#barou is no exception

[kenslilove]

barou is actually so horny all the time y’all. I know it, I know he is. His cleaning his a form of regulation, so is his strict regime. If he allowed it to falter the first thing he’d do is pull up a pretty picture of you and fist at his dick

[seishiroses]

I didn't say it at the time but this picture is literally perfect 😭🔥 everyone looks gorgeous and happy and even Chigiri is smiling despite his leg injury even Nagi is smiling despite, well, being Nagi, and Bachira and Isagi look so cute with their eyes like that and the rest are also celebrating in their own quirky ways and Anri is so proud of them at the back and ohhh my heart 🐑🌞🥹

[n-fblog]

"healthy rivalry" theres nothing healthy about whatever relationship you have to these men

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

srry but Oliver having a daughter who makes his life HELL

that little girl argues with him like she has a law degree as soon as she is old enough to speak and he loses often. losing against a four year old most humbling experience of his life

[saintshigaraki]

cant get into a fight with any of the bllk guys bc it ends with them humping you like HORNDOGS

[animentality]

metavision is super boring as an ability because all it means is that the character must now yap about everything they see for an entire chapter.

I wish someone with a visually interesting skill was the protagonist. I might as well read a novel, listening to Isagi chatter.

[i-live-inyourwalls]

i have some questions

[habibisagi]

i'm also just really more drawn to 2D men who wouldn't care for getting their dick sucked. they think it's unnecessary. it just wouldn't get them off as much as eating your pussy and or using their cock for your pleasure would. you feeling good at all times is what gets them off, really (and bonus: you squirting on them is ten times sexier than anything). in fact, a lot of them in my head wouldn't let you do it even if you wanted to 😭

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

the look of love ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

how are their eyes when they’re in love?

ft; isagi, rin, barou

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isagi’s eyes light up when he’s in love.

whenever he looks at you, his eyes always brighten. his eyes glimmer as if the stars and sun itself are in his eyes. and when you smile, it’s like his eyes are reflecting off of your perfect bright smile. that passionate gleam in his eyes when isagi is in love is only rivaled when isagi is playing soccer. truly, when isagi falls in love, the sun isn’t the center of the solar system: your eyes are, and isagi’s eyes will always reflect the shining light that you emit.

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rin’s pupils dilate when he’s in love.

pupils dilate by 45% when they see something that they love, and rin’s are no exception to that. the only thing is…his dilation is painfully obvious. rin’s eyes nearly automatically turn into boba eyes whenever you’re around—eyes becoming rounder, more childlike, more lovely. whenever you’re around, his eyes are always on you. you once joked that the reason his pupils dilate so much whenever you’re around is because his eyes need to be on you no matter what. you meant it as a joke, but rin thinks that what you say is the truth.

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barou’s eyes soften when he’s in love.

when he looks at you, his sharp and intimidating eyes always turn oddly gentle, his red irises going from the color of blood to the color of rubies. according to isagi and bachira, they will never forget the time when barou was threatening to kill the two of them one second, and then the next second when barou saw you, barou’s gaze just softened instantly—almost as if he just saw an angel, and barou stopped his threats.

[lostazuree]

HEAR ME OUT. Their favourite positions?! Multifandom! Aot, JJK BLLK. 😭🫶🏻🙏🏻

જ⟡➴ ♡⸻ Positions!

✦ 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ (JJK, Haikyuu!!, AOT, BLLK, MHA)

Your man's favourite position!

Smut, NSFW, Penetration, Just that.

𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀 ♡

He loves when he can see you as he fucks you. How your face contorts with pleasure when he shoves his cock in, inch by inch, when you grab onto his arms, your nails raking his shoulders and back, when it is visible on his body too how much you enjoyed it all. He calls those marks 'battle scars'. He knows you like it when he's on top. He praises you every now and then when he feels he's being rough. He likes watching his cock disappear and reappear inside you, an arm holding you and the other holding the bedframe. He loves this position also because it gives him full access to your neck and breasts, so he can just lean down while he's drilling into you, while also sucking, groping and decorating you with hickies!

Gojo Satoru, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Kento Nanami, Itoshi Rin, Kageyama Tobio, Suna Rintaro, Eijiro Kirishima, Armin Arlert, Osamu Miya, Keiji Akaashi, Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu. +Your favs.

𝗖𝗼𝘄𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ♡

He loves when his partner is on top. When he sees you put in all the work to pleasure yourself and him, it gets him going. Sure, he doesn't mind being on the top often, but his favourite thing is when you ride him. When he can just lie, or lean back against the head board and watch you take him in, your arms holding onto his shoulders for leverage while you bounce on his cock, his fingers holding your waist and occasionally guiding your movements, slamming in from below every now and then for a little surprise. He also loves this because he's a horny mf who likes watching your titties bounce, and he may hold onto one, squeezing it as he mutters filthy praises, looking up at your tight shut eyes and flushed face with wide eyes.

Oikawa Tooru, Jean Kirstein, Michael Kaiser, Hiromi Higuruma, Reiner Braun, Nagi Seishiro, Hinata Shoyo, Kei Tsukishima, Izuku Midoriya, Megumi Fushiguro, Shoto Todoroki, Sugawara Koshi. +Your favs.

𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝘄𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 ♡

Aside from being an ass man, he's also an ass man. Pretty much the same thing, except for the fact that he's a feind for that ass. It's his hobby, slapping, spanking and pinching that plush ass. He swears it's playfully. So when you sit on his lap, riding him through your ass, it drives him absolutely feral when he can see his inches go up that perfect ass, in his opinion. Groans, moans and grunts filling the room as you roll your hips, bucking them, bouncing as you try to hit all your own spots. He loves it so much, when he can just wrap his arms around your waist, chest pressed against your back as he whispers dirty things in your ears, telling how good you're working it, all the while sucking on your neck, fondling your breasts.

Porco Galliard, Eren Yeager, Geto Suguru, Isagi Yoichi, Oliver Aiku, Itoshi Sae, Bachira Meguru, Kenma Kozume, Kuroo Tetsuro, Eita Otoya, Tendou Satori, Dabi, Hawks, Floch Forster, Yuuji Itadori. +Your favs

𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀 ♡

He loves throwing your legs over his shoulder, tucking them around his head just so he can plunge deeper, so he can draw out those sputtered gasps and loud strings of cusses and moans, each one ending in his name, because nothing feels better than an aching good mating press. He can't express why he loves it, maybe for he fact that your cunt is spread even wider and all ready for his cock, or the fact that he just loves digging his fingers or simply putting a vice grip on your plush thighs while he's thrusting. He knows you love him like this too. He doesn't know whether if he likes this because he has a breeding kink or something, but god, he can't deny how much he loves the view.

