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Rin Itoshi was never good with words, but he is good at drawing.

The first time he saw you was when you were working at the local café near your apartment. You weren’t doing much since it wasn’t a busy day—you were just sitting behind the counter, waiting for more customers to arrive. He just stared at you from outside, taken aback from seeing you. How come he never saw you around?

>_<

Since he still had time to waste, he turned on his heels and started making his way towards the café, his little sketchbook in hand and his pen resting on the neckline of his shirt.

He pushed the door open, which was followed by a soft ringing sound that welcomed him into the cozy atmosphere the café provided. He looked around his surroundings, taking in the retro design and the jazz music playing in the background.

You immediately put your phone away and straightened up at the sound of the bells ringing, a soft smile already forming on your face as you greeted him.

“Hi and welcome! What can I get for you today? ” Your eyes move to look at him, your head tilting slightly while waiting for him to speak.

Rin, meanwhile, just stared at you, seemingly lost in thought based on the way he looked at you. The way you smile, the way your hair flawlessly flowed down your shoulders, the sound of the unfamiliar voice… It was all new to him, especially the feeling he felt brewing in his stomach—you were beautiful, to say the least. But he wasn’t exactly known for speaking his thoughts nor saying them out loud.

“Uh, hello? ” You waved your hand in front of his face, causing him to snap back into reality.

“Black coffee.”

“Ah, no add-ons or anything? Just pure black? ”

“Yes.”

You hummed softly and started tapping on the tablet resting in front of you.

“Great! That’ll be 2.45! Also, what’s your name? Just so I can easily call you if your order is ready.”

“Rin.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, plucking out a 5 dollar bill and handing it over to you. “You can keep the change.” He then turned around to look for a table, searching for one that was facing the counter so he could look at you directly. Once he settled down, he immediately pulled out his small sketchpad and pen, flipping through a few pages before he started. He wanted this to be perfect since he was going to give it to you; he wanted to capture your smile and the way your hair fell around your shoulders.

>_<

It didn’t take long for you to prepare his order since it was just a black coffee; you grabbed a small tray and gently placed the cup of coffee in the middle before ringing the bell.

“Order for Rin! ” You yelled out, your hands resting against the cool wooden counter.

He let out a soft sigh, placing his pencil down on the table as he got up to claim his order. A small smile formed on your face when you saw him approaching, hands moving back to rest on her hips.

“Thank you for the tip! ”

You only receive a nod in response, which you didn’t mind since most customers don’t even bother to say thank you.

>_<

He eventually finished his drawing an hour later. It didn’t come out perfect and flawless like he imagined, but it was something. He ripped the page out and folded it into a square. He gathered his belongings first, then rose from his chair, making his way back over to where you stood.

“For you.” His voice was quiet, unlike earlier. You noticed his cheeks turning into a light shade of pink, but you didn’t question him and took the folded paper from him.

“What’s this? ”You stared at the folded paper resting between your thumb and index before moving to look at him, waiting for an answer. But before you could even get any, he already ran out of the coffee shop.

A sigh escaped your lips as you began to unravel the paper, a small surprised gasp escaping you when it revealed you.

You wanted to thank him for the masterpiece, but since he was already gone, you just folded it and tucked it in your pocket for you to keep and admire once you get home, maybe even frame it and display it beside your bed.

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Rin Itoshi was never good with words, but he is good at drawing.

The first time he saw you was when you were working at the local café near your apartment. You weren’t doing much since it wasn’t a busy day—you were just sitting behind the counter, waiting for more customers to arrive. He just stared at you from outside, taken aback from seeing you. How come he never saw you around?

>_<

Since he still had time to waste, he turned on his heels and started making his way towards the café, his little sketchbook in hand and his pen resting on the neckline of his shirt.

He pushed the door open, which was followed by a soft ringing sound that welcomed him into the cozy atmosphere the café provided. He looked around his surroundings, taking in the retro design and the jazz music playing in the background.

You immediately put your phone away and straightened up at the sound of the bells ringing, a soft smile already forming on your face as you greeted him.

“Hi and welcome! What can I get for you today? ” Your eyes move to look at him, your head tilting slightly while waiting for him to speak.

Rin, meanwhile, just stared at you, seemingly lost in thought based on the way he looked at you. The way you smile, the way your hair flawlessly flowed down your shoulders, the sound of the unfamiliar voice… It was all new to him, especially the feeling he felt brewing in his stomach—you were beautiful, to say the least. But he wasn’t exactly known for speaking his thoughts nor saying them out loud.

