#Yoichi really deserved better

[lizzyscribbles]

Today’s MHA thought is brought to you as I watch the livestream of the Wisdom Saga from Epic the Musical. Go take a listen, I’m sure it’s gonna be great.

Honestly I have no transition into today’s thought so we’re just gonna move along here we go.

Lizzy’s MHA thought of the night: Yoichi and All for One’s relationship and why I think it’s brilliant.

Let it be said, All for One is a fantastic villain. I think he’s well written in the sense that I absolutely, positively, HATE him. He is an absolute asshole and he has very little reason to be. Does he have a tragic past? Ehhh, kind of? But I would argue that he started screwing people over in the womb, so I have a hard time feeling bad for him when it kinda seems like a lot of his issues were his own doing. But that’s why I like him, because he doesn’t have that super sympathetic backstory and he doesn’t have much of a reason to be an asshole other than “I want to win and see people suffer :D”. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE a sympathetic villain (see my posts on Touya and Toga) but I also love to see a villain that is just evil for the sake of being evil.

However, I don’t doubt that he probably has some kind of personality disorder, plus he did have to entirely raise himself, and if we pile the theory that quirks influence personality on top of it, you don’t get a pretty picture. It’s an interesting look at the nature vs. nurture debate in a world like this. It was a perfect storm of genetics and circumstances that made All for One, a terrible turn of events to be sure.

And yet, despite being twins, Yoichi doesn’t turn into a psychopathic maniac. It’s honestly wild, and a kind of psychological circumstance that fascinates me. And, let's be honest, it's not out of the realm of possibility that AFO is partially to thank for that. After all, he took care of Yoichi like, straight out of the womb. However, what gets me more is their relationship.

It’s messy, it’s toxic, and it’s a little weird, but it’s so unique because we rarely see it done like this. It’s codependency at its worst, more so on All for One’s side, though he’d never admit that.

It really begs the question, why? Why was All for One SO obsessed with his brother? By all accounts, his brother only ever stood in his way and screwed with his plans. He was a hindrance, even when they were kids, so why keep him around?

To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. I think a part of it is Psychological Reactance (which I talk a bit about in my post on Toga), basically, it’s a common reaction in humans when you tell them they can’t do or have something. It’s often rooted in control, we don’t like to loose control of anything, and so we automatically act out to make sure our control is preserved. It’s emotional and behavioral, and we know All for One LOVES his control just as much as he loves his quirks.

And you know what else he loved? He loved Yoichi, and in a way he could never love anyone else. And maybe Yoichi loved him too, I think he did, but he loved him enough to tell him he was utterly wrong even when his brother wouldn’t listen. So, here’s this one thing he genuinely doesn’t want to loose because it’s the one thing he can never replace and it wants to leave?? Excuse???

Here’s what I think, I think Yoichi was the only thing he ever really lost control of.

Yes, I think his twisted sense of love had a part in him chasing his brother across generations, but I also think All for One could not handle the idea that he lost control of something he actually cared about.

We see in Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs that our most basic needs above physical are relational. Family, friends, safety, belonging, those aren’t things that are plentiful when you’re a dictator. Yoichi was there with him from the beginning, he fulfilled that need in some capacity.

We’re all afraid of losing things, especially those we love the most, it’s human nature. No matter how powerful you are, you can’t substantiate real human connection.

The day All for One lost Yoichi was the day he lost the only genuine relationship he had, it’s not surprising he spent the next few centuries trying to get it back.

…

I had fun with that one! Imma do one one Yoichi one of these days, because I love him and he deserves it, but for now I’m gonna go enjoy the Wisdom Saga and plan out a little Yoichi one shot I’ve had bouncing around in my head for a while.

[lvcidlover]

scenario: blue lock boys when they go shopping with you! ft. bachira, isagi, rin, alexis, kaiser and shidou <3

warnings: none, sfw/fluff, little bit suggestive for Kaiser’s part

a/n: I love these slice of life moments :x

Bachira Meguru — would follow you around like a little duckling, making funny faces in the mirrors, trying on random face shit- etc.

This guy is sniffing every single perfume sample, trying on all the free face masks, looking around the whole store with you. Shopping attendants love him.

“What’s this?”

“Toner,”

“And this?”

“Face Serum,”

“Ooo…and this?”

“Eyelash curler,”

“Blehh…it looks like a torture device,”

Isagi Yoichi — is the most patient shopper you’ve ever met. He does a lot of research, asking you about the things you’re planning on getting beforehand and finding out all about them. Reading every review and scouring for deals. He’s probably better prepared than you are.

You’re never going to regret a purchase with him around.

“Isagi, what do you think about this?”

“Oh, I saw something about this on the official website. Don’t get it. It’s for oily skin, you have combination skin. Get this instead!”

Itoshi Rin — would let you know exactly what he thinks. No sugarcoating, no pulled punches. You asked for his opinion, you’re gonna get it. He’s 100% honest in what he says. This means that when he compliments a dress on you, he legitimately thinks you look pretty in it. He also has an uncanny eye for colour theory and matching.

“Rin, what about this one?”

“You look better with the red. This one washes your skin tone out,”

“You really have an eye for these things, eh?”

Alexis Ness — thinks you look hot in everything. Worst opinion giver ever, because he just hypes you up no filter. He isn’t even trying to lie, he literally thinks you’re just so pretty in everything you wear or do.

“Okay, so I was thinking about this one…”

“Heilige Scheiße, you’re so pretty. Buy it! Oh my god-“

“How about this next one?”

“…You keep getting hotter- please- this is…I’m going to faint-“

“…and this…?” *wearing a clown costume*

“This one makes you look so cute, Liebling (darling),”

Michael Kaiser — is a goddamn diva. He’s shopping WITH you. He thinks you deserve to look as gorgeous as you are, waiting outside the changing room for you to give him a mini runway show. Definitely comments all throughout.

“Micha~ so this is the first one…”

“Sexy as expected. God- I want to eat you raw,”

“…there are other people here-“

“Mmm…is that a problem? They’ve just had a look at an angel so…”

Shidou Ryusei — fashionista. Diva. Regularly watches beauty gurus. He knows shit, and he makes sure you never forget it. This man paints his own nails, wears a goddamn headband and serves 10/10 cunt everytime you see him. He’s coquette if it had muscles.

“I was thinking of getting this skin cream, I saw it in a review…”

“Nah. That shit’s kind of ass, I tried it once and I had a break out. Get this other one instead. And that lip oil. And that eye patch. Oh-! I saw that moisturiser online, it looks cool,”

Nagi Seishiro — is the worst shopper. His social battery wants to explode into itself in malls. He would totally follow you just to spend time with you, but don’t expect hour long trips. He’s also kind of blur when it comes to fashion and skincare and…he’ll just play some games on his console while waiting for you.

“What do you think of this one?”

“Huh….well…it kind of looks like all the other ones you’ve tried. It looks nice,”

[kxsagi]

“𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧”

a/n: everyone say thank you, landon! he hurt me and now i wrote angst. i’ll never forgive his bitchass for cheating on liz (yes i’m still mad about it) and i pray that she heals fast and thoroughly 🙏

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

itoshi rin

he doesn’t say he misses you. instead, he shows it by keeping everything the same. your mug is still by the sink. your shampoo still in the shower. 

he trains harder than ever, but there’s a hesitation in his eyes, like he’s searching for something beyond the net, like scoring without your "good luck" feels hollow. 

he deletes your contact but memorizes your number. blocks you, but checks your socials with a burner. his pride won’t let him reach out, but gosh, he wants you to notice he’s suffering. 

sometimes he thinks about bumping into you “by accident.” at a café. bookstore. anywhere. but he never goes because he’s scared you’ll already be with someone else. 

he dreams of you. and in those dreams, you always leave again. 

isagi yoichi

he blames himself. rewatches every conversation in his mind like game tape. where did i go wrong? where could i have passed better? loved better? 

he still talks about you like you're part of his life. "she loves that song." "she would’ve liked this." even though the room goes quiet after. 

he keeps every gift you gave him. your first silly drawing, the bracelet you made at some street fair. it’s tucked in his drawer like sacred things. 

you told him once he overthinks everything, so now, ironically, he overthinks that, too. did you mean it as a joke? were you serious? were you already halfway out the door? 

he wishes you’d just tell him you hate him. because silence is worse. silence is hope’s cruel cousin. 

itoshi sae

he lets you go with a poker face. you’d think he didn’t care. but it’s the first time in years he misses a penalty kick. 

he deletes your pictures. not because he doesn’t care, but because he does. too much. and seeing your smile in that yellow-tinted light makes his chest cave in. 

he scrolls through your old texts when he's drunk. replies to them like you're still there. never sends them. 

he never begs. never asks you to stay. but every time someone mentions your name, there’s a flicker of something behind his eyes, like grief dressed in quiet clothes. 

he used to be bored of everything. now, he’s just tired. especially of pretending you didn’t matter. 

kaiser michael

you were the first person to tell him he didn’t have to perform all the time. that you liked him even when he wasn’t loud, golden, brilliant. 

