#isagi's section is finally done

[blue-thief]

thank god for creative writing classes. i was finally able to write 800 words after several weeks of not doing anything 😭😭

[sinsxo]

excuse me. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. you were checking yourself out in the mirror, completely unaware that they were also waiting to use it.

note. idk guys i’m in a writing slump

cw. drabble, lighthearted fic.

wc. 0.7k words, not proofread.

context:

the fitting room at this clothing store was ridiculously far away, a long walk from the section with good clothes.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he spots the mirror from across the aisle and beelines for it, hoodie in hand, ready to see if the color suits him. but then, you’re already there.

you were checking yourself out, not even a single piece of clothing in hand. turning side to side. tugging your own shirt up slightly to see how it falls on your waist. he stops dead in his tracks like he just walked into a crime scene.

“oh, sorry. you go ahead!” he said, way too politely.

you glance at him through the mirror.

“it’s okay, you can use it.”

“no! it’s fine! take your time! you were here first!” he says, way too fast.

you pull him by the arm to the mirror.

“it’s big enough for us both,” you say, resuming your inspection like nothing happened.

he panics for half a second, but then holds up the hoodie to see how it fits on him. he looked unsure and awkward.

“that looks good!” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “the design suits you.”

“really? i’ll get this one then,” he smiles. “thank you!”

he leaves with the hoodie and a brain permanently engraved with the moment your hand touched his arm.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you’re trying to figure out a million ways to style the piece of clothing you’re holding, too concentrated to notice anything else.

rin is already standing behind you. has been for like a full minute.

he’s holding a jacket, one hand in his pocket, and staring directly into the mirror like he’s trying to set it on fire. it’s not intentional. he just looks naturally pissed off at all times.

you finally catch his eyes through the mirror, and got a little surprised.

“...do you wanna use it?”

“not in a rush.”

“you’ve been standing there for a while. we can share.”

“it’s fine.” he said, politely gesturing for you to continue.

you move to the side, making space for him, but he doesn’t move.

“...you can use it now,” you say, maybe a little bit intimidated by his stare.

he exhales. “thank you.”

then steps forward exactly half an inch. still unintentionally glaring. still scowling. still terrifying. you eventually leave him there in front of the mirror like a mirror demon.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you’re holding a pair of jeans up to your legs, trying to imagine the fit, when he appears beside you. not behind you. not waiting politely. just there.

he’s holding up a puffer jacket, already looking into the mirror like you don’t exist.

you pause. blink.

“…hello?” you say, eyebrow raised.

you knew it was a public mirror, but an “excuse me” would’ve been appreciated.

“you’re not using the top half,” he says casually.

“…what?”

he gestures lazily. “you’re looking at your pants. i’m looking at the jacket. we can share.”

you don’t even know how to argue with that level of entitlement.

you stare at him.

“...right. obviously.”

you both looked at your reflections for a while.

“those don’t look that good,” he says, nodding at the jeans.

“neither does that jacket,” you reply.

he huffs a dry response, “okay.”

you go back to comparing colours and he was right, it didn’t look that good. he frowns at the jacket again. it really didn’t look good either.

“do these mirrors make everyone look weird, or just me?” he mutters.

you shrug. “probably just you.”

he turns, finally catching your eye in the mirror.

“you done?” you ask.

“no.”

after a moment of silence, you both walked away at the same time. it’s not friendly. it’s not hostile. it’s something in between, and way more interesting than it should’ve been.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he’s behind you. not quietly. he’s leaning against a nearby rack, yawning loudly like he’s seconds away from falling asleep.

he’s holding a hoodie by the hanger, looking like he wandered into the store by accident.

you’re too focused on checking your reflection to notice. until…

“wonder how long this’ll take…” he mumbles.

you turn. he’s looking straight at you. or past you. hard to tell with half-lidded eyes.

“oh— were you waiting?”

“…mm. maybe.”

“you can use it.”

he yawns again. “nah. too far. i’ll just ask. does this look good?”

he holds up the hoodie, barely even lifting his arm.

you stare. “...it’s fine.”

