kxsagi

[kxsagi]

hiii pookie

so I never really do this but I just wanted to express my appreciation and say you seem genuinely so sweet and kind to everyone, like in a very alluring and inviting way that just makes it feel like you’re so fun to talk to

ik ur just the most gorge girl in the universe 😔

and also reading your work is so fun! it really feels like you carry the fandom at times lol

this sounded better in my head but I needed you to know you’re appreciated 😔🩷

hiii!!!

this message made my entire week i cannot stop smiling. actually i think i might cry 😭

thank you so much for your kind words, and for taking the time to not just write out this message to me, but to also read my works!!! you make me want to only keep going and continue writing, and this is why i love my blog, writing, and being here on tumblr.

i love being able to make people laugh, giggle, blush, kick their feet, but i also love spreading positive energy and making friends with similar interests (delusions) as me lol! i have already met so many wonderful people and i am so so so grateful for love like this, i never take it for granted and it means so much 🥹🫶🏻

i know you have the face card of a lana del rey and the weeknd song too girl, i can feel your energy through the screen and it's so refreshing like 😩😩😩

i love you so so so much and you are appreciated even more, love!!! have the best day/night and week and month and year and everything after that!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[kxsagi]

I'm late and just saw the leaks, i fear isagi's gonna ate the whole u-20 arc bro

NO HE LOOKS LIKE SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE FROM THE PICS I'VE SEEN

I ONLY SAW THEM ON TIK TOK BUT I NEED HAPPY ISAGI OR I'M GONNA CRY MY BABY BOY IS SO ADORABLE

[kxsagi]

9HMYG6AT WAIT WE'RE MUTYALS HELLLLOOOOOOOOOOO 😻😻😻😻🥰🥰🥰🌹

YESSS WE AREEEEEEEEEEE 💋💋💋

FREAKY MUTUALS 😛😛😛

[kxsagi]

I love you so much let’s go get ice cream

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TOOOOO, ICE CREAM DATE IT IS 🍨🍦🤍

[kxsagi]

Sometimes I have very terrible days then I remember your posts exist then suddenly everything's not so heavy anymore because I have something to make me happy and giggle and kick my feet 😈

look at my husband. He's so beautiful isn't he 🥰

𝓘𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮....

this made me smile so hard UGH REAL MEN COULD NEVER

i'm glad i can make you feel better lovey, you make me happy and giggle and kick my feet too 💜💜💜

yes your husband is 𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬, i too would fall for reo like those stupid girls at his school, but he's 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮-𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼

[kxsagi]

THIS BACK ARCH GOOD LORD

white hair isagi is so umderrated ...btw. he looksnso majestic here...

that back arch is nothing compared to what i'm like in bed with him like my arch is full on that devil's bridge in germany TRUST ✌️

oh my white haired isagi makes my legs weak... me after being in an enclosed space with him for 24 hours: 👩🏻‍🦽

[kxsagi]

why is he so.. yummy

hontoni... sank yuu (the only japanese i know/j)

HIS BACK OMG I NEED TO FEEL HIS LATS IN MISSIONA-

uh i needa stop exposing isagi and i's private life haha woah what am i doing 🧍🏻‍♀️😒

privacy kura, ever heard of that? 🙄

[kxsagi]

ISAGI'S SIDE PROFILE 🤤😻👅👅

IM OS FREAKY. HOLD ME BACKKK

THE BURGER PICTURE I'M CRYING I ACTUALLY CAN'T NO

GO BACK TO SAE GIRL, ISAGI IS MINE

[kxsagi]

I was looking for a job and then I found a job😢

NOOOO NOT THE J*B 😰

okay i shouldn't be talking bc i have a job too but like... my advice for staying sane? romanticizing it or just pretending you're a video game character like sims or smth idk 🧍🏻‍♀️

and hey, you're getting paid so like... you get to buy all the stuff you want 😍

[kxsagi]

Whatever shall we do with this specimen ma'am?

(going feral)

how about nobody touch him, only me 🥰

this is ALL for ME 😍

yes, i'm being greedy, call me miss possessive by the way i'll tell you to look at the floor or ceiling or anyone else who walks in

[kxsagi]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJ_aYaZsrNd/?igsh=eWF1cTF0andkcXF2

SOMEONE SAID "whatever keeps the fandom alive" AND I'M JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW I SAW A SOCCER BALL

[kxsagi]

Okay so like.. I'm happy bc the amazing world of Gumball is back but I don't want to see this clown

i almost shat myself.