Shidou Ryusei, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ryomen Sukuna, Atsumu Miya, Toji Fushiguro, Barou Shoei, Karasu Tabito, Shiu Kong, Bokuto Kotaro, Katsuki Bakugo, Shota Aizawa.+Your favs.

Thank you for reading!

Reblogs would be highly appreciated! 🎀

[neeeooon]

OH MY DAYS i need a blue lock fic with the characters being with a s/o who easily gets jealous but won’t do anything about it, except maybe holding the characters hand or cling onto them and they think it’s the CUTEST THING EVER they just find you so cute with your lil pout and furrowed eyebrows, and the reader maybe glares at the person who is making them feel this uncomfortable feeling (jealousy and possessiveness) residing in them :0

characters: isagi, barou (my king pls i’d let him step on me), rin, sae, chigiri, and maybe kaiser or nagi? ><

ofc!! thank you for the request! wbk version here

when they find your jealousy adorable

bf bllk x gn!reader. fluff

isagi yoichi

-> isagi’s practice was canceled and he promised to spend the day with you. until half of his team crashed your date

-> the worst part? isagi was excited to see them! you sat there, scanning bookshelves and holding your own growing pile of books, side-eying your man every few seconds to see if he’d offer to carry them for you

-> “coffee coffee,” kurona chanted, resulting in the others craving caffeine as well. when isagi turned to ask if you wanted to join them, he caught your jealous little pout and the dip between your brows and melted

-> “i’ll meet you guys in a little while. my girl/boy needs me!” you humphed and spun away when your boyfriend finally tried to pluck the books out of your arms. “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i should have been paying more attention, but you’re just so cute when you’re jealous.”

barou shoei

-> you can’t help your rising temper as people crowd around you and barou, chanting “king, king!” repeatedly as they try to get his attention

-> your grip tightened around his arm, pulling him with you to the car and locking the doors when you were in. “babe, i love you, but i hate your fans.”

-> barou smirked and admired your flushed and pouty face as you continued to stare out the blackened windows at the fans. the chants got quieter and quieter as he drove away, but they still irked you

-> “you look jealous.” you faced him, appalled. “jealous? me? of them?! yuck!” but your cheeks were red and barou picked your hand up to kiss the back of it as he drove. “it’s adorable.” “… i might be a little, tiny, small bit jealous…”

itoshi rin

-> “rin, hold me back.” “no.” “i’m about to beat her up! so either hold me back, or bail me out of jail.”

-> you were at a park when a food truck worker started hitting on your boyfriend, despite his obvious disinterest and your presence

-> sighing heavily, rin grabbed your hand and pulled you with him as he approached the car. usually he’d find the obsessive, incoherent mumbling of threats irritating, but coming from you? he found himself smiling at your creativity

-> “you don’t need to be jealous.” “i wasn’t..! well, she didn’t need to flirt so heavily while i was literally holding your hand!” rin pinched your cheek before starting the car. “cute.” “i’ll kill her!”

itoshi sae

-> your jaw dropped when you walk into your house to find your boyfriend and a man sitting at your table with dinner and wine. they greeted you casually, like you were the one intruding, as you slipped past to grab some water from the fridge

-> you spent the whole evening sulking in the living room until his friend finally left. “who was that?” “a friend from spain.” “hm.” ohh, you’re jealous. you’re envious. you’re searching re al’s social media for any mention of that guy and humphed when you found a photo of him and sae as young teens

-> “well, i’m sorry i interrupted your date.” you couldn’t see sae smiling at you as he explained, “it wasn’t a date. he’s in town for work.” “work that involves drinking our wine..” “important business.”

-> you flopped yourself across the couch as sae approached with a bottle. “i don’t want your reject wine.” “i was going to give it to him, but his wife is pregnant and can’t drink.” you blink. “why didn’t you lead with that?!” “cause you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

chigiri hyoma

-> chigiri is the type to stew in his jealousy until it goes away, but he found himself smiling when running into an old friend while out with you

-> you are not as conscious of your inner emotions, and chigiri had to bite back his grin as you fumed silently at his side, especially when his friend pushed chigiri’s shoulder when she laughed. “we should totally meet up again! i’ll see if anyone else is in town. bye, hyoma!”

-> after she left, chigiri burst into laughter at your little, mocking, “bye hyoma! i’m sick of her ass.”

-> you grumbled things about the encounter the rest of the day, and chigiri just smiled and chuckled through it all. “how are you so social?” “how are you so cute when you’re jealous?” “i’m not!”

michael kaiser

-> usually, kaiser's the one getting jealous, so when you were the one clinging to him through the crowd of fans, he couldn't help but be amused

-> “back off,” you seethed when a fan stepped a bit too close to your man, and you would have snapped your teeth if they didn’t scamper off after the first warning. kaiser grinned, completely invested in your bodyguarding

-> you managed to break through the fans, practically shielding kaiser with a hug you claimed wasn’t a hug. he poked one of your flushed cheeks and beamed when you frowned. “you’re adorable.”

-> “am not! i’m protecting you from those heathens!” “you’re jealous of my fans.” “nuh-uh!” “yes. it’s adorable.” “… i’m gonna kick you!”

nagi seishiro

-> getting jealous is a frequent thing when it comes to your oblivious boyfriend, and you constantly have to remind him of that

-> “sei?” “hm?” “you know they’re flirting with you, right?” you point at the online gaming chat, where some user he was playing with was calling him cute and asking for his number. nagi just blinked up at you. “but your name is in my bio.” “i don’t think they care.” “i put a heart, though..”

-> you pouted. “fine. do what you want. let them call you cute or whatever…” nagi can’t help but grin a little at your jealousy

-> when you turn your back to him, he rolls his chair over to you and wraps both arms around your middle, resting his forehead against your back. “cute. only you’re cute.” he gave you a small squeeze. “especially when you’re jealous..”

