kxsagi

[kxsagi]

Yoooo hey again

Can we get

The Bllk boys get an injury and they have to go to the hospital where they meet the reader who's their doctor. And they fall in love with reader.

I feel like they would try to rizz up reader

Anyways

They keep trying to get reader's number but she's like no. And then they accidentally run into each other later and she would finally accept their number.

“𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠”

a/n: i apologize if each headcanon came off as repetitive! i wrote this pretty late at night

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

isagi lands in the ER after a sprained ankle. he’s sweaty, frustrated, and half-convinced his career is ruined, until you walk in wearing your white coat and a calm little smile. suddenly, his ankle doesn’t hurt that bad. 

he sits there awkwardly as you examine the swelling, trying to keep a straight face, but every time you touch his leg he gets red in the ears. he tries to start small talk – “so uh, are you into soccer?” – and cringes when you give a polite smile instead of an answer. 

when you hand him crutches, he tries to shoot his shot: “mind if i get your number? you know… in case i have questions about recovery.” you don’t even look up, just tell him everything he needs to know and move on. denied. 

he sulks the whole ride home, thinking about your laugh when you asked him to “actually balance” on the crutches. 

weeks later, he sees you again in a bookstore, standing in the sports aisle with a novel tucked under your arm. this time, instead of begging, he grins nervously and offers his number scribbled on a scrap of receipt paper. “for book recs… or soccer ones, if you want.” you take it with a laugh, and his entire week is made. 

itoshi rin

rin hates hospitals. the sterile smell, the bright lights, the endless questions from doctors – it all grates on him. so when he gets a cut on his head after an aerial clash, he’s in a foul mood when they sit him down on the exam bed. 

then you walk in. professional, calm, a little smile tugging at your lips as you pull on gloves. he’s silent while you start stitching him up, but you notice his ears turn pink every time you lean close. 

“does it hurt?” you ask, checking his reaction. 

“not as much as ignoring me when i ask for your number will,” he mutters under his breath. you almost drop the gauze. 

“cute, but no,” you say smoothly, finishing up. rin just watches you leave, jaw tight, already planning. 

weeks later, you’re in a quiet café when someone slides into the chair across from you. rin, hood pulled low, phone in hand. he doesn’t even ask this time, just pushes the phone toward you, his contact already typed in. “add yours.” 

you sigh, typing it in. “persistent, aren’t you?” 

he smirks faintly. “only with things worth it.” 

itoshi sae

sae’s knee is swollen from training, and he sits in the hospital bed like he owns the place, scrolling through his phone. when you walk in, he looks up lazily, but his eyes sharpen as he takes you in. 

you start your exam, pressing gently around his knee. “any sharp pain?” 

“yeah,” he says. “every time you refuse to give me your number.” 

you don’t even pause. “funny. i don’t date my patients.” 

sae chuckles lowly, more amused than offended. he’s not used to rejection, but the way you brushed him off only makes him more interested. 

weeks later, you’re at a madrid café, balancing two cups of coffee, when you hear a smooth voice behind you. “still not giving your number?” 

you turn and see him leaning casually against the counter, hands in his pockets, smirk tugging at his lips. 

“gosh, you’re annoying,” you mutter, grabbing his phone from his hand and typing your number in. when you hand it back, he’s smirking like he’s just scored the winning goal. 

“finally. persistence pays off.” 

nagi seishiro

nagi’s in the ER after bruising his ribs. he’s lying half-asleep on the bed when you walk in, clipboard in hand. suddenly he sits up straighter, blinking at you like he just discovered a cheat code. 

“woah… you’re, like, really pretty,” he says immediately. “can you write your number on my cast? for, uh, medical purposes.” 

you stifle a laugh and shake your head, continuing your exam. “no phone numbers. sorry.” 

he groans dramatically. “ugh, so much effort to get rejected.” 

you ignore him, give your instructions, and leave him sulking. 

later, you’re at a convenience store grabbing a late-night snack when you bump into someone with arms full of chips and candy. nagi blinks, then lights up. “hey, it’s fate. so… this time you gotta give me your number.” 

you stare at him buried in snacks, fighting a laugh. “you’re ridiculous.” but you type your number into his phone anyway. he fist-pumps like he just unlocked a secret achievement. 

mikage reo

reo dislocates his shoulder mid-match, and when he gets wheeled into the hospital he still has the audacity to flash you a charming grin. 

