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[luvsymai]

Summer’s Over

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[luvsymai]

#. THE 'MY EX KEEPS TEXTING ME' AGENDA

featuring 𝗲𝘅!𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff. they said leave the past behind you... well, it’s kind of hard when your supposed past keeps texting you about roblox, buys you welkin, and accidentally makes you fall for him again.

2025 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[luvsymai]

eyes on you. ☆ blue lock ── ★ ˙🍒 ̟ !!

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

based on this request.

✦ synopsis: in the photo booth, you expect cute couple pictures — except your boyfriend just can’t seem to take his eyes off you.

✦ contains: fluff, lovesick staring, mutual pining.

✦ word count: 1.2k words.

read more: masterlist — blue lock.

── ✦ isagi yoichi .

he’s there. smiling, like you told him to. sitting properly, leaning in, his arm slung around you, that classic easy grin on his face.

except… not once does he look at the camera.

the countdown starts and you adjust your hair, glancing up at the screen. “smile!” you remind brightly.

he is smiling — so wide, so bright — just… at you. not the camera. not even for a second.

you frown a little, peeking at the screen as the photo flashes up. huh. okay, maybe it’s just the first one — he probably just got distracted. you scoot closer to him, straightened up, ready for the next one.

click.

same thing. that dumb, ridiculously soft smile, and his gaze? still stuck on you like you’re the only thing that exists in the whole damn world.

the third photo goes off and you don’t even bother fixing your hair anymore — you’re too busy laughing. “yoichi… you didn’t look at the camera at all.”

he blinks, finally breaking out of his lovestruck trance, still wearing that ridiculous, in-love smile that makes your heart flutter. “oh… i wasn’t?” he asks, like he genuinely didn’t realise.

“no!” you huff, half-scolding, half-laughing, shaking your head in disbelief.

he shrugs, completely unapologetic, that dopey smile only widening. “you told me to smile. didn’t say for who.”

and he has the audacity to keep smiling like that, unbothered, eyes soft and warm, completely, hopelessly locked on you like you’re the only thing worth seeing.

── ✦ itoshi rin .

“okay, we’re starting,” you say, flipping through filters, “pose!”

but rin doesn’t move. doesn’t pose.

he’s just… staring.

from the moment he sat down, everything else seemed to fade out — the camera, the filters, the silly props — it all blurs into background noise. because you’re sitting beside him, laughing under your breath, and his gaze just sticks to you like glue.

“rin?” you call, side-eyeing him when you notice he hasn’t even blinked.

click.

he flinches, the flash snapping him back for a second. his jaw tightens. “shit.”

you glance at the screen, biting back a grin, and yep — there it is. you, looking all bright and happy, and rin… completely deadpan, cheeks tinged slightly pink, eyes glued to you.

you snort, leaning into him. “you weren’t even looking at the camera,” you point out, fighting back a laugh.

he lies, stiffly, trying to save face, “i was.”

“no, you weren’t.”

he crosses his arms, muttering under his breath, “not my fault you’re distracting.” and it’s so soft, so begrudgingly honest you can’t even tease him for it.

the next countdown starts again and you shake your head fondly, waiting to see if he’ll at least try this time.

but noooo. his gaze drifts right back to you, like muscle memory, like it’s inevitable. and you don’t even bother correcting him when he’s so lost in his own world admiring you.

── ✦ itoshi sae .

sae doesn’t even try. you’re posing, fixing your hair, pointing at the screen — and he’s just… gazing at you. shamelessly. not even attempting to play along. he looks like a mannequin, perfectly in place because you posed him there — shoulder tilted just right, fingers half-curled at his chin, like a cardboard cutout.

but his eyes? they’re on you. never wavered once.

you’re fussing with your hair, picking which filter to use, half-laughing at the ridiculous frames.

flash.

sae’s relaxed, head slightly tilted, expression softer than usual but still wearing that little smile, eyes lazily drinking you in like you’re the only thing in the room.

every photo, it’s the same thing — him, effortless, relaxed and way too in love, you doing half the work of posing for two.

the photo strip slides out. you laugh, nudging his knee.

“why do you look like you’re in love and i look like a clown?” you grumble, looking at the photos.

he shrugs, casual as ever. “i am. and you don’t look like a clown.”

his lips curve, slow and fond. “you look great. like always.”

and it’s so plain, so straightforward, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. like the camera wasn’t worth his attention — not when you were right there.

── ✦ nagi seishiro .

he’s got his arms all around you, chin tucked lazily on your shoulder, half-lidded eyes watching you fuss with the screen.

“sei, sit up,” you nudge, “pose properly!”

he sits up halfway, just enough to make you happy. the camera counts down — 3, 2, 1 — and you smile.

but nagi? he doesn’t even bother looking forward.

he’s just there, staring at you. completely, utterly focused. like the whole world got reduced to your little smile.

click.

you let out a sigh, already knowing what’s coming before you glance at the screen.

“sei,” you shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips, “you were supposed to look at the camera.”

“but i wanna look at you,” he mumbles, slouching again, his head pressing back onto your shoulder, like that settles the matter entirely.

he blinks slow, arms tightening around your waist again, clearly content to just cling to you while you actually pose for the camera.

then he presses his cheek to yours. “you’re pretty.”

and every photo after just captures you posing, and him half-asleep, half-obsessed with you, like even a blinking light couldn’t make him turn away.

── ✦ mikage reo .

reo’s excited from the start, grabbing props, pulling you close, hyping you up.

first picture? you both pose, grinning wildly, messing around with the props.

second? reo starts turning his head ever so slightly, gaze locked onto yours.

third? he’s already full-on staring at you, smile softer now, more in awe than goofy.

fourth? completely facing you, eyes glittering like you’re his whole world. he looked like a lovestruck idiot.

you blink at the photo strip. “reo… you weren’t even looking at the camera after the first one.”

he grins, bright and unashamed. “you looked too good. i got distracted.”

you roll your eyes, laughing. “you’re unbelievable.”

he’s already sliding another coin into the machine.

