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Cyno’s Ultimate Guide to Wooing You (tips from Tighnari)
Edit: Cyno x female!reader
You and Cyno have been friends for a very long time.
That’s why the boy never expected that he would develop feelings out of nowhere, especially not right when you smash an Ajilenakh nut with his pole arm in anger.
He could have sworn his heart went doki doki along with the broken nut.
“You have got to be kidding me,” was all Tighnari could say when Cyno approached him on the very same day with the biggest blush ever.
“She was glowing Tighnari,” Cyno furrowed his eyebrows as he looked off into the distance. “The Love Archon have placed a curse on me-“ “there is no love archon you lummox.”
After a long ass debate and Cyno listing down pros and cons of liking you, the fennec boy decided this topic went on long enough and decided to just throw some suggestions.
“Why not just ask her out on a date? Woo her with something. If I recall, Y/N said she liked charcoal cake.”
And that’s how The Guide to Wooing You (Ft. Tighnari) book was created.
First Operation: date
Now, you and Cyno have been friends for a very long time, meaning you’ve done much activities together.
When Cyno asked you out, you took it as an average hangout and the day turned into a whole TCG war.
Cyno has no idea how you guys ended up in Port Ormos, both of your decks out with his strongest cards in his hand. People surround you two, all in awe at the amazing strategic display in front of them. No, to say he is confused is an understatement.
“Wait Y/N-“ “No I’m not falling for that again Cyno.” “No, we weren’t supposed to be playing.” “Wow I can’t believe you just threw that card out, how am I supposed to win that?” “Wait that was unintentional-“
He never got to confess. But at least he won the game.
Second Operation: food
On the day he was free he barged into the Sumeru tavern, causing a few scholar to run out screaming as he approached the counter with menacing aura.
“One charcoal cake. Do you have a pink ribbon? Wrap it with a pink ribbon. Maybe add a heart on the cake if possible. Write the name ‘Y/N’ on it. I expect no word comes out about me here.”
When you see it, you roar with laughter. “Bruh, this is the funniest thing you pulled so far!”
Tighnari gets no sleep that night as Cyno comes into his room and murmurs by himself in the corner, confused as to what exactly is he doing wrong.
Third Operation: physical contact
Cyno wipes his hand on his shorts for the 15th time as he awaits for you at Gandarvha Ville. Today was the day of his next operation: hand holding.
Cyno wasn’t the type to force any physical contact, unless it’s to punish all evil wrongdoing. But today he was going to go the opposite way.
He will brush his hand against yours, and if you don’t move away he will then proceed to look into your eyes as a sign of love affirmation. You will be struck by his determination and then he will move to intertwine his fingers with yours. And then he will confess.
“Hey Cyno! You’re here early,” you appear in your goddess glory, your smile so dazzling the Mahamatra has to block it out with his hand.
“What a sight to behold.” “Did you say something?”
When you two walked together, people were clearing the path. You figured it was because of Cyno’s title, but in reality it was because of his red shot eyes that was glaring at your hand.
Above you both is Tighnari using his binoculars to watch you both. He mutters curses specially at the Matra, and Cyno could’ve sworn he felt chills go down his spine for no reason.
Do it now you imbecile! Touch her hand! What in the archons are you doing?
Cyno’s heart was thumping so fast he thought you could hear it. He swallowed as he stared at your hand, the delicate fingers that was tempting him to lic-hold it.
“Cyno?” He snapped his attention to your worried face. He inhaled when you step so close to him that your faces were mere inches away.
Tighnari gasped. Are you guys kissing? Why the hell are you guys kissing first?
“Are you okay? You look really stressed,” Your eyebrows furrow together, your cheeks pouting out so slightly.
Your magnificent breath tickled his face, your doe eyes peering into his wide dilated ones. He could smell the faint chicken wings you ate earlier on your body. He could see your collar bones just saying hello to him. Your hair tickle his face as well as his bangs to yours. He looks back up to your eyes and he finally utters his response.