“doc, you’ve got the softest hands,” he says as you guide his arm. “you should text me sometime.” 

you arch a brow. “you’re about to scream. maybe save the flirting for later.” 

he laughs like you just praised him. but when you pop his shoulder back in, his yelp cuts his smooth line off mid-sentence. tears sting his eyes, but he still manages, “worth it if i get your number.” 

you don’t even dignify it with a response, just note down instructions and tell him to rest. he leaves, but not without giving you one last grin. 

a week later, you’re out at a fine-dining restaurant with friends. the table is full of laughter when a folded napkin gets delivered to you by a waiter. you open it – his number, scrawled with a smiley face. 

you glance up, and there’s reo across the room in a sleek suit, raising his wine glass at you like it’s all part of a grand plan. 

your friends tease you when you slip the napkin into your purse, but reo’s grin is blinding when he sees you keep it. 

shidou ryusei

shidou arrives with blood streaking down his face and a grin like he’s having the time of his life. you’re trying to stitch him up, but he refuses to stay still. 

“hard to stay still when an angel’s hovering over me. you got a boyfriend, doc?” 

“stay still,” you mutter, pressing his skin together. 

“so that’s a no,” he smirks, and you swear he wiggles his eyebrows even as you’re stitching his forehead. 

when you shut him down about your number, he just grins wider. “i’ll ask again tomorrow. or the day after. or the day after that.” 

weeks later, you’re at a crowded street food stall when you hear a familiar laugh. he’s leaning against the counter, devouring skewers like a menace. when he spots you, his grin only grows. 

“see? fate’s on my side. now… number?” he holds out his receipt and a pen, bouncing on his heels like a kid. 

you sigh, scribble your number, and shove it back into his hands. his whoop of victory startles half the street, and he looks at you like he just scored the winning goal. 

karasu tabito

karasu rolls into the ER with a nasty cut. he’s laughing with the nurses, cracking jokes, until you walk in. suddenly, his smirk falters, and he sits up straighter. 

as you clean and stitch his wound, he tries to recover his swagger. “guess this makes ya my lifesaver, doc. should probably get your number, ya know, for emergencies.” 

“no,” you reply flatly, taping the gauze in place. he chuckles, but you catch him sneaking glances at you the entire time. 

later that month, you stumble into a late-night ramen shop after a long shift. there he is – slouched at the counter, slurping noodles. when his eyes land on you, his grin returns instantly. 

“see? fate wants me to have yer number.” he slides his phone across the counter without hesitation. 

you hesitate, but finally type it in, pushing it back. 

he pockets it with a smug little grin, leaning close to murmur, “knew ya’d cave eventually, doc.” you roll your eyes, but the warmth in your cheeks says otherwise. 

kaiser michael

kaiser sprains his wrist and acts like he’s auditioning for a rom-com the moment you step into the exam room. 

“ah, mein engel, you’re already fixing me up. does this mean we’re dating now?” 

“no. it means i’m your doctor.” 

“temporarily,” he shoots back with a dazzling grin. “permanently, if you’d give me your number.” 

you finish his exam without responding, but the sparkle in his eye tells you he’s more entertained by the rejection than discouraged. 

weeks later, you’re at the airport lounge waiting for coffee when someone slips into line beside you. kaiser, sunglasses perched, smirk loaded. 

“no patients here, no doctor rules. what do you say?” he offers you his phone like it’s already a done deal. 

you sigh and type in your number, handing it back. 

he kisses the screen dramatically before tucking it into his pocket. “worth the wait.” you roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. 

ness alexis

ness is admitted for a concussion check. you run through the tests – holding up fingers, asking him simple questions. he answers shyly, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes flicking up to your face every few seconds. 

when you finish, he hesitates before murmuring, “um… could i maybe… have your number?” 

you give him a kind but firm no, and his little pout nearly breaks you. still, you stay professional and leave. 

days later, you’re at a park reading on a bench when you notice someone sketching nearby. it’s ness, hunched over his notebook. he notices you too, his cheeks going pink. 

after a moment of gathering courage, he approaches and shyly holds out the notebook. “can you… sign this?” 