“again?” you ask, laughing.

“yeah,” he winks, “gotta get more pictures of me falling for you all over again in real time.”

and the next set is just the same, you posing properly, and reo turning to stare at you like every second you laugh is another reason he’s going headfirst over heels.

── ✦ michael kaiser .

kaiser slouches into the seat, arms crossed, bored expression plastered across his face.

“this is a waste of time,” he grumbles.

“oh, relax, it’ll be fun,” you grin, adjusting the filters, flipping through cute frames. you glance at him, all bright and excited, and your smile? god. it hits him like a punch to the chest.

the countdown starts — 3, 2…

kaiser doesn’t even notice. doesn’t care. his whole world narrows down to the curve of your smile, the sparkle in your eye, the way your nose crinkles slightly as you laugh.

click.

“mihya?” you call, nudging his side.

no response.

“helloo? earth to michael?”

he jolts slightly, dragging his eyes away from you for half a second before flicking back.

“huh?”

the photos appear on the screen — your gorgeous, camera-ready grin… and him, zoned out, completely absorbed, like he forgot reality existed.

you snort, “you blanked out.”

he just hums, clearing his throat as he watches you. “yeah… you do that to me.”

you point at the next countdown. “look at the camera this time.”

he doesn’t. not even a little bit.

his only excuse? “couldn’t help it, not when you smiled at me like that.”

you were just happy that you got that on camera — him, completely, and utterly in love with you.

© sinsxo , dividers by @enchanthings & @uzmacchiato.

[luvsymai]

HIHI neon I LOVEEE your works 💖💖

I wanted to request a Rin x reader one where Readers like a MASSIVE fan of him. And like collects bllk merchandise of her bf, like keychains, figurines, jersey, posters, and plushies. All of it.

Readers also REALLY shy and tries to keep it a secret but Rin finds out one day and the reader kills herself from embarrassment/j 😛😛

cuteeeeee tysm for the request!!

winner of all fangirls

ft. itoshi rin

cw. fem!reader but it’s not specified. crack + fluff. rin calls you creepy (endearing)

rin didn’t really get the whole merch thing. yeah, he’s seen people buy jerseys and stuff, but he never thought about it past that. it didn’t make sense for someone to want to wear his number around, showing him off like he belonged to them. all he wanted was to play soccer.

which is why it completely blindsided him when he walked into your apartment for the first time and finds a lot of himself in it.

a jersey hanging on the wall. more than a few keychains on your bag. a signed poster—his poster—framed by your desk. and not one, but six plushies and figures of him sitting on and around your bed. the largest of the bunch stared soullessly at him like some kind of cursed twin used in dark magic rituals.

you froze in the doorway behind him, stomach dropping straight into hell. “rin.”

“hm?” he glanced over his shoulder, completely deadpan, like he wasn’t surrounded by himself.

“don’t. look.”

“… i’m already looking.”

you contemplated spontaneous combustion.

“so… you’re a fan.” he said it flatly, like he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or deeply concerned.

“was! i was a fan. i’m not anymore. actually, i hate you now. leave.” you blurted, face too red as you started tugging on his arm to pull him away from your bedroom.

rin blinked at you. “you have plushies of me.”

“they’re ironic!” you squeaked, voice hitting an octave you didn’t know you could reach.

he bent down, picking one of the plushie up with the most judgmental look imaginable. you were surprised he wasn’t using two fingers to avoid touching it more.

he turned toward you, expression unchanging. “this doesn’t feel ironic.”

you immediately buried your face in your hands, half ready to cry, half ready to launch yourself out the window. both sounded equally entertaining.

meanwhile rin just… stared at you for a second. then he let out this quiet huff that was almost a laugh and said, “you’re ridiculous.”

he set the plush back down and walked over, gently tugging your hands away from your face.

“don’t be embarrassed.” his voice was softer now. “it’s… kinda sweet. creepy, but sweet.”

you glared up at him, cheeks burning. “you’re never allowed to speak of this again.”

rin smirked the tiniest bit, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “no promises.”

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[luvsymai]

isagi with a reader who’s super affectionate and clingy to him? they’re always kissing his cheeks or lips and just basically super loving and calling him cute and stuff?

yesss cute fluffy isagi 🥹 thank you for the req!

professional complimenter

isagi yoichi x gn!reader (who is very clingy). fluff! ooc isagi

isagi thought you were ridiculous most days when you hung off his arm or tugged his face down to kiss his cheek for the third time that hour. though he didn’t often proposition you, he never stopped you, either.

“you’re so cute,” you hummed, squishing his face between your palms to pucker his lips. “why are you so cute? what’s your problem?”

“ask my parents,” he replied, his words a little muffled with your hands on his cheeks.

he always tried to act like he was unaffected, like this wasn’t a regular occurrence. you could often be found pressing kisses to his face or hugging his back while he watched soccer matches, and isagi’s ears always went pink at your affection.

one time you climbed into his lap just to cup his face and go, “cutie.” isagi’s first instinct was to hide his face and call you a liar, but then you kissed his nose and said it again.

“stop,” he said halfheartedly, covering his ears to hide the redness. he knew that wouldn’t stop you, which is exactly why he did it.

you shuffled closer and pulled his hands away, repositioning them around your waist. “no. you’re cute. live with it.”

and isagi loved it. yours words and actions have him red in the face, and you aren’t the type to ignore that.

“you’re totally blushing.”

“no, i’m not.”

“yeah, you are. great, now you’re even more adorable. what am i gonna do with you?”

he pretended to zip his lips before moving to get away from your teasing.

you caught his hand before he could get too far. “awww, you’re getting shy~”

“shut up.”

he didn’t pull away, though, and didn’t tell you to stop when clung to him and smothered him with more affection. he’d never tell you, but the soft smile was enough to express how he “secretly” wished you’d never stop.

[luvsymai]

You run a viral fanpage. He's an idol who keeps thirst-trapping in your photos. Then one grocery store encounter and an accidental follow change everything.