WHY IS HIS HAND SO TINY BOY GET BACK IN THE SEWER AND STAY DOWN THERE YOU MUSTY STINKY AHH 😟

[kxsagi]

hello (≧▽≦), can i make a small request abt sae, rin or karasu where reader has big boobs and sometimes and they somehow ended up looking at her boobs? like, they could be talking abt a something random with reader and it just happens. ( srry if my request it’s not well written or understandable, english is not my native language ╥_╥ )

“𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫”

a/n: i remember i helped babysit a preschool for community service and my boob size is like… normal ig? and this little boy pointed at my chest and said “boobies!” LIKE WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS AND WHAT ARE THEY TEACHING YOU???

and shidou would totally own that zumiez merch with their "i ❤️ boobies" design and wear it shamelessly 😭

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, karasu tabito, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei

itoshi sae

the two of you were casually walking through the grocery store, chatting about what to cook for dinner. 

“i think we should do pasta,” you said. “with garlic bread. and salad. ooh, and those tiny mozzarella balls–” 

you turned to look at him and found him staring. not at your face. 

his eyes were so intensely focused on your chest you’d think there was a crossword puzzle written across your boobs. 

“sae.” 

nothing. 

“sae.” 

“hm?” he said, finally blinking like you pulled him out of a VR headset. 

“what the hell are you looking at?” 

“i thought i saw a stain on your shirt,” he muttered, expression flat like he wasn’t just mentally composing a sonnet to your cleavage. 

“a stain?” 

“yup.” 

“what kind of stain?” 

“existential.” 

you stood there flabbergasted while he just pushed the cart and kept walking like nothing happened. 

later, as you cooked, he came up behind you and whispered, “boobzilla strikes again.” 

you smacked him with a spatula. he dodged it. barely. 

itoshi rin

you were sitting on the floor with him in your living room, showing him a childhood photo album because you were bonding, okay? 

“this is me in kindergarten,” you said, flipping the page. “and this is me in third grade. i was obsessed with dolphins.” 

“huh,” he grunted, eyes scanning the photos… until they weren't. 

his gaze dipped for half a second, just a flicker. a brief, tragic lapse in self-control. and you saw it. 

“rin.” 

he looked up so fast his neck cracked. “yeah?” 

“you looked.” 

“i didn’t.” 

“you blinked directly at my boobs.” 

“i blinked past them.” 

“there’s no past them. they’re in front of me.” 

rin turned into a brick wall. stopped speaking. went so still you could’ve mistaken him for a wax statue. 

for the next ten minutes, he avoided looking below your chin like your boobs were medusa. 

you turned to him and said, “they’re not going to bite you.” 

“yet,” he whispered, completely serious. 

karasu tabito

you were having a serious convo about rent prices and gentrification. serious. 

“they turned that ramen shop into a vape store. a vape store, tabi. do you know what this means?” 

“yes,” he said slowly, clearly not listening. 

you leaned in, waiting for a deep, insightful comment. instead, his eyes drifted down like they were physically pulled by gravity. 

“karasu.” 

“y’know,” he said, blinking like he just woke up and ignoring how he used his last name instead. “i could fit a whole bowl of ramen on your boobs.” 

“i was talking about capitalism.” 

“and i’m talking about your assets, baby.” 

you smacked him with a throw pillow. 

“what?! don’t act like you didn’t bless me with the view. god gave you those like a cheat code.” 

he winked and then dramatically fake-fainted onto the couch like he was dying of thirst. 

every time you wear a low-cut top, he salutes you like you just did a public service. 

isagi yoichi

you were watching a documentary together, fully invested in the plot. meanwhile, isagi was trying his best to be a respectful man of society. 

you were explaining something on screen, leaning forward a little, and your top shifted just slightly. 

and his brain just… froze. like, buffering. 

you noticed immediately. “yoichi?” 

“huh?” 

“what did i just say?” 

“uhhh... the environment?” 

“we’re watching a documentary on japanese vending machines.” 

“right. yep. vending machines are... bad for the climate?” 

you narrowed your eyes, arms crossed (which only made things worse), and he panicked. 

“i wasn’t–! it was–! i didn’t mean to!!” 

now he’s waving his hands like he’s trying to swat guilt away. 

