you remarked. “fine by me…” nagi yawned again

you walked in with a bowl of soup and a cold compress. “cmon, sit up i got your soup” you sighed. “huh? but i don’t wanna get up…feed me…” he pouted. “seriously? you aren’t 5.” you rolled your eyes at this. but it was a bit adorable, in its own way. “help me sit up…” nagi looked at you. “uh…” you hesitated a bit…touching a sick person? and you just had to leave your gloves in the kitchen…but it was nagi…fine, you decided to settle on helping him. you took your hand out, before hesitating a bit, then held his hand to help him up.

“your hands are sweaty…” nagi bluntly stated. “oh shut up and let me help you” you snapped back softly. you held back the feeling to wash your hands. gross, gross, gross. your mouth felt dry and you felt yourself sweat a bit. you started feeding him the soup. “yum…you’re a good cook l/n” nagi ate the soup happily. “thanks, wasn’t anything special though…” you blushed a little.

there was a brief moment of silence, it was awkward and the only thing you could feel was your heart pounding. was it from the fear of getting sick? or was it him…? that was a stupid idea… you were stuck in your thoughts before nagi broke the silence. “i’m sorry i made you come here…i know you much you hate getting sick…” he said softly, you could tell he felt bad. “oh, uh, don’t worry ‘bout it. for you, i’ll make an exception.” you kept feeding him the soup.

after a bit you grabbed the cold compress, leaned forward and put it to his head. it was then you realized you two were pretty damn close. maybe if you leaned a bit more forward… no, it was wrong. he was sick, and you were both guys… but the urge was driving you crazy. you shook your head and went back to your senses.

nagi ate all the soup, which was surprising since he didn’t normally have the motivation to even eat at all. you were about to get up when you felt a hand tug at your shirt. “stay with me…” you blushed hard. ‘you can’t just keep playing with my feelings like this…’ you thought. “…fine” you said reluctantly before sitting down at his desk again. “in bed…” nagi muttered. “what?” you asked, what was he saying? “in bed, with me…” nagi muttered again. was he seriously saying what you thought he was saying? “you want me to lay in bed with you?” your face flushed all sorts of crimson. “mhm…” nagi nodded slowly. “first you want my jacket and now you want me to lay with you?” you put your hands on your hips. “yeah…will you not do it?” nagi looked up at you with a pouty expression. “I— uh— fine.” you gave in, you got in bed with him and pulled the covers over you two.

“warm…” you felt him cuddle up to you and lay on your chest. “hey—” you tried to protest, but then you realized he was already asleep. you chuckles and smiled softly. “good night, nagi. sweet dreams” you whispered before kissing his forehead.

Michael Kaiser — Pissing on Romance's Grave

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader WORD COUNT: 1.3k TYPE: Humor, Established relationship WARNING(S): tw Kaiser

Today is worse than a plague.

Well… Exaggerated inner turmoil aside, you’ve been having an awful day. It’s like you’ve been waddling through a swamp of bullshit. Even now you’re climbing up the stairs to your apartment because the stupid elevator broke. Could’ve been worse, you suppose — at least you weren’t inside when it malfunctioned.

The feeble attempt at optimism, however, isn’t easing your hatred and misery at all. Proof of your ever present anger is how you almost rip the door off its hinges after you unlock it, barging in, then closing it with a bang again.

While taking off your shoe, you register a strange smell. Of something burnt. Maybe you’re resigned to the fate that it’s probable you’ll die today, so while you are alarmed, it’s not enough to make you hurry and run with your other shoe still on. Even when you do begin your trek with heavy footsteps, your pace is brisk at best, following the scent right to your bedroom.

You don’t hesitate, but perhaps you should’ve, since it would’ve given you a moment to brace yourself. Still, nothing could’ve really prepared you for the sight that greets you once you enter.

“I can explain,” Kaiser says with wide eyes, reaching out his hands in front of him in case you try to lunge at him and go in for the kill.

Your bathrobe looks burned. Usually this isn’t an observation you’d be making, but you’re forced to now, what with Kaiser wearing it… for some godforsaken reason. Your bed is in even worse condition, tattered and covered in soot, melting candles knocked over. Wax sticking to the ruined sheets. Rose petals are scattered all over the floor. Many of them are ashy like they got caught up in whatever incident occurred. Three more candles dripping over the flowers and the carpet, all these things culminating in a giant mess.