“cool.” he tosses it over his shoulder like that’s all the confirmation he needs.

he doesn’t even try it on.

did he come here to shop or nap?

you’ll never know.

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[stars-shine-for-me]

sunday snippets!!

thank you @stormyrainyday for the tag i love snooping on other people's writing so this is open!! if you see it feel free to post!!

more u21 because it's all i've been working on recently since posting cliffhanger and while this wasn't written particularly recently (maybe last month?) i'm especially proud of it. normally i'm a bit iffy on dialogue but i like the flow of this section so! enjoy

The gasp Ness lets escape punctures through the phone like a gunshot wound. Rin spends the ensuing pause toying with the idea of what if — what if he’d been good enough? What if he’d taken better care of his instrument? What if he’d fought back, grabbed Sae’s wrist as he left and made him stay? What if he’d just done it right? “I don’t think he slept here last night,” he mumbles instead, laughing humourlessly. “I wonder where he went.” “How did you get home?” asks Ness, pointlessly. “Since Sae clearly didn’t walk you.” The way he says it is bitter, upset, and for a single, spiteful moment, Rin lets vindication wash over him and cool his frustrated skin. “Is it important?” he replies finally, digging a canine into his bottom lip. For some reason, he wants to keep Isagi to himself, tucked away like a dirty secret, hidden like those fleeting moments of peace found in the air as they walked were stolen instead of found. “It’s important to me,” Ness rephrases, uncharacteristically gentle all of a sudden, and Rin folds like his ribcage is made of paper. “Someone from the auditorium walked me back. A practice room neighbour. He overheard Sae and I talking and got worried.” “Got worried? Over just a discussion? Are you sure?” Ness hums, and Rin knows him well enough to tell when he’s trying to manipulate a situation.  “Just a discussion,” he bites out, and Ness doesn’t audibly press the matter, but he can practically sense the sceptical expression on his face through the phone screen, complete with raised eyebrows and a half-curled top lip. “And you were safe? Was he trustworthy? Did he introduce himself? Do you know him?” Ness quizzes all at once, bombarding Rin with mouthfuls of questions that come from a place of concern so thick that it threatens to drown him in it.  “I think if he wasn’t safe to go home with, I wouldn’t be phoning you right now,” replies Rin with as much derisive dryness as he can muster. “He gave me his name and his school and helped me tidy the room, given I was out of sorts.” Ness pauses for a moment, humming a small tune to himself in a way that suggests he’s contemplating something. “And those are? For no reason at all, of course.”

rin ness friendship is lowkey everything to me. their situations are almost offensively similar and it fucks with me so much UGH i love this duo so much (have never interacted in canon)

if you see this do it and give me a tag! i wanna see what everyones working on im so nosy

[hyuge]

You Make Green Look Good on Me

Reo was a mess after Nagi left him behind for Isagi. He worked well enough with Chigiri and Kunigami, but they weren’t Nagi. His entire soccer career was built around playing with Nagi. There was no point in soccer if they weren’t doing it together. There wasn’t much point in anything if they weren’t together. Reo chose Nagi. Nagi didn’t choose Reo. It was a hard truth for Reo to face.

Seeing him so content in the baths the night before their teams faced off made something in him snap. Reo wanted to crush Nagi. He wanted to crush him so hard that Nagi would fall at his feet begging and pleading to be taken back and never leave his side again. It was a solid plan. One that he was committed to carrying out if it was the last thing he did.

And then they failed.

Not only did they lose to Isagi’s team, but they lost Chigiri as well. It was a crushing blow. As hot tears tracked down his face, Reo learned what it was like to lose. He wasn’t used to losing. He had always excelled at everything he did with such minimal effort that it felt unnatural to have his face buried in his hands and grass stains covering his uniform. It felt unnatural to be drenched in sweat and gasping for air to fill his tired, burning lungs. Reo had lost and he no longer had Nagi at his side.

He lost Nagi.

He lost Chigiri.

He lost Kunigami.