“my eyes were just following the light source!” 

“what light source?” 

“you. you’re the light of my life.” 

man really tried to romance his way out of being caught. 

it worked. barely. 

kaiser michael

you were arguing about something stupid, like which fast food fries were superior. 

“waffle fries are elite,” you insisted. 

“they’re pretentious,” he said. “pick a shape and commit.” 

and somewhere in the middle of your passionate defense of curly fries, his eyes trailed southward like his pupils had minds of their own. 

he didn’t even try to hide it. 

“stop looking at my boobs.” 

“i’m not,” he said, not even blinking. 

“you are.” 

“i’m admiring the passion in your voice,” he smirked. “it just happens to echo really well off your chest.” 

“kaiser.” 

“what? you’re giving boob TED talk energy right now. it’s inspiring.” 

you hit him with a fry. he caught it in his mouth and winked. 

“your arguments are strong,” he said. “but your boobs? stronger.” 

he would definitely make up fake awards like “best visual presentation” and hand them to you while bowing dramatically. 

shidou ryusei

you were showing him how to make pancakes. flour on your cheek, spatula in hand, adorable domestic energy. 

he was pretending to help, mostly eating the batter and poking your sides. 

“you’re not even paying attention,” you sighed. 

“i am,” he said, leaning against the counter and watching you flip a pancake. 

but then you leaned to grab a plate and… yeah. his brain went full caveman. 

“BOOBS,” he said out loud. just. said it. 

“excuse me?” 

“uh– BOOP. i said boop.” 

“you said boobs.” 

“boop-boobs. it’s a pancake term. very official.” 

you gave him a death glare. 

he grinned, grabbed a strawberry, and placed it gently on your cleavage like it was a shrine. 

“for the gods,” he whispered. 

you whacked him with the spatula. 

he licked the strawberry off. 

he lives with zero shame and zero fear of death. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kxsagi]

Hey how would blue lock boys (Rin, Reo, Sae, Isagi, Michael and Yuki) react to their son taking his first steps pls.

"𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

a/n: awww this sounds so cute! tik tok ruined the title song for me but the lyrics are fitting for this request 🙂‍↕️

ft. itoshi rin, mikage reo, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, yukimiya kenyu

itoshi rin

he doesn’t react at first. just squints across the living room like your baby just challenged him to a duel. 

“what is he doing?” rin asks flatly. 

you’re like, “he’s walking.” 

“no, he’s not. he’s throwing himself forward with hope.” 

your son, brave little soldier, launches into an awkward, wobbly step, and lands square on his diapered ass. 

rin sighs like he just witnessed tactical failure on a battlefield. he even rubs his temple. “i told you. weak ankles. needs core training. i’ve been saying it for months.” 

you: “he literally just turned one.” 

the baby tries again and makes it three steps. right to rin. 

now rin’s frozen like this is some anime flashback scene. his eyes are wide. he’s malfunctioning. 

your son reaches him, giggling, grabs onto his sweatpants for balance. 

rin very stiffly picks him up, holds him out like a museum exhibit. 

“he has potential,” he mutters. 

he won’t say it out loud, but he watches the video of that moment later, over 17 times, alone in the dark with airpods in and his hand over his mouth like he’s reliving the birth of the universe. 

mikage reo

reo is acting like your child is about to walk the victoria’s secret runway. 

he’s holding up his phone camera at every possible angle, narrating like it’s project runway for babies. 

“okay, my little mogul, serve. give us WOBBLE. give us STAGGER. and yes, baby, the DISMOUNT? ICONIC.” 

your daughter takes two unsure steps, and reo SCREAMS. 

you think something’s wrong because he literally fell to his knees. 

“THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE MOMENT. THIS IS THE COVER OF MIKAGE MAGAZINE.” 

confetti cannons. no literally, he had them delivered same-day. 

he facetimes nagi, shouting, “BRO, OUR SON CAN WALK!!” 

nagi: “he’s not my son.” 

reo: “he’s everyone’s son. we’re building an empire.” 

then he pulls out a mood board for the baby’s future. “okay, i’m thinking modeling career by age three. sneaker brand by five. junior startup entrepreneur by seven. she’ll walk into the stock market and never leave.” 

you: “… or she could just be a baby.” 

reo: “not when she walks like that.” 

itoshi sae

sae does not react like a normal person. 

he’s sitting on the couch, sipping tea, scrolling through transfer rumors like a bored CEO, and he hears you gasp. 

you: “sae. he’s walking.” 

sae, not looking up: “good. gravity finally lost.” 

your son, teetering like a baby penguin, takes his first step. then a second. 

sae glances up… pauses… then casually starts recording on his phone without moving. 

