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# 04 - requiem for a dream

— MLIST ;; did u guys know? i rlly like otoya

WARNINGS !! smoking, explicit mentions of smoking marijuana; NSFW, mentions of masturbation + otoya wanting to have sex w/ reader

the practice on the following day bored y/n quite a lot. there were no friendly practice matches and no one paid her much attention except for karasu, who'd try to flex his muscles and his soccer skills for the girl every now and then but would get immediately stopped by kenyu.

nagi would sometimes plop down next to her, asking her if she's got any games on her phone since reo took his but he'd leave as fast as he came due to the purple player dragging him back to the pitch.

what y/n found the most peculiar was rin. the black-haired man hadn't paid her any attention ever since she came. well, he didn't do that yesterday either but ever since her argument with him, (and the twitter conversations) she expected him to say something to her or at least look at her but much to her dismay, he didn't. he was far too focused on scoring to care.

y/n was practically dying of boredom just 30 minutes into the match until her daydreaming state was ruined due to the loud entrance of eita.

eita looked worse than he did the previous day. his hair was messed up, his beanie was nowhere to be found, there was evident blush and sweat decorating his features—he also had a lopsided smile.

what surprised her the most however, was the familiar scent of marijuana that echoed throughout him—it was obvious to anyone who looked at him for more than 2 seconds to realise that he had been smoking.

she was the first to greet him, she rushed quickly towards him before anyone could question him.

she wrapped him into a hug—an action that was happily reciprocated by the taller man.

she leaned her face into the crook of his neck, her lips close to his ear and mumbled 'meet me in the parking lot after practice, kay?'

eita froze, he didn't say anything but slowly nodded at her after she pulled apart—the same smile plastered across his features yet his eyes told a different story, his eyes looked as if he'd accomplished something extraordinary.

the pair of teenagers—specifically y/n were unaware that a set of teal eyes had been staring at them since the man's arrival. rin didn't know why but ever since y/n hugged eita, he was desperate to punch something or someone.

but those thoughts left as soon as they came. once y/n pulled apart, he quickly removed his eyes from her figure and began to play as if nothing had happened however, he knew couldn't shake away those thoughts.

he looked at eita again, he was smiling—other than the effects of the drug, just what did y/n say to him that made him like that? he wondered but he knew he didn't have time to dwell on such mundane matters so instead of questioning or hypothesising, he took his attention back to the ball that placed near his shoes.

he'll just ask eita another time.

eita was joyous, to say the least. not only did the drug make him feel as if he's been walking in clouds but the realization that y/n —someone he'd pinning for (at least) a day now—had asked to meet him somewhere private yet happiness was short-lived since her father—the coach, finally noticed him and began to scold him for being so very late.

karasu took this opportunity to walk and sit down next to y/n on the benches and question her about what she could've possibly said to eita to make him look so joyous.

once he asked, y/n just shrugged—not even bothering to elaborate. he tried to pester her further but all his attempts were futile. he didn't lost hope though but was forced to give up once he heard his coach calling for him.

at last, a good thing came to y/n’s day after all. she couldn't wait to meet eita in the parking lot.

once the practice nearly died out and most of the team was busy getting rehydrated. y/n slipped out carefully from the benches to make her way to the parking lot but not before sending off a wink in eita's direction as an indication and reminder for their activities.

otoya wasn't a bad a person—no, far from it; he was a good friend, a good brother and an amazing soccer player.

yet there was a field in which he lacked—romantic relationships. he wasn't ever the one to involve himself in the world of dating, he'd rather prefer to hook up with someone once or twice and leave them be.

but he wasn't a heartless creature, he'd make sure that the other party was aware of what they were getting themselves into and if the other ever caught feelings? then that's on them. besides, he stayed friends with numerous people he hooked up with—including karasu, that's how they had met and now? their hookups were long forgotten and they were simply just friends.

otoya wasn't a perv either. well, he sort of us was but there was a side to him that would scream out in guilt everytime he ever had lewd thoughts or did something unacceptable by society.

so when he saw the coach's daughter entering the gym, he couldn't help but be infatuated by her. maybe it was the way her breasts looked or her thighs? he didn't know. all he knew was that he wanted to get a taste of her, no matter the cost.

a part of him felt guilty for feeling such a way towards his coach's daughter but all sense left him when he realised the effect she has caused to him.

that night, when he arrived late at home and sore from practice; he rushed to the bathroom, not to shower but to get rid of the seemingly unnoticeable yet uncomfortable problem that he had.

he let the predictable movement of water dull out the sounds of his groans and grunts as he began to take care of his problem, all while wishing, imagining that she were the one doing it for him.

so when today, she requested him to meet him at the parking lot, he couldn't help but let his imagination wander but, he knew that he still had practice and should focus on it. ultimately, he chose to slack off instead—i mean, he was already high and maybe he'd get a memory to treasure so it was a reasonable trade, no? just one day of practice for a lifetime of lewd imagery that would bless his mind.

he was excited, to say the least. when she winked in his direction when he was busy drinking water. the unnoticeable action did wonders to his lower half and he couldn't wait to get rid of his frustrations soon.

he walked a few moments later, nodding goodbye to his team as he made his way to the parking lot where he saw her standing so innocently in the parking lot which was now mainly empty except for a few cars that belonged to other club members.

'hey eita,' she called out to him. the way his name fell out of her tongue made him wish to completely destroy her to the point where his name was the only one she could mutter.

'please, call me otoya,' he spoke, in turn. ''kay, 'toya, do you have a car?' she inquired.

a devilish smirk appeared on his face, 'no but we can narrow tabito's, i'm sure he wouldn't mind, why?'

'well... i just need some of the stuff,' she spoke, 'y'know? i smelled marijuana from you today.'

oh. so that's why she wanted to meet him. right, no girl like her would ever want to meet someone like him for anything but weed. his disappointment was immeasurable but nonetheless, he responded to her in hopes that maybe once she'll allow him to get his way with her.

'yeah, got a whole stash,' he said, trying to not make his disappointment evident. 'you smoke?' he asked as he lead her towards tabito's car.