“Stressed? More like I’m a damsel in distress.”
Tighnari to this day doesn’t know how that was a joke to Cyno.
Operation four: Just confess
“Now we all know you have this natural instinct of throwing in a stupid joke out of nowhere,” Tighnari covers Cyno’s mouth before he could retort. “Now imagine I am Y/N. Show me how you’re going to confess to me.”
“No what the f-” “Do you really want to ruin the biggest operation with another joke?” “…”
Cyno sighs and the two boys sit facing each other. Tighnari crosses his arms and mimics your voice in a ridiculously high tone, “Hey Cyno! What’s up?”
“Hey Y/N, um…there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you,” Cyno inhales, trying to pretend the boy in front of him was his favorite girl. He smiles when his decent looking friend’s face morphs into your beautiful features. “We’ve been friends for so long and I know it’s definitely hard to believe but…I really like you. To me, you’re the most beautiful star in the desert night, the star that guides me to my destination. Will you be mine?”
“Wow Cyno I’m so happy!” Tighnari sings happily with a horrifying giggle. “See, that wasn’t so bad-”
A big thud silences them all.
The two boys slowly look to the side in horror as both you and Collei stand at the doorway stunned. Collie’s basket is on the floor, and an apple rolls to Cynos’ foot.
“I always knew master and Cyno had something!” Collei runs out the door, covering her face in glee as her OTP has finally come true.
Cyno’s face pales as you blink at him and then at Tighnari and then back to him. Then you turn away quickly before they can hear you snort with laughter.
General Mahamatra and General Watchleader weren’t seen for a few days, but there were rumors circulating that the WatchLeader was trying to kill the Mahamatra.
Final operation: Cyno
“Just be yourself Cyno,” Tigh’s words repeat in the boy’s mind. “What do you think will get your feelings across as Cyno? Think about it, and then face Y/N when you’re ready.”
Truth to be told, Cyno has never been open about his own feelings to anyone before. Sure, he told his best (and only) friend that he likes you, sure he beat up sinners to express his irritation of them forcing him out into the desert for three days just to bring them back, but it’s different with you.
He enjoyed all the times he’s had with you, all the moments where you and him argued about who won, the moments where you fed him food when he was loaded with work, the moments when you smiled at him when he would come to see you…he treasured every single second.
He was scared that if you did not return his feelings, your friendship would be broken. You meant that much to him.
But he knew if this one-sided feeling went on much longer he will go crazy and full of hope. He can decide how to proceed with his feelings once he gets an answer from you.
You finally appear. You look around the rather grassy area, before looking up at the night sky full of stars.
Cyno watches with adoration as your eyes light up at the sky. It must be the same look he has when he’s with you.
He silently approaches you with a familiar book in his hand, and you finally see him.
He hands you the book and you blink at it curiously before you open the book and read the contents.
He slowly smiles as a blush spread across your cheeks as you read over each operation listed down and the attempts the poor boy made to gain your affection.
“How did I miss all this?” You whisper, bringing the back of your hand to your face as your ears burn. “Cyno I…”
He places a hand on your arm and comes forward. His eyes are so full of desperation you can already hear what’s he going to say.
“I’m not supposed to be…having these feelings as a Matra. It’ll only get in the way, but…I do have feelings for you Y/N. I enjoy my time with you, I enjoy eating with you. I enjoy fighting with you. I like you. I am in love with you. Will you be the padisarah to my Duel Soul recipe?”
A few days later rumors go around that the General Mahamatra has been stalking a certain girl and the girl is a criminal waiting to be caught in the act.
It’s only a few days later (again) that there is confirmation that the girl is actually the General Mahamatra’s beloved girlfriend.
Omg this was so bad but so funny at the same time aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Sorry if this seemed so rushed, but it came to me in the middle of the night, and I had to write it all down! Hope you guys enjoyed it! :,)
Edit: whoa thanks for the love guys! Can’t believe this got so much attention, I’m happy I managed to give some laughs!