“Uh, hello? ” You waved your hand in front of his face, causing him to snap back into reality.

“Black coffee.”

“Ah, no add-ons or anything? Just pure black? ”

“Yes.”

You hummed softly and started tapping on the tablet resting in front of you.

“Great! That’ll be 2.45! Also, what’s your name? Just so I can easily call you if your order is ready.”

“Rin.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, plucking out a 5 dollar bill and handing it over to you. “You can keep the change.” He then turned around to look for a table, searching for one that was facing the counter so he could look at you directly. Once he settled down, he immediately pulled out his small sketchpad and pen, flipping through a few pages before he started. He wanted this to be perfect since he was going to give it to you; he wanted to capture your smile and the way your hair fell around your shoulders.

>_<

It didn’t take long for you to prepare his order since it was just a black coffee; you grabbed a small tray and gently placed the cup of coffee in the middle before ringing the bell.

“Order for Rin! ” You yelled out, your hands resting against the cool wooden counter.

He let out a soft sigh, placing his pencil down on the table as he got up to claim his order. A small smile formed on your face when you saw him approaching, hands moving back to rest on her hips.

“Thank you for the tip! ”

You only receive a nod in response, which you didn’t mind since most customers don’t even bother to say thank you.

>_<

He eventually finished his drawing an hour later. It didn’t come out perfect and flawless like he imagined, but it was something. He ripped the page out and folded it into a square. He gathered his belongings first, then rose from his chair, making his way back over to where you stood.

“For you.” His voice was quiet, unlike earlier. You noticed his cheeks turning into a light shade of pink, but you didn’t question him and took the folded paper from him.

“What’s this? ”You stared at the folded paper resting between your thumb and index before moving to look at him, waiting for an answer. But before you could even get any, he already ran out of the coffee shop.

A sigh escaped your lips as you began to unravel the paper, a small surprised gasp escaping you when it revealed you.

You wanted to thank him for the masterpiece, but since he was already gone, you just folded it and tucked it in your pocket for you to keep and admire once you get home, maybe even frame it and display it beside your bed.

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Rin Itoshi was never good with words, but he is good at drawing.

The first time he saw you was when you were working at the local café near your apartment. You weren’t doing much since it wasn’t a busy day—you were just sitting behind the counter, waiting for more customers to arrive. He just stared at you from outside, taken aback from seeing you. How come he never saw you around?

>_<

Since he still had time to waste, he turned on his heels and started making his way towards the café, his little sketchbook in hand and his pen resting on the neckline of his shirt.

He pushed the door open, which was followed by a soft ringing sound that welcomed him into the cozy atmosphere the café provided. He looked around his surroundings, taking in the retro design and the jazz music playing in the background.

You immediately put your phone away and straightened up at the sound of the bells ringing, a soft smile already forming on your face as you greeted him.

“Hi and welcome! What can I get for you today? ” Your eyes move to look at him, your head tilting slightly while waiting for him to speak.

Rin, meanwhile, just stared at you, seemingly lost in thought based on the way he looked at you. The way you smile, the way your hair flawlessly flowed down your shoulders, the sound of the unfamiliar voice… It was all new to him, especially the feeling he felt brewing in his stomach—you were beautiful, to say the least. But he wasn’t exactly known for speaking his thoughts nor saying them out loud.

“Uh, hello? ” You waved your hand in front of his face, causing him to snap back into reality.

“Black coffee.”

“Ah, no add-ons or anything? Just pure black? ”

“Yes.”

You hummed softly and started tapping on the tablet resting in front of you.

“Great! That’ll be 2.45! Also, what’s your name? Just so I can easily call you if your order is ready.”

“Rin.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, plucking out a 5 dollar bill and handing it over to you. “You can keep the change.” He then turned around to look for a table, searching for one that was facing the counter so he could look at you directly. Once he settled down, he immediately pulled out his small sketchpad and pen, flipping through a few pages before he started. He wanted this to be perfect since he was going to give it to you; he wanted to capture your smile and the way your hair fell around your shoulders.

>_<

It didn’t take long for you to prepare his order since it was just a black coffee; you grabbed a small tray and gently placed the cup of coffee in the middle before ringing the bell.

“Order for Rin! ” You yelled out, your hands resting against the cool wooden counter.

He let out a soft sigh, placing his pencil down on the table as he got up to claim his order. A small smile formed on your face when you saw him approaching, hands moving back to rest on her hips.

“Thank you for the tip! ”

You only receive a nod in response, which you didn’t mind since most customers don’t even bother to say thank you.

