my type? (rin itoshi x reader)

𝙲𝚑. 𝟻𝟸

(TW: Emetophobia!! Basically the fear of throwing up for those who don't know)

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Your lips were so close to him... They looked so soft, so plump... If he just leaned in and met you in the middle then...

BLEGH!

A stream of liquid hit his chest, Rin trying to keep his composure when he realized you spewed some vomit on his shirt.

Your hands were currently over your mouth, spitting out some more clear liquid–presumably all the alcohol you drank, "I–I'm so'surry Itoshi!"

You hiccuped, trying to hold back your gags. Throwing up in front of Rin was NOT something you wanted to do. Even your drunk self had some self-awareness.

"Surry!", your voice is muffled by your hands, feeling like you're about to hurl again, "Surry Itoshi I–!"

Rin isn't focused on his shirt right now, forcing you off the toilet to lift the lid. Your eyes widen when he forces you to kneel over it, undoing your hair in the process.

"N–No–", you choke, some more liquid spraying out, "I don't wanna–"

"You'll feel better in the morning if you do... So just do it..."

He doesn't need to tell you twice, your cheeks puffing in a desperate attempt to hold back, only to barf up the remaining alcohol in your system. You felt so gross, your mind becoming clearer yet your body growing weaker. You felt your vision burning, tears forming from your puking. All the while, Rin sat criss-cross behind you, running a hand up and down your back. His other hand keeps the loose hairs from your face.

Finally, you're able to breathe properly again, taking a deep breath as your head rests on the rim of the toilet, "Ugghhhh.... That hurt..."

Rin lifts your head ever-so slightly off the toilet, just so he can close the lid and flush your puke down. He sets your head back gently, rubbing the top of it. Your eyes stare lazily up at him, catching a faint sign of softness behind them.

"I'll be back–"
"Hm? Where're you going...?"
"To get you some water–"
"Oh... okay.."

He grabs a washcloth on his way out, dabbing at his white button up. You mentally cringe, remembering you threw up on him.

You're so stupid Y/n! He's gonna hate you after this! He's already dealing with you, so how could you do that to him?!, your mind races with thoughts as he returns with a glass of water and a rag.

He sits beside you, holding the cup to your lips, "Drink..."

Your lips hesitantly part, allowing him to feed you the water. He makes you drink all of it, a whine escaping your lips as he places it back on the counter.

"Mmm...", your lips pout, "Can I have more?"

Rin shakes his head, mumbling something under his breath as he gets back up on his feet with the cup.

Wait! How could I ask that!? He's already taking care of me!

You were finally coming to your senses just a little, realizing just how bothersome you'd been this entire time. He gave you clothes to sleep in, you threw up on him, and now you were basically commanding him to get you more water?!

"W–Wait... Itoshi you don't have–"
"Here"

Rin holds the cup up to your lips again, helping you down it once more. Your thirst is finally quenched, sighing with relief. Your stomach wasn't feeling so queasy anymore, and your vision was a lot more straight.