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[n4giism]

MISSION: ACCOMPLISHED

PAIRING: Nagi Seishirō/Reader

CONTENT: holding hands, references to kissing but Does Not actually happen, mikage reo

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

The night of Halloween finds a group of three in your room, underneath the dim glow of your ceiling light.

In one corner, Reo hogs the space in front of your full-length mirror, almost nose-to-nose with his own reflection as he prods at the plastic fangs in his mouth, unsatisfied with how they fit across his teeth like a shoe three sizes too big. His eyebrows look as if they’ve been filled in with black marker by a child learning to colour inside the lines for the first time, and the splotchy white facepaint all across his skin isn’t making things any better.

Despite whatever intentions he may have of impressing people tonight with his DIY costume, you think he looks more unhinged than anything else. More of a jumpscare than a sight to behold, and more clown than vampire, as far as you’re concerned. You whisper your opinions to Nagi, and with a noncommittal nod, he agrees.

Speaking of Nagi, there he is: sprawled on top of your bed, stomach facing down. His head is in his arms, although once in a while, curiosity drives him to peek over his forearms and glance in your general direction, where you’re sitting cross-legged on the floor. With your posture mimicking that of a desk lamp, there’s an expression of concentration on your face that Nagi finds endearing, even though he doesn’t understand why you’re putting so much effort into vandalising a Halloween costume that’s not even yours.

Because in your eyes, simply draping a white sheet of fabric over his head could hardly be considered a costume, so you’ve taken it upon yourself to fix it up a bit with some dry erase marker, drawing in some distorted ovals for eyes and a mouth to make it look a little less… last-minute.

“I’m done,” you declare at the same time Reo does, your purple-haired friend finally turning away from the mirror for the first time in almost two hours. He looks proud of himself.

“How do I look?” Reo wiggles his eyebrows, gaze flitting between his two friends for a response. However, it’s by mere coincidence that Nagi expects you to be the one to respond on the behalf of you two just as you expect him to do the same, so you end up looking off to the side while Nagi shuts his eyes, the both of you purposefully avoiding eye contact with Reo and waiting for the other to say something.

After an agonisingly long minute of silence, you realise what’s going on and internally let out a dramatic groan.

“Reo,” you say finally, “what are you supposed to be?”

Reo frowns, pointing to his fangs. “Can’t you see? And I told you already. I’m a vampire, duh.” He holds his hands up, mimicking claws for some reason. “Rawr, or whatever.”

“Vampires don’t rawr, what the fuck is wrong with you.”

“Then what do they do? Huh? If you’re so genius.”

You grab a pillow from underneath Nagi’s arms, whose face contorts into a frown but he doesn’t say anything else when you proceed to fling it at Reo. You’re aware that him being an athlete sort of comes with quick reflexes and that he’s just allowing you the satisfaction when he lets the pillow hit his face and fall to his lap, but you’d rather believe you caught him off guard this time around.

“I don’t think vampires do that,” Reo says.

With all of your heart, you hope he somehow contracts an allergic reaction from the facepaint he’s using. And his hair falls out from the gallons of gel in it.

Turning to Nagi, you toss the costume over his head.

“What d’ya think?”

“It’s creative,” Nagi comments, with the white fabric obscuring his view. You’ve also taken the artistic liberty of cutting small eye holes into the sheet (with his permission, of course) for him to see out, but he doesn’t bother trying to readjust it, leaving the ghost’s eyes near the top of his head and the mouth somewhere by his left ear.

“Looks great. You really did a lot for his costume,” Reo adds, snickering from the far corner of the room before turning back to the mirror with a pout as he picks at the facepaint, which is now starting to flake off like dandruff. His eyebrows still don’t quite look right.

You shake your head, then scooch closer to the side of your bed. “Sei, you’re supposed to— the black eyes go, you know, where your eyes are. There’s holes so you can see.”