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎.
“ I could tell you I love you without saying I love you. ”
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | Different and unique, albeit a bit unconventional and funny, ways they show you they love you without exactly saying affectionate words.
𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | gn!reader x albedo, zhongli, wanderer, venti, cyno and tighnari (separate); fluff, crack on some, stuck on confined space (tighnari); established relationship; if you spot the meme, very good have a nice day 😂
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | Look, I'm not very good at writing fluff because angst is what I do best xD this is just what I could do now so forgive me if the fluff is inadequate lol. Also, this is part of the Fluffvember event hosted by @maehemthemisfit <3 I enjoy writing this so I hope you can also enjoy reading~
masterlist | fluffvember masterpost
It was an established law in the house that the chores should be equally separated at all times. For example, you would wash the dishes in the morning, then the Wanderer would take his turn in the evening. An equal work for everyone living under the same room, and he agreed, albeit begrudgingly at first.
Though such was the case in washing the dishes, you would always see him loitering near you in the morning when you were washing the dishes, crossing his arms while leaning on the doorframe with a frown, under the guise of personally seeing you doing chores because he feared you would break the plates when he was not looking. Likewise, it becomes a habit for you to also sit by the counter to wait for him to finish his chore in the evenings before retiring to bed together.
You would, happily, daresay it become a routine, even.
When you were being particularly affectionate that night, you would just hug him from behind silently, your head resting on his back and your arms wrapped tightly around his torso, no matter how many times he complained loudly and sneered at you for being so clingy. (He said that grumpily but he made no move to remove you anyway, so you guessed that he didn't actually mind the affection.)
“Hmp. Come, hold my hand." His tone sounds so bossy and demanding, though you were not surprised. It's just the way he was, you could even say it was amusing at times.
You wrinkled your nose, peering over his shoulders to see him holding the sponge on his right hand and a plate on the other. “...But you were washing the dishes?"
The Wanderer rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Did I stutter? I could multitask.”
That evening, your shit-eating grin couldn't be any wider to the point he told you irritatedly to wipe that off or you'll sleep on the sofa tonight.
For someone who had lived for so long, Zhongli surely had a knack for poetry at times. Sometimes, it was a random burst of inspiration from overlooking the Liyue Harbour plains, at times it was about a history long forgotten, many times it was, well, about you.
“I love you dearly."
You couldn't help your stomach doing flips and your heart was somersaulting in happiness. And you want to return to him all the love and affection he freely gave you, even with simple words.
Although Zhongli seems to have a small dislike of you saying the word of affirmation back to him.
“I love—"
"I advise you not to finish that sentence." He firmly said, his gloved finger gently tapped at the bottom of your lip to cut you off. Your muscles almost weakened at the intensity of his fiery eyes boring into you.
Seriously speaking, if anyone could perfectly pull off the dom-boyfriend thing, it would surely be a man with the charisma of a god.
"What? Why?"
A small pause.
Then his eyes softened as his large hands cupped the corner of your cheeks, tracing your cheekbones with light feathered touches that left you sighing pleasantly. “...Because it felt you were merely agreeing with me.”
Albedo's curiosity is one of his charms, that's an undeniable fact. His capacity for boundless discoveries knows no bounds, so you couldn't exactly find in yourself to be surprised when he asked you such a…scandalous and funny question.
“Do you mind making out with me?" His tone never changed, the same calm, a bit indifferent, but with enough warmth that he reserved only for you. "Fret not, it's for the sake of science.”
"What." You deadpanned, not understanding where his sudden line of thought comes from.
Of course, you don't mind. But its funny how it's very Albedo-like to ask something like making out right now just for the sake of science when he had many chances to do so behind…closed doors before.
