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MY CUTIE PATOOTIE

why was he so ready to fight a bunch of elementary schoolers ...

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄!

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐏, 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊, 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔.

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄.

𝟏. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏-𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

𝟐. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄. 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄.

𝟑. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄.

𝟒. 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄!

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐏!

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 : 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 - 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 —> 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 - 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅/𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 : 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 - 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 - 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 —> 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐎), 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐎), 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄 : 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 : 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 : 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓, 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐈𝐓! 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄, 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄? 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄!

𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 @x3nafix 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚!

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hi guys i havent been updating cause im overseas rn and im working on a multi character au thingy and its rllyyy longg so give me awhile 😓😓😓😓😓

but anyway i finished readinng pride and prejudice and honestly it really reminds me of rin or kaiser maybee ill write smth similiat to thatt

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between petals and promises ༄.°

a bachira meguru story. 1k words

synopsis: in which two childhood best friends found magic in small moments and shared dreams beneath cherry blossoms.

the sun was extra kind today,

it peeked through the cherry blossoms like it was playing tag with the sky. the breeze was soft, and the air smelled like grass and spring.

this old bench under the tree didn’t matter to anyone else. but to you and bachira meguru, it was your whole world. no school, no grown-ups, no yelling — just you two and the pink petals above.

you were early today, swinging your legs, humming to the wind.

then—

‎

“boo!”

warm hands covered your eyes. you giggled.

“forest goblin?”

“nope! your favorite monster!”

he spun around with sunlit hair and a grin the size of the moon, then plopped beside you with a picnic basket wrapped in a cloth with a goofy frog on it.

“i brought snacks!”

“rice balls shaped like cats?”

he gasped. “how’d you knoooow?!”

inside were wonky onigiri — cats, pandas, and a weird lumpy one.

“that’s mr. potato,” he said. “he looks...weird but he’s got good vibes.”

“you made these?”

he scratched his neck. “the ears were hard. but i gave the potato one a smile. he deserves love.”

you laughed so hard your stomach hurt. then you shared food, petals, and laughter — touching fingers and blushing when they met.

“game time!” he suddenly declared.

“catch a cherry blossom in your mouth. loser gives a forehead kiss.”

“you just want me to kiss you!”

he grinned. “guilty!”

the game was chaos. you missed every petal, tripped, got hit in the eye. and you laughed the whole time.

finally flopping onto the bench, breathless—

“so… i win?”

you rolled your eyes. “only ’cause you’re cute.” you gave him the tiniest forehead kiss.

he melted like ice cream.

“yep,” he whispered. “i win.”

he curled into your side like a sleepy kitten. then, suddenly—

“ta-da!”

from his hoodie, he pulled out a wrinkly paper airplane.

it was covered in doodles — you two as stick figures holding hands, a tree, stars, hearts, and a smiling blob.

“what’s that?”

“our future dog. his name is pickle.”

you giggled and unfolded the plane. inside, messy crayon letters read:

“when you forget how far your dreams can fly — just ask me to carry them.”

your heart did a weird little flip.

“even if you forget,” he said, serious for once, “i’ll remember for both of us.”

you didn’t understand fully. not yet. but you hugged the little plane to your chest like it mattered.

because somehow… you knew it did.

the stadium erupted,

japan had won the world cup.

and even as the crowd screamed and gold confetti poured from the sky, bachira meguru didn’t cheer. he didn’t run around the field or drop to his knees. he beelined for the edge of the pitch — eyes locked on the one person he wanted to share it all with.

you.

he was breathless, sweaty, wild-eyed, and glowing.

“you came,” he said, voice hoarse with disbelief, “you came—!”

“of course i came!” you half-laughed, half-sobbed. “you idiot, you just won the whole damn world cup!”

and then, without thinking, without warning, without fear — he kissed you.

right there. on the field. in front of the cameras, the lights, the world. but then he stopped. stepped back. and suddenly looked… nervous.

he reached into the inside of his jersey and carefully pulled something out — protected in a plastic sleeve, folded neatly in half.

you gasped.

no. no way.

the paper airplane. that paper airplane. the one he’d given you when you were kids.

“i— i kinda stole it back last time i visited,” he mumbled sheepishly. “you were sleeping, and i panicked, but—! just—watch.”

he held it gently in both hands… then slowly unfolded it.

taped inside the center crease, like a secret at the heart of a memory, was a tiny velvet ring box.

your breath hitched.

“i figured,” he said, voice cracking just a little, “if i was gonna fly anywhere, it should be with you.”

he dropped to one knee right there — golden confetti clinging to his hair, his cheeks pink, his smile trembling with emotion.

‎

“i’ve carried this dream since i was a kid,” he said softly.

“and it was never the world cup. it was this. you. us. a forever that feels like cherry blossoms and monsters and rice balls that look like cats.”

you choked on a laugh-sob.

“so,” he whispered, opening the ring box — simple, perfect, glowing like his eyes,

“will you hold my hand and fly with me through every storm and every sunrise, always and forever?”

you didn’t answer with words. you launched yourself into his arms and kissed him so hard the entire stadium blurred.

he held you like the most important trophy in the world — because to him, you were.

“yes,” you finally gasped against his cheek.

“yes, meguru. always.”

a new cherry blossom tree grew in your backyard,

meguru sat underneath it with his head on your lap, sketching little rice-ball cats in a notebook while your fingers combed through his hair.

the old paper airplane rested on your windowsill, framed. right next to a new one — this time, with four stick figures.

you.

him.

pickle.

and a tiny, doodled baby monster.

funfact: the baby’s name is yuto, inspired by meguru’s mom, yu. "yu" means "gentle" or "kind," and combined with "to," meaning "fly" or "soar," overall, yuto’s name reflects his parent's promise to carry their dreams and love gently into tomorrow.

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and maybe, it's a part of them.

michael kaiser, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, alexis ness

knee socks - artic monkeys

his tattoo

michael kaiser's rose tattoo always enchanted you.

the rose tattoo wrapping his whole arm always caught your attention. the way the crown of the rose sat on his hand, while its thorny vines travelled up his arms, and two beautiful blue roses bloomed in space of his neck. when you first met him, you couldn't help but marvel at it, earning yourself several chuckles from kaiser.

"you like my tattoo?" kaiser's sly voice would ask, and you subtly nod your head. when you two got closer, kaiser would cheekily flex his arm with the tattoo, making you trace his tattoo with your eyes.

the tattoo was beautiful, the crown on his hand stood out when he was holding yours, and the tattoo on his arm wrapped around you.

sitting on the couch at his home, you leaned against kaiser, both watching the television. your head lay on the space where the two blue roses bloomed between his shoulder and neck, and the thorny stem of the rose wrapped around you as his arm was placed over your shoulder. the crown of the rose was on your waist, and you took time off watching the television to gaze at his tattoo.

the tattoo was intricate, the jewels on the crown of his rose aligned perfectly with his knuckles, and the vines outlined his biceps.

"liebe, why did you get this tattoo?" you absent-mindedly asked.

kaiser, surprised at first, pondered the reason. to be fair, he doesn't know either. your finger traced the tattoo all across his arm, your touch soft and light. kaiser's cocky attitude came into play, "do you like my tattoo more than me?" he arrogantly asked.

rolling your eyes, you shake your head no.

"your tattoo makes you stand out more. i love that."

and maybe the two blue roses you laid your head on while leaning on kaiser bloomed more when he heard that.

his eyelashes

you always noticed itoshi rin's long eyelashes.

despite the cold gaze he would give you when you first met him, you couldn't help but feel that his eyelashes complimented it so well, even giving the gaze a more gentle feel.

you were captivated by rin's eyes, especially with the way his eyelashes complimented it.

when you first met him, all you received from him were dry, one word responses, cold gazes and annoyed looks. but they were captivating.

rin's eyes gave so much emotion. no matter how cold he tried to make them appear, it never put a proper front. not only that, his eyelashes made him look more refined, the stares he gave you always seemed so composed because of it, and portraying more emotion.

so, when you got closer, you tended to compliment rin's eyes and eyelashes.

"rin, you know, your eyes are really pretty. and your eyelashes too."

you'd blurt out when walking home together. rin was confused at first, his eyes? you'd tell him that his eyes stood out in a way you couldn't describe, and rin never understood that. in fact, he didn't particularly fancy his eyes, it looked like his brother's.

but rin would lay on your lap, head facing up to you. and you would caress his face, murmuring things he couldn't hear.

"i love your eyes, you know? your eyelashes too, so long and beautiful. i love them, i love you." and you'd giggle, not aware he completely shut down because of your words.

and maybe, rin learned that his eyes meant more than something he and his brother had in common to you.

his hair and eyes

bachira meguru's hair and eyes always stood out to you.

you'd always find yourself gazing at his duo-coloured hair, the blond highlights of his hair would poke out from his black hair. you always wondered how he got his hair.

and when he'd talk to you, his eyes would stare back at you, capturing you. bachira's eyes were full of emotion. they were beautiful. one that seen through many emotions, good and bad. they showed his personality, the joy from his eyes could reach anyone.

and his eyes would stare into yours, as if he could stare directly into your soul. bachira's gaze was so knowing and comforting, like he understood everything you ever felt and would ever feel. he would smile so sweetly at you, making your heart warmer than you ever felt before.

walking home together, bachira's voice echos through your mind with every word he says. he's jumpy and excited, and his eyes meet your countless of times. sometimes, your eyes are drawn to his hair, and once you unconsciously reached out your hand to touch his blond highlights. of course bachira noticed, he bent down to give you better access to touch his fluffy hair.

