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«Child in the shower, disaster in life»

— Without gender!Children's!Reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Karasu Tabio, Chigiri Hyoma, Michael Keiser, Alexis Ness, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Shidou Ryusei.

Genre: casual, romantic subtext, fluff, a little thrash

Warning: The text is the maximum amount of absurdity, folly and unexplained logic that exists in people whose inner child has never grown. The reader is a walking natural disaster with the soul of a child who rejoices at frogs, plays pranks, falls into ridiculous situations and invariably draws characters into chaos.

Note: I didn’t plan to go down like this, but my powers failed. I still don’t feel very well, but I will try to get myself together this weekend. I actually thought about trying "fem! character x reader" coming soon, do you think it’s a good idea?

wrote it exclusively for your smile, enjoy reading!

Isagi Yoichi

- Yoichi! - you’re screaming from the other end of the field, waving your hands.

He just finished training, wiping sweat off his forehead when you run to him, hiding something behind your back. He immediately gets excited. Your smile is wider than that of a horror maniac, and your eyes are burning with excitement.

- I’ve got a surprise for you! - You put both hands in front of him, clenching your fists. - Do you want to see?

Yoichi looks at the coach in the distance, then again at you. He had already been caught in "surprises" like a pie in the face, a shocking beetle and one very suspicious candy from which his tongue was green all day.

- Is it safe? he squints. I won’t have to eat porridge through a tube for another week?

You’re not happy.

- I’m serious! That’s nice! Really. Honest. Well... almost.

- "Almost" is already suspicious.

You can’t hold it and you want to, your chest tickles with impatience. Finally you breathe out:

-Okay, all right, you ready?

-No, - Yoichi says dryly, but he’s already leaning closer.

Your hands are wide open.

A small, living, grey frog jumps out of them.

- WOW! - Yoichi yells, bouncing back, almost stumbling over his own boots.

You fold in half from laughing. You fall on the grass, holding your stomach, and the frog jumps aside, shocked by what is happening.

- DID YOU SEE YOUR FACE?! - Yell through tears. - God, I would frame this!

Yoichi is breathing hard. His hand on his knee, his face distorted by a mixture of horror and laughter. He throws a murderous look at you, but the eyes already appear tired, but warm "of course".

- Why am I still surprised when you do that? - He sighs, helping you up. - How old are you? Five?

- Six and a half, thank you.

You walk beside him, touching him while he’s walking.

- And the frog was jumping, huh? Just like in a cartoon! We still have to find one. Or maybe we can have an aquarium at home, huh? And there’s frogs and bugs. And mice are allowed.

- Mouse?.. - Yoichi stops. - No. No, please. We and one of you are enough for chaos.

You throw yourself at him and cling to his hand, slightly pressing your cheek against his, feeling his warmth.

- Admit it, you liked it!

He sighs. And here is the most sincere smile of the day on his face. He looks at you as if you were a natural disaster, which is impossible not to love.

- Yes, he says, rubbing your top gently, you’re a total lunatic. But mine.

Meguro Bachira

— We only take macarons, okay? Ma-ka-ro-ne - Bachira leans towards you, clinging to the importance as if you’re a spy on a top secret mission. - No step left, no look right. Only. Pasta.

You nod with a face like you get it, but in three seconds you’re already crawling along the windows, stretching your neck and your eyes picking up shiny boxes, rustling packaging and... toy department.

- Bachira! Look! Look-look-look! - you suddenly disappear from view and burst into toy paradise like a tornado.

- Bachira! Look! Look-look-look! - you suddenly disappear from view and burst into toy paradise like a tornado.

He follows you, of course. He always comes after you - no matter how much he sighs. Because he knows: where you are, it will be either fun or dangerous. And more often both.

You’re already squeezing the breast of a plush cat. Pumpkin on the head, tail with glitter. Too bright, too ugly... and definitely your favorite for the next three days.

- He FARTS, - you proudly declare by pressing on his stomach. And indeed, something... sinister-breathing is being pulled out of the speaker.

Bachira blinks.

- What is he?

You press again. The cat makes another moist sound.

You’re laughing so hard, you almost fell.

- It’s fate! He talks to us in my native language!

Bachira picks up the toy, turns in her hands. She croaks. But then he looks at you - you’re shining like a midnight firework, holding that vile thing like a shrine.

-Okay... add to your collection, - he sighs. - seventy-one. We have a shelf to change.

You jump for joy and kick like a little child.

- I’ll call him Puffy. He’ll guard the bed from monsters!

-From me, I guess.

- He’ll let you in. I swear!

He laughs quietly, pushing you closer as you go to the cash register. And, hell with macarons.

Hiori Yo

It was a hot day, too hot. The sun was burning your neck, and you were running around the yard with a water gun like an apocalyptic gremlin. Behind the bush - ambush, on the tree - base, and in your hand - weapons of mass destruction.

- Hiiori! - you scream with a belligerent squeal. - GET READY TO SWIM, DEEP-SEA SHRIMP!

He only carries out a towel and a bottle of water, as if the jet is flying into him - direct, precise, straight into his chest. He doesn’t even have time to breathe as you’re already running up and kicking your feet in place.

- Hit! Right in the heart! Critical damage!

- You said, "You’re not shooting today," - Hiori breathes hard as she squeezes out her shirt. - That was a lie.

- I forgot, honestly! you say with a big smile. But you’re too much of a target. I couldn’t resist.

He nods, calmly and with restraint. He goes into the house... suspiciously calm.

In five minutes he comes out. He’s holding a plastic bottle of coke.

- Peace? he asks, holding it out.

You smile like you’ve never done anything wrong in your life, grab a bottle.

- Of course, the world! Drink me! - You turn the lid off quickly.

PSHCHHHH!

You forget that you yourself have shaken this bottle before as a "time bomb". Cola shoots the fountain - in the face, on the T-shirt, on the arms. You reflexively put the bottle to your mouth, trying to "save" the drink, but with laughter you get nervous, let out a fountain from your mouth and literally sprinkle Hiori with a sweet soda.

He stands. Impregnated. Sticky. With pieces of ice under his sock.

- It... was... he says slowly, looking at himself.

You’re already lying on the ground, hovering like a madman. You’re dripping with water, looking like a flared firecracker in cotton candy.

- THAT WAS GENIUS! - you squeal. - Hiori! It was a self-destruct attack! You should have seen your face!

He looks at you... then just sits quietly next to you. Takes a newspaper that is lying nearby, and puts it on his face.

- You’re like a child, he mumbles, but the corners of his lips are still shaking with a smile. - Absolutely uncontrollable.

You roll closer and squeeze to his side like a wet puppy. Licking his shoulder, which was in the ruts of coca cola. He sighs but does not repel.

- You still love me, don’t you?

- Hardly. And in the breaks between washing, he snorts.

And yet his hand gently rests on your head. As if to say: "yes, I love. Even with sticky hair and water gun".

Karasu Tobio

You were unpredictable. Like the weather in April. Or like a machine with toys, which instead of a rubber ball gives out a dead crab.

Today started well. Karasu led you around the mall by the hand like a child, so that you didn’t get lost and run off to the station with fluffy slippers.

But suddenly you got out of control and rushed to a group of serious, solid men at the coffee shop. On the go opening the tablet.

- YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS! - Loud, too loud.

Karasu stalled. His face was stretched out like a dough in a pizza.

- No. Not again.

You run to the men and with a solemn look put in the face of the screen: where the wife is sad and the child spanch bob, and the panch bob was already lying in the grave.

— Sad, right?! Hahahaha! The baby spanch bob is crying so bitterly, with comments saying that he’s already an orphan! because mom left in a man.. - Do you ask, leaning towards one of the men. - Is this for you?

They don’t talk. One of them already has his phone. The other is coughing and looking at you like you’re infected with something dangerous.

- It’s... not funny, young man - frown alone. - Where are your parents?

- I... - You look back. - I’m with him!

And Karasu, as in slow motion, runs up, grabs you under his arm like a sack of potatoes, and looks tired guard drags you aside.

- Are you BACK? he hisses. - You promised not to traumatize strangers with the strange pictures you made.

- But there’s Sponge Bob, with a beard! He LOOKS AT THE SOUL, Tobias! It’s art! You don’t understand anything! - you scream, your feet are wagging.

He stops, puts you on the ground and grabs your face.

- I can’t do it anymore. I need pills. I need a lawyer. I need... a psychotherapist to learn how to live with you.

You smile and throw yourself at his neck.

-But you love me, right?

- I’m guarding you, that’s different.

- Okay. But I still have a picture of a pigeon with the face of a grandfather saying, "Give back your pension". We show it in the bookstore?

Karasu rolls his eyes.

- Only if I sign up first.

Chigiri Hyoma

- Hyoma! Hyoma! Come here now! - you’re breaking into the room where Chigiri was quietly drinking tea and trying to breathe.

He does not even have time to turn his head - you have already grabbed him by the wrist, hold him like a raging tornado, and loudly, with encouragement you are saying:

- I’ve made a DISCOVERY! Scientific! Medical! I’m a genius! You’ll be the first to try it!

– It won’t be like last time, right? - Chigiri asks anxiously, remembering the case when you smeared his nose with honey "so that a raspberry grows on it". Or when you tried to "tame" the microwave, saying «Jars, beasts, jars».

- It’s DIFFERENT. You’ll have a mustache. Serious ones. I tested on a stuffed hippo, and it looks solid!

Before Chigiri could do anything - click, you pressed two fluffy black things to his face, and on top of that you put a hairspray, super glue and for some reason a bun-smelling perfume.

- That’s it! - you exhilaratingly scream. - Now you are... General Hyomka! You have a new personality! Walk, command, go!

Chigiri is looking at himself in the mirror in complete shock. He has a huge, ridiculous mustache - one side bent up, the other dangles like a sad worm. And it’s not coming off.

- ... you ruined me. I’m like a bad guy from a cartoon about potatoes.

You clap your hands:

– That’s right! UskKom 3000! I create personalities! I can give you a cape, and you will interrogate plush toys. Someone has to keep order in the house!

He’s dead.

- You... put something on my face. REAL GLUE?

You nod. Proud. Happy. Absolutely no remorse.

- Not to fall. Stability is the foundation of leadership.

Pause. He turns around, slowly goes into the bath, and in a few seconds you hear:

- I’m going to shrivel my face, I’m going to get smoother than walk with this!

You’re giggling on the floor.

- General Hyomka against the innovations... Too bad.

And you already take out of your pocket the spare kit... with eyebrows-nuts.

Michael Kaiser

You burst into a room with a homemade helmet out of a cereal box strapped to the head of a pot, and proudly say:

- Today we’re going to Mars to save my son!

Kaiser doesn’t even lift an eye from his phone.

-You don’t have a son.

- I have one. It’s a plush toad named Herman. It was stolen by the evil cucumbers from Jupiter. You don’t want Herman to become a salad, do you?

He sighs. Very slowly.

-Is it because you drank ketchup and coke?

- It’s because I’m a great space traveler! King of the Clouds, Lord Lugh and Count Ploppi!

The Kaiser is still watching. And for a long time.

You wave your pawn like a scepter, and pull out from behind... a folded map (actually a pizza flyer) with the pen reading: «HERE IS MARS».

- We’re leaving in five minutes. Get your toothbrush, it’s gonna be a long battle!

- I’m not going to Mars.

- Then Herman dies.

- It’s a toy toad you left in the oven.

You are offended:

- It was a bunker!

- There was lasagna.

- Herman loves lasagna...

You lower your head. Sad, theatrical. It’s time for you to go to Cannes for this drama.

Kaiser rolls his eyes.

- Where’s your spaceship?

You pull out a mop and a stool.

- Get ready for the acceleration, princess. We’re going to hell.

Ten minutes later, the Kaiser, still in his pajamas, sitting on a stool, holding a broom and watching you yell in a bucket: "Open the portal! Herman, hold on, Daddy’s flying!"

- That’s... - He exhales. - It’s worse than when you tried to give me a jam shot.

You giggle and kiss his cheek.

- Thank you, you saved the planet. Herman will be proud.

- I hope he chokes on lasagna.

You make a sullen face, then you spit on his knees.

- And Herman wants a brother. Do you mind if I get a snail?

- As long as she stays silent and doesn’t burn the microwave like your "dragon".

Alexis Ness

- Look, look, look! - you yell from a distance and fly down the sloped gravel path on a skate, waving your hands as if trying to get off the ground.

Ness is sitting on the blanket, just started to turn out the container with fruits, as notices your death flight.

- NO! he screams, leaping on his feet. - Not on the grass! Not through the tree! Not in the

BACH.

Skate rolls by. And you - fly right into it, carrying Ness and container with watermelons in the bushes.

You’re lying on top of it, happy as a clam.

-Did you see? I was almost in the trenches! A little bit more, and I’d have a world record. I had a real backflip going on in my head, honestly.

Ness is looking up at the sky. He’s trying to remember how to breathe.

- You’re in my head right now spinning funeral.

You sigh as you leap:

- Okay, okay, this is going to be really cool. I found a log! You can slide it on your belly like a snowboard. I called it the Thunder-2000.

- It’s... a regular log.

- But if you believe - it’s a real miracle

Ness comes up, shaking, and mumbles:

- I just wanted to eat cherries and sit in silence...