He seemed to have read your thoughts because a serene smile crossed his lips as he put down all his paperworks and approached you. “I merely had to collect many samples before I could draw a definite conclusion. This study is, if you want to know, based on my unpublished research that consists of you and me alone, by the way.”
Albedo said it all in a matter-of-fact tone that you couldn't help but to laugh at its incredulity, his arms snaking around you in a warm hug that could dispel the frigid cold in Dragonspine. “We could. But I have to finish this first.” You gestured to the papers on the table.
The alchemist didn't miss the playful twinkle in your eyes as he gently plucked the papers away and cupped your cheeks so you were looking straight at his seafoam eyes, smirking smugly. “If that's your attempt to decline, I deserve to have the right to decline your declination."
“Corporate can't ask me what's the difference between you and the world.”
It's been a stressful week for you, and all you've wanted is to curl next to your lover, with his arms wrapped warmly around and rest your head on his chest. There was nothing more domestically pleasing than having Cyno's talented fingers smoothing your hair while also massaging your scalp. It's a very therapeutic way of spending time together, especially since he has such a busy schedule during the day.
These simple moments you could cherish forever.
Though you couldn't say the same when he, of all times, chooses to break the comforting silence between you two with one of his seemingly dry jokes again.
Still, you were a faithful lover to him. So, as a faithful lover that you are, you indulged in his daily dose of humour.
You nuzzled your face to the crook of his neck, grinning to yourself when you notice a slight goosebump on his skin. “Why not?”
Cyno deeply breathed. "Because for me, they're literally the same.”
It took you a few seconds to realise what 'joke' he was talking about. By then, you could feel your heart leaping from your throat, and your satisfied grin slowly morphed into a flustered expression.
He gave a small, triumphant snort, but you were too engrossed to the fact that he just told you that 'you were his world and his world is you', to really care for anything but him anymore.
Tighnari is a man of many talents, a great leader who strives for the success and perseverance of others while also never failing to seek knowledge to whichever that piqued his interest. His scholar and Forest Watcher side is highly admirable, but that couldn't be the same to his…questionable sides.
“—I can't believe we're stuck in the same closet together.” You said in disbelief, both of your hands propped on Tighnari's sides to keep yourself grounded and crashing into him completely.
Although you knew he wouldn't mind, you refuse to give him another teasing material from you. He would surely use your flustered state with this forced proximity just to get a rise from you and then embarrassingly retell it later just for shit and giggles. (He does this especially when you are particularly stubborn about doing something that would compromise your safety.)
You didn't even realise how both of you got inside the same closet together. Because the only thing you could think of right now is how he—
“Truly unfortunate,” there was a barely concealed mirth hidden in the recesses of his usually stern voice. Unbeknownst to your appalled self, the key to the closet sits comfortably in his pockets.
For only during this time could he spend his time together with you, without anyone to disturb you both. He could hold you in his arms without any prying eyes, stare at your face without a single hint of shame, and gleefully hear the thundering beats of your heart.
Tighnari knew Collei would open the closet soon, as he told her beforehand. But for now, a man could enjoy his alone time with his beloved, right? Enjoying the hidden moment as if there's only him and you in this world.
You knew Venti could be a little ball of menace sometimes (read: all the times), but he's very open to his affections and the way he expresses his love is a bit unconventional and too much for others, suggesting something unbelievable and funny, but you knew its because he's always thinking of you.
You loved that he's attentive of your moods, that he knew when you need a good laugh, or a shoulder to cry and vent on, or merely times that you need a song to calm your raging heart. He never failed to read you like an open book, questioning you what you want, and giving you all the freedom and love you could hoped to have.
Venti is a good lover.
Still, he's a little menace.
For example, there was a time that you stubbornly refused to let go of your fourth commission for that day, and you were undeniably exhausted and stressed from fighting left and right. As a good lover that he proclaimed he is, Venti playfully snatched the commission paper from your hands and ran away with it, laughing gloatingly at how you could never catch up to him.
