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saeamy · 3 days ago

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IT'S NOT FINE

itoshi rin x reader

summary ۫ ꣑ৎ rin remembers you again, and you never stopped watching content: happy ending, a little angst pt 2 to this fic wc: 1.6k a/n: pt 2 to my rin fic, hope you enjoy it :) also i'm really slow with writing so i apologise for that! and i'm sorry if this is buns xx also i m bad at titles...

you don’t know why you never blocked his name the way he did with your number. you could never move on from something you also never had.

you and rin never put a name on your relationship. more than friends, it was clear, but never dating. together, a couple. in reality, you didn’t care what you were to rin, as long as you were with him it was enough.

but deep down you yearned to be his special someone. someone he could turn to whenever things got too much. which you were to a certain extent. you managed to somehow slink past the walls rin meticulously built, which only hardened after sae left, after he left their dream behind.

it’s been almost 2 years. you’ve tried letting go of that fruitless hope that rin will come back to you. yet every time your phone pinged with a message, a tiny flicker inside you hoped it would be rin and it would always be quickly deflated every time it wasn’t.

it was also time for the world cup again soon. you were sure the former blue lock team was training and preparing, to bring japan to complete victory this time. and this time they will bring the cup. as a matter of fact, japan was the host country this year.

you were debating whether you should go or not. you haven’t been to a game since… since you saw japan lose. and you haven’t seen rin since his departure to spain. and going to a game means undoubtedly seeing itoshi rin as there was no question he was going to be playing for japan again.

maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go to a game..? i mean, it’s not like rin will notice you or anything. he used to, but before isn’t now. you let out a sigh as you arrive to the beach.

well, tickets to world cup would be crazy expensive right now and they’re probably out of stock already.

you were right obviously. tickets were insanely priced. you’d have to sell your soul and 2 others to get shitty seats. it’s fine however, you have a perfectly working television!

you’ll do the same thing every regular household does. snacks, some drinks, the ac on full blast and your feet tucked under the blanket on the couch.

the lights were dimmed, bucket of microwave popcorn that was half burnt, and in true football fashion, a cold beer. the game was being broadcast live. the countries were all giving their 110%, it was tense from the very first match.

of course (and thankfully) japan had made it past the preliminary rounds, and were playing in the quarterfinals as of now. and they were tearing the field apart.

there was no question they’ll win this game too. they were destroying everything in their field of vision, especially rin… a goal. and then another. then another one scored by isagi. not even a minute left on the clock. japan had qualified for the semifinals.

your parents insisted you come over to see the semifinals at their house instead of at your dorm. how you’re friends with rin and how you shouldn’t watch this important game all alone! of course they don’t know what happened between you two. all they know is that rin went to play in spain with sae.

they think you still talk to him, still his friend. your mum used to ask you why you aren’t dating yet, still sometime does. “you’re both mature, you can handle long distance.” you never said anything in return.

the semis. everyone was already on the edge of their seat at the previous games. now you could hear everyone’s jaw clenching, fists white knuckled on the couch. japan will make it and win this year.

the last u20 world cup was the closest they’d gotten. the finals. this year japan will be victorious. the country was certain.

a couple beers and some party snacks lay open on the coffee table, your family sitting down watching the game in earnest. the game progresses, giving it their all as per usual, egos completely taking over.

a goal by isagi yoichi. a goal from the opposing team. they were constantly neck to neck. barou scores. 5 minutes left. 2-2.

and rin itoshi appears like some sort of saviour and scores the final goal. you think the tv almost vibrates off the little table from the sheer volume of the cheers and screams. your dad and his friend standing up yelling.

the u20 japan have once more made it to the finals.

these grocery bags were heavy, but your fridge was due for a restock. especially for the finals. you needed something to munch on for the 90 minutes. the 90 minutes that’ll have you on the verge of shitting yourself.

hmm…what’s that? there was something in your mailbox. a thick envelope. you grab it and toss it in the bag. you kick the door open, closing it behind you as you slam the bags on the table.

probably some bill or junk, you think. you tear it open and your jaw locks in place. a ticket. a ticket to the cup finals. was this real?

…yep. it was. you’ve been enough to rin’s games to know the differences between a fake and a real. a vip ticket too, with a typed note. ‘we’re gonna win this time. be there.’

no return address, no potential handwriting you can recognise. well, you weren’t gonna turn down free tickets now were you?

it was the first time you were seeing rin again. not close up, but close enough. a tiny thought in the corner of your brain wondered whether he would notice you. you shut it down quick.

you were jittery, as if you were playing on that field. you had the best view in house, seeing everything that went down on the field. your hand was trying hard not to crush your drink from the sheer nerves.

the game started.

your mind was jet focused on rin. you have no clue who scored the goals, no idea who had the ball unless it was in rin’s possession. you didn’t even notice the 90 minutes had almost gone by. they were tied you think. you glanced at the score. yeah, tied 1-1.

rin had the ball again. his eyes quickly dart around, and you swear they landed on you, just for a second. and the ball was kicked hard.

and your eyes didn’t leave rin for one second. not even when he scored the winning goal. it’s like the world was frozen around you, your vision was a tunnel and rin was at the end of it.

you barely cared nor noticed that japan had won the u20 world cup, because all you could think and focus on was rin.

you left. your eyes were all blurry, tears clouding your vision. you wanted to keep it together. but it was hard seeing him, even if you hadn’t even talked, even if he probably didn’t even see you.

you were outside the stadium when you felt a tug on your upper arm, gasping as you pull back. “what the fu- rin?”

rin itoshi was standing in front of you. hair soaking wet, jacket not even zipped properly. he didn’t say anything. not until you were ready to force yourself to turn away.

“i’m sorry.”

the words caused you to stop in your tracks. they were the first words he had said to you in 2 years. your mouth opened and closed comically before you burst into sobs.

rin froze, unsure of what to do. “i… i shouldn’t have… i was an asshole.” “fuck you rin itoshi.” you couldn’t even look at him. would he see just how much you missed and wanted him from the way your figure shook?

“you leave to spain with a day’s notice and block me. never contacting me for 2 years. and i should have forgotten about you but i couldn’t rin so fuck you! i should hate you but…” your words trail into more helpless sobs.

“you’re right. you should hate me. but please don’t. i want to make it right. i’m sorry, i was stupid.” rin missed you. truly he did. but he knew what he did was shitty anyways. he should have talked to you earlier. but he waited 2 years instead. 2 years that he could have spent talking to you but were wasted due to his own ego.

“i’m really glad you came.” he pulls you into an awkward hug, and you don’t pull back. instead you sob into his jacket, clutching the fabric again. “if i say i love you, will you leave me again…?”

rin’s hands held you slightly tighter. “no. i won’t leave. not without telling you, at least. and talking to you everyday…”

“that’s fine. i’m fine with that. congrats on the world cup rin. and thanks for the tickets.”