And you’re already climbing up on the log, clinging to it like it’s a giant carrot, and yelling,

- Look! It’s like "Forsag", but cheap and with bumps!

And you go. The log rolls down the hill, you squeal like a teapot, your legs are wobbly, your face in the leaves. At some point you just fall, roll over and get up with a mossy forehead and a happy smile.

- I’m alive! My ass - no, but I’m alive!

Ness comes in, grabs your wrist, checking your pulse.

- I had to sign a paper saying that I was responsible for you? Where is my legal team?.

You hug him by hanging him around your neck.

— You are my little insurance agent. And now... for the shish kebabs! - you point to the mangal, who unskillfully burned himself. And that at this moment begins to smoke suspiciously bright.

- No-no-no! - in a panic, Ness yells and runs to kill.

And you, in a fire of coal and memories, sit with the guitar and start yelling something about skateboards and love for frogs.

He already knows: the day is just beginning.

Rin Itoshi

Rin opened the door and before he could even breathe, you flew into the hallway, all wet, dirty, with hair sticking out in different directions and a bright smile on your face. On the cheek - a heart, painted, seems to be chalk, on the jacket - a mark of a boot, on the hand -... a plastic spoon?

- Rinn! I drew you on the asphalt! Only... a bit like a crab. But it was you, I remember!

You have removed from the pocket a handful of colored chalks, behind which there was immediately smeared wet grass, petals and paper from the gum with the princess.

Rin blinked.

-Why are you all wet?

You proudly raised your finger:

- Because it rained!

- And you thought that was a... reason to go outside and...?

— Dancing, drawing, catching sparrows, jumping into a puddle, competing with the child who throws the next stone... Well, I also saw a butterfly! - You put your hands on it. - I wanted to show her the peacock dance, but she flew away. Rude.

Rin pressed his palm to his face.

-And how are you... still alive?

You smiled joyfully:

- It’s because I have a strong spirit. And you also gave me vitamins, remember?

- You’ve been cold for a week. Your spit was only yesterday.

- But it was fun!

The next morning you woke up with a nose like a tomato. Walked around the apartment with a roll of toilet paper, breathed like Darth Vader and resented:

- Why is everything leaking?! I have a hole in my brain?

Rin sat at the table, eating his boring, proper breakfast and looking at you like a disaster on a natural scale.

- And I said it. Dancing in the rain is romantic until you become a slut.

You, with your nose full, tried to turn gracefully. You almost fell. You shrunk. You cried.

- I’ll go again anyway. The neighbor’s cat gave birth, I have to name the kittens. One will be Pelmeni.

Rin sighed.

- I give up. Next time just take an umbrella. And wear a hat. And... maybe don’t lick the puddles?

- It was an experiment, Rin!

He put the fork down.

- I still don’t understand why I’m with you.

You sat next to him, nodded at him and moaned through the snot:

- Because I’m beautiful.

- Because you’re a disaster, said Rin.

And I still moved the cup of tea closer to you.

Sae Itoshi

You’re standing in a perfectly white room, glowing with delight, holding a glass of soda and candy on a stick. You were dressed in decent clothes, combed your hair and even put on a bow tie that does not suit you at all, and which you tried several times removed, but as a result of Itosha each time clapped his hands and corrected him, And in the opinion of Sae, it makes you look like a decent man.

The event was important: a bunch of rich and famous people, social conversations, shiny dresses and veiled insults.

You did it.

And then I noticed a lady in a lush skirt, whose bow was slightly crooked.

You came close.

- Do you have lace?

She blinked:

- Excuse me?

- Well panties! With ruffles! I saw it. They’re so funny! Like a cupcake, honestly!

And - hop - the skirt flies. Woman screams. Someone drops a glass. Journalist turns camera.

And you - run away, drooling in your own laughter, like a goose on rollers.

- Yes! - you scream, just seeing him.

He has already squinted. He sees you rushing through the whole hall, behind you - a guard, behind him - a woman with a hat and the expression «call court».

You run into the Sae and hide behind him.

- Can you tell me it was me? Well, I guess.

- You were literally shouting, I’m a hero, I’ll see all the panties» before that - weary, he burkes, catching you by the hood like a coddling cat.

You’re putting candy in your mouth.

- But they were beautiful. I just wanted to praise them. That’s kindness, Sae.

- You’re a nightmare in patent shoes. We just got here, and it’s time to run.

— Can I get one more lady? She’s got a marshmallow skirt! - talking to the girl next to him, starting to squiggle to try to look under his skirt, but he is lifted up behind his jacket on time

- No. I’m going to put it on your head.

- You’d be a beautiful girl, Saé. I’d lift your skirt too, honestly.

He stares at the ceiling as if to ask for power from heaven. Or a new brain. Himself. Or you.

-Why am I with you?

- Because you love me, - you’re snorting, looking over his shoulder. - And because you can’t turn me in!

- You’re terrible.

But still takes you by the hand and pulls you away from the light, the cameras and the women in skirts.

- The next event is only if you’re wearing a straitjacket, okay?

You were wondering.

- And the bow is with the lace?.

Ryusei Shido

- Bro, brooo, there’s a frog path! - your voice is on the other side of the bush and Shido already suspects something’s wrong.

He takes his head off the phone where he tries to make a funny selfie with a pitcher, and comes out from behind the trees - only to find you kneeling in the green mud with your hands outstretched forward and your eyes shining with happiness.

- Really? Did you fall into the radiation?

- No! It’s a secret place. I called it the Kwa-kva-park. Look at all the frogs!

- It’s a swamp. And they may be guarding you as the new king, he snorts as he approaches. Get to shore before the toads grow wings.

You want to, you’re spitting on the surface and suddenly you’re lifting something.

- It’s an ancient sword of the swamp knights! you scream, showing Shido just a stick.

He laughs, comes up close and says:

- Give me this, I’ll show you the «double rotating hummingbird cam». Watch carefully, little one, it will be-

Plum.

You grab his wrist and pull him down.

- SURPRISE!!! - you yell.

Shido has only time to curse, before falling close by, the splashes are flying in the sides, the birds break from the trees, and the silence of the forest is broken by a deafening slap.

You both come out. Shido has algae on his head, and you have a snail on your shoulder that you now call an alter.

- I’ll KILL YOU,' says Shido with a hoarse laugh, wiping out his eyes. 'I look like a salad!

You’re snorting in the swamp, completely satisfied.

- We’re a team of swamp rage now. We’ll save the world with frogs and clay. We’ll even have a logo!

Shido looks at you, then at himself, then at you again. The smile is getting wider.

- Damn, you’re contagious. Let’s go again. But this time I’m the first one.

You jump into the swamp together, screaming and laughing while the world sinks in mud and happiness.

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manager / publicist!reader and Micheal but he has the emotional intelligence of a middle schooler and fully believes picking (he’s a lil silly) on reader is peak romance !!

«The Worst Romantic»

— Without gender!Manager!Reader x Michael Kaiser

Genre: comedy, light romance, everyday life.

Warnings: An emotionally immature Kaiser who expresses sympathy through jokes and provocation; Allusions to romantic feelings; Many internal monologues, reflections and the manager’s real work atmosphere.

Note: Readers have such cool ideas. I sometimes admire them. Thanks for the request!! performed with all love. ♡

I apologize in advance if some requests will not be written before the end of the week. I have very busy days, no time for myself, literally, lol. but you can keep writing requests, but understand, I can write them not immediately!

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Working with Michael Kaiser was like training a wild animal, only instead of claws he used his unbearable character, and instead of roaring - unsolicited comments. And for some reason I was chosen to be his manager and publicist. «You have iron nerves», - said. «He will listen to you», - they assured.

What.

I stood in the corridor of the training complex, my shoulder against a cold concrete wall, leafing through the plan for the press conference. Under the ceiling of the laziest tinkling lamps, their light poured around with a gloomy gray light, as if inviting to slide into depression. But instead I just took a deep breath and focused on the work.

Kaiser was late. As always.

- Hey, great star, - went off the side too close.

I didn’t even have time to lift my eyes - like the folder with the papers suddenly came out of my hands. The sheets, like white birds, whirled in the air and fell on the dirty floor. There was a short laugh - so clean, so light, as if Michael had just said the most brilliant joke in the world.

- Are you serious? I asked quietly, containing my inner desire to strangle him right here.

- Relax, he said, leaning and slowly picking up one of the leaves. It’s... a tactic. To test your reaction.

He smiled. He was clearly proud of himself. His white hair was sprawled, as usual, and his eyes glittered with that bold gleam I had seen at first sight.

Child. In the body of a top athlete. And worst of all, he was absolutely sure: this is how "great romance" should look.

I gathered the papers in silence. There was a smell of cheap coffee and mint chewing gum in the air - something ridiculous but not serious against my irritability.

-You realize the press conference is in 20 minutes?

- Yeah, he said carelessly, turning his face to me. I’ll say something cool there. For example... that I have the coolest manager.

He winked. And so provocatively and theatrically, that in ordinary life for such a thing one would want to slam the door and leave.

Instead, I just stood upright, took a straight breath and looked him right in the eye.

- You will say exactly what we’ve been rehearsing - slowly and quietly. - Not a single word.

For a moment his face shook - a tiny, almost imperceptible fright, like a child caught in a prank. But then he grinned wide again, leaning a little closer.

- Cold as ice, he exhaled, almost admiring. That’s why I like you.

My heart trembled, from irritation or something else - I didn’t understand myself.

He was sincere. In his strange, childish head, I was constantly jerking, getting out of balance, little attacks - all that was the equivalent of attention, sympathy.

And damn it, it worked. No flowery statements or awkward compliments. Only useless jokes and sincere look of blue, arrogant eyes.

- Come on, Kaiser - I threw it dry, fingers in my pocket. - Not enough for you to be late and ruin my whole schedule.

He moved with him, but at the end of the day he had time to flick my elbow - short, unnoticeable to everyone. Just like that. As a mark: "I’m here".

And in this stupid gesture - more warmth than in other colors and serious words.

***

The room was stuffy despite the air conditioning. Rows of cameras, lenses pointed at the face, glitter flashes, busy assistants.

I was behind the scenes, holding in my hands a plan for the press conference - bruised, scratched, but still readable.

Michael Kaiser sat on the stage, crumbling in his chair as if it were his own private kingdom. In one hand a bottle of water, in the other - that same lazy, smug look with which he threw himself to the right and left.

I caught his gaze across the room. He saw me.

And smiled.

As if he was going to do something.

Something that makes me want to quit my job.

- So, said the moderator, looking around the room - we are happy to welcome Michael Kaiser, the attacker, the star of the season, who agreed to answer a few questions.

Standard protocol. Everything went according to plan.

The first questions were safe: about training, goals for the season, expectations of the team.

I breathed quietly, almost unnoticeably through my nose, clenching the edge of the folder with my fingers. Maybe that will be all right.

One of the journalists raised his hand:

- Michael, who would you highlight in your team? Is there someone who has a special influence on you?

- Well, he grinned, leaning on the back of the chair - of course, my main incentive is my manager.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, conspire to smile into the hall:

-So tough, so serious. I’d have already given up on everything and gone to the night.

The audience giggled.

And I... I was frozen in place, feeling the wave of an angry, invigorating heat.

It was a chance for him to be a serious professional. Say something like, "I respect my comrades". "We work together as a team".

We’ve rehearsed it. Dozens of times.

I saw him take a deep breath. It was like he was going to say something really important.

And instead:

- Sometimes, he continued, I think it exists just to keep me from being arrogant. To knock me off my feet. Like the best brake in the world.

One of the reporters dropped a voice: «He seems to be having a hard time with you!»

Michael nodded with the most innocent face:

- It’s like falling in love with a strict teacher. You’re scared at first. Then... you can’t let go.

My brain was slowly overloaded.

The lamps seemed too bright. The air was heavy. My heart was beating in my temple.

He. Just now. The whole room. Half a hint.

Confessed.

In front of dozens of cameras.

And he did it... with such a sincere expression of joy on his face, that it seemed pointless to swear.

I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering the remains of cold blood in my fist.

It wasn’t part of the plan. It wasn’t part of anything.

But in his world, it was a love letter.

His version of the bouquet of colors.

After the conference, I caught him in a corridor, in a corner, smelling of old plastic and cheap disinfectants.

I grabbed him by the gates of the forms, drawing him closer to myself.

- Are you out of your mind? - I said through my teeth. - You just put on a damn show in front of the whole press.

Michael smiled widely, his head bent to the side.

- Circus? - he said, his voice was quiet, almost tender. - That’s the romance. Don’t you get it?

He winked again. Brazenly, self-confident, as if he knew: despite all his antics, I would still stay.

And worst of all, he was right.

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Hello hello are you open for request? I like your writings sm especially the recent one since, hiori's included. So id like to request a oneshot for hiori. Scenario: So first it would take place in the early stage of relationship/dating and stuff, then at one time hiori saw his s/O have a let's say merch of a video game he likes, when hiori asked about it, his s/o starts yapping happily saying she likes the game and she's very into the story line and worldbuilding and and shes also a fan of many video games with some of them hiori likes too, saying that she plays games mainly on her phone (PvP, moba, be, fps, etc. ) also adding that since she can't afford having her own pc and stuff to play games(shawty is broke lol), she only plays on what's available on phone and of course free. Even though she doesn't play the game herself she watches playthroughs even if it takes many hours and staying up late. So, hiori finds it exciting(like points increased) to learn that they share the same interests , and he suggested that they could play together and try the games she wants or watch him play. Here's my idea, if you ever consider this, thanks in advance. ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

-craving for fics that include hiori fr fr.

