heartache-heap - Tumblr blog

heartache-heap · 20 days ago

Text

» my futuristic lover, my otherworldly love; itoshi sae x reader

synopsis: sae itoshi’s judgment is pretty bad, but his interest has always been piqued by the eccentric things in life, and he finds the entity living in his home oddly endearing.

a/n: this is my first sae work, and i am very proud of it :) i wanted to challenge his humanity and focus on how sae handles someone even more out of touch with their emotions than himself, so here it is!! please give this odd piece of mine a chance, i think it's worth it :) side note, this is with a gender neutral reader who is afab! beautiful header art is by wyyy418 on twitter. more notes at the end!!

word count: 4.8k words

The complex that Sae had settled on purchasing was located adjacent to the glimmering water outside of his balcony window, one of the many attractions that played into his decision on finally choosing a residence all for his own. It was only three weeks prior when he had concluded a fifteen minute walkthrough of the place and hadn’t a single complaint, but it certainly felt like a thousand lifetimes ago.

His apartment was on the fourth floor, with no neighbors residing above him and an elderly couple living below—there was no noise to disturb nor distract him. Perfect. The only sound he could hear at any given time of day was the sound of the waves crashing into the shoreline outside, and he certainly wasn’t complaining. The private beach connected to the complex would work perfectly for his morning runs, and he looked forward to the feeling of his feet taking off and hitting the sand every sunrise.

All the paperwork was completed, had been since yesterday afternoon, and the keys—his keys—hung from his index finger, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. He inhales deeply, and the air is salty and smells like the home he’s never known.

Kicking off his sneakers and clicking the door close behind him, Sae looks over the pre-flourished apartment (courtesy of his manager, Sae would never waste his time on something as trivial as picking out furniture) before he tosses the keys on the kitchen island and makes a beeline towards the set of three arranged couches in the living room. His duffelbag comes after his sport’s jacket, and he tosses them both onto the cushions before settling down himself.

His eyes rake over the apartment, and there’s a flicker of pure satisfaction blooming in his chest. This would be his home from now on, near the sea and far away from regular civilization—this place was his and his alone. Sae tips his head backwards with a quiet sigh and allows his eyes to flutter close.

He deserves this. He really fucking deserves this. The picturesque view from his balcony almost makes all the torture and mistreatment he’s gone through in life worth it. Almost.

Sae feels strangely at peace. He opens his eyes, squinting as his gaze adjusts to the light once again, before he finally notices you hanging upside down from the ceiling and watching him curiously.

“...What the fuck.”

Exhibit A: Food

You ravage the basket of ‘Welcome to your new home!’ mangos the second Sae gives you the green light. Truth be told, you were pleasantly surprised by his underwhelming reaction to you dangling like a bat from his ceiling. You expected the usual: hysterics, screaming, reaching for the nearest and most minacious thing one’s feeble hands could grab hold of before lunging it at you—but Sae graced you with a barely there twitch of his eyebrow.

He had closed his eyes, rolled onto his side after grabbing one of the couch’s pillows, and promptly fell asleep. By the time his nap ended thirty minutes later, you were sitting on the ground beside him awaitingly, and he merely sighed before standing up and walking away.

What a strange man. You liked him almost immediately.

He watches you devour his mangos, watches the way the sweet nectar drips down your chin and the way your sharp tongue darts out to catch the falling drops. The carnal glint in your eyes would concern any other person immensely, but Sae’s interest has always been piqued by the eccentric things in life.

“Care to tell me who you are and what you’re doing in my apartment?”

His voice is deep, calm and even in a way you’d imagine the most reserved storytellers must have. Your lips curl upwards into a smile he could only describe as uncanny, before finally speaking.

“I was here first. How about I ask you what you’re doing in my domain?”

Sae raises a brow, watching the way you reach for another mango before slowly sinking your teeth into its skin. If this is your way of trying to scare him, you’re doing a very good job, because he can feel the goosebumps rising on his skin. Your movements are odd and fast, but Sae still looks as bored as ever.

“Your domain? That’s not how this works. I paid for this place, meaning you’re technically trespassing.”

Your chewing slows, eyes squinting at Sae like you were trying to decipher just what he wanted. Your hold tightens on the mango, like you’re afraid he’ll take it away from you, before rolling your eyes. The movement is oddly human.

“I cannot believe that’s what you’re focusing on. If there’s one thing I’ve noticed ever since coming to this planet, it’s that you humans are horribly unappreciative. There was an entire plate of these succulent orange fruits resting on the table, and you walked right past them.”

Sae’s not sure if he heard you mumbling the word ingrate afterwards under your breath or if he was imagining things, but you still manage to get him to furrow his eyebrows in genuine confusion. All he can think is, seriously?

But you are serious. You reach for his arm, and he does nothing to push you off as you grab hold of his wrist and pry his fingers open. After placing a mango in his palm, you curl his fingers over it and push the mango back towards him.

“Eat it.”

“...Okay.”

Exhibit B: The Internet

Sae hears you before he sees you. The soft sound of your feet shuffling on the hardwood floors is quiet compared to the match playing on his TV, but he hears it regardless. There’s a bundle of wires laying in the spot on the couch beside him, and he moves them onto the ground wordlessly.