It seriously took you almost almost five minutes and cursing and following him around to catch up to his surprisingly long strides. You hit the back of his head and scolded him for doing this again (you knew this was his way of making you take a break so you didn't have any heart to be truly angry).
“Dear me, you could punch me in the face and I would still want you.”
“Shut up, Venti.” You tried to keep the glower to tell him off, but the way he heartily laughed and invited you to fly in the sky, just the two of you this time…
Once again, the commission is forgotten.
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𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ─ when the reader receives hate !
includes: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae
warnings: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, less than 1k for each boy, reader cries in nagi's and rin's but it's not dramatic, insults towards reader but u a bad bitch !, twitter... that's a whole warning, bad writing?, lmk if i miss any :p
NAGI SEISHIRO:
‘is nagi seishiro, soccer superstar, ruining his own career with his relationship?’
you scowl at the headline of the article that popped up on your twitter timeline, scoffing at the audacity that some journalists had to snoop in someone’s privacy like that. the targeting and insulting headline, paired with a recent photo of you and nagi that the footballer posted on his instagram, made you feel sick to your core.
not allowing the frustration to bubble in your stomach freely, you try and reason with yourself as you throw the tablet aside. this was the job of a journalist, people had the freedom to assume and gossip, and this is what you should have predicted whilst dating someone so open in the spotlight.
but even with all your rational thinking, something gnaws away within you. something unpleasant that riddles you with anxiety and perplexity. what if... the writer was correct?
journalists always have a reason to write something... are they seeing something you're not?
in a moment of weakness, you find yourself reaching for the tablet once more, breezily unlocking it and clicking on the link attached to a news website. immediately, the first paragraph hits you like a truck.
'soccer prodigy, nagi seishiro, is one of the top players in japan, but it is beyond just his skills that have his fans flocking to him. his charm as a nonchalant, pacifist character draws soccer enthusiasts in like no other.
however, fans have found recent concerns that his spiritlessness may be restricting his true potential as a supreme athlete, all starting with his relationship with l/n y/n.'
something curls within you at the mention of your name and you shouldn't continue, seriously, it won't be good for you. not when the article details about how you hold him back, during the countless times when all he would talk about is you instead of his career and drive on the field; like his teammates. how insiders report that he often leaves practice without much eagerness to exert himself further, that he prefers to spend time with you. the writer also comments on how paparazzi catches him by your side rather than being next to teammates, and questioning if this was a good move for nagi; publicity and relationships wise.
you feel worse with each sentence, getting too up wrapped in the perfect wording of the article to realise that nagi would soon be home from practice. when the familiar routine of a door unlocking then closing, an exclaim of your name, and footsteps padding along the floor, you can't find it within yourself to greet your boyfriend as you always have.
when a certain white-haired turns the corner, he's a little shocked to see that you were sitting in the living room, awake and staring back at him. "oh, hey babe, i didn't think you were home," he says, immediately stumbling over to you with a small smile on his face.
it drops due to your unmoving position.
"is everything okay?" nagi asks, sitting beside you.
"yeah," you breathe, paired with a small nod.
he sees right through you. unhappy with your answer, he drapes himself over your lap like a cat, looking up at you with big, curious eyes. "i don't believe you. what's wrong?"
"sei, do you think i'm holding you back?"
your words are quick and blurry, but the soccer player hears it clearly, and you know he does when he sits up immediately. "what?"
you're a little embarrassed now, unused to his scrutiny. "am i holding you back?"
"from what?"
"from being a better soccer player. you're already awesome, sei, but some people are saying that i'm withholding you from your potential," you frown. "and i don't ever want to be the reason that you can't be your best."
your voice breaks a little when you see the heartbreak in nagi's eyes. were you overreacting? should you have kept this to yourself?
"are you breaking up with me?" he asks softly. you grab his hand, confessing: "no, sei, i just- i read this article and the journalist was writing about how i might be holding you back-"
"-do you believe it?"