Idol!Gojo who you always seem to catch in compromising positions.

You’re a dedicated groupie, a common figure in a sea of paparazzi. Most idols know your handle by heart, and if they don’t know that, then they at least know your avatar when you post.

You're careful about your account, of course. Ridiculously so. Every post is watermarked, every photo scrubbed clean of metadata. Your personal socials are private, unrelated. You check every post to make sure nothing definitive is revealed. The anonymity is half the thrill – being close enough to touch the stars without ever getting burned.

You’re not famous or anything, definitely not a red carpet celebrity. But your fanpage is well known. Your photos go viral. The media’s aware of you.

Idol!Gojo is, too.

Idol!Gojo who’s never not doing something strange in one of your pictures. He’ll get hot and need to raise his shirt to wipe his forehead, or he’ll press his thumb to the corner of his smirking mouth as the light hits his silver rings, or he’ll lean back in his chair and spread his legs just right. You don’t think he does it on purpose – he’s too much of a whirlwind to plan every seductive glance – but then again, maybe that’s just what he wants you to think.

Idol!Gojo who’s at the grocery store with a hat covering his hair and sunglasses over his eyes and a mask over the bottom half of his face when he sees you, gaping. Who freezes like he’s been caught shoplifting when he locks eyes with you in the dairy aisle, holding a carton of milk like it’s evidence.

Idol!Gojo whose whole body stiffens. He knows your face, not well, but he’s seen you before, in crowds, at his concerts. He scans the aisle for cameras, for some sort of scam. Panicking at the idea that you might be one of those fans – the kind who stalk, leak addresses, sell schedules. He’s seconds from bolting.

Idol!Gojo who watches with confusion as you, flushed from head to toe, bow deeply and stammer out a quiet apology. You keep your distance. You don’t whip out your phone to take a selfie, or wrap your arms around him in a bear hug. Just fiddle through your bag for an old photocard and a pen, fumbling to offer them to him with shaking fingers and a polite request. He signs with a bemused hum. And then you’re gone with a yelped "thank you" before he can even process it, practically sprinting out of the aisle like you’ve just accidentally walked in on him in the shower.

Idol!Gojo who brings it up in a livestream a few days later, lounging on a hotel bed with messy hair and his shirt riding up his abs. “Oh man,” he laughs, “you guys ever have, like, a random encounter that’s way too pure? Like, I thought this girl was gonna, I dunno, grab my face or something– and then she just bows and runs off like she committed a crime. Cutest little fan encounter ever.” He grins into the camera and adds, “Hope she got home okay.”

Idol!Gojo who starts keeping an eye out for you after that. Not in a creepy way, not really. Just out of.. curiosity, or some sort of fascination. Because you’re always there, always front row with your phone or your camera, always glowing like the spotlight is on you instead. You never shove, never scream, never do more than smile like he’s performing just for you.

Idol!Gojo who finds himself doing more than just noticing now. Who smiles at the crowd but angles his head toward your section. Who makes finger hearts and fake pouts in your direction like he knows exactly where your lens is, because he does. Who shows up to meet-and-greets and looks for your name in the registration list, then plays it cool when he sees you in line – like oh, fancy seeing you here.

Idol!Gojo who starts signing your merch with little inside jokes. “Need help carrying that milk carton?” with a winky face. “Please don’t flee next time” under a photo card. “I looked good at the grocery store, didn't I?” scribbled over a concert shirt sleeve.

Idol!Gojo who finds out about your fan account by accident. You’d handed him a polaroid to sign, shaking fingers and blue glitter gel pen in tow. He’d thought it was cute, added a little “to my cutest fan” in the corner. But then he sees a photo of the polaroid – same angle, same lighting, same exact pen – pop up on one of his biggest fanpages.

Idol!Gojo who can’t hold back a laugh. The handwriting, the timing, the way you always seem to capture his best angles. No one could’ve had that photo but you. And no one else knows who runs the account. Just him.

Idol!Gojo who still remembers the way your ears turned red when he touched your hand a little too long. Who wonders what your voice sounds like when you’re not stammering. Who starts checking his tagged posts a little more often, looking for your icon in the corner. And when he sees it, he always saves it.

Idol!Gojo who starts bringing his best angles to your side of the stage. Who’ll make a picture-perfect move, lean down into the crowd, and think, bet she got that one. Not for the press. Not for the fans. For you.

Idol!Gojo who scrolls through your fanpage religiously now – not in a weird way, of course, just in a supportive, casually curious, artist-appreciating-his-biggest-fan sort of way. He claims it’s to “study how he looks on stage,” but somehow it’s only your posts he checks. The ones where your captions are lyrics from his songs or best day of my life!! with tons of blue heart emojis after. The ones where the camera catches his grin at just the right moment.

Idol!Gojo who, one night, is half-asleep on his couch post-rehearsal, thumb mindlessly tapping through posts on his alternate account. He’s got one arm draped lazily over the arm of the couch, the other barely managing to scroll. He sees one of your latest posts – a grainy zoom-in of him grinning straight into your lens – and his chest flutters just a little. You always caption it so cutely. Can I be delusional for a second?? AAA

Idol!Gojo who, without thinking, hits the follow button. He’s done it a million times before on this account. But this time, something goes wrong – because instead of the tiny private account he’s logged into most nights, he’s still on his verified, 50-million-plus followers main.

Idol!Gojo who doesn’t realize what he’s done until he wakes up to chaos.

His phone has exploded. Notifications on every platform, articles popping up with titles like Gojo Satoru Follows Famous Fan Account?!? and Secret Crush or Social Media Slip??. Screenshots are everywhere. Fans are dissecting your page, your photos, your identity. People are trying to guess what it means.

Idol!Gojo who groans as he scrolls through the trending tags: #FangirlFairytale, #AccidentOrDestiny, and one about a model getting hired after harassing a talent scout on the streets (he chooses to ignore the last one). His manager is furious, of course, yapping his ear off in the corner. The PR team threatens to revoke access to his account for a week (they won't. They can't, or fans will blow his inactivity out of proportion).