>_<

He eventually finished his drawing an hour later. It didn’t come out perfect and flawless like he imagined, but it was something. He ripped the page out and folded it into a square. He gathered his belongings first, then rose from his chair, making his way back over to where you stood.

“For you.” His voice was quiet, unlike earlier. You noticed his cheeks turning into a light shade of pink, but you didn’t question him and took the folded paper from him.

“What’s this? ”You stared at the folded paper resting between your thumb and index before moving to look at him, waiting for an answer. But before you could even get any, he already ran out of the coffee shop.

A sigh escaped your lips as you began to unravel the paper, a small surprised gasp escaping you when it revealed you.

You wanted to thank him for the masterpiece, but since he was already gone, you just folded it and tucked it in your pocket for you to keep and admire once you get home, maybe even frame it and display it beside your bed.

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Rin Itoshi was never good with words, but he is good at drawing.

The first time he saw you was when you were working at the local café near your apartment. You weren’t doing much since it wasn’t a busy day—you were just sitting behind the counter, waiting for more customers to arrive. He just stared at you from outside, taken aback from seeing you. How come he never saw you around?

>_<

Since he still had time to waste, he turned on his heels and started making his way towards the café, his little sketchbook in hand and his pen resting on the neckline of his shirt.

He pushed the door open, which was followed by a soft ringing sound that welcomed him into the cozy atmosphere the café provided. He looked around his surroundings, taking in the retro design and the jazz music playing in the background.

You immediately put your phone away and straightened up at the sound of the bells ringing, a soft smile already forming on your face as you greeted him.

“Hi and welcome! What can I get for you today? ” Your eyes move to look at him, your head tilting slightly while waiting for him to speak.

Rin, meanwhile, just stared at you, seemingly lost in thought based on the way he looked at you. The way you smile, the way your hair flawlessly flowed down your shoulders, the sound of the unfamiliar voice… It was all new to him, especially the feeling he felt brewing in his stomach—you were beautiful, to say the least. But he wasn’t exactly known for speaking his thoughts nor saying them out loud.

“Uh, hello? ” You waved your hand in front of his face, causing him to snap back into reality.

“Black coffee.”

“Ah, no add-ons or anything? Just pure black? ”

“Yes.”

You hummed softly and started tapping on the tablet resting in front of you.

“Great! That’ll be 2.45! Also, what’s your name? Just so I can easily call you if your order is ready.”

“Rin.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, plucking out a 5 dollar bill and handing it over to you. “You can keep the change.” He then turned around to look for a table, searching for one that was facing the counter so he could look at you directly. Once he settled down, he immediately pulled out his small sketchpad and pen, flipping through a few pages before he started. He wanted this to be perfect since he was going to give it to you; he wanted to capture your smile and the way your hair fell around your shoulders.

>_<

It didn’t take long for you to prepare his order since it was just a black coffee; you grabbed a small tray and gently placed the cup of coffee in the middle before ringing the bell.

“Order for Rin! ” You yelled out, your hands resting against the cool wooden counter.

He let out a soft sigh, placing his pencil down on the table as he got up to claim his order. A small smile formed on your face when you saw him approaching, hands moving back to rest on her hips.

“Thank you for the tip! ”

You only receive a nod in response, which you didn’t mind since most customers don’t even bother to say thank you.

>_<

He eventually finished his drawing an hour later. It didn’t come out perfect and flawless like he imagined, but it was something. He ripped the page out and folded it into a square. He gathered his belongings first, then rose from his chair, making his way back over to where you stood.

“For you.” His voice was quiet, unlike earlier. You noticed his cheeks turning into a light shade of pink, but you didn’t question him and took the folded paper from him.

“What’s this? ”You stared at the folded paper resting between your thumb and index before moving to look at him, waiting for an answer. But before you could even get any, he already ran out of the coffee shop.

A sigh escaped your lips as you began to unravel the paper, a small surprised gasp escaping you when it revealed you.

You wanted to thank him for the masterpiece, but since he was already gone, you just folded it and tucked it in your pocket for you to keep and admire once you get home, maybe even frame it and display it beside your bed.