'mhm, yeah. tried to stop before moving here and was successful 'til i met you and now i want to feel it again,' she explained. 'then, y/n, you're going to love what i have.'

the walk towards tabito's car was short-lived. he opened the door as fast as he could with his already stoned state. he was careful to not get caught by any teachers or club members here nor did he want tabito to interrupt them.

the two teenagers finally sat themselves in the car with eita on the driver's seat and y/n on the passenger's.

finally, eita reached into the dashboard of the car and removed his stash of marijuana. the plant was welcoming y/n, she was desperate to smoke it.

eita noticed her eagerness and stifled a chuckle, he took the drug out of it's container and began to roll a blunt for her as efficiently as he could.

eventually he succeeded and placed it in the teenager's mouth; after doing so, he made one for himself as well.

y/n allowed the drug to intoxicate her senses, robbing her of any sense she had earlier. she felt light, as if her worries had been drained and removed from her body with the smoke she exhaled. there was a sort of peace that came with this. so what if she was harming herself? as long as she could feel at such an ease, she'd willingly sacrifice herself for it.

'how do you feel?' eita asked her with a grin on his face. a smile had found it's way onto her features as well, 'better than i felt all week.'

'that's good to hear,' he said as he turned to look at her, 'you should smile more, makes you look pretty.'

she ignored him as she took another inhalation of the plant. she felt happy, giddy, light-headed. she couldn't get enough.

she looked at the man next to her, she felt a sort of admiration for him. 'thank you for this 'toya,' she said. the man next to her looked at her in shock as if his ears were deceiving him.

'for what?'

'dunno. guess for the weed? most of my old friends wouldn't even let me near the stuff since they were scared for my health,' she explained, starting to feel bittersweet over the remembrance of her dear friend, kunigami rensuke, who'd always look out for her health.

y/n began to talk again, explaining her old life to the stranger next to her. maybe it was the effects of the drug but she felt so at ease that she was willing to tell him everything about her life even though she only met him yesterday.

eita, too, felt the same way. maybe the drugs but he didn't mind telling her about his familial life or any of his problems either—things he didn't even tell tabito, his best friend.

they spent a few hours in the car, talking, smoking and getting to know each other better. by the end of the night, otoya dropped her off at her house as he bid her good bye but not before asking her if they would ever do that again, to which, she had just said 'we'll see.'

otoya didn't care anymore. all the lewd thoughts he had about the woman were lost like the exhalation of the smoke that penetrated and destroyed his body.

he didn't care anymore, he didn't care about whether or not he had sex with her. honestly? he'd prefer talking to her than having sex. he'd gladly chose her over any other thing, if promised to recreate such an evening.

with one last look at her white, mundane house, he went back to his car, scrolling through a few photos he took of her and him today. he smiled a bit—it was a genuine of smile of happiness.

even though, most of his time spent with her consisted of him being high, he was sober enough to know that he really enjoyed her company and desired to spend more time with her, sober, without the effects of drugs.

it wasn't a crush nor was it him wanting to get between her pants, no, far from it. he just wanted to get close with her since he believed that she understood him better than anyone else.

it was a messed-up, intimate relationship that otoya enjoyed. he smiled thinking of a few memories of the day, he really did enjoy her presence.

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cw: angst, checkmate references, implied character death, wrong capitalization but bare with me

word count: 347 words

author note: this is from leo’s pov and it might be ooc help

written by: mod ritsu❄️

the day I met you…it’s like the sun finally shined its light on me…

we were similar in nature, too similar in fact.

your smile brought light into my day as if reaching out your hand to me so that we could run together on the bright sunny day.

you’ve always said the same thing about me, how me and my songs “saved” you.

I really didn’t understand what you meant then, and I don’t think I ever will understand what you mean now, or ever actually.

but back then it didn’t matter-you gave me warmth, and I returned it.

but since we’re so similar…we were bound to dig each other’s graves.

I was so focused on myself and how I hurt everyone that I deprived you of your light.

yet you never stopped giving me your warmth.

you kept giving and giving even though there was nothing to receive back.

you kept giving and giving until you burned yourself out.

you kept giving and giving until your light disappeared completely.

I couldn’t save you.

pathetic isn’t it? a knight unable to save someone he swore his loyalty to.

I wonder, would you be ashamed to look at me now?

hey! tell me how i “saved” you? unlike Sena or Tenshi I’m stupid, you see!

so tell me! I know it’s selfish to ask since, in the end, I couldn’t save you or anyone, but how do I make someone smile for just a bit longer?

what can I do to see you smile again?

but no matter how much I ask you won’t ever respond to me ever again, will you?

it’s cruel you know, giving me so much light then depriving me of it forever!

wahaha! this is all your fault!

…who am I kidding. it’s my fault. I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t save anyone.

I wish I wasn’t also the sun…maybe if I was the moon I could have reflected the light back to you.

but if it’s even possible…if we meet again, could you please shine your light upon me once more?

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・.・゜

“—No thank you.” How many has it been since then? “I'm not interested.” Rejection after rejection.

You could only stare as Rin turned down another box of chocolates one of the girls prepared for him on this specific day. You watched as the expression on the girls face turned sour, nose scrunching, and forced a quivering smile out of her.

“Ah, I see.” You watched as she walked away in a solemn manner. Yeah, you watched.

That's what you've been doing all day. You watched as your best friend rejected every person that dared to offer him anything on Valentines, and each time you see another one approaching—it strikes fear within your heart.

Because you knew, had you not decided to be a wuss and hide the love letter in your bag earlier that morning—you'd probably be the one in their shoes. Rin gestured for you to follow him after a few seconds of standing in the middle of the hallways, and you reluctantly followed, a bit tired now that you've finally reached the end of the day.

You heaved a heavy sigh, “Are you tired?” Rin asked, staring while you stretched your back. You hummed, before chuckling, “A bit, I got pushed around by your fans a lot. But it was worth it, seeing them all fawn over you was hilarious.” You joked.

It was true though, no matter how painful their harsh pushes past you were—seeing them fight over one guy was funny to watch. Even if that one guy was the person you were currently unrequited with. Rin stayed quiet, one hand reaching over to unzip his bag and rummaged through it.

You stared in anticipation, not sure as to what he was looking for. “Here.” To your surprise, Rin held a box of chocolates in front of you. Your eyes widened, wondering where and when he got the chocolates, “It's from one of the people who gave it to me, I'm not sure who, I forgot.” You being the tired person you were, thought nothing of it and instead slowly held the end of the box while his fingers tightly gripped onto the other one.