he didn’t believe you. not really. until after you left. now the silence around him feels unbearable, like a stage with no audience. 

he flirts more now. louder, emptier. it’s all performance, a desperate echo of who he used to be when you were around to bring him down to earth. 

he keeps expecting you to walk in, roll your eyes, say "you’re so dramatic." but you never do. 

sometimes, he talks to you when he’s alone. not the real you, the memory version. and she’s always a little kinder than he deserves. 

shidou ryusei

he doesn’t cry. he doesn’t talk about it. but suddenly, the fire in him feels more like self-destruction than passion. 

on the field, he’s a menace. fouls more. gets carded more. you were the only one who calmed him down, reminded him of softness. now there’s no balance. 

people call him reckless. a lunatic. but they don’t know he’s trying to feel something. anything. 

he won’t admit it, but your absence tastes like metal in his mouth. bitter. sharp. 

sometimes, he punches the wall and pretends it’s not because he remembered your birthday and realized he has nowhere to send the gift. 

mikage reo

he’s always had money, always had power. but losing you? it’s the first time he couldn’t buy his way out of pain. 

he tells himself you’ll come back. that it’s just a break. that if he levels up, scores more, shines harder, you’ll notice. 

goes to the places you loved together, always ordering your favorite drink and leaving it untouched. “just in case.” 

he practices apologies in the mirror, over and over. never sends them. because every version feels too small for what he broke. 

his smile is still perfect, still charming, but if you look too close, it doesn’t reach his eyes anymore. 

nagi seishiro

he doesn't understand why you're gone. he replays the breakup like a confusing side quest with no clear ending. 

sleeps way more than usual. not because he’s lazy, but because dreaming of you is easier than being awake without you. 

when he plays games now, he keeps losing. rage quits more often. "it's boring," he says. but it’s really because the person who used to sit beside him is missing. 

keeps your shirt. cuddles it like a plush. doesn’t say a word when reo comments on it. 

still texts you sometimes. “this meme reminded me of you.” “you’d laugh at this.” you never reply. he still sends them. 

karasu tabito

he jokes more than ever. laughs louder. flirts harder. but his humor has a sharpness to it now, like he’s constantly daring the world to notice he’s hurting. 

people say he's “the same as always,” but they don’t see him standing outside your apartment for 30 minutes just to walk away with a heavier heart. 

started journaling again. you told him once that writing helped with healing. he writes like you’ll read it one day. 

won’t admit it, but he plays dirtier now. more aggressive, less patient. “love made me soft,” he says. like it’s a curse. 

he misses your voice. not just your words. the sound of you saying his name like it meant something. 

bachira meguru

he paints you. over and over. sometimes with wings. sometimes with broken glass in your smile. always with love. 

still talks to his "monster" about you. "you think she hates me now?" "do you think i scared her off?" 

he’s still sunshine to everyone else, but when he's alone, the silence is suffocating. 

your absence changed his art. darker colors. messier strokes. people praise his “emotional evolution,” but he just misses being happy. 

he goes to the park where you first kissed and sits on the swing for hours. waiting. just in case you remember, too. 

ness alexis

he always said you made him feel seen, not just as a shadow to kaiser, but as his own person. now that you’re gone, he forgets how to exist without comparison. 

overcorrects. becomes louder, flashier, more dramatic. like if he’s impressive enough, you’ll regret leaving. 

still wears the cologne you bought him. even though it makes him nauseous with memories. 

he swears he’s over you. but the second someone mentions your name, his hands start to shake. 

keeps your photo as his lock screen. “aesthetic,” he says. “nostalgic,” he means. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[ccupcakeyss]

bllk boys sex headcannons?

SAY LESS!!!

૮ 𓏵  BLLK BOYS SEX HEADCANONS 𓂂 ⠀୧

SUMMARY: bllk boys sex headcanons !!! including: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, reo mikage, nagi seishiro and shidou ryusei ofcourse!

CW: graphic sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, light degradation, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, penetration (protected), overstimulation, orgasm control, power play, possessive behavior, dirty talk, filthy language, light bondage (silk ties, wrist restraints), hair pulling, marking (hickeys, bruises), aftercare themes, nipple play, semi-public teasing, lingerie kink, mirror sex, jealousy/possessiveness, rivals-to-lovers tension, lazy sex, sleepiness kink (consensual), emotionally detached sex with underlying feelings, slight choking (consensual), smutty dialogue, smut with plot, fem!reader

NOTES: first time doing headcanons, mb if out of character ..

ISAGI YOICHI

“Surprisingly filthy once the lights are off.”

• He’s got a praise kink like you wouldn’t believe. Call him a “good boy” and he’ll come undone.

• Loves face-sitting. Will hold your thighs down and just stay there like it’s his job.

• Moans. Loudly. Thinks he’s being quiet but he’s absolutely not.

• He might start off soft and loving, but give it a few rounds and he’s pounding you from behind, hand in your hair, telling you how tight you feel.

• Post-nut cuddles? Non-negotiable. He’s holding you like you’re the championship trophy.

BACHIRA MEGURU

“Chaos in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

• Into overstimulation — both ways. Will finger you until your legs are shaking, then eat you out just to see how far you can go.

• Definitely into playful bondage. Ties your wrists with his jersey, grinning the whole time.

• Calls sex “playtime” and means it. Loves experimenting, roleplay, teasing, even risky public stuff.

• Wild with his tongue. He’ll go down on you and hum just to hear you moan his name louder.

• Filthy talker. He’ll whisper how wet you are, how he can feel you clenching, and laugh when you whine.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

“Pretty boy with a sharp edge.”

• Looks like he’s delicate. He’s not. He’ll have your legs shaking with precision thrusts, hand at your throat, lips on your ear.

• Into mirror sex. Wants you to watch him ruin you. Loves hearing you beg for more.

• Huge into aftercare. Washes you gently, kisses every mark he left on your skin.

• Hair pulling? Yes, please. Let him grab your hair, pull your head back, and whisper how good you feel.

• Will edge you for hours if you let him, smirking when you cry from being denied.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

“The gentle giant who will absolutely break your back.”

• Has the stamina of a god. One round? Nah. Try four. Maybe five.

• Big into body worship. Loves how small you look underneath him. Kisses every inch of you.

• Quiet grunts, deep groans — and when he finally lets go, he growls your name.

• Pick-you-up-and-fuck-you-against-the-wall strength. And he will use it.

• Will blush like crazy when you compliment his size… but still make you scream his name in the next breath.

ITOSHI SAE

“Cold in public, nasty in private.”

• Has a serious dominance streak. You don’t cum until he says so. And you better ask politely.

• Into degradation — but classy. “You really think you deserve this cock? Prove it.”

• Finger game = elite. He’s calculated. He’ll hit your G-spot and just watch you come apart.

• Doesn’t get flustered. He’s calm, composed, and relentless while he’s inside you.

• Rarely shows emotion… until he’s close. Then he mutters your name, voice strained, breath on your neck. Killer.

ITOSHI RIN

“Quiet but dark — you bring out his wild side.”

• Intense eye contact. Wants you to look at him while he’s deep inside you, wants to see you fall apart.

• A little possessive. He doesn’t say it, but the way he marks you with hickeys? Loud and clear.

• Grinds more than thrusts — slow, deep, intentional. You’ll feel every inch.

• Gets off on you being needy for him. Texts you while he’s at training: “Touch yourself. Don’t cum until I get home.”

• Hair messy, flushed cheeks, breathing hard as he whispers, “You’re mine.” And he means it.

MICHAEL KAISER

“Cocky, flashy, and absolutely unhinged in bed.”

• Loves showing off — will make you cum over and over just to prove he can.

• Calls you “princess,” “baby,” “my good little slut” — all in the same breath.

• Loves watching himself fuck you. Mirror, phone camera, even recording from his POV. Egotist to the core.

• Into lingerie. Buys you expensive sets just so he can rip them off.

• Will pull your panties to the side, slide in, and whisper, “Tell me how perfect my cock feels.” And god, it does.

OLIVER AIKU

“Big captain energy with a freaky side.”

• Experienced. Knows exactly how to touch you, how to hold you, how to break you.

• Dirty talker deluxe. “That’s it, baby. Look at you. So cock-drunk already?”

• Gives the best aftercare — draws you a bath, massages your legs, kisses your forehead like you didn’t just get railed into next week.

• Loves when you ride him. Hands behind his head, smug smirk on his face, letting you take what you need.

• Also into threesomes. Would absolutely invite someone else in, just to watch you get devoured while he takes care of the rest.

REO MIKAGE

“Spoil me and let me spoil you.”

• He’s a giver, first and foremost. Reo gets off on making you feel spoiled, overstimulated, and ruined — but only by his hands.

• Will buy you the most luxurious lingerie and then say, “You’re not allowed to take it off. That’s my job.”

• Total power play in the sheets. He’s used to control in every part of his life — and that carries over. He’ll have you on your knees, begging for his cock, while he keeps a hand under your chin, smirking.