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—thanku for reading, kisses

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shidou + sae + kaiser + ness + nagi + isagi + reo + rin x f reader

throws this at you and runs away giggling

shidou thinks he’s god’s gift to women.

even when he’s standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom in nothing but crusty spiderman boxers with a hole near the waistband, hair an untamed and wild mess, and that signature smug little smirk tugging at his lips.

there you’d be, lying in bed like a goddess in some delicate, sheer lace nightgown, white and silky, barely clinging to your figure, looking like you had just walked out of some teenage boys fantasy. like some playboy magazine cover model come to life.

and him.

he’s standing there like he’s the main fucking event. arms flexed slightly, hip cocked to the side, trying to give you the look, the one where he raises one of his eyebrows and puts on a sexy smoulder he learned when you both watch tangled the other night and won’t stop doing—

“you like what you see, babe?”

he winks, digging his thumb beneath the waistband and drawing back, only to let it slap back against his hip with a loud snap. “it’s your lucky night. spider man’s feelin’ real naughty...”

you blink.

he climbs into bed like he’s about to change your entire life, and the scent of his body spray (which smells suspiciously like the high school gym locker he confessed to you in all those years ago) hits you almost instantly.

you shuffle an inch away, a small grimace on your face which he immediately takes notices of. “what? awe, don’t act shy now, sweetheart,” he purrs, throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you back in, those fucking children’s boxers brushing up against your thigh. “you didn’t marry all of this for nothin.”

you sigh, a hand dragging down your face.

yes. you did marry him. you just didn’t know the spiderman boxers would come with the deal.

sae loved stuff like this.

you were practically bouncing with excitement, eyes sparkling as you dragged him through the zoo with the excitement of a small child.

“monkeys first,” you told him, clutching your camera to your chest. “the little ones that look like they’re judging everyone.”

sae gave a tiny smile, the kind he only ever gave you. “mm.”

you made a beeline for the primate exhibit, and he followed, hands in his pockets, steps a little lazy as he stayed behind.

and yeah, the monkeys were indeed adorable. tiny, scruffy, wide eyed little creatures that climbed all over each other and made judgmental little faces when people threw banana’s into the den. you cooed and laughed and snapped like fifty photos while sae leaned on the railing, watching you as if you were the attraction instead of the small animals.

and then, out of nowhere, he softly slips his hand into yours.

“honey, look.” he murmured, pointing behind you somewhere. you turned, expecting maybe a new baby monkey or something cute.

but no.

seagulls.

plain, loud, not even part of the zoo seagulls, strutting around like they owned the place. annoying visitors and making a mess of the trash can.

“…seriously?” you blinked. “the monkeys are right there and you’re watching birds?”

sae just shrugged, totally serious. “they’re smart.”

one of them squawked and stole a french fry from a kid who began to cry, and you swore you saw his eyes light up.

“see?”

you stared at him like he’d lost it. “you brought me to the zoo for cute animals and you’re impressed by street birds?”

he nodded. “they’re intelligent creatures.”

you sighed, but your lips twitched.

and when he took a sneaky photo of you next to a monkey doing the exact same unimpressed face, you let him.

kaiser was thriving.

lights flashing, fans screaming, reporters yelling his name from every direction, but none of it mattered. because you were on his arm, and you looked so fucking good it should’ve been illegal. and maybe it was, on his poor heart.

you, in a dress that made people double take. and him in a designer suit which basically screamed ‘look at me!’ but still refusing to let go of your hand for even a second.

“look this way, kaiser!”

“over here!”

“pose with the ball!”

“kaiser, who’s the woman with—”

“yeah yeah, i know, i’m hot,” he waved dismissively at the cameras, tugging you closer. “but have you seen her? look at her. look. she’s the star. me? i’m just her soccer groupie.”

you barely blinked, and shielding your eyes from the countless flashes. “you dragged me here.”

“because the red carpet needed flavor,” he grinned, nudging you playfully. “and you’re the whole meal. i’m just the bowl you sit in.”

“what does that even mean—”

cue the camera clicks exploding like fireworks.

someone handed him a microphone and instead of answering questions about his match performance, he started bragging about your skincare routine.

“she does this thing with, like, snail goo or whatever? and her face? glowing. radiant. i tried it once and got a rash.”

you quietly nodded beside him, giving the cameras a blank expression like this was just your normal tuesday.

he kept tugging you in for selfies, making sure they got his good side where his jawline was razor sharp, while you stayed poker faced the whole time, slightly turned away by the dozens of desperate faces trying to get some material of michael kaiser and the new woman on his arm.

“god… i love how mysterious you are,” he whispered in your ear over the raving crowd. “like people are gonna think you’re a secret agent.”

“…i’m literally an accountant.”

“mm, yeah, schatz… the hottest accountant i’ve ever seen.”

he didn’t even look at the photographers when they asked for solo shots. just kept gazing at you like you were the only thing worth capturing.

ness had never liked eating out.

not because the food was bad, no, he’d happily devour three servings if you let him, but because he couldn’t stand the idea of other people talking to you. looking at you. breathing near you. especially men.

and today?

you were barely five minutes into your meal when a cheery waiter stopped by your table, leaning just a little too close for ness’s liking.