“I don't really like chocolate, they taste like wax.” He murmured quietly, a small stitch to his eyebrows already said a lot about what he felt. “They're lukewarm, right?” You playfully teased, and Rin unsurprisingly nodded his head in agreement.

“Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then.” You hummed, usually the two of you go home together, so why is he in a rush now? “Aren't we gonna go home together?” You asked way too quickly, not even considering that fact that he must be tired after being the star of the whole school earlier.

“Sorry, that sounded desperate...” Your apology was immediately followed by an awkward laugh. Rin lightly shook his head, “It's fine. I'm just... Tired. Bye.” You rose a brow, he said bye a little too quickly just now. Just what is going on in his head?

Rin slowly began to walk away while you looked back down at the crimson box in your hands, lightly staring at it before it hit you.

“Wait. You never accepted any of their chocolates.” Rin paused, almost like he'd been caught. Your eyes widened, a blush immediately creeping up your cheeks when you finally realized.

“You bought me these?!” You yelled, a little too loudly. You covered your mouth and whispered a small apology to nobody in particular. Rin did not dare to turn around, instead he gave you a small wave, “I'll see you tomorrow.” He said, before continuing to walk—just a little bit faster this time.

You smiled widely and ran to his side, not letting him escape when he'd just done the sweetest thing anyone has ever did for you. “That is so sweet of you.” You lightly nudged his side. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” Rin stayed quiet, too busy staring at the gate ahead of him, before he sighed when the silence that followed was too unbearable.

“... You're welcome.”

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

may i present to u guys 🫴 college crush!rin

HEHSJEHHEJE big thanks to my g nami for suggesting this oh my god im brainrotting alright 😩

btw some other bllk boys make an appearance as well hehe andd im trying out a new format so pls bear w me idk what im doing idek if this is even good or not lmfao

random headcanons/scenarios that i could see happening with rin as your college crush („ಡωಡ„)

meeting rin for the first time when you get paired up with him for an assignment; unwillingly at that bcs rin would never expand his social circle outside of the soccer team. such a lukewarm thing to do, or so he said idk lol

imagine like you’d already planned to partner up with your friend and then someone else (spoiler: it’s bachira) butts in, saying he’s gonna be pairing up with your friend instead.

and you end up with rin ☺️ who’s got the iciest gaze ever when he’s walking up to you, making you visibly shrink in your seat jwjdhskkd

bachira would be like “don’t worry, rin chan is not even that bad!!” boi you haven’t started doing anything yet and mans already glaring daggers at you for no apparent reason 😭

ok imagine IMAGINE rin and you working on your assignment in the library hehehehe the hushed whispers, the way his hand brushes against yours from time to time when he’s teaching you things or vice versa, some light banters here and there bcs rin just had to disagree with you most of the time, saying stuff like your ideas are dumb like bro stfu ik i aint a smartass like u 🙄

i can certainly see him as the type who helps you get books from the higher shelves without you asking him to bcs he just knows.

let’s say you’re there scouring your eyes at the shelves, thinking which kind of book fits your understanding better. and then rin would come up behind you, his steps light, chest pressing against your back as his arm reaches for a book. there’s a small empty space on the lower shelf in front of you, and he silently puts the printed work there.

“that’s a good one,” he’d mutter before walking back to the table, not even realizing how red you’ve become from the close proximity, his deep, silky voice and the warmth he emits.

KWGSHSJSKD no i’m definitely not blushing while typing that 🚶‍♀️

imagine doing your work together and then something came up so he had to go. when you ask him what’s up he’d just answer “i got practice.” like bro ?? 💀💀

anyways out of context but if youre blocking his way without noticing rin would undoubtedly say something like “oi. you’re in the way, dumbass.” while looking down at you like the first pic here wkkwkwk

further into your friendship (you could say that i guess), rin can either become more of a menace where he insults you even worse or he’s just a little kinder towards you. no in between.

rin on the inside: ig you’re my friend now or whatever 🙄

he’s so silly i cant

for sure he gets into fights w shidou a lot. at this point the whole college doesn’t even care anymore bcs it has become almost a weekly occurrence for them to fight. the other boys; isagi, chigiri, karasu, etc theyre the ones who have to hold them two back all the time while eita just watches hahahhajwhdd

eita: 🍿🤏😲

accompanying rin at the nurse’s office while he gets his injuries treated <3

rin is definitely the type who radiates passive dominance unconsciously. what i mean is like if you’re the type who’s insecure with yourself abt whatever (pls don’t be insecure you’re beautiful 🧎‍♀️), rin would encourage you in one way or another, without him realizing it too

for example you’re insecure with your voice so you tend to not repeat yourself when talking, or cover your mouth to stifle your laughter, speak in a low volume or just barely talking in general, rin would be like “use your words, y/n.” stuff like that with a frown on his face like yes sir i Am talking.

he’s so seggsy and for what ?:!;/&;£(

also the type who’d ghost his hand on your hips when he wants to walk pass you if the hallway’s a little too crowded or smt JWHSGDHF

watching and waiting for him as he practices soccer with ze bois™️ bcs the two of you planned to study together later 😣 (jk it was actually isagi who planned a study group with everyone but let’s be real here)

rin would lift up his shirt to wipe off his sweat,, unknowingly showcasing his toned abdomen for your eyes to ogle on the world to see and he doesn’t even care if people stare lol that’s just how unbothered he is 🤷‍♀️

smells so freaking good and has the best wardrobe ever send tweet ‼️

now let’s get to the more romantic part *cracks knuckles

obviously the one who confesses is you LMFAO coz like this is itoshi mf rin we’re talking about

he never acts on his feelings because mans in denial THE WHOLE 👏 TIME 👏👏 to hell with butterflies in the stomach or sparks erupting between the two of you. rin is always in denial with his feelings.

he thinks those quote unquote lukewarm feelings are there just because he deems you useful in his life and your presence is tolerable unlike others but jokes on you boy !! you’re in love 🗣🗣

confessing to rin would feel like you’re walking on eggshells bcs the chances of you losing this fragile thing between you and him is very high ykyk so you had to make it kinda nonchalant in a way

you’re telling him that you like him and all, that he doesn’t need to say anything or reciprocate your feelings bcs you’re just letting him know and you wanted to let it off your chest bla bla

at first rin would malfunction. he doesn’t know what to do or say. sure he gets confessions from people left and right almost every single day but this is you.