[shoeistars]

no photos ! pt 1

incl. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi

ʚଓ outline. where the boys keep their slutty polas of you <3

ʚଓ w. pro!players, 18+ content, minors dni, photos/polas, fem!reader, read at your own discretion as I don’t do individual tagging for element of surprise <3

ʚଓ pt 2 (reo, barou, rin, sae, shidou)

isagi : on the back of his phone

Oh, he’s obsessed with this one polaroid you let him take, his cock slotted between your pretty tits. Your nails sparkled in the photo due to the flash, acrylics all shiny as you held your breasts together to keep him nice and snug

That night was one where he had earned himself a big win, the celebration you gave him was timeless. Your face was all sticky, smeared in pearly cum and runny spit, little bubbles all around the corner of your mouth

Clear case and all, everyone can get a good look at his favorite girl, see just how much of a cockslut she was with a fat dick between her tits and a pearly smile on her face

bachira : shoebox

As deranged as Bachira is, he likes to keep you for his eyes only. That being said, the Nike shoebox that’s stored under his bed is full of filth, softcore porn, downright sin

Pictures of your leaking cunt just pumping cream all over the base of his thick cock, pictures of your fucked out face all flushed and dazed. Constant memories that he happens to keep ahold of for lonely nights

There’s enough to nearly fill up the big black box that once held his soccer cleats, so full that the lid can’t even fit on properly to do its job. It’s a tradition for him to snap a shot of you when he’s got you cockdrunk, after all

chigiri : trendy altoids box

Did we expect anything else from our artsy princess? He follows trends and those metal altoid mint boxes aren’t an exception, he carries it around with him at all times, decorated to perfection

He’s got tons of miscellaneous shit in there, ranging from a mini bottle of fragrance, a roll of tums, a fortune slip from the fortune cookies the two of you got at the local chinese restaurant in your area

Oh, but his favorite item is taped at the top of the box, sealed in place with a hello kitty sticker. A polaroid of you with his cock down your throat, taking it so deep that you can see the outline in your esophagus. He just so happens to be pressing a palm flat against, Chigiri was real proud of you that night

kunigami : scrapbook

A man of class, really. He’d hate to see all of those precious photos of his princess getting damaged or scratched, his best bet was getting a plain book to store each pola in their own plastic slots

They’re even organized, ranging from you sucking his cock, to your back turned to him as he’s plowing your guts from behind, to you on your knees with glossy nut covering every goddamn inch of your body

It’s his prized possession, stuffed in his bookshelf next to all of his old soccer books and manga. A good flip through is enough to make him chub up in his joggers

nagi : playstation

That playstation was damn expensive, he’d be a fucking fool to not add a breathtaking picture of you bouncing on his dick like it’s your lifeline. It’s taped with washi tape, front and center for him to look at anytime he’s within reach of his console

You’re purely glowing in the photo, the sheen of sweat he got you worked up in making your skin glisten like a goddess. The flash managed to catch the details of his veined up arm as he wrapped a huge hand around your throat

He’s obsessed with the expression on your face too, brows furrowed and jaw slacked with a fat glob of spit dripping past your lips like a hungry dog. His girl was a whore for big dick, a fact that made him smirk lazily when it crossed his mind

[kxsagi]

Can you please make a hc of blue lock 11 with a reader who is an exchange student and their family is basically a host for the 3 years of readers school? Omg I wonder how'd they'll deal with that🫣🫣

“𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨”

a/n: some might be out of character/not canon and i apologize 😓

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, niko ikki, gagamaru gin, mikage reo, hiori yo, barou shoei

isagi yoichi

the moment you arrive, isagi’s mom greets you like you’re her long-lost child. full-on apron, cookies, and “sweetheart, are you hungry?” 

isagi tries to play it cool but nearly knocks over a vase when you smile and say his name with your accent. 

you quickly become the golden child of the household. his parents adore you. they’re always like “why can’t you be more like her?” 

he’s so stressed. 

you help him study for school and he helps you with japanese, except half the time you catch him staring at your mouth when you pronounce things wrong. 

one night you’re wearing pajama shorts and brushing your teeth, and he walks past the bathroom, sees your legs, and promptly runs into the wall. 

tries to hide his feelings until his mom says, “you know, you’d make a cute couple,” and he short-circuits on the spot. 

his little cousin saw you two giggling and drew a picture labeled “isagi’s wife.” he’s still recovering. 

itoshi rin

rin’s family? normal. rin? not emotionally equipped for this. 

when you show up, he avoids eye contact and just mutters “room’s down the hall.” 

his older brother sae walks by, raises a brow, and just goes “... good luck.” 

rin has a system. a routine. a silent household. then you walk in with your foreign snacks and your cheery little “good morning!” and it’s all downhill. 

you catch him watching you dance around while making eggs. he denies it to this day. 

he keeps buying your favorite snacks “just because they were on sale,” but they never are. 

his mom loves you. invites you to help cook. rin accidentally says “thank you” to you instead of her and chokes on his rice. 

one day you fall asleep on the couch with your head on his shoulder. he doesn’t move for three hours. not even to use the bathroom. 

nagi seishiro

you move in and within the first hour he’s like “can i nap in your room?” 

his mom is an absolute saint. she keeps asking if you’re comfortable and if nagi is being too lazy (he is). 

nagi gets attached too fast. follows you around the house like a sleepy cat. 

you teach him slang from your country and he starts using it in the most inappropriate situations. 

like “yo that’s fire” about a math test. 

he accidentally sees you in a face mask one night and thinks you’re a ghost. goes into cardiac arrest. wakes up his mom. 

he gets a little jealous when you get friendly with some neighborhood boys and mumbles “don’t like that” under his breath. 

tries to impress you by scoring goals at the park. ends up tripping on the ball and says it’s your fault for watching him. 

otoya eita

the moment you show up, he leans on the doorframe with a smirk and says, “i didn’t know foreign girls were this cute.” 

his mom adores you. his sister adores you. his grandma’s ready to knit you a sweater. 

otoya? in hell. 

flirts with you constantly, but you’re unfazed, and it drives him nuts. 

you steal his hair ties and his hoodie once, and he lays face down on the floor for ten minutes. 

makes you breakfast once, shirtless, like it’s a romcom. burns the toast. still acts like it was seductive. 

one day you walk in wearing his oversized hoodie and he just deadass says “i’m gonna marry you.” 

accidentally says “babe” instead of your name. pretends it was a joke. it was not. 

yukimiya kenyu

this man’s family has taste. they have scented candles. fancy dinner. classical music at breakfast. 

yukimiya greets you like a prince: “welcome to our home. i hope you’ll be comfortable.” 

you trip on the rug and he catches you bridal-style. moment one. 

his mom invites you to spa nights. his dad debates art with you. he teaches you skincare routines with extreme intensity. 

once you walked into the kitchen in an old t-shirt and his jaw dropped like you were on a runway. 

you catch him posing in the mirror and he’s like “it’s for my mental clarity.” 

gets flustered when you compliment him. “you look good today.” visible lag in system. 

literally gets pouty when you don't notice his new cologne. he 100% wears it for you. 

karasu tabito

his mom welcomes you with open arms and a giant plate of food. 

his dad is chill. and karasu? chaotic big brother mode activated. 

teases you constantly: your accent, your height, your choice in cereal – nothing is safe. 

but threatens to fight a guy in your class when he hears someone called you “foreign girl” like it’s an insult. 