You end up sitting beside him soon enough, knees pulled to your chest and eyes trained on the screen with utter fascination. Sae watches you from time to time through his peripheral vision, but he makes no move to acknowledge you further.

“What is this sorcery, Sae Itoshi? Is it a portal?”

“It’s a television, but most people call it a TV. You can watch just about anything on here, they’re basically moving pictures.”

“But…how are they moving? How did you get them on there?”

His jaw ticks, not anticipating this question even though he should have, and he’s almost disappointed in himself for not having a proper explanation for you.

“I don’t know. It’s a whole thing revolving around electronic signals and such. Stop asking so many questions.”

“What about the smaller one you carry around in your clothes? And—there’s another one. Smaller than the television, but not as small as the one you carry on your person. What is that?”

Sae sighs, pausing the TV in front of him. He beckons you closer with a single finger, and you hop off the couch and onto the floor in front of him eagerly. He digs into his pocket and digs out his phone before grabbing his laptop off the coffee table.

“This is called a phone, and this is called a laptop. Watch how I power it on and use it.”

He goes through each step slowly, showing you which buttons do what and how to control the mouse. You watch his fingers closely, they’re pale and slender and there’s something graceful about how fluidly they move about the keyboard. If Sae notices you staring, he doesn’t say anything.

“Do you know how to read? Write?”

His laptop rests on his thighs, your head on the couch right beside the screen and his legs, and you hum in response. “Vaguely. I picked up a bit here and there while travelling the planet.”

“That’s something, I guess.” Sae murmurs, clicking on the application labeled Safari before turning the screen towards you.

“You can search up anything at all on the internet. Give me something to look up for you.” He commands, and you oblige immediately.

“Mangos.”

“I should have known that.”

After ten minutes of you trying to grab the mangos through the screen and going as far as to lick it with a curious giggle, Sae decides you’ve had enough screentime for the day.

“You’re disgusting. Don’t do that again.”

“The laptop screen is shiny like those batteries I found the other day. I hoped it would taste as metallic as they did—and yummy.”

Sae hides all the batteries from you after that day.

Exhibit C: The Sea

“Stop that!”

You gasp for air as Sae pulls you out from the water by your hair, and you’re laughing so hard your stomach aches. There’s something similar to bewilderment contorting his face, and he looks baffled beyond belief. You’re proud to pull such a reaction from him—it’s the most emotion you’ve ever seen on his face.

“You can’t breathe underwater, you idiot! You’ll drown. How have you survived this long? I’m being serious.”

Sae is sporting a single pair of beach sports, pink and striped with watery blue, and you swipe at the sunglasses perched atop his hair with your tongue poked out.

“I knew that. I just wanted to do it anyway.”

“Those sunglasses are worth eleven hundred euros.” He deadpans as you put them on yourself upside down with a dorky grin.

“Hahh? Is that what they’re called?”

Sae drags you back to dry land soon enough despite your protests, forcing you to sit down on one of the beach chairs residing on the sand before he hands you a shovel.

“Before we start, I’ll only ask you this once. Are you going to listen to my instructions and follow them or are you going to be a brat?”

You take his sunglasses off your head before placing them back on his head. He watches you with a bored expression as you ruffle his hair, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Well?”

“I’ll listen! Only because using shovels mean digging holes, and that means burying our enemi—”

Sae considers grabbing a handful of sand and stuffing it into your mouth to get you to stop talking, but decides against it eventually. It takes you quite a bit of time to actually get started, but once you’ve begun, you’re on quite the roll.

Your sandcastle crumples apart a number of times, but even as Sae fights back the cocky laughter at the pathetic lump of sand you inevitably end up with every try, the fierce determination in your eyes has him working even more diligently on his own.

In the end, Sae has a solid standing structure, and you have something resembling a glass castle after an earthquake.

He snaps a picture of the sandcastles on his phone, snaps a picture of your pouting form observing your failure and his success, and snaps a picture of the sunset happening just across the two of you before standing up and brushing any stray sand sticking to his body and looking away.

“This is what people call a beach day. We’ll have one every week if you behave. And if you misbehave? I might just have to tie you up in the storage closet like the trespassing alien you are.”

“Stop acting like you can overpower me, Sae Itoshi.”

You spit his name like it’s a slur, yet you stand up and follow him like he’s your guide to salvation—like he’s your God, like he’s your light. Sae doesn’t bother to turn around to see if you’re following him once he begins his trek back to the apartment. He doesn’t turn to look because he doesn’t need to, he knows you’d follow him to the depths of hell if he offered you a mango for it.

“Well then, maybe you shouldn’t submit to me so doubtlessly.”

You catch up to him, stopping your jog and matching his pace as you offer the pink haired man a devilish grin. He’ll never tell you how his heart flips at the mere sight, how his blood pumps faster and how it roars in his ears—he’ll merely hold your stare, watching the way your gaze dances across his face, and you’ll both wordlessly move on.

Exhibit D: Art

Crayons are a lovely medium of choice. So are watercolors. And markers. And charcoal. And paint. And pastels. And… is that clay smeared across your cheek?

