TYSM FOR THE TAG! (o^ ^o)

So like reader and Sae being childhood sweethearts but when he leaves for Spain

He doesn’t contact anyone (he said some words to us, bad things💔during that snowy night) but when he come backs, he sees us hugging or something romantic(?) with Rin

Sae angst my savior🥀 if this even makes sense

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: someone i survived !

synopsis: after sae itoshi broke your heart with cruel words and colder silence, you finally begin to heal and find comfort in his brother.

sae itoshi x reader / rin itoshi x reader ⭑ angst / childhood sweethearts to strangers / rin's the better brother + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: BYE this destroyed me

"don't wait for me."

that was the last thing he said.

but it wasn't the worst.

the worst were the words that came before that, bitten out through clenched teeth, eyes colder than winter rain like he couldn't stand the sight of you anymore.

"the thing between us? it's nothing."

you'd thought he was angry. tired or scared, maybe. that if you held on just a little longer, he would say he didn't mean it.

but he only kept going.

"i'm not going to waste my life on some high school fantasy. you're too clingy, too emotional. how am i supposed to focus when you're always acting like this forever?"

it was like every sentence stripped something off your bones.

you stood there on the curb, blinking back tears in the lamplight, your fingers twitching with the need to reach for him, even as he carved you open with each breath.

he didn't look sorry nor did he look conflicted.

"you're just a distraction, y/n. i don't need that where i'm going."

he left you crying in the cold. he never turned around. not once.

and in the years that followed, not a single message came through. not a single call. you waited in the dark for a while, hoping he would come to his senses. hoping the sae you loved would wake up and remember what you meant to each other.

but the silence spoke louder than anything else ever could.

so you forced yourself to move on. to stop searching for his name in your notifications. to scroll past every football update account that may post about him with glowing headlines and pixelated match clips.

to stop hoping you'd hear his voice in some interview or press conference, that he'd accidentally let your name slip through the cracks of his cold, practiced exterior.

you buried the softness he once coaxed out of you, the version of yourself that believed in fairy tales and forever, and learned how to live like you didn't need him. like he hadn't cracked your world open and then walked away from the wreckage without so much as glancing back.

even when it still hurt. even when the pain became part of you. and now, years later, he was back.

not in headlines, not on a screen. he was here.

it was winter when he came back, late january. the air bit, the sky was heavy with clouds. snow clung to the bare trees like it, too, had refused to let go of something.

he hadn't planned to see you. or maybe he did. maybe something in him had known he'd find you in the places that once belonged to both of you.

the park.

your park.

he spotted you from across the field. it took him a moment to recognize you, bundled up in a thick coat, cheeks pink from the cold, laughing like you hadn't laughed in years.

you looked pretty, stunning even. but you weren't alone.

rin was with you.

sae's little brother. the one he'd left behind too. the one who never asked questions when he packed his bags and shut the door on everything and everyone.

rin was laughing too as you hurled a handful of snow at him. he ducked, barely missing it, then lunged for you. you shrieked, running backward but you slipped.

you fell with a soft thud, landing right on top of him.

neither of you moved. and then you laughed again, brighter this time, eyes crinkled and shining. rin just lay there, looking up at you like you were the only thing worth seeing.

sae felt it like a knife to the ribs. you looked... happy.

not healed, not whole, but getting there. with his little brother on your side. without him.

he stood still, breath clouding in the cold as he watched the life he could've had play out without him.

you hadn't seen him yet and for a moment, he hoped you wouldn't.

because what would he even say?

i didn't mean it?

i was young, scared and selfish?

what is rin doing here with you?

none of it would undo the way you'd looked that night when he told you you were nothing. none of it would take away the pain he saw etched into your smile now, joy won from a grief he had caused.

sae itoshi, who was always so sure and so right, suddenly had nothing to say.

he'd come back a stranger.

and rin, rin who was always just a step behind, who admired his big brother, had taken his place.

he had earned the softness sae once crushed in his hands like it meant nothing.

and sae... sae was just someone you used to love.

someone you had survived.

and that was the cruelest part of all.