his mom starts calling you her “bonus daughter.” karasu tells everyone you're the "family's favorite now." 

has a secret soft spot for when you say his name gently. tries not to show it. 

once you fell asleep on his shoulder and he pretended to be annoyed but didn’t move for two hours. 

brags to everyone at school that you live with him. “yeah, she’s kinda obsessed with me.” he gets kicked for that. 

bachira meguru

bachira’s house is a vibe. weird posters, odd trinkets, and like, randomly hanging up abstract art that only he can explain. 

he greets you with a high-energy “LET'S GO! YOU’RE HERE! LET’S PARTY!” and immediately drags you to play soccer in the yard. 

his mom’s just as chill as he is. she hands you a plate of food like she’s been waiting for you to get hungry. 

bachira’s motto: “let’s make the weirdest memories!” 

at 2 AM, he convinces you to help him paint his nails. it’s a disaster. 

you catch him mimicking your accent to “improve his language skills,” and it’s honestly more terrifying than cute. 

he constantly sneaks in unnecessary touches. he’s like “nah, i was just trying to help you out” when he’s accidentally on your lap. 

tries to cook for you once. it’s a mess. he hands you a bowl of noodles he made, and the noodles are like… stuck together. “it’s art, okay?” 

one day you fall asleep on the couch with your head on his shoulder, and he lowkey takes a picture to show off to his friends. 

chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s family is super chill. dad’s got a fancy job, mom’s super organized, and his older sister follows you around, asking way too many questions. 

you’re immediately like “wow, this is classy” but then chigiri starts making weird noises to entertain his sister, and you’re like, okay, this is not what i expected. 

chigiri gets flustered every time you compliment him. “stop, i can’t concentrate,” he says as you casually mention he’s good at soccer. 

one time you’re just chilling in the living room, and he walks by in a t-shirt and sweatpants and he’s suddenly the most attractive person you’ve ever seen. 

he denies he’s into you, but when you’re both playing video games together, he gets a little too competitive and ends up sitting way too close to you on the couch. 

he lets you borrow his hoodie. you almost faint because it smells like him. tragic. 

at a family dinner, he tries to be the perfect son but you catch him sneaking a french fry from your plate. “hey, don’t judge me, i’m hungry.” 

lowkey panics when his mom calls you “her new daughter.” he’s like, “no no, she’s just staying for three years. not like that…” 

niko ikki

niko’s house is quiet. like… eerily quiet. the kind of quiet where you feel bad walking too loudly on the hardwood floors. 

his parents are polite but very hands-off. they give you space, and niko follows suit, but not out of rudeness. that’s just how he is. 

when you arrive, niko gives you a curt nod and simply says, “welcome.” that’s it. no wild greetings, no over-the-top gestures. and honestly? it’s kind of comforting. 

the guest room is perfectly tidy. stocked with extra pillows, a reading lamp, and a little sticky note on the desk that just says: “make yourself comfortable. – niko.” 

niko doesn’t hover, but you’ll catch him glancing over his manga when you walk into the room, like he’s curious but too shy to say anything. 

sometimes you’ll sit next to him while he plays handheld games and he won’t say a word, but he won’t leave either. 

the first time you compliment his gameplay or mention you like anime too, he literally stiffens. straightens back. pauses game. “… really?” 

he starts recommending titles to you through sticky notes, or leaving them conveniently open on the coffee table. 

eventually, he starts talking more, quietly, but warmly. about small things, like how to use the rice cooker, or what time the house gets loud because the neighbors vacuum daily. 

one night, you wake up to find him in the living room watching anime with headphones. he sees you and takes them off. “you can join me, if you want.” 

his affection isn’t loud, but he’ll wait for you after school, cook extra rice, and walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to traffic. he doesn’t say why. he just does. 

and his parents? after three months, they start treating you like you’re part of the family – quiet dinners, warm nods, and the occasional “we’re glad you’re here.” 

gagamaru gin

gagamaru’s family is straight-up chaotic. it’s loud, even though his parents are extremely chill, and the house is filled with weird art projects and half-finished DIY projects. 

you immediately hit it off with his mom, who teaches you all the “good gossip” about gagamaru’s childhood. 

gagamaru acts tough, but once you get to know him, he’s a big teddy bear. he tries to act like a “cool older brother,” but ends up giving you some really questionable advice. 

once you hear a weird noise at night and go investigate. you find gagamaru trying to “reorganize” the kitchen… at 2 AM. 

he insists on helping you with everything, but his idea of “help” is just him eating your food and giving you compliments. 

random gagamaru fact: he 100% still wears his childhood pajamas when he’s at home. 

you once get into a heated argument about whose snack is better, and he’s so passionate about it that he throws a bag of chips at the wall. 

his family starts asking you if you’re sure you don’t want to marry him. “he’s a good catch.” gagamaru chokes on his drink. 

honestly? probably the most fun house to live in because nothing is ever boring. 

mikage reo

reo’s family is fancy, and by fancy, i mean the type of fancy where everything looks perfectly polished, the plates are fine china, and everything is “just so.” 

his parents immediately recognize you as a special guest. they treat you like royalty, which is both flattering and terrifying. 

reo is a softy for you, even though he tries to play it off. “i’m just being polite,” he’ll say, but he’s literally making your favorite drink every morning. 

you walk into his room once, and it’s like… the room of a true rich kid – velvet sheets, a bookshelf full of books on money, and his perfectly organized clothes. 

reo’s mom gives you a quick rundown of their house rules, and one of them is that “reo never finishes his dinner.” reo gets very flustered when you finish his portion. 

he buys you a cute necklace and tries to play it off like it’s nothing. you thank him and now his entire family is like “oh, they’re totally dating now.” 

tries to style your hair once and it ends in an absolute disaster. both of you end up laughing, and his parents are watching the whole thing. 

hiori yo

you could tell the moment you entered hiori’s home: it was beautiful, polished… and a little too perfect. 

his parents greet you with smiles that don’t quite reach their eyes. “we expect greatness from those who live under this roof,” his father says. 

hiori’s standing behind them, quiet. unreadable. he nods at you gently, then helps you carry your bags inside. 

your room is pristine. everything feels like it belongs in a catalog. hiori knocks on your door before you can even unpack. “if you need anything… just let me know.” 

you slowly learn that hiori’s the kind of person who notices everything: you like warm tea in the morning? he’ll make some before you’re up. you study better with music? he shares his playlist. 

his parents are polite, but distant. hiori rarely speaks to them at meals, and when he does, it’s measured. practiced. but with you? he’s quieter, but real. 

you catch him reading on the balcony after practice, hair still wet, eyes far away. “you ever feel like your life’s not really yours?” he asks one evening. 

when you’re cooking together (because he’s really good at it, to your surprise), he opens up a little more. “i used to think being the best was all i had to offer,” he says, “but lately… i think there’s more.” 

he teaches you things without making you feel dumb. soccer, math, even how to tie a scarf properly. he’s got this wise, old-soul energy that makes you feel calm around him. 

over time, he starts laughing more. soft, rare laughs that make your heart flip. and he starts walking into your room without knocking, only when he’s sure you’re alone, though. 

his parents start commenting on how much happier he seems. his mother pulls you aside once and says, “thank you for being here. it’s… different now.” 

and hiori? he thanks you in his own way, through gestures, little notes left on your notebook, the way he waits up when you’re late, and the way he listens. really listens. 