”… what tickets?” “the vips… you sent a note saying you’ll win?” “i didn’t send anything.”

oh. you had assumed that rin had sent you those tickets this moment. maybe it was him thinking that he’ll get to see you in some grand gesture or something. oh well, whatever. that didn’t matter right now.

“i’m gonna go pick up my stuff really quick. wait for me ok?” then he presses his face to your hair. what he says isn’t meant to be heard, but you do anyway. “i… i love you.”

you try to keep your face neutral, but the smile that is threatening to split your face makes it hard to do so. “okay. i’ll see you later. congrats again rin!”

inside the stadium, rin picks up everything up, ready to head out. there was a different aura to him. the kind of energy not like the one he had after winning the world cup. but different. better almost.

“you’re welcome rin.” isagi says on the way out, teasingly, almost like he knows something that rin doesn’t.

rin raises a brow “what fo- oh.” but isagi was already out, leaving rin alone.

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saeamy · 4 days ago

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i love girls dads they truly make the world a better place

a/n: Hihii!! I read some girl dad bluelock boys fics and I'm obsessed now... so I tried writing one myself, enjoy reading !!!

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Girldad!BLLK boys who are protective over their daughter

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Isagi Yoichi

“in which... isagi’s daughter brings a boy over, and isagi smiles politely but goes full overthinker mode, analyzing every word the boy says like it’s game film.”

♡ Isagi is the chill dad most of the time. He’s patient, gentle, and literally melts for his daughter. He’ll let her paint his nails, put hair clips in his hair, and even play house when she tells him to. He’s the ultimate "girl dad."

♡ But the moment she brings home a boy—like a classmate, just an innocent little friend—Isagi’s "protective father" switch activates instantly.

♡ He suddenly stands taller, voice drops a little deeper, and he gives the poor boy the sharpest tactical analysis stare (the same one he gives defenders on the pitch).

♡ Daughter: “Papa, this is Kenji! He’s my friend from school.”

♡ Isagi: narrowing his eyes like he’s analyzing every possible play on the field “...Your friend, huh?”

♡ He’ll shake the boy’s hand way too seriously, testing his grip like this kid’s trying to get drafted into Blue Lock. “So, Kenji… what do you like? What’s your… goal in life?”

♡ Meanwhile his daughter’s tugging on his sleeve like: “Papa, stop being scary, you’re embarrassing me!!”

♡ The boy could just say “I like soccer” and Isagi would immediately be like:

♡ “Soccer? Oh really. You know, I play a little myself.” (And then drops the World Cup champion bomb casually.)

♡ “Want to play a quick match outside?” (Translation: “let’s see if you’re worthy of being around my daughter.”)

♡ He absolutely hovers the whole time they hang out in the living room. Pretends to read a newspaper or scroll his phone, but he’s got his eyes locked on the boy.

♡ If the boy compliments his daughter? Ohhh, instant death glare.

- Boy: “Your hair is pretty.”

- Isagi: already planning 10 different defensive strategies against this child

♡ But the second his daughter looks sad or annoyed, he softens instantly, rubbing her head, giving her snacks, making sure she’s happy. The boy sees this and realizes: “Ah. This man would end me if I make her cry.”

♡ Later that night, Isagi dramatically sighs to his partner (ahem.. you.. ahem): “She’s growing up too fast… next time it’ll be a boyfriend, and then… and then she’ll get married and forget about me…” 😭

♡ He secretly prays she’ll stay his little girl forever, because protective papa Isagi can only handle so much.

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Itoshi Sae

“in which... sae’s daughter brings a boy over, and sae watches him like a hawk, cold and calculating, silently daring him to breathe wrong.”

♡ Sae is usually the calmest, most composed person alive—but the second his daughter says “Papa, my friend is coming over!” and it turns out to be a boy, his eyes narrow immediately.

♡ He doesn’t say much at first, just sits on the couch with his arms crossed, analyzing this kid like he’s scouting an opponent on the field. Silent. Deadly. The boy is already sweating.

♡ His daughter: “Papa, he’s just my friend.” Sae, stone cold: “We’ll see about that.”

♡ When the boy enters, Sae greets him with the most uninterested but intimidating tone ever: “...Hm. You play soccer?” (he doesn’t care about the answer, he just wants to put pressure on him).

♡ If the boy answers yes → Sae immediately tests him with the harshest soccer talk: “What position? Show me your footwork later.”

♡ If the boy answers no → Sae scoffs and mutters “Pathetic.” (poor boy who only wanted to play with sae's daughter...)

♡ The boy tries to talk to Sae’s daughter, but Sae just lingers in the background like a bodyguard. He’ll “coincidentally” walk through the room 20 times, always giving the kid side-eyes.

♡ His daughter scolds him: “Papa, stop scaring him!” Sae: “If he’s scared, he shouldn’t be here.”

♡ Secretly, though, he is dying inside because his little girl is growing up, and Sae doesn’t like the idea of anyone taking her attention away from him.

♡ If the boy so much as laughs too loudly with his daughter, Sae clears his throat so loudly it feels like thunder.

♡ And if the boy dares to compliment her looks? Sae is already looking up soccer training camps overseas for him: “Spain would suit you. Don’t you think?”

♡ When the boy finally leaves, his daughter glares at him: “Papa, you ruined it.” Sae (shrugs, deadpan): “Good.”

♡ Later that night, though, he’ll bring his daughter snacks, tuck her in, and quietly admit: “You know I just want you safe… right?”

He’s not good with words, but his protectiveness is all out of love.

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Itoshi Rin

“in which... rin’s daughter brings a boy over, and rin interrogates him like he’s on trial, then sulks in the corner when she calls him “embarrassing.””

♡ Rin doesn’t say much when his daughter comes home and casually announces, “Dad, this is my friend. He’s a boy.”

♡ His brain: ‼️red alert red alert red alert 🚨

♡ His mouth: “…hm.” (deadpan, dry tone, absolutely terrifying).

♡ He doesn’t even look at the boy at first, just at his daughter like: what is this?? explain??

♡ The poor boy is sweating bullets because Rin’s aura is so cold and sharp, it feels like he’s facing a final boss.

♡ Rin just stares… silently… for way too long. (He totally does it on purpose).

♡ Finally, he goes: “…where are you from? What do your parents do? What do you want to do in the future?” It’s basically an interrogation.

♡ His daughter is like “Dad STOP 🥀💔” but Rin’s just “I’m not stopping until I know if this kid is useless or not.”

♡ If the boy stutters even a little, Rin raises a brow like pathetic.

♡ He watches every movement the boy makes—if he stands too close to his daughter, Rin clears his throat in the most passive-aggressive way possible.

♡ He’s secretly a huge softie, though. After the boy leaves, he sits on the couch sulking and mumbling to himself like: “Tch. She’s still my little girl.”

♡ His daughter teases him and Rin snaps back with “Shut up. You’re not bringing that brat over again.” (but he allows it… reluctantly).

♡ If the boy proves himself to be polite and respectful, Rin won’t admit it out loud, but he’ll begrudgingly tolerate him.