“would you like some ketchup with that?” the guy asked with a smile.

you didn’t think much of it, just nodded politely and said, “sure, thank you.”

but across from you… ness stiffened.

his fork hovered mid air, his eye twitching, lips pressed into a thin line. he didn’t say anything right away. just… stared down at his plate like it had killed his entire family.

you glanced over when he doesn’t react to your foot softly rubbing against his ankle. normally you’d get a ‘yippie!’, so it was a little concerning.

“lexis…what’s wrong?” you raise an eyebrow.

“…ketchup.” he muttered.

“huh?”

ness turned to you, his voice a dramatic whisper, “so that’s what you’re into now, huh? ketchup guys?”

you blinked. “…what.”

he pointed his fork accusingly. “he asked if you wanted ketchup. and you said yes. to him.”

“…because he asked?”

“but why him?” he leaned closer, narrowing his eyes. “if i asked, would you have said yes too? or was it his ketchup you wanted?”

you just stared. “alexis, he’s a waiter.”

ness huffed, angrily stabbing at the fries on his plate. “i’m watching you. and your stupid ketchup.”

he sulked the rest of the meal, still feeding you bites of his burger, still playing footsie’s with you under the table, but glaring daggers at the ketchup bottle like it personally insulted him.

and later that night, you found your phone filled with photos of you and ness under an album label “the mustard to my mayo <3”

nagi had a problem.

you had a shiny umbreon. his favorite. it sparkled, it looked cool, and worst of all, you wouldn’t trade it to him, no matter how many shitty common pokémon he tried to offer you for it.

“it’s my favorite. i evolved it at midnight on purpose.”

nagi, who was laying upside down on your couch with his phone resting on his face, mumbles out a small, “i need it though.”

you didn’t budge, and so… phase two began.

nagi turned into the laziest scammer known to man.

he’d send you trades labeled “ultra rare secret glitch ‘mon” with the sketchiest lineups. rattata, rattata, rattata, shiny magikarp (nicknamed ‘definitely umbreon 2.0’).

“you renamed a magikarp and thought i wouldn’t notice?”

he yawned, rolling onto his tummy. “worth a shot…”

he got more elaborate. once wore sunglasses and a fake mustache, made a fake trainer profile called “pokechoki” and messaged you from across the couch like

“hello i am collector of rare pokémon. would like your umbreon. will give 4 bidoof.”

you turned, deadpan, and nudged his thigh with your fuzzy gengar socks. “nagi, you’re in the same room as me.”

“huh? don’t know of this ‘nagi’ person. i’m seishiro.”

eventually, he climbed into your lap like a giant sleepy cat, nuzzled into your neck, and tried to guilt you with his classic, “if you loved me… you’d give me your umbreon…”

you didn’t fall for it.

but you did catch him later, holding your phone while you were brushing your teeth, trying to sneak trade himself the umbreon while you were distracted.

his defense?

“…is it really stealing if ‘what’s mine is yours’?”

isagi has been so strange lately.

you’re in the kitchen, scrolling through your phone and sipping your coffee when you hear a thud in the hallway.

“i’m okay!”

his voice echoes from somewhere down the corridor.

you raise an eyebrow, not even surprised anymore. your husband had been on a mission lately, a weird mission to prove that even though you’re already married, he’s still “hot husband material.”

his latest phase? doing push ups shirtless whenever you’re nearby. flexing his biceps whenever he opens a jar. winking dramatically when handing you anything.

today was worse.

he strides into the kitchen moments later, dressed in nothing but grey sweatpants and a face filled with determination. a towel thrown over his shoulder like he’s in a men’s health shoot.

“babe,” he grins, “check this out.”

he goes to do a one armed push up right then and there on the kitchen tile, except his hand slips, and he faceplants so fast it sounds like a cartoon slap.

you sit up straighter and raise an eyebrow.

“…honey.. are you okay?” you ask, holding back a laugh.

he stays face down on the floor for a second before mumbling, “still hot though… right?”

you roll your eyes fondly and get up to sit on the floor next to him, nudging him with your knee.