nonetheless, the bad side of him would win. the bad side that refuses to see the benefits of some things, that it doesn’t want to acknowledge the desire and soft spot he has grown for you. the side that rejects the idea of dating someone. and so he ends up completely turning you down :(

you’re sad of course but you can’t really do anything about it, understandably so because you know how rin is so you opted to just go about your day normally after, albeit trying to steer clear of him so that you could move on.

somehow words got out to your circle of friends and the other boys were dejected that rin rejected you *cries bcs they’re so precious* (karasu and eita lowkey bet on you two as well lmfao)

however it wouldn’t take long for rin to notice that you’re purposely avoiding spending less time with him. he’d more or less figure out why and think that’s for the best.

and yet soon enough rin would take the brunt of your absence. he’d unconsciously start wondering abt you a lot to the point he got called out by someone during practice bcs he was distracted, pondering your whereabouts whenever he’s in the library, sharp eyes zeroing on you like a hawk when he catches sight of you anywhere, longing for you to be with him. basically you’re in his mind 25/8, living there rent free 🛌

by then it’d finally register in his head how important you are to him and how bad he wants you to be in his life.

expect to see rin at your front door one day, awkwardly and stiffly pouring everything that has been on his mind (cough cough you) <3

omg post dating (is it post dating or post talking stage lol idk) rin >>>>> moreover when your relationship is now established 😩

ACT OF SERVICE ALL THE WAY BABEYYYYY

as we all know rin is not good with words so he does things for you a lot; buys lunch for you if you’re too busy studying, take notes for you for the lectures that you miss bcs you’re sick, wordlessly takes your bag to carry it eventho you refused but one glare from rin shut u up real quick hahahwjdj, etc etc

could also be a hindrance to your relationship tho bcs the two of you might struggle a bit with communication, some fights are bound to happen so you have to take the initiative to approach him when things get rough. give him space a bit then have a proper talk when the two of you are ready.

other than that maybe quality time as well bcs eventho rin is always busy, he will try his best to make time for you. that alone is proof how dedicated he can be as a significant other. this man aint doin nothin half assed !!

also enjoys quiet moments with you where the two of you are in a room together but yall are doing your own stuff. he loves knowing you’re there with him, for him. just your presence can bring him so much comfort.

cafe dates every week where he buys you your favourite pastries/desserts and drinks nngggkgkfhjgkg atp you never bothered to argue w him abt the bills bcs you know you’d lose anyway but like still.. boi why wont u let me pay for ONCE

not much pda around campus or in public but yall cuddle a lot behind closed doors bcs this man is hella touch starved ong 😤😤 run your hand through his hair and down his back and he’ll be putty in your hands 🤌

always, always sits beside you during your shared classes. he loves the way his shoulder brushes against yours and thighs touching each other’s under the table 😣

will get embarrassed if his teammates catch him getting affection from you HAHAHHSHS but i think this is only on the early stages. once you’re reached further milestones, rin would send death glares to those who stare.

likes to rest his head on your shoulder, eyes closing when you’re hugging (backhugs too !!) and just. stays there. being this close to you recharges him in some way :3

the type who’d subtly glance at you whenever he makes a goal bcs he lowkey wants you to praise him (definitely not talking abt his brother issues here🚶‍♀️)

intense make out sesh before his match starts as a pre game ritual EVERYTIME🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ “watch me closely.” he’d murmur against your lips JWHSGDHFUCKFH IM SO.

post game;; rin would walk up to you after he makes the last goal, an arm extending to pull you towards him to plant a small kiss on your forehead 🥹

gets hella feral when he sees you wearing his jersey (HAHA iykwim 👁👁), looking all pretty in the slightly oversized piece of clothing mmhm

rin would sometimes sneak you into his dorms so that the two of you could have a horror movie/game night tgt as a date hihi

BUY HIM OWL TRINKETS PLEASE he’d get so happy so starry eyed when you give it to him and will blush if you point it out ueueueuue so baby 😔

not rly the jealous type (he can be but only when he’s rly rly provoked/threatened) but he is protective. if he sees other people tryna hit on you or make you feel uncomfortable, he’ll be there in a second to fend them off (how you ask? thats for him to know and for you to guess)

will NOT hesitate to throw hands or even commit murder if it’s shidou ryusei.

all in all college crush turn bf!rin 9.9/10 ,that minus .1 is bcs rin is a little emotionally constipated but we still love him saur yea :)

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miya atsumu x reader, 2k

SUMMARY: osamu asks if you ever get jealous when people flirt with atsumu.

A/N: holding my hands up to say that yes i love osamu more. i DO. but atsumu has been wreaking havoc in my mind lately…… so. here we are. this is very sappy if i’m being Real with you. also sel this is for u and the unfortunate realisations we have both come to — godbless.

The street lights outside blink an ugly shade of yellow as the sun finally makes way for the moon.

Osamu flips the sign on the front door to closed before taking a seat in front of you.

If your schedule hadn’t been so hectic this week, you’d be at the stadium watching the Black Jackals match in real time and celebrating their win.

Knowing Atsumu, you would most definitely be donning his jersey in the crowd as you cheered. He gets pouty if you don’t, and you’ve learned to pick your battles over the years.

Instead, it’s 8pm and you’ve made yourself comfortable in an empty booth at Onigiri Miya, eyes focused on the screen where it hangs on the wall.

“It’s miraculous you aren’t worried, honestly,” Osamu said, the words slurred through his full mouth. You hum absentmindedly, eyes never leaving the tv screen.

He only gestured at the television, where Atsumu was doing an interview post match and looking particularly handsome despite the sweat dripping down his face. He was nodding, smiling, speaking. The usual motions. There was a woman next to him. You weren’t really looking at her. Atsumu laughed, tipping his head back and exposing the long line of his neck, and you found that infinitely more interesting.

“Worried about all that,” Osamu said. His arm was still aloft, making a motion at the woman interviewing his twin, and when you humoured him to take a look, you found said woman already looking at Atsumu.

“She’s looking at him because he’s speaking,” you pointed out.