Reo gained a new team. A team that would carry him to the third selection in which he would finally reunite with Nagi. So, why was he greeted by Isagi’s annoying face before anything else when his new team walked into the room revealing who all had moved on to the third selection? Why did Nagi call out to him after? Why were they more concerned with the fact that Kunigami wasn’t there than the fact that Reo was? Reo had become an afterthought in Nagi’s mind as he moved further and further ahead of him, leaving Reo in his wake.

Reo was… pissed. As they moved into their new living quarters for the third selection, his mind was anywhere but the team strategy meeting that was going on around him. He put his things in the drawer next to his new bed and stalked off halfway through the meeting. The others could fill him in later. He needed to blow off some steam in a way that a meeting or a group practice would not suffice. Reo made his way down the endless gray hallway in the direction of what he assumed was the gym. The pentagon-shaped building was massive and the way the hallway seemed to go in a giant circle made it incredibly easy to get lost as they moved from section to section.

He put his hand up to one of the doors and it slid open, revealing the gym inside. Reo stepped in, only to find that he wasn’t alone. Figures, he thought, as he heard one of the treadmills running. Reo’s gaze scanned the room in search of the source, surprised to find Nagi of all people jogging on the machine. He never worked out by choice, especially not alone. It was a waste of precious energy and time that could be better spent on video games or sleeping. Reo marched past him to a punching bag near the back of the gym. There was a roll of tape sitting on a shelf near the punching bag and he grabbed it to begin wrapping his hands. The treadmill stopped. Reo looked up from his shoddy wrap-job to see Nagi walking over to him.

“Reo,” called Nagi, looking inquisitive.

Reo huffed and returned to taping his hands. Nagi came to a stop in front of him.

“Reo, are you just going to ignore me now?”

He didn’t respond.

Nagi reached out, taking Reo’s hands in his. When Reo tried to pull away, Nagi held firm. He fixed the bindings so that Reo’s hands were properly wrapped. Bad taping could cause an even worse injury than no taping. Silence settled between them as Nagi worked. When he was done, he released Reo’s hands with a soft squeeze.

“Just because we’re on different teams now doesn’t mean we’re enemies. I never would have started playing soccer if it weren’t for you.”

Reo pursed his lips. “You started soccer because of me, but I’m not the reason you suddenly feel so motivated to keep playing it.” He turned away, throwing a haphazard punch at the punching bag.

Nagi captured him by the bicep, drawing Reo’s arm back. “It’s still you and me. It always has been.”

“Blue Lock will only produce one ‘World’s Greatest Striker.’ There can’t be two ‘greatest.’”

“That’s not what I mean, Reo.”

Nagi’s hand slid down the length of Reo’s arm, taking his hand once more.

“This isn’t like you,” noted Reo. “You’re never so forward. You’ve changed so much in such little time. It’s like I don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“I’m still me,” said Nagi. “You’re still you. We’re still a team, Reo.”

“You chose a different team.”

“To play on,” countered Nagi, “so that I could experience a different version of soccer. The end goal was always to come back to you—to take what I learned and make us even stronger.”

Reo’s chest fluttered but the scowl that had formed on his face refused to leave. “I don’t want to play with anyone but you. There’s no point in soccer if we’re not together.”

Nagi squeezed his hand. “We’re together in other ways. We don’t need to be on the pitch to be the strongest team.”

All the tension that Reo felt over the last few days had washed away with just the smallest of prodding from Nagi. Reo relented. His shoulders slumped and he leaned into Nagi’s gentle touch. His head fell forward, resting his forehead against Nagi’s collarbone. A gentle hand pressed against Reo’s cheek, coaxing him to lift his head. When Reo looked up, he was met with Nagi’s dark-eyed gaze boring down on him.

“Reo, no matter what happens, it will always be you and me. Who’s gonna buy me snacks and play video games with me?”

Reo rolled his eyes but not without letting out a snort first. He hated how easily Nagi could change his entire mood. Reo gave him a light shove to the chest but didn’t pull away. “I’m sure any one of those guys would play games with you or buy you snacks if you asked them to.”