«Our world on the screen»

— Without gender!Reader x Hiori Yo

Genres: romance, fluff, everyday life, first kiss, light sensuality.

Warning: the fanfic contains a soft novel, emotional intimacy, scenes with rain, running in the rain and warm physical contact.

Note: I love to write about the hiori, he’s my favorite boy! I hope you enjoy this drawing!

I want to thank you again for writing such a request! This helps me a lot to know which characters I can confidently include in the request on a permanent basis. because I don’t know who the readers are waiting for ((

mailbox open for queries!!!

You were sitting on the floor of your room, cross-legged, leaning into the phone screen.

The sun was already setting, shining a soft orange light, and you didn’t even notice how fast time flew by. Next to you lay an old pillow, a couple of open packs of snow chips and headphones, one of which had fallen out of your ear several times. You watched the game you loved - the one you once loved and dreamed of playing.

There was a quiet knock outside the door.

- Hi... can I? - said the familiar, warm voice of Hiori.

You immediately pulled out the headphones, smiling.

-Sure! Come on in!

He walked in, a little unsure of the threshold - as if he was afraid to disturb your world. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie, with a little bit of loose hair and an attentive look, which immediately fell on the small shelf at the wall. There was a figure from the same game - one of the iconic characters.

Hiori frowned with a slight surprise, came closer.

- That’s... do you know this game? he asked cautiously, as if he were afraid of being intrusive.

Your eyes are on fire.

– Oh, yes! I love it! - you rose sharply from the floor and close to the bottom, smiling wider than usual. - Plot, characters, world... everything is just crazy cool! I have seen so many walks that I know almost every location by heart!

Hiori blinked without concealing a slight surprise.

When you saw his reaction, you got even more excited, as if someone finally understood the passion that you were hiding in yourself.

– I really don’t have a computer... - you added slightly quieter, almost apologizing. - I play mostly on my phone. Everything you can: PvP, moba, battle-royals, shooters... anything that holds my poor phone.

You chuckled, showing off your battered machine with a cracked back cover.

- But I always keep track of my favorite games! I watch streaks, I spend the nights in a flying show... well, you know.

Hiori was silent for a few seconds. There was a new, strange gleam in his eyes - not cold, not neutral as usual. Something war...

- So... do you like games too? he finally asked a little softer, as if he was afraid the answer would be a dream.

You nodded so forcefully that your hair went up.

– Then... - He squeezed his hands in his pockets, as if he was gathering with spirit. - Do you want to... play together? Or I can show you something. Something you’ve wanted to try for a long time.

Your eyes widened, and a child’s stupid smile flashed across your face.

- Seriously? You really want to?

He nodded slightly, smiling softly, allowing himself for the first time a genuine smile - one you rarely saw

- I would like to. With you.

At which you shouted and began to grunt, squealing joyfully, that knocked Hiori off his feet.

After a couple of days you were sitting in his room.

His laptop was slowly loading the same game, and you, leaning against the screen, waited impatiently. Hyory watched you stealthily, with a slight embarrassment on his cheeks. He had never seen you like this - alive, bright,

You talked nonstop, talking about your favorite characters, about the moments that gave you the creeps and the moments that gave you the tears.

Hiori caught every word you said.

He was unaccustomed... so warm.

He felt that there was an invisible connection between you - not only through the screens and game stories, but through the real feelings.

When you first picked up the mouse, he carefully covered your palm with his, directing movements.

You’ve been a little bumpy, feeling how close he is.

- It’s all right, he whispered, his voice was soft as silk. I’m there.

You turned to meet his gaze. For a moment, time stood still.

And then you both laughed quietly.

Just, like a child. Clean. As if there was nothing more important than this moment.

Since then, the shared evenings have become your little tradition.

Sometimes you played what you loved. Sometimes he showed you his favorite games. And sometimes you just sat around watching long streaks, chuckling with quiet phrases and laughing at funny moments.

And every time Hiori looked at you, excited and happy, he felt like he was doing the right thing.

He chose you.

And I would like to make this choice again and again.

Over time, it became something more than just shared evenings.

Sometimes you went to the city together - without a plan, without clear routes. Just walking around discussing the latest game updates or arguing about which of the characters deserves more recognition.

Today was special.

Hyory first offered to go to a small video game store, which, according to him, «only those who really know the subject» knew about.

You gladly agreed, anticipating how you will rummage together in the shelves and find rare things.

The store was tiny, drowned in an alley among cafes and shops. Inside smelled of old paper, plastic and something... warm, almost homely.

You wandered for a long time between the shelves, picking up posters, discs, figurines. You found things that you once dreamed of seeing live, and Hiori quietly watched your reactions, each time more deeply penetrating some new, unexplored feeling.

In the end, you chose an inexpensive figurine - a character that you both liked. Hjori insisted on buying it at his own expense.

- Consider it... the beginning of our collection, he said, turning away slightly, as if embarrassed.

You only smiled warmly, unable to find the right words.

The evening has fallen quickly.

You walked through dark alleys, illuminated only by dim lanterns.

In the bag you had in your hands quietly ringing figure. In the air smelled of damp, and somewhere far away lazy rain splashed. It hasn’t started yet, but it was hanging in heavy drops above its heads.

- Today was great, said Hiori quietly, breaking her silence.

- Yes... - you said. The voice was softer than you expected. Almost unconsciously, your hand held the bag tighter. - Thank you for calling.

He nodded, and you continued to walk in silence. But between you there was a strange shiver, as if from an electrostatic discharge - something that was stronger than words.

Hiori suddenly slowed down, and then stopped altogether.

You stopped, too, turning to him.

The damp air enveloped the skin. The wind tingled the hair slightly.

Hoori stood in front of me without saying a word. In his eyes, the reflection of the lanterns was glistening - timid, almost unsure, but at the same time so frank that the breath caught me for a moment.

He came half a step closer.

You felt his warmth, heard his breath.

- May?.. he asked a little.

Your heart has missed its beat.

The answer was obvious.

You nodded.

Barely noticeable, almost hesitantly, Hiori approached. His hand gently touched your cheek - a slight, almost weightless touch. He leaned forward, slowly, as if giving you time to change your mind, to distance yourself... but you didn’t make a move.

His lips touched yours - at first awkward, timid.

A short, warm, moist kiss, smelling of rain and late evening.

He’s gone for a split second, and he looks at you again. And then, bolstered by courage, he came back with a deeper kiss - already a little more confident, a little more greedy, as if he understood that there was nothing to lose.

The rain has finally touched the earth with the first rare drops, mixing with the heat of your breath.

And in that sudden, almost unreal moment you realized:

Even if the whole world were to collapse, you have already built yours.

On a blinking screen. In quiet evenings. On soft touches.

Reciprocated.

The drops of rain became thicker, heavier on the skin and clothes.

You only got away from Hiori when the sky suddenly shook, and the first large drop rolled down his cheek.

- We should run, he exhaled, laughing a little.

You nodded.

He grabbed you by the hand - unexpectedly strong for someone who had always seemed so soft - and pulled.

You ran away.

The asphalt quickly became slippery, the air was heavy with moisture. Water poured into the hair, trickled down the cheeks, absorbed in the cloth of clothes.

But neither you nor he cared before.

You heard Hiori laugh. Real, carefree - not quiet, not hiding a smile, but loud, happy

His hand held yours, warm, alive, real

You turned into an alley, hiding under some kind of roof ledge. The rain was rattling on iron over your heads, creating a melody that could not be repeated

You leaned against the wall, breathing heavily from laughter and running. Hjori stopped close by, hair stuck to his forehead, eyelashes wet, shirt stuck to his shoulders.

He looked damn beautiful. Real.

Hoori reached out his hand, put the wet line behind your ear.

Touched my chin with my fingers, sliding them down my cheek, as if I didn’t believe you were really here, close to me in this rain.

- Thank you,' he whispered, leaning back again.

This time the kiss was slow. Warm, despite the wet clothes.

Your hands have wrapped themselves around him, drawing closer, obstinately, demanding.

He answered, clinging to the whole body, giving himself entirely to you - with all that quiet trepidation, slipping away tenderness and desperate courage.

There were drops falling nearby, crashing against the rocks.

There were people walking around laughing under the umbrellas.

The light of the apartment windows warmed behind me.

But your whole world was here now: in his hot fingers on your waist, in his trembling breath, in his kisses, in his quiet whisper that you could hear with difficulty through the rustle of rain:

- I want more nights with you.

You smiled through the kiss and clenched his palm tighter in yours.

- Then we have an eternity ahead of them.

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Hii I saw ur plead for requests so I thought of this

What about sensitive reader with the BLLK boys. She loves animals, has the biggest mushiest heart you’ll ever find, always feeling bad for people, buys plushies she thinks look “lonely”, cries to sad songs easily, and overall just a lover

«Warmer than the whole world»

— Without gender!Emotional!Reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Karasu Tabio, Chigiri Hyoma, Michael Kaiser Rin Itoshi, Alexis Ness, Shidou Ryusei, Sae Itoshi.

Warnings: Emotional sensitivity of the reader, Tears, scenes of sadness and vulnerability, Soft interaction and gentle treatment, Topics «tenderness among cruelty», emotional openness and acceptance

Note: Love such requests. thanks for the request, hope you like.

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Isagi Yoichi

▪ Isagi didn’t know how to react at first.

▪︎ He is a man of purpose, tension, struggle. And you? You stop in the middle of the street to feed the pigeons. You tell the teddy bear he’s safe because he has a house now.

▪︎ It was confusing at first. But one day, after a hard workout, he came home and found you lying on the floor, hugging a plush whale who, you said, «was too sad to leave him in the store».

Isagi sat next to me and just watched.

«You feel so deeply... I never knew what was possible. Maybe with you I don’t need to be perfect. Just being kind is enough».

▪ Now he checks himself if your toys are cold.

Meguro Bachira

▪︎ Bachira fell in love with you at once. Like in music. Like in the morning fog. You talk to animals as if they understand you. You call the puddles «small houses for reflections» and cry when you hear an acoustic version of the old song.

▪ You’re a miracle to him. He loves watching you hug stuffed animals, telling them they’re not alone.

▪ - You’re like a forest fairy who escaped to our world - he says, lying with you on the floor, surrounded by your «saved» toys. - You cure me just by existing.

▪ He is sure that your kindness is a superpower. Not noisy, but eternal.

Hiori Yo

▪ He watches you hanging tiny sweaters on your stuffed animals.

▪ Hears you sing a sad song, dries out the tears, and doesn’t interfere - just brings you a cup of tea.

▪ Hiori lives inside of you, and your sensitivity as if it animates something in him. With you the world becomes brighter. Warmer.

«I thought it was too quiet for someone. And then you appeared - and made my silence a home».

▪ He started to pick up the toys himself, to add to your collection. But he does it in silence, with small notes: «He looked lost».

Karasu Tobio

▪︎ You piss him off. Well, in theory. You cry under the advertising jingles, protect plush pandas from loneliness, pity criminals, because «they must have been bad too».

▪ Karasu rolls his eyes, ulcers, calls you a "soul blanket".

▪ But when you once held an old toy to yourself and whispered, I just don’t want anyone to feel unnecessary," - he stopped.

«Damn, you’re overstating me...»

▪ Now he wears in a backpack of plush cactus with hearts on his feet - "don’t ask, it’s not your business." But you know.

Chigiri Hyoma

▪ You hurt him. Not on purpose. Just by your kindness you remind him of the version of yourself that dreamed, felt, believed.

▪ You pet a stray dog without fear of getting dirty. You cry when you hear the stranger’s story on the bench. You can’t get past the pain.

▪ And Chigiri feels something moving in his chest.

- You’re like spring, he says one day, pressing your palms to his lips. I’ve been... too long in winter.

▪ He is afraid for you. But more than that, he’s afraid of losing your light.

Michael Kaiser

▪ He was disgusted by you. At first.

▪ He’s used to a world where kindness is weakness, and you... you bought a rabbit with an ear ripped out because "he seemed sad."

▪ But then the Kaiser started to notice how you’re hugging the toy, sitting in a corner, listening to music and quietly crying, not pretending to be strong.

He doesn’t understand you, but he does.

«Maybe there is a place in this world for someone who does not play at the show. Who just loves».

▪ Now he goes with you to the store and chooses animals himself. With a grin. But buys. And he says so that you are not difficult.

Rin Itoshi

▪︎ You upset him. He doesn’t know how to handle it. He’s practical, closed-minded, rational. And you? You’re holding a teddy bear in your hands and saying he needs love.

▪ First, Rin frowns and is isolated.

- Won’t you get tired of feeling everything?

▪ But then he walks into your room when you’re listening to the song and shivering with tears. He sits next to you. Silent.

«You are real. More than anyone».

▪ He doesn’t know how to hug words. That’s why he just sits next to you. Just so you know: you’re not alone.

Alexis Ness

▪ Ness immediately saw the pure gold in you. He is delighted to see you talking to the toys as if they were your team.

▪ It captures your reactions to the music, specifically includes tracks from which you stop.