"i mean, kinda? i don't know what to think."
"what did it say?"
"that you were wasting your potential because of me, that you kept prioritising me instead of your career. that you don't go to brand deals and galas because you want to stay home with me, that you didn't prefer to stay behind at practices because of me and-"
"-bullshit." you blink at him. "bullshit, you know that's bullshit, babe."
there's a look of fury that you hardly see in his eyes, and when he grips your other hand with a sense of protectiveness, it sends you reeling.
"that's just the way i am, you know that," he mutters. "you know that i don't like to work more than i already do. you know how lazy i am, don't you?"
you chuckle a little, murmuring a 'yeah', spurring nagi to continue. "if the writer's main points were along the lines that you were saying, then it's just me holding back my own potential. you don't do that, if anything, you make me play better."
"i love it when you're in the stands cheering me on, it spurs me to go ‘gg ez’ the other team 'cause i love showing off to you. it's easier to go to practices because i get to spend more time with you when it's over. i love having you by my side during training because you're the best encouragement i could ask for. i love having you."
you wipe the tears from nagi's face with a wobbly grin of your own. to return the favour, he kisses yours away before completely enveloping you in his larger figure.
"i think i'd die without you."
you laugh and he does too, shaking against you whilst gently pushing your back onto the couch with his weight. "i'm sorry i doubted you."
nagi relaxes into you a little more.
"i didn't think you had it within you to say that heartfelt of a speech. way better than when you won fifa soccer player of the year."
he looks up at you with a pout, eyes returning to a point of emotionlessness. "you were gonna leave me, there was no other option."
it's a little later onwards when you see that nagi himself has responded to the article on his official, verified account with:
'L article + 1v1 me in fortnite + who asked + ratio + y/n is better than you + touch grass + virgin + common loser behaviour'
ITOSHI RIN:
“this is a question for everyone, what’s your favourite body part to workout and what exercise?” the audience members asks, her voice ringing throughout the spacious auditorium through the extensive mic system.
“arms, definitely. i like bicep curls and i usually do about 20 with 3 reps, 30 kilo weights.”
“okay damn, macho man. i prefer abs, they’re fun.”
“we know dude, have you seen yukimiya’s abs? they’re perfect.” a loud cheer echoes throughout the hall in agreement whilst the model laughs. “i like glutes.”
“i’d tap that ass,” chigiri mutters, eliciting several reactions from the audience members. many gasp, many cheer and clap, whilst one yells ‘me too!’, causing a commotion from the soccer stars themselves. “anyways, i like working out legs. cardio is my go to though.”
“i… don’t like working out,” nagi murmurs into his mic when it’s his turn, his blunt honesty creating widespread amusement from the fans that have gathered.
the conference was going well to your relief. sitting snug backstage, you were glad that the boys were starting to feel comfortable in the public eye, acting so relaxed whilst in the gaze of many. you knew some had anxieties about this, or just straight up did not want to attend; the ‘some’ being your boyfriend, itoshi rin.
his reasoning was that this event was trivial and ‘not the image i want to create as the best striker in the world’. the only way that rin agreed to the conference panel, was if you came and supported him backstage, and that got him saying ‘yes’ to teieri anri’s pleads rather effortlessly.
now as you watch him interacting with his fans and teammates, acting cool and collected as ever, you’re glad you came too. this is what he deserved after all of his hard work.
“this is a question for itoshi rin,” a voice from the audience declares into the mic. “are you happy in your relationship with l/n y/n?”
silent. it’s so painfully silent because there’s an ulterior motive to the question that everyone realised.
isagi glances at you from his seat and you cringe, not liking the way that rin suddenly became very still. someone coughs, another sneezes.
“yes. i am. why do you ask?” rin responds with a lilt to his tone, directly responding to the faux-kindness.
“well, i just think that someone like you deserves better than what you currently have.”
“expand on that.”