“They’re not you,” said Nagi simply. He drew Reo in close, pressing his free hand to the small of Reo’s back and tilting his chin so that their lips were but a breath apart. “You and me.”

“You and me,” agreed Reo.

Warm, chapped lips pressed against his and Reo melted into the touch, letting his body turn to putty against Nagi’s. His skin was searing everywhere Nagi touched. The warmth that radiated from his hands, his lips, the brush of their knees against one another, made Reo feel like he would combust. Surely there would be blisters leftover when they finally pulled apart. There weren’t but it didn’t change the fact that Reo felt as if he had been stuffed inside a furnace. His cheeks bloomed with color and his breath grew shallow. Nagi had a way of making him feel winded simply by existing. His mere presence took Reo’s breath away and when they kissed, it was quite literal.

“You better?” asked Nagi, his lips ghosting over Reo’s.

Reo shoved him for real this time, rolling his eyes with a groan. “Shut up. I’m fine. Go back to your team. I’m gonna kick your ass in the next match and make you regret leaving me.”

“I look forward to it, Reo.”

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[bluelockednyx]

i read your metapost #3 (its super fun btw) and came across this line: the author has a secret favorite (aka Rin), so im curious that are there other moments you noticed in the story that either subtly or clearly support this? And does the author also have other secret favorites?

*shoves you Nagi and Reo's entire relationship and Episode Nagi* if how much screen time these two get, to the point where we have a whole spinoff that's just to show off their relationship, doesn't convince you that they are Kaneshiro-sensei's favourite ship, I don't know what else will. It's not secret. It's not subtle. He's said that Nagi's his favourite in extra materials. Fans actively complain about how much the main series is dedicated to telling their story at the expense of the main plotline of Isagi's rise to be the best striker in the world (Manshine City arc fatigue, anyone). I personally find their individual character arcs, as well as their relationship, an interesting exploration of the story's themes, though the execution... leaves some stuff to be desired.

I say that Rin is likely Kaneshiro-sensei’s secret fave for a couple of reasons, which I'll stick under the cut.

The most glaring one, imo, is the constant variety of nicknames he has compared to the other characters. Like. Why. Why are you giving us so. Many. Nicknames. of this character unless you personally think that it’s fun and cute?? That you think this character is cute?? And that you want your readers to see him that way after he's stopped being an obstacle for Isagi in the 2nd Selection Arc??? And the emphasis on his bottom lashes... like...... character design to make your cast stand out from each other is natural of course, and you do want to make your characters stand out too, from the saturated animanga industry, but bottom lashes is????? I have a load of questions about why, bottom lashes specifically, for your stereotypical shonen 2nd mc, of a sports manga no less (ignoring the fangirl/fujoshi brigade to net them sweet cash), but in light of the next point...

Although Rin is the deuteragonist and thus far most important rival of the series to Isagi, the way he’s been framed and set up since his introduction, plus their relationship build up, comes much, much closer to being read as Isagi’s romantic interest than anyone else in the whole series. I talk about this in the final part of the meta. Skip right to the narrative motifs section if you don't want to read the whole thing. It's a pretty brief, but imo nice contrast of Isagi's relationships with the other major cast and his relationship with Rin. Also, chapter 110. Kindly read the Rin at the leg extension machine scene and keep in mind that in the guide book, Isagi's fetish is thighs. Look at the panels and how he's drawn. Yeah. You can argue that it's also for fan service, but the way it's done is more... subtly erotic, compared to say, the time Isagi-Nagi-Barou met Kunigami-Chigiri-Reo in the baths, which was a straight up fan service chapter wrapped under the guise of moving the plot along. The other more suspicious scene is when Isagi thinks that when he defeats Rin, that's when he's ready to be playing at world level. And. Of all the things that Rin could have been doing while Isagi's having this monologue. Kaneshiro-sensei shows him lacing up his shoes. With the lace. In his mouth. Again. Why??? It's weird. Who the heck laces their shoes while nomming a lace in their mouth. W H O.