"you know, your hair is so unique."

just those words, bachira felt his heart palpitate more than usual, his cheeks growing warmer and redder.

"and your eyes are beautiful you know?" bachira muttered it out loud, not realizing he said it out loud. yours widened, and you had to look away quickly to prevent him from noticing.

another time, bachira's head lay on your lap, while you were on your phone playing some games. bachira seemed to be spaced out, the sudden silence from the overly energetic man started to get to you. stopping your game, you glanced at bachira to see him spaced out, staring at the ceiling of your apartment. you took this opportunity to gaze at his face, taking in how his duo-colour hair sprawled out on your thighs, how bachira's eyes seemed to gather stars in his irises.

"i love you. i love how your eyes sparkle at any happy moment, i love how your hair shines in the sunlight beautifully. i love you."

you said it so suddenly, and bachira couldn't help but have his jaw drop when you said all that. his face turned red, and he got up from his position lying on your lap to hold your face.

and maybe, bachira's eyes shone brighter every time you looked at him and smiled.

his sprout

you'd always stare at isagi yoichi's little sprout of hair on the top of his head.

the first time you ever saw him, your eyes immediately went straight to the little clumps of hair shaped like a sprout on the top of his head.

maybe you giggled a little, the sprout was unexpected and so cute, and isagi suddenly started fixing his appearance, worried you were laughing cause he looked funny. you assured him, he looked fine, but you were constantly staring at his little sprout.

isagi didn't notice you usually stared at the sprout on his head, until he realized that when he looked at you, your eyes would always be on the top of his head.

"is something on my head?" isagi asked nervously, getting flustered by the constant gaze of your curious eyes. you giggled a bit, stating that from the first day you saw him, you'd always been fixated on the sprout. hearing that, isagi burst out into laughter, trying to press down his little sprout. no avail, it always stood back up. slightly embarrassed, he continued to chuckle, petting the top of his head gently.

"i've had it since i was a child. appeared one day and decided to stay rooted." isagi was still chuckling over it, showing many attempts to make his sprout fold down and stay there, still folding back straight up.

you'd laugh and laugh about it, comparing it to a little bean sprout and always calling it cute.

sitting on a playground swing, isagi was holding your face gently, just staring at your face, mesmerized. you stared back at him, smiling cheekily, as you petted the little sprout on his head over and over again for fun.

"you're so cute. i love you, and that little sprout of yours."

and maybe isagi started tilting his head better, to let you pet the little sprout more while smiling as he looked at you.

his grin

you'd spot mikage reo's grin from a mile away.

reo's grin could consist of many emotions at once. frustration, satisfaction, cockiness, disbelief, rage, and so on. whenever you walked past him in the hallways, you'd always wonder, how does one manage to capture that many emotions with just one grin?

and you would stare, when that grin flashed on his face. one filled with mock, one filled with disbelief, one filled with pure joy. you'd marvel at his grin.

"hey, is there something on my face?" reo questioned you, a smug feel tugging on the cheeky and cocky grin plastered on his face.

you rolled your eyes slightly at that, huffing and staring out the classroom window, trying to avoid the fact that reo noticed your gaze studying his grin. when you first met reo, you hated that grin, wishing you could just wipe that smug expression off his face.

but now, it grew on you.

and reo definitely noticed that.

he'd run up to you when he spotted you, flashing you either the widest grin he could physically stretch his face to, or one with several emotions hidden underneath that he knew you would try to decipher. and so, it became a little routine. flashing you a grin, and you'd guess what type of emotion he was trying to convey with that one single smile. you broke his smug front one day though.

walking to the nearby store to eat, you and reo would talk while walking with each other. reo noticed that you were staring at him a lot, raising an eyebrow when asking you about it.

"i just really love you. and that stupid grin." you replied indifferently, as if you didn't just cause reo's face to heat up. hiding his face with one hand, he looked back at you, a pink tinge on his face. for the first time, you couldn't decipher the emotion laid under the grin he gave.

and maybe, reo would flash you more smug grins, but filled with love for you to decipher.

his pout

nagi seishiro's pout caught you off-guard.

just a simple chore, but nagi doesn't want to do it. you never knew he was capable of it, but a small pout formed on his face. you don't know why you were so shocked, but your eyes widened drastically.

nagi didn't notice, but you were definitely surprised. nagi's pout was so simple, but it was adorable, reminding you of his stubborn personality, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself a bit.

nagi noticed that though, suddenly pestering you about it.

"hey, why were you smiling like that, did i look funny?" he asked continuously, and you were just shrugging it off.

days after that, you noticed nagi's pout more often. you don't know how you missed out on it before, but you definitely weren't missing it now.

perhaps you started telling him to do more things, so you could see his pout more. nagi caught on to it, one day holding your wrist, asking why you were doing it.

"i like to see your pout. it's really cute."

you pinched his cheeks lightly, before walking away slowly. nagi's face was in shock, and he slowly walked after you, mumbling a few words.

maybe nagi starts to willingly pout for you just because you love it so much.

his soft smile

you thought alexis ness's smile was soft.

his eyes would soften gently, lips rising to form a simple but assuring smile. whenever you spotted the warm and welcoming smile, you'd wonder, how he always managed to convey such comfort with a simple smile.

when you talked, ness always listened, the comforting smile on his loyal face. midway during the conversation, you'd sneak a glance at ness, and he'd look back at you, grinning, eyes crinkling and dimples deepening. you just melted seeing that sight.

once, the sun had begun to set, you were seated on a pavement curb, staring at the falling sun. the sky was a mix of orange and blue, and you felt a tap on your shoulder. looking up, you saw that familiar gentle smile.

"can i sit with you?" ness asked softly, his hand still on your shoulder as he tilted his head down while you lifted your head up to make eye contact. you gave him the go-ahead, patting the spot next to you. ness sat down beside you, staring off into the gradient sky with you.

"it's beautiful, isn't it?" ness's calm voice asked, before turning to you, giving you the most genuine and kindest smile you've ever seen in your life. his eyes crinkled in happiness, his cheeks puffing up and dimples getting deeper and deeper. his teeth were visible, and you felt you might just collapse at the sight of him. briefly nodding, you couldn't keep your eyes off him. looking away, this caught ness's attention.

"hey, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"i just really love you and your smile." you muttered, face still faced towards the suddenly so interesting rock on the pavement. this caused ness's heart to swell, and smiling wider than before. he scooched in closer, and put his face next to yours.

"then i'll smile more for you." he sighed happily, resting his head on your shoulder, your head still faced away from him.

and maybe, ness smiled wider and more for you to see.

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how can you look at me and pretend i'm someone you never met? - nagi seishiro

back to friends - sombr

part one here

nagi seishiro's heart had broken into a million pieces when you left him. he knew it was his fault, but he couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of guilt when he thought of you. the atmosphere of his lonely apartment changed when you left. the bed he used to share with you, was cold. nagi would wake up to the side you slept on cold, his body sprawled out over his bed, in a position as if he wanted to grab you, but you wren't there.

nagi failed to realize it in the beginning, but you were the colour in his monotoned life, the warm bonfire in his freezing snow storm. you were the element of his life, the one that flowers would bloom where you set foot in the garden of his heart. nagi failed to realize, how important you were to him. he took you for granted.

his apartment, once full of your joking shouts at him, the comforting feel of it was no longer there, just the cold abyss void of the love you used to give him. the spaces beside him were empty and cold, the air still. if you were still here, the spot beside him would be taken by you, hugging and providing him warmth. none of your cheeky giggles or nagging at him for playing too much games were heard, and nagi had a list of things he would do to hear you laugh one more time because of him.

the apartment you two once shared felt like contrasting colours, without your presence to blend it out. nagi always had the haunting feeling of loneliness, one that only you could fix. every night, he would think, what would have happened if he tried harder? would you be here, lying next to him? would your giggles echo through the bathroom walls again? would this apartment feel like home again? but of course, the past is the past. he can't change anything from it. he can only change the present.

the things he found annoying about you, the way you nagged at him when he spent so much time playing online games, when you rolled your eyes at nagi's attempts to apologize, when your strands of your hair would be in his mouth from lying so close to you. just three months ago, he would be pissed at it, but never had energy to bring it up. but now, he'd wished that he could suddenly just find a strand or two of your hair on his pillow, and get annoyed at it. nagi never bothered with the cleanliness of his room, but now he despised how clean it was without the little strands of hair you left behind, or sometimes the little lipstick marks you accidentally made on his shirts.

he took it all for granted, and only now he's seeing how much of a difference you made to him.

the day you left nagi haunted him, before he leaves the house, he has to take a moment to stare at the entrance of the door. it's welcoming to a strangers eye, but all he thought of when he looked at the plain door, is of him on his knees, begging for you to stay, give him another chance. but you never did, because you were sick of it.

