𝟎𝟑. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

your days move fast, like they always do. 

alarm at 7:00 A.M. snooze once, maybe twice if you stayed up too late the night before. journal, skincare, hair styled nicely just enough to look intentional. iced latte in a travel mug because sitting down to drink it would mean being late. your apartment is small, but warm, littered with open notebooks, sticky notes, half-read novels you swear you’ll finish later. 

campus fills your hours quickly. lectures back to back. scribbling notes until your wrist aches. office hours squeezed in between classes. afternoons spent in the library, surrounded by the quiet panic of other students pretending they aren’t stressed out of their minds. you thrive in it, strangely. busy feels safe. busy leaves no room for overthinking. 

and yet, somewhere between walking to class and zoning out during a lecture, he slips in. 

rin. 

it’s annoying, honestly. you don’t even know him. you’ve spoken, what, once? barely a conversation. a few sentences at a vending machine. and still, your mind keeps circling back to him like it’s trying to solve a riddle it wasn’t given all the clues to. 

it’s not constant. you don’t sit around daydreaming or replaying his voice like a movie scene. you’re too busy for that. too focused. too grounded. but every now and then, when your brain goes quiet for half a second, he’s there. the way he looked tired, but stubbornly alert. the way his eyes lingered like he was memorizing something without meaning to. the way he said “see ya” like he didn’t quite want to. 

you shake it off. refocus. highlight another paragraph. move on. 

until your shared class. 

you arrive a little early, sliding into your usual seat. your pen – not the spider-man one, you’re still annoyed about that – taps absently against your notebook. the room slowly fills. voices overlap. chairs scrape. 

then you feel it. 

you don’t have to look to know he’s there. 

when you do glance up, your eyes catch his across the room. he’s seated a few rows away again, posture relaxed, but alert, like he’s always bracing for something. for a split second, neither of you look away. 

no smiles. no waves. just recognition. 

something quiet passes between you. an unspoken oh, it’s you again. 

he looks away first, attention snapping back to the front of the room like nothing happened. you follow a beat later, heart doing something small and inconvenient in your chest. 

the lecture starts. you take notes. you listen. you participate. and that’s it. 

no conversation. no excuses to talk. just shared space and stolen glances that are starting to feel… familiar. not awkward anymore. not accidental. 

you tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything. after all, you’re busy. your life is full. people pass through your days all the time without leaving a mark too deep. so it’s probably nothing. 

still, when class ends and you stand to leave, you feel his eyes on you again. 

and this time, you don’t pretend not to notice. 

𝟎𝟐. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

tokyo is loud tonight. 

sirens coil through the streets like warning bells pulled too late, neon signs flickering against wet pavement as rain threatens, but never quite falls. rin crouches on the edge of a rooftop, mask already on, breath steady, eyes locked on the alley below. 

the crime is ugly. simple. human. 

an armed robbery gone wrong – three men, one convenience store, shattered glass still glittering on the sidewalk like teeth. the owner is on his knees behind the counter, hands shaking, blood dripping from a split lip where one of them struck him for moving too slowly. a girl – college-aged, maybe younger – is frozen by the door, plastic bag clenched to her chest like a shield. one of the men is yelling. another is laughing. 

rin moves. 

the first one never sees him. 

a web snaps out, yanking the gun clean from the man’s hand and slamming him backward into a stack of crates. metal clatters. the laugh dies instantly. the second turns, swearing, barely lifting his weapon before rin’s already there, too fast, too close, driving a sharp kick into his wrist. the gun skids across the floor. 

the third runs. bad choice honestly. 

rin hits the wall, then the fire escape, then the ground in a blur of motion that barely feels real anymore. he catches the man mid-stride, webbing his legs together and slamming him face-first into the concrete. the impact echoes. somewhere, someone screams. 

it’s over in seconds. 

rin webs them up efficiently – arms, legs, mouths. neat. controlled. like he’s done this a hundred times before. he turns back to the store owner, crouching slightly, voice filtered through the mask. 

“you’re safe now.” 

the man stares at him like he’s not sure whether to pray or panic. 

rin doesn’t wait for thanks. 

he hears it before he sees it: the distant whine of police sirens growing louder, the click of camera shutters from across the street, a news van pulling up too fast at the corner. someone shouts “spider man!” like it’s both a curse and a miracle. 

rin steps back. 

he shoots a web toward the nearest building, muscles coiling, heart spiking just a little. not fear. never fear. something closer to urgency. 

before the cameras can focus, before the lights can burn his silhouette into tomorrow’s headlines, he’s gone, swinging up and away, disappearing into the tangle of steel and glass above the city. 

by the time the police arrive, all that’s left are three criminals wrapped in webbing, a shaken shop owner, and a story no one can quite agree on. 

and somewhere high above, rin lands hard on a rooftop, ripping the mask off and dragging in a breath. 

another night saved. another line crossed. 

the city keeps moving, unaware of how close it came to bleeding tonight. 

rin stares out at the lights, chest tight, hands still buzzing from adrenaline. 

he tells himself it’s enough. for now. 