♡ Though deep down, he’s already plotting ways to scare him off if necessary.

♡ Girl dad Rin = silent death glare + overprotective softie when no one’s looking.

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Shidou Ryusei

“in which... shidou’s daughter brings a boy over, and shidou welcomes him with a grin that’s just a little too sharp, already planning how to scare him off later.”

♡The second his daughter says “Papa, I’m bringing a friend over!” he’s like “Bet, can’t wait to meet her.”

♡ Then the door opens and it’s a BOY. Shidou’s brain short circuits.

♡ “...The fuck you mean your friend’s got a dick?” (he said this inside his head dw... no bad influence towards kids...)

♡ He instantly drapes an arm around his daughter’s shoulders like “Yup, that’s my princess. Don’t even look at her too long, Romeo.”

♡ The poor boy tries to introduce himself and Shidou’s already circling him like a predator, sniffing him out.

♡ “What’s your name again? Nah, doesn’t matter, you’re just ‘future dead body’ to me.”.

♡ He does not leave them alone. He sits between them on the couch, hogs the popcorn, and makes unnecessary comments:

- “You like movies, kid? My daughter likes not you.”

- “You play soccer? Cool, I play ‘kick dumbasses out of my house.’”

♡ Shidou’s daughter gets so embarrassed because he keeps being over the top.

- “Papa, please stop scaring him.”

- “What? I’m just being friendly, angel~.”

♡ Secretly? He’s watching everything like a hawk. If the boy so much as sits too close, Shidou’s like: “HEY—SPACE, MOTHER—(redacted). THAT’S MY BABY GIRL.”

♡ But if the boy proves himself (like carrying her stuff, being polite, etc.), Shidou will reluctantly let him stay.

♡ Still throws in threats like: “If you ever make her cry, I’ll bury you six feet under with a smile, got it?”

♡ After the boy leaves, he ruffles his daughter’s hair and goes:

♡ “Tch. None of these little cockroaches are ever good enough for my princess.”

♡ But you know he’ll do the exact same routine every single time.

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Bachira Meguru

“in which... bachira’s daughter brings a boy over, and bachira greets him all sunshine, but later corners him with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.”

♡ His daughter tells him she’s bringing a friend over. He immediately goes:

♡ “Ooooh, a boy friend? Or a boyfriend?”

and she groans so loud.

♡ When the boy finally arrives, Bachira’s already waiting by the door… in the creepiest way possible. Big smile, wide eyes, hands behind his back like a cartoon villain.

♡ He just stares at the poor boy for a solid 10 seconds before grinning and going:

♡ “So you’re the little bug crawling into my daughter’s life, huh?”

♡ Calls him weird nicknames right away: “pipsqueak, bug, worm, tiny legs, caterpillar”—anything that makes the boy uncomfortable.

♡ Pretends he’s casual but actually follows them everywhere. If they sit in the living room, he “happens” to also be watching TV there. If they go to the kitchen, he’s already there with snacks. If they go to her room—absolutely not. He’s standing at the door like a watchdog.

♡ At one point, he leans in real close to the boy and whispers:

♡ “You know, when I was your age, I was already breaking ankles on the field and I have a best friend that's a monster !!!! what can you do?”

INTIMIDATION LEVEL: CHAOTIC...........

♡ But if the boy is nice and polite, Bachira weirdly softens up. Starts asking him random questions like:

♡ “Do you like bugs? Dolphins? Wanna see my old soccer highlights?”

♡ His daughter eventually yells at him to stop being embarrassing, but Bachira just laughs and goes:

♡ “He has to know the rules if he wants to hang out with my sunshine bee!”

♡ Deep down, though, he’s proud and a little emotional that his daughter is growing up — but you’d never know, since he covers it up with teasing and creep-smiles.

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THANK YOU SM FOR READING & HAVE A NICE DAYY 🌹🫶

#ams’ talks ۫ ꣑ৎ #blue lock #yep aika dropping another banger act surprised

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saeamy · 4 days ago

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I LOVE SAEA GUYS i m literally his no1 fan 😭😭😭🩷🩷

ANGEL SAE :3

guys idk if u kno this but i like. really like sae itoshi from hit animanga blue lock

#ams’ talks ۫ ꣑ৎ #i love sae my beloved ohhh i ll move oceans for you

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saeamy · 14 days ago

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WAIY WAIT IM SO LATE BUT CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWS AMYYY YYAAYAYATATATYYYYYYYY 😈😈😈😻😻😻😻🌹🌹🌹🌹‼️‼️‼️ok now pls continue the sae vamp fic or not I'll cut sae's choppy bangs shorter (jk ily)

THANK YOUUU AIKAAA KWAH 😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹🩷 i ll go back to writing i ve just been busy (getting my ass fucked diabolically by work) so i will get back to writing soon!!

#ams’ talks ۫ ꣑ৎ #blue lock

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saeamy · 18 days ago

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PLEASEEEE part 2 of that one rin post ill DIE without a happy ending

HELP I MIGHT write it bc i think you re the 3rd or 4th person to ask 🥹 eushah but it makes me so happy you want more 😭🙏🏼

#ams’ talks ۫ ꣑ৎ #blue lock

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saeamy · 19 days ago

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guys this is lowkey embarrassing but i only know how to (relatively) write sae and rin only like … i love them sm that i try my best to get their characters as accurate as i can. the rest however… its like they dont exist 💔 i can write for isagi mayhaps though 🤔

#ams’ talks ۫ ꣑ৎ #blue lock #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi sae x reader

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saeamy · 19 days ago

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pt 2 of its fine where theres a happy ending 🙏🙏🙏🙏 im literally crying rn

you re the second person who’s asked me so i m definitely considering 😭🙏🏼but i m glad it made you cry (in the nicest way possible xx) it means i lowkey managed to kinda write angst 😭

#ams’ talks ۫ ꣑ৎ #rin itoshi angst #i might write a part 2 after i finish that damned sae fic

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saeamy · 20 days ago

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a-a-another sae fic idea..? I-i-i need to read it.. pls post the vamp fic and your new idea at the same time pls... I'm begging you... 💔🥲 I hope it gets continued and doesn't get forgotten 🥰

I LL WRITE it just for you… ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

#ams’ talks ۫ ꣑ৎ #sae itoshi ۫ ꣑ৎ

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saeamy · 20 days ago

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IT'S FINE

itoshi rin x reader

summary ۫ ꣑ৎ you were always watching rin, even when he forgot you content: fluff to angst, probably ooc rin ! wc: 1274 a/n: another rin fic, i tried a bit of a different style but i m not a big fan of this! :') first time writing angst too... enjoy! also ty all sm for 100 followers <333

you were both sitting at the teahouse eating the last of the ochazuke. he had shown you a letter.

“blue lock… is this legit?”

“mhm. some sort of training programme.”

you read through the letter. rin was one of 300 players chosen from across japan. “rin, this is so cool! from the entirety of japan! how long will you be gone?”