nagi sighed as he put on a jacket, zipping it up and putting on a cap before heading out. as routine, he stared off into the space of the door, before collecting himself, and putting on his shoes, opening the apartment door. cold air swept in, and nagi hid half of his face in his jacket, shivering a little, as he stepped out to walk to the nearby convenience store.

he liked staying inside of his small apartment, but the regret and guilt of not trying harder kept getting to him, leaving the apartment felt like a breath of fresh air. into the lift, he exited at the first floor of his apartment block, hands in his pocket, eyes landing on the surrounding autumn nature.

for once, nagi's eyes weren't glued to his phones screen, but instead appreciating the nature outside of his world of games.

this is nice.

his eyes closed, as a strong cold wind of air swept at him, his white locks moving around his hair as the wind flew past. maybe the autumn nature, the maple brown leaves falling with the wind, but he was reminded of you. nagi knew that you would like this wather, this view of nature. you always enjoyed the environment of nature, and always wanted nagi to see it with you. but he never focused on you.

once again, he was washed over by a sense of regret, he should have spent more time with you, not leaving you to just wait for him.

but somewhere in his heart, he'd hope that you would see this beautiful scenery too.

stepping into the convenience store, he bought a simple meal.

onigiris, a microwaveable meal, a drink and some friend chicken.

simple but nice. however, nagi's mind can't help but stray to the fact that you always insisted on cooking for him. you made the best meals he could ever dream of, since he didn't know and didn't want to cook. you took pride in making sure your dishes were delicious and nutritious for him, also taking in consideration making it not a hassle to eat. just for nagi.

and now nagi was stuck to eating convenience store food. none of your home-cooked meals you always provided him.

nagi slowly exited the convenience store, walking slower back to his apartment block.

he didn't know what to expect, but a familiar laugh just cause his head to turn to his left.

his heart dropped and melted on the spot. you, were there, walking with his soccer teammate, rin itoshi. your hands were intertwined, and you were laughing at something rin said. nagi knew rin. rin didn't usually let emotions slip from him easily, but with you, there was a smile on his face.

nagi's grey irises were focused on you two. still far from him, he walked even slower. you looked way happier with rin. hell, you were way happier with rin. judging by the way you smiled widely, the way you held on to his hand tighter, rin was treating you better than he ever did.

he couldn't help but stare down at the concrete pavement, as he trudged slowly, your laughs made his heart hurt. he wanted to hear them again, but not in this situation. he wanted to hear you laugh because he made you happy, not rin. lifting his head up, nagi's eyes made straight eye contact with yours.

he doesn't know what he wants you to do. manage a weak smile at him? nod slowly? at least acknowledge him?

but no. you move your eyes away from his immediately, as if nagi was a stranger. turning back to rin, you just continued to talk to him, as if nothing happened.

nagi felt his heart shatter, rushing all the way back to his apartment.

laying out his food on his dining table, he returned to the cold apartment.

he chewed at his food slowly, thinking about how you looked at him likehe was someone you never met.

how can you look at him and pretend he's someone you never met?

that was what occupied his mind.

never did nagi think this day would come.

but as he chewed on his food, tears streamed down his face for the second time in his life.

hands gripping his hair tightly, nagi's tears fell onto the table.

he should have tried harder to love you.

i'll stick the knife and twist it more

a/n: i have a oneshot of multiple characters coming up and it's gonna take me awhile to finish it so don't expect any posts from me for a week or two! plus my exams js ended soo

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“blue lock is just a manga about soccer” “blue lock is fruity and nothing else” i think nagi's character writing alone can immediately shut down all of these accusations. so now that chapter 302 has finally been released, let's have a (not so) quick discussion about nagi's character.

let's start from the beginning, during nagi's childhood. we've never seen a flashback in the official manga of nagi's backstory, nor do we see one in episode nagi, but there are numerous hints that lead us towards what might be nagi's childhood. in the egoist bible, it's said that nagi was raised with a very hands off style. in episode nagi, nagi says that his parents once told him “don't die before we do”.

so there's a lot to unravel there. for one, we can safely assume that nagi's parents likely weren't extremely involved in his life. judging from the way that nagi goes to an elite prep school and can live on his own with a consistent amount of food and lots of furniture, nagi is well off. judging from these factors, i wouldn't be surprised if nagi's parents were people who had to go on business trips often.

now, about the thing that they had told nagi. for one, nagi is seventeen when reo first meets him. a parent probably should say these sorts of things to their child in the first place, but for the argument's sake, let's just say that his parents are extremely inexperienced and not good with social cues. we can see that nagi is clearly emotionally stunted, likely from a lack of parental guidance or warmth as a child.

a parent telling their child about dying at such a young age is already alarming. yes, i know that there are warm and loving implications. that the parents wouldn't be able to live without nagi. but at the same time, considering how there are some people who are extreme pessimists, wouldn't that also imply that the parents should die before the kid?

and i'd also like to bring up another point. when nagi goes back “home”, he goes back to his dorm at school, not his parents’ house. i know that nagi still has to go to school, but does he not even bother to go to see his parents? do his parents not care enough to go and visit their son, who they watched fall from grace?

but i digress. basically what i'm saying is that from all of the hints we recieve throughout the story and additional media, nagi was likely emotionally neglected as a child due to his parents.

now let's talk about his relationship with reo. you can interpret their relationship in any way your want, though i personally see them as romantic. i think kaneshiro wrote them as soulmates, considering how they're both opposites and the same. reo recieved a suffocating amount of love in his childhood because his parents were so involved in his life. at least, that's how it is at face value. although, like nagi's parents, i have no doubt that they surely love reo, reo's parents definitely view reo as an heir to the corporation sometimes rather than their own son.

reo is seemingly always emotionally mature and calm, but that's not the case. we see numerous times throughout the series that reo has seemingly “grew” and that he has gotten over nagi or that he can do everything by himself from now on. but the momnt that something happens between him and nagi again, his development always end up shattering. reo is emotionally immature when it comes to nagi. i don’t think there's any other way to put that.

i think that nagi began to care more about everything after meeting reo. but at the same time, i also think that nagi is the type of person who cares too much. he cares so much that he pretends that he's just some nonchalant guy. in chapter 302, we see nagi walk by the stairs that he first met reo on and reminicing the time he met reo. but he continues to deny his love and desperation for soccer, until the end of the chapter, when he breaks down in tears.

nagi reminds me of a parent in a way. the type who continuously puts their child through hardship and always making their child do so many extracurriculars and sports, and the child just htes them, but when the child ends up being a successful adult due to the extracurriculars, the child finally realizes that the parent was just trying to thelp them all along but wasn't good enough at communication to tell them. i think that was reo and nagi’s relationship during the second selection, though nagi isn't reo's parent in any way shape or form.

i think nagi was originally just suppoed to be the stereotypical lazy relatable lovable genius character who would get blue lock more popularity, and i think reo was originally supposed to just be some annoying little brat who only saw nagi as a dog. and during the first selection in the original blue lock manga, before episode nagi released, i do believe that's how it was.

but i digress, i'm reaching too far there. so now let's talk about isagi and how isagi shaped more of nagi's characterization.

reo was the reason why nagi ever played soccer in the first place, isagi was the reason nagi continued, and reo was the reason why nagi kept on playing soccer to the end and why nagi couldn't play soccer anymore.

i think that isagi, similar to reo, serves as an opposite to nagi. but unlike reo, who still shares many similarties with nagi, isagi is completely different to nagi. i think that's the real reason why nagi chose isagi's team during the second selection, and not actually because of isagi's goal during the team v vs team z match.

so yeah, sorry for the yap session again. basically nagi is someone who pretends to be nonchalant but secretely cares too much lmao.

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NAGI...

bllk 302 spoilers ahead!!!

NAGI IS CRYING NAGI MY BABY NOOOOO COME BACK 😿😿😿 im not even lying when i say i shed real tears over this NAGI CRYING OVER NOT TRYING HARDER IN BLUELOCK HURTS SO MUCH

Guys Hes Going To Come Back.

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snap out of it. - itoshi rin

snap out of it - artic monkeys (band au)

itoshi rin doesn't pay attention to anyone. he shows no interest in people, and often just spouts out cold remarks. that's until he got to know you. you were the colour in his monotoned life, though he always had it deep down his soul, he never wanted to show it outwards. you brought him joy, even making the faintest smiles appear on his face. with your gleaming smile, aura bright like the sun, of course he fell for you!

he'd realized he liked you, no, loved you. that day he realized it, was when rin had gotten into a brawl with shidou, his face was all beat up, lip bleeding and a scowl on his face. you spotted him sulking on the benches near the field, immediately running up to him, tending to his face.

"oh my goodness, rin. didn't i tell you it's best to not even interact with shidou??" you grumpily murmured, while cleaning up the blood on rin's lip. bringing out an ice pack, you held his face in your warm hands, holding the ice pack to his bruised eye, while muttering that he should really stop picking a fight with shidou. rin couldn't keep his eyes off you, just staring patiently as you cleaned his wounds, maybe flinching once or twice due to the alcohol swab making it sting, but that made you be even more gentle with him.