• Into marking you — hickeys, bites, handprints on your ass. He wants to see proof of himself on your body.

• Big on eye contact. He wants you to look him in the eyes while you cum. It’s a control thing, and a connection thing.

• Aftercare KING. Wipes you down with warm towels, feeds you chocolate-dipped strawberries, runs a bath. You’re his princess, but a filthy one.

NAGI SEISHIRO

“Too lazy to care… until he’s in the mood. Then it’s over.”

• The type to say “meh” to everything all day… but when he wants you? Game over. Lethal in bed once his switch flips.

• Big into lazy sex — letting you ride him while he lies back, groaning lowly, hands on your hips guiding you like he’s half-asleep… but his eyes are locked on you the whole time.

• But sometimes? He gets possessive out of nowhere. You’ll kiss someone on the cheek or wear something too short and suddenly he’s flipping you over, face-down, ass-up, giving you slow deep strokes while whispering, “Mine. Only mine.”

• Messy oral. Doesn’t care if his face gets drenched — in fact, he loves it. Goes down on you like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

• Moans under his breath. Soft but filthy — little curses, drawn-out groans, and “fuck, that’s so good…”

• He’ll act like he’s too tired to go again… until you beg. And then he’s flipping you onto your back and fucking you so hard the headboard slams the wall.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

“Violent, vulgar, and sinfully good at ruining you.”

• Ferally dominant. Doesn’t make love — he fucks. Rough, loud, messy, and unapologetically aggressive about it.

• Biting. Everywhere. Your neck, thighs, shoulders, ass — he marks you like he’s claiming territory. Loves when you’re covered in bruises from the night before.

• “Don’t act all shy now,” he’ll growl as he shoves his fingers into your mouth or drags his tongue up your thigh. “You knew what this was.”

• Dirty talk is constant. Shidou will moan, curse, growl, and say the filthiest shit while keeping eye contact.

• Public sex kink? Massive. He’ll finger you in a bathroom, eat you out in a locker room, and tell you to be quiet while he fucks you with people right outside.

[elysianstarfall]

blue lock boys w/ a super expressive reader (hcs)

summary: your emotions are always written all over your face, and your actions are also a dead giveaway. what does your boyfriend think?

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin

a/n: god i hope this makes sense

i. yoichi

LOVES IT. SO MUCH.

he's always using so much brainpower trying to figure out what his teammates/opponents are thinking

so when he can tell how you're feeling with one look at your face, he's genuinely so happy

his brain is fried, he deserves a break

doesn't mean he doesn't care about you though!!

still has to figure some stuff out, but most of the time he notices your mood and adjusts to match it

you're really excited about something? he tries his best to get into it too

you're lowkey depressed? he softens his voice and listens to you intently

gets you whatever you need

the second he sees you're uncomfortable or something he tries his best to get you out of the situation even at his own expense

will embarrass himself to make you feel better

you always tell him he's the best bf ever but you seriously make it so easy for him to be

b. meguru

"you're just like me fr..."

yeah he's basically the same

you guys literally just sync up by accident

like if one of you is happy, the other one's mood just instantly gets better too??

bluetooth ahh relationship

also, miscommunication? what's that?

you know each other's feelings so well that misunderstandings are pretty much nonexistent

if something's wrong, it's so obvious

like if you're moping he'll make you talk things out with him or tell him what's wrong

same if he's feeling sad

thinks it's adorable when you're excited and your eyes just straight up light up

he just gets a stupid smile on his face which makes you even happier

cue the never-ending cycle of emotions

you guys are so soulmates

n. seishiro

he's so, so grateful

he doesn't have to put in any work deciphering your emotions? sign him up

consider yourself not a hassle!

it's actually perfect for a lazy guy like him

finds your facial expressions really cute

even when you're just voice calling, he can hear everything you're feeling

like when you laugh or when he can hear your smile when you're talking, he can relax

happy gf = he's doing something right

oh but when you're mad...

save him, he has no clue how to fix it

actually scared to talk to you because you look like you're gonna beat him up

and when you don't even look mad, when you act nonchalant and distant and he can't tell how you're feeling?

yeah, he's cooked and he knows it

will give you an apology with tears

he'd rather avoid that so he tries to keep you happy

m. reo

ok idk why they're all grateful but yeah. he is too.

he's been dealing with nagi's unemotional ass for forever, so he's pleased that someone actually shows their emotions and lets him know how they're feeling

finds it really helpful when he gets you stuff since he knows whether or not you actually liked it

like if your reaction is clearly fake as hell he knows not to get you something like that again

he doesn't take it personally ofc, just uses it to refine his gift-giving abilities

really likes it when you're genuinely happy because of something he gave you

you cannot stop him from blowing insane amounts of money on you

in his eyes you deserve it

just let it happen bro

also he's kind of a romantic and he loves seeing your reactions when he does something cliché or stupid

tells you horrible pick up lines out of nowhere and thinks it's so funny when you actually get flustered

i. rin

he couldn't care less.

JK he's secretly very happy

there's only room for one emotionally unavailable partner in the relationship (him)

so at least one of you can tell how the other's feeling!

thinks it's nice that he can tell when you're mad at him

because let's be real he's lowkey insecure

abandonment issues are not for the weak

so when you reassure him and your expressions and actions are backing it up?

he just fell for you even harder

but when you are mad? ouch

he's a "my gf is mad at me i hope i die" kinda bf but he keeps it very lowkey

will just sulk until he gets so sick of you ignoring him or being mean to him that he awkwardly breaks down and gives you a very sincere apology

hopes you never change because he loves you the way you are

[yvesssssssss]

How would react the boys of Sakamoto days to their girl being grumpy for having such a bad day?? Would they give her space or comfort her? Feel free to ignore this request I don't really know how to put the idea into words D:

I love your writing btw :^

How the Sakamoto Days Boys React to Their Girlfriend Being Grumpy After a Bad Day

(nagumo, shin, gaku, natsuki, shishiba, heisuke)

No matter who you’re with, by the end of the night, you’re laughing, relaxed, and definitely feeling better. And whether it’s through jokes, food, affection, or sheer stubbornness, they all prove one thing—

Nagumo Yoichi – Annoying but Effective Distraction

Nagumo notices your mood immediately, draping himself over your shoulders with an exaggerated gasp.

“Who dares make my beloved this grumpy? Name them. I’ll make them disappear.”

You glare at him. “Nagumo.”

He grins, unfazed. “Ah, so it’s me then. What a plot twist.”

He follows you around, cracking jokes, pulling stupid faces, and dramatically fake-crying until you finally—finally —huff out a small laugh. That’s all he needs.

“There it is. Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Then he pulls out the real cure: your favorite food. The two of you eat together while he dramatically retells stories from his missions, making you roll your eyes—but you’re smiling now, and he’s satisfied.

Shin Asakura – Supportive and Attentive

Shin doesn’t even need to ask—you’re grumpy, and he knows why. Instead of pushing you to talk, he quietly places a warm drink in your hands and sits beside you.

“Wanna tell me about it?” he asks softly.

You shake your head. He nods, staying silent but letting you lean against him. The steady rhythm of his fingers tracing small circles on your back is comforting.

Eventually, when you do start talking, he listens completely, muttering things like, “That sucks. You didn’t deserve that.” And when you’re done, he hugs you so tight you melt into his warmth.

You sigh. “Thanks, Shin.”

“Always.”

Gaku – Aggressively Protective but Sweet

Gaku’s first instinct is to fight whoever made you upset.

“Tell me who did it. I’ll break their legs.”

“It’s just been a bad day, Gaku,” you mumble.

He crosses his arms, still scowling, but then huffs. “Tch. Alright. Get up.”

Before you can protest, he drags you out for an impromptu stress relief mission. Whether it’s going to the arcade, smashing things at a break room, or even sparring (he does go easy on you), he refuses to let you sit and sulk.

By the time you’re clutching a giant stuffed prize he won for you, laughing at his stupid antics, you’re definitely feeling better. Gaku smirks, ruffling your hair.

“Knew I’d fix it.”

Natsuki Seba – Jokes and Gentle Comfort

Natsuki doesn’t even ask—you plop onto the couch, and he’s already tossing a blanket over you.

“Rough day? Same. Wanna be miserable together?” he jokes.

He lets you rest against him, cracking dumb jokes and showing you ridiculous videos on his phone. When you finally snort at one, he grins.

“There we go. My work here is done.”

If you want to talk, he listens with a quiet hum of acknowledgment. If you don’t, he just keeps playing with your hair until your grumpiness fades into sleep.

Shishiba – Silent Support, No Questions Asked

Shishiba takes one look at your face and simply places a drink next to you. No questions, no pushing—just quiet understanding.

When you finally let out a long sigh and lean into his side, he rests a hand on your back. “Better?”

You nod. He squeezes your shoulder, satisfied. That’s all you needed—him, steady and reliable, reminding you that no matter how bad your day is, he’ll always be there.

Heisuke Mashimo – Flustered but Trying His Best

Heisuke notices right away but panics internally.