you flip it open, and on the corner of the page is his phone number, already written in neat handwriting. 

you laugh, shaking your head, but jot your number down beneath it. when you hand it back, his eyes widen like you’ve just given him the world. he runs off to sit back down, smiling so wide he can’t even focus on sketching anymore. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kxsagi]

Twin will you go on a double date with me. It'll be me and rin, and you and Isagi.

say less, my purse is packed, makeup and a cute fit is on, and i'm waiting outside my house

[kxsagi]

my army(collection) is growing

Be not afraid

so when is your last name changing to itoshi? 😍😍😍

[kxsagi]

Isagi is mine btw...

think about how much he likes soccer

Guess what soccer has?

Balls.

So OBVIOUSLY he doesn't even like girls and he's in love with me duh

what makes you think i don't have balls of my own? that's why i'm such a slow walker 🫩

[kxsagi]

sae and i r married and we live by the sea

switching between normal and impulsive thoughts i see

[kxsagi]

1 minute no sae: my heart is freezing and my organs are being consumed by maggots my stomach is eating itself and absorbing its own acid my brain collects dust my eyes are bleeding my mouth is drier than a desert my skin is peeling itself my agony is immeasureable it reeks of torpidity my pain is constant steadfast and unforgiving while i am nothing but a rotten corpse whose bones are decomposing from the inside and my wife has yet to come home

i let out a long sigh...

[kxsagi]

babe beepbopzlorp's not being 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 rn... i'm getting scared

i was going through my inbox and i uh... think you spoke too soon...!

[kxsagi]

do you like gojo satoru or dazai osamu perchance

BRO I LOVE BOTH

AND I CAN TAKE BOTH... just not in a fight tho! 😍

[kxsagi]

What is your ideal type? Would you like a more maternal love or something? :0

this question is really interesting, i've thought about it and my answer changes sometimes, but i would say, in terms of character:

loyal to the core.

protective, but not controlling.

playful, but dominant energy.

head over heels romantic, especially in private.

possessive, but in a sweet way.

obsessed with every little thing about me.

i wouldn't really say maternal love as i really love masculine men – i love men who can provide and be completely undone for me, and i keep my standards very high (especially after a past experience lol).

this question was so random, but i had fun answering it! i'mma hope there's a man like this that exists out there 🤞

[kxsagi]

Hi king 😳‼️ I'm not sure if this was already done but can I request for a bllk x reader timeskip where they attend a friend's wedding together and when it's time for the bouquet toss, the reader catches it 😋?

“𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜é”

a/n: YESSSS guess who caught the bouquet at my wedding 👅

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, ness alexis, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi

isagi shows up to the wedding looking sharp, not flashy, but clean and put together, like the perfect balance of casual elegance. his tie is slightly crooked because he got nervous when you asked him to help zip up your dress, but he doesn’t realize it until bachira fixes it and teases him. 

during the ceremony, he’s barely listening to the vows. he’s sneaking little glances at you every two seconds, hand resting on your thigh under the table like he needs the reassurance you’re there. in his head, he’s daydreaming about the day he’ll be the one standing at the altar with you walking down the aisle toward him. 

the bouquet toss rolls around, and you’re not even trying that hard – you just lift your hands and boom, flowers are yours. the crowd gasps and cheers. isagi’s jaw drops, then his face burns redder than the roses in the bouquet. 

bachira is already yelling across the room, “YO, ISAGI! YOU HEAR THAT? CLOCK’S TICKING, BRO!” and kunigami claps him on the back like, “better start saving.” 

isagi tries to laugh it off but ends up coughing awkwardly, hiding behind his glass of champagne. he can’t even look at you for a second because he’s so flustered. 

but when you two slip away later, standing outside under the fairy lights, he sees you gently cradling the bouquet like it’s precious. something tugs at his chest. 

his voice is soft, shaky but sure: “y’know… i don’t need flowers to tell me you’re the one. i’ve always known.” and then he kisses you, bouquet pressed between you both. 

itoshi rin

rin doesn’t want to be there. from the moment you tell him, his response is a flat, “do i have to?” but when you look at him with those hopeful eyes, he sighs and puts on his suit without another word. 

the entire ceremony, he’s sitting stiff, arms crossed, expression unreadable while everyone else sniffles during the vows. the only time he shows any reaction is when you laugh at something, his gaze softening for a split second. 

when the bouquet toss comes, you catch it with surprising ease. rin’s immediate reaction? an audible scoff. not at you, never at you, but at the way everyone’s heads swivel toward him like he’s about to pull out a ring right there. 