"rin, can't keep your eyes off me?" you asked it playfully, but never expected rin to just outright blurt out a solid yes. realizing what he said, his face turned a bright red, ears suddenly becoming a new shade of pink. you chuckled, not thinking anything off it. but for rin, this was when he knew it.

he loves you.

seeing your beaming smile sent shivers down his spine, and he became a partner you couldn't imagine a life without. knowing you though, you were oblivious to any hints he gave when trying to express he loved you. be it walking you to your classes, helping you out in literally anything he could, looking at you first when he won a match, to having the widest smile on his face when with you. somehow, you never caught on. but to rin, it was expected, during the first few times he met you, he always ignored you, leading to you assuming he was just being friendlier than usual.

so, he'd planned to tell you upright that he loved you, ever since you tended to him. rin was getting ready everything, creating a little speech in his mind, buying your favourite collectibles, so you knew he was serious. and the day came, he saw you at the playground, he'd texted you beforehand asking to meet. watching you run up to him, his heart couldn't help but beat faster and faster. hell, rin even practiced your favourite song on his guitar!! rin waited patiently, excited to finally tell you his true emotions.

until you suddenly were someone else's.

"rin! i have to tell you something!!"

you excitedly and nervously squealed, making him just completely melt under his exterior. he also had something to tell you, but he always let you go first, motioning for you to tell him.

"i have a boyfriend!" you jumped with joy, running circles around him.

unbeknownst to you, rin's heart literally dropped. shattered. into a million pieces. his jaw clenched tightly, his hands automatically finding something to pick at, his skin near his fingernails. biting his lip, he swallowed the words he wanted to confess to you with. managing a weak and faint smile, he muttered several congratulations, though clearly spiteful despite the encouraging affirmations. you raised an eyebrow, expecting him to react more enthusiastically, but doesn't matter right now! what matters is, you have a boyfriend now!! a nice and kind boyfriend who treats you well!

right?

rin swore he would be happy for you. after all, if the person he loves is the happiest, even if it isn't because of him, he still lived to see your charming smile that radiated aura off you, one that he loves. but your relationship with your boyfriend was everything but healthy. since you'd gotten into a relationship, the times that you were actually joyful had significantly reduced, now taken over with times where you don't even talk.

your joyful and daring personality slowly transformed into a dull and emotionless spiral of negativity, literally losing the shine that once circled around you like an aura. rin couldn't help but frown whenever you mentioned your boyfriend, as being in a relationship with him was clearly doing you no good. it seemed that the person he loved for always being positive was forced to retreat into being an empty shell of a person, barely expressing any emotion.

not just being with your boyfriend changing your personality entirely, but how he treated you was anything but right. rin could tell he was possessive, maybe even insecure, but not to the extent he forced you to tell rin that you two couldn't hang out anymore? with your boyfriend behind you, tears welled up in your eyes as you clutched you hands tightly together, muttering about how you two couldn't hang out anymore, voice obviously giving it away you reluctantly did this. putting your head down in silence, leaving the same playground where rin wanted to confess to you, with your boyfriend, him holding your hand tightly and as if you were just a dog to him. no matter how much rin wanted to convince himself that he could be happy for your relationship, he never found any reason to be.

through all that, you still loved your boyfriend. you believed it was true love, though you heart denied it. many chances were offered to you to just leave and break up with him, but you always were just an inch from grabbing onto that string and pulling it. be it when you fell and injured your knee but all your boyfriend did was laugh at you, not even helping you up. be it when your boyfriend took your phone and deleted all contacts of male friends in your phone when you were sleeping, even your brother, just because he wanted to make sure you wouldn't cheat. sure, it crossed your mind many times to just leave and never look at him again, but he always knew how to make you stay. you could be at the verge of breaking down, full-on sobbing, grabbing at your hair while screaming about how your boyfriend doesn't treat you right like he did, like he's not the one you fell in love with. but your boyfriend would apologize, make it seem like he truly felt sorry, though you knew he didn't. he'd apologize profusely, embracing you in his arms that are void of true warmth, making you feel so comforted in this very moment, the need to forgive him overwhelms you and you give in.

you knew it was the wrong decision, getting looped in this endless cycle of pain once again. hell, you'd beat up yourself mentally because of it. an incident that left a deep mark in you, you ran to rin's apartment in the heavy rain while your boyfriend was asleep, tears mixed with the rain, drenched as you knocked on his door, sobbing to the point you started hyperventilating. rin was shocked to see you at his door, especially after your boyfriend forced you to stop hanging out with him. nevertheless, he rushed to wrap a warm towel around you, sniffles cutting though your hiccuping sobs. he let you change into a simple outfit you left in his house in case you ever needed a spare change in a time of urgency, and prepared several mugs of hot chocolate to warm you up, and to prevent a cold. through your muffled explanation, interrupted by choked sobs midway, he learnt that your boyfriend wanted you to cut off all contact with everyone you knew, and he meant everyone. your parents, your girl best friend, your teachers at your university, literally everyone. and you snapped at him, because why would you cut off everyone? it's not like he owned you. but the way he treated you, gave everyone, including you the impression he did in fact own you. slowly becoming angrier by the second, your boyfriend went full-on possessive beast, snapping at you, guilt-tripping you, countless screams of "i did all this for you, and you want to treat me like this?!", filled with toxicity. you became intimidated by the minute, and somehow your boyfriend's anger reached a tipping point, pushing you against the wall, screaming at you.

wide-eyed and speechless, your boyfriend realized he'd done too much. he muttered several apologies, many "i'm sorry babe, i lost my temper, it won't happen again."s and kissing you out of the anger you were holding towards him. you melted into his touch, and somehow found yourself back in his bed, your boyfriend fast asleep. but something started bugging at you, and you ran out, all the way to the main source of comfort you needed, rin.

hearing this, rin told you several times, pleaded with you.

"please just leave him."

but you couldn't. you felt indebted to him, attached to him with a chain. and you loved him.

you love him?

rin knew, no matter what he said, the emotional impact your boyfriend had on you had crossed a line, to the extent you felt trapped with him. sure, you two had wonderful memories before his toxicity started to show, but you couldn't always think of it and just live in the delusion that he will treat you that same way again. he knew you loved your boyfriend, or at least wanted to love him the same when he first became your boyfriend. rin knew, no matter how ard he tried, you'd go back to the source of pain, because you learnt to know nothing beyond that. so rin made up his mind. he knew you liked to listen to him play songs on his guitar, especially your favourites. rin was going to play you your favourite song that he spent sleepless nights perfecting it, when he wanted to tell you he loved you. now, he would put it for another use.

the past two weeks, rin checked up more on you than before. before your late-night visit that came with many choked sobs, he checked up on you not as often, to respect your wishes complying with your boyfriend. but now, he grew to absolutely despise the man, now checking up on you as often as he could, not caring about your boyfriend at this point. and you noticed that he carried his electric guitar everywhere he went, seemingly practicing at any moment he could. even his band member told you he's been fixated on a particular song, and was going to play it for the upcoming show they have. right, their performance for their band! you wanted to go, since you knew all of the band member, on friendly terms with all, some being one of the people you confided about the situation with your boyfriend with, besides rin. maybe you could just ask your boyfriend to let you to go to their performance, it's a major one for their band! he would let you go, right?

wrong!

when you proposed the idea of it to your boyfriend, he snapped at you, ranting on and on about how you wanted to go to the concert to cheat on him. that's when you realized that if you really want to support the band, you'd have to sneak out and see them in secret, even though you might receive a hell of guilt-tripping later on.

so, you started planning with the band and rin on how you could sneak out to see them play. your friends were unsure of it, not because of you sneaking out, but because you had to do all this because of your boyfriend.

deep in rin's heart, this was slowly getting too much. the person he loved being mentally trapped to stay with a toxic partner, driving you to lose your shine, who would endure that? he really would be happy for you if you found someone who can treat you right and make you happy. but now, he wanted to become that person.

so the day of the performance came, you already prepared an outfit for the concert, and passed it to your best friend. that day, your boyfriend was out for the whole day for his work. convenient, but weird on how he didn't want you to go to the performance even though he's not there.

well, you were on your way to the performance venue, ready to support your friends and rin, when you were taking the bus, you spotted a familiar figure in a cafe where you had to alight. a small peek wouldn't hurt, so you took a glance into the cafe, where you could see the small corridor that led to the restrooms. but curiosity kills the cat, and your boyfriend was there, all touchy and kissing another person. your eyes widened, suddenly the urge to vomit rose, and you ran for your life away from that cafe. your boyfriend was cheating on you, but you couldn't leave this hell of a relationship. you knew he would make you stay somehow, be it guilt tripping you, countless sayings of you not being enough for him, or he did so much for you that you can't leave. thoughts started to spiral in your mind viscously, and you felt like a darkness had overtaken you.

trudging to the venue, you didn't know what to do. if you tried to bring it up to your boyfriend, he'd change the topic and blame you. you couldn't leave, he already created such tight mental restraints on you to prevent it. so what should you do? you arrived at the performance venue, with crowds of people in the audience. you can't help but feel proud for them, but the thought of your boyfriend sickened you to the point you could currently only focus on it.

the lights dimmed slowly, and the screams and cheers from the audience arose. you could hear the drums starting to play, and a light sound of the electric guitar. there, the lights shone on the band members, starting off with an artic monkeys song, knee socks.

the performance slowly progressed, performing covers of popular songs, but with the band's own touch. though the thought of your boyfriend pulled your heart into an abyss of darkness, seeing your friends, and rin, made a light shine on you. you felt, happy, light, not trapped by the heavy chains your boyfriend imprinted on you. slowly, the performance was reaching it's end, and the last song was playing.

rin's voice echoed through the venue, "this last song, is called snap out of it by artic monkeys." he spoke clearly and confidently, eyes searching for yours until he found it.

this was your favourite song, and the one rin wanted to perform for you when he wished to confess. you loved how the song had all the elements of the electric guitar, and how the lyrics harmonized with each other so perfectly. but now, the song suddenly related too much with you, the fact that you're trapped in this cycle of mental torture with your boyfriend, and it seemed all so convenient that rin chose this as the last song. this was your favourite song, and the one rin wanted to perform for you when he wished to confess. you loved how the song had all the elements of the electric guitar, and how the lyrics harmonized with each other so perfectly.