“Uh—uhh, do you want a hug? Or space? Or food? Or—”

You sigh. “Just sit with me, Heisuke.”

“Oh. Okay!” He immediately plops down next to you, fidgeting.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, he suddenly stands up. “Wait! I know what’ll cheer you up!”

And then—he starts dancing. Badly. It’s so stupid that you burst out laughing. He gasps. “Wait, that worked?!”

You grab his arm, pulling him back down into a hug. “Yeah, it did. Thank you.”

He turns bright red but grins. “A-anytime.”

I hope you like it! Lmao, I kinda didn’t like the way I wrote it, I feel like I could’ve done better, but maybe I’m just overthinking it. Either way, I hope you enjoy it even a little!

[thebestsetter]

Nobody deserves to be loved through whispers.

Partners that don't want you around their family members, who don't make time for your events, who announce you to people as a "friend". Yet, in the depths of your shared bedroom, he goes on and on about how much he loves you, how much he needs you and how much he'd hate to break up with you (either because he really likes you or because it's just a hassle. You don't care enough to try and figure out which one)

Partners who think a single flower a month is enough to maintain a relationship, who never take you out.

It's almost as if he's ashamed of you.

Nobody deserves that.

People deserve to be loved outloud.

Partners who are always taking you on dates. Who proudly say: "This is my girlfriend. Don't like her? Well, I don't like you then".

Partners who give you tons and tons of flowers, each one prettier than the last. Partners who love you when you're home and love you the most the most when you're out. Who write love letters to you just to be a "good old fashioned lover boy". Who makes silly playlist about their love for you.

Partners who find a way to "fit" a praise for you in their job.

He's an athlete? Well, every goal and service ace is for you, dedicated with a kiss on his ring finger - where your promisse ring is. He won the match, but the biggest prize is having someone - you - in the stands, cheering for him the loudest.

He's a fighter? Every hit is landed thinking about you and providing you both a better future. If you both fight together, he never takes his eyes off of you. It's actually amuzing how he can fight and protect you at the same time.

He's a simple office worker? You can bet he counts the hours to get home just to see your face. Every promotion he gets, he thinks about you, or needs or feelings before accepting.

Nobody deserves to be loved with the bare minimum.

But when he simply looks at you, his eyes shout something louder than any scream or noise in the world: they scream love.

PERCY JACKSON, LEO VALDEZ Jason Grace, Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, REO MIKAGE, Karasu Tabito, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Itadori Yuji, Gojo Satoru, Hinata Shoyo, ATSUMU MIYA, OIKAWA TORU + any other characters you think fits this (tell me in the comments!!)

[kuronarnze]

Sorry If my last request was too long, I have a different request thats shorter in ask this time! Is it alright if I request jealousy headcanon or a fic on Kurona (and whoever you want)? Im curious to see how you would think he would handle jealousy (as well as the reason for it) Hope this is easier to read and less wordy, keep up the good work! -🦈⭐

a/n: omg hihi! Noo dw about it, i was taking a long time trying to write the other request since i was confused on how to write it but dw, ill probably post it when im done with it :), thank you sm for requesting anon !!

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How the bluelock characters handle jealousy !

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Kurona Ranze – “You looked happy with him.”

- After you laugh a little too long at another guy’s joke, Kurona’s eyes flick over silently.

- He starts repeating things to himself like, “Not jealous, not jealous, not jealous…” but he is.

- Will be passive-aggressive in a sweet way: “That guy was funny, huh? Super funny. Really super funny.”

- Eventually, when he realizes he’s being weird, he’ll admit softly:

> “I wanted to be the one making you laugh like that.”

- When you reassure him, he visibly relaxes and maybe shyly offers to braid your hair—like he always did.

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Itoshi Sae – “Why’s he making you smile like that?”

- He’s the type to get quietly but obviously territorial. His arm will be around your waist, or he’ll rest his hand on your thigh in public.

- Doesn’t say much until later when he drops:

> “You looked too comfortable with him.”

You: “Sae, he was just showing me a meme.”

Sae: “I’ll send you better memes.”

- Later, he’ll prove he’s better with actions, not just words—surprising you with your favorite dessert, or watching your favorite shows you kept recommending.

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Isagi Yoichi – “Maybe you’d be happier with someone like him.”

- The guy’s in his head. Jealousy manifests as overthinking and guilt.

- Will try to convince himself you deserve better, then get quiet around you.

- When you finally ask, he admits:

> “He’s more confident. Cooler. I dunno… you looked like you liked that.”

- You sit on his lap and hold his face:

> “I like you, idiot. You’re the only one I call ‘mine.’”

- He breaks into the softest smile and kisses your temple.

> “Okay. Yeah. I needed that.”

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Itoshi Rin – “You’ve been smiling at him too much.”

- Cold, one-word replies. But his eyes are screaming.

- Doesn’t confront right away, until it slips out in a slightly bitter tone.

> “You don’t smile at me like that anymore.”

You: “Rinnie, you never give me a reason to smile when you’re pouting like a kicked puppy.”

He goes red but tries to deflect.

> “Tch. I’m not pouting.”

- You give him a big hug and tell him he’s your favorite person, even if he’s all gloom and doom.

- Later, you catch him secretly practicing a smile in the mirror. It’s awkward. It’s adorable.

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Shidou Ryusei – “Who the hell does he think he is?”

- He absolutely makes a scene if the other guy gets too close.

> “Oi, back off before I rearrange your teeth.”

You: “Ryusei, please don’t fight again.”

Shidou: “I’d fight God if He made you blush at someone else.”

- Later, when it’s just you two, he goes quiet. Like weirdly quiet.

- You sit next to him, and he murmurs:

> “I don’t wanna be someone you settle for.”

- You reassure him:

> “You’re the chaos I chose, not the calm I avoided.”

- He smirks. “Damn, that’s hot. Say it again.”

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Tysm for reading!! I kinda rushed on writing this one im so sorry if there are any mistakes. Have a nice day 🫶🫶😈

[sanaexus]

"don't bring me to tears when i just did my make up so nice" -isagi yoichi

synopsis- you're too nonchalant and he's a little too chalant no warnings really just calling the reader his girlfriend once but please feel free to read as gn

based on this req

currently thinking about the "opposites attract" theory because it was eerily fitting for yours and yoichi’s relationship. he was stiff, awkward, struggled with social cues, and yapped a little too much to people who couldn’t care less. you, however, exuded an "i don’t give a fuck" vibe. out of the two of you, you were definitely the more "rude" and "unapproachable." if confrontation was needed, you handled it. and isagi could not be more grateful because, honestly speaking, he was only really capable of solving puzzles on the field and shit-talking every man who couldn't shoot a ball into the goal.

nothing really phased you. loud noises, annoying kids, sad movies—it all bounced right off you. (except for a dog dying, because you weren’t that heartless.) but every superman has his kryptonite, and yours was your boyfriend. the striker just had a way of getting to you.

according to you, it was superrrr weird, honestly. because what do you mean a man was willing to wake up way before you did on a sunday morning just to make you your favorite breakfast—when it was literally his only day off? and what the hell do you mean by he was willing to stand there for over 45 minutes, patiently waiting for you to finish your makeup and hair?

everything isagi did for you was genuine. no matter how big or small the action was, it was second nature to him.

picking out the olives from your food? he didn’t know why he did it—his hand just moved on autopilot, reaching for your plate like a reflex. following the sidewalk rule? he never even realized it was a thing; it just made sense to him to walk on the outer side. passing by a store and seeing something you might like? before he even thought about it, he was already inside, buying it—and more.

and this made you want to perish because holy shit—why was he so fucking nice? why did he treat your emotions with such careful gentleness, as if they were fragile glass that would shatter if handled too roughly? how was he always dealing with your bullshit with utmost patience? how did he treat you with so much love?

but the things that really made you want to ugly sob weren’t even the things mentioned above. no, it was the smaller acts of love. the way he refused to let you sleep if you were angry or sad because, no, you deserved better than that, and he would make sure of it. the way he never raised his voice—no matter how wrong you were or how big of a mistake you made. the way he somehow understood you without you even needing to use words.

yeah, defo thinking about isagi, who turns his tuff, nonchalant dreadhead girlfriend into a high school teenage girl with her first crush—just with a single small praise.

HAIII GNG I HOPE YALL ENJOYED READING THIS BECAUSE I GIGGLED AND TWIRLED MY HAIR WHILE WRITING IT

divider credits to @/v6que

[bluepurplepinklock]

Isagi Yoichi x reader, where you think you are not good enough for him due to hate comments and he proves you wrong.

You stare at the screen which is getting blurrier by the second. Tears spill out of your eyes as you break into a quiet sob over the tweets.

"How could the Isagi settle for an ordinary girl like her?"

"Bet she's with him only for the money and fame."

"Really, he could do so much better."

You throw the phone beside you on the bed, wiping away your tears and taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. It's okay. They are just haters. It doesn't matter what they say. You are worth so much more and these people's opinions don't matter. Right.

Right?