“So much effort just to put my Halloween costume on…” Nagi sighs, and then instead of moving the sheet of fabric around like any sane person would, he uses his arms to lift it up, stopping just above his eyebrows. A pair of ashen eyes centre on you, still sitting cross-legged on the floor as he suddenly drops his hands, letting the fabric drape over your head and shoulders. “Done. I can see now.”

Fighting back an eye roll, you tell him firmly, “No, you cannot.”

“I can see you just fine.”

“Yeah, only me.”

“I’m okay with that.”

You avert eye contact, ignoring the way your face feels tingly with his breath fanning across your skin. “You won’t be okay when you bump into a street lamp or something while trick-or-treating.”

“Hmm…” His expression twists into one of full concentration. Lazily, he grabs another pillow and manoeuvres it so that the side of his face can rest atop it, gazing down at you. “Then you can be my eyes.”

You blink, perplexed by what he means. “Huh.”

“I’ll hold onto your hand, and you can guide me so I don’t bump into or trip over anything,” Nagi suggests, nonchalant as per usual.

“That is—“ You clear your throat, swallowing thickly. You tell yourself: this is normal. Nothing special or unusual or cryptic. There are no other implications behind his words. Do not overthink. (You’re so overthinking it.) “That’s a lot more effort than if you just wear the costume right.”

“Maybe he just wants to hold your hand,” a voice speaks out loud your thoughts, though it sounds less like your subconscious and more like a certain friend— shit, you’ve forgotten that Reo is still in the room. With ears to hear your conversation and eyes to see… “I really hope you two aren’t kissing in there because that’d be real awkward. You could at least have some decency to tell me to leave.”

Upon the realisation that you and Nagi’s current situation could come off as something it’s totally not, you jump away immediately, pulling the sheet off and chucking it away from the both of you as far as you can.

“We were not doing that— shut up,” you splutter. Glowering at him, you latch onto the pillow beneath the Nagi’s head in preparation to throw it at him once again.

“Oh, so you were kissing,” Reo muses with a grin. “You’re all breathless and shit. And Nagi looks like someone just spray-painted his face pink.”

Before you can say anything, Nagi slightly lifts his head off the pillow, and you take that as your signal to hurl it at Reo’s face.

Unfortunately, with some notable prediction and athletic skills, he catches it with one hand. He flashes a smug smile, one that you think will haunt your nightmares for as long as you live, fucked up eyebrows and all.

“Get out.”

“Fine! Fine. I see how it is.” Reo throw his hands up in mock-exasperation, but the way he agrees so easily has you wondering what he’s actually planning. You don’t have to wait long, however, before he reveals it himself:

“Have fun, you two,” he bids by way of a farewell, emphasising the ‘fun’ part by making kissy noises at the air and wrapping his arms around himself to create the illusion of a passionate make-out session as he walks out. The door slams behind him, the loud before the silence that follows after.

You don’t want to look at Nagi. You’re too embarrassed to even move in his vicinity.

“Hey.” You feel a poke in the middle of your shoulder blade. “If Reo’s gone, does that mean we won’t have to go trick-or-treating?”

Considering how Reo, out of the three of you, was the one who wanted to go trick-or-treating the most, you don’t really have an opinion on the matter. Plus, you hadn’t spent that much time on your costume, and neither had Nagi, clearly. “I don’t care either way.”

“Then let’s just stay in and watch a horror movie.” With a satisfied hum, he rolls over onto his back, rummaging with one hand for your laptop that you keep stowed away in one of the drawers of your bedside table.

“It’s in the middle drawer.”

“Thanks.”

After gathering the pillows that you’d thrown at Reo off the floor and placing them back on your bed, you hop into the empty spot right beside him.

A couple minutes into the movie, Nagi speaks up.

“You can hold my hand if you’re scared, by the way.”

You freeze, turning to look at him, but by then, he’s already returned his focus to the screen. This is normal, you try to convince yourself again. He’s just silly like that, it doesn’t mean anything. Figures you find yourself focusing on him more than the actual movie.