Idol!Gojo who mutters a curse and lets his head fall back against a throw pillow. He could unfollow. That’d be the smart thing, the clean thing. The easy thing.

Idol!Gojo who does not unfollow.

Instead, he types out a post that just says Guess I’ve got a type😉 and lets the world spiral further into chaos. Luckily enough, your fan page isn’t directly related to your personal account – so you’re free from scrutiny. They'll think he's just a narcissist. For now, at least.

He might have to make a public statement if you get flack for being his girlfriend in the future.

And honestly?

He wouldn’t really mind that outcome.

[luvsymai]

tangible through my hands

everyone wants to touch isagi's hair, including you. isagi doesn't get it.

isagi yoichi x gn!reader. fluff. short and sweet. established relationship. post-nel and pre-wc. is bachira's hair dyed? jury is on lunch... 0.5k wc.

isagi has never thought of his hair as anything special. it’s a little thinner than most (courtesy of his dad, which is a shame because he’s always loved his mother’s hair. he doesn’t tell his dad that, though. too mean.) and somewhat brittle from constantly sweating, but nothing he’s ever thought about too hard, only for taking effort to style it nicely before games for a quick confidence boost. 

blue lock thinks otherwise.

isagi can count the times his teammates have grabbed, ruffled, or done anything with his hair on both hands, which, for an amount that was previously zero, is impressive. their obsession eludes him. chigiri and aryu put great effort into their hair, giving a soft and silk-like texture that he’s sure are more enjoyable than his hair. niko has a slight curl on closer look that makes him stand out, and even bachira’s hair has a nice feel to it despite the bleach and box dye it’s been through. he just can’t comprehend what’s so alluring about his hair to his peers.

sure enough, even you aren’t immune to this phenomenon. 

“you should keep growing out your hair,” you say one day whilst sitting behind him. “makes you look hot.” 

your legs curl around his waist as you toy with his black locks, carding your hands through the strands and twirling it around your fingers.

it has grown out quite a bit since his last break from blue lock. the neo-egoist league was more consuming than any of the other selections, making him forget anything else that wasn’t soccer.

he squints, rubbing a strand between his fingers. “i should probably trim it, though. gets in my face.”

you whine, ruffling his hair and then moving your hands to squish his cheeks from behind. “nope! you’re not allowed to!”

isagi puts his hands over yours, easing your grip but not pushing it away. “why do you like my hair so much? even the guys are obsessed with it.”

“i don’t know, “ you ponder your answer as you continue fiddling with his hair, like the answer is hidden in his scalp. “maybe it’s your little sprout.” 

you tug at it with your words, making him yelp. he turns to you with a petulant look and you mouth a small apology on the skin behind his ear.

“it’s just nice,” you finally decide.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“and maybe ‘cause i’m jealous your teammates get to mess with it all the time.” you grumble into the back of his neck, almost embarrassed to admit it aloud.

isagi snickers at your confession. “you’re the only one i don’t mind touching it.”

it’s a half-truth; he doesn’t care if his friends continue to play with his hair. but what boyfriend would he be if he didn’t reserve some privileges for his lover?

i can only write super simple things rn but any writing is better than nothing so i take it ig

[luvsymai]

hiii! could you do a ness x reader basically fell in love at first sight. reader is super flirty and sweet with ness but serious to everyone else and ness is super flustered because he isn't normally the one people choose. ness is all pink in the face while reader is hanging on his arm,complimenting him, kissing him, and playing with his hair while completely ignoring anyone around him, in favor of ness. ^^

awwww cute tysm!!

only you

alexis ness x gn!reader. this got veryyyy suggestive idk

ness had no idea how this happened.

you were everything he wasn’t used to. serious, quiet, a little intimidating to anyone who didn’t know you, but kind, especially to him. and you were smiling so sweetly as you curled your fingers in his hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“so soft… are you sure you’re real?” you asked, teasing but level as your nails gently scratched his scalp. ness nearly melted into his seat.

“y-you’re gonna embarrass me…” he mumbled, voice too small to match the pink crawling up his neck to his ears. “everyone’s looking.”

you glanced up briefly at the passing stares from teammates, managers, and every other nosy person in the hall. your expression cooled to something flat and disinterested. “i don’t care about them. only you.”

ness could’ve combusted. he ducked his head down a little as you tugged him closer by the arm you were wrapped around.

“you’re really…” he struggled to find the right words. “you’re too much.”

“too much for you?” you tilted your head, batting your lashes at him as if you didn’t already know the answer.

“no! no, i like it.” ness’s mouth fumbled over the words, but he got there eventually. “i just… don’t get it. why me?”

you gave him a look that made his heart squeeze. leaning your head against the wall, you turned your gaze up and hummed. “because you’re sweet. and you’re kind. and you look so cute when you get flustered like this.”

you moved closer and brushed your lips against his cheek. ness felt his whole body tense like a chord pulled too tight.

“i like the way you’re always trying to make people happy. i like the way your eyes glimmer when talk about your interests. i like you.”

ness covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying desperately to hide the grin fighting its way through. “you’re… unbelievable.”

“mhm.” you kissed the soft lobe of his ear this time, a feather-light touch that had him following after you like a dog on a leash. “and you’re mine.”

he swallowed thickly, cheeks still burning bright. “y-yeah… yours. only yours.”

he couldn’t believe it. he still didn’t get why someone like you wanted someone like him. he wasn’t going to complain about it, though.

not when you looked at him like that. or when you held his hand so easily. or when you made him feel like he was worth choosing.

“only you.”

©neeeooon, all rights reserved. please don’t copy, translate, or repost my works. ‘25 | bllk masterlist

[luvsymai]

HIHI I love your works!! I wanted to make a request for Rin Itoshi x reader.