“…you’re lucky i already said ‘i do’.”

he peeks up at you, grinning with a busted ego and a red forehead. “i’d marry you again if it helps my case.”

you kiss his forehead and shake your head. “let’s just keep the seduction off the kitchen floor, yeah?”

reo always had expensive taste.

in cars, in watches, in clothes.

but his favorite luxury? you.

he spoiled you when you were just his high school girlfriend. snuck designer bracelets into your locker, filled your dorm with roses during exams, flew you out for weekend getaways like it was nothing. the other girls were jealous, always whispering, “what does she have that we don’t?”

reo never gave them the attention they wanted. he just kissed your cheek and made you show off the shiny chain around your neck.

now, years later, not much has changed. except you now wear a ring on your finger, and his last name behind yours.

you wake up to breakfast already made, gifts by the door “just because,” and his card in your hand with a small, “go get yourself something pretty.”

he comes home from practice and scoops you up into his arms like a lovesick idiot, still obsessed, still whipped.

and when you pout? even a little? he acts like it’s a national emergency.

“what do you want, baby? tell me. shoes? a trip? my kidney?”

reo’s love language has always been excess, and when it comes to you, there’s no such thing as too much.

girlfriend or wife, high school or forever, spoiling you was always part of the plan.

rin itoshi, even as a fully grown man, was still… rin itoshi.

he might’ve been a world class athlete now, a stoic genius on the field, cold and composed in interviews, but at home? at your home?

he was still that emotionally constipated, socially awkward, emo haired boy who never knew what to do with his hands.

he sat stiffly at your parents dinner table, trying not to breathe too loud, trying not to make eye contact with your dad, silently praying the chair would collapse and swallow him whole.

you, sitting beside him, casually spooning mashed potatoes onto your plate, looked as chill as ever. like you weren’t dining with two parents who were grilling your boyfriend with every polite smile and every “so, rin, what are your intentions?”

you kicked his ankle under the table.

“sit up straight.” you whispered.

he was slouching like he wanted to vanish into his hoodie. and the worst part? he wasn’t even wearing a hoodie. he was wearing a button up shirt, with sleeves, rolled up.

also, you had brushed his bangs behind his ear before dinner and told him he looked cute like that so now his emo fringe shield was gone and he had to make full eye contact with your mom while she passed him the salad bowl.

“thanks.” he mumbled, voice barely audible.

your mom blinked. “sorry, sweetheart?”

you leaned in. “he said thanks.”

rin looked like he was about to throw up from how clenched his jaw was. then, as the cherry on top, your dad broke the very uncomfortable silence and said, “you know, itoshi, she’s quite a handful. you sure you can handle her?”

and rin, already clinging to life by a thread, nodded stiffly and raised a glass of water to his lips.

you patted his back with the most innocent expression in the world. “oh come on, rin. don’t act like you don’t worship the ground i walk on.”

he glared at you. cheeks pink. ears red. small frown.

still the same awkward, emotionally stunted guy from his blue lock days.

but your fingers brushed his under the table, and you smiled at him softly. and maybe, maybe, he could handle dinner with your parents after all.

as long as you didn’t make him talk too much.

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Tbh, I cringe a lot every time I read my own work like there is NO away my ass wrote that

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this one doesn’t rlly involve a reader but i’d love to see blue lock boys react to what their irl fandom has to say abt them like from thirst comments to shit like “fraudtoshi rin” “plotsagi” “goatsagi” or idfk like “does ness hold it for kaiser when he pisses bc he can’t aim?” you can pick the characters, tho i feel like isagi, rin and kaiser are easier to do bc of how many comments there are about them

thank you for taking the time to read this random ass hc idea i love ur account🥀🥀💔💔

“𝐫𝐞𝐟, 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 🥀”

a/n: i loved this one so much, the blue lock fandom truly is the best 😭😭😭

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

isagi yoichi

isagi's the type to search his name on twitter. daily. you think he's just analyzing plays but no, he's reading threads like: "isagi plays soccer like he's plotting a murder and we're just watching the body count rise." "plotsagi got that rizz. man manipulating the ball and my feelings." 

he scrolls in silence for a good 10 minutes. then asks himself, “do i really look like i monologue in my head before i pass?” 

but then he finds one that says “if isagi had a fanfic it’d be tagged ‘obsession’ ‘manipulative behavior’ ‘this is not a love story’” and he goes, “okay, but they’re not wrong.” 

thirst tweets? he reads one that says, “i would let isagi use me like he uses spatial awareness” and drops his phone (that was tweeted by kxsagi). 

refuses to look anyone in the eye for a full 12 minutes. 

itoshi rin

the absolute worst person to find his fandom discourse. 

at first it’s fine, he sees “itoshi rin owns me” and “he could spit on me and i’d bark” and thinks you’re all mentally unstable (he’s right). 