(At some point during the movie, a cheap yet convincing enough jumpscare pops up across the screen, and subconsciously, your hand interlocks with his. Nagi’s heart almost drops to his ass, but he thinks nonetheless: mission accomplished.)

[BONUS]

Mikage Reo:

hey you

are you holding [y/n]’s hand yet

i swear if you aren’t… i went trick or treating ALL BY MYSELF just for you two

do you know how #Lame i look dressed in a vampire costume towering over all the other little kids in front of somebody’s house like. Trick or Treat! ^_^

one of the parents asked me if i was too old to be trick or treating. i cried.

and then one of the kids asked me if i was too old to be doing that too T_T

nagi seishirō:

yeah

Mikage Reo:

yeah what

yeah about holding hands or about knowing how lame i look

HELLO?????

read

[n4giism]

hi guys i just finished the last ep of aot and i’m in shambles basically. i hate everythi ng❤️

[n4giism]

CANT BELIEVE I GET TO CALL YOU MINE! PT1

꒰๑ơ ₃ ơ꒱ ; he’s had a crush on you for so long, and now he can’t believe he gets to call you his.

૮ .ܸ .ܸ ྀི ა ; fem! reader, fluff, proofread.

ᨳ꒰ ���´ ˘ `꒱੭ ; isagi yoichi, shuto sendou, itoshi sae.

 ᜒ ᨳິ SHUTO SENDOU

He's known you since high school, when he was an ass. He never took no for an answer and was constantly asking you out. He was self-centred and thought that if he kept asking you out, eventually he'd be met with the sweet word "yes." That was never the case, though not until college.

You guys parted ways since you wanted to leave Japan and have a life somewhere other than the country you grew up in, where you basically had every memory. You wanted to go somewhere new, somewhere calm or crazy, but you weren't sure. And you did; you got accepted to some college far away, and that was just how you liked it. You, of course, would visit your family every holiday, and Sendou always took that as the chance to hang out with you. For some reason, he was one of the few people from high school that you hadn't blocked yet, so he would always call and text you, even when it was obvious you didn't want to. He's annoying like that. You always found yourself enjoying yourself.

He knew how to make you laugh, and he knew everything about you since you ever made the attempt to unfriend him in high school, even after all the times he asked you out. And for him, he continued with football; he wasn't really a favourite but was still successful nonetheless. His crush never went away, even though it was hidden deep away, since he gave up on the thought of you after graduation. It still lingered there. But it came back fully when he noticed his teammate flirting with you one day—Oliver Aiku.

And the worst part is that you were giggling and blushing; it's not shocking, though Oliver Aiku was a ladies man after all. He didn't know what was going through his mind when he grabbed you harshly and dragged you away. "Hey, let go of me!" You said it angerfully. "What was that for?" You gave him a look—the look you gave him that one time when he told the whole school you guys got together—it's not a pleasant stare. "You shouldn't be around him, Yn. He's not trustworthy." "So?" You raised a brow. "It's not like I'm going to date him. He's just flirting." He knew he didn't have the right to tell you who to be around; you decided what boy you wanted, what boy you'd flirt with, and which boy you'd let flirt with you. But he also wanted that boy to be him; why couldn't it be?

"Because that should be me there making you giggle and blush, not him; he's lame." He blurted. What was wrong with him? You didn't even like him that way; he shouldn't have said that. You definitely weirded out right now. 'shit' was the only word playing through his head, his eyes looking everywhere but you. ' It's not like you said anything weird; you were just telling her how you felt. Right? That won't weird her out.' "Oh," you said, processing his words. There wasn't any expression on your face.

You never really thought he truly liked you; you just thought he was an ass trying to ruin your like by telling people you two were dating, that you kissed, or ontantly asking you out around everyone. Which is why you never told anyone you liked. Sendou Aiku had walked away by then, as he had lost interest quickly. 'Fuck it, I'm just going to do it, you thought to yourself. Suddley Sendou felt his lips against yours. God, what were you thinking? But there was no time to regret; your hands were cupping cheeks. He never thought this would happen, nor did you. You pulled away after losing breath. "I never thought I'd ever do that," you said awkwardly as Sendou couldn't help but smile. 'Can she finally be mine?' His smile widened at the thought of his eyes softening. 'Mine.'