𝟎𝟏. 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

tokyo is already waking up when rin itoshi pulls the mask off his face. 

the fabric peels away with a quiet sound, sticking slightly where sweat has soaked through. cool air hits his skin, sharp enough to make him inhale through his teeth. he doesn’t realize he’s breathing hard until the sound of it feels too loud against the morning. 

he’s perched on the edge of a skyscraper rooftop, one knee bent, the other leg hanging over the side. from here, the city stretches endlessly, rows of buildings catching the first hints of sunlight, trains beginning to run, store lights flicking on one by one. dawn paints everything soft and forgiving, like tokyo hasn’t spent the entire night asking to be saved. 

below him, sirens fade instead of approach. that’s how he knows it’s over. for now. 

rin lets his head fall back for a moment, eyes closing. his body hums with leftover adrenaline, muscles still tight, reflexes refusing to stand down. when he flexes his fingers, a sharp sting shoots through his hand. 

he looks down. his knuckles are cracked, skin split in thin lines that have already started to dry. there’s blood on his sleeve – dark, tacky, not entirely his. he hadn’t noticed it until now. he rarely does. 

the city doesn’t wait for him to recover. neither does time. 

rin checks his phone. 

5:41 A.M. 

he stares at the numbers longer than necessary, the reality settling heavy in his chest. he hasn’t slept. not even close. in a little over 24 hours, he’ll be expected to sit in a crowded lecture hall, notebook open, face neutral, pretending his body doesn’t ache like it’s been torn apart and stitched back together in the wrong order. 

the second semester of his third year of university starts tomorrow. 

the thought arrives uninvited, followed by another, quieter one. 

i could quit. 

soccer, specifically. the word sits there, dangerous in its simplicity. training sessions that push him to the edge. matches that leave him more bruised in ways he can’t always explain. the expectations. the eyes. the hours. 

balancing it all – university, spider man, extracurriculars, internships he should be applying for, but hasn’t – feels like running full speed on a wire that keeps thinning beneath his feet. 

for a brief moment, he allows himself to imagine it. walking away from the field. freeing up the time. letting something go. 

his jaw tightens. 

no. 

quitting would be easier. that alone makes it unacceptable. 

rin exhales slowly, controlled, grounding himself the way he always does. he pulls his sleeve down, choosing to ignore the blood stain, and adjusts the strap of his backpack across his shoulder. the city below him continues on, unaware of how close it came to something worse, unaware of him entirely. 

that’s how it’s supposed to be. 

duty isn’t loud. it doesn’t ask for recognition. it just exists, steady, unrelenting, woven into him so deeply that stopping feels more impossible than continuing ever could. 

he stands, body protesting the movement, and looks out at tokyo one last time as the sun creeps higher. 

tomorrow, he’d go back to being normal. 

꒰.you're my romeo (everybody laughs when I tell them so) — random bf!rin texts꒱ ⸝⸝.ᐟ .

© ʟᴜꜱʜʙᴜɴꜱꜱꜱ ᴇꜱᴛ 2025, line dividers from; @/cafekitsune

ᓚᘏᗢ – drunk rin begging for you to come back !

hes surprisingly easy to draw?

❆ My snowman and me

⛇☃︎ The concept of a christmas with Rin, your reserved boyfriend, and how your warmth melts his icy, guarded heart.

Or... You spend your first christmas with Rin, and he brings you to the Itoshi's Christmas Dinner™ as his emotional support so he doesn't sulk the entire night.

It's your first christmas with Rin, and you're planning to get the most out of it. The moment he told you he wanted to spend the holiday with you, you arranged all sorts of activities so you could make this day unforgettable.

...And so you could distract the both of you, because Rin asked if you wanted to join his family dinner as well, and though you've always wanted to meet everyone, the thought is making you kinda nervous.

"You don't have to come," Rin reminds you as you adjust your scarf, "It's going to be tense. I'm just going out of compromise."

"Don't worry about it," You reassure him, "I want to meet your parents, and I don't want you to be there alone when I could make it less bothersome for you."

Rin's gaze softens for a split second, before hardening again. "Tch. I don't need your comfort."

You smile, "Just in case."