What the actual fuck are you looking at?

“Open the window!” you scream at him then gesture towards it, maybe in case he doesn’t know what a ‘window’ is. It wouldn’t surprise you at this point with the way things are going.

“I did!” Kaiser says, annoyed, as if he has any right to be giving you an attitude in this situation. Though, recognizing the murderous intent in your face, he fumbles to reach out and open it. “I did, but I got cold, so I closed it.”

“Yeah, speaking of, why the hell are you wearing my bathrobe?”

“Because I didn’t want to bring mine-”

“Why do you need to be wearing a bathrobe. At. All.”

“For the atmosphere.”

“For the atmosphere?” You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation. “For the atmosphere?! There’s no atmosphere, this is just a fire hazard!”

“It was going to be romantic-”

“Why did you close the window even though the room hasn’t aired out and stayed inside? Why were you even- What if something happened to you?!”

Kaiser smirks at you, content all of a sudden, before he crosses his arms. You could punch him in the face. “Oh, so you’re worried about me. You’d be sad if I died.” He says all this in the tone of announcing a triumph he’s holding over your head.

You ignore him, stepping over one of the roses. Kaiser regards the action with mild offense, which you don’t notice, since you’re too lost in the haze of your rage to even comprehend what’s going on. “How did you even manage this?”

“There was a miscalculation.”

“What does that mean?”

“I, um, I… tried to pose on the bed,” says Kaiser. This is the first time you’ve seen him look shameful during your entire time together, averting his gaze away from yours and all. Which is one way to affirm his statement and plan are particularly stupid, since he’s the type to stare at you straight on, unflinching, and smirk at you while telling you the dumbest shit.

“Pose?”

“You know. You know what I mean, right? Like a French girl? Yeah, like that.” The more he explains it, the more pathetic his mumbling is getting. To think even Kaiser, who’s obsessed with the sound of his voice, is capable of an inside voice.

You’ve never been so tense in your life. You might be developing a hernia in your neck. “Oh right, of course. Right! Because why wouldn’t you do that while wearing something flammable? I’m so stupid, how didn’t I think of that? Also, why in the world were you trying to LIGHT UP THE CANDLES AGAIN?! Like, let them rest, they’re already fucking done for! I saw you!”

“For the- for my artistic purposes. Of course. A real visionary doesn’t just give up after a small mishap.”

“And! The key I gave you is for emergencies! Not for you to-”

“But it was!!! A fucking emergency!”

“-set fires in my home! What are you even doing here?” You finish off your speech with a huff. Your tantrum has exhausted you, but at the same time it’s convenient you can use Kaiser as a verbal punching bag because of his lunacy.

Now he’s channeling his kicked puppy eyes. Like, he’s trying his best to force himself to cry, you can tell by the way he’s squinting at you and straining. When the effort proves futile he gives up and settles for glaring at you. “Alright, I know I messed up, but it’s obvious I was trying to surprise you for our anniversary.”

You blink at him. Then stay quiet.

“You forgot!” he accuses, trying to distract you from being mad at him by creating some fabricated emotional torment. Then he tries to force himself to cry again, and all you do in response to the display is roll your eyes.

Damn, you can’t believe your day has been so awful, your one year anniversary slipped your mind. These people are working you to an early grave.

“Whatever,” you say, before making a vague motion all around. “Clean up.”

His jaw hangs open as if he’s scandalized. “What? You want me to clean this shit all by myself?”

“You inflicted this on my poor bed alone. Clean it, now.”

Seeing that you’re apparently not dying of guilt, Kaiser decides to switch tactics. “But! My beloved, light of my life, fire in my groin-”

“That’s-” you interrupt your own sentence with a groan and resist the urge to either sock him in the jaw or find a way to knock yourself out through some obscure pressure point. Then you shake your head. Unfortunately it does nothing useful like for example maybe erasing the last twenty-four hours from your mind and instead remains as a meaningless gesture. “Not how it goes.”