“don’t look at me like that,” he mutters under his breath, sharp eyes narrowing at anyone who dares smirk at him. his teammates are already snickering, shidou is wolf-whistling, and even sae across the room raises a brow in amusement. 

rin leans close to you, voice low and clipped: “ignore them. i’m not proposing because some dumb flowers told me to.” 

but when you’re in the car later, bouquet resting in your lap, you’re smiling quietly down at it, fingers brushing over the petals. rin glances at you, jaw tightening, then one hand slips from the steering wheel to rest over yours. 

“… but if you want me to,” he says, almost begrudgingly, “then it’s not even a question. it’ll happen.” and though he tries to act unaffected, his ears are red the whole drive home. 

itoshi sae

sae is all sharp lines and quiet detachment at the wedding. suit tailored perfectly, expression cold, sipping champagne like it’s the only thing keeping him from dying of boredom. 

during the vows, he doesn’t so much as blink, but when you squeeze his hand at the emotional part, his thumb brushes your knuckles almost instinctively. 

then the bouquet toss. you snatch it midair and suddenly the crowd is buzzing, eyes flicking toward sae. everyone expects him to roll his eyes or dismiss it. instead, he smirks. 

he leans in, lips almost brushing your ear: “guess i should start looking at rings.” he says it so casually, like he’s talking about buying groceries. your whole body heats up while he takes another sip of his drink, completely composed. 

the rest of the night, he’s merciless. “mrs. itoshi has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” “maybe i should ask the bride for tips on proposals.” every line laced with that smug smile that makes you want to hit him. 

but later, when you’re slipping off your shoes at home, he quietly takes the bouquet from your hands, sets it in a vase, and lingers. “i wasn’t joking, you know,” he says softly, eyes meeting yours. “flowers or no flowers – you’re it for me.” 

nagi seishiro

nagi drags his feet to the wedding, yawning the entire time. he leans his head on your shoulder during the vows, half-asleep until reo elbows him awake. 

but when the bouquet toss happens, you catch it without breaking a sweat. nagi blinks, rubs his eyes like he’s still waking up, then mutters, “huh. guess that means we’re getting married, right?” 

he doesn’t overthink it, like in his mind, that’s just how it works. bouquet → marriage. simple. 

you try to explain it’s just a tradition, but nagi shrugs. “doesn’t matter. i already know i want that with you anyway.” 

later, he ends up holding the bouquet for you because your hands are full, and it’s the funniest sight – this sleepy, towering man in a wrinkled suit casually carrying delicate flowers like it’s no big deal. 

guests start snapping photos, some teasing him about how “princely” he looks, and nagi just yawns. “she deserves better flowers anyway. i’ll get her bigger ones when it’s our turn.” 

your jaw drops at how casually he drops it while you’re internally combusting. nagi? he just wants to go home and cuddle, but with you, always with you. 

mikage reo

reo lives for weddings. he knows half the guests, easily slips into conversations, and charms every single person he meets. but his hand never leaves your waist, always reminding everyone you’re his. 

halfway through the vows, he’s already thinking about what your wedding would look like, mentally designing everything from the flower arrangements to the cake tiers. 

when you catch the bouquet, reo reacts like you’ve just scored the winning goal. he’s on his feet, clapping, grinning ear to ear, pulling you into his arms dramatically as the crowd cheers. 

“SEE? destiny wants us together forever!” he declares, making you laugh even as your face burns. his friends roll their eyes, but they’re all used to reo being dramatic about you. 

later, on the dance floor, he twirls you in his arms, forehead pressed to yours. “i’ll give you the biggest wedding anyone’s ever seen,” he murmurs, playful but with a thread of sincerity. 

then softer, almost like a confession: “but honestly, even if it was just you and me at city hall… i’d still be the happiest man alive.” 

shidou ryusei

shidou is chaos from the moment he steps foot in the venue. loud jokes, too much champagne, flirting with half the bridesmaids just to rile you up. 

then you catch the bouquet. and he LOSES it. 