You slam the slopping wet piece of paper on Sae’s desk, and he blinks slowly as the colors soak through the report he’d been filling out for an upcoming match. He turns to you slowly, and he’s not surprised to see your clothes dirtied with just about every color of the rainbow.

“What is this?”

“It’s for you.”

He turns back to the picture wordlessly. There’s two people holding hands, one with wild pink hair and a big scowl scribbled on. There’s a dark presence standing right beside the pink character, soulless eyes and a creepy smile, and Sae wonders if that’s how you truly view yourself.

“This is the ugliest thing I’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing.”

If you’re hurt by his comment, you hide it expertly. You merely click your tongue (a habit you’ve picked up from Sae, he’s mildly amused to notice you using it too) before you glide a finger across your shirt, picking up a trail of green paint, and smearing it across his cheek.

Sae catches your wrist once you begin to pull away, tugging you down and onto his lap a second after. Clearly not anticipating this response, you let out a small yelp before tumbling onto his thighs. His muscles flex underneath you, and he merely swivels the chair he’s sitting on so you can watch him hold up the painting in front of both of you.

“Explain what provoked you to make this. I’m curious to hear what goes in your brain.”

You squint at the question, but answer it regardless. You tell him he’s your friend (in turn, he’s your muse), you tell him how he’s always wearing an unpleasant expression so that’s why you drew one on his face, and when he asks why you drew yourself as a monster, you look stumped.

“You think I’m a monster?”

He thinks about the question for a moment. Considers what he’d be implying if he said yes, compared to what he’d be implying if he said no.

“Yes. You’re the only being I think fondly of, and I think that warrants the label of a monster.”

He’s watching you carefully for your response. You blink owlishly, and you squirm in his grip, but you don’t say anything. Finally, your lips twitch, and your eyes glitter in that abnormal manner only an extraterrestrial’s could, and you grace him with a smile.

“Thank you, Sae Itoshi.”

“You’re welcome.”

Exhibit E: Hair

The scissors are missing from the kitchen.

Sae wasn’t exactly looking for the scissors in particular, he was just trying to find a spoon to eat his smoothie bowl with, when he realized the lack of those handy silver cutters in the drawer. You’re in the bathroom right now, and Sae has a funny feeling those scissors are with you.

He doesn’t bother knocking, and you didn’t bother locking the door—so your surprise is ruined early when Sae sees clumps of hair at your feet and a concerning bit of it gone from your head.

You freeze mid snip, turning to look at him as he tilts his head in confusion. It took him a single moment to realize what you’d done, and his lips immediately twist with confusion once he does.

“What the fuck? Why did you cut your hair exactly like mine?”

Your giggle is maniacal, and you snip once again before grinning.

“Heh.” Is the only response you offer him, humming as you take a closer look at his own hair before letting out a hmph! and snipping once more. Sae winces as you cut off nearly four inches in one go, before sighing and taking a step inside the bathroom.

“Care to tell me at least why you’re cutting it like this?” He questions, and you tilt your head as if the question he’s asking was far too nuanced for a quicker response.

“I want to look like you because I love you. Pass me the fork from the kitchen now please—I think I'll brush my hair out with that. And you shouldn’t worry so much, my hair grows back much faster than you humans.”

Love. Sae thinks you don’t understand the depth of that word. He has half a mind to slap you silly for throwing it around like it was something casual, but something in his chest aches terribly at the way you giggle at your reflection and carefully style your hair with your hands to look more like him. He takes a step back, heart thumping against his chest and threatening to burst through as he shakes his head.

“I’m getting you a hairbrush, don’t think about using the forks again. It’s gross.”

Exhibit F: Emotions

He hears the sniffles first. The quiet hiccups come next, barely muffled by the sound of the TV, and the tears fall from your eyes like glittering diamonds in the dim light of the room. Sae pauses the video immediately, trying to mask his concern as he watches you fall apart. He has absolutely no idea what to do—you sit there, letting the tears flow freely as your expression remains open and cracked. Vulnerable in a way he’s never seen another person being be.

Bao was a short film Sae had pulled out from his Disney+ account, it was something you’d pointed at enthusiastically with a mouth full of popcorn as you demanded he play it. It was only eight minutes long, what was the harm? He regrets listening to you now, because the sight of your tears has his entire face falling.

He moves to sit on the ground beside you silently, offering no soothing words nor touches to make you feel better. He just… sits there. Let his presence slowly invade your senses. And when you curl into his side, sniffling into his shoulder and getting his shirt wet with your tears, he merely pulls you closer and hits play again.

You laugh and you cry with your whole chest. It’s something Sae admires as someone who can’t. He finds it odd how you seem even more human than him at times.

“That was so… nice.” You admit as the outro begins playing, and Sae hums, keeping a firm hand wrapped around your shoulder. He stares at the black screen of the TV, and the image of you pressed up against his side stares back. The reflection is intimate in a way he could’ve never imagined for himself.

“It was.”

He presses a feather light kiss to your forehead, and you look up at him through your wet lashes and blink slowly in response. He tilts his head, almost as if to say Yeah I kissed you, what are you gonna do about it?

Your hands fly up fast, cradling his cheeks with spine chilling speed. You tug Sae closer to you, tilting his head downwards before you press a hard kiss onto his forehead in response. His eyes fall close at the contact of your lips against his skin, and his hand presses against your back to pull you closer to him.