RIN ITOSHI is the biggest cuddler you have ever met, and he’s not even aware of it. the most obvious factor about rin, your boyfriend, was the fact that he wasn’t the clingiest partner you’ve had in your life. he was never the one to initiate affection for the most part, aside from certain circumstances where he was tired after harsh practice or a long game.

but when it’s time for bed? once he’s really passed out, he’s full-on clinging like a big baby—leg over you, arms snug around your waist, face buried in your shoulder, chest pressing up against your back—i mean full-on clingy, needy cuddles. maybe it was because he had abandonment issues, maybe it wasn’t. after all, he lost his brother in a mere few seconds the day he had came back after four years who had instantly ruined his life.

he didn’t want to lose you, too. he didn’t have the strength to lose another person he loves, even if he tries to prove the opposite. possibly it was the fact that it may make him feel safer whilst asleep, to protect and shield him away from the sour nightmares that aim to soil on his much needed sleep every night.

you didn’t have it in you to tell him how clingy he is at night in fear that it might suddenly stop. even though he’s on the verge of nearly crushing you just by rolling over in your direction every night when he gets cuddly, you treasure it, because it’s a way for you to know he feels safe with you.

you couldn’t ask for more. ♡

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

imagine being rin’s gf and noticing how when you go to his games to watch him play his bangs are often getting in his eyes and annoying him a bit. watching him have to move the hair from his face every few minutes whilst playing soccer at the same time. and when you kiss him after the game and you realise a bit of hair got in his mouth from when he stuck his tongue out during the game hhhh

so when you’re home you start clipping his bangs up in a cute pink ribbon clip. or any cute clip you own, like a sanrio one or something. and he looks so cute you think. he’s annoyed at first and pretending he doesn’t like it, and you think you should just stop doing it ‘cause it’s pestering him so much, but then in his next interview he has his bangs clipped up and everyone is so shocked/finds it amusing 🥹

like imagine somebody as serious and intimidating looking as rin doing an interview in that deep voice with a cute pink hair clip in his hair, courtesy of his girlfriend.

and he knows he probably looks very silly/and everyone will begin to guess that he has a girlfriend now, but he doesn’t care, ‘cause these are your clips and he knows you’re watching the tv giggling at how he looks (you told him he looks like a lil cat) , so to him it’s worth it ♡

what itoshi rin will never admit!

itoshi rin will never admit that he’s always the one chasing after your lips when you two are making out. you’d pull away to catch your breath, and he’d mindlessly follow after, oxygen the last thing on his mind.

sometimes you’d tease him—moving your head from side to side, leaning forward just to draw back before your lips make contact, enthralled with the way his head desperately follows after with parted lips and shut eyes. he’d snap his eyes open when it hits him that you’re playing around, glaring at you with flushed cheeks. then proceeds to use a rough palm to bring your jaw to him, crashing his lips back onto yours—successfully wiping the smirk off your face.

itoshi rin will never admit that he follows you around like a puppy when you’re cooking. even with a stoic face, he’s constantly hot on your heels, always perching a hand on your waist as if your trip to the stove extended beyond countries. you’d chastise him when you almost burn him while moving hot pans around. and he’d simply stay silent, giving you perhaps an inch of space, only to repeat the cycle all over again two minutes later.

itoshi rin will never admit that he’d run through his head your schedule first before making plans. you just got off work and his team wants to go for dinner? not free. he needs to buy new clothes and groceries? well that’ll just have to wait until you need to run errands too. his manager wants to schedule him for a photoshoot and interview? too bad. pick a different day because that so happens to be your day off as well. eventually, his team starts going to you first before attempting to make plans with him.

“i thought you were booked for today?”

“no, plans changed. can we stop by the mall later?”

“but wasn’t today the only day you could—”

“not my fault that i’m busy.”

itoshi rin will never admit the way his heart lightens almost instantly when you text him, immediately stopping whatever he’s doing to respond. those around him would know it’s you that got his attention through a mere phone screen. it’s the only logical explanation, because his notoriously cold gaze would only ever soften when you’re involved.

rin as your roomate headcannon !!

• your cat who hates everyone loves rin. he pretends to be annoyed by it but he obviously loves them back

• when he picked you up after you got too drunk at a party you two fell asleep cuddling. you both don’t speak about it.

• very productive. when your trying to sleep in past 5:00am like a normal person you’re awaken by his protein shake being made

• he falls asleep on the couch when your cat falls asleep in his lap like a dad does with the family pet he swore he didn’t want

• hates it when people come over. he doesn’t want people in your shared space.

• only is fine with his or your parents coming over once in awhile and of course sae

• whenever sae comes over rin deep cleans the whole house and makes everything perfect, fully stressing out. you had to talk him out of wearing a suit and tie to impress him. he spent 10 minutes positioning a football in the middle of the living room to make it look like he wasn’t try too hard. when sae arrived he flicked the ball back into the cats toy basket and spent most of the time with the cat. you watching sae and rin actually sit down and awkwardly talk was very endearing actually.

