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THE “SAKURA IS USELESS” COUNTER-ARGUMENT MASTER-POST!

For Sakura Week! 💪🏼 Prompt: ‘Acknowledgements’, because it’s about damn time we all acknowledge the canon facts and stop perpetuating this false bandwagoning claim spearheaded by Studio Pierrot and the anime-only – or just generally obstinate and deluded – “fans”. Update: Some of my posts still aren’t showing up in the tags so thank you everyone for your support on this at over 1.5k notes even without that!

📌 Canon facts & stats:

“Useless”. You know, I think this is how you can detect if someone read the manga/is aware of the official databook evidence or not, since Sakura is canonically the strongest/top kunoichi… The term is so absurdly opposite of her character, that it being applied to her is baffling. Even if the confirmation of her status (i.e. quite literally being the “best girl”, technically speaking) in the official databook(s)* isn’t enough, it’s visible through canon stats alone:

Sakura ranks higher than all of the kunoichi in her generation; surpassing the Konoha 12 females and even Temari, the strongest female of The Sand.

She ranks higher than almost all of the Konoha boys, losing out only to Sasuke and Neji, with the stat difference between her and Neji being single point. Allow me to emphasise – an Uchiha and Hyuga; the two most prestigious clans in their nation, and the boys in question particularly being esteemed ‘skilled geniuses’ of their generation.

Note: This is a comparison of the stats presented in Databook 3 (Sha no Sho), before Sakura even mastered her S-Rank technique, Byakugo. 🖇 [ These statistics were taken between chapters 245 - 402. ]

Think about it: Shino, Shikamaru, Lee… Just three examples of characters Sakura surpasses in skill. Do they ever get called useless?

Sakura actually ranks the same (in stats, at this point in the canon timeline) as Naruto.

*It is stated that Sakura surpassed Tsunade – who was formally established as the strongest and statistically highest-ranking kunoichi – in the fourth and latest databook, Jin no Sho. (These are the official guidebooks in the Naruto series, authored by the mangaka himself, Masashi Kishimoto.) 🖇 [ This databook covers chapters 403 - 691. ]

But if that wasn’t enough, then take a look at the canon facts presented in the manga and validated statements in further guidebooks, such as Retsu no Sho (the following guidebook, released alongside The Last):

She is a Neo-Sannin and a Jonin. The former label evident from chapter 632 – in addition to being implied throughout part two and foreshadowed* prior – and the latter stated in the Retsu no Sho and Zai no Sho guidebooks, as well as depicted in the ‘blank period’ [The Last] and part three [Boruto Era] material. ↳ Not to mention that Sakura and Shikamaru were the only two promoted to Jonin after the war, which is self-explanatory in her ability.

*Examples of said implications and foreshadowing, the latter acting doubly as evidence of her skill being appraised by shinobi of Jonin rank or higher:

Official (Kishimoto/manga) artwork.

Chapter 245 – Jiraiya.

➔ “That beauty and strength… It would seem as though you’ve raised another Tsunade, no?”

Chapter 246 – Kakashi.

➔ “Wha-What insane power! The Fifth… You didn’t just teach Sakura medical ninjutsu, did you…?” ➔ “She builds up the maximum amount of chakra in her fist, then releases it in an instant… Without precise chakra control, she couldn’t do that. It’s a real feat!” ➔ “Medical ninjutsu, plus amazing strength… No, that’s not all. Because Sakura was originally a genjutsu type…” ➔ “She may become an even better ninja than the Fifth…”

Chapter 279 – Chiyo.

➔ “After all, a woman with gallant spirit matching any man’s is a rarity indeed… Surely you’ll become a kunoichi even greater than your master.”

Chapter 632 – Hashirama.

➔ “What raw power… It might even be stronger than Tsuna’s!”

As specified, confirming her Sannin status officially in the war:

Chapter 633.

Chapter 634.

➔ “A new era has come!”

Volume 66.

She is the greatest medic in shinobi history. First implied in early part two, Sakura accomplishes that which even the esteemed medical expert, Chiyo, couldn’t: Chiyo states that the only one to exceed her medical expertise, even in her own area of specialism, is Tsunade – formally regarded as the world’s best medical ninja – who is soon surpassed by Sakura, as stated in the fourth official databook (depicted at the bottom of this post).

Chapter 253.

➔ “Poison is my specialty… But even I don’t know of this… Sasori’s grown a huge amount…” ➔ “Well, the one who has more knowledge about neutralizing poisons than me… That would be the Slug of Konoha, Tsunade-hime.”

Sakura surpassed a Kage in her teens. To excel beyond the ultimate rank of shinobi is no small statement in itself, let alone to do such as a teenager. Not to mention that Tsunade is regarded as one of the greater Kage(s), at that. To explain further – not only did Sakura transcend Tsunade’s medical ability, but also her physical strength, skill and prowess as well. To elaborate, Sakura released Byakugo at the age of 17, after only beginning her training at the (est.) age of 13 - 14.

Chapter 632.

➔ From Sakura and Tsunade’s conversation panels onward: [S] “Medical ninja mustn’t die! So they must never go ahead of the others…” [T] “That is true, but… That doesn’t mean that you don’t have to learn how to fight yourself, because… You’re my disciple, so you’ll inherit the power of a Sannin, and… Sakura Haruno, you’re also the disciple of the Fifth Hokage!” [S] “Now it’s filled up… I can finally release it.” (Now that her Byakugo has reached full capacity, she can finally unleash it.)

To expand on my above point [of Sakura surpassing Tsunade], Sakura is one of only three shinobi in the world to master the S-Rank technique, Byakugo. The previous users presumably took at least a decade+ to perfect the high-skilled and complicated jutsu, as Tsunade is pictured without her seal in chapter 160’s flashback [of her late teen/early adult years]. Sakura, however, mastered it in a mere three years… The significance and difficulty of this feat was commented on by Shizune, Tsunade’s first pupil and a skilled Jonin in medical ninjutsu herself, who failed to reach such legendary regarded level:

Chapter 632.

➔ “She’s been saving up chakra in one spot for 3 years… That’s extremely precise chakra control. Not even I could perform Byakugo no Jutsu!!”

Chapter 634.

➔ “Her [Byakugo] mark was only just activated… And yet she’s already performing Lady Katsuyu’s distance healing too! Sakura, you are truly something amazing!”

With the mastering of this technique (/bearing the Yin Seal), Sakura is confirmed to be on an equal power level to both Sasuke and Naruto (pre-Hagoromo’s bestowed power; the Sixth Paths Sage Mode and the Rinnegan). 🖇 [ This is stated in the fourth datebook, depicted at the bottom of this post. ]

📌 Lack of birth-right privilege:

It is also worth mentioning that the other two users of this seal were of prestigious descent, being Mito Uzumaki and Tsunade Senju/Uzumaki – meaning that these kunoichi inherited the strength and most notably the chakra required for their techniques – unlike Sakura, who was civilian born. This is important to consider because it is a prime reason why Sakura was not on par with her teammates; an Uchiha and a jinchūriki of Uzumaki bloodline, whom she is so often held to the standard of.

She was for the most part ignored by her team’s sensei, in favour of Sasuke during the Chunin Exams. Whilst Naruto received additional training from Ebisu and Jiraiya, Sakura would not be given the attention she deserved in order to thrive until she approached Tsunade of her own volition in the hopes of bettering herself by becoming her apprentice. Prior to this, we must acknowledge that Sakura was born into a civilian family, meaning that she had no birth-right privileges, advantages or opportunities… Whilst literally every other ninja did, with the exception of Lee and Tenten.

Every other shinobi in their generation had what they did from birth, yet she was the only ninja – apart from the duel-protagonists – to reach Kage level (in the surpassing of her master).

It is embarrassingly argued by ‘antis’ that Sakura “cheated” because she acquired her abilities under the tutelage of Tsunade… Yet they fail to comprehend that the exact same premise applies abundantly more so to everyone else, since Sakura actually worked for everything she had; she wasn’t handed God-like, over-powered, tailed beast and/or clan-specific jutsu, like them. She had no silver-spoon abilities off the bat!

📌 “She was never in any fights”:

Another subject worth mentioning in response to the idiotic remark that Sakura never fought (which therefore apparently makes her “useless”) is that Sakura was not permitted to be offensive, as those were the strict rules of the medical ninja code:

“Rule No. 2 – No medical ninja shall ever stand on the front lines.” ↳ Not until they have mastered the S-Rank technique, Byakugo, are they allowed to disregard the medic laws and move to the front-lines.

“Rule No. 4 – Only those medic ninja who have mastered the Strength of a Hundred Technique (of the ninja art, Creation Rebirth) are permitted to discard the above mentioned laws.” ↳ Sakura did not release this technique until the war, which means that prior to this, not only was she not permitted to be offensive by medic law, but she was also not even using her full strength (since she was storing it).

It also must be acknowledged that, being a shonen series, the mangaka will typically will not utilise their female characters – i.e. have them participate in many fights or their own fights. Now, Kishimoto has been labelled a (perhaps inadvertent) sexist in the past – as we are aware the majority of this genre is – and it can be seen in the lack of battling ‘panel-time’ female characters receive, which should be considered when arguing against the girls’ (plural) lack of such in fights. For example, we only really got to see Sakura’s competitive combat skills a handful of times, despite being a main character and the leading female of the series.

But another point I want to state here is Sakura’s fight against Sasori, since that is the prime go-to for this argument. The thing is, this major feat is demeaned and diluted by ‘antis’ as much as Studio Pierrot’s general treatment of the entire source material… It was one of Sakura’s biggest moments; a moment that fans actually applauded and celebrated after its publication – for example, Sha no Sho (the third official databook) reveals that the battle ranked 3rd in a vote by over 1k readers, with one of them commenting:

“I am amazed at Sakura’s growth!”

As the reader’s comment evidences, that battle was so brilliant because it truly did showcase Sakura’s phenomenal growth – physical and emotional – especially with it being the first time we were able to see her in action (outside of the second bell test) post-timeskip. The fact is, Sakura was one of very few characters to actually take down an Akatsuki member; a criminal shinobi of S-Class skill! She was also the first to take down an Akatsuki, to boot! So it would make sense that ‘antis’ try to take this away from her as much as possible. I mean, does “Chiyo did all the work” sound familiar at all?