“YEEEEEEESSSSS! THAT’S MY GIRL!!” he screams, clapping, whistling, even standing on his chair to announce to the entire room that you’re his future wife. the bride looks horrified, the groom is glaring, but shidou couldn’t care less. 

he physically scoops you up bridal style in front of everyone, spinning you around while yelling “MRS. SHIDOU, BABY!” like a madman. you want to sink into the floor. 

later, when he finally calms down, you find him outside, sitting on the steps with the bouquet in one hand. for once, he’s quiet. 

when you sit beside him, he doesn’t look at you, just mutters, “i wasn’t kidding, y’know. you’re the only one i see myself doing this with. forever.” and though it’s shidou, unpredictable and wild, the way his voice softens tells you he means it. 

karasu tabito

karasu rolls into the wedding with that sly grin, suit perfectly fitted but with his tie already loosened like he’s at the afterparty before the ceremony even begins. he spends most of the time cracking side comments to make you laugh, even during the vows (earning glares from the more serious guests). 

when the bouquet toss starts, karasu’s eyes are on you like a hawk. the bouquet sails through the air and you snatch it with ease. his reaction? loud whistle, slow clap, then a dramatic bow in your direction like you’ve just claimed a championship. 

he wastes no time – slides up behind you, arm draped over your shoulder, smirk sharp as ever. “well, looks like the universe wants me to lock ya down, huh?” 

of course, he makes a big show of it, whispering teasing remarks just loud enough for the surrounding crowd to overhear: “guess i’ll start saving for a ring… wonder if black diamonds match yer eyes better than regular ones.” people laugh, and you’re torn between burying your face in your hands and smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. 

later, during the slow dance, he’s way more quiet. hands resting steady on your waist, eyes softer than usual. “jokes aside… i don’t need flowers to tell me. yer it.” the grin’s still there, but this time, it’s all real. 

ness alexis

ness is practically glowing at the wedding. he’s sweet to everyone, pulling out chairs, helping with drinks, and the way he looks at you all dolled up could melt anyone’s heart. he’s in full boyfriend-prince mode. 

when the bouquet toss happens, you catch it, and ness just freezes. for a second he’s stunned, like his brain blue-screens at the sight of you holding it. then his face turns bright pink, and he claps for you so earnestly it’s like you just won an award. 

he’s stammering when people tease him – “o-oh, i mean, haha, it’s just a tradition, right? n-no pressure or anything!” but inside? his blood is boiling in the best way. he’s thrilled. he wants it. 

you can feel his hand trembling when he laces his fingers with yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles like he’s grounding himself. 

later that night, when it’s just you two outside under the twinkle lights, he finally lets the words spill. “y’know… i always dream about that with you. a wedding. a forever. and seeing you with that bouquet just… makes it feel real.” 

his voice cracks a little, but his smile is the brightest thing in the world. “i love you so much. one day, that’ll be us.” 

kaiser michael

kaiser treats weddings like his personal runway. suit tailored to perfection, hair styled just right, and he knows eyes are on him the second he walks in. but the only gaze he cares about? yours. he’s glued to your side all night, whispering little flirty comments that make you roll your eyes but hide a smile. 

the bouquet toss is basically destiny for him. the second you catch it, he’s already on his feet clapping like you just scored a world cup goal. “ahhh, mein liebling, you always win, don’t you?” his voice is smooth but loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. 

when people start teasing him, he leans into it shamelessly. “ja, ja, don’t worry. i’ll give her the biggest diamond in europe. maybe even two.” the arrogance in his grin is unbearable… but his hand is tight around your waist, like he doesn’t want to let you slip away even for a second. 

later, when you’re tucked away from the crowd, bouquet in your hands, he bends down just enough to murmur against your temple: “you don’t need to catch flowers to prove it. i’ve already decided – you’re mine forever.” 

his words carry that mix of charm and raw sincerity that only kaiser can pull off. then he presses a kiss to your knuckles, dramatic, like you’re royalty. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kxsagi]

Yooooooo so happy your request are back open 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Can we have sassy reader again but this time they're getting cat called. And Bllk boys trying to fight the guy or something.