• your guys’ fridge is really healthy because of him. you think it’s kind of a good thing you two are so healthy but when your on your period you scream at rin once or twice because you don’t want to eat asparagus and apples while your uterus is committing suicide.

who else feeling baka rn

CLINGY!

synopsis: in your relationship with rin, you've always been the affectionate one. the touchy one. the clingy one. so one day, you pull back from touching him so much, and it kills him.

notes: "jisu isnt this idea oddly similar to this katsuki fic you just wrote? BOY SYBAU MY BLOG I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.

you always touch first.

you’re the one who loops your arms around him from behind. the one who squishes his cheeks in your hands and calls him pretty. the one who laces your fingers with his while he’s mid-sentence like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

rin calls you clingy.

he says it with a sigh, with a roll of his eyes, with a “god, again?” when you kiss the tip of his nose.

he grumbles and looks to the side, but he never pulls away.

so you thought it was okay.

until you start wondering. what if he’s just tolerating it? what if he just doesn’t know how to tell you to stop?

you don’t bring it up. you just… stop. quietly.

no more casual touches. no more kisses on the cheek. no more spontaneous hand-holding or forehead pokes or clinging to his arm while he scrolls his phone or as you walk.

at first, rin doesn’t notice. not really. he thinks maybe you’re just tired. maybe you’re distracted.

but two days pass.

then three.

and then he realizes something’s wrong.

you still smile at him the same way. still talk to him, still text, still sit beside him on the couch.

but you keep your hands to yourself. you don’t lean on him when you laugh. you don’t reach for him. at all.

and it’s driving him crazy.

he’s sitting next to you now, knees barely brushing, and he’s sweating. his hands twitch in his lap. he glances at you from the corner of his eye and you’re looking down at your phone, legs tucked up under yourself, completely unaware of the war he’s waging inside.

he wants to touch you so bad he feels nauseous.

goddamnit, he feels so.. needy. but he can't even bring himself to care much.

he wants to feel you. in any way, shape, or form. just wants to feel your warmth against his.

but he’s never had to be the one to start it. he doesn’t know how. what if you pull away? what if you don’t want it anymore?

his throat’s dry. his heartbeat’s stupid.

he gives in.

“…are you mad at me?”

you blink up at him. “what?”

he looks away instantly. cheeks dusted pink. “you’re not… doing your usual.. stuff. it's weird. so i figured you were mad.”

you frown a little. “you mean the clingy stuff?”

his eyes flick to you, then away. “…yeah.”

you’re quiet for a second too long.

he panics.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he says quickly. “i didn’t..! i-it's not annoying. i don’t want you to stop.” the words tumble out like he's been holding them in his whole life.

you look at him, surprised. “you don’t?”

he groans softly, dragging a hand over his face like he’s peeling it off. “i just say that because i've never really had it before. but i like it. i just don’t know how to ask for it. okay? i don’t know how to do that stuff. but you do, and i got used to it, and now you’re not doing it and it’s-” he cuts himself off, looking everywhere but at you. “…i miss it.”

you stare at him.

he looks miserable.

“…you miss me being clingy?” you say slowly.

he mutters, “don’t call it that,” but he’s blushing so hard now.

you try to hold back your smile. really, you do, but you can’t.

“so you like when i hang off you all the time.”

he groans again, turning his face into the couch cushion. “shut up.”

"aweeee, did my rinnie misssss me? he wants to be held?"

"shut up!" his face is on fire. he can't bring himself to look anywhere near your eyes.

you scoot closer. he tenses.

you lean in gently and press your forehead to his temple.

“i thought i was annoying you.”

he breathes in, shaky. “never.”

“so i can be clingy again?”

his answer is immediate.

“yes.”

but then, after a beat:

“but let me try, too.”

you blink. “try what?”

he reaches out with a hand that’s awkward, hesitant, and gently laces your pinkies together.

he won’t look at you. his ears are so red.

you smile so softly it hurts.

and you squeeze his hand back.

he sighs, relieved, and rests his head on your shoulder like he’s finally home.

(he is)

masterlist

x : NO FEAR :*+ﾟ i wanna love you with no fear !

in which: itoshi rin rejected you, so why isn't he handling your avoidance well?

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you:i’m going to end you. <reo3: i’m too pretty to die ._. you: and you told me i was too pretty for itoshi rin to reject!?!?!?! <reo3: oh... <reo3: i’m sorry. <reo3: condolences fr.

with a disappointed sigh, you pocket your phone, decidedly ignoring the next few messages that reo sends as you wait for your bus. he owes you a million yen for the amount of grief and distress he’s currently putting you through, especially with the way he shattered all hopes you had with your love life.