“no clue, nothing’s been mentioned in the letter.”

rin pushes his bowl away and takes his wallet out to pay. you don’t really bother arguing with bills anymore, he always insists on paying for you and if you manage to pay, he just hides the money back in your bag.

who knows how long rin will be gone. couldn’t be that long right? after all, rin will get to chase his dreams. it will be just fine!

you didn’t see for rin for almost 2 months. only after the u20 game did you finally see him for the first time. and it was hard. there was no doubt about it, he played extraordinarily, the MVP.

but seeing him like that after the game looking dejected, crushed something inside you. he didn’t speak much after that during your 2 week break.

he didn’t completely shut you out either. it was obvious it was something to do with sae, but you didn’t press. not unless he wanted to speak about it.

2 weeks and he’ll be gone again, back to blue lock. he was currently number 1. his goals were getting closer, tangible. despite everything you still stayed.

when he cried silent tears one night before leaving. none of you mentioned that he was crying. rin just layed his head against your shoulder and let them fall while you gently stroked his hair.

rin was leaving again. possibly more months of radio silence. but it was fine!

240 million yen. 240 million yen. from re al. the club sae itoshi was in. you didn’t even know how to react until you finally got up from the couch and cheered in front of your TV, as if rin could hear or see you.

the neo egoist league had officially finished. itoshi rin had tied in first place with isagi yoichi at a bid of 240,000,000¥ and an offer from re al.

you quickly scrambled to find your phone spamming him with congratulatory texts you know he won’t see till later, but it was fine!

there was a parade for the blue lock 23, to celebrate those who will move forward and represent japan in the upcoming u-20 world cup. you rushed to try and get a position up front to catch a glimpse of rin. and as faith had it, he saw you waving from the top of the bus and his eyes widened a bit.

he wasn’t one for big gestures, so even getting a little raise of the hand was already getting a lot. but you didn’t mind it one bit. it was just how rin was. it was totally fine!

“i’m going away for 2 weeks.”

“again? you just got back from the NEL. does that ego guy ever give you a break?”

“it’s some sort of personal training. the world cup is in 44 days, so we can’t afford to lose any time.”

you sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. “i understand. i guess i should consider myself lucky i’ve seen you at least a couple times these last few months huh?”

rin says nothing for a few moments, unmoving. he doesn’t want to accidentally move you. “or maybe you’re just really unlucky. you’re stuck with me.”

“i would never consider anything to do with you unlucky, rin.”

that quiets him very quickly. you don’t get to see rin much anymore. the past months he’d been really busy with blue lock. but it’s fine!

those 2 weeks pass instantly. 30 days left till the world cup. rin’s waiting by your door waiting for you to finish up.

“rin! you’re back! how much time before you leave?”

“like an hour.”

“then let’s go to the beach really quickly. i won’t be seeing you for a while again now…”

rin nods and both of you start making your way to the shore. “you won’t be coming to any of the matches?”

you’re taken a bit aback by his question. you didn’t really expect him to want you to be there. you definitely wish you could come. “i can’t really come to all your matches, rin. don’t get me wrong, i’d love to! but i’m not like you, i don’t really have a future set in stone… gotta go to school!”

you chuckle a bit but he doesn’t laugh. “you’ll be watching though right?”

the both of you stop walking. “i’ll always be watching you rin.”

you weren’t on the same level as rin. you weren’t nationally known. you had to study, had other priorities as much as you disliked them. but you would always make time for rin.

rin was going to the u20 world cup. against some of the biggest powerhouses of football in the world. and you were sure that when he gets older, he’ll be playing in the world cup. and you liked that. rin was going above and beyond for his goals. and you were happy for him. this was fine!

you did get to see rin at the finals. japan had actually made it to the finals. you were so confident. they had to take the cup, had to bring glory to football in japan where many others had given up.

rin had already scored a goal. of course he had. who would have if not rin itoshi? blue lock and japan’s number 1?

the final match was between portugal, an undoubtedly good team. the game was equalised, it was anyone’s win. 5 minutes left on the clock. was it really going to come down to penalties?

you let out a breath. it’s going to be ok. it’s going to be just fine.

it wasn’t fine. the portugese team scored more in the penalties. you didn’t even hear the cries and cheers of the crowd. portugal had won the u20 world cup and japan despite everything, lost. 2nd place wasn’t good enough. they had to win. but they didn’t.

rin didn’t talk to you after the game. didn’t reply to any of your texts. he was disappointed they lost, he lost. he was upset and that was fine.

“i’m going to spain.” “oh rin, that’s great! when are you leaving? we’ll have time to go to the beach and-“

“i’m leaving tomorrow.” “oh…so suddenly? guess they really want you at re al.”

“no. i’m just leaving early.” short and curt. you don’t want to admit it but his words did cut a bit deep in your heart.

but who were you to dictate what he does? rin was ambitious, nothing was going to stop him.

“do you want to… go to the beach?” “… i should go home and pack.”

“want me to help?” “it’s fine. you should go.”

“ok… bye rin.” no words. just a small nod of his head. this was fine? right?

realistically, the only way you knew rin was alive was from the many headlines and articles about him in japan. everytime you see him on posters, ads, blogs, your heart lurches a bit in your throat.

your texts are barely answered. short replies. until there was nothing at all. it was fine.

a few months later, after radio silence, you try again.

hey rin. hope you’re doing alright.. i’ve been watching you like always, ok?

the message didn’t go through.

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girlie... amy........ S-s-sae fic where.... I just had a dream about it again it's like the 2nd or 3rd time (AND THIS TIME SAE WAS SO OUT OF CHARACTER HELP idk what's wrong with my brain).. 💔💔 i miss your works 🌹 jk take your time girlie🌹

sniff sniff… its being written… sniff …. i havent touched it since like … a few days…

#ams’ talks ۫ ꣑ৎ #sorry… will work on it… maybe… but i have anoyher sae fic idea…

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DATE CRASHERS

rin itoshi x fem!reader

summary ۫ ꣑ৎ you and rin are on your first date. but you’re not alone. content: fluff!! wc: 1.3k a/n: i lowkey kinda dislike it... again i m open to any advice, probably ooc and sorry it took me like weeks to post mid... also here you go @kuronarnze i finally posted... not sae but wtvr xx

rin’s ears are red from the sun. that’s definitely the reason why. not because in the last 6 minutes and a half, you’ve brushed your hand against his approximately around 5 times. no, that’s not the case at all.

it was your and rin’s first official date together as boyfriend and girlfriend. you’ve known each other for a while, yet only started dating after a rushed confession from rin in front of your doorstep after walking you home.

of course, his dumbass teammates found out. bachira was nosy, wondering what could have been keeping the rin itoshi so engrossed on his phone that wasn’t football. when he took a peek at rin’s phone, he saw glimpses of ‘date’ and a cute contact name in place. well, as cute as it can get when it came to rin.

and to rin’s dismay bachira is yelling it across the locker room. everyone was quick to circle him, bombarding him with questions.