“you make this house feel like a home,” he says one night. then looks away, ears pink. “... just thought you should know.” 

barou shoei

barou’s family is no-nonsense, and he’s the golden child, which means you are immediately in the spotlight. 

his mom does not play when it comes to manners. “you better treat her well, sho.” barou literally turns into a different person when his mom’s around. 

you catch him randomly flexing in the mirror and get awkwardly complimented about his “perfect physique.” 

one time, you definitely tease him about being a king, and he just glares, but then in a lowkey way starts acting like he’s your personal bodyguard. 

you think barou is cocky, but the second you show up wearing his team jersey (just to try it on), his entire mood changes. 

barou’s mom loves you. barou? not so much when she starts asking you about your future together. 

every time barou tries to “show off” in front of you, he ends up doing something embarrassing, like tripping over his own feet. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[saintshigaraki]

Vic you’re soo right, Reo is officially a milf hunter 😭😭

I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW AND FOR THAT NO OTHER BLLK CHARACTER TOUCHES HIM !!! REO THE UNTOUCHABLE !!

[hyomaslut]

──★ ˙🌟 ̟ !! gold star redemption program. 18+!

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ's ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ

✿ ─ synopsis: you are the new manager for team blue lock and you have a great idea to make the players get along better. after all, positive reinforcement worked really well on dogs, why not men? ✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma + kunigami rensuke referenced ✿ ─ cw: smut, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, aged-up!characters(18+), pet names, kissing, penetrative sex, oral receiving/giving, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, deepthroating/face-fucking, non-exclusive relationships, lots of jealousy, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, shidou is an asshole, rin threatens murder, somewhat proofread ✿ ─ notes: okay so every is going to ignore the logistics and mental gymnastics done to put all these guys on the same team and have any of this go on, right? cool. this work was requested by @anastasiablossomlove pls enjoy!

managing team blue lock was no task for a person of average conviction. anyone with less of a spine would be easily trampled and consumed by the members, all with big personalities and even bigger egos. you took to the role with exceptional organizational skills and a positive attitude that didn’t falter, even under the cold glares of the less compliant men of the team (cough cough itoshi rin cough cough barou shouei). before the end of your first week you had drafted up detailed and individualized meal plans, unique to each of them. by the second you had worked with the coach to create special training regimes that works towards their fitness goals while providing challenge and variety. right under their noses you dug your pretty fingers into every part of team blue lock, finding every issue and soothing every conflict, turning a group of somewhat wild animals into a well functioning machine with you at its core.

and not a detail slipped your eye. you could always tell when kunigami had pushed himself too hard in the gym by the stiffness in his shoulders. honestly you doubt you would’ve been able to convince him to let you help him if he wasn’t just as sore as you predicted. but the minute your palms were pressing into his back he was groaning in relief, “you’re an angel” grumbled under his breath. he’s a bit less embarrassed the next time around, blushing while asking you to fix him like you did last time.

you quickly took responsibility for doing chigiri’s hair before every practice and game. after seeing it fall out of its style and flap wildly in his face whenever he reached top speed on the field, you decided he needed something a little more reliable to keep it out the way so his eyes could stay on the ball. though when his hair was this soft, who could blame you for taking a bit longer than necessary, brushing through the knots and gently scratching at his scalp. plus, he didn’t seem to mind all that much, always red faced and all smiles, leaning into your touch. the thank you kiss he plants on your cheek lingers long enough to leave a matching blush on your face as a token of his appreciation.

being the backbone of their system earned you respect, acknowledgement, even affection from the overly friendly members of the team (cough cough bachira meguru cough cough shidou ryusei). no one could deny the benefits of having you around, always offering all kinds of helpful advice and showed not a shred of judgment when listening to their problems. and you weren’t exactly ignorant to the fact that your constant support was causing some of your new friends to become especially attached to you. maybe to someone else it would be a bigger concern, but in your eyes, this was only another opportunity to do more for your team.

that’s why you implemented the gold star redemption program to help motivate them. it was quite simple to follow, you had a chart with all of their names along with cute, slightly wonky doodles of them, and a list of ways to earn gold stars. from goals and assists to being on good behavior, whatever way they earn their stars, team members can then cash them in for certain prizes from you. the list had looked something like this…

2 ☆ = snack or drink of your choice 4 ☆ = a home cooked meal 5 ☆ = a kiss <3 7 ☆ = a massage <33 10 ☆ = private training session <333

the objective was to give incentives towards cooperation. not to mention, it’s always good to strengthen bonds with your team members. it seems, however, that you underestimated how much of your time this new system would take up. or maybe you just overestimated how easy it would be to keep up with the greedy desires of so many egoists at once.

ever since your arrival, anyone with eyes could see that isagi yoichi carried a torch for you. you let him talk your ear off for hours about tactics and players, never tired of his company or too busy for his rambles. it gets his heart thumping obnoxiously loud in his chest. so yoichi makes it his objective to dote on you as much as possible to try to make up for all the time you spend fussing over everybody else. always staying after practice to help you or walking you home. so when you start handing out stars for that kind of stuff, isagi is already making a steady income. he considers himself a gentleman, so at first he spends his stars on meals. and he’s more than happy to eat your cooking, stirring up all kinds of wifey fantasies in his head and enjoying his lunches with you. but at night, when he’s lying in bed, the big ticket item at the bottom of the prize board haunts him. and when he can’t take it anymore, he slips into your tiny little office that you share with the coach, a self-satisfied smile on his face when he lets you know that he just finished the stat sheets you asked him to fill out, earning him his tenth gold star. enough for one private training session.

in all the times you thought about sex with isagi, you’re not sure you ever pictured it to be like this. bent over your own desk, tennis skirt bunched up around your waist, your star player too eager to sink into your pussy to even push down your underwear. they stayed tugged to the side, thoroughly soaked from the way his hips meet yours in sloppy desperate thrusts. “i knew i needed to fuck you when i saw this skirt,” he confesses, eyes fixed to the point where you connect, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you, “you’ve been tempting me all day, so be a good girl and take my cock, okay?” before you can respond he hooks a finger into the elastic of your panties to let it snap back against your skin, drawing a small yelp from you. he changs the angle to fuck you harder, deeper. you wonder if this could be the same sweet yoichi that carries your things and bashfully tells you your outfit looks good.