but then. then. he hits a comment that says: “fraudtoshi rin only shows up when sae breathes near him. man folds faster than my GPA.” 

he stops breathing. who said that. he’s scrolling like he’s trying to find the IP address. 

goes into a full-on rant like, “i literally scored more goals in the NEL than– you know what, never mind. i don’t care. i don’t. i don’t even read comments.” (he absolutely reads the comments.) 

the worst part is he sees people arguing over who the hotter itoshi is. someone said “sae is sexy. rin is just cold and tall.” this man is FUMING. “i am not just tall.” 

kaiser michael

he lives for this. googles himself once a week. you can catch him reading a post that says: “kaiser looks like he’d insult you in german during sex and then ghost you after stealing your charger.” 

he chuckles and goes, “hm. they get me.” 

there’s another tweet: “kaiser plays football like the main villain in a sports anime and i’d still let him ruin my life.” 

he saves it. makes it his wallpaper. “they get it.” 

but then he sees one that says: “does ness hold it for kaiser when he pisses because he can’t aim?” 

that man screeches. pure betrayal. “WHAT? why would they say that? why would they say i can’t AIM? i am the best striker in blue lock! in the world!” 

he turns to ness like, “tell them it’s not true. say it.” 

ness alexis

he sees the comment about him holding it for kaiser and his face goes red. “i don’t do that!! i– i– kaiser can aim just fine!! i mean– i’ve never– WHY IS THAT A QUESTION!?” 

his favorite tweet is actually: “ness is like a clingy poodle with abandonment issues and i want to pat his head and tell him it’s okay.” 

he reads it twice and mutters, “i don’t have issues...” 

but then sees someone say “ness is just the manager who got promoted to player because kaiser needed a fanboy on-field” and he looks heartbroken for the entire week. 

mikage reo

he’s lowkey offended that people don’t thirst over him enough. 

“why does everyone simp for nagi? i have the body of a greek god and a bank account that would fund a small nation. where’s my edit with lana del rey playing in the back?” 

he finds a comment that says: “reo has rich twink energy and i respect that.” 

he reads it out loud and then mutters, “... what does that mean.” 

nagi seishiro

only finds out about the fandom when reo shows him. doesn’t care until he sees a tweet that says: “nagi looks like he’d sleep through a nuclear war, but wake up if you open a bag of chips.” 

he stares blankly and goes, “they’re right though.” 

reo shows him another that says “nagi looks like he gives the worst hugs. like hugging a fridge.” 

“do i?” he asks, genuinely confused. “maybe it’s just all the muscle i’ve packed on.” 

shidou ryusei

he’s already in the comments. like. not just reading them. replying. 

thirst tweets? he's in there with a “bet 😘” and a selfie of his abs. 

reads a tweet that says: “shidou plays like a demon possessed his body mid-match and now it’s just him vs god.” 

he likes it. reposts it with “and i’m winning.” 

but then he sees someone tweet: “if shidou had a tumblr, it would be just gifs of himself and ‘do u guys think teeth are sexy’ polls.” 

he grins, full teeth. “yo wait. that’s genius.” 

there’s another one that says “shidou would call you ‘mommy’ during sex just to see your reaction” and he cackles. 

“nah, i already have. she cried. it was awesome.” 

but the real chaos? he finds a post that reads: “shidou is what happens when red bull sponsors a felony.” 

he screenshots it. makes it his lock screen. 

itoshi sae

did not ask to see the fandom discourse. but a teammate showed him anyway. huge mistake. he stares blankly at the phone like: “what the hell is a ‘dilf agenda’ and why am i on it?” 

he sees another one that says: “sae looks like he’d ruin your life and then act like you were the problem.” 

he hums. “that’s just facts.” 

another says: “sae is hot, but i just know he’d leave you on read for 3-5 business days with no explanation and still expect you to be in love with him.” 

he glances over, shrugs. but then. then. he reads: “sae is just rin with prettier hair and daddy issues.” 

his entire soul leaves his body. “excuse me?” 

turns to his teammate like, “do i… do i look like i have daddy issues?” his teammate blinks. he’s already reevaluating his childhood in real time. 

worst of all, he finds a photo of himself mid-match with the caption: “sae itoshi could run me over with his lamborghini and i’d say thank you.” 

and now he won’t shut up. “you think i should get a lambo? it’d match my aura.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

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slursagi (isagi hehe) x reader who’s the itoshi siblings’ younger sister, and she’s been dating isagi for a couple of months now and he’s always sneaking over at their house, but one day he gets caught by rin, who then calls sae over and isagi and reader try to come up with an excuse why he’s here but rin and sae don’t believe them, so they have to spill the beans :x

genre: fluff and crack? 👻

bro.. the req i got right after this was isagi sister x rin. FATE (thank you for the request!)

but he’s ugly!

isagi yoichi x itoshi sister!reader. fluff, crack

you felt isagi’s finger twitch anxiously beneath your hand and offered him a soft smile. “you don’t have to be so nervous. no one’s gonna catch us.”