Everyday, you couldn't help but question yourself- is what they say truly right? You find yourself thinking this over and over, until one day your boyfriend Isagi finally decides to speak up.

"Something is wrong, isn't it?" He inquires softly.

Your face bolts up, the popsicle you were half heartedly licking off melting under the scorching sun. Despite sitting on a bench under a huge tree in the park, the heat is unbearable.

"What... What do you mean?" You mumble, looking everywhere but into those deep blue eyes you adore so much.

"Something is bothering you," Isagi throws away the bare stick of his finished popsicle, and focuses on you again, "I know it, now spill."

"Nothing is wrong," you cough, avoiding his gaze which is currently piercing through you.

"Yeah?" Isagi scoffs, "then why are you being so distant for the past week or so?"

"I..." You gulp, watching your icecream melt away and drip on the grass below, "it's nothing-"

"Look at me," Isagi commands, his voice demanding yet soft, strict yet loving. And you do.

But once you do, your mouth betrays you for the lovely man before you as you finally mumble,

"I saw some comments," you blink, trying to force the tears back, "they said I wasn't... I didn't deserve being with you. That you can... Can do better than settle for someone like-"

"Is that so?" he cuts you off, his voice dropping low and serious, his eyes burning into yours with an intensity that bores deep into your soul, "and since when did I give you the impression that I give a shit about what haters think?"

"It's not that," you look away, staring at your toes, "I mean, they are not really wrong..."

"So this is how we're doing it, y/n?" Isagi cups your face and forces you to look at him, "I don't remember you giving me the impression that you care what others think either."

"I..." you gulp, not sure what you can retort with.

"We both know I love you," Isagi smiles, all the intensity and silent rage gone as his usual, loving and caring soft voice assures you, "what does it matter what haters say? I don't care because I know you are the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I know the person my y/n is, they don't. That's it. Got that?"

You can't help but smile back and nod, tears spilling free out of your eyes as Isagi wipes them away, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

"I bet those idiots hate on you because they are just jealous." he chuckles and you could feel your heart flutter at the sight.

"And also," he leans in and steals a quick kiss from your lips, "you kinda wasted your whole icecream."

You pivot to look at the popsicle that was now a liquid in the grass. "Aw man," you angrily throw the stick away, "what a waste!"

"Don't worry," Isagi laughed out loud, burying you in his arms, "I'd buy you another one."

"You better do." You find yourself laughing back, snuggling into his chest.

©bluepurplepinklock (Do not copy, steal or translate my work)

[koipudding]

warm up no.3 :

Rin Itoshi x gn!reader | wc: 2.5K | hurt/comfort, fluff| SFW | all characters are 20+

cw: self indulgent, unestablished and unclear relationship, implied requited feelings but reader is oblivious to type of feelings, no use of y/n, reader has really bad stress/implied depressive episode, rin is very vulnerable and used to reader MAY BE OOC (childhood friends to roommates), reader is the same age as sae/older than rin, some shade is thrown at sae for narrative purposes, made up Itoshi family dynamics... reader struggles with eye contact.

Skin to skin contact burns. 

the amount of germs, the rate at which they multiply and the unique biomes of everyone you come across…

You’ve grown averse to it. Touch has been a punishment and a reward—withholding a comforting touch to teach a lesson, or patting your head as a form of praise. 

Words are even more unfamiliar. No one says what they mean. Which is why, when you look at the man next to you, all you can think about is how he deserves better than this. People have treated him similarly, avoiding him, whispering scorn and disdain for a seemingly harmless fixation of his.

Someone willing to hug him, offer a shoulder and whisper something kind. But you are and know none of those things.  One day, you’re sure he’ll meet his match, someone to truly offer him kindness. As his best friend, all you can do is promise to stay when no one else has. 

Rin has just got back from a game, one you couldn’t get to because of finals, but you watched the highlight reels immediately after the exam and checked the scores, just to send him an excited voice memo, and a promise of a celebration. 

Which leads you to here: his apartment by your university, in comfy (matching) loungewear (matching t-shirts with a horror movie character you don’t know), and a random B movie on the tv. 

Rin is seated on the floor, your pochaco hair clips holding his bangs up, and you’re curled on the couch, smothered and cushioned by plushies and his blanket. He rants about something a teammate did, and that Yoichi had to taunt him mid game, causing Rin to retaliate and get  a yellow card.

“I didn’t even instigate it…stupid Isagi did.” he scowls. 

You try to comfort him anyway, sucking in a breath and whisper a gentle reassurance “It’ll… it will be alright. There’s always next time.” 

He stops rambling, and looks up at you, “you think so?” 

You nod. Rin is always like this, caught up in his emotions and incapable of seeing the bigger picture. Not that you really mind–you’re just the same–but he’s too sweet to be hurt over something like this. 

“I’m sure they didn’t mean it that way, Rin.” you scoot closer, rolling your sleeves down to your palms and patting his head. 

Rin gets soft around you. Maybe it’s because you’ve dealt with kids your whole life, from siblings to cousins and having more “maturity” than your peers. Or because you two were attached to the hip, and everyone joked how you (despite being the same age as Sae) were inseparable from the younger Itoshi.  

It would be nice if he found comfort in you (you hope he does). 

He crawls up the couch, trying to squeeze between your side and the arm of the couch, like he’s still smaller than you (even though the two of you went past that point a long time ago). 

“I don’t know why they have to do shit like that anyway. We’re supposed to be professional and they get on my case about everything, and shitty Sae keeps ignoring me.” Rin deflates into your side, and narrows his eyes at your shuffle. 

“You want me to talk to them? I’m on good terms with the team… it’s probably a miscommunication rin-chan.” You fidget, and don’t notice Rin leaning towards you, donning a slight pout and narrowed eyes. 

“You flinched,” he mutters. 

You think you could laugh. He sounds more petulant than offended, but you know he’s hiding the hurt. 

“Didn’t mean to. Thought I saw a bug.” 

Rin starts to shake (he only thinks about how he can’t lose you too. Not like how he made Sae leave. Like how he worries his parents to the point that they don’t care anymore). 

“That's bull. I keep this place clean, there’s bug catchers and citronella all over my place.We have rosemary and basil in the balcony, star anise in cabinets—” he lists everything. From the natural repellants his mom put in his apartment years ago, and the stuff he bought to keep you safe. 

“It’s okay, Rin. I’m just stressed…” Not a lie. technically. 

“You never do that though,” he scowls, “even when your hair was turning white you didn’t do that.” 

Rin feels the world crumble. You never flinched. He made sure he wouldn’t be too abrasive for you. You, who never cried when their knee was split open and bleeding, and just let their lip tremble while applying antiseptic (you never had anyone offer help). You didn’t even react when people pushed you around or isolated you, and you’d just smile and continue to help Rin with his homework, even when your eyes brimmed with tears as people tore your notes up. 

High school was rough for you. You didn’t get along with anyone other than Rin, and the difference in age separated the both of you.  

 All of your anxieties took control during sophomore year. He’d find your hair all over his room, and you were weaker everyday, no matter how many times he tried to get you on vitamins. 

He left for blue lock at the same time your hair started turning white. Back then he didn’t think much of it, but he returned to find you so much worse. Eyebags, a flimsy stature and barely able to stand upright… you wouldn’t even stay to watch soccer games or eat ochazuke with him.

Back then you just apologized for being so “off” and said “If I knew you’d visit me… I’d have cleaned up a little better, heh…” and he tried not to press the issue. Response times between messages increased until you stopped altogether. A wicked part of him thinks he should’ve left long before it got to that point. But you were (are) his best friend, and the only remnant from his childhood that has seen and accepted every bit of him. And Rin doesn’t let go of his favorite things easily. 

Every hour was spent thinking about how to get you back, to cheer you up and at least get rid of the tension in your brow. He’d get bubble tea, a plushie you stared at for more than two seconds, your favorite pen would never go missing, and your sweaters got professionally dry cleaned after his first blue lock paycheck (and if your worn feijixiu and threadbare jiaoling ao were missing but got replaced with ones made of pure silk and wool… that’s a secret for him). 

All previous grievances with his team, his brother, the whole damn world–they all get pushed to the side as he sees your glasses fog up. 

you bury your face into your arms, the sleeves catching the tears, “I don’t know.” 

“What the hell do you—” he shakes his head and tries again, gentler this time, “you…you don’t have to know. Just…stay here. I’m always here for you, right?” 

You shake your head, “you shouldn’t have to be, Rin. I keep doing this to you, and you keep cleaning me up and saying shit like “it's alright” and ignoring the fact that you’re taking care of someone who’s supposed to be more mature than that! 

I should have people other than you to rely on, and I can’t just go to you all the time I feel like a fucking mess.” You huff, eyes burning with the exertion it takes to hold and match his intense eye contact, and to ignore your normal instinct to avoid it. 

“but it is alright. I am here, and I want to take care of you, I—I can’t let you go.” Rin doesn’t know why (nor does he care for why) you’ve grown averse to his touch, but he just needs you back. Something changed within months of his absence, and only gets worse the longer he’s gone. 