I don’t even know how to reference this ridiculous notion with panels… My only remark here would be that the anime’s rendition of events came across very differently to the manga’s (as most of Pierrot’s non-delineations did). I’ll admit myself that in the anime, Sakura comes across as aiding Chiyo in that fight. However, in the manga, it is Chiyo presented as the support. Even the Sha no Sho official databook states under the battle’s Top 3 ranking: “Aided by Chiyo, Sakura’s prowess shows when she holds her own against the rogue puppet-master”. I mean, we literally had confirmation prior to this battle [chapter 253] that Sakura outranks Chiyo’s medical ninjutsu skills anyway. But for further proof:

Chiyo herself actually states: “[…]even without my assistance, she can do it… A girl like this.” [ Chapter 270. ]

This post is already going to be long enough, so rather than overextend it with more images (if multiple apply), I’m going to link to the relevant panels and topics that this battle evidences.

1️⃣ Sakura was the only reason Sasori’s armour could even be broken to reveal the real him in the first place. As the third databook states, “Sakura destroyed even puppet-master Sasori’s best puppet, Hiruko, in one blow”. Sources (in addition to the page displayed below): 1, 2, 3.

If you recall, Chiyo only controlled Sakura through puppetry until she was able to be within close enough range to demolish Sasori’s protection puppet and the initial offensive weapon that he utilised early on, which was shielding him entirely. Chiyo controlling Sakura was a tactic that they mutually discussed prior to the battle in order to both:

Guarantee Sakura certain safety and evasion of his traps to land said attack at closer proximity, and thus render him more vulnerable. ↳ Due to the medical ninja code (discussed in detail above), Sakura was not permitted at this point in time to be on the front-line, so Chiyo’s puppetry jutsu actually allowed Sakura to be such without fear of fatal injury.

Confuse Sasori, so that he was forced to focus on them both and not take one out (before the other) to give him the advantage.

Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. As Databook 3 also states, “the person being controlled is able to use both the techniques of the puppet-master and [their] own jutsu”.

2️⃣ Sakura’s physical prowess in general. Sources: 1, 2, 3.

3️⃣ Sakura’s intelligence, evidenced in her instant problem solving. Sources: 1, 2, 3.

4️⃣ Sakura’s intelligence, evidenced again in her analytical ability and tremendously esteemed medical know-how. Said qualities are repeatedly complimented over the series, even by Sasori, who is both baffled and impressed by her brains and ability, considering the phenomenal difficulty involved in such. He even comments on how long it has been since an opponent has forced him to use himself (i.e. his own puppet body; his deadliest weapon and last resort) in battle, yet Sakura pushed him to that limit. Also, remember that Sasori’s high regards of Sakura enabled them to find Orochimaru in the next arc, as the information of his whereabouts were Sakura’s “reward” gifted to her by Sasori for beating him.

5️⃣ Sakura’s emotional growth. Her change in personality on the battlefield was highly regarded by readers, with her fight against Sasori being the first time that such was truly seen (post-timeskip, against a major threat). Sources: 1, 2 and 3, 4.

Despite Chiyo’s numerous attempts to spare Sakura’s life by pleading for her to flee, Sakura stands her ground next to Chiyo and advises that Chiyo use her to their advantage, in spite of the “hopelessness” Chiyo admits to, fearing Sasori’s great power.

Even when critically injured by an immense attack, Sakura is on her feet within an instant, determined to fight back.

Again, in spite of a weaponry attack puncturing her body, she actually counters said offence by using her enemy’s movement against them. Thus, saving Chiyo and temporarily immobilising Sasori.

When Sakura recognises spontaneous threat, she instantly (without hesitation) moves to protect Chiyo; saving her life once again, by sacrificing her own. Despite her critical state, her first priority remains ensuring Chiyo’s safety by informing her to take the antidote, whilst she stands between her and Sasori.

📌 Definitions:

Moving on to the technicalities, because if an inability to comprehend (an age-rated 13+) manga wasn’t enough, the lack of intelligence regarding dictionary text is worse:

The actual definition of “useful” means to be competent in a particular area; it is to be practical, helpful, serviceable and used for purpose. Sakura is a healer… As such, those adjectives apply to her tenfold!

📌 Examples of ‘usefulness’:

Usefulness is not measured by throwing punches, especially by exact definition. It is much more useful, by actual meaning of the word, to heal and help out; to be sure that those on the front-lines don’t die. But whilst we’re on the topic of “throwing punches”:

She punched Kaguya, an actual God, in the damn cranium. The action shattered and broke off said deity’s horn, and was the reason why she was able to be defeated in battle; after having escaped from Naruto and Sasuke, subsequently prompting Sakura to blast her back into their (attempted) seal. [ Chapter 689. ]

She knocked out Shin [ in chapter 6 of Gaiden ] with a single punch, causing him to need organ transplants. Both Naruto and Sasuke had great difficulty taking out said villain, and had it not have been for Sakura, they could have been killed or critically injured.

She took out the most of the Juubi army; more than any other shinobi on-panel. [ Chapter 632. ]

She utterly demolished the mountain/boulder threshold, exposing entry to the Akatsuki’s hideout (where they were detaining Gaara). [ Chapter 263. ]

Sakura also ranked 2nd on the Top Three ‘Shinobi I Want To Fight’ in the 3rd Databook, after Naruto and before Kakashi.

Returning to her medical capabilities and the usefulness of such:

She performed incredible medical ninjutsu to such a degree of manually pumping Naruto’s heart with her hand and saving his life with her delicately precise abilities, all whilst administering CPR. [ Chapter 662 - 663. ]

She saved Hinata’s life. ↳ Although it is sometimes falsely believed that Pain had killed Hinata and Nagato revived her using Rinne Tensei, it was actually Sakura that saved her life; healing a very injured Hinata. This is stated in chapter 441 by Katsuyu and Tenten, and validated by chapter 449, wherein Nagato revives Fukasaku, Shizune and Kakashi (i.e. those that died). In chapter 441, Tenten notes that Hinata’s wounds – whilst not severe enough to die from instantly – would indeed have been fatal without Sakura’s intervention.

She saved Karin’s life; healing her punctured respiratory and cardiovascular organs, and closing up the sizeable open wound from (what otherwise would have been) her fatal stabbing to the chest. [ Chapter 484. ]

She directly removes the poison from Kankuro’s body, saving his life. She does such almost instantly and with little effort, managing to perform the act in a mere two panels, unaided. Even esteemed medical expert, Chiyo – whose specialty is neutralising poisons – could not accomplish such a task (as stated above). [ Chapter 253. ]

In conclusion to this above segment: Sakura has saved countless lives. Talk about “useful”.

A lie that Studio Pierrot have tried to perpetuate is the idea that all of the kunoichi have the skill required to perform medical ninjutsu – a delicate practice and major skill – presumably to further take away from Sakura’s incredible feat in possessing these talents. However, this is not canon! Hinata, for example, is not a medical ninjutsu user, despite various fillers depicting such.

As Databook 3 states:

“Mastering medical ninjutsu is extremely difficult since one must be able to delicately control chakra, as well as have extensive knowledge and perseverance.”

“In order to apply medical ninjutsu in the midst of battle, one must have considerable skills.” ↳ “The ability to heal oneself even while being attacked is the pinnacle of external injury treatment.”

“[Medical Ninjutsu: Cellular Extraction Healing] demands diagnostic abilities to spot the afflicted area, the skill to make an incision, and incredibly precise control of chakra.” ↳ “It is categorised as among the most difficult of medical ninjutsu.”

“Medial ninja are required to possess many skills, including delicate control of chakra and knowledge of the human body & medicines.” ↳ “Medical ninja must also possess the the knowledge and skill to prepare medicines.”

“[…]there remains a shortage of people who are capable of using this jutsu with complete command. It remains a difficult to achieve, but invaluable, jutsu.”

In addition, regarding Chakra Enhanced Strength:

“Medical ninjutsu can shatter stone and heal almost every injury.”

“[Chakra Enhanced Strength] is a ninjutsu that requires extremely precise chakra control. One must knead chakra internally, then in an instant, concentrate it all into the fist.”

“[In reference to Taijutsu] Okasho: Sakura Strike is an adaptation of medical ninjutsu that requires delicate chakra control and concentration. Chakra of the greatest intensity developed instantaneously in the body is concentrated entirely in the right fist.”

Moving on, despite many ‘antis’ arguing that she does nothing for the story itself, Sakura has actually also been one of the most useful influences on the plot too:

She was the (singular) one who discovered and prevented the White Zetsu ambush. [ Chapter 540. ] ↳ This also relates to the “throwing punches” segment.

She saved Sasuke by aiding Obito with her immense chakra prowess, utilising her Byakugo’s reserve and exercising her expert precision and control. [ Chapter 685. ]

She assisted in healing the entire village (civilians and shinobi) during Pain’s Invasion, in addition to effortlessly and single-handedly taking down Pain’s Chikushodo. [ Chapter 421. ] ↳ This also relates to both the “throwing punches” and ‘medical capabilities’ segments.

Additionally, her actual plot-relevance and impact on the story can also measure her ‘usefulness’; in the sense of her role and simple presence itself. To elaborate, she was frequently a reason behind both of her teammates’ key actions. Two examples of many:

She was the reason Sasuke was able to control his Curse Seal; she was the reason why such hatred and power was awoken and subsequently unleashed, upon seeing what the Sound did to her.

She triggered Naruto’s determination in his Tailed Beast training; when he fought to master the Kyuubi’s power because he had hurt Sakura and was desperate to control that side of him to avoid putting her in danger/harming her again.

If you re-read even the opening details to many of the plot-points throughout the manga, Sakura is the initial, simple trigger to a lot of them. Whilst this argument seems insubstantial in comparison to most of the above, it is necessary in the debate of her alleged “uselessness” in the story, as many believe the narrative could stand without her, which is absurd.

Also, don’t forget that Sakura saved the main character himself from dying twice in less than 50 chapters (p.s. thank you to winter-serenade for these underrated scenes):

Chapter 11 – When she saved Naruto from being decapitated by Zabuza, also showcasing her quick reflexes.

Chapter 49 – Again, an overlooked moment wherein Sakura saves an unconscious Naruto from falling to his death from such a height. She throws a kunai with incredible precision, pinning him to the tree and preventing him from splatting on the ground at the age of 12.