I know this gonna be a banger

Also your stories with the Bllk boys being in a band is sooooo good. Like 😭😔 We eating it up

Also also remember to take breaks😁😁😁

“𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐯𝐬. 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬”

a/n: OMG I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT SO CONSISTENT SAINT EGO UPDATES, my life has been super busy and i have a ton of requests that i am currently prioritizing at the moment, but i promise another chapter is coming soon

thank you for all the love!!! love you babe ❤️

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, aiku oliver

isagi yoichi

the catcall drops, and at first isagi just freezes – wide-eyed, jaw clenched, like his brain’s buffering. but then something in him snaps, and suddenly this man is on a verbal warpath. 

“oh wow, that’s what you came up with? that’s what you thought was smooth? my gosh, you’re pathetic.” his tone is sharp, furious, and gaining volume by the second. he takes a step closer, pointing at the guy like he’s analyzing bad game footage. “look at you – shoes falling apart, shirt hasn’t seen an iron since the stone age, and you’ve got the audacity to open your mouth to her? unbelievable.” 

you’re already laughing because he’s not stopping. isagi just keeps going, unloading every ounce of pent-up energy like he’s been training for this roast session his entire life. “do you even hear yourself? you sound like a dog barking at a car – loud, pointless, and sad. bet that’s the most attention you’ve gotten in months, huh?” 

the guy tries to laugh it off, but isagi steamrolls him, voice cutting sharper: “nah, don’t even try. you’re not funny. you’re not clever. you’re background noise. if you disappeared tomorrow, nobody would notice, except maybe the rats, they’d miss their competition.” 

you throw in your own little dagger – “he’s right, baby boy. this is embarrassing for him at this point.” isagi nods furiously, glaring at the guy like he just committed a crime against humanity. 

by the time you drag him away, isagi’s still muttering insults under his breath: “clown… loser… waste of space…” the poor guy is left standing there roasted into ashes, questioning every life choice that led him to this moment. 

itoshi rin

rin is terrifyingly fast with his reaction. one second, the catcaller opens his mouth, and the next, rin is halfway out of his jacket like it’s about to turn into a street brawl. he doesn’t even bother to shout; he’s laser-focused, eyes narrowed like a blade aimed at the guy. 

you throw your sass first – “cute, but i’m allergic to broke boys.” rin’s lips twitch at your comeback, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the guy, because rin is not above escalating. his body language screams i dare you to speak again. 

the guy tries to laugh it off, but rin steps forward with this low, deadly voice: “say that again. i want you to.” and it’s so sharp, even you feel a chill. 

honestly, you spend most of your energy pulling rin back by his wrist, because this man will absolutely lunge if the stranger even blinks wrong. the funniest part? rin doesn’t even realize he’s being over the top. he genuinely thinks decking some dude in the street is the most logical course of action. 

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t raise his voice. he doesn’t need to. the catcaller says something gross, and sae just turns his head with that slow, unamused look that could stop time. it’s the type of glare that makes grown men shrink. 

“you must really have a death wish,” he mutters flatly, no change in tone, but the weight behind it is lethal. the guy actually falters, stuttering like he’s trying to laugh it off. 

you, of course, can’t resist twisting the knife: “don’t embarrass yourself, sweetie. my outfit costs more than your rent, and i wouldn’t waste it on you.” sae’s mouth curves ever so slightly, like he’s proud of you for verbally body-slamming the man, but he keeps his eyes locked like a predator tracking prey. 

what makes sae the scariest is that he doesn’t look angry. he looks calm. too calm. and that’s when people realize they’re standing in front of someone who will follow through. you end up tugging sae along before the guy dissolves into a puddle of fear. 

nagi seishiro

nagi processes things slowly. so when the catcall happens, he just blinks. then tilts his head. then mutters, “… did he just talk to you like that?” it takes about three seconds, but once it clicks, his whole demeanor shifts. lazy nagi is gone. now it’s “i’m too tired for this, but i’ll still ruin you.” 

he exhales like it’s the biggest inconvenience in the world and mutters, “what a drag, guess i gotta fight someone today.” his tone is flat, but his height and size alone make the guy take a nervous step back. 