So I loved your secret admirer!Rin fic that u posted like today. And I was wondering if you could write one where the roles are reversed? This time Y/N's the secret admirer and Rin's the oblivious guy. And everything else is the same. And they get together in the end just like in the original 😋

Thanks for reading! And I love your works!! 🌹🌹

a/n: HELLO HELLO!! so so so sorry for the late answer !! AAA THANK YOU SMMM, Please enjoy the oneshot 🫶💗

Itoshi Rin x Reader !

˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

“From Your Secret No.1 Fan”

There’s something about Rin Itoshi that’s... hard to explain.

Maybe it’s how quiet he is when he walks into the classroom each morning, earphones in and eyes half-lidded like sleep still clings to his lashes. Maybe it’s the way he never really tries to stand out, but he does anyway—just by being there.

You don’t know when exactly you started liking him. All you know is that your eyes always drift to the back row, to where he sits with his chin in his palm and eyes trained on the window. You’ve memorized his handwriting during class, the curve of his scowl when he’s called on unexpectedly, and the way he tugs the hood of his jacket up when he wants to disappear.

You like him. Quietly. From afar.

So you write him notes.

It started with a single folded paper slipped into his locker. You didn’t even sign it—just left it with a short message:

“You did really well during practice yesterday. I believe in you, even if you don’t see me. - Your Secret No.1 Fan”

You didn’t expect him to react.

But the next day, he paused at his locker a little longer. Tilted his head. Pocketed the note wordlessly.

That was enough.

So you kept writing.

You learned that Rin practiced shooting for hours after the others had left. That he liked ochazuke. That he loved owls. That he kept an extra pair of headphones in his bag, just in case the ones he wore died mid-song.

You never wrote anything big. Just small things, simple encouragements:

“You’re not as unreadable as you think. I see you. And you’re worth more than you believe.”

“I hope you sleep well tonight. You looked tired this morning.”

“Your passes during the last match were genius. Don’t let anyone make you doubt that.”

And he kept reading them. Quietly. Never reacting much. But he never threw them out.

Sometimes, you'd see him glancing around after pulling one out. A faint crease between his brows. You knew he was trying to figure it out. But Rin was not someone who dug too deep into things that weren’t in front of him.

He never looked your way.

Not once.

It stung, a little. But you weren’t writing for recognition. You were writing because you wanted him to know someone saw him—cared for him.

Even if he never saw you.

˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

Then came the rainy day.

You had planned to leave him a note like always—this one wrapped around a small packet of his favorite candy. But as you rushed through the courtyard toward the lockers, you slipped. Water. Steps. Air.

You landed hard.

Your bag fell open.

And so did the tiny envelope you had prepared. The one with his name. The one written in your unmistakable handwriting.

You barely had time to scramble for it before a shadow loomed over you.

Rin.

He had an umbrella in one hand. A stoic frown tugging at his lips. He blinked down at you.

“…You okay?” he asked, voice low.

You flushed. “Y-Yeah, I just—”

His eyes drifted down to the soaked envelope in your hand. Your hand that was trembling.

And suddenly… his brows furrowed.

He reached down.

You flinched as he gently plucked the envelope from your fingers. Turned it over. Read the name.

His name.

You held your breath.

“…So it’s you,” Rin said.

His tone wasn’t angry. Or surprised. Just… quiet. Still.

You looked down at your hands. “I’m sorry. I—I never meant for you to find out this way. I just wanted to… cheer you on. From afar.”

A pause.

“I thought you were a guy,” he muttered.

You looked up, startled.

“What—?”

“I thought one of the team was messing with me. But the handwriting’s neat. Pretty. Thought it was fake at first,” he said bluntly, eyes still on the note. “But the messages felt… real.”

Your heart twisted. “They were real.”

Another pause.

He looked at you.

Long and hard.

Then, for the first time in your life—you saw it. The faintest flicker of pink at the tips of his ears.

“…You always noticed that I looked tired?” he asked.

You nodded, cheeks burning.

“…You said I was worth more than I believed.”

You nodded again.

He looked away, almost… embarrassed. “I didn’t think anyone saw that. I always thought I had to do everything alone.”

You gave a small smile. “You don’t. You never did.”

Silence.

The rain slowed.

Rin shifted, then held the umbrella over you both. He was quiet for a while. Then, slowly:

“…You wanna walk home together?”

Your eyes widened. “W-What?”

“I mean, you already know a lot about me. Might as well get to know you now.”

You blinked.

And smiled.

“…I’d like that.”

He glanced at you. “…You’re still gonna write me notes?”

You giggled. “Only if you promise to keep reading them.”

He looked away, but you caught the small, shy tug of a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Fine.”

˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

That night, you slipped one last note into his locker.

This one was signed.

“From your not-so-secret admirer anymore”

And for the first time, Rin wrote one back.

“You don’t have to stay behind the scenes anymore. You’re the only person I want to see.”

˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

THANK YOU FOR READINGG !! Please have a nice day 🫶💗

[luvsymai]

Summer’s Over

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-perhaps i will post photos & videos if my phone doesnt fucking die immediately because im always on it and i forget to charge it sorry fellas

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[luvsymai]

TWIYOR NATION WE'VE NEVER BEEN MORE BACK

Loid Forger if you fuck this up it's on sight

[luvsymai]

𝐫𝐛𝐟 - 𝐟𝐭; 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; it was never your intention to appear this way—it really wasn’t. but maybe he might look past that.