- You must feel deeper than anyone else, he whispers. And yet you continue to shine.

▪ He ties your stuffed animal toys with ribbons. Makes them tiny plates.

▪ He wants to be a part of your warm world. With his whole soul.

Ryusei Shido

▪ He’s laughing. Of course he’s laughing.

- Are you seriously crying because this toy is «lonely»?

▪ But then you look at him with eyes full of sincerity. And he suddenly shuts down.

▪ Because I’m not used to that kind of look.

You’re not lying. You really feel it. Everything.

- You, I think, are the craziest man I’ve ever known, he says, lying on the couch. And I like that.

▪ Shido himself begins to bring you the «strange» toys. Supposedly from fun. But you catch, as he sometimes holds them at night.

Sae Itoshi

▪ He watches in silence as you take out a stuffed whale and wrap it in a scarf. As you whisper: "He is tired today."

Saee doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t ask. He just looks.

«In a world where everyone wants something from others, you just... love».

▪ He understands that your goodness is not weakness. It’s a rebellion against cruelty. It’s a faith that doesn’t ask for evidence.

▪ And Sae begins to bring you toys from other countries. - This one, I think, looked just like you at dawn.

▪ He is silent. But in his silence there is awe.

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So could you write about the trend ”im so hungry that i could eat my boyfriend “ with bllk boy please ?

«I’m so hungry, I’ll eat my boyfriend»

— Without gender!Reader x Hiori Yo, Isagi Yoichi, Yukimiya Kenyu, Karasu Tabio, Otoya Eita, Chigiri Hyoma, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Rin Itoshi, Shidou Ryusei, Sae Itoshi

Warning: frank flirtation scenes, intense tension, "hornies" atmosphere, dense descriptions of bodily closeness and explicit manifestations of desire between the reader and the characters.

Note: At first I even forgot what the trend was, but it was familiar to me, but I looked in tik tok and everything became self-evident. I’m cool and smart before the first Wi-Fi outage

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Hiori Yo

The gym was empty, only the deaf blows of the ball echoed in the concrete walls.

You lazed against the wall, clutching your hands on your chest, looking at Hyory burning, who was all wet from training.

As soon as he stopped, breathing heavily, you grinned and said in a half-toned voice:

- I’m so hungry, I could eat you right here.

The ball rolled back. Hoori froze, as if he had been electrocuted.

Slowly turned around.

The cheeks were covered with rumblings, the eyes - confusion and something strange shaking.

You pushed yourself away from the wall and went to it, lazy, wriggling your hips.

There is no innocence left in your eyes.

- You should be afraid, Hyory, you murmured low, coming almost close.

He sucked the air through his teeth, choking. His T-shirt clenched to his body, drawing a thin line in his waist.

- I... - Hyori exhaled, half a step back, - I...

You caught his wrist, gently but firmly enough to make him freeze.

- You’re too sweet for me to hold on, you whispered at his ear, burning skin with hot breath.

He shook his whole body, the fingers on your hand were nervous.

Hoori trembled, looking at you silently from below, with that defenseless devotion that made the blood gush in his temples.

He would have allowed it.

He would have wanted you to do it.

And you could see it in his trembling breath, in the minute movement that he made.

Isagi Yoichi

The field smelled of fresh grass and sweat, and Isaiah was breathing heavily, standing in the middle of a line, wet, shrivelled, with sharp facial features.

You licked your lips and, without concealing the slightest hint of desire in your voice, threw:

- I’m so hungry, I could eat you right here, Yoichi.

His eyes widened. He jerked, as if bruised.

-Ch-che?. - he breathed a sizzle.

You stepped towards it, slowly, with intent.

-You have no idea how appetizing you are after the workout, you whispered.

You saw a drop of sweat slipping down his neck.

I wanted to lick her.

Yoichi backed away, his heart was pounding somewhere in the back of his throat, but you caught him a few steps away by grabbing the T-shirt and jerking off.

- I’m really gonna eat you, you blew in his ear.

He swallowed Isaiah, his face covered in crimson.

- Um... maybe at first... something to eat?.. he muttered in confusion, without taking his eyes off your lips.

You chuckled when you snuggled up to him.

- I’ve already chosen the food, Yoichi - your fingers have been sliding lazily down his side. - It’s you.

Isaiah was shaking, he seemed to be on the edge - just a little more and he will fall into your hands.

He didn’t push back.

He did not escape.

He stood, allowing himself to be your dinner.

And it made you tremble.

yukimiya kenyu

Your body was heavy on the couch. Your stomach cheated treacherously, and you moaned without even opening an eye:

- Kenya... I’m so hungry (already), I could eat you.

Silence.

And then - his easy laugh, lazy as a breeze outside the window.

- Eat me? he said, peering off his phone. It’s a threat or an invitation

You stood up a little, watching him slowly crumble on the chair, one hand behind his head. He looked so calm and seductive that something inside was moving.

You glided your gaze over his collarbones, the smooth line of his neck, the slight clump in his eyes.

- More of a warning, you snorted, struggling to get on your feet and getting closer.

Kenyu grinned, and then slowly reached for you, wrapping his wrist. His fingers were warm, strong.

- Come on, - his voice is lower, hoarse. - Show me how hungry you are.

You hover over him, leaning your hands on the armrests of the chair, as if to drive him into a trap.

His eyes twinkled with excitement. He loved when you were brash.

Unable to stand, you bent down and gently bit his neck - gently enough for it to be more of a kiss, but still with a slight pressure.

Kenya moaned quietly, nodding his head. His free hand slipped into your hair, tightly squeezing the strands.

- Stronger, he whispered, like a tease.

You did not deny yourself - left another bite, a little more insistent right on his collarbone, then passed through the skin of the lips, leaving a moist trail.

His breath became heavy. He pulled you away from the chair, pulled you closer to the waist so that you almost fell on his knees.

- If you’re so hungry, he whispered straight to your lips, I can be your dinner. Just note - I’m sweet but poisonous.

He covered your lips with a long, warm kiss, smelling of mint and something else - dangerous, enticing.

And at that moment, you really felt like you were losing control - not from hunger, but from it.

Karasu Tobio

You were sitting on the ledge, rocking your foot in the air. The couch collapsed, half asleep, opening the zipper halfway up.

Silence. Lazy, domestic.

And suddenly you wanted to break it.

- I’m so hungry that I can eat you, - you threw it away carelessly.

Karasu slowly turned his head, looking at you with the collar.

The corner of his lips was immediately pulled up.

- Pff, he said briefly, sounds like a threat, you know?

He reached out, slow as a cat, with his back flagrantly bent, and stood up.

He came to you slowly, putting his hands on both sides of the window sill, forcing you to lean slightly against the glass.

Close. Too close. His breath touched your temple.

- So what is it? - asked Karas lazily, his head on the side.

- Will you bite? Or just say something loud?

You clenched your teeth, but not from fear - from the strange, animal excitement. Karasu shagged with mint and shampoo, his fingers sliding down the sill next to your hips, not touching but making it clear: he can. At any moment.

- You can start with the neck, he said grinning, putting a little bit on your side. I trust you.

You did not stand it: you grabbed him by the gate of the hudes, pulled him to yourself and bit his skin right on the border of his neck and shoulder.

Karasu breathed quietly through his teeth:

- That’s right, yeah... - his voice got lower, darker. - I thought it was a joke and you were serious.

His hand slid down your back, firmly pressed against you.

Now you’re both breathing hard.

Karasu stuck his nose in your hair, whispered in his ear something unsteady, trembling.

You didn’t just want to eat it.

You wanted to leave your mark on it. That’s it.

Otoya Eita

You leaned against the wall, watching Otyu in a tracksuit go through his phone, smiling at himself.

You clicked your fingers to attract his attention.

- I’m so hungry that I can eat you, you said, trying to sound careless.

Otoya slowly raised his eyes.

His eyes were at first a little puzzled, and then a sneaky flame.

- Oh? - He grinned back his head. - Well... I hope you know how to use a sharp knife, he said.

He came to you, with gentle, almost gliding steps. His fingers easily touched your waist - so weightless that you barely felt the touch, but every cell of your body strained.

- Do you want to try? -whispered Otaya, leaning closer to your ear.

His hand slid up your back, hardly touching, creating a ticklish, patient tension.

His hand slid up your back, hardly touching, creating a ticklish, patient tension.

You felt his warmth, his smile, his dangerous closeness.

You pulled him over the edge of his T-shirt, forcing him to take another step forward. Now your breasts almost touched each other.

Otaya grinned wider.

- Wow, you’re really hungry, his voice was shaking with pleasure. What an appetizing day today.

You caught him by the wrist, put your fingers on his skin, clinging to his nails.

Otoya looked at you from the bottom up, as if to see how far you would go.

He wasn’t afraid. He was provoking.

And that’s what was driving you crazy.

You weren’t just going to bite him.

You were going to eat it with bones, with that cheeky smile, with that laughing breath.

And he was happy to be your dinner.

Chigiri hyoma

You were sitting on the edge of the bed with your arms around you when Chigiri came into the room. His long, pink hair was still wet after the shower, a thin T-shirt stuck to his body. He looked like a painting.

- What happened? he asked, sitting next to him. His voice was soft like silk.

You groaned, holding him by the waist:

- I’m so hungry, I’m ready to eat you.

Chigiri was still for a moment, then smiled, gently running his fingers through your hair.

- Right? - He leaned closer, so the ends of his hair tickled your cheek. - Then start with something easy.

You looked up. He teased you. You slowly leaned your lips against his neck - first carefully, tasting his skin, then slightly more, leaving a slight mark.

Chigiri breathed in your ear:

- Be careful, because if you do, I’m not gonna let you go.

His hands slid down your back, drawing you closer. You felt the beat of his heart.

A slight smell of perfume and fresh after the shower was bad. You clung to it more strongly, feeling how it melts under your touch.

- Come on, his voice went down, almost hoarse. - Bite me again.

And you submitted, enjoying his body twitching from every bite of your lung. You wanted to be satisfied with him - his laughter, his breath, his warmth.

Reo Mikage

The kitchen was in complete chaos. Scattered food, open lockers - trying to cook dinner Reo turned into a disaster.

You entered the room, holding your stomach:

- Reo, I’m so hungry I can eat you!

He turned, holding a strange sandwich in his hands, and laughed:

- Hey, I’m rich, but not rich enough to put myself on the line for food!

You, without wasting time, jumped up to him and hugged him by the waist with your face against his neck. They smelled of shampoo, expensive cloth and a little sweet spirit.

- I mean it, you were staring, leaving kisses along his neck.

Reo froze with pleasure, turning his head back. His hand slid on your lower back, pulling closer.

- Then start, he said, laughing through the trembling breath.

You bit him slightly at the base of his neck, and Reo moaned quietly. His body pressed against yours as if he no longer wanted to keep his distance.

He covered your lips with a kiss - greedy, moist, sweet. The kiss of a man who knew: he himself had been eaten by you long ago - completely, without residue.

When you, breathing hard, separated from each other, he whispered, embracing you more firmly:

- Promise I’ll feed you. Just give me a minute to enjoy this.

Nagi Seichiro

When Nagi found you, you were already lying on the couch with your hands dramatically extended.

He came up, looking lazily down.

- What are you thinking? - He said in a sleepy voice.

- I’m so hungry that I can eat you, you moaned without even moving.

Nagi raised his eyebrow.

- Then I’ll have to chew for a long time, he snorted, leaning on the floor next to you and resting his shoulder on your side. I’m lazy and heavy. You can’t handle it.

You turned, your face against his hair. It smelled of apples and leek.

- Try it, you said, pulling him closer and slightly biting his ear.

Nagi stirred, grinned, but did not turn away. Instead, he covered your hand with his big palm and pulled it up so lazy that you were practically lying on it.

- You can chew, he yawned. - Don’t complain about overeating.

You laughed, and then slowly, deliberately pressed against his neck, kissing his skin and feeling his breath getting a little harder.

He let you do everything - lazy, as if it would be too much trouble to resist. But in this passivity there was his trapped power: if you wanted to, Nagi would squeeze you so that you wouldn’t get out.

But now he was letting you fill up with it, smell it, feel the warmth of his body.

- Hey, he rattled at the end, rubbing his nose on your cheek. - You’d better sleep with me. That way you’ll forget about hunger.

Michael kaiser

– Ich bin hungrig genug, um dich zu verschlingen, - you mumbled in German when the Kaiser walked into the room with a bag of food.

You didn’t even know where that sentence was coming from, but it sounded so natural...

The Kaiser stood still, his lips curled in a sneer.

- Seriously? he said, coming closer. I hope you start with the best bits.

- Seriously? he said, coming closer. I hope you start with the best bits.

You didn’t have time to answer. The Kaiser leaned over you, pressing you against the wall. His hands were strong, sure, and the smell of expensive perfume hit his nose.

- Or do you want me to taste you first? - His voice became dark, velvety.

Your heart was racing. His lips slid down to your ear, just as he was breathing.

- Kaiser, I’m really hungry,' you said, clinging to his shoulders.

He laughed, almost affectionately.

- I’ll feed you, he promised by sliding his fingers down your side. But first I want you to look at me just like that one more time.

Your fingers were clenching in his shirt. The Kaiser grinned, feeling his power.

All you wanted at that moment was to really eat it. To swallow it with your head. To become one with it.