Rin also has one of the more impactful and better developed/positioned character backstories in relation to the story's main themes, even if you don't take into account the extra materials like the light novels and character guide book. His backstory is fuller and richer than the rest, with a more complete timeline from his youth till now, and given the tie-in and connection to Sae, who appeared so very early on in the series, there's definitely more that Kaneshiro-sensei has planned for us to see where Rin's concerned, especially since he is so drastically important to Isagi's growth, and thus far, seems to be the symbol of victory in Isagi's mind.

Also, he's been consistently winning the character popularity polls too, there's no way he's going to be dropped out of the story when he's a money maker and a fan favourite

TLDR; why make him seem cute when you didn't need to by giving him a ton of nicknames emphasizing his bottom lashes, why frame him like a romantic interest with those motifs of eye and heart and parabole when he's supposed to be the rival/boss of arc/villain, why have him and Isagi choose each other, their character arcs practically tied into showing that choosing each other is right for them, why subtly sexualise him so often (why sexualise him at all in the main story when your core audience should be dudebros), why make him so important to Isagi's development that he's turned into some insane combination of rival, love interest and mid-to-final boss for the series (not that I'm complaining).

[uramichislefttiddie]

Blue lock random head cannons (:

||Contains: Meguru Bachira, Yoichi Isagi, Rensuke Kunigami||

||Warnings: fluff if anything||

Meguru Bachira

No matter if you have long or short hair, he will always want to style your hair for you wether that ranges from dying it to just simply tying it up or curling it etc. However most of the time he will want you to style his hair after he’s done yours, he especially loves the feeling of your fingers messing with his hair. If your sat down doing something always expect for Bachira to rest his head in your lap waiting for you to comb through his hair with your fingers and if you still haven’t done so he will start messing with your fingers hoping you get the message.

It was a late Saturday evening around the time dusk was settling into the day, the orange shade breaking through the pristine glass of the window that rested behind you and Bachira. You had been playing (choice of game) for the past few hours as Bachira was eating about the 3rd can of pineapple trying his hardest to not spill any of the juice anywhere as he fine well knew you’d make him clean it up and at that moment he’d like to avoid cleaning at all costs. You had started to slowly become bored, the silence now finally getting to you. As you turned your head to look at Bachira he was still stuffing his face full of pineapple. No matter what he always had that bright smile that had entranced you from the first day you both had set eyes upon one another.

“Bachira that’s the last can, you’ll make yourself sick soon!” He slightly turned his head in your direction, cheeks puffed with a small grin accompanying his face. You turned back to your game making a new goal of at least finishing this one level before doing anything else. After awhile still having not accomplished the goal you soon felt a slight weight on your lap, Bachira was staring up at you waiting for you to realise what he was wanting. You had known for awhile now that combing his hair was the easiest way to get him asleep. However you were very fixated on doing this one level and to your knowledge you had failed to realise Bachira was wanting attention.

Just as soon as you were about to compete the one level you had been struggling on a soft hand had grabbed at yours removing it off the controller and resulting in you dying once more.

“The hell Bachira! What was that for?” You hadn’t meant to shout at him but it was during the moment after all day you were so close to finishing what you had been wanting to finish.

“Ah, sorry y/n I forgot you were playing that, I’m really sorry!” You could tell he was sorry as he was looking at your with saddened eyes.

“Eh, it’s alright just please ask me next time that’s all you need to do.” You gave him a small smile as you laid his head back onto your lap and started to massage his head as he slowly closed his eyes soon falling to a soft slumber.

Yoichi isagi

Isagi is very skilled in art, at the beginning of your relationship he had a small sketch book he would carry about and inside that book unbeknownst to you was little doodling’s of you at different angles and at different locations you two would go together so he could remember these moments. After awhile being in the relationship he asked could he draw you to which you agreed and ever since than he loves drawing you when he has the spare time.

It had been about 5 month’s since you and isagi started dating, you was both sat down in the grass watching the sunset, both of you were occupying yourselves with things that interested you both, art being isagi’s. for awhile now you you felt as if someone kept looking at you, but you didn’t want to suspect that straight away.