“mm. decent foot placement. posture’s a little off. and where’s the composure?” 

you: “he’s a baby.” 

sae: “babies can have composure. mine should.” 

when your son stumbles into the couch and collapses, giggling? sae leans over and picks him up by the armpits like he’s handling a prized trophy. 

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” he mutters, poking your son’s cheek. 

later he edits the footage into a slow-mo black and white video, adds piano music, and sends it to rin with the caption: “my son walks with more purpose than you ever played with.” 

you swear you hear him chuckling to himself while watching it again in bed. 

isagi yoichi

this man goes feral. 

he doesn’t even wait for the baby to fully commit to walking, he sees one leg lift off the ground and he SCREAMS. 

“BABY. OH MY GOSH. BABY HE’S– HE’S WALKING. HE’S ACTUALLY DOING IT.” 

you: “yoichi. he took like half a step.” 

“EXACTLY. THE MOMENTUM IS THERE. THE DREAM IS ALIVE.” 

he immediately runs to grab the camcorder. yes. he bought a camcorder. “we’re going retro. it makes the moment more cinematic.” 

when your baby makes it four steps, isagi gasps like he’s witnessing a marriage proposal in public. 

“WE’RE GOING TO NATIONALS,” he shouts. “HE’S GOT THE IT FACTOR. LOOK AT THAT GAIT.” 

then he picks the baby up and spins him like he just won player of the year. 

“do you wanna play striker or midfielder? we’ll keep your options open. you’re left-footed, right? we’ll train both. do you want a nutritionist? no pressure, of course. just breathe. i’m proud of you either way.” 

the baby spits up on his shirt. 

“that’s okay,” isagi says tearfully. “that’s the sweat of a champion.” 

kaiser michael

kaiser is laid out on the couch like a bored nobleman. 

you: “he’s about to take his first step!” 

kaiser doesn’t even look up from his phone. “call me when he takes a second.” 

but when your son actually does it? he perks up like a wolf sensing prey. 

your baby waddles, legs chonky and determined. one step. two steps. kaiser sits up. 

three steps. kaiser throws his phone across the couch. 

“WAS THAT MY GENETICS??” he bellows. “I SEE MY FOOTWORK. I SEE MY DOMINANCE.” 

he starts clapping like he’s at a boxing match in vegas. “ladies and gentlemen! the heir to the throne!” 

your son immediately faceplants. 

kaiser gasps. “no. no! you were doing so well! was it the flooring? the lighting? did someone jinx it?!” 

he rushes over and dramatically drops to his knees beside the baby. “don’t you DARE give up. not when the world is yours. you were born to walk.” 

your son sneezes. kaiser kisses his forehead and whispers, “my little lion. we march again at dawn.” 

yukimiya kenyu

yukimiya had the baby journal ready. 

he’s been documenting everything: first smile, first burp, first time the baby held his finger for longer than 1.5 seconds. 

so when your son pushes himself upright and takes that tiny first step? 

yukimiya gasps like a victorian woman fainting. “did you see that??” 

he clutches his pearls (okay, not pearls, but metaphorically). 

then he starts crying. like full tears. 

“he’s growing up. our little boy… he’s walking. soon he’ll be driving. then leaving for college. then marrying some terrible person who doesn’t deserve him–” 

you: “KEN. he just stopped crawling yesterday.” 

he gently kneels next to your son, hands over his heart. “every day with you is a miracle.” 

he makes a handmade “first steps” trophy out of play-doh and gives an emotional acceptance speech on behalf of your son while the baby chews on it. 

“i just… i never thought we’d get here so soon. i’m so proud of you. even if you become a dancer instead of a footballer. or a florist. or a scuba diver. i support you.” 

“he’s not listening, ken.” 

“a genius in the making.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kxsagi]

HII

can you do bllk boys (specifically sae, shidou and reo) w a reader who is crying over a grade and acting like it's end of the world, but when they look at the grade it's like an 86% 🙏🙏

“𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝟖𝟔% 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞”

a/n: reader in this one is me i fear

ft. itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi

itoshi sae

sae hears your loud sniffles echoing through the apartment and assumes, logically, that someone died. 