“Let’s watch something scary next time. I want to watch that movie with the killer clown, the one who murders kids and sings funny songs. Okay?”

Sae noses gently at your throat, inhaling your scent as his lips flutter over your pulse point with a short huff of laughter.

“Okay.”

Exhibit G: Goodbye,

Sae told you he would be back in three weeks. He told you to behave, to text him with the phone he’d gotten you in case you needed anything at all, and to never leave the apartment. Obviously, you didn’t listen to the last rule, because when Sae comes back home twenty three days later, it’s to an empty apartment.

He nearly flipped the entire place upside down, looking for something, anything—just a sign that you were alive and you were okay and you hadn’t left him like this. God, even a fucking letter would suffice for something.

His throat feels tight and there’s a burn in his eyes that’s clouding his vision. He wants to tear out his own hair and rip his heart from his chest. There’s only one of two places you could have been—the apartment or the beach outside, and he’d already checked both only to come up empty handed.

He almost doesn’t want to know where you are, nowhere else on this entire stupid earth was safe for you. You’re not fucking human, you’re an odd entity he found oddly endearing and loved with his whole chest—so why would you leave him like this? He ignores the fact that he technically left first, because that was different. So much more different than the hollowness he feels now from your absence.

He’ll hate you forever for this. He’ll carry this hatred with him to his grave and then the fucking afterlife. When he’s reincarnated, he’ll find you in the next life and strangle you to death because holy shit the pain in his chest is so tight and unbearable he thinks he’s having some sort of a heart attack and it’s all. your. fault.

The slam of a window and the sound of shuffling from his bedroom window is so loud that he flinches, and he’s bounding off to the door, reaching it in nearly a second flat. He throws the door open, and there you are, wrestling with a seagull as it squawks loudly and flaps around his room like it owned the place.

“Oi! You better knock that off, seagull! Sae Itoshi will be mad—he’ll be so mad if you mess up his—”

Your voice pauses once you notice Sae in the doorway, panting with a frenzied look in his eyes you’ve never once seen before—it was one that could only be described as crazed as he stared at you. You blink back in response before a toothy grin overtakes your face, and he meets you in the middle of the room for a bone-crushing hug.

“You idiot—I fucking told you not to leave the apartment.”

You squirm in his hold, huffing about how he’s squishing you, and he presses a hard kiss onto your forehead with a relieved sigh. When the seagull manages to escape through the window, you let out a whine of distress.

“Noo! Come back, I have food! I promise!”

There’s something wrong with him, obviously—you let him have his way with you until he finally pulls away from the deathly tight hug with a shuddering sigh. Your heart rate picks up at the familiar sight of him, remembering just why you were wrestling with a seagull in the first place and how you’d missed him so.

“I don’t like you leaving me here alone.” You immediately start off, and his eyes slowly open as he lifts his head from your chest with furrowed brows.

“I know. I… wish I could take you with me.”

You huff, pushing his arms off of you and crossing your own over your chest before you immediately sit onto the floor. Sae almost wants to cry at your stupidly adorable antics and stupidly adorable insistence to sit on the floor—but he lowers himself down slowly instead beside you, waiting for you to answer him.

“Why can’t you?”

“You know why.”

You seem hurt by this. Sae can see the pain in your face, and he can only sigh. His mind is a bit of a mess right now, he can’t think of anything solid and supportive to say to you, and that seems to be the thing you needed right now. He tries reaching for you, but you pull away from his touch.

“Then I won’t stay here. I’ll find someone else to spend my time with if you’re going to leave me here all alone. I don't like it—I told you I don’t.”

Sae watches you carefully, choosing his next words thoughtfully.

“Why were you bringing a seagull into the apartment?”

His voice is uncharacteristically soft, and you flinch with a frown. He knows. You know he does, because his voice is pained and quiet as he asks the question. Your lower lip wobbles, and he pulls you into his chest once you confirm his suspicions.

“I was feeling lonely.”

He holds you in his embrace for a while. You’re not sure how long, all you know is that by now your heartbeat has calmed down and your urge to cry is gone and you don’t feel as lonely anymore with how he presses kisses into your hairline.

“Tell me about your life before you came here. Before you came to earth. I want to hear about it.”

Sae always surprised you with his questions. He was as unpredictable as a storm, but that was only one of the things you loved about him. You lean closer into his embrace, staying quiet for a dozen heartbeats before speaking.

You tell him how you grew up alone, how you were always more emotional than your peers and people meant to be family, and you tell him how you’ve always longed for love. Sae thinks back to the time, months ago, when you cut your hair to look just like him and told Sae you loved him. Back then, he thought you didn’t understand what love was—but now he knows you did.

You always had.

You tell him how much you love humans—how they’re just like you on the outside, but so much more intricately different on the inside. They look like the people back home, but they don’t act like them. You tell Sae how you want to love people and love them forever, and he listens quietly to everything you have to say.

“Think about this carefully, and answer me honestly. Do you, with all your heart, want to spend the rest of your life here with me?”

Your confession is immediate and truthful. “Yes.”