apparently that yoichi doesn’t exist once he’s balls deep inside you, all that’s left is the side of him you’ve only caught glimpses of when he’s dominating his opponents on the field. and if you thought that it was a chance encounter, you’re sorely mistaken as week after week isagi makes sure he earns his ten stars and you get to know just how mean he can be. his grip is always tight around your hair, whether it’s pulling and steering you into the position he wants or guiding your head down to take more of his dick. god forbid he asks you nicely for something like he always does when you’re not ‘training’. one time you even had the gall to suggest the idea to him and lived to regret it as now if you want anything from him, isagi is only accepting the most convincing of your begs. “c'mon princess, mind your manners, if you wanna cum then you’re gonna have to ask really nicely.” and no teary eyed puppy dog look will get you what you want, even when he makes getting your words out so difficult. truthfully, he never intends to be so hard on you, but having you crying and begging for his cock is the only way to soothe the devil on his shoulder that tries to tell him to take you for himself. in the aftermath, you start to recognize your yoichi again, sheepish in his apologies for how rough he was with you, kissing away the tears that run down your face. he’s lucky you’re too fucked out to charge him for them.

there’s not a world where you offer bachira meguru sexual favors in exchange for playing soccer and he says no. he was already gonna do that anyway, and now not only does he get to make even more of a game out of it, but his reward for winning is the cute little manager he’s had his eyes on for far too long? consider him sold. bachira knows it would be most fun for him to save up and have sex with you as soon as possible, but all of a sudden he has five and he’s itching for a kiss. one he decides to give you right before practice starts… in front of the whole team. but can you blame him? he’s already been waiting forever to feel those pretty glossed lips on his, you couldn’t really expect him to make it through the next few hours when he’s so close to getting what he wants. and you could maybe understand that, but was it really necessary to go for a full open-mouthed wet almost make out that left you panting when everyone’s eyes were already on you? you suspect not, but bachira doubles down, telling you it was of upmost importance that he got it in, else he wouldn’t be able to focus. he neglects to tell you that he overheard reo in the locker room talking about what he was gonna do now that he had five stars. shidou already made it very clear that he would be first to ten, so bachira had to be crafty in order to secure at least one first from you.

meguru was certainly one of the more needy players, right under nagi that required some form of encouragement every step of the way to get anything done. bachira usually does what you tell him to, but not without whining about deserving a prize for being good. quite frankly, you dread having to ask anything of him, because he is determined to be fully compensated for even the smallest of requests. even a task as easy as grabbing something on a high shelf was met with a cheeky smirk and a request for a kiss. and don’t think he’ll budge either, holding the item hostage if he thinks he can squeeze two out of you. it didn’t make it any easier that bachira didn’t possess a shy bone in his whole body, openly showering you in affection when the others were around, holding your hand and nuzzling his face into your collar. it was enough to make even a professional like you blush. he acted as if he was oblivious to the jealous stares of his friends, but the smug cat-like smirk he sends them and the way he only holds you tighter when you try to shyly brush him off gives him away. it may come as a surprise considering his reputation for being a bit delusional, but bachira tries to root himself in reality for once. he frequently reminds himself of the nature of your relationship and tries his best not let his imagination run wild with anything that would be beyond the boundaries you’ve clearly set. things like picturing himself taking you on dates, coming home to you at night, introducing you to his mom. they were all too dangerous to let his mind settle on them for too long.

and what better distraction than burying his face between your thighs. it’s hard to think of much when he hasn’t bothered to stop lapping at your cunt long enough to take a breath in a couple minutes. suffocating was the least of his concerns when the clench around his fingers lets him know your orgasm is just around the corner. meguru swears that your pathetic little whimpers and the slick dripping down his chin are like a straight hit of dopamine to his brain and he’s at real risk of addiction at this point. lidded amber eyes travel up to watch your expression twist into one of pleasure as you gasp out his name. now that catches his interest. when your vision clears and your brain is functioning again after that intense high, you search for his comfort as if you had done any of the hard work. but all you’re met with is that signature wild look that he gets when he brushing past the enemy team’s defense straight towards his goal. it’s your only warning that he’s far from tired and even farther from sated. “if i can keep going, so can you baby. i know you have more for me. jus’ need t’see you make that face one more time.” you have no room to protest, his tongue already finding your clit and working towards bringing you to the edge once again. by your fourth time cumming, you’re sobbing for a break and debating whether you should charge him four times over or give him a star for each one.

someone who was on board with your system from the second that you explained how it worked, was shidou ryusei. what better way to celebrate another one of his blood pumping, heart stopping performances than racing to the locker room to blow a load in his favorite girl while his teammates debrief with the coach? to him it was simple, you fuck him, you feed him, you take care of him, you spend time with him. shidou is, by all of his definitions, dating you. while some might be turned off by the idea of dating someone who isn’t offering exclusivity, he didn’t see it as much of an obstacle. not when he spent star stickers like a gambler on a slot machine, having you multiple times a week if the economy allowed it. and if he’s short a few, no worries, ryusei is quite the negotiator. it starts one week when he’s only missing a star or two, promising he’ll pay back the difference, you know he’s a good customer. it’s probably not a good idea to give in to him though, as the next time he wants a private training session, he’ll insist they’re only nine stars for him. he has made all kinds of fake coupons from 50% Off! to Buy One Get One Free! to even a homemade punch card in his own terrible handwriting. shidou was the first one to ever get a star taken away when he tried to give you an arby’s gift card in exchange for a blowjob. he didn’t try that tactic again.

the worst is when he tries to haggle in the middle of sex. your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his tip is kissing your cervix when he chooses to whine about not being able to kiss you because he has no stars left. he worked too hard to get good star credit, he can’t go into star debt!! “ and with his lips just hovering over yours, his hot breath fanning across your face, how could you say no? in a moment of weakness, you have unfortunately given an inch to shidou, infamous mile taker, and now it’s hard to get him to pay for any of his kisses, especially while he’s fucking you. you thank god that at the very least no one knows he’s been getting them for free… if only shidou would allow your life to be that easy. even worse than giving him an inch, you expected shidou to keep a secret. and you thought his big mouth was something you liked about him. until he’s using it to brag to everyone that he’s your favorite, practically your boyfriend, all because you let him get away with a smooch here and there. let’s just say you had to give out a lot of free kisses to smooth over the problem his bragging habits created.