“what happened?” he asks, rushing into the living room with just the slightest hint of concern behind his usual deadpan expression. 

you’re face-down on the couch, curled up in a blanket like the world is ending. “i failed,” you choke out dramatically. 

sae raises a brow. “failed what?” 

you thrust your phone at him with trembling hands. 

he looks. then he blinks. “… this is an 86.” 

“AN EIGHTY-SIX,” you sob like you're starring in a historical tragedy. “I DESERVED AN A!! I DESERVED A NINETY-FIVE AT LEAST–” 

he just stares at you for a solid five seconds. 

“you’re crying like you got a restraining order, not a B plus.” 

sits on the floor next to the couch and flicks your forehead gently. “don’t waste your tears. save them for something serious. like when i retire.” 

but he does bring you your favorite snack and lets you sulk dramatically on his chest while he scrolls through his phone. 

“eighty-six,” he mutters again under his breath, still slightly baffled. “you’re unwell.” 

shidou ryusei

he walks in to find you on the floor, half-buried under a pile of notebooks and sobbing like the apocalypse hit. 

“WOAH. did someone dump you?” 

“NO,” you wail. “I GOT MY TEST GRADE BACK.” 

“damn. that bad, huh?” 

he picks up your phone from where it fell and glances at the screen. “babe. this is an eighty-six.” 

“I KNOW,” you cry, rocking back and forth like a medieval peasant in despair. “I’M A FAILURE. A DISGRACE. I SHOULDN’T EVEN BE ENROLLED–” 

“you know i’ve never scored over a 70 in my life, right?” 

“and that’s why you’re you and i’m failing algebra!!” 

shidou full-on cackles. “yo, you’re dramatic as hell. i like it.” 

flops down next to you on the floor and pulls you into his lap. 

“we should burn your textbook in protest. let’s cause chaos. vandalize the math department. make it personal.” 

“ryu, i just want an A…” 

“and i want abs, but here we are.” 

“but you do have abs!” 

eventually just tickles you until you’re laughing instead of crying. 

he still thinks your breakdown over an 86 is the funniest thing he’s ever seen. 

mikage reo

reo is the supportive boyfriend so the moment he hears you sniffle, he’s by your side in 0.5 seconds with a credit card and a comforting hand on your back. 

“what���s wrong, baby? what do you need? food? a nap? therapy? a yacht?” 

“i got my grade back,” you sniffle, teary-eyed. 

“okay, okay, we’ll fix it– wait.” he checks your laptop. blinks. reads it again. “… an eighty-six?” 

“IT’S SO EMBARRASSING,” you wail. 

reo looks at you like you’ve personally offended his rich-person sensibilities. 

“you’re crying over a B?” 

“A B+,” you correct through sobs. “it’s not even a full A. i’m useless.” 

“babe. be serious. you’re dating me. clearly you’re full of good choices.” 

wraps you in a giant cashmere blanket and orders your favorite dessert immediately. 

“listen, we can hire a private tutor, a therapist, and a hitman if needed, okay?” 

still buys you a ‘#1 smartie’ trophy and makes you keep it on your desk as a joke. 

kisses your forehead. “next time you cry over an 86, i’m billing you for emotional damage.” 

nagi seishiro

stares blankly at your sobbing form from the doorway. “did someone die?” 

you shake your head, sniffling violently. 

“then why are you crying?” 

you show him your grade. he stares. “… isn’t this good?” 

“it’s not perfect,” you say, wiping your nose. 

nagi, who has never tried harder than 50% on anything in his life, just tilts his head. 

“looks like a passing grade to me.” 

flops onto the couch next to you and steals your blanket. 

“wake me up when you’re done overreacting.” 

later sends you a meme that says “you vs the guy she told you not to worry about” with your grade and his 42% next to it. 

isagi yoichi

he rushes in like a worried golden retriever. “are you okay? what happened?? did someone say something to you???” 

you show him the screen. he stares. stares harder. 

“baby… this is an 86. you’re literally doing better than my ENTIRE high school career.” 

you sniff. “but i studied so hard.” 