He’s taken you away from your hometown, from the things that torment you but you haven’t gotten better… and that scares him more than anything else. 

His hands guide your face down, away from his eyes. 

Permission to look away. A reminder that you don’t have to pretend with him. 

“You always tell me I shouldn’t hide, and… and that we can rely on each other, but you never let yourself rely on me. Why is it that only I can find solace in you but never the other way around? It’s stupid.” Rin breathes and finds himself whispering “and you’re not stupid. I know how smart you are. So why aren’t you acting like it?” 

“I’m being SAFE.” Your voice breaks when you snap. 

This time it’s Rin who flinches away from you. You don’t get a hold on the guilt before it’s too late. 

Rin thought he was a safe space for you. He’s just like his brother; both of them are incapable of realizing where they fail to provide, and taking all the wrong measures for the right reasons. 

pathetically, you whisper “I… I didn’t mean to yell.” 

And Rin is always there to catch you (and every tear) when they eventually fall. “I know. You only speak in whispers and poems. You speak through playlists you send and never say a word to my face. You try to be something you’re not in an effort to be everything you think I need.” 

His mind has never been clearer. It’s like his metavision on the field, but everything is you. You, who has wormed their way through the crevices of his heart and held his hand, even when covered in the melted popsicles from the konbini. You, who has seen every version of Rin Itoshi and has stayed regardless (and there’s him, who only gets the version of you that you think he needs, but still knows he could love all of you, no matter what you end up becoming to him). 

Rin is so close to you now. You can smell his cologne, the candy he ate earlier and the scent of laundry detergent and shampoo. You lean in, because it’s Rin, and a little part of your brain still thinks you’re kids, sleepy after a few hours at the playground and still aching for more time together because he gets you, and you get him. 

You know that this is the only time you get to see Rin’s true colours. When it feels like you’re decades in the past, that’s when the both of you are closest. 

“I know–I know that you don’t like to talk about it. And that something… and that when I left something changed and you can’t talk about it…but is it so hard to believe that I’m here!? That after everything–after all you did for me when nii-chan left and when we were depressed in high school that I wouldn’t want to know? I wanna know everything about you, and even if I know it already I want to hear it from you, not find out because you couldn’t get out of bed, or your intrusive thoughts turned impulsive and you got hurt.” again is left unsaid. 

Something akin to grief, maybe shame makes it into your voice “and that’s…” 

Rin’s too close now. Every muscle in your body begs for you to run but you can’t because you know Rin isn’t the type to hurt you. 

“I hate that you think like this,” he spits, “you’re not a nuisance. You’re not a burden. I don’t keep people who yap all day and blow my phone up in my life if I didn’t want them. I would’ve ignored you at the playground, in school if I didn’t want you here right now. Don’t listen, feel and see. Words mean nothing from anyone until they act on it.” 

Your hands are brought up to his heart, beating fiercely under his skin, and he holds your fingers to touch his neck and to eventually cup his face. 

Rin repeats words you’ve said to him; things you said to comfort him half a decade ago. you gave him a speech similar to this, back when Sae first left. You told him to sit and wait, because if Sae cared, he would show it. Because Sae doesn’t waste time on words. Neither did you, but your heart made you softer, more sensitive towards delivery than you’d have liked. 

Looks like your gentle sentiments worked in your favor. 

You don’t realize that you’re shaking and crying until his arms engulf you. 

Maybe it’s been a while. But you forgot when an embrace felt this warm, instead of a cold formality. 

“thank you… rin.” 

A heaviness settles in your heart, but it’s one derived from relief and the comfort of a home, like you finally ate a full meal after days of hunger pains. 

“I… I hate not seeing you upset. I hate when you hide stuff from me, I’m your…I’m your best friend. You promised.” Rin shakes a little again, and you nuzzle into his shoulder, wiping some tears against his shirt. 

You giggle a little “you like seeing me cry? Who knew Rin-chan was a sadist.” 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” 

Unsettling is what first comes to your mind. 

Then a feeling of exhaustion. Like after a long car ride or fulfilling day. Rin Itoshi has always felt like home to you, and you just want to curl up and forget about your responsibilities for a bit. 

“You grew up. Not the same Rin-chan I had to carry around after he got a bruise from a practice game.” Your tongue feels like lead, and you go limp in his arms. 

Rin only pulls you closer, pulling you on top of him so your cheek can smush against his shoulder. 

“No. I’m still that way. I just… I need to be held differently than that now. But I still need you.” Rin kisses your forehead, and leans back. 

“Mh. I know.” 

The blanket is pulled over your shoulders and his arms around your waist. 

“I love you.” Rin whispers once. 

“I know.” Your voice is hoarse, and you grip his shirt until your knuckles go white. You love him like this, pochaco hair clips and his ever fluctuating attitude, the softness he reserves for you and you only. 

“I love you.” Rin whispers twice. It’s louder this time. 

You nod. All you can think is how his skin feels nice. How he’s the only hand you hold without needing hand sanitizer or a handkerchief. But he gently guides you out of your stupor with a peck on the forehead. 

“I want… I want a home with you. I want to nestle in your rib cage and poke in your brain until I understand what makes your heart beat faster and what gets it to calm down again.” Rin whispers. 

It sounds odd, because you know Rin isn’t like this (gentle)  for anyone else. But it's your secret. And if anyone knows every secret  Rin Itoshi holds, it’s you:  His home, his universe. 

a/n: i actually forgot he got paired with pochaco for a bllk x sanrio collab. pochaco is my favorite sanrio character :3 (my pfp actually !!!) also inspired by my reread of tian guan ci fu! and that last line was a reference to alien stage. i've been relistening to it and. i love hyuna and luka so much T^T

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[📁] series.

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[📁] headcanons.

in another life, i would be yours. types of tragic love tropes with blue lock men.

itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, oliver aiku

it's just instinct, all i want is you. how long it takes for the blue lock men to realize you’re the one.

itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, oliver aiku

like a fever, i ache for you. how intensely the blue lock men yearn for you.

itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, michael kaiser

out of breath, got me going like ... some of the attractive things that the blue lock men do.

itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, yukimiya kenyu

to be loved is to be seen. the little things that the blue lock men do for you as their way of saying, "i love you."

itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, oliver aiku

more than friends? moments that make you reconsider if you’re really just friends with blue lock men.

itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, oliver aiku

[📁] drabbles.

itoshi rin.file

i think i wanna marry you. fluff ─ itoshi rin has never been good at being romantic. but, you think that's part of his charm.

she likes spring, i prefer winter. fluff ─ itoshi rin starts to see the beauty of spring through you.

let's sugar talk ! fluff, suggestive ─ itoshi rin has never really liked the flavor of strawberry shortcake, but you do. that'll never stop him from kissing you, though.

itoshi sae.file

say what you want. angst ─ even in your last moments with itoshi sae, you can't bring yourself to say what you truly want.

michael kaiser.file

drive it real far. suggestive ─ michael kaiser finds it hard to focus on the race when he's got you beside him, and a burning jealousy after seeing you talk to another racer.

mikage reo.file

it's better this way. angst ─ with a bitter heart, mikage reo realizes that you're better off without him. it's a truth he finds hard to accept, especially on your wedding day.

oliver aiku.file

fool in love. angst ─ like a fool in love, you find yourself giving in to oliver aiku every time he calls.

[📁] thoughts.

itoshi sae.file

viscount! itoshi sae

michael kaiser.file

best friend! michael kaiser

mikage reo.file

prince! mikage reo

[📁] oneshots.

itoshi rin.file

growing old. fluff ─ itoshi rin doesn't like thinking about growing old. but one question from you has him thinking about his future, and he’s not sure if he hates the idea of growing old anymore. as long as it's with you.

two hands on me. fluff, angst ─ you had agreed to keep your relationship with itoshi rin a secret. but after an important win, he decides he doesn't want to keep you a secret any longer.

the apartment we won't share. [rewriting] angst ─ it just wasn't meant to be— a bitter sentiment you and itoshi rin had agreed on. you two deserved better, wanted better, but it doesn't change the fact that you two will always love each other. you'll stay stuck, thinking of him, in an apartment you will never share.