And by the look of his eyes, he wanted the same thing.

Ness Alexis

You found Nessa in the corner of the training ground - he was sitting on the lawn, typing something on his phone, his head on the side.

You fell close to me, without concealing a sorrowful groan:

- I’m hungry... I’m so hungry, I’m ready to eat you.

Ness tossed his head. His big eyes opened, his lips touched by a light smile.

- Could I eat it? he said, confused, as if you had just confessed your love.

You reached out and put your finger on his cheek:

- Exactly. So sweet. So soft.

Nessa’s cheeks immediately flashed pink. He stuck his face in his hands, laughing quietly.

- H-It’s not fair to say... he mumbled.

You put your lips to his hand, which he still held in front of his face, kissing his fingers one by one.

Ness looked at you with trembling eyelashes, and you understood: he would have you do anything to himself. Any touch, any kiss.

- If you’re hungry... he muttered, slightly nodding his head, I’m all yours.

And there was not a single joke in his voice.

You covered his palm with your hand, pulled him closer, feeling his body tremble in your hands.

Stupid, tender, with trepidation - but that’s exactly what he was sweet. One who wanted to eat whole.

Rin Itoshi

You found Rina in the gym. He was beating the ball against the wall alone with such force that it seemed like he was trying to destroy it.

You stood in the doorway, leaning on a joint:

- I’m so hungry, I could eat you.

The ball bounced off the wall and rolled away, and Rin slowly turned to you. His gaze was cold, sharp, shrugged.

- Try it, he briefly abandoned.

You took a couple of lazy steps forward. Rin didn’t move, just clenched his jaw, watching your every move.

When you were close, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to his side, forcing you to press your breasts into his body.

-Come on, - his voice was hoarse. - What are you gonna do to me?

You raised your head, kneeling against his chin. His breath burned.

And, not holding back, he swallowed his lips in his neck, pinching the skin a little.

Rin breathed through his teeth, squeezing your wrist tighter.

- Without warning, yes.

But you saw in his eyes a strange gleam - as if he liked it. His hands slid on your back, rough, hard, pressing you to himself.

- You should have told me that you wanted to eat me, he whispered directly to his lips without letting go.

Your hearts clattered in unison - like two beasts finally finding each other.

And you knew: there will be no sacrifice in this game.

Shido Ryusei

You found Shido in his room. He was lying on the bed, looking like a star, in nothing but a sports suit.

You clenched your hands on the door, clutching your chest, and then, lazy, threw:

- I’m so hungry, I could eat you.

Shido, without a moment’s thought, grinned with rapacity... and instantly pulled his pants down to the middle of his hips, remaining alone in the black, tight-fitting boxers.

- Ha! Well, go ahead, if you want to! - he gave you a wink.

You’re frozen in the knowledge that it’s absolutely serious. Shido opens his hands, as if inviting you to lay your whole body on it.

- Why are you so cold? - His voice is getting lower, hotter. - Or can you just scratch your tongue?

You felt the sparkle running down your back.

Unable to stand, you approached the bed, pushed him on the shoulder so that he lay down, and literally climbed up, pressing his hands against the pillow.

Shido snorted, looking at you from the bottom up, with an expression of pure, impatient insolence.

You leaned towards him, kissing his neck first, then his collarbone, leaving wet teeth on the skin. He only mocked, allowed - until he embraced you by the waist, slightly bending towards your touch.

- It’s not enough for you to just eat, is it? - he wheezed. - You want to fuck me right here.

You didn’t answer. It was all in your eyes.

Shido jumped up, so now you’re under him. He looked at you with such rapacious fury and excitement that you thought he would really eat.

And you were all for.

Sae itoshi

You were sitting in the office, scrolling through your phone. Fatigue was pressing, work was piling up, and thoughts were all about him.

You dialed Sue’s number without warning.

On the second bell he answered:

- What? - Short, dry.

You grinned, not giving him a chance to give a business greeting:

- I’m so hungry, I could eat you.

There was silence at the other end. You even heard him breathe quietly.

Then:

- ... what the hell are you talking about? - His voice went down a little.

The lady sat on the edge of a leather sofa in the hotel room. He slowly raised his eyebrow, the second joined in a slight crease. Slight irritation, surprise, interest - everything was mixed in this movement.

He leaned back, putting one hand behind the back of the sofa.

— You work too hard if you’re already going crazy, he remarked coldly. But there was no ice indifference in his voice. A warm note was heard inside.

You grinned:

- I can come and prove it.

-Hmm. Darcy, - Saé put the phone down on his chest, lying there, contemplating at the ceiling.

He answered the phone again in a second.

- I’ll be free in twenty minutes. I’m waiting. If you come - better be prepared to keep your word - there’s a dangerous sloth in his voice.

You heard him turn off the call without letting you answer.

***

When you walked into his room, Sae was sitting there - still in a tight white shirt, untied by several buttons.

His gaze was heavy, lazy and at the same time appreciative.

- Come, he said calmly.

You obeyed. Saae reached out, took you by the chin and made you lean closer to him.

- If you promised to eat - his lips slid down your cheek, burning - start.

And he closed his eyes, putting himself entirely in your hands. But even in that gesture you felt: he controls every movement of yours.

[cwwv9]

guys, my mailbox is empty and crying bitter tears that there are no requests. so you can fix it by writing the query that you want. accept any, gladly do!

[cwwv9]

«0X1=LOVESICK»

You are their only reality in a broken world.

— without gender!reader x Rin Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Hiori Yo, Shidou Ryusei.

Warning: This collection contains scenes of emotional instability, depression, self-destruction, relationship addiction, compulsion, rude expressions, obsessive love and sensual intimacy.

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Rin Itoshi

Your fingers smell of coffee. Rin always notices these little things, even though he pretends not to notice anything. He’s sitting on the floor of your apartment, leaning against the wall with his feet out in front, watching you move around the room. As if you exist in a different rhythm - not in his, not in the world of football, pain and eternal race, but in something present.

He never says too much. But today is a special case.

His knuckles are covered with blood, the hand trembles, whether from anger or fear. You come and look without judging. You just gently hold his hand, give him a cotton ball with peroxide. He shakes, but not from pain. From touch. From how carefully you treat him, although he himself has done nothing but destroy all his life

- I’m in a fight again, he says simply. Without emotion. As if it’s normal. As if it should be.

You don’t answer anything, you just continue to treat the wound.

— I can’t stop, he whispers when you’re done. - Always angry. Always... hungry. Neither training nor winning - nothing fills this hole inside. All I see is the goal. And loneliness.

You get down next to him, lean against the wall. There’s not more than a couple of centimeters between you, but he feels you’re closer than anyone before.

- But when you’re around... his voice breaks. - Everything gets... more tolerant. You know?

He turns to you. His gaze is a dark ocean full of pain, restraint and fear. But there’s a crack in that gaze. The slit into which the light enters.

- I hate how you make me vulnerable. Like I’m not a machine, not a tool. Like I’m human.

You smile a little bit. And then you go forward, hugging him. He stops. His shoulders are strained like strings. But he doesn’t push back. He doesn’t hiss. He doesn’t hit. He clings to your back like a drowning man who first feels breathable.

- You’re the only person I’m afraid of losing control over. 'Cause it’s just with you that I feel like... I live.

Your hand is buried in his hair, and he seems to stop at that moment. Everything collapses around - goals, training, jealousy, injuries, brother. And you’re the only one standing in the middle of this storm and staying.

- I’m zero, he says. But with you... it’s like something is starting to make sense.

Michael Kaiser

The city behind the window pulsates with neon light. You stand by the window, holding a cup of tea in one hand, and the other holding a sheet on your shoulder. Your room is not the luxury to which he is accustomed. Everything here is... quiet. Real. And for some reason - scary.

The Kaiser is sitting on the edge of your bed, with his hair torn up, a cigarette between his fingers and his eyes lowered. He doesn’t play. He doesn’t act provocatively. He’s just silent. And that’s the most frightening thing.

— I know what you want to ask, he says after a long pause. Why I came to you. No call, no emoticons, no God-like nonsense.

You come closer. You sit in front of it, looking right at it.

— Because I’m tired of being the character, he says to himself. - I’m tired of being the one who is expected, admired, cursed, worshipped. I don’t know who I am when I’m not wearing a crown.

He puts out a cigarette, flicks his fingers as if to throw something sticky off him. And then he looks at you. Straight. Hard. No makeup

— And you... you’re the only one who doesn’t try to dust me like I’m a saint. You look like I’m just human. Even worse - as if you don’t care whether I am the Kaiser or not.

You laugh quietly.

— Maybe I really don’t care, you say. - Because I see how you keep silent when you feel bad. How you hate the emptiness after a victory. How afraid you are to be alone.

He kneels, clenching his fist.

He kneels, clenching his fist.

— I built my world myself. Stone by stone. I made myself a god. But no one said what it was like to be a god who doesn’t have a home. No one said what it’s like to have applause and be alone with yourself. And hate yourself.

You go up to him, sit next to him. You take his hand.

- You don’t have to be someone. You can just be.

He looks at your interlaced fingers. His eyes tremble like a fire in the draft.

- If love is an illusion... then you are mine. My illusion. My reality. My scene. The only one I’m not afraid to be myself.

You smile. And that’s the first time he doesn’t play. He doesn’t joke. He doesn’t pose. He just... lets himself fall - right on your shoulder.

- If this whole world is a lie, he whispers, please don’t destroy your truth. I want to stay in it. Forever.

Hiori Yo

You open the door of your apartment at midnight. He stands on the doorstep - with wet hair, shaky fingers and empty eyes. It’s as if something died inside him. You don’t ask anything. You just back off, letting him in.

Hyory goes deep, without a word. He leans on the edge of the sofa as if he were afraid to destroy even the air. It’s all fragile. Of restrained despair. Of learned obedience.

- I let the team down, he finally says. And me too. I thought again for too long. Again, I didn’t make it. I didn’t have time. I... slowed down.

You sit next to him, facing him. In his voice is a silence that makes you want to scream.

— Do you know what the worst thing is? - he looks at his palms. - I no longer understand why all this. Football, movement, struggle. I always choose to be inconspicuous, so as not to disturb anyone. And inside... everything breaks down. Constantly.

You hold his hand. Silence. He shakes as if touch were a knife.

— When I’m with you... I stop being afraid, - he doesn’t look at you. His voice is deaf. - Because you don’t make me be someone. You don’t push, you don’t demand. You’re just there.

He leans closer. His forehead touches your shoulder, and his palm touches your knee. His hands are weak but full of inner cry. It is as if he seeks salvation without daring to ask.

- I thought love was a weakness. That you can’t depend on someone. But when you leave, it’s like I’m gone. I’m lost.

You hold him close to you. His breath becomes choppy. He hugs you, hesitantly, like a man who has not hugged anyone for a long time.

- I’m afraid you’ll realize how empty I am. And you’ll leave, he whispers. But if you’re my illusion... please don’t disappear. Not now.

You are sitting in silence. The lamp is soft, rain chimes behind the window. And at that moment you realize: his whole world may be cracking, but he’s still holding on. For you.

You are his anchor. His last truth. His love, even if it is never called out.

Ryusei Shido

He appears in your life like a storm: bright, loud, dirty, with blood on his lips and a grin that gives you chills on the back. Shido comes into your house without warning, as always - with unbearable confidence that you will accept it.

You never wait for him. But you always leave the door unlocked.

— Do you know why I’m here? he asks, throwing his wet jacket on the floor. His voice is sharp as after a scream. - Because I hate all this shit. People. System. Me. But you... I can’t get you out of my head.

He comes up to you close, almost presses his forehead against your head, eyes twinkle in the middle of nowhere. In his breath is alcohol, aggression and something cracked inside. He does not ask - he demands. Everything. You.

- I can’t love, he growls. All I know is how to fuck, break, tear. But you...

You don’t look away. You’re not afraid. And it makes him even more angry.

— You get on my nerves. Too calm. Too straight. You make me want to stay - I’ve been running all my life. Always. From myself. From others. From pain.

He grabs you by the face, sharp, almost rough. But fingers tremble.

— I’m not a hero. I’m not normal. I explode in the middle of nowhere. I can hurt you, not because I want to, but because I don’t know how else. But if you say one word, I’ll stay.

You touch his chest, feeling his heart beat wildly. It doesn’t know the rhythm - as he does.

- Tell me I’m not hopeless, he whispers. - Tell me that I’m real in some way.

You kiss him. Not tenderly - furiously, as if you were trying to inject a particle of light into him, which he has not had for so long.

He moans in a kiss, almost like a wounded beast. And for the first time in a long time... he stops. He does not attack, he does not dominate, he does not break. He just holds you.

- If you leave, I will burn, he admits. - I will destroy everything, even myself. But if you stay... maybe I’ll learn to be not only fire, but also human.

[cwwv9]

What if instead of football they use cars and what if instead of boys they are girls

[cwwv9]

«According to the schedule of the heart»

— without gender!strict!reader x Isagi Yoichi, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Sae Itoshi

Warning: Contains images of emotionally mature relationships where one of the partners is a strict, collected person with business, limited time and principled nature. The text mentions topics of fatigue, difficulties in mutual understanding, emotional vulnerability and attempts to keep in touch under conditions of a tight schedule

Note: After a busy day it was hard to write or do anything, but I tried to write in the best way.