Osamu made a face. “Yeah, duh, I know, but like. You know what I mean.” he took a sip of his drink, offering it to you. You took it. “Tsumu getting flirted with at work.”

“Ah,” you said.

He had gotten lemonade, which was sweet of him. You liked lemonade a lot more than he did. "It's been happening since high school. I'm kind of used to it by now."

There was something skeptical in the slant of Osamu’s brow. "He's getting hit on a lot more now though."

You hummed again. You knew that, too. Atsumu had complained about it more than once.

But you reckoned that it was just the natural progression of things. Atsumu had always been attractive, had always been the kind of good-looking that made you question whether your eyes were working correctly, but then he got older.

Broader. More muscular. More confident.

You were willing to bet that it was the confidence that did it more than anything.

Once, when they were all drunk out of their minds, Suna had remarked that Atsumu walked like he "owned fifteen different properties both in Japan and overseas", and you had nearly peed yourself laughing at how ridiculously spot-on it was.

"It doesn't bother me," you said, laughing a little when Osamu's face went from lightly skeptical to completely unconvinced. "Honestly! It really doesn't!"

"Not that I'm saying you have reason to be worried," Osamu began, "but I will never let you forget how fucking sulky you got back then, especially because I was the sorry ass in charge of making sure you cheered up."

You couldn't even defend yourself, but you were going to try to anyway. "I wasn't that bad."

Osamu looked at you with a flat expression. "You at some point said, and I quote, ‘Samu, I am never going to find love ever again,' after a reporter asked for his number."

You screeched, hitting his shoulder and whining when he dodged easily. "Why do you even remember that? Fucking weirdo."

"How else am I gonna keep you under control if not through blackmail?" Osamu said, dodging again when you tried for another hit. "It's your own goddamn fault that you keep giving me ammunition."

"Fuck off, it was different back then. I was in denial and pining over my stupid crush," you sniffed, settling more into the seat and stealing the last of the lemonade in indignation.

"You're still very much in denial and pining," Osamu pointed out. "I don't even fucking know how and why you're still pining because you're actually dating him now."

"Rich coming from you. How long did it take you to ask your girlfriend out again? Pot and kettle or however the saying goes."

Osamu scowled, "I am nowhere near as bad as you.”

"You Libra placements and your denial..."

"Letting you get into astrology is a mistake I will never recover from."

"Please, and when you want me to look at your compatibility chart again-"

Osamu clamped a hand over your mouth, shushing you desperately. "What the fuck."

"The blackmailing is mutual," you said, shoving him off of you. "Equal exchange, I give half of my humiliation to you, you give half of yours to me."

"This isn't equivalent, you gave me all of your embarrassment and I've barely done anything— don't look at me like that."

You only raised an eyebrow further.

"Shut the fuck up."

"I'm not saying anything?"

"You're loud even when you're quiet."

You both give it a break for a while, going back to eating and watching. There was a different player on screen now, one that you’re pretty sure you’ve met before but can’t place the name. Osamu seems to know since he’s listening intently.

Sakusa shows up next, followed by Hinata and Bokuto before it pans back to the whole team and you catch sight of Atsumu again, this time with another interviewer who was standing too close for comfort. At the sight of this exchange, Osamu turns to you again.

"You're really not worried? Like, seriously?" he asked, quieter this time, not a single trace of teasing in his voice.

You were touched with how concerned he was. For all of his complaining, he was invested in your happiness, seemingly more so than his own actual brother.

"Seriously," you repeated. "I'm not worried. Genuinely.”

.

.

.

You were already in bed when Atsumu trudged through the door. Your boyfriend had stopped in place as he found you, and it made you smile, a little helpless, and extend a hand.

"Hi," you said. He didn't move. "You okay?"

"Sorry," he said, rubbing at his eyes and shrugging off his bag. "I just have to make sure I'm not dreaming and that there really is the most gorgeous person on earth in my bed right now."

"Oh fuck off," you said, voice choked and close to a wail. Atsumu only grinned, laughing when you covered your face with your arms.

"Babeee," he whined, ambling over to the bed to plop himself on top of you. "Hey, come on." He reached up to peel your arms away, and the look on his face was something between complete rapture and excitement. He looked at you like that a lot.

"Hi there," Atsumu said, smile wide enough to break his face, and you could never in your life resist it.

"Hi there," you repeated. Your hands went to the back of his neck to tug him down, and he was more than happy to come closer. You hadn't kissed since this morning, and it was almost midnight now. You had to make up for lost time.

"You okay?" you asked again when you came up for air eventually. Atsumu's face was in your neck, his mouth open and sweet against your skin, tongue and teeth and lips laving over the spot where your pulse roared. You kept shivering at each little nip and suck. You could feel Atsumu smiling. You didn't know whether to kiss him again or hit him.

"I'm fine," he mumbled. He pressed another kiss near your collarbone. "Have you now. I'm all good."

You huffed a little laugh through your nose. "My baby’s exhausted?"

You felt more then saw the small shudder that went through his body and hid your smile by putting your face in his hair. He smelled like lavender— the new cologne you had bought him a few weeks ago.

"Yeah," Atsumu said, the words all breathy and sighed-through and it made another shiver hiss through you, fluttery and warm and all-consuming. "Your baby’s exhausted."

"You showered before you got home?" you asked. Atsumu's skin felt clean under your fingers, none of the tackiness of sweat from playing a game left behind.

He made a small noise, petulant, but relented when you wouldn't stop pinching his cheeks.

"Come up, big baby, I just wanna see you— there you are." you smiled, watched as he mirrored it. You ran your thumbs over the highs of Atsumu's cheekbones, over his eyebrows. He closed his eyes, humming as you tipped his face this way and that. His ears were red under all of your careful attention. His ears always did that. You’ve been dating for almost two years.

You were kind of thrilled.

"Look at you," you said, low and hushed and unabashedly awed.

There was a slice of moonlight that had slipped through the curtains, and it caught the side of Atsumu's face— you had spent a lot of time looking at him. Through the years spent as a young girl with a crush so huge it felt world-ending, through the time spent before you got together, carrying feelings under your tongue and biting down in the hopes it wouldn't bleed through your words.