Sakura was fundamental to the narrative; providing plot substance and flow to a lot of the events that unfolded. She offered the voice of explanation to the readers; e.g. she was a primary focus in the Chunin Exams’ written exam, among other moments – a major plot device and extremely useful in letting the audience know crucial facts.

📌 Intelligence:

In relation to the Chunin Exams, another key feature to Sakura’s character was her esteemed intelligence. Her intellect ranked far above the majority of her generation, par Shikamaru. (Yet said ranking is only in practice – not theory – as she surpassed him academically, most likely since he didn’t try.) She is repeatedly stated to be one of the smartest shinobi, even before graduating to Genin level. She’s acknowledged as the cleverest kunoichi in her generation, eventually developing into one of the smartest kunoichi all-inclusively by parts two and three.

Sakura was able to answer the questions in the Chunin exam with her own knowledge… Being, of course, that the manga commented on the exam’s intense difficulty, in that no Genin should have had the ability to calculate and decipher those questions. To compare, both Sasuke and Neji – acclaimed geniuses of their generation – had to cheat.

Chapter 24 – Kakashi.

➔ “Sakura is the brightest in the village.”

Chapter 36 – Sasuke.

➔ “Your analytical ability ad genjutsu know-how is the most improved on our team.”

Chapter 42 – Ino.

➔ “Sakura… I will acknowledge the size of your forehead and your intelligence, so be thankful…”

Quotes from the Naruto Official Fanbook:

“She has a strong sense of responsibility, and the brains to back it up.”

“She’s easily one of the most intelligent[…]”

“[…]has a first rate mind.”

📌 Pre-“Shippuden” Sakura:

Sakura is often labelled “useless” especially in part one, in spite of the above details that excel her passed the majority of the character line-up. Kishimoto’s ‘Official Fanbook’ (referenced above) also states that she was “evenly matched” in ability with Ino at this time; emphasising that “their physical strength is identical”. This being a feat, of course, because the same book reveals that Ino graduated at the top of the academy, even above Sasuke (with him falling short due to his teamwork grades).

Other qualities Genin Sakura showcased included:

Having greater chakra control than both of her teammates and the rest of her generation in general, most notably Sasuke (what with his level of acclaimed talent then and throughout). ↳ She excelled past them in this skill even at Genin level, on her first try at the [tree-climbing] exercise, with zero prior training. This feat carried through to her mastering of medical ninjutsu and Tsunade’s other S-Class techniques.

Her level of competence, maturity and judgement in protecting Naruto and Sasuke on her own in the Forest of Death, whilst they were unconscious. ↳ She cared for and treated them, as well as rationally took precaution through setting traps to guard them whilst vulnerable. She was able to successfully fool the Sound with a “basic jutsu”, and put her life on the line; enduring numerous kunai to the body, blows to the head, etc. She protected her comrades by taking on the Sound, 1 V 3.

Chapter 50 to 51 – Protecting and caring for them.

Chapter 54 – Successfully fooling the Sound with a “basic” (quote by Zaku) Substitute Jutsu twice in a row, cleverly setting up to fool them again with a real attack, which they thought would be another trick.

Chapter 53 to 54 – Putting her life on the line to save her comrades, enduring numerous kunai to the body and blows to the head.

Putting her life on the line to protect her comrade(s) and proving her relation to the plot’s relevance again.

Chapter 129 – Remember also that her actions in his scene prompted Gaara to relive and thus reveal his backstory, allowing Naruto to connect with him and essentially turn Gaara ‘good’.

Her perception and genjutsu know-how. ↳ Sakura is the first to notice and explain the illusion Kotetsu and Izumo play on them before the exam (as commented on by Sasuke), regarded as a mini test to qualify them into the written exam. She is also one of Konoha’s only Genin able to resist the genjutsu during Orochimaru’s invasion, alongside only two others (Shikamaru and Sasuke); with those capable of such deflection regarded by the Sound as “elite”.

Chapter 36.

Chapter 114.

➔ “Heh… The Leaf elite are impressive. Using genjutsu deflection.”

📌 (More) databook entries:

Sakura is attributed as having exceptional genjutsu skills by others in the manga and stated within the databooks, despite us rarely seeing such depicted all too much in canon. The Naruto Official Fanbook states:

She is a “tough kunoichi with a talent for genjutsu”.

“With her talent for genjutsu, Sakura should become a good kunoichi with little hard work.”

“Kakashi has already noticed her aptitude for genjutsu.”

As referenced numerous times in this post, Sakura is of course stated in the fourth official databook [Jin no Sho] to not only now be on par with Naruto and Sasuke (achieving her dream of finally catching up to them), but also to have surpassed Tsunade.

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And whilst we’re on the subject of acknowledgements and with relation back to Jiraiya’s comment on “that beauty and strength”, I also want to mention that Sakura was one of only three or four kunoichi in canon to actually be regarded for her beauty (with the others being Sakura’s predecessors; no-one else in her generation). Numerous characters have complimented her appearance, an area Studio Pierrot butchered and fabricated a great deal of lies about, just as much as they did everything else in the series, her usefulness being just one.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my long-ass TED Talk. ✌🏼 Dedicated to: @cherryblossombombs!

“[…] and now, the cherry blossom of the battlefield is in full bloom!” 🌸

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Ayo Edebiri wearing MIU MIU – The Today Show (2022)

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Resource Post: Blue Lock Light Novel Translations

Volume 1: Isagi, Nagi and Bachira

Isagi part 1

Isagi part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)

Nagi part 1

Nagi part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)

Nagi (full) (translated by mzk_70)

Bachira part 1

Bachira part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)

Illustrations (sourced from Hoshi801_ and around the web)

Volume 2: Chigiri, Reo and Rin

Chigiri part 1

Chigiri part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)

Reo (full) (translated by mzk_70)

Rin part 1

Rin part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)

Illustrations (sourced from Hoshi801_ and around the web)

Volume 3: Niko, Kunigami and Hiori

Niko (full) (translated by carbunnyra)

Kunigami part 1

Kunigami part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)

Hiori part 1

Hiori part 2 (translated by Hoshi801_)

Illustrations (sourced from Hoshi801_ and around the web)

Volume 4: Barou, Aryu, Yukimiya

Release date 17 July 2024

Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Lock or any of its characters. Blue Lock was created by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and Nomura Yusuke. The light novels were written by Moegi Momo. All rights belong to the publisher, Kodansha. These are fan translations of the original Japanese and distributed for entertainment only.

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I'm going to kill myself. I already wrote a draft and when I saved it, nothing I wrote was found. My time was wasted😭😭😭

Tumblr you really need to fix this, at least make a writing's history💔😔

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When I catch you rikky, when I catch you rikky

LOOKING OUT FOR YOU — KARASU TABITO

SYNOPSIS: karasu tabito has always looked out for you. when you meet his best friend, otoya, that fact still does not change.

note: lol sorry guys i felt a little silly

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You have known Karasu Tabito since you have been in diapers.

It's always been a known fact. Your mothers met each other at the hospital, became friends, and eventually, you two met. That fateful day, you met Karasu Tabito and your life has never been void of him since.

At age three, you two went out to a waterpark and that was the first time he kissed you.

(It wasn't really a kiss—you accidentally fell on top of him after sliding down a waterslide, he promised he'd catch you, and he did—his mouth just happened to land on yours). You were so disgusted you started to cry—he gagged and ran away.

At age five and a half, you both had your first sleepover. He had a big scary dog that was almost as big as you were and scared you half to death. You were so terrified of the thing you refused to let go of the bottom of his stupid purple Megatron shirt.

You spent the entire night sleeping by his side, and he never once softened his grip on you—it was the only thing that lulled you to sleep. Your mom still had photos of you clinging onto him like it was life or death.

At age twelve, you two entered middle school together. You've never spent a day without him—so it was quite strange when you were forced to enter a strange, new class—and even weirder when your female classmates gave you both googly eyes and always giggled whenever you were around. You never really understood what they meant by this—and to this day, you still don't.

You and Karasu Tabito have known each other since you two were able to walk, and because of this fact, you've never once noticed the way he looks at you.

The soft stares, small smiles (not those stupid, cocky smirks that he holds when he's out on the field—but rather, a grin that curls up on his lips and makes his cheeks grow pink), and the thoughtful, almost unnoticeable actions he takes only for you.

You've never seen it—not now, not never, is what he's hoping. If there is one thing Karasu Tabito shall never do, is tell you what he's done. He'll wait, maybe for a day he will see you stare at him with just as much fondness, or when your touch will linger on his upper arm for a minute too long.

He's always been good at analyzing people—and when he's known you for so long, you've surely become no exception. It was a habit you hated so much, but one he never seemed to be able to get rid of—only able to hide, for the sake of your wellbeing. He's grown soft, he thinks, every single night after he's lying alone in his bed and staring blankly up at the ceiling. He has grown soft for you, his best friend since childhood. But that isn't so much of a bad thing, he thinks again.

He doesn't mind all that much.

The crow, once wild and rowdy, is content with the preening it receives from its owner—and learns to love its life trapped inside the golden cage. He will wait, patiently, for the day you would fall for him—at least, that is what he was originally planning to do.

At age eighteen, he introduced you to his best friend, Otoya Eita. A notorious football player, playboy, and womanizer. There is a good reason Karasu had waited so long to introduce his two closest friends together, and that is because Otoya had quite a history with all of Karasu's female friends.

He's told him to quit it, to stop—but it's never been as serious as it is now.

"Seriously man, don't with her." Karasu sits beside his friend with narrowed eyes and a frown. Otoya's expression is nonchalant as ever, except with a singular brow raised in question.

"What's got you so pissed? I didn't even say anything."

"I know you. Don't, dude. She's different, okay? I don't care about whatever happened with the others, but you seriously need to lay off."

Otoya raises his hands in mock defence, half-lidded eyes widening ever-so-slightly. "Alright. Promise. I won't do anything."

Karasu raises a brow, staring at his whistling buddy from the corner of his eye—he couldn't help but doubt him. Still, he was his closest friend from Blue Lock, and he should do well to trust that said friend—even if Karasu Tabito should know better.

He really should've known better.

As soon as Otoya caught sight of you—he slid next to you, ever so casually—with his phone stuck out and a small smile playing on his lips—asking for your number. You were shocked, of course, and Tabito had no shortage of criticism regarding his green-striped friend to speak to you—still, he was pretty cute, and pretty charming, with that grin.