You can write requests to the mail, I will definitely review them and write them!

Isagi Yoichi

You come with a precision of one minute. Black coat, perfect fit, folder in hands and the same heavy look in which everything reads: «I have no time for you to doubt».

Yoichi gets up nervously, almost touching a cup of coffee. He arrived in half an hour, although they agreed on eight. During this time I had time to check the hair in reflection three times and read your last messages twice. You met a week ago - a short dinner, interrupted by your urgent call, after which you just dropped:

«Sorry. I’ll make it up to you next time».

He thought you were joking. But you really made up for it: you just nodded briefly, took off your coat, put the laptop in front of you - and turned it on without losing eye contact.

— I have forty minutes, you said confidently as if you were dictating the terms of the deal. – I want to hear how your match went. And if you don’t embarrass yourself, you might get a kiss.

Yoichi laughs awkwardly, slightly bending over to you. In your world he feels like a player of another sport, but to be with you - he is willing to learn again. You listen carefully, type something quickly on your phone, but every couple of minutes you look at it so closely that Yoichi forgets to breathe. For him you are like a chronoscope: precise, unemotional, but with such a pull that he wants to break your rules. Or learn to live by them.

Michael Kaiser

You don’t answer your phone during practice. And you don’t reschedule meetings twice. You have your own schedule, your own team, your own people - and the Kaiser, however confident he may be, clearly understands that you don’t belong to him.

— Are you tired again? – he grinned, but his voice was dry. He hates it when you queue him after meetings and business flights. – Amazing. Can anyone ignore Michael Kaiser? You know who I am?

You turn to him slowly, with that cold-bloodedness he fears and craves.

– I know, you answer briefly. – But I know who I am. And my schedule is more important than your ego.

Kaiser is boiling. He throws the ball into the wall, rips the gate, gnaws at the lip. But when you burst into his hotel room in the evening, smelling of negotiations, in a perfectly ironed shirt, and say: I am free. The night remains. Don’t waste it on pride», - he forgets everything.

You sit on the edge of the bed, pull out your documents, and he sits down next to you, biting his lip.

– You know, you look like you’re running the world.

– And you look like my break. No more than half an hour.

He tears this limit with you with greed, proving every second that you were wrong

Alexis Ness

You are like a book for him, which he reads over and over again, each time finding new facets. Alexis fell in love at first sight with your way of speaking - precise language, calm intonation, perfectly accurate pauses. He says that you sound like a conductor, and every time you’re cool enough to point out someone’s mistake in business negotiations.

He never resents your occupation. He just waits. Even if you call him from the conference room at one o'clock in the morning, you say: Five minutes. I just wanted to hear your voice." He smiles, curled up in his pillow and says, "I missed you. But I knew you’d come back."

Sometimes he comes quietly to you when you read the reports, and lays his head on your knees. You don’t let go of the papers, but your fingers gently stroke his hair. He stops as if in a temple. Because even your silent closeness is more love than any words.

You are his safety. His anchor. And he will never be in your way. He will just be there. And wait for you to exhale, and look at him again as if no one else in the world is needed.

Sae Itoshi

He knows the price of things. And when he first saw you - cold, collected, confident - he immediately knew: you don’t give in for nothing. You don’t open doors. You choose who is worthy to come in.

You come together slowly, through silence and gaze, through rare encounters and rare touches. He is accustomed to people circling around him. But you do not wrinkle. You just exist - like an unshakable axis.

You cancel because the meeting is too long. You don’t call back right away. You prioritize. You don’t talk. But one day, when you say,

– Sorry. I know that again...

He comes up, touches your face and says:

– No. Don’t apologize. I wouldn’t fall in love with you if you were different.

He admires your control, but more so your breakdown. Rare, silent. When you allow yourself to just be - not a leader, not a voice, not a force. But a person.

And then the Saee becomes quieter. Softer. He makes you tea, sits on the floor at your feet, and says:

– When you’re tired, let me not be a genius. Let me just be there.

You never ask. But tonight - you let me.

[cwwv9]

«Chop, and you’re in»

– fem!manager!reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Otoya Eita, Karasu Tabio, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro, Chigiri Hyoma, Kunigami Rensuke, Yukimiya Kenyu, Shidou Ryusei, Michael Kaiser.

Warning: Fanfick is humorous and contains the following elements: absurd thrash and comedy violence, humiliation of characters for humorous purposes, a fair share of fanservice.

Note: saw a similar idea of the girl on the page where she needed such fanfic. I evaluated this idea and decided to translate it into reality. Hope that girl sees him.

• • •

You are the manager of Blue Lock. A girl who always has a notebook, water bottle in her hand and in her eyes the threat of a nuclear strike. They call you «the younger hell» - not in the face, of course, they have a self-preservation instinct works... Well, almost everyone.

Today you just washed the floor, did not touch anyone. Honestly. But Meguro Bachira, eternal engine without brakes, runs into the hall and, nodding at you, yells:

- Kick the manager’s ass! Whoever gets it is the king of the day!

Silence. Then you go shopping. Then the fateful "I am in".

You look up.

There are too many.

Eyes are crazy. Whispering. Riot is brewing.

You’re wiping your hands. Turning around.

And at that moment, Isaiah, thinking he is a ninja, steps forward. DIDN’T.

You leap like lightning. He flips, but POP! - right on the perfect football ass.

– Yoichi, did you think I could be touched with that rating? You’re not a monster. You’re a cracker without taste.

He’s in shock. Standing, flushed to the roots.

Bachira is already rolling on the floor, enjoying.

– OH, THAT’S GENIUS! I LOVE YOU, MANAGER!

THE BEACH! - He comes to him, not even time to get up. He jumps.

– I love you too, circus clown.

Hoori quietly backs away. A quiet boy, an angel, thinks he is invisible.

You walk up to him, and he literally groans:

– I’m sorry, I didn’t participate...

– But I didn’t. – you whisper.

CLOP! His thin waistline gives in to your hand. He moans... not as much as he would like.

Otoya hides behind Karasu. Karasu pretends to be tough.

– I’m like an observer.

– You’re, like, next.

DOUBLE HIT. One on Karasu, the other on Otoya, who tried to escape but didn’t calculate your stroke speed.

Both lie. Both moaned. Ashamed? Yes. Nice? Perhaps.

Reo has already taken off his earring, as if he was ready for a duel. Standing in the battle stand.

– I’m rich, I have immunity.

You lean closer, whispering:

– Money’s not gonna save your ass, honey.

BAM. He almost grunted.

Nagi doesn’t even resist. He raises his hands.

– Just do it and let me sleep.

You grant his request. He doesn’t even flinch.

– Thank you, that wasn’t so bad.

Chigiri. God Chigiri. Runs like the wind. Flies like an arrow. But you’re a hurricane. He’s turning around - and you’re there. Grab a T-shirt. He squeals like a kitten.

POP!

– Speed is not always the answer, handsome.

Yukimia is just standing there like it’s on the cover of a fashion magazine.

– I wouldn’t be in this game. I’m taller.

You turn around in silence, go to him slowly.

– You were there. You saw. You’re an accomplice.

He retreats, having lost his dignity for the first time.

DANCES. He’s so stunned, he forgot to fix his glasses.

Kunigami comes out like a knight. Serious. Ready to save everyone.

– Enough! It’s over the line...

You shove a bucket of water into his stomach. He drops, coughs, and...

DOUBLE PUNCH. Right + left. Like hammers.

– Good job, hero. Sit down. Two.

Shido is already shirtless. He was waiting for you. He smiled.

– My turn? Come on, beat. Just stronger.

You’re grinning.

Running around. AND SO HARD THAT HE FALLS ON HIS KNEES.

– Oh, you’re unbearable, but you know how to enjoy yourself.

And finally...Kaiser. With a smirk. With a shine in his eyes.

– Baby, you don’t dominate me - you enjoy me.

You grab him by the belt, turn it around and:

MUFFLER.

Somewhere in Germany, a pappus died.

– The Emperor is without a throne. Welcome to reality, Michael.

He falls. He’s shocked. He’s... excited?

And here is the silence. Everyone lies, sits, groans, or looks at you with respect and light lust.

Rin comes to you, hands in your pockets.

– I’m the only one alive.

You’re nodding.

He leans closer:

– Don’t hit. Tell me what you need to do to earn your grace.

You look at him.

Smiling.

— Be quiet. And bring me some tea.

He leaves. No arguments.

The corridors are buzzing from the echo of the slaps.

Final: you walk through the hall like a general. Behind - defeated. Ahead - order.

Meguro: "Hey... and tomorrow we can play the same thing.. Only now I’m the first victim."

Shido: "Line, asshole. I was closer."

[cwwv9]

hihii can i ask for a req?? Childhood friends trope with kaiser but the reader also shares the same faith as him so in their first meeting and from now on they are always covered in bandages??

«Bandages»

— without gender!reader x michael kaiser

Warning: The text contains topics of psychological trauma, bodily pain, non-standard perception of pain and healing, dependence on pain and symbolism, as well as emotional obsession. There is an aestheticization of scars and bandages as a symbol of faith and connection.

Note: what a good idea, thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy your reading.

You first saw him at the hospital.

The room smelled of drugs, and the bandages on your hands were still wet with blood. You were sitting on the bed and looking out of the window when you heard the door open. He entered without a knock - a boy of your age, with streaked light hair and a bandaged neck. On bandages - brown spots. On the face - unbearable calm.

You looked at each other for a long time. Not a single word.

The silence was so thick that it seemed like you were both breathing in the same air.

– Are you in pain? – he asked at last. His voice was deaf, like burning smoke.

You shook your head. The pain was there, but it didn’t matter.

He sat down opposite, crossed his legs.

– Me too. But they say it’s beautiful. That we’re now "cleansed". – He chuckled. – You think you can believe that?

You didn’t know how to answer. But you already did. And in bandages. And in fire. And that everything that tears you apart makes you stronger.

– If we’re alive, then yes. –you whispered.

He extended his hand.

– Michael.

You took it.

– [your name].

After that, you were always there for me.

You were bandaging each other’s wounds in silence. Sometimes the bandages lay cross, sometimes - circles. You learned to read his mood by how tight he pulls them. He knew where you hurt without even looking.

You have never explained to others why you want it.

Some doctors said it was "psychological addiction". But nobody knew that bandages are more than protection. It’s faith. It’s language. It’s a vow.

Years later, you saw him at the stadium.

He went out into the field under the roar of the crowd, like a deity in white. Bandages were still with him - wrists tucked, neck, sometimes ankle. Not like others. Others had it from injury. He had it as a symbol.

He was different. King. Pain artist.

You were standing at the edge of the field, in a black dress and with a folder in your hand - now you’re a sports therapist, ironically. And when your eyes met, he stopped. I recognized you right away.

After the match, he did not go to the locker room. He just came over. The sweat on his face was dripping onto the bandages.

– You still tie them like before? he asked quietly.

You nodded.

– And you’re still doing it on purpose?

He chuckled.

– It’s not trauma. It’s art.

Later in the locker room you stood in front of him and held white cloth

He took off the top of his T-shirt, opening the shoulder with a fresh cut. No sound. No request. Just a look. You came closer, put on the bandage - slowly, tightly. His skin was hot, alive, throbbing. Every turn - like a touch to the past

– I missed it. – he whispered. – No one does like you

You were silent. But in your chest - everything.

He has covered your hand with his.

– Remember what we said back then?

You nodded.

– That pain is the way.

He shook his head.

– No. That we’re alive. And that’s enough to believe.

He leaned closer.

His lips touched your cheeks, then the cheekbones. Careful. It’s as if you were bandaged too. His bandage.

You didn’t turn away.

None of you know where this is going. But you know that all you ever wanted was to be with him, bandaged and silent, while the rest of the world talked about victories and glory.

You are silent. But this is enough for you.

[cwwv9]

«When you’re drunk and in love»

— without gender!drunk!reader x rin itoshi, Isagi yoichi, michael kaiser, alexis ness, sae itoshi.

warning: The collection contains scenes of alcohol consumption, drunken confessions of love, emotional vulnerability, light sexual intimacy, corporeality and moments of possible misunderstanding/awkwardness between the characters. All heroes are adults. The atmosphere varies from romantic to dark and tense

open requests for everyone!

Rin Itoshi

You walk on your feet. The pulse in the temple beats, the stomach is funny tickling from alcohol, and you, smiling, standing in the middle of the street - all vague, slightly unhinged, disoriented, but happy.

On the other side is Rin.

Brown, in the dark wind, with clenched fists in the pockets. He looks at you as a problem that needs to be fixed before anyone notices it.

– You’re an idiot, – he throws at you. – Why didn’t you answer the messages?

– Because you’re boring.

You laugh and, without keeping your balance, hang on his hand.

He catches you. He sighs. He holds you like a hug. You like it. And you don’t care if he rolls his eyes again.

– Are you okay? – He’s still frowning, but his voice is... softer than usual. Careful.

You reach up to see his face. It’s so close. These are the eyelashes. These are the lips. Your fingers find his cheek, they touch him. He is not isolated, but still, as if afraid to move.

– You know... you mumble, slowly, as if you speak from the depths of your stomach. – You’re very beautiful.

He blinks. His face is stony, but you see - the ears are red.

– You’re drunk, he says quietly. And you’re talking nonsense.