[unluckilyimnot]

jealous hc - ness, nagi, isagi

m.list I rules I part 1

ask by @priv-rose <3

Ness Alexis

He's the obsessive type so be prepared - he's jealous all the time

You talking to someone else basically makes him jealous

But it's because of his insecurities

He thinks you'll find someone better and leave him

Or that anyone is more interesting than him, he thinks he's bothering a lot

He really need a lot of reassurance and to hear that he's the only one

And to have you close, he must like to be in your arms with you petting his head

If he cries please be kind with him and hold his face while kissing his nose or forehead

He deserves the world for real

But he can be hard to handle sometimes bc he wants to talk to you all the time and if you tell him to wait he can shut down

You have to be patient with him

Isagi Yoichi

He's awkward I think

Like he won't bluntly tell you that he's jealous but would sometime be a little dry with the person

And he will hold you closer or be clingy

He'll try to know Korean about the person or the situation to be more rational

But if he's still bother in the end he'll talk about it and let you know how he feels

He must be a little shameful because he doesn't mean to hurt you and make you think that he doesn't trust you

He'll need a lot of cuddles after talking about this, like a chill night with a movie and pizza

Nagi Seishiro

I don't think he gets jealous to begin with

But if he does he's straight forward I guess but not with telling you “I'm jealous”

More like “ I don't like them/when this happens” or “don't hang out with them anymore”

You have to dig to know why he doesn't like it

HE'S CLINGY

You cannot move, forbidden, you're stuck in his limbs

That's when he's holding in your neck or back that he's most likely to say that he's jealous

He must scared that you'll get bored with him sometimes

Tell him that you love spending date indoor and chill things and he's back on track

With kisses on his forehead - he's still a giant baby

I hope you liked it ♡

[kxsagi]

Hii, i hope ur doing well ! I saw that u write a headcanon where the bl boys comfort s/o about their stomach and thighs. Can u write about s/o trying to lose weight. But not really healthy,like skipping meals and just eating a little bit and the boys realize this,trying to comfort s/o again. Thanks in advance. Love ya ! ❤️

“𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭. 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐭.”

a/n: hiii i'm doing well and i hope you are too!

i don’t promote this behavior or these eating habits (and this request didn't make me uncomfy or anything dw), but i know that some people struggle with this issue, so i wrote this to give some fluff but please please please do not restrict yourself, life is too short to not eat that dessert and you’re still young, your body deserves to be fueled and your life deserves to be enjoyed!!!

tw: unhealthy eating habits, body image issues

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

isagi yoichi

he doesn’t notice at first. he just assumes you’re not hungry when you say “i’ll eat later” three days in a row. 

but it clicks when you faintly say you’re dizzy and brush it off like it’s nothing. 

“when was the last time you ate?” he asks, and your vague shrug gives it away. 

immediately goes full gentle, but firm mode. he doesn’t scold, but the hurt in his eyes is enough to make your chest ache. 

“you don’t need to do this to yourself, you know? your body… it deserves kindness.” 

spends the rest of the week making you little meals and eating beside you, even if he’s not hungry. 

“even if it takes a hundred times, i’ll remind you you’re beautiful the way you are.” 

itoshi rin

rin notices immediately. he watches you like a hawk, even if he pretends not to. 

you push your food around more than eat it. you excuse yourself from dinner. you say “i’m just not hungry” but your stomach growls. 

“stop lying,” he says bluntly one night. “you haven’t eaten all day.” 

you snap, “i’m just trying to look better,” and he goes quiet. 

his brows furrow as he walks toward you, takes your face in his hands, and says softly, “i already think you look perfect. this isn’t the way.” 

he won’t pressure you to eat, but he will sit beside you in total silence with food between you two, waiting until you take even one bite. 

and when you finally do, he mumbles, “thank you,” like you just saved him. 

nagi seishiro

“huh? you didn’t eat again?” 

at first he’s just confused. why would you willingly skip food? food is good. 

but when he catches you googling low-calorie hacks and skipping meals, he gets unusually serious. 

“is this because of something someone said? was it reo? i’ll kick him.” 

nags you into letting him cook (horribly). ends up ordering your favorite takeout instead. 

he lounges beside you with snacks and says, “you’re already soft and comfy. don’t change that.” 

and then adds with a pout, “i like hugging you like this. don’t shrink away from me.” 

mikage reo

reo’s alarm bells ring the moment you say “i already ate” and he knows you didn’t. 

he doesn’t confront you right away. instead, he starts inviting you out to cute cafes and bakeries, always getting extra portions “by accident.” 

when you finally say, “i’m trying to lose weight,” he stares at you like you just insulted a priceless painting. 

“you think you need to look better? babe, you're literally my dream girl.” 

he showers you in compliments and validation and even pulls up a long speech from a body-positive influencer like he’s giving a TED talk. 

“you don’t have to earn love by shrinking yourself,” he says, softer now. “not with me.” 

kaiser michael

kaiser notices everything, especially when it comes to control, and you not eating sets off every alarm in his head. 

he corners you gently one morning, coffee in hand, eyes narrowed. “you’ve been skipping breakfast. why?” 

when you tell him, he scoffs, not out of cruelty, but in disbelief. 

“liebe, you think i’d want a half-starved girlfriend who can’t even keep up with me?” 

pulls you into his lap like you weigh nothing and holds you tightly. 

“your body is not the problem. the world is. but i won’t let it break you.” 

he offers to cook for you… badly. burns the eggs. you eat anyway because it’s the first time he looks genuinely nervous. 

karasu tabito

karasu jokes about everything. until he notices. 

your portion sizes get smaller and smaller. you laugh it off, but he knows what you’re doing. 

“don’t think i haven’t noticed you playing peek-a-boo with your dinner,” he says one evening, tone unusually calm. 

when you avoid eye contact, his grin fades. “you don’t have to punish yourself to be worthy of love.” 

he stays beside you all night, making dumb jokes and bad impressions until you eat a full bowl of ramen. 

“look, if i wanted someone with a model’s diet, i wouldn’t be with you. i like you. don’t disappear on me.” 

shidou ryusei

“wtf do you mean you’re skipping meals? are you dumb?” 

not the most tactful, but extremely concerned. 

he throws a protein bar at your head like that’s gonna fix it. it doesn’t. 

when he realizes it’s more emotional than physical, he softens (slightly). 

“hey,” he says, dragging you to sit on his lap, “i like you the way you are. actually, i like you a lot. and you starving yourself makes my stomach hurt.” 

gets real pouty and starts threatening to eat your meals if you won’t. 

“seriously. don’t hurt yourself. you’re already hot, don’t mess that up.” 

itoshi sae

he’s not oblivious. he’s just observant in silence. 

you say “i’m not hungry” and “i already ate,” and he doesn’t question it, at first. 

but when he notices your mood swings, tiredness, and the way your clothes are suddenly loose… he connects the dots. 

“you think this is healthy?” he asks, monotone, holding your untouched lunch. 

you try to play it off, but his jaw clenches. not out of anger, out of helplessness. 

“you think i’d love you more if you were skinnier? you think any version of you could be more perfect than the one i already have?” 

sits down beside you, long fingers brushing yours, eyes dead serious. 

“don’t do this to yourself. you’re already everything. everything.” 

then quietly adds, “and if anyone ever made you feel like you’re not… i hope they rot.” 

ness alexis

at first he believes you when you say you’ve already eaten. he doesn’t want to accuse you of anything. 

but then you start avoiding meals every single day, and his anxiety kicks in. 

“you’re lying,” he says one day, softly, smile still on his face, but his eyes look hurt. “you didn’t eat. again.” 

you break and admit it, and he just pulls you into a long hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“you don’t need to change yourself to be loved. not by me. not ever.” 

he doesn’t cry, but his voice wavers. “please don’t treat yourself like you’re not worth feeding.” 

starts preparing elaborate little meals for you, packed with love and bright colors and notes that say “you are beautiful. i mean it.” 

still smiling, still gentle, but if anyone ever made you feel this way, his rage is quiet, sharp, and dangerous. 

niko ikki

niko notices the moment your lunchboxes get smaller. he’s quiet about it at first, hoping it’s just a one-time thing. 

but it becomes a pattern, and niko, sweet anxious baby niko, starts worrying like crazy. 

“did someone say something to you?” 

he thinks you’re beautiful in every way, and he stumbles over his words trying to say so. 

“y-you know, i think… i think you’re amazing. and, um, you don’t have to change anything. not for me. not for anyone.” 

makes you small, healthy meals with cute animal toothpicks and carefully portioned sides. 

the way his eyes light up when you eat just a little, it’s all the reassurance you didn’t know you needed. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[everymeowandthen]

EEK I’m in love with your writing!!

Could you do an Isagi x reader who’s sorta loud, cheerful and touchy but as soon as he gives her physical affection like a small peck on the cheek she instantly melts!! 😣 Like she gets all shy and stuff??

Idk if you get what I’m trying to say (I’m horrible at explaining) but anyway, have a wonderful day!!!

omg. yes (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) i love that ahhh and tysm for the suggestionnn! this one was super fun hehe (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

"it was only a kiss on the cheek!"

your voice carried. you got excited easily. sometimes you talked too fast and moved too much and touched people without thinking — a hand on someone’s arm, a quick hug, your fingers grabbing isagi's wrist like it was second nature. especially with him.

you liked being near him. always had. he was calm in a way you weren’t. level-headed, patient, thoughtful in a way that made your messy energy feel… steadier. better. he didn’t say much most of the time, but he always listened. and he never seemed to mind when you talked with your whole body.

you didn’t think twice about being close to him. you hung off his arm, stole sips from his water bottle, flopped across his lap when there was no space left on the couch. he’d just blink, a little startled maybe, but he’d never pull away.

you never really noticed how you got until he touched you.

it was small. barely anything.

you were walking back from a movie, still mid-rant about a character who — in your opinion — deserved better.