“Then that’s what will happen. I’ve been playing soccer my whole life, but it’s not worth losing you. I’ll take a break for now, but after that… I’ll have to go back for a while. Maybe a year. Just to wrap things up, write the end to my story on my own.” He murmurs softly, and you blink slowly before shaking your head.

“No, I don’t want you to quit because I—”

“I’ve been wanting to quit long before I met you.”

Silence. This you did not know, because he simply never told you. It’s the first time Sae is even speaking the words into existence, but his chest feels lighter. He curls an arm under your legs and lays you on the bed. You blink back tears, feeling overwhelmed and confused.

The words of “I’ll have to go back for a while. Maybe a year.” echo in your mind, and it’s almost as if Sae can hear your thoughts, because he kisses your forehead gently.

“I won’t leave you alone—I’ll leave someone you can love. Someone we both can love, and someone who will love you just as much.”

That night was your first time, and you wouldn’t have had it anyway. Sae made love to you in ways you never could have imagined, he whispered things in your ear that had you crying because they were so heartfelt, and he made you feel unimaginable things. Sae Sae Sae. His love was otherworldly, truly.

Exhibit H: Your beauty never ever scared me (Mary On A Cross)

“It’s so tiny.”

The baby boy must hear you, because he lets out a gurgle of glee before promptly sticking his entire fist into his mouth. Your laughter is a melody Sae can never get tired of hearing, and he pulls his son’s hand away gently, giving him a pacifier in turn.

“Yes, I’d expect that of a baby.”

The baby in question had a full head of pink hair with pearly white skin and deep green eyes you loved dearly. He was practically Sae’s twin. You'd counted all this baby’s fingers and toes yourself, ten for each—perfect in every form, shape, and aspect. Perfect and yours.

“And he’s so cute. So so cute. Sae, I want a hundred more. Sae, please.”

“Oh, really?” He smirks—it’s a subtle little twitch of his lips, and you’re not sure if it’s just your hormones acting up, but he looks terribly handsome in the soft glow of the morning light. He knows he’s in for a flurry attack of kisses the moment he sees your mischievous grin, but he makes no move to stop you.

You kiss every inch of his face, and it feels like kissing the petal of a flower. Sae rocks his son's crib with one hand and keeps the other wrapped around your waist. Once you’re done showering him in your affection, you turn towards the baby.

“Baby Sae Itoshi,” you coo, and Sae watches quietly as you nuzzle your nose against the baby’s. You were gentle, motherly, loving—and he wants nothing more than to stay in this moment forever. He’ll cherish the divine intervention that led him to find his reason for living and not surviving, cherish you, forever.

ahh it's done 🙂‍↕️ if any of you have watched the horror movie 'us', that's kinda (?) the vibe i was going for with our dear reader and this piece!! i also wanted to tag @curieu because i am very thankful for her spooky and beautifully written alternate universes that inspired me to make this piece 🥹 i was def stepping out of my usual writing zone loll. you're amazing alice!! and the way cora ( @saetiate ) speaks of sae also made me fall in love with him ! she has such a way with words!! :D ty for sharing your writing, it really had such a positive impact on me ahsjsj <33

112 notes · View notes

heartache-heap · 23 days ago

Text

» when i talk to you, oh cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart; itoshi rin x reader

synopsis; you surprise your new boyfriend by showing up to his practice unannounced—only to watch him get hit in the face with a soccer ball when his attention is captured by you instead of the field. while helping rin recover from his minor injury, you share your very first kiss of many.

a/n; set before blue lock! rin's playing on his school's team here

word count: 1.3k words | now playing from the start by laufey

when itoshi rin asked you to be his girlfriend, he'd been a stuttering mess. clammy hands cradled your own as he recited the confession he'd spent weeks practicing. he messed up quite a few times, and he vaguely recalls you giggling mid-way as you waited for him to finish, but in the end, all was well, because you had said yes.

rin liked being your boyfriend. he liked it because you understood him, you cradled his head in your lap whenever he had a bad day, and you made him feel like he had a shoulder to lean on. someone who could care for him unconditionally and accept him—flaws and all.

it's been two weeks since that fateful day, and currently, rin was practicing his soccer drills. he'd been perfecting a new trick for today's upcoming match against one of his school's rivalry teams. he'll be visiting your house afterwards, and he hopes he'll be able to tell you all about his victory.

the sun is warm on his back, casting a blanket of honey-gold light over the soccer field. rin's teammates were practicing on the other half of the field since he preferred to play on his own, so it's not difficult for you to spot your boyfriend.

the match doesn't start for another half an hour, but you were content with just watching rin dribble through the cones he'd set up and practice his newest tricks. you settle into the bleachers closest to where he was, dropping your tote-bag onto the empty space beside you.

rin doesn't notice you at first, his eyes and mind are focused solely on the ball. he's spinning it underneath the heel of his foot while trying to perform a play he'd seen a player do on tv when the ball manages to slip from under his foot, ever so conveniently in your direction.

he lets out a huff of annoyance when it slips out of his grip, preparing to jog after it in order to retrieve it, when you suddenly stop the ball under your foot. you kick it upwards and catch it with your free hand before you wave to rin.