So, despite your better judgement, and to Karasu's horror—you momentarily forget his words and nod—still in shocked silence—and pass him your phone.

Karasu doesn't think he's ever seen Otoya that happy. Still, you don't look uncomfortable—even with that gross, stupid man pressed right to your side—so Karasu holds his tongue and simply chews down, hard, on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cursing his friend out.

The crow introduces the both of you together, and it does not take long at all before, he, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table from you two, becomes the so-called third wheel.

Karasu Tabito could only stare in silence as you and Otoya, surprisingly, held a decent conversation.

Tabito nearly socked Eita in the face when he slid his arm around you and winked—a cheesy, stupid action that could make even the most romantic author gag in horror.

Even so, you smile—and Tabito's heart drops to his stomach.

...

Karasu had mostly forgotten about this moment for a good week—choosing to just enjoy your presence after that. However, after that week of peace, he was rudely reminded just how persistent Otoya could be with girls.

"Otoya... is a nice guy." You point at your phone, showing it to your best friend with a smile. Your cheeks are flushed pink as you type back a response to his message—but it's half-written and unsent when Karasu snatches the device out of your hands.

He's never seen something so disgusting. It's vile. It's horrible. It's so gross.

"What the fuck?" He curses absentmindedly, eyes wide with disgusted shock as he reads over your conversations. At first, it was about Karasu and both your friendships with him—but those conversations soon turned into deeper, personal talks that you'd never shared with anybody but him.

You try and grab at your device—he pulls that stupid move where he holds it up higher than you can reach—you practically fall into his arms trying to grab the phone, "Tabito!! Give it back!!"

"Are you serious?" He looks down at you with furrowed brows and lips pulled taut downwards. He steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, eyes narrowed sharply. "I told you not to fall for this. Didn't I tell you about what he does to girls? I told you not to talk to him!"

Before this, you've never gotten truly angry at him. Sure, you'd fight—but not even an hour later, either one of you would come back and apologise for whatever petty thing had transpired in the fight. That was just how your friendship was, and he never thought it would change.

Not until now, that is.

You look up at him with a deep frown and an angry stare—not the kittenish one that makes him laugh and ruffle your hair, but a different type of stare—where you are trying to dig knives into his skull and he thinks all the breath has been stolen from his lungs, "Why do you always do this? You always act like this whenever I try and talk to a guy—but this time, you're really acting like a fool! He's your friend, shouldn't you approve more than the past, oh I don't know, seven?!"

His wide-eyed shock is an opening for you to grab your phone back—so you do, and take a good few steps back.

I'm just... trying to look out for you... However, his thoughts go unspoken in his stupor.

Your voice is quieter now—arms folded underneath your chest and clearly avoiding his gaze, "I think you should go... Tabito. I'll talk to you later."

You murmur and walk away—with each step you take, he thinks he hears his heart shatter a little more inside his chest.

...

He slumps down on his desk with his head in his hands. He doesn't know what to do. He feels so stupid. He hadn't even realised it himself—had he really been so disapproving of all those guys that you'd stopped talking to them completely? And he didn't even know?

He feels more selfish than ever.

He feels sick, actually.

"Hey."

This voice is not one he'd like to hear right now. The source of his problems and pain—Otoya. Karasu groans and doesn't raise his gaze—his chest starts to hurt. "Go away."

He doesn't hear footsteps, so Karasu assumes he does not follow his demand. His thoughts are proven correct when Otoya speaks again, "She told me about whatever happened before."

Karasu clenches his jaw hard to stop himself from speaking. He feels like even more of a piece of shit. He just had to bring it up, didn't he? If he didn't introduce you two, this wouldn't have even happened, anyway. Maybe he should keep his lives separate next time—in whatever life he would live next.

"I know she's your friend and all, and you're super worried about her because of that—but I promise I won't do anything."

Those words make Karasu lift his gaze—tired eyes from the lack of sleep he got last night make his despair abundantly obvious. Still, Otoya's nonchalant expression that he always has plastered on his face does not budge an inch. "I promise you before, too. I won't do anything. I swear. I really like her. Like a lot. I swear, I won't hurt her. If I do, you can beat my ass, and I'll take it. So don't be petty like this, okay?"

The words don't soothe the ache in his chest.

Those words he spoke before, just before Otoya had met you—Karasu was worried about this exact scenario happening. But thinking back on it now—was he even worried about you?

He finds himself doubting it. In fact, it feels so much more natural to say that he was worried about himself. That he'd get hurt like this if this happened.

The lack of response from Karasu gives Otoya the answer he was looking for—the last thing he hears as Otoya walks away is an annoyed sigh.

Karasu is, once again, left alone in his room.

He really wants to collapse and just never wake up. He hates this.

Karasu Tabito really is a selfish man. He wants you all to himself yet never tells you—he truly is the worst man alive.

I... just want you.

That's all. That's all he knows.

His chest aches even more and he thinks his heart may just go beating out of his chest. He grits his teeth, hard, and clenches his fists over his face.

The crow in the golden cage is afraid to let go—so in such an act of desperation, it grabs onto its owner's arm—clinging and screeching before they can possibly move away.

He is selfish. You're all his heart has ever known—and you are all he wants. He thought he could wait and everything would turn out fine—but now, he sees that he was so, so wrong.

...

He'd made up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to tell you. Otherwise, these feelings would rot away in the back of his mind forever and whatever was left after that—and Karasu would die, simply unfulfilled and empty, lacking the love that is you.

The lingering stares, the small touches a bit too close to be friends, the words whispered into your ears late at night when you come to him in tears—all of that can't be for naught.

This couldn't all be for nothing.

He has to tell you. It's now, or never.

He finds himself running down the street in low-hanging pyjama pants and a black tank top—it's cold, really cold on his tanned skin—but he can hardly feel the snow pricking at his skin as his slippers make contact with the damp concrete ground.

He has to tell you.

Otherwise—

He looks around frantically for the spare key your parents keep outside your house. Underneath the potted plant. Right.

He effortlessly lifts the giant pot of aloe vera, and cracks open your door, silently—the first thing he hears is the loud blasting of corny Christmas music, and the sound of your voice laughing along to a song sung by the Whoville residents.

He has to tell you.

His breathing picks up, and he runs forward—however, Tabito is stopped in his tracks, by another voice.

It is Otoya.

If this is truly what heartbreak feels like, then Karasu Tabito is not sure why humans even bother to fall in love. Maybe it is a primal, instinctual reaction that has no logical explanation or meaning to look into—it is simply a blessing, or curse, of nature that cannot be stopped or ignored.

Love is an unexplainable thing.

It makes you feel so many strange things. Foreign, unnatural, and most of all—weird. Love is really, really weird.

It makes you wish to cry, then smile as far as you possible can. It makes your stomach twist with butterflies and makes you have the inexplicable urge to press your lips together with another person. An act of love only shown by humans. An act of love that the crow could never have.

Love makes you selfish, soft, and weak.

But love can also make you giving, tough, and strong.

Love makes Karasu Tabito walk away.

Love makes Karasu Tabito leave you, with the words silent and dead in his mouth.

Even as the cold winter air nips at his nose and he feels like his stomach is trying to collapse in on itself, Karasu Tabito still feels love. This sort of love is so inexplicably strong and all-consuming—a love that he has always felt for you.

The kind of love that will set you free.

Perhaps the crow had dug his talons too deep into its owner—and now, it was left, stuck alone in that golden cage with blood shining on its claws and silent.

Now, it must fly away.

Karasu's always looked out for you—this time, he thinks, maybe, this is the best for both of you.

You looked so happy. You've never looked that happy with him. The thought makes his heart ache and his thoughts jumble up. He stands in the snow—his loose, ungelled hair falls down his neck and snowflakes look like glitter in his deep purple hair.

He really does love you, and that's why he lets you go.

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superyiking · 1 year ago

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I'm thinking of writing a long, continuous fanfic about Blue Lock. It will be a reverse harem, and I'm confused about making it about football or high school. I don't like writing about the players' movements and the atmosphere of the game, so I prefer the second option.

Should I do it or not?

#blue lock kaiser #blue lock #kaiser x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock kurona #bllk kunigami #alexis ness #karasu tabito #noel noa #chigiri hyoma #nagi seishiro #bachira meguru #rin itoshi #itoshi sae #barou shouei #shidou ryusei #otoya eita #oliver aiku #tokimitsu aoshi

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superyiking · 1 year ago

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Gradient Text Tutorial

The link below is how you make text like this

http://jsfiddle.net/j7vLfbw1/22/

If you want specifically rainbow use this site: https://www.html-code-generator.com/html/rainbow-text-generator.php?123 (Same method of adding to a post)

You have to make it in HTML though…

SO TUTORIAL

First how to use the website cause it does look a little intimidating.

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So like I said it looks a bit intimidating BUT All we need to worry about is the stuff in the white section in the bottom right.

Type out your text in the top box.

Pick a colour scheme. From what colour to what colour. (This goes horizontal I don’t know how to switch it to vertical.)

It’ll open up this window which if you’ve used Paint then you know what to do.

After you pick both your colours, hit “Run”

Right Click the box below where you wrote your text, click “Select All” then “Copy“

Now you have the code.

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NOW, How to add in the text to a tumblr post.

Go to the settings button in the top right of the Post Editor/Maker (I don’t know how to do this on mobile but I assume it would be very similar)

and where it says "Rich Text” by “Text Editor” simply change it to HTML.

Then paste in your code.

If you make a post with Rich Text then go to HTML it should automatically make everything into HTML so you don’t have to worry about adding in paragraph spaces or anything. All you have to do is add in the code from the website linked above. (Top site lets you pick two colours while the second only lets you do a type of Rainbow)

I recommend typing out what you want to be different colours so you know where to put the code once you switch it over.

Warning though,

if you switch it from HTML to Rich Text you’ll lose any code (like the text and any links might be “unlinked”).

So I suggest you make everything else in Rich Text first (unless you know how to code HTML) before switching it over to HTML to add in the fancy text.

There’s also the handy preview button so you can see what it’ll look like before you hit post.

Hope this helped someone ^_^

@kitsuonyo

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superyiking · 1 year ago

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I see no difference.

kaiser as chi

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superyiking · 1 year ago

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I am obsessed with your writing🫠💓

This made me want to write a long story of all the blue lock players, but in a different kind of story.