"i heard that you fell in love, or near enough."

but now, the song suddenly related too much with you, the fact that you're trapped in this cycle of mental torture with your boyfriend, and it seemed all so convenient that rin chose this as the last song.

"i wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby. snap out of it."

these words resonated within you, rin maintaining eye contact with playing his guitar and singing. your heart felt a pang, and you knew what type of message rin was trying to convey. his eyes carried a pleading look, one that showed the many attempts he tried to get you to leave, not because of his own wants, but for you.

"under a spell you're hypnotized. darling how could you be so, blind?"

a deeper message lay underneath his voice, one that he wanted to be the one you could always run to, one that you never have to feel scared or intimidated by. and you caught that.

"i'll be waiting ever so patiently, for you to snap out of it."

this was your favourite lyric in the song, and rin put extra emotion in conveying the lyrics. truth be told, you always loved rin, but you never thought he loved you back. but now, you get the confirmation of it, literally making you snap out of it.

i've had enough with you. we're done.

sending the text message, you block your boyfriend's number and deleted his contact, shutting off your phone.

the song reached it's end, and you ran backstage to congratulate them. spending time with your friends felt like bliss, and you didn't feel bound to a chain, you felt..free. looking for rin, you spotted him at the sides packing up his guitar, when he turned to you. his cold demeanor melted into something softer, an understanding and kind gaze. without thinking, you ran up to him and hugged him tightly, catching him off-guard. he quickly reciprocated though, hugging you back even tighter. both your eyes exchanged silent messages, and rin started taking out something from his bag.

you gasped when you saw it, a small bouquet of your flowers and favourite collectibles, several letters from rin and a faint pink tint on his cheek and ear, looking away from you as he held it out.

"i wanted to give this to you a few months ago, but that day i was going to, you broke the news about you having a boyfriend. so i kept it until now." rin muttered softly under his breath. taking the bouquet from him, you couldn't stop a smile from forming on your face. the words slipped out without you noticing.

"i love you, rin."

rin bit his lip slightly, and reached out for your hand with his. clutching it tightly, he looked down at you, and a kind smile appeared.

"got you to snap out of it."

This has been In my Drafts For a good Two weeks.

[adeepdeepslumber]

maybe smth with isagi… x m!reader but the readers chubby… and like insecure abt it hhehe…

im super sorry, but since im quite new to writing im not really sure how to write this! when i get better and explore more concepts of writing i will definitely come back to this 🩷 once again im so sorry i cant fulfill ur req 😭

[adeepdeepslumber]

Hi hi hi !! 😼

May I request reo and nagi being both in love with f!reader while the three of them are best friend ? Maybe like them being possessive and jealous would be rly kewl

I just discovered your blog and I think it’s bodaciously cool already and I’m excited to read your future work !!

Feel free to ignore this btw but thank you if you end up doing it :3

oo yesss i get it 😳😳 sorry if i post this abit late i would have just posted a nagi oneshot so this might take me awhile too love u for requesting mee 🩷🩷

you could have anyone you want. - reo mikage, nagi seishiro

jealous - eyedress

you three were called the golden trio.

reo mikage was the all rounder, his charming looks enchanted many. not only that, he was a kind soul, but tended to be cocky sometimes. his speech alone puts others in a trance, flashing aura blinding them. though he was friendly to others, he'd have a rather ruder attitude towards those who he disliked, scaring them.

nagi seishiro was the lazy genius, despite not putting in effort into anything, he excelled at most aspects of life. though his laziness often put people off, many often were entranced by him. he was lazy, always dozing off in classes, never giving any attention to anyone. he tended to dismiss everyone, almost always in his own world.

you who caused people's heads to turn. bold, never one to shy away from anything too intense. a pearly smile from you was all it took for someone to fall for you. you were the the top third in school in studies, with reo and nagi surpassing you. you tried your best in everything, and your bold personality drew others to you.

you, reo and nagi met when you were 10, at a playground randomly. you three just clicked together, and slowly, you started hanging out together, turning the bond between you three into superglue, keeping you three from separating. it seemed like the closeness you three could get was never ending, you three only seemed to get closer and closer together.

but obviously, that causes something new to form among it.

unbeknownst to you, you had both reo and nagi wrapped around you finger.

as they hung out more with you, they realized that feelings started to develop for you. the wide and confident smile you bore on your face sent their ears to flush red, and the tight hugs you would provide them comforted them with a warmth.

however, both reo and nagi knew that the other also had feelings for you. this caused a silent opposition to spark between the two.

oblivious as you were, even you'd notice the tension in between the two when they were with you.

reo would casually hold your hand tightly, walking with you to the next class, while the slacking nagi tried his best to keep up. reo's pace quickens, desperate for nagi to be left behind, just so he could have more time with you.

nagi would call you over to come to his house and game, leaving out the part that he never invited reo, to spend more time with you.

their actions slowly grew more and more obvious, but somehow you really never caught on.

"hey, wanna go to a cafe for lunch later? just the two of us?"

reo asked you casually, his heart beating faster and faster as he stared down into your eyes as you contemplated the thought. recently, you did realize that their actions seemed to revolve more around you and not around whatever else it should be. you'd always push it off, but now it started to bug you more.

"reo, but what about nagi?"

your innocent question was enough to make reo's eyes narrow, jaw clenching slightly at the mention of nagi's name. his eyes darted around the room, as if an excuse lay there.

"nagi.. is busy." giving a sour smile, completely not acknowledging that nagi was right behind him.

"i'm busy?" nagi asked from behind reo, his question innocent, but clearly laced with spite and jealousy. seeing each other, reo managed a sour smile, full of frustration, as nagi was clearly going to tag along.

"thought you were" reo muttered under his breath, before offering to walk you to class. the tension was so clear between the two of them, that you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. this was clearly unlike them.

nagi muttered something that wasn't full audible, before completely draping himself over you. suddenly so clingy, but you never cared for it.

your captivating self drew everyone to you, despite you not noticing it. you could have anyone you want, but these two pined for you.

week after week, their actions became bolder and bolder, even your friends started suspecting they had feelings for you. well, you always brushed it off, but you couldn't deny that even you started suspecting it too. well, it came to light one day.

you went to the school campus on a weekend, to drop off some items for reo and nagi for their upcoming soccer match. when you were walking to the locker room to drop them off, it came to your mind that you didn't inform them in advance that you were coming. should be fine, right?

well, when you almost opened the door to the locker room, you could hear an agitated reo and a tired nagi.

"nagi, you like her don't you?" by guess, you thought that nagi would deny it, but surprisingly you head a faint "yeah".

reo too admitted it, and it finally dawned upon you that your two best friends, from childhood, came to have feelings for you. the two's conversation was filled with tension, hoping to win you over eventually without the other. many people told you that you could have anyone you wanted, well, you never expected that it could go to this extent.

slowly, you opened the door, revealing yourself and the totebag full of items you bought for them.

reo and nagi were caught off guard, now calculating in their minds if you'd heard their conversation.

"um. i wanted to give you guys these for the upcoming match."

holding out the totebag to them, you deliberately avoided eye contact with either of them, looking to the lockers as if your favorite drama was playing. this gave the duo confirmation you heard their conversation.

glancing at each other, nagi let out a sigh, holding his neck with his hand. while reo too let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. taking the totebag from you, reo opened his mouth to talk to you, but you turned around quickly, determined to leave the locker room to escape the awkwardness. until nagi held your wrist, wanting you to hear them out.