𝐟𝐭 ; isagi yoichi, Itoshi rin (separately)

𝐜𝐰 ; afab!reader, reader has an rbf, swearing, reader gets made fun of, isagi falls HARD (and so does rin but shhh)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; an rbf is a resting bitch face. basically, it’s when your resting face or neutral expression looks mad or unpleasant and unapproachable, even if it’s unintentional.

i hate my rbf sm💔

@kxsagi come get your awkward ass man

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

isagi hurried onto the train, releasing a long sigh of relief when he successfully made it onto the vehicle before the door closed. his bag was slung over his shoulder. this was going to be a 3 hour ride, so hopefully there would be lots of free seats to choose from—

wait, why was there only one free seat?

he stared at the singular unoccupied seat, and it wasn’t next to someone he was familiar with or has talked to much before. it was next to you.

isagi didn’t have anything against you; it’s just that you scared him. horrified him, even. and many other people as well. you always looked annoyed or mad about something and it always seemed like you were moments away from having a yelling match with anyone who you laid your eyes on.

basically, you were intimidating. horrifyingly so.

he waddled his way to the seat next to you, glancing at some of his teammates mouth him an “im sorry” or “she’s so weird” at him. he sighed, there was no need to be mean about this, no matter how scary you seemed.

he sat next to you, placing his bag underneath his seat. “uh, hi.” he stammered. you had the window seat, so he was stuck with a not so great view. “great weather today.”

“mhm.” you hummed, glancing at him and nodding. “hi.”

back to awkwardness. isagi shook his legs; if this was going to be the entire train ride, then this was going to be the most torturous three hours of his entire life. the train started, and isagi stared outside.

“uh, ah, um…the grass is green outside, just like the grass on the soccer field. not that it’s real grass, of course! i mean, the grass on the soccer field doesn’t have cows or sheep or stuff, it was soccer balls…! never mind.” this is dumb, isagi thought to himself. he was ready to die of embarrassment. he stared down at his shoes, face burning.

“hmph—wow.”

isagi’s eyes shot up, jaw going slack. was that a giggle he just heard? he stared at you; the small curve of your lips, the tiny crinkle of your eyes, the pastel red of your cheeks.

were you always able to make this sort of expression. “you’re really bad at this, y’know. humor.” you snorted. “but seriously, don’t ever become a stand up comedian. you’d be dirt poor and homeless.”

“and yet you’re laughing the hardest right now!” isagi exclaimed, a smile finding its way onto his own lips. his eyes softened; people made fun of you because of…what? your resting face was bitchy?

because right now, all he could see if an expression so beautiful that it deserved to be in the finest of golden frames and hung up in the most prestigious museums.

“yeah, yeah.” you huffed. isagi’s heart stuttered, skipping 11 beats at once. for some reason, his face was starting to heat up. “woah, no need to get embarrassed.”

“i’m not!” he attempted to hit you playfully.

the other students stared. you were in the window seat, so no one else could see you. but in all of their heads, a single thought ran through their minds: is isagi schizophrenic?

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧

“here’s your ticket.”

rin walked to the train seat displayed on his ticket, placing his bag on the rack and sitting in the window seat. hopefully his seat partner wouldn’t be an annoying nag.

he learned his head on the window, trying to find a comfortable position. he then heard footsteps approaching as he looked up; looks like you were going to be the one sitting next to him.

you had a resting face ripped straight out of a horror movie, but at least you were someone quiet. he ignored you as you sat, hoping that you wouldn’t need him for anything this whole ride.

“oh my gosh, of course they’re seated together.”

“rin’s hot, but he’s soooo mean. and so is she. at least that saves us from the trouble of having one of them as our seat partners.”

“they should date just to save us the worries of one of them liking us.”

“she’s so scary. why does she always look so angry?”

how lukewarm.

honestly, people just can’t seem to mind their own business. he saw you clutching your uniform, sighing. he rolled his eyes.

“in a few hours, their cheers and insults will turn into homesick yawns and cries.” he drawled. hopefully you’d be reassured enough to not bother him with questions or doubts during the ride.

but instead, you laughed.

rin shouldn’t react. he had no need to. and yet he found himself immediately turning his head back to stare, his eyes widening.

the world around you was rainy. gray, almost. and yet you were so colorful; so vibrant—vivid. the quirk of the corners of your lips, the small light in your eyes. everything was perfect.

you were so beautiful.

why was someone like you sitting next to him?

“out of every way that you could have worded that, the one you picked was surely the weirdest one.” you snorted, giggling.

rin blinked a few times before placing his elbow on the armchair, his chin on his palm. “tch. it’s just some wording. no need to overreact.”

he just couldn’t get the image of your smile of out of his.

people were only scared of your rbf because they didn’t try to make you laugh. cowards.

rin would make you laugh just to see that dumb, pure smile again. he swore it.

[luvsymai]

hiii can i request being siblings with isagi? basically cute but also goofy little things and we have a crush on rin, and isagi tries not to tweak and crash out ^_^

i love the itoshi/isagi sibling x isagi/itoshi reqs 😭

anyone but him

itoshi rin x isagi!reader (kinda). crack, fluff. isagi!reader has a crush on rin, and isagi thinks the world is ending <3

you and yoichi had the classic sibling dynamic where you thrive off of embarrassing each other. either that, or you’re matching one another’s stupid energy until your parents have to cut in and tell you to stop.

exhibit a:

“yoichi, look at the meme i sent. it’s you.” and it’s a picture of a rodent.

“… why am i a rat in this?”

“because you’re short and scrungly.”

“mom only wanted one, in case you forgot—ow!”

so, when you told him you have a crush on itoshi rin, he short circuited a little. “what the hell do you mean you have a crush on that emotionally constipated mess?”

you rolled your eyes. “i mean he’s pretty. and tall.”

“so is a lamp post.”

you threw a pillow at him for that.

it’s not like you see the blue lock boys very often, so isagi pushed the nightmare that was you and rin out of his mind… until you happened to run into the devil himself while shopping for groceries together (as a bonding exercise and chore from your lovely mother).

isagi glared at him the entire time they crossed paths. thousands, if not millions of insults waited on his tongue for the moment rin looked his way or tried to speak to him, but if he felt the daggers isagi was shooting through his eyes, he ignored them.

meanwhile, you giggled behind your hand every time rin happened to glance your way.

you were having the time of your life until isagi decided to step in front of you, effectively cutting rin from your view and vice versa. you groaned in frustration. “yoichi, can you move? you’re blocking my view of my future husband.”

yoichi looked scandalized. “shut up.”

rin absolutely noticed your squabble, especially when you and isagi started shoving one another like children in the middle of the store. he just pretended not to hear when you told isagi you’re going to marry him one day. his ears did turn red at the thought, though.

when isagi saw that, he wanted to throw himself off a cliff.