“that’s what people say right before they get caught,” isagi grumbled, slipping his hand from beneath yours to knock on your wooden bedside table. “plus, you jinxed it.”

smiling, you reached forward to take his fist between your hands and pulled him back down to you. isagi’s ears were so red that the color seeped into his cheeks. you gently stroked a thumb across the colorful skin and. “would that be the worst thing in the world?”

apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. isagi’s head dipped defeatedly into the crook of your neck as he groaned. “yeah. not only is one of your brothers my literal rival in life, self-proclaimed, by the way. cause he hates me. but your other is a legend who is expecting a lot from me. if he finds out i’m in a relationship with his little sister, there will be no more isagi yoichi.”

your smile dipped, just slightly, and you helped push isagi back into a sitting position so you could face him properly.

“fine,” you sighed. “one day, we have to tell them. i want to be with the person i love without having to sneak around. but… i guess that day doesn’t have to be today.”

again, that was the wrong thing to say, but for another reason entirely. isagi’s face split with his grin as he leaned forward to kiss you heavily on the lips. “thank you, thank you,” he breathed between kisses, fingers twining around strands of your hair.

there was a ledge outside of your screen-less bedroom window, which was how your boyfriend got in and out when it was too risky for him to use the door. you were saying goodnight, pulling him in for one last kiss, when your bedroom door swung open.

“hey, y/n, how expired can toothpaste be—“ your brother looked up from the toothpaste tube in his hand, unprepared for the sight before him.

isagi paled. rin turned red. you threw your hands up like it’d do something, and while you wanted to explain that you were in love with isagi and ask your brother not to kill him, what came out of your mouth was, “don’t tell sae!”

too late. rin’s phone was already in his hand. “sae!” he screamed into the device as you lunged for it. “i just caught our sister sucking face with isagi! yes, the soccer one!”

he paused, listening to what your eldest brother had to say before holding the phone past you and toward your boyfriend. “he wants to talk to you,” rin scowled, venom seeping into his voice.

you tried to snatch the phone away, but rin threw it high enough that you couldn’t reach. it fell into isagi’s hands, and he shakily rose the device to his ear. “hello?”

“rin, you jerk!” you charged toward your brother, who darted from the room like the devil was on his heels. hell, with the steam coming from your ears, you felt like that was a pretty accurate description of yourself. halting in the doorway, you turned to face isagi instead of chasing after rin.

he stood, awkwardly shifting his weight between his feet, eyes rounded and uncomfortable. “yes, sir,” he repeated a few times into the phone at whatever sae was telling him. after the fourth “sir,” you marched over and snatched the phone out of your boyfriend’s hand.

“stop scaring him!” you scolded.

“oh, hello, sister,” sae greeted, his eerie calmness leaving you stammering for a reply.

“i… hi? what did you tell isagi?”

sae paused, hummed, then asked, “could you bring rin back in here and put me on speaker?”

oh god, you thought immediately. they’re gonna scare my boyfriend off. you nodded against the phone before remembering your brother couldn’t see you and yelled to rin that sae wanted him. rin materialized beside you, hovering over your shoulder like some sort of gossip-eating monster.

you clicked the speaker button and subtly slipped your hand into isagi’s.

“here’s the deal,” sae announced. “y/n, you like this boy?”

“yes,” you replied without an ounce of hesitation and shot a sweet smile at your boyfriend.

sae went on. “he’s talented. got a good future ahead of him… i approve.”

rin snatched the phone out of your hand as you buried yourself into isagi’s side. “but he’s ugly!” rin cried. you punched him in the arm and let out a loud, mocking laugh when he cried rather femininely.

“i agree, she could have picked someone with stronger physical appeal, but there’s worse out there.”

“my boyfriend is adorable, shut your faces!”

ignoring you and rin (who was blabbering about rivals and betrayal), sae continued with, “however,” and you both quieted yourselves to listen. “isagi. if you break her heart, my brother and i will hurt you in ways you could not begin to fathom.”

isagi gulped beside you and gave your hand a squeeze. “i don’t plan on it, sir.”

“and stop calling me sir, it’s weird.”

“yes s—sae.”