"you heard us right? reo and i both like you, so give us time for us to win you over." nagi said it so casually as if he was talking about his video games, but you gotta admit, you heart fluttered at those words. reo chuckled, flashing you a charming smile, in agreement. now with the knowledge that your two best friends liked you, you were slowly getting flustered under their gazes. sticking out your tongue, you ran out of the locker rooms.

from then on, their actions towards you were bolder and more obvious, with clear effort being put in between the two to try and see who won you over first.

at one point the two were basically fighting over who would walk you home.

you can have anyone you want, but you really have those two wrapped around your finger.

this is unwiped asscheeks and super short sorry this is so clapped I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE JEALOUSY TROPES BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE GHIOERFJKSN

[adeepdeepslumber]

little drabble of bachira and rin my favs 😹😹😹

while you were sleeping - laufey

rin was pressed back against the couch, his back supported and comforted by the plush cushions, as he watched his gameplay of the most recent match. occasionally, he'd open his mouth for some mango, and you would gladly feed it to him. you straddled his lap, knees tucked at his sides, as you were munching away on your fruit selection in a bowl. somehow, one scene from horimiya came up in your mind, and you were determined to try it out on rin. slowly, you placed a slice of mango in between your lips, holding rin's face, motioning for a kiss.

eyes still glued to his phone screen, rin moved his face to give you access to his mouth, not noticing the mango slice in between your lips. when your lips make contact, thats when he finally turns back to you, brows furrowing at the sensation of mango being passed from your mouth to his. just a little kiss to pass on the mango, you pull away quickly, leaving rin dumbfounded and confused, a mango slice just left in between his lips like a child sucking on a lollipop.

rin raises his eyebrow, and you decide that you should take a picture. rin starts chewing on the mango, and paid more attention to you, watching you eat your mango. once in every fifteen minutes, he'd beckon for you to feed him the same way as just now, even taking a video of it, your cheeky smile peeking at the camera, making rin's heart flutter.

safe to say, that picture and video are in both your photo albums of each other and lock screen, rin starting to favor your new way of feeding him fruit.

K. - cigarettes after sex

you and bachira were laying on your shared bed, scrolling through social media, when a particular video popped up. the trend to the song, K., by cigarettes after sex would play, and a girl would put lipstick on her lips, accidentally smudging it. then, someone's hand comes to wipe it off, revealed their kiss-filled face.

"meguru! let's do this!"

bachira looks closely at the video, examining it, before giving a hyper, "let's do it!"

step one, was to fill his face with lovely kisses. internally, bachira was most excited for this, your soft lips making contact with his face. you slowly applied many layers of your lipstick, before holding bachira's face, angling it to give yourself full access to all parts of his face. then, that's when the kissing frenzy starts. no part of bachira's faceis exempted from it, you kissing every part visible. forehead, cheek, nose, mouth? all full of kiss marks. the corner of his eyes was no exception, so was the edge of his mouth. bachira could feel himself ascending, giggling and smiling as you kissed him like your life depended on it.

finally, after ten minutes, you were done. no inch of his face was not covered with kisses, his face being a mural of your kisses. bachira looked giddy, his eyes dazed as he formed a drunken smile, as if high off of your kisses.

step two, film the video! unexpectedly, this was the hardest part to film, as when you purposely smudged your lipstick off your lips, bachira's hand made it's way to your face to wipe it off. however, seems like he couldn't resist your pretty face! he'd pull you in for a kiss, now your mouth to your chin was also filled with kisses from him. finally, you'd managed to record the final recording. you'd smudged the lipstick off your lips, bachira's hand reaching over to your mouth to wipe it off, holding your face. while you angled the camera to reveal his kiss filled face, bachira's still focused on you. camera still rolling, he still leaned in for a kiss, when you dropped the phone to reciprocate it. you took a photo of his face, one with you and without, keeping them as your lock screen. bachira's giggly smile was clear in the photos, and you'd posted the video on your socials, leading it to become viral. well, bachira definitely asked you to pepper his face with more kisses after that!!

a/n: im so lazy to write but i have one req coming up so this is js a lil drabble! can you tell which of the two i like more

[adeepdeepslumber]

"stay with me, i don't want you to leave." - nagi seishiro

:x a relationship that was doomed from the start.

k. - cigarettes after sex

nagi seishiro never tried. he never tried at anything at all. be it studies, social aspects or even just living productively. all he did was play games, and laze around like there was nothing in the world better to do. despite not trying, he still did well for everything. soccer; he never bothered to make an effort, but managed to be the top scorer and carried his team to win the tournament in his hometown. studies; he never studied, slept in all of his classes. literally ALL. but somehow, he always managed to get the second highest grades in the school, the first being his best friend, reo. nagi never tried, but excelled at everything, that was why he'd expected everything to come his way, without putting an ounce of effort.

which is why he's so confused right now.

you, bold and daring, never one to shy away from confronting someone, stood at him, glaring. nagi thought you were a try hard. he hated try hards. why put in effort in things? he saw no point.

so why was he trying so hard to convince you to stay?

his hand gripped your wrist, holding you back from walking away from him. his white locks fell down his face, almost obstructing his view of you. nagi wanted to keep you in his sight, never to let you leave it. he doesn't know why he's trying so hard. holding onto your wrist like a string that if pulled away, lead the rest of the woven tapestry to fall apart. his orb of eyes stared at you, usually never had a spark, only with you.

a small frown formed on nagi's face, one that never bore any emotion.

"please, stay."

nagi said those words determinedly, without an ounce of boredom, which he would usually mindlessly speak out to have you by his side. this one was full of determination, no random muttering of "hassles" or any sighs, just pure hope and desire for you to stay.

you, on the other hand, stared at him with dismay. you tried to wrench your hand away from his, but no avail, his grip was tight. the face you loved, you still do, but you have to leave.

nagi and you were in a relationship for 3 years, and it was bliss at the start. but within those three years, you'd realized that nagi never tried. how foolish of you, to assume he would change since he'd told you he would. it's common sense that nagi never tried at anything, but you'd never thought it would go to this extent. most of the dates you went with him, wasn't even with him. you'd wait at the entrance of a restaurant, all dolled up, and seat at your specially reserved seat for two. you'd wait and wait, but nagi would never arrive.

frustrated and humiliated, you would sit in your seat looking your best for someone who didn't bother. munching slowly on the food, you would have eaten with him, black tears from ruining your mascara would slowly slide down your cheek. that's not all, unfortunately. when you arrived back home, nagi would be lying down on your shared bed with him, sleeping or playing video games. he'd completely forgotten about the date that you were so excited about. you wanted to convey your frustration to him, at least let him understand how betrayed you felt after that. but nagi always brushed it off, saying mere things such as "oh, i slept in." or "it was kind of a hassle anyway, we can do the date another time." never fully embracing your true emotions.

nagi would notice that you were angry at him, then coax you to forgive him by suddenly caring and being affectionate with you, just completely invalidating the anger you had every right to have. he always expected to get what he wanted without actually having to earn it, and you became a victim of it.

at home, he never cleaned anything, leaving all the work to you. when you came home after an exhausting day at work, you were faced with a messy home and a lazing boyfriend. but somehow, you always forgave nagi, since you couldn't resist his beautiful face staring back at you while he murmured insincere "sorries".

slowly, the feeling in the pit of your soul grew, and eventually you couldn't handle it anymore. you told him you wanted to talk, and you broke the words to him.

"i don't think we can do this anymore."

nagi's eyes finally lifted off his video game, and to you. a tinge of confusion was clear in his eyes, and you could tell he thought you were joking. his face, still void of proper emotion, started make it's way to turn back to his game, but nagi stopped it.

the silence engulfed the room you two once shared loving memories with, now filled with tension and disbelief. the silence made it's answer, and nagi finally looked at you, with pure emotion in his eyes alone.

"are you joking with me?"

his voice, monotoned, but was different from his usual, it had the feel of disbelief and sarcasm, as he didn't believe you were serious.

nagi didn't know what he wanted you to do in that moment, maybe a smile come over your face as you hug him, muttering that it was all a joke. but your face remained serious and stoned, giving no sign of a joke being played out.

your brows were furrowed, and lips were pursed, occasionally twitching to hold back the sadness you wanted to let out. nagi's eyes widened slowly, as he realized, you really weren't joking anymore. he straightened up, his hand making way to yours.

and that's how you found yourself in this situation.

nagi's hand grabbed onto yours, determined to not let you leave without a proper explanation. his usually dazed eyes stared at you attentively, bringing back a light into his eyes.

the face you love stared back at you, and you resist the urge to cup his face and give in to him, tell him that everything is fine, it was all a joke.

but you can't.

you don't want to be trapped in this endless cycle of empty promises and apologies, gaslighting and forgiveness though your heart tells you not to. this has to end.

"nagi, i told you already. i don't think this can work out anymore."

you grab his hand, and pull it away from you. it physically hurts you to say those words, but if you didn't, who will?

nagi lets your words sink in, a pain in his heart as you say it twice. what did he do wrong?

actually, nagi would be lying if he said he had no clue what he did wrong. he knew. he knew that coaxing you with affection would let you forgive him, he knew that he depended on you, but made it seem like you depended on him. he knew about those dates, but always brushed it off, he knew if he'd left the house messy and untidy, you'd feel obliged to clean up after him. he knew that if he gave you just enough love and affection, you'd stay.

nagi knew.

all those little actions that made you feel you had to stay with him and care for him wasn't just because of his laziness. he knew it'll make you stay. he knew he didn't need to try hard, or even try.

so why is he on his knees, begging you to stay?

nagi's knees hit the soft fabric of the rug in the bedroom, holding onto your leg. his face stared at you, what used to be a void of emotion, was now a collage of an uncountable amount of emotions altogether. all of which begged, just begged you to stay.

"stay with me, i don't want you to leave."

nagi's hand was on your thigh, and you face looked down at his. nagi's lips pursed, as if to hold back any emotion from coming out.

"please, stay. i'll change. i promise. i don't know what i did wrong, but i'll change. for you."

still, he played dumb. he'd lied, thinking that it could coax you to stay with him. you weren't dumb though, you'd used to push it off, but not anymore.