“y/n is gorgeous and lovely, don’t get me wrong, but you should have someone a little special? someone prettier, someone more capable of supporting you, someone who people can actually respect?”
“are you suggesting yourself?”
“and if i was?”
“i’d rather quit soccer. pass on your lukewarm ass.”
the silence went from deafening to non-existent as the conference hall was buzzing with gasps, laughter, and cheers. a faint, but very much baffled ‘excuse me?’ rings out through the speakers around the gym. a series of complaints and grunts fade away from the mic and you can only imagine that it’s the person who asked the question being dragged away by security. otherwise rin would do it himself.
“roasted! everyone knows not to mess with rin-rin!” bachira sings into his mic, not bothering to hide the amusement in his tone.
the team agrees in unison as rin stands up, pushing his chair away.
they don’t miss the tiny smirk on his face.
“excuse me,” he murmurs with a bow before stalking off stage, right over to where you stand.
you meet him halfway, arms wrapped around yourself protectively.
you feel wrong. violated. helpless.
“hi,” you whisper, trying your best to smile with heavy cheeks and eyes on the brink of tears. your expression is half-hearted and rin sees right through it with how intelligent he is.
“you okay?”
straight to the point, just why you love him. “yeah. you should probably get back out there, though.”
he scoffs. “you’re kidding, right? i’m not going back to that shitshow out there. rather spend time with you than some mediocre idiots.”
now that creates a genuine grin to appear on your face. like a domino effect, rin smiles too, placing a hand on your cheek. “there you are.”
you chuckle, brushing his wrist away lightly. “i’m serious about what i said. don’t want to disappoint your fans, right?”
“and i’m also serious about staying here. the rest of the hooligans are interesting enough by themselves,” rin trails off towards the end, contemplative in tone and in expression. he continues swiftly. “if the rest of my fans are as intrusive as that one, i don’t want to talk to them. knew this conference was a bad idea.”
“maybe they were being… considerate?”
he flares his nostrils, looking at you with a muted rage and eyes that dared you to repeat what you just said to him.
“look, it’s no secret that i’m not the most impressive partner the number one soccer player in japan can have-”
“-you don’t get to talk about yourself like that,” rin leans down to your height. “don’t bring yourself down because of me.”
“it’s not you though-”
“-i’m the unpleasant one here. magazines are still waiting on when we’ll break up because of my ‘cold, stoic personality’. you’re not the catalyst for anything to go wrong between us, y/n, and i hate when you act like you are.”
you sniffle, allowing two teardrops to escape before rin wipes them away. you can’t tell if you were crying because you finally registered what happened mere minutes ago, or because of rin’s heart touching (and never seen before) kindness.
the uncertainty makes you laugh.
“you don’t get to talk about yourself like that,” you echo. “and nothing will go wrong between us.”
the teal-eyed footballer smiles at you gently and you notice the cloudy shine in his eyes, causing you to rest your forehead against his. “fuck the world if it does.”
you chuckle. “i love you, rin.”
“you better.”
little did you know, the two of you could actually be seen through a small gap that revealed backstage to the audience. fans saw the opportunity and grabbed it by the balls.
you’ll see the field day that twitter was having later.
ITOSHI SAE:
it’s no secret that itoshi sae was a very stressful person to be around.
from his superiority complex-bred narcissism, to his high standards, no one enjoys taking care of him and he doesn’t enjoy anyone else taking care of him. apart from you, it seems; his lovely partner who has been by his side for longer than anyone could have ever fathomed.
how you two existed, you don’t even know the answer yourself. like sure, you were there, but were you really? sae is an enigma that you’re still actively trying to crack, even after moving in together and waking up beside him every morning, you don’t understand your beloved boyfriend.
it’s mostly because sae’s clueless in all realms outside of football; mix this with his prideful personality, he’s not easily decipherable.
put simply: one of the top youth footballers is not what he seems.
despite his unaffectionate tendencies, you think he likes being in a relationship with you. despite having to initiate dates and movie nights, you think he enjoys them as much as you. despite looking aloof and apathetic most of the time, you think he cares about you too.
one tweet sends you reeling, questioning everything you’ve thought.