“Hey…y/n can i- wait never mind it doesn’t matter.” Spoke a soft voice from next to you, you looked to the direction the voice came from and tilted your head in a confused state.

“What is it Isagi?” You gave him a soft, reassuring smile. He opened his mouth hesitantly and looked anywhere except from you. “Hey you can tell me you know?”

“It’s just I was gonna, well, ask if I could draw you?” You started to giggle slightly and looked at him. “Of course you can Isagi, you don’t need to ask me!” Isagi turned away shyly recounting all the times he’s done a quick sketch of you previously. He quickly smiled at you and turned around to grab ahold of his bigger sketch book and a few different pencils. He soon started to sketch you making sure to take into account all of the details on your face. About 20 minutes later he tucked the rest of the equipment into a small backpack and closed the sketch book, you turned a confused look to him wondering why he isn’t showing you, soon enough Isagi had caught onto your puzzled face. “Oh I’m going to give it to you on your birthday alongside with many more things!” He said with much enthusiasm and a big smile with puppy dog eyes. “But my birthday isn’t for a few more months!” You whined at him. He let out a laugh and shuffled to you and gave you a quick kiss. “Yeah exactly it gives me more time to make it the best for you!”

Rensuke kunigami

So in his trivia section is said the last time he cried was when watching E.T, so whenever you two end up watching movies he always hides the disc for E.T as he doesn’t want you to know he cries at the movie. To him he feels as if he has this certain image he needs to uphold. If you were to ever ask about if he has the disc for E.T he’d straight away make an excuse wether it’s believable or not like one time he made the excuse that “he dropped it in soup and it stained the disc” You had to just play along and believe him obviously.

As you walked back into the living room with hands full, consisting off a bowl of popcorn and two drinks of your choice, kunigami was across the room frantically searching for something within the pile of dvds he had in a glass shelf. “Hey kunigami, you alright over there?” You had questionably asked in his direction whilst placing down the products onto the oak table resting infront of the rather large couch. “Oh uh I was just trying to re arrange the dvds so it’s easier for you to choose one!” He quickly explained whilst scratching the back of his head and giving you a not so reassuring look. You decided to just ignore him and carry on setting up the movie night layout. Kunigami was starting to walk up the stairs making you even more confused with his behaviour. “Hey where you off to, your acting quite odd?” He halted in place and slowly turned around to face you with a surprised look plastered across his face. “Uh just going to the toilet quickly.” He carried on walking upstairs leaving you to pick out a film to watch. As you sauntered over to the shelf’s you started to scan looking for one specific you had been meaning to watch for awhile now, no matter how much you looked you could just not find it despite remembering seeing the dvd many of times.

Footsteps were heard behind you followed by two arms wrapping around your figure. “You found one to watch yet.” You soon started to piece things together and turned to him with a snark on your face. “Yeah where did you put E.T too kunigami? I know you have it so don’t pretend you don’t.” As soon as those words left your mouth his face dropped of colour and eyes went big. “Oh I…yeah I accidentally sat on it the other day and broke it in half, sorry y/n.” You started laughing and playfully pushed him making him look at you confused. “No need to hide the fact you’ve hid it, your sister already told me about the time you cried whilst watching it kunigami!” He stared at you for what seemed like hours but soon enough he let out a laugh and his cheeks accompanying a bright red tint. “Hey I told her to keep that a secret damn it!” He looked at you for a second than went running back upstairs and bringing down the dvd and waving it about in your direction. One second you had seen kunigami walking down the stairs than within a blink of an eye he had fell on the stairs laughing as he did so. “Well…here it is!” You ran over to him making sure he wasn’t hurt but not being able to hold in the laughter that was wanting to escape. “Hey if you cry, I’ll be right there!” You said almost mockingly. He whipped his head to you with an unamused look. “haha very funny but keep this between us! I don’t want no one else to know this.” You gave him one more look before walking over to slot in the disc for E.T to start playing, as you went to go lay down on the couch you turned to look at kunigami who was still situated at the bottom of the stairs where his fall had ended at. “Oh yeah thank you for the help!” He shouted whilst laughing, you soon laughing back.