"no, nagi. i said it thrice, and i'll say it again. this won't work out."

your voice stood stable, however an audible but faint underlying feel of pity and regret could be heard. nagi's eyes widened like never before, and his mouth parted slowly. it stung to hear it four times, but he was persistent.

slowly, he stood up, holding your face in his hands, towering over you. he clutched your free hand tightly, a seal of his emotions.

"i promise, i'll really change."

this promise wasn't fully hollow, but there was barely any inch of sincerity. continuously, he spouts empty promises, but your mind has set already.

it hurt your heart so much to even tell him that the relationship that was once so full of love had come to this. it hurt you to see him beg on his knees, just for you to stay with him. but you couldn't take it any more.

you pushed him away roughly, his towering shadow over your face stumbled away. it pained you to see him this distressed. but you had to do it.

"nagi. this isn't going to work out."

you pushed your way through his body covering the door, as you made you way out of the bedroom to the entrance of the shared apartment now void of the love you two used to share. you knew nagi did love you, but you hated how he made it seem like he didn't, you hated how he always managed to get you to forgive him just by giving the right amount of love and attention. and you were done with it.

until he blocked the exit you were planning to make with his body once again.

"i'm sorry, i really am. please, give me a chance to change. you know i can't live without you."

then why did he always make it seem like he could live without you? like you were just an object to him.

you couldn't resist the urge, and you cupped his face one last time.

"nagi, i know that. but i gave you many chances to change already. if you can't live without me, then you should have acted like it. not just give me love and affection just so i forgive you, so that i can once again just clean up after you and take care of you."

somehow, you'd managed an apologetic smile, laced with spite, that he should have tried more. if he can try this hard to get you to stay, he should have tried harder to actually love you.

you push him away and open your apartment door.

"nagi, this is it. i'm done. goodbye."

with that, you turned to face him one last time. the face you love loved, stared at you with regret and despair. you managed a weak nod back to him, your face tinted with sadness, as tears slowly flowed down your cheeks, before you turned away and walked out.

nagi found himself back on his knees, staring at the entrance of the apartment where you had just been. his hands grabbed at his face, letting out a low groan.

he should have tried harder.

maybe then this wouldn't have happened.

he'd relied too much on you, and now you were gone.

he'd taken for granted your presence, the lack of warmth next to him already bothering him.

nagi never cried before. the last time he did was due to a big yawn he let out during class. no tears he shed bore any emotion.

so, for the first time in his life, a string of pearly tears full of regret welled up and slid down his cheek.

he begged for you to stay once again.

male manipulator nagi

K.- cigarettes after sex

a/n: i think im going to make a part two of this!!

[adeepdeepslumber]

about me ｡𖦹°‧

rae, she/her 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

bachira's my man

𓆝 i write for bluelock only!!

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𓆟 posts are not always based on songs, sometimes i put songs that would be a background song to the post

[adeepdeepslumber]

"why'd you only call me when you're high?" - bachira meguru

why'd you only call me when you're high? - artic monkeys

in which he called you at 2 in the morning, the alcohol clear in his voice.

it was the early morning, maybe even still night if you went by sunrise, the time was 2am, your clock clearly showed that. you were fast asleep in your bed, holding a large pillow, lying on your stomach.

ring-ring-ring

your phone screen lit up, and the sound of your oh so annoying ringtone slowly awakened you. who the hell is calling at... 2 in the morning? "what the fuck?" you grumbled groggily, aggressively grabbing your phone to check who was calling you. you had to squint at your phone, as the brightness hurt your eyes.

multiple missed calls were at the bottom of your phone, before another call rung your phone. seems like someone really wants to talk huh? groggy from the sudden awakening, you mind couldn't process the caller's id. it took a good while for you to remember who this person even was, since you had such a deep sleep.

"b..bachira?.. who is that??"

maybe you really were sleep deprived.

staring at his caller id, you were racking your brain trying to remember who the hell bachira even was, letting the current call go to voicemail. persistent as he was, bachira continued to call, letting a new voice call take over your phone screen.

you were already frustrated someone interrupted what was basically the best sleep of your life, but you decided to answer anyway. letting out the biggest sigh, you finally registered who bachira was. the guy whom you'd liked for a good 3 years, but never had the courage to confess to him due to his overly friendly personality making you wonder if he was this nice to everyone, not only you.

it's nice that he called you, wonder why though..

still, gives him no excuse to randomly call you at 2 in the morning, let alone wake you from the best sleep of your entire life.

you pick up the pending call.

not even five seconds after answering the call, you hear a giggly bachira.

"heeeeeyyyyy."

you can basically see his flushed red cheeks, dazed eyes, and the smile you'd always loved, just under the influence of alcohol.

"yes, bachira? its two in the morning."

"ooopsssssss." you hear the most girlish giggle coming from the other side of the phone.

"did i interrrrrupptttt your beauuuuuuttyyyyy sleeeeeepppp?"

he normally spoke like this, but you could hear the alcohol from his voice, he's batshit drunk. sound of cars growing louder and fading away gives you the impression that he's walking back home from a bar, or whatever place that gives him alcohol.

"yes, yes, you did. i was having the best sleep of my life, and you ruined it. so, why'd you call me?"

"mmmhmhhh i just... wanted toooo you knowww?"

you can't help but pinch your nose bridge in frustration and tiredness.

"you've literally ever only called me when you're high, or drunk. what do you want now?"

"nothingggg, just wanted to hear your pretty voice."

though you were mad at him, your stomach literally does a full backflip hearing that. the guy you want only calls you when he's high or drunk, yet you can't help but smile whenever he talks. your room is still dark, and the brightest thing in it is your bright phone screen, with bachira's contact on it.

bachira was silent, and maybe the hangover is starting to hit, but his footsteps seemed to get louder, maybe even faster, more desperate to get home, or wherever he planned to.

you'd spaced out with the sudden silence of the call, somehow not falling asleep, but daydreaming.

wonder who?

maybe it was the late night thoughts, but you had the image of bachira in your head, his contagious smile on his face, facing you, leaning closer, and closer. until your lips meet. both of you smiling into the kiss, as it grows more heated. you wonder how his lips would feel on yours, how it would feel as it traces down your jaw, down your neck. you wonder how he would taste, the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, on your skin, your collar bone.

these thoughts were interrupted by bachira, once again.

you still wondered the feeling of his lips on yours, in fact, you craved it.

"hey.. i've been meaning to tell you.."

bachira definitely sounds more sober, and you can tell the hangover may be hitting in soon, but he's still heavily under the influence of alcohol. you don't know what you were expecting, but hearing that he'd wanted to tell you something made your heart beat faster.

does he find me annoying? does he love me? does he know i love him?

countless things filled your mind, forming a whirlpool of thoughts, good and bad.

you don't know what you were expecting, but it was definitely not bachira tripping and falling down on the fucking pavement at 3 in the morning during the call.

"so.. i wanted to say- OW WHAT THE FUCK???"

you'd heard his phone hit the ground, hard. along with bachira's muffled screaming and shouting.

"UGHHH why did this have to happen to meeeeeeeeee...." he whined like a baby. whatever you said about him becoming more sober left your mind immediately, he's still drunk as hell.

just hearing his voice, you can imagine him curled up like a ball, sitting in the middle of the pavement with a pout.

"now that i'm on the floor, can i go to your home? i think it miiiiiight be betterrrrr to tell u therereeeee!!" bachira' giggled, probably sprawled out on the pavement.

"if i say yes, would you get off the pavement?"

"mmmhm!!"

"fine. you know where i live, so come quick."

knock knock.

sounds like bachira arrived, which honestly surprised you on how he didn't pass out mid-trip. well, you can't deny, you were waiting for him, to see his face again.

you clicked open your door, and there he was, standing right in front of you. his hair was ruffled and messy, and his face really was flushed red. his eyes were super dazed, but focused on you. as if you were the only person in the whole world. bachira's jersey was dirty and baggy, and he smelt distinctly of whiskey and beer, maybe a mix of different shots too. he really indulged tonight.

"hii." the familiar smile you grew to love made its way back onto his face, and your heartstrings are pulled by it. you show him the way into the house, and into your room. bachira genuinely just fell to your floor as he went on about what he did that night.

"you know.... i really, really love you. i can't hide it anymore. just seeing you makes me happy."

the words spilled out of his mouth, a drunken bachira. bachira's face still has his cheeky smile, no idea what his words just did to you.

hearing those words, made your heart just swell. he'd liked you back, and now you were the one flushing red. your heart was banging against your ribcage. sure, his words were slurred and disoriented, but you could feel that he meant every word he said.

somehow, suddenly you were seated on the floor, next to him. his drunken dazed eyes stared at you, a look of which one can only describe as "the look of love". your blood rushed to your face, maybe you needed alcohol too to confess this.