you smirk and toss your line: “sorry, i don’t speak broke or desperate.” nagi scratches the back of his neck, sighs, then steps in front of you like a wall. “yeah, she’s not interested, man. move on before i make you.” 

it’s terrifying because nagi doesn’t even sound angry. he’s just bored. and that “bored but willing to throw hands” vibe is somehow worse than someone shouting. 

mikage reo

reo takes it like a personal insult to his existence. the second he hears the catcall, he spins around with this scandalized look, like someone just cursed at him directly. “excuse me? who the hell do you think you are talking to my girlfriend like that?!” 

he’s already stepping in front of you, arms spread wide, like a shiny guard dog in expensive clothes. he’s puffing his chest, shouting about respect, morals, and common decency like he’s giving a TED Talk in the middle of the street. 

you sigh, flip your hair, and add, “don’t stress, babe. i already told him he looks like a low-budget romeo.” reo points at you, like “SEE? even she knows!” and then glares at the catcaller again. 

reo would 100% threaten to buy out the entire building or block just to evict the guy if he lived there. you’re half-amused, half-exasperated because he’s really ready to pull financial power moves over a random stranger. 

shidou ryusei

the second a catcall leaves the guy’s mouth, shidou is already spinning around like a feral raccoon that’s just been set loose. his grin is wide, teeth sharp, and his voice booms over the whole street: “AYO, WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!” heads are turning, people are watching, and shidou’s practically vibrating with glee at the prospect of a street fight. 

you roll your eyes, toss your hair back, and smirk at the guy. “don’t bother, babe. he’s just jealous his reflection is the only thing that’ll ever look at him twice.” shidou loses it. he’s clutching his stomach, wheezing with laughter like you just handed him the funniest roast of the year. 

then, mid-laugh, he snaps back to unhinged mode: “YEAH, BUT I’M STILL GONNA SMASH HIS SKULL IN.” he’s bouncing on his heels, already shrugging his jacket off like this is a pre-match warm-up. the poor guy takes a nervous step back, but shidou’s thrilled now. “COME ON, PUSSY, GIVE ME A REASON.” 

honestly? you have to physically drag him by the shirt collar because if you don’t, shidou will 100% chase the man across the street and cause a scene. the worst part is he’s laughing the entire time you’re pulling him away, yelling over his shoulder, “BABE LET ME AT HIM, I JUST WANNA TALK!” (he absolutely does not just wanna talk). 

karasu tabito

karasu’s reaction is instant – one second he’s beside you, the next he’s laughing so darkly it sounds like a warning. “wow. bold of ya to say that with yer face looking like that.” his tone is mocking, but his eyes? sharp, focused, already planning how to dismantle the guy if it comes to it. 

you smirk and add your dagger: “aw, another NPC thinks he’s got main character energy. cute.” karasu loses it laughing, clutching his chest like you just delivered the line of the century. “gosh, yer ruthless. i love it.” 

then his laugh cuts short, and he steps closer. “but for real… ya better shut the hell up before i make ya.” the switch from playful to dangerous is terrifying – one second he’s grinning, the next he’s looking at the guy like prey. 

karasu’s not the type to throw the first punch in broad daylight, but he is the type to corner the dude with words so sharp the man wishes he’d never spoken. and if it did escalate? he’d be more than happy to back it up with action. 

kaiser michael

kaiser doesn’t even get angry at first, he gets petty. his lips curl into this cocky smirk, and he struts a step closer like he’s about to roast someone on live TV. “really? that’s the best you’ve got? tragic. no wonder you’re single.” his voice drips with mockery, every syllable sharp as glass. 

you lean into his side, toss a dagger of your own: “don’t worry. not everyone can afford front-row seats to this.” kaiser actually cackles before planting a kiss on your cheek, then immediately turns back to the catcaller with eyes that could kill. 

here’s the thing: kaiser doesn’t just clap back once. oh no, he goes scorched earth. he starts dismantling the guy’s entire existence, piece by piece. “bro, those knockoff sneakers? embarrassing. that haircut? my grandma could do better with garden shears. that voice crack when you opened your mouth? comedy gold. try again when puberty actually hits.” 

he doesn’t shut up. he will roast the man for five straight minutes until the poor stranger is staring at the ground, wishing he could vanish. meanwhile, you’re just standing there, arms crossed, watching your boyfriend verbally incinerate a grown man like it’s open-mic night. 