“rin could actually bag a date?” “i thought he repelled girls with that personality” “he does get lots of valentines chocolates…” “where are you taking her rin?”

ahh. that last question had caught him off guard. he honestly wasn’t sure. what if you got bored? what if you realise that he’s actually not the guy for you and leave him mid-date for some other lukewarm loser?

at rin’s silence, the ruckus starts one more. “you don’t even know where you’re gonna take your date rin?” “what about the amusement park that’s opening up?”

finally. someone said something not so irritatingly stupid that he’d want to smash his eardrums in. an amusement park. there’s plenty to do there, it would be hard to get bored. food, attractions, nice views. yeah. rin could make this work.

so that’s why now he was following you to another ride you wanted to go on. it was initially pretty awkward at first, but you both fell into your usual routine really quickly. but there was a tiny problem that still bothered rin.

he really wanted to hold your hand. he kept rubbing his palms against his pants, making sure they weren’t sweaty, making sure you wouldn’t be disgusted if you did. and rin thought that maybe, just maybe you also wanted to hold his hand.

so he hesitantly reached out to grab it, and interlocked your fingers. he was almost about to let go but felt you squeezing his hand, and continued directing him towards the ride.

rin felt like a little girl who got noticed by the handsome lifeguard, his heart skipping. and it was noticed by some other ‘passerbys’ too. his teammates would never pass up the opportunity to actually catch a glimpse of rin outside of his habitat, which was football.

they don’t know who actually came up with the idea first, but now they were scattered around in groups, discreetly trailing rin and his cute date (that actually existed). isagi and bachira were moving around in caps and fake beards and moustaches drawn on.

chigiri, reo and nagi were in a different area a few ways ahead, hoods and sunglasses covering their recognisable features. karasu and otoya were pretending to be two old lovers eating ice cream together.

you lead rin to this haunted house based roller coaster. “are you sure you won’t get scared?” “it’s fine rin. i have you here with me!”

and god he almost melted right there. you both lined up in the queue, talking about anything, conversation flowing smoothly. otoya and karasu lined up behind a few people, where they can keep you within eyesight and update the rest on their group chat.

when it was finally your turn to ride, you hopped on the seats, locking in the safety mechanisms. you hummed quietly as eerie music began playing before the ride started moving. otoya and karasu sat 2 rows behind you, their necks stretching to catch a glimpse of the both of you.

and they jerked suddenly when they didn’t notice the ride has started, too busy trying to spy on you both. reo, nagi and chigiri had regrouped with bachira and isagi, watching and hearing the screams from the scary ride.

“do you think he’s letting her hold his hand and be all romantic to her?” bachira starts fantasising.

the rin they knew was cold, standoffish and focused on football. it was a bit hard to imagine rin as being friendly and nice, let alone romantic.

but the moment the ride stopped and they saw the two of you get off, their perspective shifted. you were holding onto his hand like a lifeline, steps slightly wobbly. he maintained his posture, not at all bothered by the multiple jumpscares, twists and shock factor horror elements.

a few ways back, karasu and otoya are clutching each other, struggling a bit to walk straight. the others watch as rin takes you over to a bench for a bit and buys you water from a nearby snack cart. you smiled happily as you took the cold drink and were immediately back up on your feet, dragging him through the crowd towards the food area of the park.

chigiri’s ready to turn around, muttering something about leaving them be, but bachira’s already on the hunt behind them, yelling to karasu and otoya to follow them. some of the guys sigh, but none of them will admit that they truly are a bit curious about how rin’s doing.

bachira manages to spot them at one of the empty picnic tables. rin was in front of a kiosk waiting in queue for some ice cream, and you secretly taking a picture of him, smiling to yourself.

the group is all squished on one of the tables garnering looks from passer-by's.

“stop moving so much bachira!” “i can’t see over nagi’s head!” “keep quiet they’re gonna notice us!” “yer all making it so obvious…” “rin seems to be capturing the girl easily, maybe i should test his methods…”

rin was listening to you happily talk about your interests, nodding occasionally and asking little questions to show you that you had his full attention. until he hears some oddly familiar squabbling.

“is everything alright, rin?” “just thought i heard something-“

isagi was pushed off the bench. with his stupid beard and cap on. he gulped as he could physically feel rin’s glare on him as he walked towards him, burning through him like a deathly laser. then his gaze moves onto the rest of the table.

the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks were red from the embarrassment of being caught being relatively soft. not that he was embarrassed of you. never. he still can’t believe he managed to bag such a beautiful and smart girlfriend, even though he gets copious amounts of chocolates on valentine’s day.

“what the fuck.”

isagi felt his soul leave his body. “we just wanted to make sure your date went good…”

“rin, these your friends?” you ask, recognising them from the u-20 game.

“no-“ “yes! we’re his teammates and friends from blue lock! i’m bachira, that guy on the floor is isagi and these are nagi and reo, chigiri, karasu and otoya.”

“i see, nice to meet you all,” you say nicely. “do you always go out wearing beards and moustaches and hoodies in this heat?”

“we just had to make sure rin didn’t fumble his date with a cute girl like you!”

you chuckle and rin grabs your hand to leave. “we’re leaving. don’t follow us again if you know what’s good for you.”

“we’d never rinrin!”

he just scoffs and you wave goodbye, following rin through the park. reo just glances around once he’s out of sight.

“we’re following him again right?”

“yep.” “for sure!” “i need to him to fumble so i can have a chance.”

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saeamy · 1 month ago

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YuUPPP FOR MEEEE 🤫🤫🤫❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🩷🩷 TYSIKA I LOVE THIS SM

a/n: i love childhood best friends to lovers fics, especially the ones with sae & isagi & kaiser, they're always super cute and filled with emotions so I made one for sae. AAAA this is like the longest fic I made 💔 please enjoy reading, and tell me your thoughts abt this fic afterwards hehe thank you 🫶

Itoshi Sae x Reader !

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

“Always, Even Then.”

In which... childhood friends drift apart,

years pass in silence,

and Itoshi Sae learns—

he was always yours, even then.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

I. childhood – “you can sit with me.”

It started with a fight over a swing.

You were six. He was seven. You both saw the empty swing at the exact same time, and sprinted for it like the fate of the universe depended on it.

You got there first. He scowled at you like you’d just committed war.

“I always sit here,” he said, crossing his arms.

You blinked. “But I got here first.”

“…Doesn’t matter.”

“Wanna share?”

He stared at you like you’d said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Then, quietly — with all the reluctant pride of a grumpy cat — he sat beside you on the swing, even though there clearly wasn’t enough room.

That was the beginning.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

His name was Sae, Itoshi Sae. He was quiet. Smart. Kinda blunt.

You were the only person he talked to after school. You brought him snacks; he ignored them, then ate them anyway. You sat on the curb while he practiced soccer for hours, your notebook open, pretending to study while sneaking glances at him. He wasn’t just good. He was something else — a blur of cleats and focus, like he was chasing a future you couldn’t quite see yet.