“and it paid off??” 

you pout. “not enough.” 

isagi pats your head gently like you’re a distressed puppy. “you’re the only person i know who’d cry over a grade like this.” 

then he starts hyping you up aggressively. “you’re so smart. you’re the genius of my life. you’re basically a scholar. you’re the protagonist of my academic redemption arc.” 

kisses your temple. “let’s frame it and write ‘we’re proud of you’ on the bottom.” 

you hit him with a pillow. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kxsagi]

Good day 😊😊 I hope you stay healthy I really like your head cannons and oneshots this is also the first time I'm requesting a headcannon.

Is it alright if I could request blue lock characters in an interview(the usual characters you write for) and the interviewer asked him if scoring a goal was better than making love. Just like that one interview of Ronaldo when he was asked if his goal was better than making love. Thank you for hearing my request.

If you feel uncomfortable with doing this please don't I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

“𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?”

a/n: THE FACT THAT I KNOW WHAT INTERVIEW YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT

ronaldo was like “with my gio? no” LIKE DAMNN MAY THIS LOVE FIND ME

suggestive content inside! 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei

isagi yoichi

“isagi, is scoring a goal better than making love?” 

“HUH?!” his voice cracks. 

the camera catches the way he goes rigid, eyes wide like someone just caught him with 14 tabs of ‘how to flirt’ open. he stammers. laughs nervously. drinks water. drinks more water. 

“i mean, that’s a weird question, right? can you even say that on camera?” 

but the audience is laughing, and the interviewer isn’t letting it go, so he wipes his palms on his pants and clears his throat. 

“okay, okay,” he says, visibly panicking. “so scoring is, like, a dream, right? a once-in-a-lifetime kind of rush. it’s loud, fast, boom, you’re a hero.” 

then he leans forward, cheeks burning, voice softer. 

“but making love… with the person you love… that’s different. it’s not loud. it’s quiet. warm. it’s like you can breathe again. like you finally came home.” 

people in the audience melt. a woman literally swoons. 

he tries to keep it cool but adds, “... and she smells really good, so… yeah. making love with her wins.” 

you text him: “you think i smell good? 🥹” 

he calls you from the green room in a panic: “WAIT DID YOU SEE THAT LIVE?!” 

itoshi rin

“scoring a goal or making love?” 

rin stares at the interviewer with that tired, unimpressed expression like he’s just been asked if grass is green. 

“a goal,” he says flatly. 

some fans in the studio gasp. one girl in the back whispers, “he’s so cold 😩” 

but then– 

“unless it’s with her.” 

the room goes silent. interviewer blinks. 

“i don’t waste my time on anything meaningless,” he says bluntly. “a goal is tactical. controlled. you calculate every angle. it’s all precision. 

but with her? it’s instinct. it’s messy. it’s chaotic. it’s–” he catches himself and coughs. “... it’s better. because it’s her.” 

camera pans to a guy crying in the third row. 

rin looks at the camera with his usual dead stare and just says: “plus she doesn’t dive for fouls like half the defenders out there.” 

you text him: “did you really just call me better than professional athletes?”  

rin: “yes. it’s the highest compliment.” 

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t even blink. “goal,” he says instantly, smooth and nonchalant like he’s answering what day it is. 

the interviewer raises an eyebrow. “not making love?” 

sae tilts his head. smirks. “i said goal. but only because you didn’t specify with who.” 

audible gasping. 

“with strangers? boring. with someone who doesn’t know how to kiss properly? pass. but with her?” 

he folds his arms and shrugs. “i’d bench myself for the rest of the season if it meant i get to spend more time with her in bed.” 

the audience collectively goes: 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️ 

“and she always looks at me like i’m the only thing in the world when we’re together,” he says casually, “so yeah. it’s worth more than a goal.” 

then, in true itoshi fashion, he adds, “but she gets smug about it, so don’t tell her.” 

you post a selfie with the caption: “when he says you’re better than football 🥰” 

sae replies: “delete that before i block you.” 

kaiser michael

kaiser sits up with a smirk like the question was crafted in a lab just for him. 

“is scoring a goal better than making love?” 

“depends,” he purrs, “is the goal from midfield or are we talking full-body contact sport?” 

the interviewer’s already sweating. so is his PR manager. 

kaiser continues, smug as ever. 

“scoring a goal gets you the front page. making love to her? that gets me heaven, hell, and everything in between.” 

the audience is screaming. he loves it. 