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

he a cutie patootie

Feel like Izana has actually been in this situation many times before

He just smiles at anyone holding him or threatening him like this, daring them to try because the second they do he's sending them crashing to the floor.

rin doesn’t realize that he stares at you a lot in class. or just in general. he sits right next to you, and prior to him dating you, you’d notice turquoise eyes just… piercing into you nearly all the times and you have to do your absolute best to not notice.

it didn’t help that he’s not very expressive and seems to always have an rbf. you’ve barely talked to the guy, did you do something to piss him off? did you accidentally bump into him and not say sorry? you did say thank you to him when he passed you back your dropped eraser, right? right?? RIGHT???

as you’re trying to accumulate reasons as to why itoshi rin is just staring so deeply, harboring into the depths of your soul, all he’s thinking about is your new hair-clip and how it pretty it looks on you.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAISER

inspired by @kaislvves’s bastard post… ps: i acc love dior sauvage its my scent for when i go to school but its so strong HAHAHAHA

kaiser’s cologne has an overwhelming scent. not just in a way that two sprays could fill the entire bastard münchen cafeteria in his scent, but also in a way that lasts. his scent lasts on for a week before it finally wears off.

what’s his scent? dior sauvage, the scent of liars. kaiser likes the overwhelming presence of its’ scent; it’s as powerful as he is.

he loves to spray his cologne all over your closet and clothes, making sure that whatever you wear, and whatever perfume you try to wear to overpower it, you end up on the other side smelling of him.

it’s adorable how you spray on your 70 euro hermès perfume, checking out your outfit in the full-body mirror in your bedroom, before you’re coughing and choking on his overwhelming scent.

“mikka!” you shout out. “stop spraying your perfume on my clothes, it’s so strong!” you frown. his attention is finally raised away from his phone when he finally looks up to you, small circle-framed glasses starting to slide down his nose before he pushes it up with his middle finger.

“why should i? i like doing it.” he simply states. that’s just how he was; how he was raised— if he wants something, he must do everything to take it. likewise, if he wants to keep something, he has to make sure no one else steals it.

and with a job that forces him to almost always be out of country, he can’t help but worry about his rose. what if another piece of trash tries to flirt with you while you’re vulnerable? the overwhelming, almost sickly scent of citrus and pepper would be enough to tell them to back off; you’re already taken by another man.

“yeah; well, i don’t like it. it always lingers for too long.” you explain. and to kaiser, your explanation is moronic. “…that’s the point of a cologne; to linger.” he bluntly states. you roll your eyes at his smart-assed response, and scoff, “ugh— duh, but it stays on for days!”

kaiser only shrugs. “good. everyone knows you’re taken.” he’s quite adamant to telling the media what fragrance he uses. it’s odd, but he always encourages his interviewers to smell him in at least one point of the interview, giving him the chance to comment on his fragrance. it’s become a bit of a meme in his fandom that he wants to get sponsored by dior. but, no.

this isn’t about money.

it’s about everyone knowing his scent.

like a wolf marking his territory, kaiser leaves his scent on what he owns. and what he owns is you; your heart. it’s not enough that you love him with your heart as much as he cherishes you— he needs others to feel him spiritually when you’re nearby.

“this is stupid, mikka. none of my perfumes linger anymore cause of your dumb sauvage.” you scoff. and, kaiser stands up from his place in the bedroom, moving behind you. his overwhelming height makes for an awkward position when he rests his arms on your shoulders, and his jaw on your forehead. he stares at the reflection in the mirror, admiring of his and your beauty. the glint in his eyes is dangerous— as dangerous as the cheshire grin he proudly displays before he completely destroys an opponent in a match.

“would you want different kind of physical marking then?” he asks. his fingers delicately ghosting to touch the ticklish parts of your neck.

“…no.” you roll your eyes. kaiser sneers.

“then, you’ll have to stick with the cologne.”

this is giving sanzu vibes ngl..

the only german I'll ever be in love with

Many "what is wrong with Kaiser" questions can be answered by remembering he's German.

Similarly, "why is Noel Noa evil now" he is French he was always evil

MY MAN'S SO FINE UGHHHHH I'M GOING FERAL 👅

KAISER TALKS KAISER TALKS KAISER TALKS ... IM SCREAMING WHAT THE HELL BEST 15 SECONDS OF MY LIFE MICHAEL KAISER THE MAN YOU ARE I WILL DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU

😭💕

let's sugar talk !

itoshi rin has never really liked the flavor of strawberry shortcake, but you do. that'll never stop him from kissing you, though. itoshi rin x reader 𝜗𝜚 fluff, suggestive 𝜗𝜚 w.c. 700+ 𝜗𝜚 content: kissing/making out, once again ooc rin

note. i gave myself a little break from writing the event fics to write this out, forgive me👩‍🦯 i was listening to your eyes only - enhypen, and that song inspired me to write this

strawberry shortcake is simply too sweet for rin. 