— No... – you’re clinging to his shoulders with your forehead against his chest. – I’m drunk, but honest... I just can’t tell you that when I’m sober. Because you’re... so... always with a sour face and in general... I love you, Rin.

– ...

– I love it. Very much. And long ago. And that’s annoying. Because you don’t notice anything. Or pretend to.

Silence. Second. Eternity. The whole street seems to disappear. Only your breath, his fingers on your waist and your cheek on his chest.

– You won’t even remember tomorrow,' he whispers, almost with despair.

– Remember.

– Definitely not.

– Then I’ll say it again. When I’m sober. If you’re brave enough.

You’re giggling. He’s squeezing you a little tighter.

You’re giggling. He’s squeezing you a little tighter.

– Let’s go home, said Rin in a deaf ear. Before I go crazy.

He leads you to him, silently. Your hand in it. He does not let go for a moment. At home - quiet. He helps you take off your shoes, brings you water, throws you a blanket and sits next to you on the floor. He doesn’t leave. He doesn’t say a word.

You fall asleep.

And he sits with his head down, thinking only of one thing:

You said that you loved him.

And it kills.

Isagi Yoichi

He notices you as soon as he enters the bar.

You sit in a high chair at the bar, rocking to the beat of loud music and looking into the glass too happily as if it were the meaning of life. The cheeks are bland, the eyes wandering. And on the face - a dangerous mixture of pleasure and fatigue.

Isaiah comes closer, alert.

– Hey, it’s touching your shoulder. – Are you okay?

You turn to him abruptly and you float away in the sweetest, most drunkest smile.

– Yoooichia... you’re here.

And you fall on his chest.

He catches you. People are laughing around, someone is throwing "Good luck" and he’s blushing to the ears.

– How much did you drink? - He helps you stand. – You’re wobbling. You can’t even stand...

– But I’m standing next to you - you mumble, clinging to his hoodie. — Yoichi, your hands are so strong...

He’s suffocating.

– It’s time for you to go home.

– And you’ll walk me.

– Of course.

– Are you sure you’re okay?

You turn to him, too close. Your fingers are on his chin and his voice is lower.

— Yoichi... and you know... I love you.

– What?.. he almost dropped a glass.

– Love it. A lot. I’m just sober afraid to talk. You’re so good... you think all the time, try, and I just get in the way.

– No... you’re not interfering... – He’s going down. His lips are trembling. His heart is roaring.

– Just know. And if you don’t want to, forget it.

You yawn and curl up on the couch. Isaiah is watching you fall asleep, breathing, clinging to the hem of his shirt as if you were afraid of losing.

He sits down on the floor, tilts over the couch and looks at the ceiling for a long time.

"You said that you loved me..."

Michael Kaiser

The evening started out in style. A loft with panoramic windows, a party under private DJs, wine dripping like water and golden lamps scattering light on the smooth walls. Everything - just like the Kaiser likes. Looks, prestige, attention.

But it all becomes a background as soon as he sees you.

You’re sitting on the window sill, the front of your shirt unfolded, fingers around the edge of the glass. Cheeks are smothered by alcohol, eyes are a little out of focus. Drunk, beautiful as a picture.

He comes to you lazy as if it doesn’t matter. But the heart is already beating faster.

– How was the evening? he asks, leaning against the glass next to him.

You lift your eyes, smile.

– It’d be better if you weren’t sitting so far away.

– Miss me too much, hm?

You reach up close, awkwardly clinging to the lapel of his jacket.

– Do you know why I came? – whispers. – Because you said you would.

He laughs - quietly, surprised.

— You’re really drunk.

– I’m... in love, Kaiser.

You say it with your forehead against his chest.

— I love the way you laugh. The way you look when you win. The way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. I need you like oxygen. But I’m sober - and I don’t talk. Because I’m afraid you’ll crush it.

The Kaiser stops. The silence covers you like water. Then it slams your face, lifts you up.

– Say it again. Just for me. Without all these people, cameras, games.

– I love you.

– Hard?

– Crazy.

He kisses you on the forehead - do not hurry. Takes his hand and leads away from the loft. Down the hall. Into the elevator. At night.

– Then you have no right to disappear.

– And you don’t have the right to let go.

– Not going to, he says, and suddenly there’s not a drop of mockery in the voice.

Alexis Ness

Night. Empty training hall in the club. Behind the windows is rain, even, elastic. Light only from the lamp at the door. And you are sitting on the floor in the corner, leaning against the wall. In a sports uniform, wet, tired, and as it turns out - drunk.

Alexis finds you by himself. In a panic.

– God, you disappeared after the party ... I thought something happened to you.

You look up. Slow, heavy.

– It’s okay. I just wanted... quiet.

– Alone? Here? Drunk? – He comes down close, almost whispering. – That’s not like you.

– It’s because I hate how I feel around you.

He’s wobbling back.

– What?..

— You are so bright. Sincere. Easy. Next to you I want to be different, but I can not. I pretend. And tired. And still do not distance. Because I love you.

He is silent for a long time. He looks at you as if you are something fragile, sensitive. Then he whispers:

– Why are you making me feel that way? Why you?

– Because you love me, too. But you won’t admit it.

You reach up and squeeze on his cheek.

– I wanted to say it before, but was sober, and I lacked the courage.

He clenches. Tears almost. Then just... hugs. Tight, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

– I’m scared too, she whispers. But you’re here now. And I won’t let go of you. Never.

Sae Itoshi

Hotel in Tokyo, top floor, glass walls. Below the roads are lit up and skyscrapers flicker. Inside - minimalism: bar, low sofa, vintage player. The music is old, jazz.

You are standing at the bar, with your back to him. Hands tremble like breath. In a glass - dear cognac. You pour for the third time.

The sauna opens the door without knocking. Immediately notices your posture - hunched, tired. He comes slowly, silent, like a predator, not spooking the prey.

– Why did you drink alone? – His voice is quiet, even, like a reproach.

You smile without turning around.

– Because you make me lose control. I’m afraid of you.

He comes closer, almost close.

– Afraid of me or what you’re feeling?

— Something... between. – You drink and look at your reflection in the window. – I love you, Saé. I’m disgusted by this addiction. You’re icy. Silent. Detached. I’m... still a bit long.

He doesn’t move. He just watches. Then he slowly touches your hand.

– Are you drinking to block it out?

– I drink to have an excuse. If I break down. If I ask you to stay.

You turn around. He’s close. His smell is spicy, dear, painfully familiar. You stretch, touch his shirt, his collarbone, and he stands still - like a stone, only his eyes are softer.

– Say something, Saé.

– You’re hiding from yourself again. – He’s holding his fingers over your cheek without taking a look away. – Don’t. I don’t sleep at night either. Do you think it’s easy?

– Then why are you silent?

He bends. His lips are frozen at your ear.

– Because I’m afraid that if I confess one day... you’ll disappear. I can’t lose you. I won’t survive.

[cwwv9]

Hii I think the request you where talking about was mine. It was about the kid too. I was wondering how the kid would interact with the world five with the kid having jumping competitions with Dada. Also with the Blue Lock members with siblings full on trying to bribe the kid ( like they would their younger siblings)but failing. Though to add to this I feel like Kaiser would be the worst at little kids. At least Alexis would try to play a make believe game, Kaiser just doesn't know how to approach the Kid at all.

«Dragon, champion and lollipop: one day at Blue Lock»

— Dada Silva, Hiori Yo, Rin Itoshi, Reo Mikage, Yoichi Isagi, Alexis Ness, Michael Kaiser.

Warning: mild humor, cuteness, interaction with the child, sudden helplessness of the Kaiser.

Note: sorry, I have so delayed the request! hope you like it!

We got warm and the only thing I have in my head is to hang out until late. but in any case you can write requests, I’m always happy (I just have no ideas)

I expect any requests (don't be shy)

– Dada! Look! – the ringing voice echoed in the corridor of the training camp.

The small but absolutely tireless child - in a spacious T-shirt that almost crawled on the floor - made an impressive jump from the stool directly to the soft mat. The flight was short, but the landing was so epic that even Hiori turned around.

– Fourth time in a row, champion! – Dada nodded with a serious look, as if he had just judged an Olympic athlete.

– But if you want to beat me, get ready. I’m coming!

The next five minutes were spent in a jumping competition, where the adult footballer and the toddler each jumped off the stool, each time making an increasingly dramatic landing

In the background, a small group of people - Rin, Ro, Isagi, Alexis and... Kaiser. The latter looked like he had just been made to hold a child in his arms, and he has no idea how to approach this task

– I can buy you a lollipop! Or two! – Re has already dropped on one knee, giving the baby something shiny in his hand

– If you tell me I can jump better than Dad!

The child looked at him seriously, squeezed his lips, then pulled out a lollipop and... put it on Dada.

– He’s the champion!

Isaiah laughed, Rin only chuckled, and Hyori of course offered the baby water and fixed the bandage on his head as a caring nanny.

But the Kaiser...

He stood against the wall, as if waiting for all this «child threat» to pass.

– You at least try, said Alexis, he won’t do anything to you. It’s not a bomb. It’s a child.

To everyone’s surprise, the Kaiser looked around, took a deep breath... and lay down. On the floor. With a look on his face, complete defeat.

And the child sat on his chest and began to examine the "sick dragon".

– You are saved. But you will obey!

Alexis scowled, and leaned over to Reo:

– I would pay any money to photograph it.

– Late, – Re'o has already finished his work.

Dada, seeing this, just hugged the child from behind and whispered:

– You defeated the dragon. Now you are champion of champions.

And while the adults were arguing about who was better at jumping, treating or bribing, the child curled up on Dad’s shoulder and whispered:

– I don’t care. I just have fun with you.

[cwwv9]

haiiii can i request the bllk boys (specifically nagi and sae) with a s/o who has like a lot of attitude and is really sassy thankuuuu

«He fell in love with an angel»

— without gender!cheeky!reader x sae itoshi, nagi seishiro, rin itoshi, michael kaiser.

Note: thank you very much for the request, hope you like it!

You can write a request..!

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Sae Itoshi

You burst into the locker room like a hurricane: loud, sharp, as always. Saae sits on a bench, wiping her hair with a towel. He doesn’t even turn - he knows it by the sound of his steps and the energy that picks up dust from the floor.

– Sae, are you deliberately ignoring my messages, or are you just being such a cocky asshole?

He turns slowly, turning his head to the side like a predator, looking at the noisy prey lazily.

– I was at training. Not everything in this world revolves around you.

You sniff with your hands crossed on your chest:

– Of course not. But you’ve clearly forgotten who you’re dating. I’m not the kind of person that can be ignored.

He gets up, comes closer. His body is steel, his eyes are ice. But with you he always burns a little.

– Don’t forget, he says calmly. I just wanted to see how fast you’d explode. Predictably.

You’re slowly coming close to him, like a challenge.

– Be careful, Itoshi. I’m unpredictable. I’m a storm. Your storm. But I can become someone else’s.

He’s squeezing your chin with his fingers, a little bit, but with intent.

– You won’t, he says quietly. – No one else can stand your insolence. I... I deserve it.

You bite your lip for a second, but you don’t budge:

– Earned? Prove it.

Saé chuckles, lowering his hand, but his gaze remains piercing.

– Okay. But only if you stop bursting into the locker room like a sneaker storm.

– Never, you grin. – Get used to it.

And he’s fucking getting used to it.

Nagi Seichiro

You sit on a bench against the wall of the gym, criss-crossing your legs and rolling a tape on your phone. You’re wearing short sports shorts and a tight T-shirt, a little bit of an ass at the bottom - you know what you look like, and you use it. Nagi, of course, pretends not to care, but it’s not the first time you’ve noticed his distracted gaze.

– Are you going to come over and talk? Or are you going to keep staring around the corner like a schoolboy in love? – Throw it without taking your eyes off the screen.

Nagi slowly approaches, scratching the back of the head.

– Hey, I wasn’t staring...– just watching –You have a kind of bright aura today, he says.

You raise your eyebrow and click with your fingers, pointing to the next free space.

– Sit down. Maybe I can teach you how not to look like you forgot how to breathe when you see me.

He sits down with his feet stretched forward.

– I’m actually breathing well, he says. You’re just acting like the boss of the whole building.

– Because I am the boss, you smile profusely. You’re just a guest in my kingdom, Nagi.

He’s grinning, giving you a slightly mocking look.

– You’re too loud. I’m tired of you.

You lean closer, almost touching his lips.

— And you’re too quiet. I’m not complaining... yet.

He sighs, tired of the world, but in his eyes there is a genuine interest. He puts his hand on your thigh, very softly, almost weightless.

– It’s not easy with you, he mumbles.

You push his hand away and get up, boldly straightening his hair.

– Don’t touch it if you can’t handle it.

Nagi looks at you from the bottom up. His lips are lazy, but he has a real smile.

– I can handle it. Just... let me load.

– You’re too long in the back. Push, genius - you drop it and walk away with a look over your shoulder. If you catch up on the field, learn to catch up outside of it.

And yes, he will get up. Slowly. With the usual laziness. But he will surely follow you.

RIN ITOSHI

You go out on the field a little later than everyone else, with headphones, in a jacket that is not allowed to be worn during training. But you don’t care. The look on the coach’s face - too. To how Rin stops when he sees you - especially.