@dreamyysaei’m sorry, but sae just looks so bored and miserable next to y/n. and they’ve been together for how long!??!!?!?
under the tweet is a photo of you and sae from a red carpet event last week where you were his plus one. despite how incredible you looked, smiling and all, you can’t deny that your partner didn’t match your energy.
usually, you would just say that it was his natural face and expression because, well, it is, but now you’re not too sure. anxiety ripples within you and it’s difficult to scroll away from the tweet. you can deal with hate comments, but with this tweet so direct and confrontational about your relationship rather than your character, it strips your armour down and you’re left standing in the depths of your mind naked. the comments and retweets don’t help.
“y/n?” a faint voice echoes. “y/n?” it repeats, louder this time.
“y/n!”
you jolt a little in shock, turning around on the kitchen stool to see sae in the doorway connected to the kitchen.
“oh, sae, what’s up?” quickly, you turn off your phone and put it on the marble counter.
he walks over to you with an inquisitive look in his eyes. “i was just gonna ask if you could buy some ingredients for dinner because i need to start making it, but what’s up with you?” the last statement is more of a demand than a question.
you sigh as he wakes over, rubbing your face. you feel horrible. “nothing’s wrong. what did you need me to get?”
he narrows his eyes, noticing your insistence to avoid them. “no, what’s wrong?”
normally, you would have held your ground and continued a back-and-forth until he gave up but with sae approaching closer and closer, you feel overwhelmed by that stupid tweet once more. “seriously, it’s nothing. just tell me what i need to buy, sae.”
“something’s bothering you, it’s obvious. so tell me, what’s wrong? you told me that honesty was best in relationships.”
you huff at the memory of your own words, can’t believe he was using them against you now. feeling cornered by stubbornness and hypocrisy, you swallow your humiliation by unlocking your phone. the exact tweet that sent you spiralling is displayed shamelessly on the screen which you show sae.
he’s quiet, reading it wordlessly.
without giving you a chance to elaborate, the soccer player is gone, ambling down the halls to your shared bedroom. he returns moments later, phone in hand and avidly searching for something.
not a sound escapes him during this process and you’re about to ask him if he was okay before his phone is shoved in your face.
it’s a red carpet photo from the same night, but from a different angle. this one is more to the side and where your 3/4 profile is displayed proudly, sae is looking directly at you with a faint smile on his face, a softness in his eyes that the public hardly gets to see.
“this is my favourite photo of us, and you know how much i hate paparazzi and photographers,” the red-haired begins, boring through you with teal eyes. sae looks like he’s struggling to continue. “you know how much i hate red carpet events, but you know how much i like you.”
“i’m sorry that i’m not all that public about it, but you’re one of few people that i actually like. i hate it when people are snooping so i try to give them as little as possible to work with, but this was my mistake. you know that i’m not miserable around you, right?”
you break into a small grin. “what do you mean ‘few’? you only like me, dumbass.”
your boyfriend scoffs as you throw your arms around his neck whilst he wraps his securely around your middle. “shut the fuck up,” the footballer whispers into your skin, his harsh words bouncing right off and replaced by a delicate kiss.
“so mean, but yes, i know. i’m sorry, i guess the tweet got to me. now can you tell me what groceries i need to buy?”
“fuck it, i’m ordering takeout. gonna show you how much i adore you.”
now you know how much sae itoshi loves being in a relationship with you.
–@theitoshisae replying to @dreamyysae: i’m miserable cause fuckers like you bother me with this shit.
awww they all look so cute 🥺 especially Rin, Nagi and Reo! ヽ((◎д◎))ゝლ(^o^ლ)
(art by @chanomoty on twt)