honestly ryusei was starting to cause a lot of confusion outside of the team with his antics. what with his always hanging off your arm, giving you as much affection as you’d tolerate, calling you sweet nicknames. the people in your life were actually starting to believe you two were dating. not that shidou does anything to discourage such rumors, only grinning and agreeing every time someone mistakes you as a couple. hell, he was starting to get you confused, saying things during your training sessions that certainly didn’t fit the transactional nature of the act. “holy shit you’re so tight- love this pussy, l-love you so much. say my name. c’mon baby, say you love me and i’ll make you feel so fucking good.” and only because ryusei always makes good on his promises do you allow yourself another moment of weakness.

itoshi rin didn’t have much interest or faith in you upon first introduction. he sized you up as some nobody doing this whole manager thing as a fun extracurricular, so as long as you stayed out of his way he didn’t care what you did. with his luck, he shouldn’t be surprised that you were immediately in his way, extremely often, rambling to him about ideas and strategies that he had no intention on listening to. although even he could admit, he understood why the others were so easily charmed by you. he was wrong about how seriously you took your job. not that it changed anything. at least that’s what rin tells himself, but in reality your relentless efforts and endless dedication to supporting all of them was something that spoke to him, made him a bit soft for you. it didn’t help that you were his type in every sense of the word, your attractiveness doing nothing but make feigning indifference a lot harder for rin. your seemingly endless patience didn’t help either. you always responded in kind to all of rin’s harsh words and cold stares, never let his sour attitude deter your subtle acts of service like getting grass stains out of his uniform and making sure he stays unbothered during his yoga. against his will, he was slowly warming up to you, but you were still caught off guard when rin started cashing in his stars, even if it was just a meal. he had lots of them sitting idle on the chart waiting to be used, so you supposed it was only natural for him to get some free food out of it. but you were even more taken aback when a couple days later he requested a massage from you with insistence that he only asks because he’s been extremely tense as of late. which wasn’t entirely untrue. rin had been very tense. just not from anything soccer related like he’d like you to believe. he was tense from the stress of his budding feelings for you combined with the dread of knowing he probably will never have you all to himself. at least not with this stupid reward system in place.

he despises it. he absolutely hates going about his day knowing there are other guys, his shithead teammates, that are getting your time, attention, and affection for the price of a couple of stupid fucking stickers. he misses the days when shidou’s incessant bragging about how many times he was able to make you cum or bachira’s unnecessary details of what your pussy tastes like didn’t bother him. now his blood boils to hear them talk about you like that. that kind of anger makes it clear to him that being your friend was simply not an option anymore. which is how he settled on getting a massage from you. he would satisfy this overwhelming craving he has for you and go back to normal and be able to focus solely on becoming best in the world again without thoughts of you plaguing his mind. that was his hope going into it, but feeling your warm touch on his bare back, melting away years of untreated knots and neglected aches in his body, he could almost blush at the intimacy he feels. especially when that foreign kindness he loves so much is on display as you reassure him that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about and that you’re proud he finally put his pride aside long enough to let you help him. you’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker now. no use in struggling so hard, he supposes, as some part of him knows he’s doomed to fall sooner or later. perhaps it’s time to surrender. he fought a good fight, but his greed for you was candidly too tough of an opponent.

and to rin, surrender looked like asking you when’s the soonest he could book a private training session. you don’t think you could look any more shocked. rin had a quick turn around from someone you doubted even liked you, to someone reserving as much of your time as his stars could buy. the more often he was with you, the less time you spent giving those lukewarm brats the treatment he wants reserved for him. and he wishes he gave in a lot sooner when he feels the wet heat of your mouth around his cock for the first time. how fast he would’ve folded if he knew how pretty you would look on your knees for him. rin tried to be gentle and let you set the pace, but between hissing out curses and barely biting back moans, that same greed to get more from you has his hand twisting itself in your hair and pushing down on the back of your head. he couldn’t help it. and it was so worth it to watch you choke and sputter around his length but never pull away. he knew you weren’t a quitter. “shit, feels good… don’t stop,” he all but gasps, hips instinctively jumping to reach further down your throat, grip tightening when you try to come up for air. after a long moment of breathing through your nose you relax enough to let him ease himself the rest of the way in. rin sighs in relief when your nose finally presses against his pelvis. the way you look up at him starry-eyed and full of adoration made his chest feel heavy with desire to be the only one you ever look at. it drives him crazy that any guy on the team can see you like this, and that heartache has rin fucking your face to forget it. “fuckkk. don’t look away, eyes on me, g’nna cum in that pretty mouth.”

you couldn’t deny that your new attempt at encouraging the team had its kinks. while overall the amount of arguments that broke out between players lessened to keep on good star-earning behavior, you could tell that it came with its own set of tension creating problems. you also couldn’t deny that being pulled in every direction by men vying for your attention was both very time consuming and extremely gratifying, but you think you manage it well. save for when they were already pumped up with adrenaline from a game, that is when real issues arise. especially when a player from the enemy team thinks it’s a good idea to try and hit on the cute little lady holding the clipboard. fatal mistake.

it starts with your favorite pot stirrer, bachira, calling out from his position, making everyone else on the team aware of the situation. “no shot dude, she don’t want you! focus on losing!” you’re confident you can diffuse whatever is about to go down before you notice rin leaving the ball alone in centerfield to beeline straight towards you. threats are flying from his lips on approach, quick to get in the guy’s face, planting his hands on his shoulders to shove him back. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i’ll kill you if you don’t get the fuck away from her.” you think maybe you have a shot of getting rin under control if you just- your eyes widen in horror as a flash moves in from your peripheral. there are no words, just shidou drop kicking this poor stranger at top speed. you cringe as you watch shidou knocks this guy off his feet, cleats first, taking rin down with him. what a way to earn a red card.

this was a fun project and request tysm!!! i just went about it in the interpretation i found most interesting, i really hope it was to your liking!!!

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[aninipanin1]

Lap pillows with Isagi? (I can imagine the rest of the guys getting jealous)

WHY HIM?

Notes: RAHHH I love Isagi so much, my loml, hope you enjoy!

"What the hell?!"

"Hm? Did you say something, Yukimiya-san?" You asked, tilting your head at the sudden outburst from the brunette player. You were busy tapping on your tablet, answering emails and other chores you were meant to finish as you ate in the canteen.

It was yet another day in Blue Lock, and the cafeteria was still empty except for you and Isagi until Yukimiya entered the cafeteria and found you sitting on a chair. Oh, but it definitely was not the one that caught his attention. Instead, his eyes glared at the slumbering striker that used the rest of the chairs as some sort of bed, with his head on your lap.

