a/n: omgg thank you for requesting! I love this request sm! Ill try making more itoshi brothers oneshots in the future :) enjoy the oneshot !

Itoshi Rin Itoshi Sae x Reader !

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What Goes Around

Rin didn’t regret his decision.

That’s what he told himself, at least.

When he broke things off with you, it had been clean—no dramatics, no yelling. You had only looked at him for a long moment, as if memorizing his face, before nodding. “I see,” you had said, voice steady. “I wish you the best, then.”

No begging. No anger.

For some reason, that had made Rin feel even worse.

But he had made his choice. His first love, the girl he had admired since childhood, was back in his life, and he had to see things through. It was only fair to be honest with you, rather than string you along.

So why did it still bother him?

At first, he didn’t hear much about you. You weren’t the type to mope publicly or seek attention. If anything, you had thrown yourself into your studies even more than before. When the teachers praised you, when your grades climbed even higher, Rin had ignored the strange feeling in his chest.

Then you disappeared.

Not literally, of course, but you were gone from Japan before he even realized it. An overseas scholarship to Spain—granted to you for your academic excellence. You hadn’t even told him.

Not that you needed to.

He should be happy for you. Shouldn’t he?

But then, the whispers started.

“Did you hear? Itoshi Sae has been seen with y/n a lot in Spain.”

“They say he’s been spoiling her, taking her to expensive restaurants and matches.”

“They look good together, don’t they? A power couple.”

Rin stiffened.

Sae? His brother?

Wooing you?

That couldn’t be right.

But the more he listened, the clearer the truth became. He saw pictures on social media—of you at one of Sae’s matches, of you in Madrid, of Sae leaning in too closely with that infuriating smirk of his.

And worst of all? You looked happy.

Rin clenched his fists, jaw tight. He had made his choice.

So why did it feel like he was the one left behind?

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Thank you soso much for reading ! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

• Zayne/Sylus/and Xavier don’t particularly react much. He’ll take notice that you’re humming and simple slide in next to you as you cook, finding his spot as he either helps you cook or just keeps himself a steady presence next to you.
• Sylus would hum with you a little bit too if he recognises the song - which he probably does since he’s been hearing it playing often as of late so it’s also been kind of stuck in his head. You’ve got a slightly off key singing partner but it’s endearing still to hear his low voice next to yours, adding to the quiet of the day.
• Zayne and Xavier might ask what song it is and if you like it since it seems like you’ve been humming it a lot. He might also want to put it on and ignore it if you decide to put it on a loop because you’re just obsessed with it.
• If Rafayel had enough sleep and isn’t exhausted he’ll hum with you, harmonizing softly and enhancing the way your voice sounds. To him, that’s the loveliest song and he would hate to do anything to outshine you.

a/n: ooooo nice idea !! Heres the oneshottt! Thank you for requesting <33

Mikage Reo x Reader !

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Harmony in Motion

The grand piano gleamed under the soft glow of the stage lights. Mikage Reo sat at its bench, fingers hovering over the keys, his usual confident smirk replaced with something softer—something filled with quiet anticipation.

Beside him, you adjusted your violin, drawing in a slow breath. The air was thick with the expectant silence of the empty concert hall. It was just the two of you here, a private rehearsal before the actual performance.

“You ready?” Reo asked, his voice low, almost reverent.

You met his gaze and smiled. “Always.”

With that, his fingers pressed into the first note, a deep, resonant chord that vibrated through the air. It was warm, steady—the perfect foundation.

Then, you lifted your bow and let the violin sing.

The melody weaved between Reo’s playing, light and fluid, dancing over the steady rhythm of the piano. It was effortless, as if the two of you had been playing together for years. You knew when to push, when to pull back, when to let Reo’s music guide yours, and when to take the lead.

Reo, followed your cues perfectly.

His eyes flickered toward you between notes, taking in the way your body swayed slightly with each stroke of the bow, the way your expression softened in concentration. You were lost in the music, and honestly? So was he.

The song built up, rising in intensity, the piano’s deep chords clashing beautifully with the violin’s soaring melody. It was a push and pull, a conversation told through sound rather than words.

Then, with one last sweeping note, you both ended in perfect sync.

Silence.

Then a breath—

And Reo turned to you, his grin wide, his purple eyes shining with something close to admiration. “Damn,” he murmured, fingers still resting on the keys. “We sound incredible together.”

You let out a soft laugh, lowering your violin. “We do.”

He smirked. “We should do this more often.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The duet or spending time together?”

Reo chuckled, standing up from the bench and stepping closer. “Both.”

And somehow, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time your music intertwined with his.

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Thank you for reading ! I’m really sorry if reo seemed ooc, since i still dont really know how to write him (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠). Thank you for reading !

• It doesn’t matter what you make for him - as long as you’ve made it he loves it. He doesn’t often get himself fresh pastries only because he’s always on the go so something that has a tendency to go stale quickly or can’t just be shoved into a bag or pocket isn’t convenient for him.
• When you present him with the cake he happily takes it, telling you to come sit with him because it’ll taste far better if you’ll eat with him. He savors the flavors and genuinely really enjoys, even if it’s not the typical flavor profile he likes. Typically he prefers sweets that aren’t too sweet and likes creamier tastes but it doesn’t matter whenever you present him with something. It’s automatically his favourite because you gave it to him.
• He especially loves receiving your cake on his birthdays. He insists that you don’t have to do that for him every year but you do any way. He makes note of them every year so he can tell you what he likes - and somehow he manages to find something new about the cake every time. He also loves it when you don’t tell him what flavour you’re going to attempt making it and loves your ingenuity whenever you present him with a unique looking cake.

i gotchu ml <3 thank you for the req!

when they find out they have a kid

ex-husband!bllk x fem!reader. angst, cursing, mentions of sex (no smut), chigiri and yuki’s kids have names

chigiri hyoma

-> “no way,” your legs shake as you take in your ex-husband’s appearance for the first time in nearly six years

-> when chigiri sees the child behind you, he’s almost offended that you moved on so quickly, based on the child’s older age. but then he sees the bright red fridge peeking out from beneath the boy’s beanie, and his heart stops

-> you hurriedly grab your son’s hand. “come on, hikari. we’re going to miss the bus, and i don’t want you out too long in this weather.” he mumbles a response and follows, but chigiri wraps a trembling hand around your arm, holding you in place

-> “y/n, what—“ “hey! let go of my mom!” hikari yells when he sees, immediately kicking chigiri in the shins in an attempt to “rescue” you

-> you would have laughed if you weren’t on the verge of a mental breakdown. telling your son to stop, you quickly step between the two and kneel down to match hikari’s height. “stop. thank you for protecting me, honey, but i… i know him. it’s okay.”

-> he’s not convinced, but your son knows better than to argue back with you. he shoots the man, his father, a single glare when you stand to catch chigiri’s shaky stare

-> “wh—y/n, what the fuck?” you decide against scolding him for cursing in front of a child considering the situation. “how old is he? how long… what the fuck! i have a son?”

-> you swallow hard. “yes.” behind you, hikari tenses. “he’s my dad? but he’s pretty!” you swat playfully at your son and try desperately not to laugh

-> the surprise meeting made you miss the bus, and chigiri offers to drive you home for a long overdue discussion

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