Pls make more chapters like this, the slumber party was another level of creativity especially the ao3 fanfics😭😭

Do another one but not like a slumber, spin the bottle game would be the end of pls I am really begging you to do it😭👉👈💗💗

BEACH DAY — BLUE LOCK

SYNOPSIS: as a manager during the nel, a well-deserved rest was needed. what better way to rest than a fun day in the hot summer air, in a bikini, at the beach?

note: this was originally a special for 100k reads on my wattpad book found (which u should SO read btw #shamelesspromo) but to avoid confusion i edited out a lot of mentions of the manager characters who were included in this short! i really hope you all enjoy!

wc: 6.2k

TODAY

is a completely regular day of fun outings. Shidou had (in)formally organised a beach trip, something you decided would be a good idea. The NEL has been stressful on all of you, whether it be you and the other managers, the players, or even coaches—taking a good day off seemed to be a good idea.

So, you were heading to the beach.

The place where women can wear skimpy bikinis without being called promiscuous names (it would happen anyway—but in a perfect world everybody would mind their own business) and the place where strange men (some of those men may happen to be named Otoya and Aiku) would check out the local fauna dressed in said skimpy bikinis.

It was a fun day of splashing around in the waves, ignoring all problems present in your life, and unwinding in the grainy sand. You miss it. That is why, even though you're sure this will happen to end up in disaster, you agreed.

So, this is what got you in this predicament now—thirty minutes before you had to get there with a ten minute trip driving—that was all that was left for you to remember everything.

Swimming outfit. A change of clothes. Sandals that won't trap sand. What else...

You ponder as you stare down at your duffel bag, filled with everything you need. Money—food stalls at the beach were always ridiculously expensive for no apparent reason, Floaties—you never know when somebody might just need some abrupt saving. Towels—plenty of towels, A robe—you'll probably be a little chilly when you get out of the water.

Apart from the obvious essentials like hair ties, deodorant, sunscreen, keys and whatever other odd things you need whenever you go out—you think you're good to go.

You take a good look at your swimsuit. You haven't worn it in a while. A simple black two-piece with each front piece of fabric being held together with two silver rings—it's a little smaller than you would've liked, but you don't own any other kind, so you decide to just go with it.

You roll up your towel nicely and tuck it into your bag, then zip it up. You stare down at the fat duffel bag that is practically bursting at the seams. You are ready to take on the final boss—the beach.

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You stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom, pulling at the tight elastic band of your bikini. It digs into your skin slightly. Hissing through your teeth—you decide it's nothing, and quickly make your way outside.

With your bag under your arm, you walk out and look around. Two of the other manager girls said they'd saved a spot underneath a bright purple umbrella. It takes little effort to spot it in all its neon glory.

They both sit atop a beach towel, with odd things like sunscreen, keys, and waterproof mascara all scattered around them. You wave a little before you sit down on a part of the towel, taking in the sight of the beautiful beach.

Children running around, adults chasing after them—some guy was even getting told off in the middle of the waves for losing his swim trunks. All in all, the beach was positively bursting with rich energy.

You missed this. You haven't felt this calm in a good while. Dealing with all those rowdy boys vying for your attention—it took a toll on you.

Too bad this peace would not last for too long.

Your phone dings. You pick it up and press on the notification—it's a snap from Shidou. You hesitantly click on the picture and it's a closeup of his left eye—but in the background, you can see the side of the building you had just changed inside, and a shirtless Otoya is trying to kick at somebody.

You don't even have the chance to properly react when a loud yell interrupts your thoughts. You snap your head towards the sound so fast your neck aches—the source was Rin on the floor while, even though a second ago a phone should've been in his hand, Shidou is jumping him.

A smart, sassy quip and loud groans erupts from both you and the other manager girls—you slap your phone down and squeeze your face in your hands.

Perhaps this is the start of doomsday, you think as the overly massive group starts making their way towards you and your blaring purple target of a neon umbrella.

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"[name]!!" Bachira crashes into you—with the way he knocks you both to the sandy ground, he should be playing rugby instead of soccer—and rubs his cheek against yours like a loving cat. "I'm so excited to see you again! You never come by our stratum!!"

He's flat on top of you and the stares you're receiving start to grow uncomfortable. You push back at his chest but he simply opts to sneak his arms around your shoulders, "Bachira...!! Let me... get up..."

It takes the brute force of Barou King Shoei to remove his figure from latching onto yours. With a twitching brow and eyes that could stab daggers into Bachira—a small laugh unintentionally escapes your lips when he talks, "You're all sandy, you disgusting bug. If you get all that sand on the towel, I'll seriously kill you."

Bachira is being held up by the scruff of his water suit like a cat. He dangles in the air and flings himself at Barou next—"Fight me, king!"

"YOU—!!!"

Ignoring the upcoming brawl on the ground, you step over the two and you find your way towards...

"Hello, Isagi."

Your voice seems to make him jump—his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of your face and he looks far too nervous to be speaking to you. "O—Oh... Hello, [name]...! It's good to see you again..."

He's trembling and making such intense eye contact that you wonder if he's okay. His fists are clenched hard beside his body and you think he might just about have a heart attack. "Are you... okay?"

He answers a little too quickly, "Yes! I'm fine, haha, why would you worry about me? I'm totally good! Best I've ever been! Why would you ask? I look okay, right? Well, I gotta go now! I'll see you later, [name]!"

He runs off like he's a high school girl who's just had her first conversation with her senior crush. I can't tell if he's insecure about how he looks or worried about being disrespectful to me.

Maybe it's a mix of both. Isagi is on the slimmer side, compared to guys like Barou. Even though I know he's not, he looks like he's on steroids.

And Isagi's always been worried about being disrespectful to you—worried about overstepping boundaries and making you uncomfortable—at least when he's in his usual, clear state of mind. There's no telling what he's thinking when he stares down at you late at night after a good game with that overconfident, egotistical smirk.

Anyways—he's rushed away by now, and you're just standing here looking all stupid. Oh well. At least you're not alone for too long, because your attention is quickly stolen away by a certain trio.

Karasu, Otoya, and Yukimiya all come up to you—only one bothers to wave or even smile (there's no surprise he's a model—he's seriously gorgeous, you note when glancing down at his torso).

"Hey." The sneaky ninja is not so sneaky anymore, because he doesn't even try and disguise the way he's staring at your chest. He gives you a thumbs up, to which you scowl, "Lookin' good."

"Get your eyes off my chest."

"Sicko." Karasu shakes his head with a disappointed expression. You deadpan.

"You too, stupid crow."

"Did your mothers not teach you respect?" Yukimiya clicks his tongue—eyes fluttering closed as he shakes his head. He soon turns his head towards you and he actually does make eye contact with you—a step above his two friends. "It's nice to see you, [name]. You look very nice. Ignore these two."

You promptly ignore the offended looks shot at the model—you opt to just stare, perhaps a little too dreamily (but you couldn't care less, really), and smile back, "It's nice to see you too, Yukki. Thank you, you look handsome today, too. I was planning on ignoring those two, anyways."

"Woah, that is seriously hurtful." Karasu places a hand over his bare chest where his heart would be. "Too bad I don't care."

You roll your eyes. "Of course you don't, stupid crow."

"Would you stop calling me that?"

"Would you stop staring at my boobs?"

He pauses. "Point taken."

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Having Nagi cling to you during your time at Blue Lock is pretty hard already. Believe it or not, he's 6'2, and believe it or not, having a grown 6'2 man hanging off your side makes it pretty hard to get around.

Having a shirtless, messy-haired Nagi plant himself right on top of you and having his face smushed against the top of your chest is a little worse.

You can feel a burning stare at the back of your head. You're not sure if the stare Reo is giving you is directed at you or the snow-haired boy. (Perhaps it is both and he's just conflicted—you would understand).

"Nagi..." You push back at his head and slowly intertwine your fingers in the white locks. They're softer than you imagined, but the ends are unmistakably dead. You should cut it for him later. "Go swim or something."

You are disappointed (yet, not the slightest bit surprised) when he promptly shakes his head no and proceeds to dig his nose even deeper into your exposed skin. His voice is slightly muffled, but still plausibly understandable, "Nuh-uh. Dun' wanna."

Your eyes twitch. Perhaps you have been spoiling him a little too much—so much so he refuses to leave you be.

"'Cause I didn't wanna go, but then mmmm... uh—Reo told me you were gonna come... and it wouldn't be too much of a hassle if you stayed with me. Hadn't seen you in so long. Missed you."

Right. You forgot he told you that before, too. Perhaps you had been a bit too doting on Nagi—he's clingy-er than you remember. Or perhaps it had been similar to that saying, distance makes the heart grow fonder.

A loud shriek (it sounds far too girly to have come out of Nagi's mouth, but go figure) alerts you and you see Nagi has been grabbed backwards into a headlock by Barou King Shoei. Perhaps he had turned away from the villainous side since your last meeting with him, because right now, he's saved you twice, like a hero.

Nagi doesn't even fight the King's death grip—he flops like a dead fish and it looks rather funny seeing it so closely. Nagi is taller, yet much lankier than Barou, who looks like a bodybuilder compared to the lazy snowhead.

"You're kicking sand all over the towel, Mr Hassleman." Barou snarls and jerks Nagi's head back. The boy doesn't react other than wearing his little :x face. "Go swim it off. Now."

Nagi does not make any visible effort to move. Barou still holds him like a ragdoll in his grip when he turns to look at you—you laugh a little and move your sunhat out of your eyes. "Hi, Barou. It's nice to see that you came. I didn't think you'd like the beach."

He looks a lot different with his hair down, you note. But in a good way. Fallen beneath his shoulders—you wonder why he does not wear it this way more often. He still holds his signature forever pissed-off expression, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think I'm incapable of having fun?"

You pause, with a small grin. "Yeah, kinda."

He gives you a deadpan expression. "You're the same as always, you shit manager."

"I thought our relationship had progressed to the point we'd gotten past these mean names." You place a hand over your chest, a cheeky smile on your lips with a faux-hurt expression. You didn't usually joke around like this—it wasn't really your thing—but he was just far too easy of a target to tease. "I'm hurt, King."

He cocks a brow—you see Nagi trying to wriggle around now, and it's good to know he didn't actually die—"Seriously? Didn't think you were the type of person to care."