“seriously, why even include her if they were just gonna—”

mwah.

a soft kiss to your cheek. casual. almost absent-minded.

you froze.

mid-step, mid-word, mid-everything.

isagi didn’t even seem to notice at first. he just kept walking, sipping from his drink like nothing had happened.

you turned slowly, hand hovering near your face like you weren’t sure it had really happened.

“yoichi.”

he looked over. “hm?”

you stared at him. “did you just… kiss me?”

“on the cheek?” he blinked. “yeah.”

you didn’t say anything. just stood there, eyes wide, cheeks heating like someone had flipped a switch behind your ears.

isagi looked confused. “was that… bad?”

you made a noise — something between a squeak and a wheeze — and turned fully around, covering your face.

“no! i just—!! i wasn’t—!!”

you didn’t even know what you were trying to say. your brain was scrambled, voice all high and weird, body suddenly ten times more aware of everything. of him.

he tilted his head slightly, brows pulling together. “you okay?”

you nodded too fast. “mhm. fine. totally fine.”

you weren’t, obviously.

you hadn’t realized how different it felt when he was the one reaching out. how something as small as his hand brushing yours or a light squeeze to your shoulder could flip your whole system upside down. it didn’t happen when you did it — when you held him or leaned on him or stole kisses. it was only when he did it first. when he chose to. when it was him moving toward you.

and it kept happening.

he didn’t do it all the time — isagi wasn’t overly affectionate — but when he did, you could feel it in your spine. a hand on the small of your back. a quiet kiss to your temple before a match. the way his fingers would lace through yours while you were talking, completely unbothered while you short-circuited on the spot.

but sometimes he’d glance over after doing something small — a touch, a kiss, a look — and see you trying not to spontaneously combust next to him. eyes wide, cheeks warm, words tangled in your throat.

and he’d just smile, quiet and soft to himself.

he didn’t get it. not fully. but he thought it was really, really cute.

i hope u liked this anonnn!!! i had fun writing someone who's not rin for a secong loll!!

i still love writing rin tho UGH IDK 𖦹ࡇ𖦹

© @everymeowandthen - don't steal my work!!!

[o-sachi]

Kintsuba ‧₊˚ ⋅ One Shot (Request)

ଳ sudden confessions at the sweets shop ଳ character; isagi yoichi (blue lock) ଳ tags; floof, sweetsagi, shysagi, afab reader, no y/n

[🐟]: I know the scenario I did wasn't in the ones you've mentioned, but I thought it'd be cute since you both like sweet stuff hehe.

He wasn't sure which was sweeter: the kintsuba sold at the local sweets shop or the pretty part-timer working the counter after school hours.

It wouldn't be much of an exaggeration to say that Isagi Yoichi was smitten by you. Sure, you've never spoken to each other apart from the usual exchange whenever he'd drop by and pick-up his favorite kintsuba. But he noticed your sweet smile and big heart from the get go.

It really didn't take much for him to like you.

He was happy to simply see you after school and hear your usual "Welcome!" as the glass door of the shop chimes. Isagi was sure that his heart would burst out of his chest when you asked if he came for his usual. Knowing that you memorized his order—that you knew him—was enough to make his entire week.

On days when the shop was bustling with customers, he'd get his kintsuba quickly and hope that the next time he came back it wouldn't be as crowded. And on those lucky days, he made sure to stay at a table in the corner of the shop, enjoying his kintsuba and stealing glances at you as you worked diligently at the counter.

Isagi felt a bit ridiculous at times—merely watching you from afar, not acting on his feelings. But truth be told, he was satisfied with this. Any more and it would only serve to complicate things. He was a fulfilled observer... until he wasn't.

Recently, Isagi noticed another boy who started frequenting the sweets shop. He was an ordinary looking guy—not someone he knew personally, but he recognized the uniform to be from a school within the area. He was a rather unassuming person, but he started to notice the way he'd linger at the counter to talk to you about mundane things.

It certainly aroused his suspicion and he became overly aware of the guy from then on. He'd overhear the two of you laughing as you conversed over the register. But Isagi almost had his jaw hanging on the floor when in one instance the guy had invited you to sit at his table for a while.

He was blown away, confused, puzzled, flabbergasted—every synonym of what-the-fuck-is-going-on in the thesaurus ever. Isagi couldn't accept that this guy was closer to you. And here he was thinking that he was your favorite customer. You had his order ingrained in your memory after all.

But by God, how naive he was. Of course you'd be swept away in no time by someone else. He had never been the proactive type. Never did he do anything to give you even the slightest hint that he was interested in you. It made him want to kick himself in the head sometimes.

Despite his inner turmoil, he wasn't deterred from regularly visiting the sweet shop at the hours when you'd be working the register. He was starting to think that he was a masochist for letting himself be hurt by seeing the blatant flirting between the two of you.

Funny enough—it was just you, him and Isagi in the shop today. Before Isagi could even take a bite of his precious kintsuba, a voice had interrupted him.

"Mind if I take a seat?"

It was the guy. His absolute rival was asking to sit at his table. His heart was telling him no, but his better judgement shook it off and told the other guy he didn't mind it at all. So he sat across him with a grin.

Small talk ensued and normally Isagi handled those kinds of conversations well. But there was a tinge of awkwardness from all the thoughts he had about this guy because, obviously, he had painted him in his mind to be some guy who didn't deserve you.

But then he dropped the question, "Do you think I have a chance with the pretty cashier?"

The gall of this man to even ask him such a question. But then again, only Isagi knew of his affections for you. He simply shrugged. "I wouldn't know. We're not exactly friends."

"But you come here everyday though?"

Cheeky little bastard... he was unknowingly rubbing salt into Isagi's wounds.

"Well... yeah, but that's about it. We don't really talk about anything else aside from... kintsuba, I guess."

He chuckles. "Ah... that's a bummer. Welp, I'm gonna try my luck tomorrow and finally ask her out!"

Isagi thought he was hearing things. No. He HAD to be hearing things because there is no way this guy is asking you out. And tomorrow? Who told this fool he could move that fast?

He nervously glanced between the guy and you, who was oblivious to the conversation taking place meters away. Your eyes met and you gave him that million dollar smile that he loved so much.

It calmed him down.

It wasn't much, but it felt like a reminder for him that he still had time. The guy made a mistake for waiting until tomorrow.

Eventually, he bid farewell and hoped to see Isagi again—to which Isagi did not share the same sentiment. In fact, he wished to never see the guy again. There were many other sweet shops around. He can go find a new one for all he cared.

He shoved the last bite of kintsuba in his mouth. While he chewed, he gave himself time to really think through what he was going to do next. His decision here on out will decide whether or not he stays a patron of this kintsuba shop or if he needs to find solace somewhere else.

But ever the warrior, he pushed down any thoughts of cowardice. He liked you and he had downplayed those feelings for far too long. He stood up with purpose, but with every step he took towards the counter—he felt like keeling over due to nervousness. Only the adrenaline from being challenged by that guy was left to fuel him.

As you silently blinked at each other, he knew he was at a point of no return.

"Um... do you need something? Napkins or some water maybe?"

Isagi knew he looked like an idiot gawking at you, but he couldn't help but be preoccupied by the thunderous beating of his heart. He wouldn't be surprised if you heard it as well.

"No... no... um, I wanted to ask you something actually—well, no. I wanted to tell you something first."

Your usually toothy grin turned into a more lopsided smile. "Oh, what is it then?"

The constant inquiry wasn't helping, but then again, if you had remained quiet—Isagi would have probably exploded. With adrenaline running higher than ever, he sucked it up and just blurted out the first thing in his mind.

"I like you."

Then, dead silence.

His serious expression was met with your surprised one. The regular customer at your part-time job confessing to you at 4:30 PM on a Tuesday was not on your 2024 bingo card.

"You wha?"

He exhaled in annoyance, having to repeat something so embarrassing. "I said I like you... I have for a long time now."

"Oh," was all that left your slightly parted lips.

He ignored your lackluster response and decided to push it further. He knew it was a mistake to march over here so brazenly without a plan in the world, but fuck it. An accidental confession i better than nothing at all.

"I don't know if you like me back, but I'd like to take you out sometime so that we can get to know each other."

He looked so earnest and determined in his confession that it melted your heart. Your usual warm smile appeared again.

"I'd love to go out with you, Isagi."

At your answer, he stared back like a deer in the headlights. "You know my name?"

"Of course I do. You come here everyday. Plus, I did ask you once."

You giggle at his dumbfounded expression. Perhaps he was so entranced by you that he had missed the fact that he told you his name. It was endearing to say the least.

It was a hunch of yours but you decided to ask anyway. "I presume you were pushed by the other customer who was here earlier?"

"You mean like pushed as a friend or pushed because he was going to ask you out tomorrow?"

"I meant the former... but wow," you had no idea that two guys were interested in you at the same time. But it hardly mattered because you only had eyes for one of them.

"So... when are you taking me out? I need to schedule my day off, y'know?"

He smiled the widest he had ever smiled. You were definitely sweeter than any kintsuba that he has tasted.

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