“a goal’s exciting,” he adds, eyes glinting, “but it’s over fast. with her? it’s a 90-minute match with overtime.” 

then, the cherry on top: “she’s my trophy.” 

not this man turning foreplay into a champions league metaphor. 

he texts you mid-commercial break: “wanna practice extra time tonight?” 

mikage reo

reo gasps like he’s been asked to choose between his parents. “that’s not fair! goals are amazing!” 

he throws his hands up dramatically. “the crowd, the energy, the lights… it’s like boom, you’re a god for a second!” 

he spins in his chair for no reason. “but making love?” he sighs, dreamily. “that’s divine. intimate. personal. like scoring a goal only she gets to see.” 

he places a hand on his chest like he’s in a k-drama. “i don’t just love her, i adore her. and when she smiles at me after, it’s like i won the whole damn league.” 

the interviewer is frozen. reo is in full romcom mode. 

then he pauses, smirks, and adds, “also, she moans my name way prettier than any announcer ever could.” 

nagi from the corner: “bro.” 

reo: “i speak only the truth.” 

nagi seishiro

“scoring a goal or making love?” 

he blinks slowly. “ugh… both are tiring,” he mumbles. 

the audience laughs. he does not. 

“scoring’s nice. less work. more clapping. confetti sometimes.” 

he tilts his head. “but she gives me snacks after. and head pats. and sometimes lets me nap on her chest.” 

people in the audience are crying from laughter. 

nagi continues, dead serious. “and when i roll over and fall asleep, she tucks the blanket over my back.” 

he pauses. “goals don’t do that.” 

a single tear slides down someone’s cheek. 

nagi nods like he just won the nobel prize for romance. 

you text him: “so i win?” 

him: “yes. i’m too lazy to lie.” 

shidou ryusei

“is scoring a goal better than making love?” 

he leans in, grinning like the devil’s favorite problem child. “depends,” he purrs, “am i scoring the goal with my foot or my hips?” 

the camera cuts to the poor PR rep in the corner, mouthing “no no no–” 

“don’t get me wrong,” shidou continues, licking his teeth, “a goal’s hot. you feel that rush? that explosion?” 

“but have you ever had her wrapped around you like a prayer?” 

THE ROOM ERUPTS. 

“she makes the prettiest sounds when i win,” he smirks. “and trust me, i always win.” 

someone in the crowd literally chokes. 

“she scratches my back like i’m her personal jungle gym. that’s better than a goal. by far.” 

interviewer: “... do you ever think before you speak?” 

shidou: “do you think while making love?” 

cameraman drops the camera. chaos ensues. 

you text him: “you’re done. i’m not letting you on TV ever again.” 

him: “how about you come tell me that while wrapped around me like a prayer hm?” 

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[kxsagi]

hiiii !!! can u write smth abt the blue lock ppl seeing their s/o with a chiikawa plushie of them 🌹🌹🌹🌹

“𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬”

a/n: I WOULD KILL FOR A CHIIKAWA ISAGI PLUSH

ughhh thank you to my cousin from japan who introduced me to chiikawas they’re so cute

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, nagi seishiro

isagi yoichi

isagi opens the box you hand him and pulls out a soft, palm-sized plush that has his exact hair, comically large blue eyes, and a tiny jersey with a teeny “ISAGI 11” on it. 

he blinks. then blinks again. “why do i look like a confused rice ball,” he whispers. 

you’re trying so hard not to laugh, but the plush’s little open-mouth expression is too perfect. he looks perpetually shocked, like he just saw someone miss an open goal. 

“this is my villain origin story,” he says seriously, holding it up next to his face. “this is how people see me?” 

he starts carrying it around the house like it’s a mini-him. sometimes you’ll hear him muttering plays to it like it’s his tactical assistant. “okay, yo-chan, if the defense is in a 4-3-3…” 

when you catch him asleep on the couch with it tucked under his chin, you snap a picture. he claims he only fell asleep once. the picture says otherwise. 

itoshi rin

“what the hell is this.” 

rin is holding it with the most disgusted, betrayed expression you’ve ever seen on a human being. the chiikawa plush version of rin is EMOTIONLESS – straight-line mouth, dull green eyes, arms by its side like it’s judging you. 

“i look like i just filed my taxes.” 

“you look adorable,” you giggle, poking its little tuft of hair. 