It definitely pissed him off, especially with how Isagi had his arms wrapped around your waist while sleeping away on your lap.

"How long has been here?"

"Oh, you mean Isagi-san? He was having a headache earlier, so I said he could sleep on me if he wanted to. So he did."

"Did he now?"

He swore to god that the veins on his forehead were so close to popping. What the hell was that bastard thinking? The shameless audacity to do this was just appaling to the brunette.

Okay, maybe it was because of the green envy running on his veins because he knows he does not have the guts to do this to you (he has a reputation as the gentleman to uphold) but damn, he did not know thag Isagi can be this...upfront.

Now, maybe it was you who offered to do this. It would not be surprising with your empathetic and caring nature, but are you thag clueless and oblivious, that you can let a random guy rest his head on top of your thighs.

"Damn, Isagi..."

He looked to be comfortable with it, too, softly snoring away and face nearly burying his face on your stomach.

It did not take long before the other guys also entered the cafeteria, and at first, it was all good and peaceful, probably because the exhaustion of practice wore them out. Though, they have yet to see the spectacle Yukimiya was currently glaring at.

But of course, it did not take long before the players searched for you. There you were, sitting peacefully, eyeing your tablet while eating, and on your lap was one Isagi...oh.

Oh.

Oh.

"What the fuck?" Barou let out the coldest curse he ever mustered out as he took in what he was seeing.

"Yeah, what the fuck indeed." Niko blinked, glaring at the slumbering raven haired striker.

"Am I the only who has the urge to grab his hair and drag him out of his position?"

"Nope. Do it, no balls." Otoya answered a pissed off Karasu, who looked about ready to jump someone.

"I think you guys are overreacting..." Nagi pouted, feeling jealous as well, but seeing as he always finds himself resting on your thighs when he is feeling extra lazy, he was not as worried as the others were.

"No, we're not. Isagi is dead." Reo said, not even paying attention that it was his turn to get his food from the machines.

"Y/n-chan! What happened with Isagi?" Bachira hopped to the seat next to you, seeing as the others were still too stunned to overtake it (they would always fight for the chairs closest to you, its like a whole Olympic game itself, believe me).

"Hm? Isagi-san was not feeling well, so I let him rest here!" And as if you could not make them anymore jealous, your hand found itself patting and massaging Isagi's hair to try and help relieve any left over pain from his headache even if he is still asleep.

The whole cafeteria was quiet. It is much too quiet than it usually is. But if you could only stop being oblivious for once, the hawk like glare everyone was giving Isagi was noise enough to scare and bother someone who has mental and common stability.

Too bad most of the Blue Lockers do not have that.

"He must have saved the world to be this damn lucky." Chigiri rolled his eyes, before continuing to eat his meal.

"Are we even sure that the headache is real or its just a ploy of his." Aiku doubted. Damn, now he wants to know how it feels to also lay his head on your thighs.

"Dunno, that's unlike Isagi. But still, no forgiveness on him. Traitor." Hiori sassed. Oh, he is definitely getting back at him at practice when he feels supposedly better.

"Oh, wait. Isagi-san, wakey, wakey. You need to eat to better your headache." You said in a whisper, gently shrugging the boy's shoulder.

With a groan, Isagi opened his eyes before standing up, still a bit groggy from his sleep. As he adjusted, you took that time to get him his food as quick as you can before putting it in front of him on the desk.

"Here, eat up! Say 'ahh'." You raised up a chopstick of pork to him to which the boy blushed at, before shyly accepting the pampering treatment.

"Now I wanna be sick. Come on, someone sneeze on me." Lorenzo commented from another table, moving Niko by his shoulders urging the boy to do something as if he knows how to make someone intentionally sick in the first place.

"Wifey material. For real, for real." Shidou blabbered, being stopped by literally Karasu and Nanase from going over to you and Isagi and doung whatever the weird demon had in his mind.

"Feed me too, Y/n-nie!" Charles hopped from his seat to where you are, which pissed off Rin so much he started chanting some curses and insults under his breath that he looked like he was summoning dozens of malevolent spirits.

"Um...okay, Charles-san. But maybe after Isagi-san, since he is sick." You happily accepted, although a bit confused as to why he wants you to feed him too.

"No one is stopping me from stomping on Charles."

"Kunigami no-"

"Kaiser-san, please don't bully Isagi-san. He was not feeling well earlier." You frowned at the German striker who is once again, acting like the cliche mean girl towards Isagi who just glared back at the man.

"Oh, no. Listen, häschen, I have a score to settle with little Yoichi here." Kaiser, who was not present earlier at lunch, heard what happened through word of mouth, and needless to say, he was jealous and pissed that his number one rival in the sport, is also his number one rival in another area.

"Leave me alone, Kaiser."

"How about you do that first with Y/n? Not be a creep?" The blonde striker retorted back with a smug smile on his face. The rest of the Bastard players just entered the field and did not even blimk when they saw Isagi and Kaiser fighting again.

It was another ordinary Wednesday for the German Stratum.

Meanwhile, you just looked at the tension between the two with confusion, trying your best to understand what they are even arguing about again.

'Is this what they call sexual tension? Well, do they even swing that way?'

ADDITIONAL TIME:

"Repeat what I said again, Y/n." Chris smiled, coaxing the girl who looked at him with understanding and determination to obey his words.

"No man is ever worthy of me. Especially hormonal football teenagers. And...um...what was after that?"

"You...?"

"Oh! I deserve someone who is a man who will take care of me well, instead! And if I don't find one, its better for me to be a single, free lady."

"That's my kid!" The blonde coach laughed loudly, patting your head as you smiled back at him, happy that you pleased your mentor and father figure.

Growing up, your father was not the best paternal guidance you had. He does not care about your emotional and psychological needs, only there to improve your intelligence. He never taught you life lessons about the world and how to survive its cruelty.

But now, it seems like you have many father figures (and a maternal figure) to learn the things you were never taught about before. So of course, you paid the utmost attention to the coaches' words and obey them as best you could.

"You're dooming Y/n to a lonely life?" Snuffy raised an eyebrow at Chris, a little doubtful and suspicious of the English man's words.

"Oh, come on! As a man who has been a teen, I know how most teens' minds work. They have to learn how to be a man first in order to treat the princess right. And I'll be the one to make sure of that!" Chris retorted at the Ubers' coach, which just led to Snuffy sighing before patting your head as well.

"He is right at some points. But don't take most of his advice too seriously."

"Hey!"

I know its short guys but pls bear with me I am experiencing writer's block again rahhhh. I think its because its my summer break and my mind is wired to just sleep and scroll lmaoo. Hope yall enjoyed this still though

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.