Until now— still as lovestruck as the day you met him but more settled now, more complete, because to love someone as they are and not as they show you is to love them whole— you looked at Atsumu. Sometimes you were sure that you knew Atsumu's face better than your own.

Even back then, when you were just the nebulous idea of friends, studying Atsumu never felt like you were studying a stranger.

You had spent a lot of time looking at him, but even still there were moments where he would turn, or his profile would catch the light differently, or he'd look at you the way he did now, and you’d be overwhelmed all over again.”

"You're so pretty," you said, smiling as red bloomed, ruddy and bright, across the planes of Atsumu's face.

"Baby’s so pretty. Stunning."

"Stop," he whined, trying to get out of your grip, but you knew that whenever your boyfriend said 'stop' he really meant 'keep going'.

"Prettiest boy in the world," you breathed, giggling when Atsumu could only whine again, his face crumpling in embarrassment. "Pretty pretty pretty.”

"That's you," Atsumu said, leaning up a little to press a kiss to your forehead. "The prettiest person in the world is you."

"Hmm, still think it's you," you said, and watched as the flush spread to his neck, over his shoulders, peaches over cream.

It still shocked you sometimes, how well you can read each tick and shift in his expression. How the little twitch to his upper lip meant that he wanted to kiss you, how his eyes would go dark whenever you called him beautiful.

How there was a certain smile that he seemed to save for no one else but you. It sat slightly goofy on his face, crooked and dimpled, a tad bit too human to be shown in front of cameras. You hoarded all of those smiles. Atsumu only ever smiled like that when he was too happy to care about how he looked, too caught up in the bubble you created for yourselves to let any passing thought intrude.

He was smiling like that now.

"Missed you too," you murmured against his mouth, the words a kiss of their own. You cupped his cheeks. "Missed my boyfriend very much."

You watched him as he unfurled, closing his eyes, that smile at full-force. A moonflower in bloom. It scared you sometimes, how much power you had over him. Everyday you woke up and hoped you deserved it.

Atsumu leaned in again, kissed you again, and you were distantly brought back to your conversation with Osamu, to the concern and curiosity in his eyes.

"You're really not worried? Seriously?"

Atsumu's tongue slipped into your mouth, and any last bit of thought was wiped clean.

You weren’t worried. You really, really weren’t.

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

“—Where the fuck is it?” Your boyfriend frantically searched everywhere for the sleeping bag he swore he packed.

You laughed, trying to calm him down—although you've been doing that for 5-10 minutes already—you found no choice in giving up. “Reo, it's okay.” You pat his back, lightly kissing his cheek when he groaned aloud, hanging his head low in between his knees.

“Sorry, I guess I was too excited to notice.” He gave you an apologetic smile. Reo had been planning this camping trip since the moment he came back, finding it to be the most efficient way of spending alone time with you.

You chuckled, jerking your head to the tent, non-verbally suggesting that the two of you should get some shut eye. “We can just share my sleeping bag, hopefully it fits the two of us.”

It, in fact, did not fit the two of you. You grumbled, moving your knees up from the stiff position and accidentally kicked Reo in the balls. He groaned loudly, eyes squinting in pain. “That was my nuts, dickhead.” You laughed, involuntarily moving a lot because of it, which caused Reo to wiggle in the tight space, often kicking you on purpose.

The two of you kept going at it, 'accidentally' hitting each other either in the nuts, or in the face. In the end, Reo suddenly gave you a tight hug and pulled you over to lay on top of him. Your eyes widened, the small room only giving you an inch of space from his lips.

Reo grinned, pulling you closer to him. “Now that's a lot better.” He murmured, tiredly staring up at you while you breathlessly stared back. God, even in the dark, Reo still managed to look so beautiful. You smiled softly, kissing Reo's lips before you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Sorry for kicking your nuts.” You chortled, inhaling his scent from within the sleeping bag. Reo chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending a wave of shivers down your spine, “And I'm sorry for calling you a dickhead, Love.” You accidentally slapped his chest out of embarrassment, Reo could only groan for the nth time that evening. You slowly pulled away from his shoulder, “Sorry, out of impulse.”

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

-;, gloves ; itoshi rin > you can’t stand rin. he abhors you right back- at least, you're pretty sure he does, anyways.

## author's note: surprise! this was meant to be a drabble! shout out to mai for the awesome feedback i <3 u

there is no sound more grating than itoshi rin’s voice. it’s like nails on a chalkboard, a premonition of bad things to come.

his ego is insufferable. the way he looks down on everyone else is embarrassing and cruel. and he’s mean, with the way shuns anyone who tries to speak to him with his brutal words.

you, however, are lucky enough to be the top name on his hit list. he never holds back with you, his words his weapon and you his enemy. with others, he'd be content with ignoring them if they stayed out of his way. but with you? he's always hated your guts. you're not too sure why, but you're not complaining.

long before you realized who he was- (a lunatic, a loser, an egotist)- you were rather impartial to him. it was rin, first, who'd burned the barely-there bridge that lay between you. his sharp looks and uncalled-for comments had blistered your nerves and frayed your patience like it was fine thread.

he never passes on an opportunity to take a dig at you- your looks, your personality, your humor- whatever he can get, he takes. so yeah, itoshi rin hates you, and by proxy, the feeling is very much mutual.

so when he shows up in your clinic 5 minutes before closing, you are beyond annoyed.

well, it's not exactly your clinic- though, it might as well be. it's on the blue lock site, and run by an older woman who's never really there. on the rare occasions she actually showed up to work, she could usually be found in a deep slumber on one of the beds, snoozing peacefully as if there weren't injured athletes coming in every hour.

you basically ran the thing, even though you were only meant to be an apprentice. it was never a bother, though- the players of blue lock were generally not weird and not too annoying. actually, you had been having a pretty lovely day- some of the contestants you'd befriended had visited you and hung around for an hour or so, keeping you company as you tidied the small space.

it's safe to say your good mood was soured the instant a certain individual walked through the doors. the bell jingles and you snap upright from where you were sweeping debris from the floor, eyes narrowing as you saw who it was.

rin looked less than happy to be there. his arms were crossed over his chest, and his expression was flat and annoyed. his figure contrasted the blank, dark sky. past him, you could see snowdrifts lining the floor outside the clinic. you'd forgotten how cold it had been recently. if rin felt the bitter chill, he didn't show it.

he's wearing his practice attire with a navy crewneck thrown over top, and a pair of thin gloves. and he doesn't seem the slightest bit cold. you wonder if he's used to the snow- was it common where he was from?