You throw the ball right in front of him. With a call.

— Come on. One on one.

He looks at you in silence. Then:

– I’m here to practice. Don’t waste my time on your shows.

You sniff, come closer, without fear. You’re too close, and he feels it.

– Funny. 'Cause your eyes are on me all the time. If you want to, you can reject it, but the body won’t lie, Itoshi.

He clenches his fist. Cold, seemingly calm. And inside everything is shaking.

– You’re acting like the center of the universe. It’s annoying.

You laugh, lowering your head:

– Because I am the center. You’re just not used to people who aren’t afraid of your silent circus.

– I don’t need people like you.

— Then why are you shaking, Rin?

He grabs you by the wrist. His fingers are strong, but he’s still restrained.

– Because you’re... he’s not talking.

You come close. There is not a drop of fear in the voice:

– I’m your trigger point, Itoshi. I make you feel, and you don’t even know whether to hate it or beg for more.

He hesitates. He breathes heavily. Then he lets go of his hand - sharply, as if burned.

You leave first , leaving him standing, lost in his own rage and obsession.

He won’t say it out loud. But you are the only one who touched his heart.

MICHAEL KAISER

The lounge smells of coffee and skin. You sit on the table, one leg hanging off, arms crossed. Kaiser - in his snow-white suit, with this manner of doing everything for show. And with this habit of looking at you as a problem and reward at the same time.

– You come back here like we’re friends.

He chuckles and sits next to him. Close. Dangerously close.

– No. I just like watching you torture yourself, trying to stay above me.

You turn, brazenly, like a shot:

– Because I’m taller, Kaiser. You just don’t want to admit that I don’t give in to your tricks.

He leans over, slowly, as if tasting:

– You want to control me? What’s next? Licking the soles?

– Only if you cut out your tongue first. I’m not playing submissive.

– You don’t play. You dictate. And I want you more than that.

You don’t waver. You only look into the eyes. Forehead to forehead. No one looks away.

– I’m not a toy, Michael. And I’m not a prize. I’m not being won.

He catches your chin, gently but with pressure:

– I’m not looking for prizes. I’m looking for the ones that are on fire. And you burned my brain at first sight.

You grab his wrist, holding your hand:

– Watch out, don’t burn yourself up, golden boy.

He laughs - short, hoarse.

- What if I do?

And you understand - he’s in the game. But he doesn’t play. You’re the only thing that doesn’t fit into his scheme. And it drives him crazy.

[cwwv9]

I read and your second part for the acrobatic speedster kid and the bit with Ego making a training makes me cackle. Ego is there going "kid I'll pay you to help with training, you get to have free sweets, action figures, and toys" the stranger in the van type behaviour. Julian is at his wits end. Not only is Charles like a little kid himself, he also has Rin and Shidou to deal with. The way Shidou would volunteer to be the chaperone to Charles and the kid only to instantly be turned down cause both Charles and the kid are a tornado now add Shidou to the mix they become a Hurricane. Shidou and Bachira are on the " not allowed as chaperones list". I can also imagine Rin not liking the kid until the kid says something like "for a guy that has hair the colour of cotton candy, you're bland and boring" to Sae. The kid instantly becomes Rins favourite. Honestly I adore this fic so much there's so many funny scenarios that can come from it

«Blue Lock: Hurricane in the shape of a child»

— Ego Jinpachi, Julian Loki, Charles Chevalier, Shidou Ryusei, Rin Itoshi

warning: humor, chaos, Shito as the perfect anti-nanny, characters suffer morally (especially Julian), but will survive, one hyperactive child is able to destroy the training system of Ego.

Note: thank you very much for the request, I hope you will like it! I lost one more request.. I am very sad because of this.

You can write a request..!

– I need a child.

The phrase with which Ego breaks into Blue Lock’s headquarters in the middle of the night does not bode well. Julian, who at that moment was drinking a calming tea and perhaps for the first time in three weeks felt safe, almost poured it all into his papers.

– What? – he hissed.

– Me. I need it. Baby. For a training simulation. I’ll pay him with candy and toys.

– You just described the behavior of a criminal from the van.

After two days in the center of Blue Lock he announces - acrobatic, talkative, with a head, as if on hinges. Jumps on the road, eats candy, talks to three people at once and calls Bachir "weird but funny". Everyone is in shock. Especially Julian.

– Charles, he exhaled. – Please don’t...

– He’s my friend, Jule! He’s got a squirrel-fly jump! – Charles is already rolling with the kid on the floor, both in candy and flyers.

– We’re doomed, said Julian and wiped his face.

Shido, as it happens, comes up with the idea:

– I’ll babysit.

– No.

– Come on, I’m great with kids.

– You’re like a child with a mania for destruction.

– That’s why we’re gonna get along!

The attempt fails after 11 minutes, when someone lights a sports net, someone jumps from a crossbar on Charles, and someone yells "I am the GOD OF FIELDS!" in Shido’s voice. No one is sure who it is. Perhaps all three at once.

Shido and Bachira officially fall into the list «NEVER be accompanying».

Rin is the last bastion of hope. He is sitting on a bed with a stone face, holding in his hands a tablet on which is broadcast a match where there is a semi. It didn’t presage trouble, but that this child in arms stood against him and looked at the screen of this tablet.

– Back off.

— He’s lame. , –muttered the boy, pointing to the saé.

— What?

— He’s got cotton-candy hair, but he’s so dull and boring. Probably not good.

From now on, the child is rina’s favorite. He does not smile, but suddenly «accidentally» sweets appear in the pocket of the child after training. He «does not know how the ball got in his hands at the right moment». And of course, Rin «accidentally came along to reassure him».

In the end, Ego is satisfied: simulations are effective, children are chaos, adults are broken, but in a good way.

Julian is sitting in the corner, with dark circles under his eyes, and he writes a report to headquarters, starting with:

– "We were all not prepared for this hurricane. But, damn it, he’s ours."

[cwwv9]

"Silence heard"

— without gender!depressive!reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Karasu Tobio, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Mikage Reo, Hagi Seishiro, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Shidou Ryusei.

Warning: depression, emotional detachment, mention of apathy, inner pain, attempts to cope with mental difficulties, passive suicidal behavior (hint), obsessive behavior.

mailbox open for queries!!!( I need it )

Isagi Yoichi

He notices it from the very beginning - how you hold yourself apart, how you keep silent at times when others are laughing. Isaiah is lost at first: he can not cope with the pain of others, because he always made up for himself at the expense of the goal. But one day he will just say:

- If you’re sick, I won’t distract you with happiness. Just... let me be there. Even if it’s silent.

And it really stays - quiet, attentive, not pressing.

Meguro Bachira

His first reaction is an obsessive positivity. He thinks that he can "spin" you like a toy. He dances, jokes, wears stupid glasses.

But then he realizes: you don’t need funny clowns. Then he begins to share his loneliness - about the imaginary friend, about the silence in his head when there is no football.

- You don’t have to laugh. I know what it’s like to live in your own world. Just... let me in for a second, and I won’t tell anyone what’s inside.

And you believe.

Hyori Yo

He can immediately feel the familiar sadness in your eyes. He doesn’t ask questions - he just starts making you tea, leaving playlists, sometimes writing short messages: "Did you eat today?"

His care is unnoticeable, almost imperceptible. But at one point you catch yourself waiting for him to walk down the corridor with his hands on your shoulder.

Hyory never demands changes from you. He just exists as a warm room in a cold house.

Karasu Tabito

At first he gets irritated. Like, "Why are you being so pushy?" - but it’s a defensive reaction. He can’t say "I’m worried".

And then you start noticing - how you’re slouching, how your eyes are slipping away from the light. And it becomes cautious, almost careful. He will start calling you to the gym, explaining:

- Exercise helps. Seriously. I’m not a doctor, but when I have shit in my head, I run. We can run together.

And you run. Be quiet. This is also a form of closeness.

Reo Mikage

He wants to "fix" you. Right away. Money, gifts, trips, everything to make you smile.

But when he sees that it doesn’t work, he breaks himself. He sits down next to him and says, almost whispering:

- I can’t love any other way. But if you just need to be held by your hand in the dark, I’ll learn.

And it holds. Long. Until you want to come out - yourself.

Nagi Seichiro

He’s not very emotional, but even he can feel the weight you’re carrying.

- It’s exhausting, isn’t it? Living at all.

It will not make you feel. Just lie next to it, plug in headphones, throw a gamepad:

- Let’s just not think. Together.

You don’t have to "be better" with him. He accepts your apathy as something natural. And this, surprisingly, heals.

Michael Kaiser

His first instinct is to ignore. He doesn’t have time for other people’s pain.

But you hold him in your detachment. And one day he comes up, looking straight into his eyes:

- You look like you’re already dead. Do you know what I do when I’m dying inside? I look in the mirror and remember who the hell I am.

He is provocative. He is stiff. But then he hugs - suddenly, firmly.

-And you won’t die while I’m around. Remember that.

Alexis Ness

He feels more than he understands. He looks at you and squeezes his lips.

- I want you to see yourself with my eyes. There’s so much beauty.

He starts doing little things: folding origami, leaving candy, telling stupid stories.

He doesn’t expect a reaction, he just hopes that one day you will smile. Even for a second. And that will be enough.

Rin Itoshi

Rin thinks you’re weak for a long time. He doesn’t understand why you can’t just stand up.

But then one day he sees you crying quietly at night, thinking no one notices.

He hasn’t said a word to you since.

- You hold on. That’s enough. I’ll take care of the rest.

He can’t be soft, but he stays. Every day. No explanation.

Sai Itoshi

He frowns. Not because you’re sad, but because he hates that the world made you do it.

- If someone hurt you, I’ll find them. I’ll break them.

But on those rare evenings when you’re just sitting next to him, looking at one spot - he’s stroking your hand, barely touching it.

The room does not demand, does not ask, just gives you the right to be who you are. And then quietly adds:

- If you want to feel alive, I’m here for you.

Ryusei Shido

He’s laughing in your face. Literally.

- Oh, the dark girl! Let me fuck you - maybe you’ll come back?

But then he sees how you tremble at night, and all his pofisticism flies away.

He is angry. At himself, at you, at the whole world.

- You don’t have to be funny. But you do have to live. I won’t let you disappear. Not you, okay?

Becomes aggressive in caring. It annoys. But saves. Because he is always near - like a storm, like a fire. Like life.

[cwwv9]

«You - my media catastrophe»

— without gender!reader x sae itoshi, rin itoshi, baro shoei, michael kaiser

warning: may contain obsession, latent jealousy, psychological instability, elements of toxic emotions (suppression of feelings, denial, self-punishment), pathos, stardom, domination, powerful vibes. Each character reacts to the reader’s popularity in their own way - from veiled adoration to painful rejection. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it hurts.

essence: the reader is a super popular person (actress/rock star/icon), and each of them in their own way experiences this fact - from denial to painful obsession.

mailbox open for queries!!! ( I need it )

Sai Itoshi is the one who’s too proud to admit he’s in love

> He will never admit to watching your tours. He won’t tell you that he heard your new album on the day of release. He’s not one for feeling.

But he hates that you’re everywhere.

It’s annoying that even in the locker room someone is playing your song.

It bothers me that you’re so damn talented.

He pretends you don’t belong in his head.

But then, you meet up in the backyards of a sports show, and you walk by with your clothes on, your hair tucked away, and your tired, but cocky look.

– Did Sai Itoshi come to the interview himself? – You laugh. – I’m impressed.

And for the first time, he loses his ability to speak. He had a crush on you before that. He just didn’t know it.

Rin Itoshi - inner conflict and obsession

> He despises show business. He despises fancy dolls and fake smiles.

So when you flick through the screens, it grinds your forehead and switches the channel. and then turns it back on.

To «assess how bad she sings». Although he knows that you sing live, with a soul, and it gets him off the rhythm.

Rin pretends you’re nothing. Just a face. Just a glamorous illusion.

But when he sees your name on the guest list at a charity match, for the first time in his life, he gets nervous.

You come after the game, smelling of perfume and dressing room.

— Rin Itoshi, right? Played great.

He wants to answer cold.

But the tongue sticks to the mouth, and the heart trembles as if he were a fifteen-year-old boy again.

He’s already lost.

Baro Shoei - aggression as a way to protect yourself from attraction

> – Your music is a dump, he says in front of everyone.

– It’s nice that you listen, you answer with a grin.

Baro is one of those who call his prey everything that touches.

But he cannot «subdue» you. He cannot «suppress».

You’re too bold, too famous, too out of reach.

And he hates it.

But when you walk by, he sniffs your scent and wants to grab his hair, squeeze his waist to feel that you are real.

– I’m not a fan of yours, Baro, relax, you said.

– And it’s no use, he says, coming close. 'Because I’m already yours.

Michael Kaiser is always a star. But now you’re blinding him

> He is sure that no one is brighter than him.

But when he sees you at the gala, in that black dress and with a frosty look on his face, how he feels for the first time... competition.

Michael Kaiser does not share the light.

But from your aura, he doesn’t want to fight - he wants to give up.

He flirts. He provokes. He sends you flowers with anonymous notes.

And then you bump into each other in the hallway. You look up and say:

– You’re not the prettiest guy in this building, Kaiser.

He chuckles:

– But you’re still looking at me.

Ready to sell your soul, so you can watch more.