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[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 though 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 loved love, 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

𓆝 i write for bluelock only!!

𓆟 i write based on songs i listen to!! i recommend listening to the songs my writings are based from while reading 𖦹

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𓆟 fav bllk characters are bachira, rin and nagi!!

⚠︎ important: sfw only, no smut

✿ i write angst, fluff, AUs, maybe smau, oneshots, and maybe small series and headcanons

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𓆟 posts may be based on artic monkeys, clairo, laufey

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[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