“I know,” he says, satisfied with himself and his ridiculous antics. At least you think he must be from his annoying, smug grin. Though immediately after Kaiser appears to get a mood swing because his lips twist down again. “I can’t believe you forgot about our anniversary, though. And now you’re making me act like a maid. Do I mean nothing to you? You’re breaking my spirit here and this is an unethical dynamic-”

“Micha, I don’t give a fuck about your guilt tripping act. Just clean this up so we can enjoy the rest of our day.”

“Fine. Whatever. You win. You win! Your heartlessness wins against my romantic soul. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

You grit your teeth. “Shut up and get on with it.”

“Okay.” He deflates like a particularly depressed balloon.

You then proceed to watch as Kaiser makes his way around and acts like gathering and throwing away rose petals is the most difficult thing anyone has ever done. In his mind, this experience must be the most suffering anyone’s ever endured — but who knows what goes through his head. Several times, he offers to buy you a new apartment because he ‘doesn’t feel like dealing with this’ and since it’s ‘below him.’

And the whole time you’re observing him and his behavior, you can’t help but wonder what mental institution this man must’ve crawled out of to then find his path leading to you.

Rin so pretty

POV: your sibling asked you for something

I love him so much ong

itoshi rin giving you the last bite of his food. <3 wc; 676

watching rin's pretty face as he chewed on his cheesy potato pancakes wasn't something you had expected to do today, but it also wasn't your fault that rin could make something as simple as eating so tempting. the way the stuffed mozzarella stretched from between your boyfriend's lips and the delicacy had you salivating— you wished you hadn't declined his considerate offer an hour ago, when he called you on the phone and asked if you wanted him to get you something to eat. you were full when he called, so now you couldn't help but watch him with a ravenous gaze and a watering mouth as he eats bite after bite, the colours on the television screen bouncing off his face. "you're drooling," rin pointed out as he once again turns his attention towards you, "i've asked you seven times already, but are you absolutely sure that you don't want a bite?" "y-yes rin, i'm one hundred percent certain!" you laugh awkwardly, wiping your mouth with your sleeve as you notice how the number of cheesy potato pancakes on his plate seem to reduce every few minutes, much to your dismay. "hm..." he mumbles boredly, holding one savory with his fingers and pushing it against your stubbornly shut lips, "liar. open your mouth." you gently push his hand away, shaking your head, "i'm not hungry," you utter, although your firm eye contact with his plate betrays your statement, "i swear." "whatever." he sighs, focusing on the football match on the screen as he enjoys yet another bite. the fact that he could read you like an open book was irritating, but to be fair, your expressions wouldn't make it difficult for anyone to guess that maybe, just maybe, you were hungry. you had no idea why you persisted on being so stubborn when rin had generously offered you his food multiple times— perhaps it was the guilt of taking away the food he bought for himself despite him asking you if you craved for anything that got you so adamant— but either way, you were now eyeing the last crispy, golden coloured piece on his plate. "actually—" you blurted out, shifting on the couch until you were finally beside him. your nails harmlessly dug into his forearm as he looks at you knowingly, a subtle smile forming on his lips. "can i... have one, please?" "it's my last one," he mutters with feigned pettiness as he hands you the last potato pancake with no hesitation, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him, "but only because you're so cute." "thanks!" you smile as you lean against him and begin stuffing your face with the crispy good, but unfortunately, much to your disappointment, you wiped off its existence in about a minute. "it was really good..." you say softly while looking down at the empty plate, trying to appreciate this cute situation of your boyfriend giving you his last bite, but seriously, it only aroused your appetite. rin rolls his eyes and tilts your chin to face him, "don't look so upset," he deadpanned, licking the corner of your lips to remove the excess potato crumbs. "but i'm hungry—" "i know," he sighs, getting up and vanishing into the kitchen. he appears a few seconds later with a bag identical to the one for the cheesy potato pancakes, "...which is why i bought you some as well." "ohmigod!" you exclaim excitedly, quickly opening the styrofoam container and welcoming the exquisite aroma, "thank you, rinnie! i'm glad you bought one for me too." he pulls your face in for a quick kiss before squishing your cheeks lightly. "i ought to know by now, considering the amount of times you played this move on me." you softly giggle as you carelessly eat the food in front of you, "you know me so well." rin lays his head down on your lap and yawns softly, your clean hand quick to run its fingers through his hair. "i'd be a fool if i didn't."

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