if, and only if, the guy tries to argue back, kaiser’s smile goes razor-thin. “cute. i’ll enjoy breaking your jaw when you’re done embarrassing yourself.” he’s not bluffing either – you have to tug him away before his mouthy theatrics turn into actual violence. 

ness alexis

ness is… different. when it happens, his smile doesn’t drop. he doesn’t shout, doesn’t glare – he just stays sweet, like he didn’t hear it at all. he even gently takes your hand, gives it a squeeze, and softly says, “don’t mind him, love. let’s go.” 

but on the inside? oh, he’s boiling. his blood is pounding in his ears, his jaw tight behind that gentle smile. he hates that someone dared to disrespect you like that, and it takes everything in him not to explode on the spot. 

you roll your eyes at the guy and snipe back, “wow, brave of you to shoot your shot when i wouldn’t even pick you in a charity draft.” ness laughs softly – it sounds sweet, almost angelic – but his eyes? they flicker dangerously for a second, like there’s something lethal under the surface. 

if the guy dares to keep talking, ness leans in just slightly, still smiling, and says in the calmest, most polite tone: “you should leave before you really regret that.” no raised voice, no theatrics, just quiet menace wrapped in honey. it’s scarier than shouting, honestly. 

he walks you away gently, thumb brushing over your hand soothingly, but the look in his eyes says if that man had pushed even once more, ness would’ve snapped and it wouldn’t have been pretty. 

aiku oliver

oliver’s the kind of guy who doesn’t get loud, but the second the catcall happens, his whole aura changes. his relaxed grin disappears, replaced by a sharp, dangerous stare. he takes a step forward, voice low and steady, like a storm brewing: “say that again, and you’ll regret it.” 

the guy tries to laugh, but you’re already stepping in with your sass: “bless your heart, i know it took a lot of courage to embarrass yourself in public like that.” oliver’s lips twitch, amused at how fast you shut the dude down, but his body is still squared up, towering over the guy with that “one wrong move and I’ll end you” vibe. 

what’s terrifying about oliver is that he doesn’t need to shout. he just stands there – broad shoulders, relaxed stance, but with an edge in his eyes that screams predator. he tilts his head slightly, sizing the guy up like he’s already planning how to drop him. “do yourself a favor and walk away.” 

you have to loop your arm through his and tug him along before he takes it further, because oliver has absolutely no problem throwing a punch in broad daylight. he lets you drag him, but not before throwing one last icy glare over his shoulder that makes the guy shrink on the spot. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kxsagi]

Ts yo man? 😔🥀

no that's not isagi, that's igasi

this is MY MAN:

[kxsagi]

hiiiii i know your requests are closed so i just wanted to hear your thoughts on this, no need to write anything hahaha :D but like imagine the summer i turned pretty but with the itoshi brothers and reader

hiiiiii

okay i am gonna be completely honest here: i HATE the trope of the summer i turned pretty, like that kind of love triangle just doesn't work or seem romantic at all 😭

i didn't wanna lie and be like "yeah that would be really cute" because it's not. imagine your body count was just rin and his brother. or sae and his brother. like you've got the same DNA going in you girl...

plus, we all know that conrad is the better brother, so i don't know who would be the better brother in this case. sae bc he's the older one, too?

i do not want reader to stay with someone who cheated on her and throw away everything just for a man like that. basically, i'm not a fan of the show (i heard the books are a different story so i can't speak on that since i've never read them) and i'm sorry to all lovers of this show, i will gladly listen to other opinions, but this is just my take 💔

[kxsagi]

no request but I love your work

thank you, i love YOU ❤️

[kxsagi]

I love ur smaus. LETS KISS

I WAS LISTENING TO ET BY KATY PERRY WHILE READING THIS MESSAGE SO I JUST HEAR "kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me, infect me with your loving, fill me with your poison" WHICH IS PERFECT TIMING LMAO

us:

[kxsagi]

ok ok one more try

what do you call a gay anon?

(crowd holds breath)

...ganondorf

(...crowd leaves)

that's enough screen time for today!

[kxsagi]

what do you call a lesbian anon?

...a lesbanon (crowd boos)

chat boo her 👎