“You’re gonna be the best in the world someday,” you said.

He didn’t answer. But he looked at you for a long time.

“…Will you still be there if I am?”

“Of course,” you replied. “I’ll always be here.”

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

You were ten the first time he made you cry.

Not on purpose. Never on purpose. But he’d missed your birthday. You sat at the park alone for three hours, clutching the dumb little keychain you bought him. He didn’t even text. You knew he had training. You knew he was busy. You told yourself it was fine.

The next day, he showed up to your house — sweaty, exhausted, still in uniform — and handed you a tiny, crookedly-wrapped box.

“I forgot,” he mumbled. “Sorry.”

Inside was a bracelet. Plain silver, no charms, a little too big for your wrist.

You didn’t say anything. You just slipped it on and smiled.

(You still wear it now.)

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

II. silence – “don’t look back.”

When Sae left for Spain, you didn’t cry at the airport.

You didn’t even go.

You told yourself it wasn’t a big deal. That this was always going to happen. He was meant to leave — meant for bigger things, brighter lights. Not some small town and a friend he barely had time for anymore.

But when you got home, your phone buzzed.

[from: sae]

…thanks for everything.

i’ll text you when i can.

You stared at that message all night.

He didn’t.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

Weeks passed. Then months. Then years.

His texts slowed down. His calls stopped altogether. You watched his name flash on sports networks, on headlines, in highlight reels. Itoshi Sae scores again. Japanese prodigy turning heads in Madrid.

He was everywhere.

Except where you were.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

Your heart cracked in slow motion.

It wasn’t even heartbreak. Not really. Just a long, cold ache — like a season that wouldn’t end. You stopped checking your phone. Stopped waiting. You told yourself he didn’t forget you. He just had better things to do.

But sometimes, you’d still walk past the park. Just in case.

It was always empty.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

III. reunion – “i thought you forgot.”

You were sixteen when it happened.

You were carrying a bag of groceries out of the convenience store when someone brushed past you, just a little too fast, and your can of tea slipped out and rolled across the sidewalk.

A hand picked it up.

“…Still drinking this stuff?” said a voice behind you.

You turned.

And there he was.

Itoshi Sae. Taller. Sharper. Older.

But those eyes — still that quiet teal eyes. Still him.

You blinked. “What—… what are you doing here?”

“Back in Japan. Off-season.”

“Oh.”

“…You look the same.”

“So do you. Just… more expensive.”

He huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh. “You’re still annoying.”

But he handed the can back. Gently.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

That day, he texted you again.

[from: sae]

hey. can we catch up sometime?

You stared at it for five full minutes before answering.

[to: sae]

maybe. i’m busy.

And you smiled.

Just a little.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

IV. glass steps — “you’re not a stranger.”

You met up with him three days later.

A small café, tucked in the quieter side of town — the kind with chipped mugs and music from ten years ago humming through the speakers. You picked the place. Part of you wondered if he’d show.

He did.

Right on time.

Sae slid into the seat across from you like no time had passed at all. But everything about him had changed — the way he sat, more composed. The way he held his cup, with fingers used to carrying weight heavier than coffee. The way his eyes flicked to yours, then away again, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to stay too long in your gaze.

You stirred your drink, carefully. “So.”

He blinked. “So.”

A beat of silence stretched between you.

Then:

“Why now?” you asked, and your voice was soft, but there was something sharp underneath it. “Why reach out after all this time?”

Sae looked down at the table, fingers tracing the rim of his cup. He didn’t answer immediately.

Finally, he said, “Because… I thought I could forget. But I didn’t.”

Your chest tightened. “You did, though. For a while.”

“I tried,” he admitted. “That was easier than missing you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that.

So you just stared at him — at this boy you used to know, and the man he’d become, and the space in between that neither of you could fill with just words.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

Still, you met again. And again. And again.

Coffee turned into evening walks.

Walks turned into accidental dinners.

And somewhere between stories half-told and glances half-stolen, the ache in your chest softened.

He wasn’t exactly the same. But neither were you.

He apologized more now — in quiet gestures, in the way he listened when you talked, in the way he remembered your order down to the extra sugar.

Once, he caught you shivering and shrugged off his hoodie without saying anything, tossing it onto your shoulders like it meant nothing.

It did.

(It still smells like him.)

You didn’t talk about the years in between. Not yet. But every conversation danced around it — like two ghosts relearning how to live again.

Sometimes, when you were walking next to him and the sky turned soft with twilight, he’d look over at you with that unreadable expression. The one he used to wear back when you were kids — when he was too proud to admit he liked something, but too obvious to hide it.

“Do you regret it?” you asked him once. “Leaving?”

He was quiet. Then he replied, “I regret not taking you with me.”

You didn’t answer. Your throat was too full.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

V. almost — “stay a little longer.”

There were moments where it almost felt like love again. Not the loud kind. The quiet one — the kind that blooms slow and steady in the space between memories and maybe’s.

Like the way he always walked you home now, even when it was out of his way.

Or the way he’d glance at your lips when you laughed too hard.

Or how his phone always buzzed with agents and reporters and club schedules, but he’d silence it when you were together — like he wanted to stay in your world a little longer.

Once, you fell asleep during a movie night. You woke up to find a blanket over you, your head resting on his shoulder, and his hand still in your hair.

He didn’t say anything about it the next morning. Neither did you.

But something shifted after that. Something warmer. Something dangerous.

You’d catch yourself looking at his hands longer than necessary. Wondering what it would be like to hold them again. Wondering if he remembered how you used to do pinky promises like you were kids swearing eternal loyalty.

And sometimes, when you hugged goodbye — just briefly —

you could feel it in the way his fingers curled slightly against your back.

Hesitant. Wanting.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

You were getting too close again. And that terrified you.

Because what if it was temporary?

What if he left again?

What if you let yourself fall all over again, and he didn’t catch you this time?

You thought about pulling away.

But then came the night you cried in front of him.

Not for him. Not about him. Just… life. You’d been overwhelmed. Things had gone wrong at school, at home, and your walls finally cracked in the most inconvenient moment — on his couch, with your hands over your eyes, muttering apologies for “being a mess.”

Sae didn’t say anything at first.

Then he sat beside you. Carefully. Not touching. Just there.

“I don’t mind mess,” he said quietly. “You’re allowed to fall apart. Just don’t do it alone.”

You looked up.

And the look on his face was the softest you’d ever seen it — like he was holding something fragile, and for once, it wasn’t the ball at his feet.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

After that, something changed.

He texted more often. Called, too. Sometimes for no reason.

You started leaving a toothbrush at his place.

You both stopped saying you were “just friends.”

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

You didn’t kiss him yet.

But you almost did.

In his kitchen. One rainy evening. You were both barefoot and standing way too close. You had flour on your cheek. He reached out to brush it off.

And his hand hovered — just for a second — near your jaw.

You could’ve leaned in.

You wanted to.

But neither of you moved.

And the moment passed.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

Still, you knew.

You both knew.