...

you're here. right there in the bleachers at one of his games for the very first time—and you're even wearing one of his jerseys.

rin's entire brain short-circuits. for a moment, he can't quite believe you're actually here. he blinks owlishly, frozen in his spot on the field as you send him the sweetest smile he'll ever have the pleasure of seeing. you had yet to see rin ever play in person, and since you never mentioned coming to see him today, he realizes this was your way of surprising him.

there's a distant shout of his name, but rin is so enamored by your smile that he doesn't even see the soccer ball flying straight towards his face until it hits him square in the nose.

after falling on his back, rin stares up at the sky, because there is absolutely no way he just took a soccer ball to the face in front of the girl of his dreams. nope. he's going to close his eyes, pray to every god there was out there that this was just some horrible nightmare. he'll wake up safe and sound at home in his bed, shaking his head at what a silly little thing his mind had conjured up to scare him before he sends you a good morning text like usual.

the metallic taste of blood falls onto the curve of his lip eventually, and rin lets out a pained groan as he presses the back of his hand to the injury, realizing this entire scenario was, unfortunately, very real.

before he knows it, his teammates are helping him sit up while offering their profuse apologies. rin feels dizzy, but he blinks rapidly and only searches for you instead. wordlessly, he nudges one of the boys standing in your way aside, and you're finally able to push through the crowd surrounding him with a quiet squeal of panic

"rinnie! oh my gosh, rin are you okay?" you question, kneeling beside him and gently holding his face in your hands as you inspect the injury—rin looks away in embarrassment, nodding quickly

"i'm fine, really... did you come to watch me play?" he questions, ignoring the blood dripping down his face and watching you with round eyes as your face softens. you nod immediately before helping him get up

"come on, i'll help you get cleaned up..."

after pulling rin away from his teammates, you reach a more secluded area behind the bleachers. you're digging through your bag before you pull out a bundle of tissues and press them against his nose as carefully as you can manage to

"you were so focused and i distracted you—i'm so sorry! you promise it doesn't hurt, rinnie?" you question gently, and rin merely blinks in response. he's gotten more bloody noses than he can count in his life, this is nothing—that's what he almost tells you, but a childish part of him decides to lean into your touch instead with a quiet grunt

"stings a bit," he murmurs quietly, and the gentle swipe of your finger over his cheekbone has his heart beating faster.

"i'll take care of you, 'kay?"

and rin just melts. back here behind the bleachers, no one can see him acting like such a damn baby—your touch is gentle and loving, and rin can't remember the last time in his life where he was held so comfortingly. by the time you're done, he's almost reluctant to let you pull away.

"thank goodness it wasn't too bad, i don't know what i'd do if this bleeding didn't stop and kept you from playing!" you sigh, and rin gently bumps your shoulder with his own

"it's fine, really. it wasn't your fault, it's whoever had the damn ball. actually, i don't even wanna know which idiot kicked it that hard in the wrong direction." rin rolls his eyes, tugging his knees to his chest before your laugh rings through the air

"i'm sure it was an accident! anyway, your game is starting soon... did you wanna finish warming up?"

rin deflates a bit as he's reminded of the upcoming match. he nods determinedly before standing up. his hand is outstretched towards you, and he helps you up and off the grass before gently brushing off any stray strands of grass clinging to your legs

"thank you for coming, y/n." he finally mumbles, and his chest immediately feels lighter once the words leave his lips. truth be told, rin was beyond grateful for your presence. soccer meant a lot to him—and for you to show up like this, coming to support him—it made him indescribably happy. something he hasn't felt in a while since he met you.

"of course! i'm going to try and come to every match now that your season's begun. i'm sure you'll do great," you affirm, and rin huffs out a small laugh of disbelief

"you'll get bored."

"not if it's you playing."

his pinky latches onto your own, and he tugs you closer. rin's eyes are gleaming with something unspoken, and you have a feeling you know what he wants—the way his hands hesitantly hover and the way his eyes dart over your face—you lean forward and press a gentle peck onto his lips.

soft. your lips are so soft.

"good luck, rin!"

you disappear wordlessly with a shy smile to join the growing crowd in the bleachers, and rin is left standing utterly speechless. his fingers brush over his lips, right where yours had just been, and his eyes light up as he recalls your words.

good luck, rin!

he had a game to win for you.

689 notes · View notes

heartache-heap · 24 days ago

Text

my writing works ⋆.˚ ☾⋆˙⟡.˚

blue lock

rin itoshi in a room full of art, he'd rather look at you — itoshi rin is failing his art class. in order to graduate his senior year of high school, he needs to pass the class with at least a b grade. you're assigned to tutor the hot-headed soccer athlete—kind and eccentric, you throw rin's entire world off axis. when i talk to you, oh cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart — you surprise your new boyfriend by showing up to his practice unannounced—only to watch him get hit in the face with a soccer ball when his attention is captured by you instead of the field. while helping rin recover from his minor injury, you share your very first kiss of many.

sae itoshi my futuristic lover, my otherworldly love — sae itoshi’s judgment is pretty bad, but his interest has always been piqued by the eccentric things in life, and he finds the entity living in his home oddly endearing.

haikyuu

jujutsu kaisen

my hero academia

demon slayer

#navigation

1 note · View note

heartache-heap · 26 days ago

Text

count the vertebrae of my spine with your fingers. feel how your love fills the spaces between, helps me stand a little taller, supports me a little better.