"what're you here for?" you sound unfriendly and you don't think you'd have it any other way. his nostrils flare and he shuts the door behind him.

(as he moved, you notice a slight, strange shifting in his steps- a limp.)

"it’s not by choice, trust me,” he mutters. unceremoniously, he plops onto one of the open beds and kicks up his feet. his shoes are still on. you think he does this just to spite you.

you check the time. 5 minutes until 9 pm, until you’d finally be free to take the bus back to your apartment. you sigh and make a mental note to look up when the next bus would come.

“your leg?”

“yeah.”

you’re a bit surprised he hasn’t had anything bitter to say yet, as you examine his injury- a dark bruise forming above an undeniably sprained ankle. your fingers flutter over the darkened skin- an expanse that surpasses the main injury, spreading past his knee to his outer thigh.

you put on a poker face to hide your grimace- this must’ve hurt. and you notice that rin, too, stills under your touch. his skin burns hot and you’re not even touching him.

“do you.. have a fever?”

rin scoffs and jerks his head away so he’s not looking at you. “are you stupid? you’re the medical professional here.”

his words drip with venom and your brow furrows. you reach across him to place the back of your palm against his warm face. “you’re burning up.”

he swats your hand away with a scowl. you don’t miss the slight pink tinge to his cheeks, and your eyes widen in surprise. a smile tugs at your lips.

“looks like a nasty sprain.” you’re already back behind your desk, leaving rin alone. you busy yourself with continuing to tidy up and the force of his gaze burns into you like fire.

“okay? what do you want me to do with that information, you piece of shit pediatrician?”

your head pops out from behind the desk. “i’m not a pediatrician.”

“you seem like the kind of person who can only get along with children and not people your own age.”

a huff of air escapes you. “i get along fine with people who aren't... y'know."

he swings his legs off the bed and you give him a look. "you've gotta rest. keep that leg elevated, and put ice or pressure on it. that might hurt, though, with the bruising."

your words brought rin back to the memory of your hands ghosting his skin and he loses the steel tone to his voice. "am i free to go?"

you shrug. you would like to be meaner but you're too tired at the moment. "sure. just come back in like, a week, so i can check on you."

"you're a horrible doctor."

"i'm not a doctor."

"then you're just horrible."

something tells you that rin is too tired to argue, as well, because he's all bark and no bite. his attempts make you laugh and you think you're either going crazy or can see a ghost of a smile creasing his face. you blink and it's gone- but he's still there.

"are you gonna go?"

"i will," he starts defensively, "just waiting for you."

he blinks like his words surprised even himself. you tilt your head. "how very polite."

"of course. wouldn't want anyone to catch a glimpse of your face and then wither away and die."

"oh. nevermind."

he stands up and tries to hide how he winces when his injured leg hits the floor. you watch him slide on his gloves warily. "you done cleaning or what?"

"i'm done."

"come on, then."

you're not sure what changed. maybe the snow that had been falling earlier that day had gotten inhaled and stuck in between his neurons. he hadn't stopped staring at you since he'd entered the clinic, either. he's never been so normal around you. you glance at him as he opens the door for you and there's a heaviness under his eyes- he's tired.

oh. that explains it. itoshi rin does hate you- he's just too exhausted to be bitchy about it. something in you wilts, but you hate him too so you pay it no mind.

the both of you walk in silence until you're about halfway through the property, your negativity brewing like tea in a kettle. it's close to indescribable, how you feel. you want to talk to rin. but he wouldn't want to talk to you. and you shouldn't, you really shouldn't want to like this annoying, insufferable, arrogant piece of human garbage.

"where's your apartment?" he asks.

(your kettle boils over.)

"not far. 10 minutes out."

he nods. you expect the walk to continue in silence until he speaks again. (you hate to admit that you are so, so happy it doesn't.)

"i didn't mean to make you miss your bus."

you snort a laugh and he glances over at you. "is that an apology?"

and suddenly, he can't meet your eyes. oh. it was. you shift your gaze and he suddenly looks very small and uncomfortable, walking next to you. "i'd rather you see me than just go home for that. it's my job. i don't mind."

"i thought you said you weren't a doctor."

"i'm definitely not."

an air of tension shattered with that brief conversation. the ice in the air had melted, and you weren't too sure what to make of it. you pretended to not see the way rin's eyes never left your figure as he continued walking in silence beside you.

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the bus station is quiet and empty. the whisper of the wind forces a shiver out of you as the icy air licks your skin. rin's gaze flits over you the way it has so many times that day, as you take a seat on the bench.

checking the time on your phone, you see that it's a good 10 minutes until the bus' arrival. you bite the inside of your cheek. "thank you for walking me."

"mhm."

rin remains standing, arms crossed.

"especially with your fucked up leg."

"it's not fucked up."

at this, you laugh again. he half-glares at you but there's something softer lingering in his expression- something you don't recognize. "i'm a doctor. you can't lie to me about these things."

"so now you're a doctor?"

"i'm more of one than you."

his brow furrows and he sits on your left. "that doesn't make any sense. of course you are."

"my point exactly."

he sighs but you think he might be fighting a smile. and you're hit with a strange feeling because there's no way that this is the same boy that you've held a grudge against since the day you met him.

he's easy to talk to, even if he doesn't have the most creative replies. he'd caring, even if he doesn't outright show it. you wonder what else you could learn about the enigma that is itoshi rin tonight.

and then you feel even stranger, because he hates you. there's no way around it. he glares at you at any given chance, he calls you demeaning things, he hasn't said a kind word to you, he's never even spared you a glance until tonight.

you wonder what changed, as you look at him. he turns his gaze to you and electricity sparks as your eyes meet. he opens his mouth. he closes it. and then he speaks.

"are you cold?"

you blink in surprise, because you were cold, to the bone, shivering like a leaf in the wind. you're fully dressed and wearing the warmest sweater you could find, but your hands are still reddened with frost. you're kind of impressed by how rin seems unaffected.

"a little," you lie. he sighs and you watch in silence as he peels off his right glove and hands it to you.