This time, it wasn’t about timing.

It was about choosing.

And slowly, he was choosing you again.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

VI. the breaking point — “don’t leave me wondering.”

There is a point in every story — not at the beginning, and not quite the end — where the silence between two people becomes louder than anything they could ever say.

And you’d reached that point.

The air around Sae felt different now. You could feel it in the pauses that lingered too long. In the way he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t watching. In the way his fingers would twitch like he wanted to reach for you and never did.

It was driving you crazy — the not-knowing.

What you were. What he wanted. What it all meant.

You weren’t asking for a love story.

You just didn’t want to be a question mark anymore.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

It happened on a night that should’ve been ordinary.

The two of you were sitting on the floor of his apartment, backs against the couch, your legs tangled in a careless sprawl like they always used to be. A half-eaten pizza sat forgotten on the coffee table. There was music playing — something low and dreamy, like the kind of song that only exists at 11:47PM when no one else is listening.

You were laughing about something dumb. His hair was slightly damp from a shower. Your shoulder brushed his every now and then.

And then, the moment froze.

You don’t know what made you ask.

Maybe it was the way he was looking at you — like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the language for it. Maybe it was the way your heart had been cracking under the weight of waiting.

But suddenly, your voice slipped out, soft and raw:

“…What are we doing, Sae?”

He blinked.

Your chest burned. “Because I don’t know how much longer I can pretend this is nothing. That we’re just friends who never talk about the fact that we used to mean something, and now we’re… this.”

His jaw tensed. You could see it — the split-second of panic, like your words had hit a nerve he’d been trying to bury.

“I’m not pretending,” he said quietly.

You looked at him. Really looked. “Then why won’t you say anything?”

He didn’t answer right away. He looked down, hands resting over his knees like they might keep him steady. His voice, when it finally came, was low. Hoarse.

“Because I don’t know what I deserve anymore.”

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

The room was still.

Your heart broke in a thousand gentle pieces.

Sae had always been confident. Arrogant, even. But this — this wasn’t the boy who stood under stadium lights with the whole world screaming his name.

This was the boy who used to sit next to you at the swings, who forgot your birthday and tried to make up for it with a crooked box and silver bracelet.

This was the boy who left, and came back, and didn’t know if he was allowed to love you anymore.

“…You’re not a bad person,” you whispered. “You just didn’t know how to stay.”

“I didn’t know how to come back either.”

And he turned to you, finally.

There was a storm in his eyes — guilt, longing, fear, everything all at once — and it looked so unfamiliar on his face that it made your throat close.

“I thought if I saw you again, it’d fix something in me,” he said. “But it didn’t. It just made me realize how much I’ve missed. How much I still want.”

You stared at him. “What do you want?”

A pause. Sharp. Heavy.

“You,” he breathed.

Just that.

You.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

It was the kind of word that rewrites gravity.

You felt the air shift between you, all that unsaid tension catching fire in the space where his voice left off and your heart began to stutter.

You didn’t move.

Not yet.

You wanted him to mean it.

Not as an apology. Not as nostalgia.

But as a choice.

He leaned closer. Not touching. Not assuming.

“I want you to know,” he said, “that I didn’t forget you. Not once. Not when I was playing. Not when I was alone in a city full of people who didn’t know me. You were the one person I remembered exactly the same every time. I’d hear a song. I’d see the color of your jacket. I’d walk past a damn swing and—…”

His breath caught. He looked down.

“I couldn’t go back. But I never moved on.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until he reached out — slowly — and wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

His hand lingered.

“…Can I kiss you?”

That was what broke you.

You didn’t answer. You just leaned forward — and in that breathless space of maybe and mercy — you kissed him.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

It wasn’t perfect.

It was trembling. A little messy. Hesitant at first. Like both of you were afraid of what it would mean.

But then his hand slid into your hair. Yours curled against his chest.

And suddenly, years of silence and regret and almosts shattered beneath your lips.

It was a kiss that said: I remember everything.

A kiss that said: This is what I was trying to tell you all along.

A kiss that said: I’m still yours, if you’ll have me.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

When you finally pulled away, he kept his forehead pressed to yours.

Neither of you spoke.

The world outside was quiet. A streetlight flickered. The music in the background kept playing like nothing had changed. But everything had.

Sae exhaled shakily.

“I thought I lost my chance.”

“You didn’t,” you whispered.

“You just made me wait for it.”

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

And this time, when he pulled you into his arms —

he didn’t let go.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

VII. after — “can you stay this time?”

The morning after the kiss is quieter than any sunrise you’ve ever known.

Not because the city is asleep — it isn’t, not really, not ever — but because there’s a stillness that settles in your chest when you wake up next to someone you’ve longed for, someone you’ve imagined a hundred different goodbyes with and somehow, impossibly, they’re still there when the world turns blue again.

You open your eyes slowly, like the light might break the moment. But it doesn’t.

Sae’s there. On the couch beside you. Head tilted back, one arm draped lazily across the edge, his breathing steady, quiet, human. He’s still dressed in yesterday’s hoodie and sweats, and the morning sun slices gently across his cheekbones like it’s trying to memorize him.

You take a breath.

And it doesn’t hurt.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

When he stirs, he blinks like he forgot where he is — until his eyes find yours, and soften.

“…You’re still here,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.

“So are you.”

He leans forward slightly. Then pauses.

There’s no rush this time. No urgency. The fire between you has shifted — it’s not burning to prove something anymore. It’s just warm. Safe.

“I didn’t dream that, right?” he asks, voice low, a small teasing curl at the corner of his mouth. “The kiss?”

You smile. “Nope.”

“…Good.”

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

You think falling in love with Sae might always feel a little like that — like waiting for him to realize the world is still holding space for him, even after everything.

Because he doesn’t quite know how to receive softness. Not yet.

He’s used to perfection. Precision. To sharp critiques and screaming coaches and miles of distance.

But when he touches your hand, now, it’s careful — reverent, almost — like he’s holding something he thought he lost a long time ago and still doesn’t believe is real.

You don’t tell him it’s okay.

You show him.

Every time you say good morning first.

Every time you laugh at his dry, quiet sarcasm.

Every time you let him hold you longer than necessary without saying a word.

This is what it means to stay.

To let him stay.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

VIII. ordinary magic — “this time, it’s real.”

Being with Sae isn’t about grand gestures.

It’s the little things.

It’s how he learns to rest his hand on your knee when you sit together.

How he buys your favorite snacks without asking.

How he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear like it’s the most natural thing in the world — like he’s been waiting years to be allowed to do it again.

It’s the way he lets you into his life, piece by piece.

You meet Rin again. The first time in years.

The tension is thick at first — the weight of everything unsaid, all those years of silence between brothers. But Sae brings you with him like you’re an anchor. And that says more than anything.

Later, Rin pulls you aside and mutters, “He’s changed.”

You look at him, steady. “He’s healing.”

And Rin nods.

Because he sees it too.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

You learn Sae’s habits all over again. His routines. His little quirks.