#; poetry

45 notes · View notes

heartache-heap · 28 days ago

Text

Why is he so real

#ʚɞ ; tshd

4K notes · View notes

heartache-heap · 28 days ago

Text

#; poetry

4K notes · View notes

heartache-heap · 28 days ago

Note

I saw this somewhere in insta about sae wrist bands

This one and how it can be related to that stand up speak up wrist bands

The "Stand Up Speak Up" wrist band campaign in soccer was a campaign to combat racism in football, particularly in Europe

Idk if it's true or just for design but it matches up

I am talking about this

Idk man but sae definitely went through some sort of racism in Madrid which made him turn out the way he is maybe that's why he hates japan (I am not an observant person I just saw this on Instagram somewhere and wanted to share u)

Poor guy went through a tough time in Madrid

THIS. i feel like sae himself would never wear something like this out of his own will, but after fans repeatedly send it to him without stopping, his PR team forces him to wear it everywhere.

#ʚɞ ; blue lock

67 notes · View notes

heartache-heap · 28 days ago

Text

BABY RIN 🤍

Blue Lock S2E9

#𝜗ৎ ; itoshi rin #ʚɞ ; blue lock

2K notes · View notes

heartache-heap · 29 days ago

Note

hii ,, totes love all ur stuff! it’s super cute ,, saw ur res were open so i was wondering if i could ask for nagi and reo + rin and sae (all seperate) w/ a very sleepy partner?

ex. tired all the time ,, sleeps way more than should- and has insomnia too (the reason why always tired- doesn’t sleep at night..)

sorry if super specific ,, feel free to decline!

── @puprdou ‹𝟹

cant sleep. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

nagi seishiro, reo mikage, rin itoshi, sae itoshi x reader / warnings : reader has bad sleep schedules and insomnia if that counts 😭😭

synopsis : reader's condition has been getting worse lately because of their bad sleep schedule and insomnia, however their boyfriend is nothing but supportive and helpful!

a/n : hellooo tysmm!! i didn't mean for this to be kinda angsty but this is so relatable, as you can see i literally wrote nagis part at 2 am ... 😭😭 also always ignore the timestamps guys, they dont matter!

nagi seishiro

reo mikage

rin itoshi

sae itoshi

#❤︎ ; bllk fic recs

452 notes · View notes

heartache-heap · 29 days ago

Text

જ⁀✦ best thing that's ever been mine

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

✩ a/n — i feel like dad! bllk is becoming common now and im obsessed yall know i love a good pregnancy/family trope.

✩ word count — 1.3k

✩ content — dad! sae itoshi, friends to lovers, childhood sweethearts, unplanned pregnancy, i feel like sae would be a girl dad but just imagine baby him, not proofread

✩ synopsis — To the world, Sae Itoshi is an enigma. But to you, he’s just him.

── .✦ left a small town, never looked back

Sae Itoshi is an enigma to many.

To the world, he’s composed of cold shoulders and sharp footwork. Precision born of quiet fury, interviews clipped short, sponsorships done with dead-eyed disinterest.

He doesn’t smile for cameras. Doesn’t entertain gossip.

He shows up, plays with a kind of artistry that makes even the world’s best defenders look clumsy, and leaves like he was never there to begin with.

To them, he’s brilliant. Elusive. Unreachable.

But to you?

He’s the man currently sitting on your living room floor with one knee up, hair damp from a shower, blinking slowly as your son tries to feed him a Cheerio he found in his pocket.

“…You’re sure this is safe?” Sae asks dryly, staring at the sticky cereal piece as your toddler beams, chubby hands outstretched.

You don’t even look up from your book. “He already ate four. You’re fine.”

Sae huffs through his nose and leans forward anyway, letting your son press the Cheerio against his lips with the concentration of a surgeon.

He doesn’t flinch when it sticks. Just chews once, nods solemnly, and says, “Good job, bud.”

The smile your son gives him is radiant. The same smile you fell in love with years ago—only smaller, messier, and with fewer teeth.

People don’t know the real Sae Itoshi.

Not the boy who used to kick rocks down your neighborhood street after school, scowling when they didn’t bounce the way he wanted.

Not the one who once helped you carry your backpack home in the rain, both of you soaking wet and pretending not to care.

They don’t know the kid who sat with you at lunch every day in silence, just close enough to count as something, even if neither of you knew what.

You were friends. In the way two kids who didn’t fit quite right into the world found each other.

Sae didn’t talk much, but you learned to hear him anyway. His silences said things.

When he walked a little slower beside you, you knew he wanted you to stay.

When he handed you a sports drink without looking, it meant he noticed you skipped lunch.

When he sat beside you during your library shift and didn’t open a book—just rested his head in his hand and closed his eyes—that meant he trusted you.

You started dating in junior high. Clumsily. Quietly. Like most kids, you didn’t call it dating.

You just... stopped pretending you didn’t want to sit closer. Y

ou linked pinkies on cold walks home. You traded favorite snacks.

You started saying goodnight on the phone even if neither of you spoke for the entire call.

And then, at thirteen, Sae left.

Spain. A dream. A career. A calling.