the dense cake, with sugary layers of whipped cream in between and all over, and the drizzle of syrup on top makes his head spin with each bite. the sickeningly sweet aftertaste, and the way the frosting lingers on his tongue, always makes his face scrunch up into a grimace. he doesn’t see the appeal in it, he doesn’t get why other people enjoy it so much, why you enjoy it so much. 

rin doesn’t like strawberry shortcake, and he's sure that not even you (persuasive, with the ability to make him change his opinion on anything) could change his mind.

but there’s something about you that makes it look so delicious. irresistible. like he wants to get a taste for himself.

or maybe, it's just you.

something about the way you look when you’ve just had a bite— the way your eyes flutter shut as you savor the taste, the way your brows relax and a look of euphoric satisfaction washes over you, like that strawberry short cake is the best thing you’ve ever tasted. but really, nothing beats the way your pink lips shine just a little more from the excess syrup, delicately glimmering under the sunlight, and the way the fluffy frosting lingers on the corners of your mouth. it makes you look sweeter, maybe even enchanting.

that’s the only way he could reason with himself on why he can’t tear his eyes away from you; you must’ve cast some spell on him and woven it deep into his mind.

because there’s no words to explain how he feels, the way he’s drawn to you each time. it’s like a pull he can’t ignore, like his eyes are cursed (blessed, in his opinion) to travel down to your lips after each delectable bite.

it’s after your fifth forkful (he doesn’t know why he started counting) when he loses to his desire. he can’t think, he can’t stop himself— the way he’s leaning across the table, finger hooking under your chin, brushing his lips against yours in a ghost of a kiss.

tickling. teasing. barely there. enough to get the remnants of syrup and cream that lingered on your pout. 

rin’s pulling away before you can even respond, and he’s right back on his seat in a matter of seconds. he licks his lips slowly; the slow drag of his tongue reminds him that it’s as overwhelming as ever, just like he remembers. yet, oddly enough, he doesn’t dislike it. it tastes different— as if, in his mind, the combination of your lips and the cake makes it taste better, like the sweetness of the cake has faded and all he could taste is you. 

it drives him crazy, in the best way possible. it’s addictive and he wants more. 

“your lips taste good,” he states it like it’s a matter-of-fact. he relishes in the blush the blooms on the surface of your cheeks, and the way your fingers trace the outline of your bottom lip as you reel from surprise. you’re looking at him wide-eyed, and his lips curl into a barely-noticeable smile. (his heart throbs at the sight, he thinks you’re cute like this. you look sweeter than the cake in front of you.)

but then you laugh, soft and airy, and the sound ripples through the air and into his ears.

“you sure it’s not because of the cake, rinnie?” you ask with a sly smile on your face. you drag the syllables of his name in that honeyed tone of yours, and you’re lifting a fork full of the cake towards him. "give it another try." he contemplates, and he thinks of whether he’ll bite. 

and he does. rin catches your wrist as the dense cake touches the corners of his mouth, his slender fingers wrapping around it, and he stops you. he holds you there, he keeps you rooted in your spot as he takes the bait, and he looks into your eyes as his lips wrap around the fork. it's dizzying, overpowering, all in unpleasant ways.

(your lips would never make him feel this way, he thinks to himself.)

the regret is evident on his face as he pulls away, slightly frowning at the taste. he thinks about drinking water, to flush out the flavor and pretend he never did that. but he takes one glance at you, and he realizes there’s a much better way to get rid of it.

the distance between the two of you becomes short-lived.

he’s leaning forward, and he’s pulling you by your wrist, all at the same time. he meets you halfway over the table, pulling you into a saccharine-filled kiss, and your gasp of surprise is quickly swallowed. it's nothing short of deep, it's fervent. he's focused on you, his mind intent on drowning out the unpleasant flavor that hangs onto his tongue. 

rin kisses you until he forgets about the frosting, until all he can think about and taste is you. his lungs are starting to burn, sending signals for air— he kisses you until he needs to pull away, and only then is he satisfied with himself. 

“it’s your lips,” he says breathlessly, confirming it to himself. “not that disgusting thing.”

tags. @choccorin @etoiile

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