“you need therapy,” he bit as he dragged you to the check out line, kicking you in the shin when you blew rin a kiss.

you didn’t get a word out the entire ride home. every time you tried, yoichi would cut you off with a sharp, “no.” you ended up with your arms crossed and forehead against the window, pouting and mentally cursing your brother out.

until you finished putting the groceries inside and saw a follow request from the itoshi rin and squealed.

“yoichi, i’m gonna go talk to rin—“

isagi threw his hands over his ears. “no. no rin. lalalalalalala, i can’t hear you!”

“we’re gonna get married, and you’ll be brothers!”

“nooooo!”

[luvsymai]

bite-sized revenge

gojo satoru  x fem!reader — it's in his DNA to be a menace, so can Gojo really be mad that his toddler inherited that from him? 

warnings/tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, gojo and his baby girl, just fluffyyyyyy (not proofread, sorry if there are any typos or etc xx)

Gojo Satoru is fatally, insanely, completely head over heels for you. 

To this day, he maintains that. He’ll tell everybody of the joys of knowing you — and no, he’s not being sarcastic when he says that. 

Though, if there was one thing he could almost cry about, it would be this. 

See, if there’s one thing Gojo Satoru loves to do, it’s to tease his two girls. And that’s exactly what he’s doing to the tinier one, the mini you x him, this morning. 

“Here comes the choo choo train.” Satoru guides the sweet potato closer, and her cute little babbles fill the air. It seems like his little munchkin inherited his sweet tooth. And just as the delightful dollop reaches his sweet girl, he pulls the spoon back with a grin. 

“Dada!” She crosses her chubby arms (and briefly, he thinks she looks like the Michelin man, and his grin grows bigger), eye twitching and face in a pout that screams ‘i’ll remember this betrayal’. 

“Satoru,” you chide, and he turns to face you. You’re leaning on the kitchen counter, arms crossed just like your daughter. Sunlight streams in through the adjacent open window, lighting the edges of your hair with that ethereal glow that makes his head explode and his heart ache. “That choo choo train is going to derail.” 

“I’m an excellent driver, thank you,” he replies, readjusting his grip on the spoon like it’ll prove his point, and if you ask him, it does. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, here…” Satoru glides the spoon through the air again, and just like that, your daughter is giggling and clapping her hands again.

So sweet, so trusting, that Satoru almost regrets his next move. 

At the last second, he yanks the spoon away again, and this time, he’s dodging tiny fists like his life depends on it.

He can’t help it, he only laughs louder — loud, belly-aching, cheek-pulling, laughter that infects you too, as you giggle behind your hand.

When he takes a peek at your darling daughter once again, it’s like rage is bubbling through her — well, all the rage someone of her size can muster. 

“Satoru.” 

But his name didn’t come from you. It’s grumbled out by the tiny cherub in front of him, and the colour drains from his face as Satoru’s heart falls to the floor. 

His laughter cuts off — replaced by frantic attempts to placate his rascal, arms held up like in surrender — but yours only grows. And it seems like your approval, and his dismay, fuels the little gremlin, because she opens her mouth again — no doubt to spout that horrific name again. 

“No, no,” he coos, desperate now. “Sweetheart, I’m dada. Dad. Papa. Father.” He wrinkles his nose at the last one. “Actually angel, don’t say father. It’s too serious.” 

Your baby girl turns her nose up at him, clearly not amused, and Satoru busies himself with scooping a heapful on the spoon — his apology. “Here, for real this time, eat up..”

She turns her cheek again — because fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice… — and the mashed sweet potato smears all over her cheek like an accidental streak of paint. 

And for the second time this morning, Satoru has to stifle his laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth as laughter threatens to escape. But your daughter, oh your sweet daughter, she’s glaring at him with an anger strong enough to buckle his knees. 

“Gojo.” It’s like the last name comes out in slow motion — choppy, lower, said with defiance and with the intention to reprimand her dad so badly he will never try her again. 

And worse yet, she’s not just angry, she’s disappointed. Those big blue eyes (and for the thousandth time this week, Satoru understands how others feel when he looks at them), shining with gleeful revenge. “Oh, Gojo.” She shakes her head side to side with a pout that could bring nations crumbling down with the sheer disapproval. 

Gojo? 

“You’re Gojo too!” And now he’s the one pouting, caught up in a fight with a toddler that both of them know that she’ll win. Satoru whips his head in your direction — you’re in hysterics now — accusation in his stare, and a silent plea for help.

And you know him, you know him, so he knows that you’re ignoring his cries for assistance in favour of holding yourself up by the bench. 

Betrayed by his two favourite people in one day. 

Satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, slumping in his chair at being struck by this final blow. Your daughter huffs, victorious, her tiny fists pumping into the air in her high chair, like a tiny general who’s just conquered an empire. And Satoru doesn’t even have time to claim the triumph that she picked up that emote from him. 

And suddenly, you swoop in like an angel from the sidelines, finally having caught your breath on the sidelines. Stepping forward, you take the spoon from his limp hand and gently scoop up the sweet potato. 

“Here, sweetheart,” you coo, smelling something sweet that he can’t name (maybe it’s just you), that he wants to eat up all the same.

Your dear daughter accepts the spoonful without hesitation, though, she makes a point to side eye her defeated dad when she does. And then, her little pout melts into a satisfied smile, as she munches happily. 

Satoru watches her eat, deflated but completely smitten, and when he turns to you again, he finds you already looking at him — soft hair framing your face like the beautiful work of art he knows you are — with that knowing, star-filled gaze that always undoes him. 

“You’ll pay for this,” he warns weakly, pointing at you with an exaggerated menace. 

You just laugh again, and lean down to press a small, soft kiss to his forehead — and just like that, he’s forgiven you. “Good luck, Gojo.”