You still remember that day—standing at the edge of the train platform with him, both of you wearing your school uniforms, pretending your hearts weren’t hammering inside your chests. He didn’t promise you anything.

Not forever. Not even a someday.

But he looked at you like he wanted to.

“I’ll come back,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Or you’ll come to me. Right?”

You nodded.

He squeezed your hand.

And then he was gone.

Years passed.

You lived your life in soft, slow ways.

Kept your head down, studied hard, wrote to him sometimes, even when you weren’t sure he’d read it.

The letters came less often. The calls dropped off. Time zones, training, language gaps—life.

And yet, the memory of him never left you. Not really.

You dated, once or twice, but no one ever made you feel the way he did.

No one ever looked at you like they understood your quiet too.

The second you graduated, you bought a one-way ticket to Madrid.

Your mother cried.

Your father didn’t speak to you for a week.

Your friends called you reckless—chasing a boy who hadn’t texted back in months.

But you knew something they didn’t.

You weren’t chasing a boy.

You were chasing the only place you’d ever felt like home.

He was waiting for you at the airport.

Not with flowers or signs—he wasn’t that type.

He was just there, hands in his pockets, grown into his height, jaw sharper, hair longer.

He looked tired.

Beautiful.

Real.

“You’re here,” he said, as if he hadn’t quite let himself believe you’d come.

You didn’t cry until you got to the car.

He rested a hand on your thigh the whole drive home.

Life wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t romantic montages and sunshine mornings.

You worked part-time jobs, learned to navigate the city on your own, struggled with loneliness and language and wondering if you’d made the right choice.

But every night, when Sae came home—sweaty and exhausted, his voice rasped from yelling on the pitch, eyes soft when they found yours—it felt worth it.

You weren’t living in a dream. You were building something real.

And then, at 22, everything changed.

You stared at the pregnancy test for a long time.

The bathroom light flickered overhead. Your legs were numb from sitting on the edge of the tub. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

You hadn’t planned for this. You’d been careful. You had a plan.

When you told Sae, you were ready for the worst.

He stood still for a full minute, staring at the test in your hands like it was written in a language he didn’t understand.

And then, gently, he reached out and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Me too,” he said quietly.

The first heartbeat.

The first tiny blur on the ultrasound screen.

The nurse asking, “Want to know the sex?” and your voice breaking as you said, “Yes.”

A boy.

A boy with his father’s name on the chart, and your hands trembling as you whispered, “A mini you.”

Sae didn’t speak for a long time. He just placed his hand on your belly, eyes locked there like it was a miracle and a disaster all at once.

“We’ll be okay,” he said eventually.

And somehow, you believed him.

Now, your son is two.

He has Sae’s eyes and your cheeks.

He toddles around with wild hair, mismatched socks, and a favorite stuffed penguin he drags by the flipper.

He calls Sae “Papa” and you “Mama” and yells “Goal!” every time he kicks anything remotely spherical.

Some nights, Sae gets home too late. Some days, he misses first steps or messy drawings stuck to the fridge. And yet—he’s there.

Always.

He sleeps with your son when he has nightmares.

Buys new crayons every time the old ones snap.

Kisses your forehead in the middle of diaper changes and murmurs “you’re doing great” even when you feel like you’re failing.

You’re engaged now.

Not married. Not in a rush.

Your ring glints in the morning light when you stir your coffee and kiss Sae goodbye before training.

You’ve been his since you were kids.

A ring didn’t change that.

You lie in bed one night, your son curled between you, one small fist gripping Sae’s shirt. The baby monitor glows soft blue.

Sae’s awake, staring at the ceiling, one hand resting on your child’s back.

You whisper, “What are you thinking?”

He’s quiet for a long time.

Then, “Sometimes I don’t know how I got here.”

You shift closer. “Do you regret it?”

He looks at you. Really looks. The boy who left. The man who stayed.

“No,” he says. “But I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of messing this up.”

You reach over, take his hand.

“You won’t.”

He squeezes it.

And for the first time in a long time, he sleeps soundly.

To the world, Sae Itoshi is an enigma.

But to you, he’s just him.

The boy who left.

The man who waited.

The father that your son runs to in the morning with sleepy eyes and open arms.

The love you’ve known for nearly your whole life—and still learn in new ways every day.

And in your quiet little life, built of messy rooms and warm dinners and tiny socks in the laundry, that’s more than enough.

✩ likes ✩ comments ✩ and reblogs are appreciated

✦ tags ✦ @irethepotato ✦ @kiyy0mei ✦ @x3nafix ✦ @sugacor3 ✦ @ohagiyoo ✦ @reigensuperstar ✦ @nevvynevnev ✦ @virgothesimp ✦ @werfiedeii ✦ @chiieni ✦ @syleepy ✦ @academiq ✦ @peachysaki116 ✦ @manjirosanosgirlfriend ✦ @anqelkoz ✦ @silverwings920 ✦ @7leo7 ✦ @nishinoyaismycutie ✦ @sunathetuna ✦ @alexiaray ✦ @megumismyhusband ✦ @yutamy1beloved ✦ @luvlynabi ✦ @scoosh4you ✦ join the taglist here !

#𝜗ৎ ; itoshi sae #❤︎ ; bllk fic recs

877 notes · View notes