"i love you too."

your words made his eyes widen, his already red cheeks turning redder and redder. bachira believed that eyes were the window to the soul, thats why his bore into yours, trying to fathom if you were just joking. your eyes stared at his with a deep sense of honesty and love, and he wouldn't help but just admire you. you were beautiful. bachira always thought that, but today you were gorgeous, he could literally see love and kindness radiating off of you. maybe the alcohol was getting to him.

bachira's mouth was parted, if there wasn't a limit to how much his jaw could drop, it would probably be at earth's core right now. you don't know when, but you were somehow inches away from him now, his hand on your cheek, cupping it. you were seated with your knees up to your face, and bachira being basically sprawled out on the floor just now, straightened up.

your legs were jelly, and it relaxed from the tension, giving bachira space in between you. he moved in closer, eyes still fixated on your face. his thumb caressed your face gently, as if you were fragile, and any major movement would break you. it slowly moved down to your jaw, and rested at the side of your mouth.

bachira's eyes travelled from your eyes to your lips, not discreet with what he wanted. he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing.

"yes, bachira. you can."

bachira had been so obvious that he wanted to kiss you, but he didn't seem to notice it. he was shocked you'd realized it, but hey. not like he's complaining.

bachira's thumb grazed your lower lip, before leaning in. his lips met yours, it was a soft feel. he moved in closer, fully holding your face in his hands. your arms wrapped around his neck, as he beckoned you to open your mouth with his tongue. you comply, as his tongue enter your mouth.

soon, you two ended up on your bed, limbs entangled. your kiss with bachira was passionate, but full of love, not lust. he kissed the side of your mouth, moving down to your jaw and neck. it was light and soft, filled with love.

guess you didn't need to wait too long to find out how his lips feel.

he placed a final kiss on your collarbone, before resting his head in between your shoulder and neck, lying down. his body was half on yours, and half on the bed. you reached up to his hair and ruffled it, the urge to sleep growing more. it was still 3 in the morning.

you could basically feel bachira going to completely doze off, and you were sure he did when he muttered.

"i love you so, so much."

you heard it once already, but it was still enough to make your heart flutter once more.

his face was smushed into your body, and you could still feel his lips grazing the space his head was on.

jokingly, you asked, "why'd you only call me when you're high?"

but you could already hear the slight snores coming from him. with that, you too, went to sleep.

i love you so much, meguru bachira.

why'd you only call me when you're high? - artic monkeys

[adeepdeepslumber]

"do you remember the time?" - itoshi rin

remember the time - michael jackson

you were a blur in his memories. he remembered the traces, the faint shape of your familiar face, but your features were blurred, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember how you looked like, the face he once adored with all his heart.

lights flashed in his eyes, blinding, but recently, one thing had been on rin's mind. he had a lingering feel in his heart, one he couldn't pinpoint the source of. soccer was his number one priority, when he was younger he abandoned the others. recently, he had a guilty feeling he'd abandoned something far more important than a mere numbered priority.

"itoshi rin! have you ever loved someone before?" a voice behind the bright flashing lights of the countless cameras surrounding him questioned. his first love? rin's mind wandered, his eyes misty, trying to find the reason why his heart was overcome with a strange feeling, a mix of guilt, regret, and -.. hope?

still drenched with sweat from the soccer match, his wispy bangs covered his face as he looked down. why was this so familiar? this was especially weird, he'd forgot almost all of his childhood since making soccer his dream, his comfort. something clicked in him, he remembers.

-maybe if he didn't, he would have avoided it-

rin never answered the question. ignoring the reporter, he sent a cold and unwelcoming gaze to all that were in front of him, trying to take pictures, trying to get him to answer them. "maybe if you all weren't so desperate, you'd actually get ahead in life." rin bluntly stated, classic of him to rudely dismiss others.

a trip back to kamakura, his hometown, could do him some good. he'd gotten a break since his recent match, but all that occupied his mind was the itching feeling that what he was looking for was here.

the atmosphere was cold, white mist floated into the air when rin breathed out. the swing he sat on was old and rusted, it creaked whenever he swung his legs in the slightest. but he was here, waiting, for someone.

for you.

and there he saw it, his heart swelled at the sight of you, a scarf covering your chin, carrying a guitar case on you back, with a plastic bag full of snacks in one hand. your hair moved with the wind that blew past, and small exhales that you made produced white mist. internally, his arm reached out to you, trying to grab you and communicate with you.

rin muttered your name, unaware of it's volume. your head turned to the familiar but faint sound of your name being uttered. one glance of his wispy bangs that covered his eyes, one that you used to complain about since you could barely see his eyes, the eyes that used to look at you with so much warmth and comfort, once looked at you to with a sharp, disregarding touch. one that made you feel worthless. this time, his teal eyes were full of hope and desire, your breath hitched seeing that.

"rin?.." your mouth was parted, and your hair blew in your face due to the wind. that didn't matter right now. what did, was that he was here. how could he just show up here, after he told you that you were nothing to him, that he only led you on as he "didn't want you to realize early" that the spark between you two was long gone.

you two were presently at the ripe age of 21, but when you were in your teenage years, you loved each other. but one day, rin told you the words that haunted you till now.

"i really did love you, but eventually you grew to mean nothing to me."

he told you that he wanted to focus on soccer, that you were dragging him down and slowing him. he told you that he really did love you, he told you that you were a dead weight on him. and then he acted like you never existed. after that, he just left this town behind, left you and his ties with you behind. so why is he here now, asking to talk again?

"rin, why are you here?" your tone became more serious, as the anger towards him that grew over time, started spilling out. you'd see him on television, he made a name for himself, you hated him. you hated what he did to you, and how he threw away everything so easily. but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away from him. you'd thought that it was just a teenage relationship failure, that you could get over it. but it clung to you, haunted you.

rin bit his bottom lip, nails digging deep into his palm. "i..i.." stuttering out of anxiousness, he knew you hated him for what he'd done, and he hated how he got rid of any memory, any remnants of the love you and him once shared, just to focus on soccer. he'd hated how he completely forgot about you. and he knew you did too.

"someone asked me if i'd ever fallen in love before," rin gripped the rusty chains of the swing tightly before letting go and walking towards you. "i thought of you."

soon, he was in front of you, towering over you. frustration built up inside you, but you couldn't resist the look of his eyes, one that pleaded to just listen to him.

"you threw away everything we had, you completely forgot about me. how can you just simply say that you thought of me when you did all that?" the frustration slipped through your voice, revealing itself. you don't know why, you said you were over it, that it would never hurt you again, but tears spilled from your eyes. it fell down your cheeks, as the rims of you eye slowly became redder.

you were on the verge of breaking down completely, crumbling into the shards of your raw emotions. rin could see this, and guilt overtook his heart. your voice shook and quivered, but still, you stood strong, desperate for rin to understand what he put you through, the countless nights of crying in your room, curled up like a ball on the floor, wondering what you ever did so wrong that he had to leave you.

his bottom lip quivered, and he wanted to deny everything, but he knows he can't. "you said you really did love me. then why did you just leave?" your eyes filled with rage, stared at him, asking for a reason.

"i did. i did love you. but i loved soccer more then."

this earned you a scoff. "doesn't give you an excuse to just forget everything, to just throw everything away." poking a finger at his chest, you glared up at him. "rin, i'm done. you left me first, but you came back first. it's my turn to leave you now." with an extra sharpness in your tone, you turned to leave, but rin held your wrist.

"please, please, really just, listen to me."

maybe you shouldn't have, then you would have avoided it.

you stayed.

"i know i hurt you, i know it was uncalled for, and just horrible of me. i threw away everything i ever had for soccer, including you. but i didn't know you were more important to me than 'just a distraction'. i thought about you from time to time, but eventually forgot about you, i was too focused on soccer, on beating my rivals."

rin's eyes stared at you with longing, hoping you would understand what he was trying to tell, that you would hear him out. no matter how hard you tried to resist against the mental restraints on you to leave and never turn back, you couldn't deny.. you missed him.

"i'm sorry. please, give me another chance. i promise, i'll treat you better then i did before, you'll never be a 'distraction' anymore, i'll never throw what we have away."rin's eyes bore into yours with determination, the eyelashes you used to get jealous of complimented it even more.

eyes really were the window to the soul, huh?

"i didn't want to say this, but," rin's ears and cheek turned a faint pink, blush tinged his ears, covering his face with his hand. "i love you. i really do, i miss you."

i missed you too.

you muttered the words so lightly, but rin still caught it. his eyes seemed to have gained a spark, and he looked at you with so much hope in his eyes.

"can we try again?"

rin gripped your wrist tighter, anxious for your reply.

"do you remember the time when we fell in love?"

rin nodded, the slightest smile making its way to his face. "i loved you with all my heart. i've only noticed now, but i still do." your hair framed your face perfectly, and rin couldn't keep his eyes off you. you were gorgeous. "so, you haven't answered my question."

"promise you won't repeat it again."

"i promise."

you reciprocated his action of gripping onto your wrist, only now gripping his hand tighter than ever. rin's hands made way to your face, his face leaning in closer to yours, till your noses touched. he let out a smile, the sweetest one you'd ever seen in you entire life. both of you chuckled, and your lips made contact. he smiled into the kiss, and held you face so gently, but with the intention of never letting you go. your arms wrapped around his neck, ruffling his hair as you two shared a kiss filled with hope, and a promise sealed with it. you two loved each other, if you'd never confessed the love for him that was hidden deep in your heart under all the hatred you had, maybe you wouldn't be drawn back to him.

maybe this could work out again.

remember the time - michael jackson