“You’re Gojo too,” he groans, though, his arms wrap about your waist, pulling you closer despite his wounded pride. 

And in that warm kitchen, sunlight pooling around all three of you, he realises he wouldn’t trade this — the chaos, the tiny betrayals, the teasing that only comes from unconditional love — for anything in the world. 

Not now. Not ever. 

© 2025 letteremi. All rights reserved. Please do not plagiarise/copy, translate, or repost my work to any platforms 

[luvsymai]

Satoru didn’t realize he was dating a cheater.

At first, he doesn’t think much of the Discord chatter drifting down the hall, just your usual giggles and gasps as you huddle up at your desk on a group call with your girlfriends to watch whatever shiny new k-drama or anime you’ve all latched onto this week. He’s used to the occasional squeal, the soft oh my god or no way he just said that, your voice floating out like sugar-sweet static.

But then he hears it. Clear as day.

“Oh my god, he’s soooo hot.”

Satoru stops dead in his tracks, halfway past the office door. Eyebrow twitching. Lips parting in quiet betrayal. He tilts his head, as if trying to hear it again. Surely he misheard, right? You couldn’t possibly have said that about a man that wasn’t him. Right?

His voice echoes in his head, smug and self-assured: You’re dating Gojo Satoru. There is no man hotter.

...And yet here you are, giggling like a schoolgirl over some random slice of man. A man who couldn't even protect you properly.

Fine. Fiiiine. He sees how it is.

So when your little watch party wraps up and you waltz into the living room all smiley and glowing, still soft and warm from friendship and fictional men, you find your real-life boyfriend lounging on the couch, legs spread wide, baby blues fixed on Digimon and totally ignoring you.

You pad up to him in fuzzy socks and one of his shirts, arms already reaching for his lap, but...bonk.

You smack right into a wall of nothingness. Your hands flail, fingertips scraping at thin air. “…Huh?” He doesn’t even look at you.

Satoru pops a piece of popcorn into his mouth, face blank with faux innocence. “Oh, what’s wrong, baby?” he coos, the most obvious pout in the world tugging at his lips. “Can’t cuddle me? Awww. That’s so sad.”

You narrow your eyes. “Satoru.”

“Maybe,” he says, glancing at you now with a grin that is way too satisfied, “maybe you should just go to your other boyfriend. Y’know. The one that’s soooo hot.”

Your jaw drops. “Are you serious right now?!”

He just hums. “I mean, I get it. He’s got the sparkles, the background music, the tragic backstory - must be hard to resist.”

“Satoru.”

“Oh nooo,” he mocks, high-pitched and bratty, holding up his arms just out of reach while you try to shove your way through his Infinity. “Is baby sad? Is baby desperate for cuddles now? Should’ve thought of that before you committed adultery.”

You drop to your knees in front of the couch, pleading and begging with the cutest pout you could muster. “Nooooo, baby, please!”

He peeks over the edge, amused. “You begging now?”

You clasp your hands together like you’re praying. “You’re so hot. So sexy. So strong. You’re the hottest man alive. You’re hotter than any k-drama lead.”

He pauses for a few moments, just looking at you, the popcorn bowl tilts. His smugness wavers and he lunges straight at you.

You yelp as he drops Infinity and tackles you onto the carpet, arms wrapping around you in a flurry of laughter and wandering hands.

“Nooooo!” you shriek, giggling as his hands go for your sides, fingers dancing like he’s been waiting for an excuse to tickle you to tears. “Noooo, Satoru, mercy!!”

“Say it louder!” he grins, breathless with delight. “Say I’m hotter than everyone!”

“You’re hotter than every fictional man I’ve ever simped for!” you cry between wheezes. “You’re my sexy real-life boyfriend, oh my god - Satoru - ”

Only then does he stop, collapsing half on top of you, half off, his breath brushing against your cheek as the giggles finally fade into quiet panting.

He nuzzles into your neck, still smug but now a little sleepy. “Damn right I am,” he mumbles. “You’re lucky I’m such a forgiving boyfriend.”

You curl into him, still catching your breath, fingers twining into the softness of his hair. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re petty.”

He snorts. You smile. And then, finally, he lets you cuddle him again.

Not because you earned it, of course. No, no. He’s simply a generous god. One who loves you way too much to keep up the act for long.

Even if he is setting a two-week ban on your crunchyroll account.

[luvsymai]

You know that one guy who interviews random people in Japan until he becomes fluent in Japanese? Yeah… that’s basically you now. You’ve just moved to Japan for university, barely scraping by with the basics of the language, but you’re getting better, one awkward conversation at a time.

Which brings you to him.

You spot him on the street, tall, blindingly pretty, sunglasses perched on snowy hair. You muster the courage to ask for an interview for your language class project. Your Japanese is wobbly at best, but you’re determined. You bow politely, notebook clutched to your chest, and ask as clearly as you can.

Satoru points to himself, brows rising, then breaks into the biggest grin. “Me?” he asks, pointing a finger at his chest. “You wanna talk to me?”

He thinks you’re flirting. You think he’s just being nice.

But the interview begins, with him trying to answer in English to “help you,” and you fumbling your way through Japanese to “practice.” Neither of you fully understands the other, but there’s so much smiling and laughter that it hardly matters. Every other sentence is a soft "Eh?" or a giggly, “Ahhh! Wakaranai!”

Still, somehow, the conversation flows.

At the end, after you’ve closed your notebook and bowed in thanks, he looks at you, cheeks a little pink, and carefully says: “Ano… boku to… dēto shite kurenai…?”

The words come out a little fast, a little shy, almost like he’s scared he messed it up. Then, seeing your puzzled look, he switches to English with a hopeful little bounce: “Date! Da-te? You and me?”

And god, he’s so proud of himself. Beaming when you hand him your email. A tad bit confused why it's not your number but the man will take what he can get.

[luvsymai]

I think it's so funny how rins legits so gorgeous like wow he's so jawdroppingly beautiful and then isagi looks like a dad coming to the beach with his kids, he brought a pinata with him too btw.