"Doesn't matter now. You're gonna swim, right?" With a nod of his head, you break away from his sharp stare and give him a small wave with a closed-eye smile. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Oh yeah—by the way, you look good with your hair down. You should do it more often. Anyways, see you later."

You do not catch the half-hearted wave Nagi sends you—which was just him flopping his arm up in the air—nor do you catch the look Barou throws over his shoulder at you, "... Not too bad yourself."

He says, but you do not catch it.

Nagi stares up at the man with a blank expression, "Who knew you were all sweet on our manager, huh, King?"

The King in question growls like an animal and tosses Nagi into the ocean like a ragdoll, "Shut the fuck up!"

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"Beach volleyball?" Chigiri stares with confusion in his bright pink eyes as Kurona sits on Gagamaru's shoulders—setting up the tall net. His hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and his bangs fall over his eyes. "Are you serious?"

His head turns to yours when you shrug, "Why not? Beach volleyball is super fun. It's not like you guys can play soccer on the sand."

Chigiri pauses to think your words over for a second. You give him the most empty stare you can muster before you speak, "You really can't play soccer on the sand, Chigiri."

"Well, still. Are you gonna play?"

You shake your head and spare him a small smile. "No, I think I'll pass on this one. I'd like to see you play, though. You seem like you'd be really good at volleyball."

He gives you a pretty smile and shakes his head. "Oh, I don't know. I wasn't really planning to play either. I was honestly just thinking of sitting down with you and just relaxing."

"Oh, but I really would like to see you play. I bet you'd be better than anybody else out there, Hyoma." Not to be brass or anything, but you like to think you know a good amount about Chigiri—including how to get him to do what you'd like: Fan his ego. Or to put it in better words, praise him. "I think you'd look pretty cool."

You give him the nicest smile you can muster, and you're sure that's what seals the deal. He turns his head away from yours—yet you can practically sense the smirk he now holds—"Well, if you really think so, why not?"

You laugh a little as he walks onto the court, and each side with six players—even if in official beach volleyball, there were only two on each side, this was the most unofficial game you've ever really witnessed.

Otoya and Karasu are jumping on each other's shoulders in an effort to block the spikes—it only ends in the one on top tumbling to the ground and Yukimiya shaking his head in an I'm not mad, just disappointed motion.

Bachira is using his feet to play, kicking the ball up even when his hands were a completely more viable option—you think this is illegal, but who are you to judge—and Shidou is doing the same thing, except he... is hogging the ball. You aren't even sure how you hog the ball in volleyball, but he's managing it.

Rin is the one who manages to get it away from him but it only ends up in another tussle—something you do not bother to stop because one of the manager are already running toward them with a can of hairspray (which, if you were not previously aware, has the same effect as pepper spray if directed into the eyes).

You loll your head back and let out a heavy sigh. This beach day was going better than you had expected—still, your group by far had gained the most traction from how loud you all ended up being. You've gotten countless stink-eyes from old people, especially when Shidou yells out profanities in the vicinity of little children.

You wonder if the police may get called on you all. Maybe you should pretend you're not in their group as a last-ditch effort if it does end up happening.

You are broken out of your thoughts by a small, almost nervous greeting, "Um... hey, [name]."

You look to where the source of the sound came from—you get an eyeful of Isagi's bare torso before you see his face. He's looking off to the side awkwardly as if the mere action of looking at you would be purgatory, and he looks like he doesn't know what to do with his hands so he grips the end of his swimming shorts awkwardly. It's cute.

"Hi, Isagi." You smile. You shuffle over to create a little more room on the towel you are sitting on. You pat the free spot beside you and nudge your head towards him, "Come sit."

Obediently—you didn't expect him to move so fast—he sits beside you. He still looks stiff and nervous, so you ask him what's up. He responds, quickly but much quieter than his usual calm tone, "I was... um... ah, this is so stupid..."

He sucks in a deep breath of air and turns his back towards you. It's a little more built than you imagined. "I was... just gonna ask if you could put sunscreen on my back... I can't reach, and I trust you more than the... others."

You can practically feel the way his face burns up from how his voice cracks and grows more hushed with every word. To save him from the embarrassment, you decide to spare him from teasing words. "Sure. I don't mind. I'm glad you trust me, Isagi."

The words come out a little more sultry than you intended as you test the waters and place your fingertips on his bare shoulders. He shivers. You can feel it.

You spread the sunscreen all over his back—he places his face in his hands as you work your hands a little lower. When your fingertips brush against the waistband of his shorts he has to bite back a small groan. This was utterly humiliating for him—seriously, this was sad.

You're not completely oblivious to this fact, so in a menial act of pity for the poor guy, you try and finish up as quickly as possible—if only to save him from the embarrassment.

It feels far too intimate to be just a friendly gesture. He wonders if you feel that way too. You lightly rest your palms on his tense shoulders when you are done, sitting on your knees and leaning your face near his own, "Done."

He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat. He swallows thickly, blunt nails digging into his palms as he shuffles around so he faces you. The words that come out of his mouth are a little shakier than he would've liked, "T... Thanks... [name]."

The smile you have plastered on your face is nothing short of pretty, he thinks. "No problem. You can come to me if you need anything, okay?"

Why do you have to say things like that, [name]?

Isagi gives you a small nod, and practically forces a wavy smile onto his lips. "Yeah... You're really helpful, you know that?"

You laugh. "I know."

The mood between you two is calm and the strange tension from before has dissipated. You're smiling from ear to ear, about to say something—when Isagi's demeanour changes completely. You're not too sure why, but he seems to spot something behind you and his eyes completely shift.

Gone is the meek and shy boy, and in his place is a coy, smiling man. He places a hand on your upper arm—it makes you jolt and look at him in surprise. A second ago, he couldn't even look you in the eye, and now, he was shuffling closer towards you like it was the most natural thing ever.

"Anything, right?" He finally speaks, and he moves his hand up, away from your arm and it lightly traces underneath your jaw. He looks deeply into your eyes, but still keeps glancing behind you. "Can I do this?"

You do not get a chance to ask what this happens to be—although, it does not take a genius to figure it out, and you are no genius—or even spare him an answer before he grabs your hardcover novel and holds it up in front of where the two of your lips meet—covering your kiss from the other players that surround you all.

He doesn't dare take this further than a small kiss—yet, it wouldn't be considered a simple peck either. His hand holds the underside of your jaw lightly and tilts your head up so he can easily feel you and the back of the hard-cover book feels cool against your cheek.

You'd like to believe the reason your cheeks are on fire is from the blaring heat of the sun shining down on you—even though you are underneath the shade of that purple umbrella. His lips taste sweet, like a fruity drink. You think a stall nearby is serving something similar to that.

You can feel his smile against your lips, and he seems to be all too happy to have you like this. He tilts your face forward and your body has to follow—to the point you practically collapse into his lap. It feels much more intimate now that you can feel his bare skin against your own.

Isagi moves his hand down from your jaw down toward your waist, holding you taut against him and letting his fingertips rest in the dip of your back.

You finally end up moving backwards, and your sunhat almost falls off your head—Isagi quickly readjusts it when he pulls away. He gives you a sweet smile—though, it grows more cocky when he glances behind you again—and says, "You really are helpful, [name]."

You blush a little but still retain that same smile when his hands trace down your spine gently, romantically. "I know."

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

Isagi joins in on the beach volleyball fun with Nagi after Rin and Shidou leave in favour of taking a dip in the sea (you think you hear Shidou saying something about skinny-dipping, and you pray to every god imaginable you heard wrong), so you are left to yourself once more.

You are perfectly content. Your sunhat lay on the towel beside you and your legs are peeked out in the sun—reading your book where you last left off.

Your life is perfectly calm until it is not.

Hands suddenly cover your vision and all you see is darkness. You jerk your head up and are about to say something when a heavily accented voice suddenly rings out throughout your ears, "Guess who?"

You could recognise that voice in your sleep from how often it haunts your dreams. You recognise that voice even before you hear it. You slump down where you sit, letting out a heavy, almost tired sigh. "Kaiser..."

"Ah! How did you guess it so easily, hübsches Mädchen?" He removes the hands blocking your vision and he suddenly plops himself down, right in front of you—of course, his little guard dog is right by his side, sporting his usual guileless expression. "Perhaps you think of me far too often, hm? Also, I told you to call me Michael. We are closer than that, no?"

You shake your head, eyes slightly squinted at him. "I don't know about that. Hello, Ness."

The puppy-dog boy waves his hand at you, clearly delighted. "Hello, [name]!"

Kaiser looks annoyed at this interaction. He scoffs, rolling his electric blue eyes and waving you off mindlessly, lashes fluttering closed, "Whatever. I cannot believe you're just reading at the beach."

You raise a brow. "What's wrong with that?"

He picks up the book by its spine and tosses it nonchalantly on the towel beside you, lips curled downwards into a sneer, "It's terribly dorky. You look like a huge dork."

"You sound like you care about that more than me."

"I don't want my love interest to look like a huge geek. Appearances matter a lot, you know." Yeah, you make that really clear. He abruptly stands up—Ness scrambles to get up as well—and looks down at you, finger curling upwards towards you like he's beckoning you to follow him. "Come on."

You blink with your nose scrunched up. "Excuse me?"

He coughs into a closed fist, looking up at the bright blue sky so he doesn't have to meet your gaze. He still holds a hand out to you, "Come on. Don't keep me waiting."

You're so shocked that you actually find yourself following after him—though, you do not take his outstretched hand and it is left hanging awkwardly. Ness would've taken it.

Your sandals flop on the sand as you walk down the beach, past families and couples and people simply wanting to tan—you follow behind Kaiser in silence while Ness walks beside you. You hope people don't think of you three as a throuple. That would absolutely not be good for your image whatsoever.

You pause as soon as you realise exactly where he is leading you. He's stepped halfway into the water when you halt your movements right before the splash of a wave hits your toes.

"Yeah, no thanks." You abruptly turn on your heel and proceed to try and make a getaway—you don't get too far until Ness grabs your wrist and tugs you backwards. You tumble into him—somehow, he doesn't fall over and only grabs your upper arms in his hands with a frantic expression.

"Please, [name]! Kaiser really wants to swim with you!"

Kaiser hisses through his teeth lowly and stares at Ness like he's just cursed out his mother, "What the hell, Ness?! I never said that!"