"here."

you blink down at the worn, black glove before sliding it onto your right hand. "thanks."

and your heart stutters, and then stops, because he reaches down without looking and holds your bare hand with his. his skin is warm to the touch and you swear you can hear his heartbeat lurch in his wrist. you look at him and he keeps staring straight ahead.

he runs hot, you realize, which is probably why he was able to bear the temperatures outside. did he even need gloves? why was he wearing this?

and then, it hits you: did he plan this?

you hate itoshi rin, but you let him hold your hand as you walk through the snow-covered paths. you hate itoshi rin, but you're holding hands and wearing his glove, alone together as you wait for your bus.

you hate itoshi rin and he hates you, but he shifts closer to you and you feel the fight leaving your body.

you bite your lip before you speak, hesitantly addressing the situation: "you're holding my hand."

as soon as the words leave your mouth you want to hit yourself. rin raises an eyebrow. "yeah."

"why?"

you see how rin's face flushes pink in the night and how his ears are practically emitting smoke. he doesn't reply, but you feel his grip loosening in yours- you tighten your hold. he doesn't pull away.

"i thought you hated me."

at this, rin blanches. "what?"

you shrug. "yeah."

he blinks at you, and then he looks away. "no."

"you don't hate me?"

"no."

you purse your lips. "you suck at talking to people."

he glares at you. "i don't hate you."

the eye contact makes you shiver. "then why are you... like that?"

"like what?"

"you're... like, mean."

at this, your companion looks away. embarrassment colours his features and you're upset because he looks cute. "i don't mean to be."

"oh?"

it's silent for a beat until he continues. "you're just.. i dunno."

a sly smile crosses your face as you try to ease the tension. "what, don't tell me i make you nervous, rin!"

but he doesn't reply, opting to stare straight into the distance. oh.

oh.

"you don't hate me," you say slowly, like you're contemplating it, before grinning. "wonderful. i was getting sick of disliking you back."

he's still holding your hand, and you give it a squeeze. rin's eyes widen and you could almost laugh at how out of character all this was.

"cool."

"yep. awesome."

a bright light appears, and your bus is here. the both of you stand, neither willing to disconnect your hands. you eventually pull out of his grasp, and he looks a bit like a lost dog.

with a short laugh, you plant your hands on his jaw and place a short, sweet kiss on the apple of his cheek, leaving him redder than he was to begin with.

he opens his mouth for a few seconds before finally finding his words as you step towards the open bus doors. "text me when you're home?"

"yeah. yeah, i will. goodnight, rin."

"goodnight", he says back, but you're already gone. the bus drives away and he is left reeling, head spinning, heart roaring, absolutely, positively infatuated.

it's not until the cold night winds strike his bare hand does rin realize- you still have his glove.

RUIN MY PLANS ! sae itoshi x manager! reader. fluff.

☆彡– really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.

even in the beginning, it was always just sae and soccer.

(wrong. there was also rin– who used to idolized him as one would a celebrity, and his supportive parents– who sent him snacks and supportive notes when he was abroad.)

nevertheless, there really was no one in the small world of sae itoshi; hidden beneath the bitter guise of frigid thunder and even icier storms– until you first came in as his own brand new manager, (slightly naive) smile differing strikingly from his indifferent countenance.

you've unsolicitedly trampled all over his once-tranquil paradise over the years, sae thinks, because now he can't imagine a future without you– it makes his skin crawl and it feels sickening. how mediocre of him.

and just as sae starts to slowly accept the unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions in his life after denying his feelings for so long, his fragile world collapses again.

"i'm going to resign soon."

oh.

sae's heart sinks to his stomach. he feels like his whole world is falling apart– just like in the movies– and he's infuriated. resentment always came easily to sae, after all; but the fact that it's you makes his stomach churn.

(you, who unexpectedly won a place in his life with your lukewarm anecdotes, stupid laughter and reckless work habits. really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.)

the soft music thrumming through the speakers of an expensive restaurant fuels his rage even more, and you're still sitting there nonchalantly– calm and composed, expression showing no signs of discomfort nor awkwardness.

and it really pisses him off.

he's treated you so well over the years too; trying to be on his best behaviour on his interviews with the press (read: not walking off); listening half-heartedly to your ramblings on how to increase his popularity (though he couldn't care less); and even going so far as to mind his language sometimes.

upon further reflection, maybe he really was the jerk here.

but in contrast to his internal turmoil, sae's demeanour remains tepid save for the slight furrow of his eyebrows. "huh? what's wrong with you?"

it comes out a lot harsher than intended.

you've known sae long enough to read his minuscule body language, and that the slight wince at his own words mean that he's a little apologetic– not that his ego would have ever allowed him to admit it. (if anything, it makes you realise that you've stayed in this job too long for your liking.)

–it's absolutely unhealthy to be around him for so long, you affirm to yourself. that's why you're resigning after six gruelling years.

the way you shift in your chair almost makes him worry.

"it's nothing big, i just want to start a normal life." you respond, albeit tentatively. "maybe cut off travelling around for a bit, have a less stressful job, get a partner–"

he scoffs at that. (it's not due to jealousy, definitely.) "you could do that even while being a manager; it's just a little busier than a normal life. plus, it's not too stressful, is it?"

you work more than 17 hours on busy days– even answering his spur of the moment midnight calls. as much as an eye candy as sae is, you don't think your heart can handle him much longer despite how unaffected you look.

(little did you know, he would've long cut back on the immense workload if you had so much as mentioned it– he would have gone beyond limits to keep you by his side, because you're the only constant in his world of football. and he likes that.)

"i suppose so– i guess settling back into Japan might make dating a lot easier, as well as stop my parent's nagging." you sigh. "they're constantly pestering me on when i'll get married."

sae's had his share of flings in europe before– so he has no idea why his heart races so fast at the mere thought of a reckless idea.

"so date me."

you choke. his face stays stoic, utterly contradicting to the way he swallows thickly– he really is a mess. now he's ruined every single healthy relationship he's ever had in his life.

and never in your life did you think you would get to hear sae itoshi ask you out, even if it was just for his own benefit. "it won't hinder with your work, and it'll be easy to convince your parents, won't it?"

you hate how persuasive he is.

(that night, you end up making a decision that might just cost you more than your sappy feelings.)