He falls asleep during movies. He's favorite animals are seagulls because they're similar, they never settle in one place. He loves drinking kombucha. He gets incredibly quiet when he’s thinking hard — the kind of quiet where his eyes go distant and his jaw tenses like he’s trying to solve the entire universe in his head.

But when you touch his hand in those moments — even just gently — he comes back every time.

He always comes back now.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

You fight sometimes.

Not explosive fights. Not cruel ones. But the kind that come from unspoken hurt, from fear, from two people still learning that love isn’t just about holding on — it’s also about learning how to let go of old wounds.

There’s one night where he shuts down again. You say something — too sharp, too tired — and he retreats, goes quiet, withdraws like he always used to.

You almost walk away.

Almost.

But instead, you sit next to him on the edge of his bed, exhale, and whisper, “I’m not going to make you chase me. But I’m not leaving. So when you’re ready to talk — I’ll be here.”

He doesn’t say anything.

But thirty minutes later, he slides his hand into yours and whispers, “I’m sorry.”

You don’t cry. You just kiss his knuckles, and say, “Okay.”

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

You spend one weekend together out of town. No cameras. No press. Just trees, fog, cold hands and shared warmth under too many layers of blankets.

He holds you against his chest in the morning and mutters, half-asleep, “I forgot what peace felt like.”

You whisper, “Then remember it like this.”

He kisses your temple.

And you know he will.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

IX. becoming — “i don’t want almost anymore.”

There comes a night where you realize you’re in love with him all over again.

It’s not a sudden thing. Not lightning or fireworks. Just a quiet, steady pulse of oh.

He’s making dinner — still clumsy with the knife, furrowed brow, quietly mumbling to himself about seasoning. The sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up to his elbows, and his hair’s a mess, and he looks so completely, achingly domestic that something inside you breaks open in the most beautiful way.

He catches you staring.

“What?”

You shrug. “Nothing.”

“…You’re doing that look again.”

“What look?”

He dries his hands on a towel, then walks over. Traps you gently against the counter.

“The one that makes me want to kiss you,” he says.

“So do it.”

And he does.

And in that moment, everything you ever waited for finally feels right.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

Later that night, when you’re curled up next to him — heart full, hands intertwined, breaths steady — you whisper, “You’re not running anymore.”

He doesn’t respond with words.

He just pulls you closer.

And for the first time in years, you sleep without dreaming of what-ifs.

Because you’re living the answer now.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

X. Official — "And Finally, You."

There was a particular stillness in the air the moment he touched your hand — not the one born of awkwardness, or the silence between words left unsaid, but the kind of silence that trembles with meaning, like the second before the first note of a symphony, or the hush that falls over the world before dawn — and in that tiny, fleeting contact, your entire childhood came rushing back: muddy sneakers, pinky promises, the scent of spring rain in Kamakura, the shouts of your names across a field, the nights you cried into his shoulder without needing to explain, the look in his eyes when he told you goodbye — all of it, every fragment you buried deep in your chest, bloomed back into aching clarity.

And he looked at you — really looked at you — not like someone remembering who you once were, or someone trying to piece together what time had stolen, but like someone seeing you for the first time and realizing, with terrifying certainty, that you’d always been the thing he never dared to want, and maybe still didn’t deserve, but was willing to reach for anyway, even if his fingers bled from it.

The wind pushed your hair into your face and he gently brushed it away, so slowly it hurt, like he was memorizing the shape of you — and maybe he was, because his voice, low and almost trembling with restraint, finally broke through the wall that had held him still for so many years:

"I was so scared I’d never get the chance to stand beside you again."

You didn’t say anything at first — because what could you say when someone confesses the deepest fear they’ve buried beneath layers of ego, years of silence, oceans of distance? — so instead, you reached for his hand again, this time lacing your fingers with his, and you didn’t let go, not even when your heartbeat picked up so loud you thought he could hear it.

"Sae," you whispered, "you always had that chance. You just didn’t take it."

He flinched, not from the words themselves, but from how true they were, how they cut through all the excuses and self-loathing he wrapped around himself for so long. But he didn’t let go either. His fingers only tightened.

And maybe that was the moment you both realized — all of this, the years of absence, the ache of what-ifs, the silent wars waged in your hearts — hadn’t been a punishment or some cruel twist of fate. It had been necessary. Because if he hadn’t lost you, he wouldn’t have understood what it meant to find you again. Because if you hadn’t been apart, he never would’ve learned how much of his heart had been yours from the very beginning.

"I never stopped thinking about you," he murmured, eyes locked on yours, voice shaking like a man on the verge of falling, "even when I tried. Even when I didn’t want to."

You stepped closer, so close you could hear the tremble in his breath, see the storm behind his eyes, and you whispered, "Then don’t ever stop again."

He didn’t.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

From that night on, it wasn’t sudden — it wasn’t some explosion of love that washed away the past. No, it was softer than that. Quieter. A slow burning reconciliation that stitched together each frayed edge, every open wound. You weren’t lovers at first — not in the way the world defines it — but there was something more than friendship in the way he brushed his knuckles against yours when no one was watching, in the way you always kept a seat open for him beside you, in the way your eyes searched for his before you even realized it.

You became best friends again, but this time with shared glances that lasted too long, with casual touches that burned too hot, with silences that spoke louder than words ever could, and friends.. aren't supposed to kiss, right? You learned him all over again — the way his voice softened when he was tired, the way he always leaned toward you when he laughed, the way he struggled with apologies but poured honesty into the things he did instead.

And Sae — for the first time in his life — let himself fall without calculating where he’d land.

He let himself hope.

He let himself smile for no reason when your name popped up on his screen.

He let himself stay longer, linger more, lean closer.

And eventually — finally — he kissed you, again.

Not like a fairytale, not under fireworks or in the rain, but in the stillness of a shared apartment on a Tuesday night, while you were laughing about something stupid he said, and he just looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were real — and then he leaned in, slow and unsure, giving you time to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Because you were his, and he was yours — and maybe you always had been.

The kiss wasn’t perfect. His nose bumped yours. You giggled halfway through it. But it was real. It was honest. And when he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling with yours, he whispered — raw and reverent and just barely audible:

"I love you. God, I love you."

And you whispered it back, because it had always been true, hadn’t it?

Even when he left.

Even when you were oceans apart.

Even when you tried to forget.

You loved him.

And now, finally, he was yours to love in return.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

So when people asked how long you’d been together, you’d always smile and say, “Forever. We just didn’t know it yet.”

Because love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s a whisper, a missed call, a goodbye you never wanted to say. Sometimes it’s a promise made when you were children, carried silently in your chest until the world gave you a chance to speak it again.

And when that chance comes — when the person you’ve always loved finds their way back to you —

You hold on.

Tight.

And you never let go.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

IM FINALLY DONEEE !! this was so fun to write, I kinda teared up at my own writing, damn I'm so emotional 💔 THANK YOU SM FOR READING !! And have a nice day 🫶💗

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