The small boy does not make it very subtle when he gasps in shock. Ness slaps his hands over his mouth and shakes his head—his voice is muffled when he speaks, but you can still understand slightly, "I—I never said that! Nobody said that!"

He's so embarrassed the poor boy rushes into the water and disappears beneath the waves. You wonder if he has become one with the sea. In the distance, you can see Kurona and Hiori chilling on a large unicorn floatie—with drinks and colourful straws—that should've only been able to fit one person.

You and Kaiser are now just staring at each other in very much awkward silence. You take a languid step back. "Well... If you don't want to swim..."

Once again, you do not get the chance to dash away because he's grabbed you and pulled you into his grasp before you could even react. You look at him with wide eyes—but you're practically putty in his hands when he bends down and clasps his arms over the back of your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder like a menial sack of potatoes.

Your sandals fall off your feet as soon as you find yourself tucked over him—you let out a very loud, very offended, very embarrassed gasp of shock, "What the hell... ?! Kaiser—put me down! Sick bastard!"

Your words have no visible effect on him. Your head slumps down when you feel him walking, and your hair hangs over your head. You get a good eyeful of his back. He's also more muscular than you imagined. Makes sense why he could even do this. That doesn't mean you're not pissed, though.

You can't see his face, but you can practically envision his signature cocky smirk and how it paints his stupidly handsome features, "I'm all fine, hübsches Mädchen. Are you ready?"

Huh? Ready for what—!!!

You feel so indiscriminately stupid for even asking this question—you should've already known the answer—because you suddenly find yourself collapsing into the water, salt filling each of your senses and the loud noises of children screaming around you fading to muffled nothingness.

You jump up as fast as you can—you're just tall enough so you can stand with your chest above the waves. You start coughing to try and get the small amount of water you happened to swallow out of your system—your hair is now wet with the water and is suddenly heavier, and you're shivering cold.

Kaiser, the asshole he is, is laughing wildly at your expression. You push your hair away from your vision and you receive an earful of his—stupidly charming—laughter. His hands clamp over his mouth in a last-ditch effort to muffle himself, which only makes your face flush hotter with anger and your chest tightens.

You want to yell and scream into his face, but you choose the better way out. You puff your cheeks out and hold your breath as you dive back under, swimming behind him and slamming your foot into the back of his knees so that he tumbles forward, face-first into the water.

You've never felt prouder of yourself.

You bob your head back up and start to laugh wickedly now—it was his turn to look like a drowned rat. When his head comes above water, you can't help the tears of laughter that brim across your waterline when he gives you a deadpan, silently fuming glare.

His wet bangs cling to his face (somehow, it suited him—the mere thought made you feel a little angry, in the way that your stomach started to feel all weird and your heart skipped a beat or two) and his red eyeliner is smeared down his cheek. He pushes his blonde hair back, so that his damp bangs fall over his left eye and his hair is parted strangely to the side.

"Hmph." He looks away from your figure—you have to cling onto his shoulder to stop yourself from falling over, and your chest heaves up and down wildly to breathe. "I don't know what you find so funny."

You look up at him from your slumped position, eyes squinted upwards and you're practically sparkling with joy, "You... you look hilarious! Ahahaha—look at you! I can't—" Your words are cut off by your gasps for air.

Kaiser does not look the least bit impressed. He stares down at where your cheek is planted on the side of his neck, right where the blue rose lies. His hands stabilise you by falling into the small of your back—right where Isagi's fingertips once touched.

You finally regain your composure and move away from how you were practically pressed up against him—your cheeks are starting to hurt from how hard you were smiling, and you now sport a much calmer sort of grin when you stare up at him. "Ah... I'm sorry—don't look so mad—"

He rolls his eyes, which makes you chuckle, hands resting on his shoulders, "Oh come on... don't look at me like that... I'm sorry..." Your tone is far too playful to sound apologetic. He is slightly enjoying the attention you bestow upon him, but the thought makes his head hurt so he chooses not to reflect on it. "Michael..."

Fuck. His name sounds so nice coming out of your mouth.

He still keeps up the annoyed act, however, even when you grin up at him with that stupidly pretty, stupidly knowing look, "Don't be like that... I'm sorry, okay? What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"

The blonde pauses, blinking owlishly and looking down at you. You are still smiling, and he can feel your heart beating loudly in your chest. You almost look dazed, probably from your previous session of full-blown laughter.

His hands still rest lowly on your hips. He moves one and tilts your chin up with his thumb, "Hm." A smirk coils onto his lips and in an instant you can see the happiness that practically radiates off his being. "I think this will suffice, for now."

He leans forward, and suddenly, he is kissing you. Unlike Isagi—he wastes not a second to slip his tongue between your lips and kisses you as deeply and passionately as he can muster—it's so Kaiser, so him that it makes your stomach twist within itself.

His hands run down the side of your body—the places where his rough fingertips meet the skin that you usually cover with clothing make you jolt and goosebumps form on your wet skin.

His bangs tickle your cheek and despite how wet they are, they are soft. His left, tattooed hand finds itself on the side of your stomach and his blunt nails sink into the soft flesh—he grabs at whatever he can get his hands on. It's lowly and desperate and so unbefitting, so uncharacteristic of him—but in this moment, he can hardly find it within himself to care.

The hot sun beams down on you both and it causes your head to grow all hot and fuzzy—Kaiser's natural warm body heat is not helping either. You're feeling so much all at once that your hands unconsciously place themselves on his bare chest in a small attempt to create a sliver of distance between you two.

It does not work. Your torso leaves no room or gap as you're sunken into his arms—it makes him groan into your mouth and god, you almost feel sick to your stomach when you realise your first thought after hearing it is that you really want him to do it again.

You're not underwater anymore, but you might as well be. Every sense is muffled—the children screaming, the cool, glittery water that surrounds your bodies, even the blackness that clouds your closed-lidded vision—all you can feel is him, his tongue in your mouth and his hands running all over the smoothness of your skin.

Suddenly, you feel your lungs aching, and you realise you need air. You try to pull away—but his face follows yours like he's a mindless dog, and you could've laughed at it if you had not been so stripped of oxygen. You need air and yet he's kissing you like you are his air—it's a fact that makes your cheeks flush red hot.

The only option you can think of is the next action you take—you squeeze your hand out of where he presses your chests impossibly close and entangle them within his damp, blonde locks—tugging backwards and forcing him to leave the slightest amount of space between your mouths, so you can gasp for air.

Your hand tugging at Kaiser's long hair, hard, and you hotly panting into his mouth—he'd rather be caught dead than admit this aloud, but it doesn't feel half bad.

Your eyes crack open slightly, and you have to choke down a laugh when staring at his expression. His face is flushed bright red—compared to his usual pale complexion—and his squinted cerulean eyes are clouded with unmistakable desirable passionate lust.

"Scheiße, hübsches Mädchen." He curses lowly, chest rising and falling erratically as he pulls you in even closer—if that were possible. You can feel every ridge and bump of his hard torso against you and the smirk that pulls across his lips makes your heart pound. "You make my heart race."

When your breathing starts to even, he closes the gap between you both once more, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down—you whine into him and he kisses you softly as some sort of minor apology—you'd never hear the word sorry come out of his lips, after all. His hand dips down to trace up and down your spine, while the other rests below your ass.

He slides his lips away from yours, down your neck and he rests his face in the crook between your neck and shoulders—pressing languid, open-mouthed kisses against the salty skin. His hair falls over his shoulder and trickles into the water like molten honey—it flutters around in the sea and he looks stupidly gorgeous like this.

Now that he's not blocking your vision nor taking over each of your senses, you can see now see the distant figures of your friends all playing together in the sea, including that of Isagi. He's talking together with the others and having fun while you're over here, making out with one of his most hated rivals.

Still, you can't find it within yourself to give it a second thought when his teeth sink into your neck, and his hands tighten around your upper thighs. He lifts his head after you whimper a little and push him back—he follows where your eyes lead and you're sure he also happens to see the head of your dear friend.

The smile that curls across his lips is nothing short of dangerous. "Oh, is that Yoichi? Are you worried about him seeing us?" You do not give him a verbal answer, but the way you look down and the way your lips tremble gives him everything he needs. "How cute. No worries."

He lifts his face and all you can see is him. His hair falls over his shoulder and his bangs tickle your cheek once more. His touch is undeniably soft despite the carnal look he sports in his sharp, angled eyes. "Why don't we give him a show, hübsches Mädchen?"

He whispers so delicately—you do not have the mind to shake your head no, nor do you protest when he slips his tongue between your obediently open lips once more, hands tucked around your hips.

Your heart will not stop pounding. Kaiser smiles at the fact that he is doing this to you. He smiles at the fact you are like mindless putty in his hands, and he smiles at the fact that he can feel bright blue eyes staring holes into him—there's nothing wrong with showing off, right?

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Fluff:KAISER X FEM READER

About the content: It wasn't a good idea to go to training at night at your school, and it wasn't a good idea to go into the boys' bathroom to clean yourself up either.

"I don't have a good relationship with Michael Kaiser", that's what you thought as you felt daggers pointed at your back as you hid your head in your thick math book. Perhaps you can take refuge from your enemy's intense gazes towards you.You swallowed hard and breathed heavily, thinking that the boy behind you would leave you alone if you stopped breathing. Maybe he was just annoyed by your usually loud voice, or maybe not.

“Is he staring again?” you whispered softly, as if you were passing on secret information about your country’s betrayal to your friend who was sitting next to you and she was carelessly doing her nails. Everyone in the class was either relaxed or messing around, cause your philosophy professor was literally explaining in slow motion and no one was listening. You understood why they call him zero point five.

Your friend took her makeup mirror and tilted it at an angle to see Michel Kaiser staring at you with eyes that exuded evil and hatred.

"Yep!" She took her mirror back and put it aside and went back to tending to her nails, which were painted a simple gelatinous pink, not really caring how terrified you were.

"You bitch! What use are you as a friend if you can't rid me of this bastard?" You spoke quietly for fear that someone would hear you cursing. Unfortunately, a muffled laugh came from behind you and you turned around and noticed Bashira, completely burying his face on the table and his body shaking as if he had been electrocuted, next to him was Isagi who waved at you while he was smiling as usual, so you smiled back and gave him a candy that was hidden in the pocket of your skirt since it was not your favorite taste. He whispered, “Thank you,” and your cheeks turned red, You try to look at everything except him, but your eyes land on the boy with blond, blue hair and a strange haircut, as he looks into your eyes with the most hateful look you have ever seen. His face wrinkles and his teeth show in a grimace It sent shivers through your entire body, causing you to stand up immediately, making a noise that turned all eyes towards you.