“don’t.” 

but he doesn’t hand it back either. instead, he sits down, plush still in his hand, staring at it like it just insulted his flow state form. 

days later, you find it sitting on top of his protein powder tub, with his game controller facing it, like it’s watching him play. 

“is that… your emotional support you?” 

he won’t answer. but you spot it in his gym bag the next morning. 

kaiser michael

“oh. mein. gott.” 

kaiser holds up the chiikawa plush like it’s a sacred relic. “is this my soul in material form?” he asks dramatically. “this is perfection. look at the smirk. the confidence. the tiny BM jacket.” 

the plush is grinning like it just scammed people and got away with it. it has kaiser’s blue streaks in his hair, a tiny smirk, and its little hands on its hips. 

he immediately posts it on instagram with the caption: “even as a plush, i'm still the most iconic person in the room.” 

he makes it his keychain. fans start showing up to games with their own plush-kaisers. you regret everything. 

when you try to borrow it one day, he snatches it back. 

“no. he only rides with me. he’s my co-pilot. i talk to him when you and ness are being annoying.” 

bachira meguru

bachira’s eyes light up like a thousand fireflies the moment he sees it. 

“IT’S ME!!!” he screeches, clutching it to his chest. the plush has the biggest smile, wild hair, and stars in its eyes. 

“he looks like he’d eat crayons and still be the smartest one in the group,” you comment. 

“that’s my spirit animal.” 

he makes a tiny hammock for it out of string and hangs it in his room. whenever you come over, you have to “greet mini meguru” or he won’t let you in. 

sometimes you’ll see him talking to it like a puppet show. 

“hey hey, what should we have for dinner?” mini meguru: stares “ramen? good choice!” 

you once caught him trying to tie a string around its hand to make it do a bicycle kick. it ended with him tangled in yarn and the plush on the ceiling fan. 

itoshi sae

sae stares at the plush for a full ten seconds, silent. “… what is this slander.” 

the chiikawa plush of him has half-lidded eyes, no smile just pursed lips, and arms that look like they gave up on life. 

“this is how people see me? do i look like a depressed tamagotchi to you?” 

“a little bit,” you admit, cackling. 

he rolls his eyes and sets it down… gently. and later that night, it somehow ends up on his pillow. 

“it’s not like i like it or anything,” he mutters when you catch him fixing its little plush bangs. 

next day, you see it buckled in the passenger seat of his car. 

“safety first,” he says, without making eye contact. 

shidou ryusei

“OH HELL YEAH.” 

he snatches it before you even finish unwrapping it. the chiikawa version of shidou looks like it’s ready to commit crimes. its smile is deranged. hair’s messy. eyes wide. you’re kind of afraid of it. 

“look at him. pure chaos. i love him.” 

he names it “murder bean.” 

he uses it to prank people. leaves it in the fridge. hides it in rin’s locker. you once woke up with it sitting on your chest. 

“he’s my son now,” he says proudly. 

“he has your bloodthirsty aura,” you admit. 

“exactly. little man’s already gotten a red card in my heart.” 

he sews it a tiny tattoo sleeve out of sharpie and starts making plush goals so “murder bean” can practice his scissor kicks. someone help him. 

mikage reo

“okay but… why is it so CUTE???” 

he holds the plush like it’s a baby chick. the chiikawa version of reo is sparkly-eyed, grinning, and has a little plush wallet sewn onto it. it jingles. 

“wait, it comes with fake money?” 

you nod. 

“i’m obsessed,” he declares immediately. 

starts calling it “little boss.” keeps it in his blazer pocket like a mob boss with his heir. 

“little boss says i should buy you something,” he tells you with a wink. 

you roll your eyes, but “little boss” gets you a new phone case. 

he makes plush! reo part of all his outfits. sometimes he even poses him next to his new shoes and captions it “we stay dripped.” 

nagi seishiro

“eh… that’s too much energy for me.” 

nagi squints at the plushie of himself like it just asked him to stand up. the plush is floppy, lazy-eyed, with its mouth in a small ‘o’ like it just yawned. 

“… actually, never mind. that’s pretty accurate.” 

he starts carrying it around because “if i’m tired, he can nap for me.” 

you’ll find him using it as a phone stand. or resting it on his chest like a plush bro. “he gets me,” nagi says. 

one time, you ask where it is and he points to the bed. “he’s sleeping in. said he didn’t wanna deal with reo today.” 

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