lya

💌 #three nurse’s office.

you don’t know who decided sports day was a good idea, but you’d like to have a word. maybe trip them on the track for good measure.

the entire school is buzzing with over-the-top enthusiasm. classmates shouting about races and relays like this is the olympics. meanwhile, you’re just trying to get through the day without embarrassing yourself. the sun beats down mercilessly, and the PE teachers are way too excited for their own good.

"having fun?" someone nudges your shoulder, and you sigh before even looking.

"oh, tons," you deadpan, adjusting your wristband. "nothing like public humiliation to make lifelong memories."

“btw you’re up next for the relay,”

you blink. “no, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. we’re short a runner.”

you open your mouth to argue, maybe feign sudden food poisoning, but before you can, the teacher claps their hands. “alright, let’s keep things moving! step up if you’re in the next race!”

your classmate pulls a face, and you groan, dragging yourself to the track. you've run in a relay before, but never in one this competitive. sure, you jog sometimes, but never in a setting like this. rushing to the line, you begin warming up, trying to shake off the nerves as you stretch your legs, rolling your shoulders as you steal a glance at the crowd. most students are too busy chatting or hyping up their teammates to notice you, but then your eyes land on him.

rin itoshi, standing at the sidelines, arms crossed, watching. his gaze is sharp and focused, like he's assessing something. you don’t know why he’s here. soccer players don’t usually bother with school events like these. but he’s watching, and for some reason, that makes your nerves spike even more. you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, even though you knew he caught you staring. there was something magnetic about his presence, something that made you feel as if you'd fallen into an endless gaze, searching for meaning in those unspoken words. why did it feel like he was speaking directly to you, even without a sound? your gaze was lost in a trance when you suddenly felt someone shake your shoulders.

"hello, earth to yn? i really hope you're paying attention. you're the last one to run, so you're crucial. got it?"

shaking yourself out of the daze you had slipped into, the voice snapped you back to reality.. it was the team captain, standing right in front of you, his hands still on your shoulders, trying to get your attention.

"y-yeah, got it," you stammered, trying to steady your breathing and mask the lingering confusion in your mind. his words were clear, but the strange pull of that gaze still clouded your thoughts.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "focus, we're in the middle of something here."

hehe so many kisses tdy

💌 #two when the past comes running.

“alright, if we’re doing this, let’s do it properly. let’s exchange contact info.”

you gave rin a flat look. “you mean you don’t have it already?”

“i don't have it saved.”

you scoff, shaking your head as if he just insulted you. "bitch, we have one class together," you mutter under your breath.

"what was that?"

"nothing, sorry."

"thought so." he tapped lazily at his screen before shoving his phone toward you without looking up. “here. add yourself. don’t make me regret this.”

you snatched the phone from his hand, rolling your eyes. “trust me, i’m the one with regrets.”

you narrowed your eyes at him before saving your contact with a very fitting name, rin the vanisher. 

“also, we need to set up some ground rules. no kissing, no hugging without permission, anything else?” rin’s voice was steady, like he was setting the rules for a game neither of you were ready to play. 

you raised an eyebrow. “no kissing?” you said with a slight smirk. “what’s next, no holding hands?”

he shrugged, his expression still unreadable. “we could hold hands, but only around school.”

you raised an eyebrow at his casual offer, your mind spinning. hold hands? just around school? 

rin noticed your hesitation and smirked, clearly amused by your confusion. “what, you’re not up for it?” he teased, his tone barely masking the challenge beneath.

you crossed your arms, fighting the inexplicable warmth that spread across your face. “it’s not that. just seems strange for a couple to only hold hands, that’s all.”

his shrug was nonchalant, his expression unreadable as always. “whatever. it’s just a gesture. we’re not actually dating anyways.”

you bit your lip, was he truly this detached, this uninterested in the emotional weight of his words and actions?

you let out a long breath as you walked to school with rin the next day. things were still awkward, but you both seemed to have settled into a sort of routine. talking just enough to avoid silence, but not enough to make it feel real. and then, just as you and rin reached the school gates, otoya intercepted you, a mischievous grin already plastered on his face.

“hey, sweetheart, you got a minute?”

FUGK YES I LOV E THIS SMSMSMSMSM

bus pal!sae who started taking the bus because he didn't want to waste gas going to his gym.

bus pal!sae who sat in the first row in hopes that no one would sit next to him.

bus pal!sae who’s plan failed because you sat next to him in a rush.

bus pal!sae who paid no mind to you until he felt a weight against him. bus pal!sae who couldn't believe your audacity to fall asleep on him.

bus pal!sae who didn't wake you up, which turned to be a huge mistake when you started awake in a panic thirty minutes later.

bus pal!sae who watched you panic when you asked if the stop to your university had already passed. who watched as you dejectedly sat back down in your seat, accepting your fate.

bus pal!sae who wasn't as surprised when you fell asleep on his shoulder again the next day.

bus pal!sae who woke you up this time. bus pal!sae who’s heart fluttered a bit when you endlessly thanked him.

bus pal!sae and you who fell into a routine. you who would always fall asleep on him, and he who would always wake you up.

bus pal!sae who didn’t ride the bus once for some reason, who listened as you lightheartedly scolded him for abandoning you.

bus pal!sae who never skipped his ride after that.

bus pal!sae who caught himself looking forward to see you everyday.

bus pal!sae who decided that he wanted your number. but bus pal!sae who would always miss his chance. either you fell asleep too soon or rushed out too fast, your thank you's left in your trail.

bus pal!sae who forced himself to hold you back and grab you by the wrist before you left the bus.

bus pal!sae who finally got your number.

also, bus pal!sae who never told you that his stop was before yours.

a/n:- everybody say thank u jazz for inspiring this!!

m.list

rin itoshi is acting weird. weirder than usual.

he’s been hovering around you all day, lurking like some kind of socially inept ghost, arms crossed, eyes darting away every time you look at him for too long. at first, you think he’s mad about something. then you remember rin’s always mad about something, so that’s not exactly new.

but this? this is new.

“are you okay?” you finally ask, shutting your locker as you turn to face him.

rin makes a face like he just swallowed his own pride whole. “yeah. why wouldn’t i be?”

you raise an eyebrow. “because you’ve been staring at me like you have something to say, but you’re too stubborn to say it.”

he exhales sharply, muttering something under his breath. you catch the words “stupid” and “why is this so hard” before he finally, finally spits it out.

“be my girlfriend.”

it’s not a question. it’s barely even a request. he just says it, flat and awkward and a little demanding, like he’s forcing the words out against his will. his ears are tinted red.

you blink. “huh?”

“you heard me.” he shifts his weight from foot to foot, clearly resisting the urge to look away. “don’t make me say it again.”

a grin creeps onto your face. “are you asking me or telling me?”

rin glares at you, but it’s weaker than usual, like he’s one second away from combusting. “just answer the damn question.”

you let the silence stretch for a moment, just to mess with him, before shrugging. “sure.”

his shoulders relax, but only slightly. “good.”

“good,” you echo, amused. “you’re really bad at this, by the way.”

“shut up.”

i would not accept this confession #bye