"Can I go to the bathroom?''

You turned off the faucet with abundant flowing water, and looked at your reflection in the mirror with your wet face. You heard the bell for the last class of today ringing and a long sigh left your lungs, perhaps relieving the heaviness of the feeling in your heart.

You quickly returned to class and took your bag that your friend had packed while she was waiting for you to leave with her. You apologized and said that you would stay this evening to practice some new moves for the cheerleading team, and she understood the matter.

You waved at her and her figure moved away into the corridor with the rest of the student bodies eager to leave the hell of school. Summer and vacation were coming after two weeks.

You took your training supplies and clothes and went to the hall designated for the cheerleading team, which is the same as the basketball hall. Your high school had two fields, the second was for football since this school is known for training the best players.

Time passed quickly and you did not feel it for a moment because all you were thinking about were those burning blue eyes of him only. Did Kaiser hate you that much? You never communicated with him, fought, or even spoke badly about him? So why?

Your memory brought you back to your first meeting with him, which was in your second year after changing high school.

You were a new student there and you didn't know anyone. Your best friend was studying here, but she always took her first week carelessly and was absent from school the whole time. You were very confused, as this high school was big and you had no knowledge of its paths, so you kept wandering around, shy to ask someone about the way.

All the students, boys and girls, were exchanging hugs and conversations. In the midst of all that noise, you were alone, walking with languid steps and passed by a group of enthusiastic boys, as if they were wrestling. One of them imitated a punch to his friend, who was surprised by it and almost fell had the other to caught him. On the other hand, you were behind him and his bad luck passed on to you, which led to him pushing you from your back and falling like an idiot on the person in front of you.

''Aaaaah!!" Your shout rang throughout the corridor and everyone turned to what the sound was.

You had closed your eyes tightly before you fell, so you opened them very slowly, cursing inside yourself for the embarrassment you caused on your first day, wishing that time would stop and you would hit the wall with all your might, hoping that you would cure your anger.

"Eeeettt, this was so painfull !" You said as you kneeled on your painful knees before opening your eyes, which fell on the most beautiful face you had ever seen before. In front of you, a disturbed and shocked face faced you, its pink lips parted and The most beautiful A degree of blue was trapped inside those widened eyes. You froze completely, your lips trembling from extreme embarrassment, so your face became red after you noticed the position you were in while you were sandwiched between his long legs and everyone’s eyes were staring at both of you.

"I'm so sorry!, I'm really sorry!" You shouted these words, stuttering over some letters, before you quickly got up and fled the place. Ignoring all those frivolous voices talking about you, including the boy who was amazed by what he just saw, as if you were a creature from another world.

You tried to bury the disturbing memory of you away in your mind's graveyard of dead memories, but it would only come back to you every time you went to sleep or met Kaiser from time to time, barely because he was studying with you during your final year.

In the second year, you were lucky to be placed in a different class than his, thus avoiding constant embarrassment for a full nine months and free laser eyes that left marks on your back.

You remember when you ran away at that moment and entered one of the empty classrooms and called directly to your friend who had woken her up from her summer slumber, speaking so quickly that she could not comprehend a single word, to tell you that she would be there when she finished getting ready.

When she came and told her what had happened her mouth hung open To give you information that this boy is one of the best players in the school and is promised to join the national team for boys under twenty years old.

You did not really know that your subconscious mind had tied up many threads that were previously organized and tied them up even more immediately after your friend told you about that. You thought that he was a rude person who got very upset and had a sharp temper that flared up for problems. This is what comes to your mind Whenever you learned that a male was playing football and was one of the popular boys in high school, you prayed to God that night that it would not attract attention and rumors to you from his female fans, and he responded to you.

You stared at the glass ceiling of the hall, and an unusually large number of stars appeared to you in the dark blue sky.

"They look like his eyes." A faint whisper escaped your lips and your attention was drawn to the divine beauty, before you realized what you have just said and slapped your face lightly, asking yourself what nonsense you are saying now.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead with your shirt as you made the last practiced movement, deciding that that was enough for today and that it was time to leave. You poured the water bottle On your sweaty hair, so that the wetness seeped through your clothes, you collected your bag items and turned down the hall, heading towards the girls’ bathroom to wash yourself. Your hand grabbed the handle and moved it repeatedly, but it did not open.

"Oh God please don't tell me this is real not now! no!" You let go of the handle before you could broke it. You're not ready for trouble, and you've had a clean record since you entered this high school, cursing your luck.

You can't leave like this in the middle of the night when your phone's battery is dead, so you can't call your parents to pick you up, and if you walk, you'll probably catch a cold that will leave you bedridden.

You leaned against the wall, trying to think of a quick solution, before an idea occurred to you that you never knew would explain what you had been blind to notice.

You looked right and left while you were on the doorstep of the boys’ bathroom. You were sure that the hallway and the place were empty. You quickly took off your dirty clothes. You pulled your arms back to open your bra. It fell to the floor and then you hid it in the bag. You raised your torso and While you closed it, you decided to stay in your underwear and then remove it later.

Your intuition at that moment told you to turn around, and you did so only to find your alleged enemy standing in front of the door, his eyes wide open.

"kyaaah!!" A terrified scream unconsciously escaped your lips, covering what was visible of your breasts in front of him. What made matters worse was that you heard mixed and loud voices outside, near the door of a group of boys. It must be the football team. My God! You never knew they planned to stay and train like you.

With quick steps and his heart almost exploding, Kaiser quickly walked towards you and took your bag. Then, while you were completely frozen, he pulled you by your arm to the shower place and opened the water tap to its maximum intensity so that drops of semi-hot water fell on everything.

A second passed and the team members started to enter the bathroom with their noise and loud conversations.

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"Keizer wants to quickly escape from here, as if you weren't the king of the field just a minutes before. Great performance!"Ness shouted proudly to his friend, amidst the laughter of the rest.

“Did any of you hear a girl screaming a while ago? I’m sure I did.”

Your eyes widened completely, unable to believe the situation you were in now Kaiser wraps his strong arms around the wall that presses your back, wishing it would swallow you whole.

Kaiser completely covered your body so that neither your shadow nor your figure was visible through the curtain.

Your eyes were in constant contact that did not seem calm at all. Your lips were only two inches apart and you felt his hot breath covering your terrified breathing, he ignored his own and took his index finger to place it on your lips. You quickly felt the warmth of his hand and it sent a stinging sensation to your lips. Considering the height difference, Kaiser tilted himself so that no part of you remained visible.

You pulled your eyes away from his, who flinched in surprise at breaking your eye contact, and his eyes moved to the same direction as yours, who was staring at your completely exposed breasts in front of him. You felt your sockets getting wet and tears falling in a straight line with the streams of water flowing over you both increased the temperature of your bodies, especially your lower ones. Your legs were connected to his due to your slight leaning against the wall.

Kaiser noticed the whites of your eyes that were as red as your face, the trembling of your lips and the biting of them made him feel very bad for every silly second he stared at your chest. He looked away and cursed under his breath for his impudence, while you took your palm to cover your sobs.

Your whole body trembled and you tried to stop yourself from crying, when someone almost pulled the curtain that covered you both to make a joke with Kaiser.

“I'm warning you! Move it, and you'll die at my hands.” Kaiser's harsh voice rang out in the bathroom as he held The end of the curtain is at the top, preventing whoever was about to remove it and exposing both of you in this situation that you will not be able to justify no matter what happens.

The hand that was about to do so stopped and his shadow moved away. Minutes passed and most of them started to leave and only a few remained. You prayed inside yourself that this would go well, and you closed your eyes tightly. You did not know that he had come closer to you Until his chin was right above the top of your head, restraining his thoughts and demons that were telling him to pull back the curtain and show you both to others so that rumors would spread that you were his and the scoundrels would stop sending you confessions. On the other hand, his angels have warned him about this and appealed to him to protect your reputation, which will be destroyed, and the end of the year is nearby.

"I HOPE NOBODY CATCHE US, BUT I KINDA HOPE THEY CATCH US."

Your tears finally stopped after one last hard effort from you. You rubbed your eyes, which were burning with salty tears, before your gaze fell on Kaiser's six-pack muscles visible through the fabric of his wet white training shirt, the blue rose tattoo wraps from his back and arm all the way to his neck. Your eyebrows furrowed In complete confusion, all of this went away when you felt his firm hand moving your wet hair strands away from your face. You raised your eyes up to be met with the view of the midnight sky and the burning stars far away in its depths.

You opened your mouth until your front teeth showed. Oh! if you knew how much he wanted to kiss you at that moment! your cuteness ate his heart just as you stole his mind the first time he saw you. He never knew that a day would come when his heart would have something other than the ball, and surprisingly! it was a person. This put him in a state of complete denial when he felt his heart pumping blood like the excitement has never done on the field. Gradually, he began to realize that the constant pain in his heart, which had put him in a complete state of delirium and insomnia for days on end, still continued whenever his eyes met yours, even for a second was called love. He dreamed of you countless times, and he truly wondered if you were doing the same. His curiosity prompted him to search the net for a long time until he came to the conclusion that if he dreamed about you, it means that you were thinking about or missing him, and in fact! You had dreamed of him several times, waking you up completely sweating in your bed alone and your needy femininity was pulsing with such force, that it prompted you to drag your fingertips and caress your swollen clit while you moaned his name several times. Sometimes you wished he were there to relieve you of the weight of his influence on you, but it was completely impossible since you kept thinking that he hated you.

With the last two people gone and Kaiser making sure that the sound of their footsteps was far away from the bathroom, you quickly pushed Kaiser, who deliberately stepped back to make space for you to get dressed as quickly as possible, not caring for a single moment if you were completely wet.

You passed the doorpost before stopping and turning to Kaiser, who looked like an abandoned cat, balling his fists tightly and his chest rising and falling, truly afraid as to whether or not you had heard the drumbeat of his heart, just before or not.

"Thank you, Kaiser. I will never forget this favor of yours."

Before Kaiser could say a word that he desperately wanted to say to you, you had completely disappeared, leaving the chaos destroying his being. You did not attend high school, neither tomorrow nor the day after, and this was the last time he could see you from that close.

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