 ᜒ ᨳິ ISAGI YOICHI

Isagi Yoichi has loved you since he was 5 years old. He admired you and thought you were brave, smart, cute, and pretty. And his goal after becoming the number-one striker was always to marry you. (Not that he'd ever tell that to anyone.) And you guys grew up very close. You were always by his side, and people would always make comments about how you guys would get married in the future, which made him more than happy, but that happiness would quickly turn to sadness when you would deny and say you were only friends. It broke his heart every time.

At some point, he started getting you flowers and gifts as a secret admirer and would always overhear you and your friend try to figure out who it was. God, he loved you so fucking much to the moon and back. So you could imagine just how hard it was for him when you got your first boyfriend freshmen year; he was a sophomore and was very popular in the school. His fluffy black hair, he was tall with green eyes, and every girl was on their knees for him, so it only made sense that he'd get with the prettiest boy in school, right? But in the end, he was a huge dick; he would cheat, but he would gaslight you, and he hated seeing how you cried over him.

He destroyed you mentally; your grades dropped during your time with him. Eventually he convinced you enough to break up with him, and it took a while for you to return to your past self, which you eventually did after a lot of wallowing. And after a while, you got your second boyfriend during your senior year. He was also popular, but unlike your first boyfriend, he was sweet and caring. Isagi found himself hating the guy for that because he outdid him; he was smarter, prettier, got Valentines, and was rich. He seemed like he would be the one. But then he lived in another country for college, and as you and Isagi went to the same college in Japan, you and your boyfriend struggled over long distances and broke up after that. You were still on good terms, though, so the two of you still talked.

And then another boyfriend came, but he didn't even last two months before he saw a "prettier" girl and cheated. As if a girl were prettier than you? He couldn't imagine. And once you set up isagi with one of your friends who had a crush on him, it didn't work out with her though; she was pretty and sweet and all, but he could find himself being with another girl than you. He was sure that the girl would find the guy one day, but that guy wasn't him. And then came your last year of college together. Isagi now knew he was running out of time. He was worried that if he waited any longer, he'd never get to be with you. He overheard you talking about how you wanted to leave Japan to go to some better place after graduation. So after a lot of encouragement for Reo and Anchors, he asked you out on a date.

And after that, it was magic; you guys were amazing together, and you ended up staying in Japan. He didn't know why he didn't care, because he was with you. And he became a pro player too, so you got to travel around with him a bit. That was his favourite part too; he got to take you to so many different places in different countries and make you happy. He has to call you his. Yea his. That was the best part because you were his; he got to call you'mine' after years of waiting and watching you date different guys that weren't him. He got his happy ending. And all that was left was for him to propose.

[n4giism]

working on an isagi fic becus i love my silly boy!!!

[n4giism]

omg that’s so silly cus school work is dying down for u but i literally start school again next week after a long break😍 definitely not excited man i hate school and 9am classes but oh well!

i LOVE ur writing omg like ur entire blog’s format/colouring is so appealing to look at i’m obsessed it’s so pretty and u write the cutest fics omg…. i swear once school ends i’m gonna go on a reading spree and just spend hours on tumblr everyday🙏

SOSOSO nice talking to u ur so sweet ;( love my moots 100% hehehe sending u hugs n kisses :3

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hello!! :>

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i always love meeting new writers on the app! hope to see more of ur works <33 lots of love

[n4giism]

AU REVOIR

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurō/Reader

CONTENT: embarrassing moments, you and kuroo are #strangers, kuroo is late to a job interview, phonecall with kenma

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

“Hey, uh. Can I help you?”

Oh, god. Kuroo Tetsurō has never been more embarrassed.

Not even when he was suffering from a particularly bad case of borborygmus in a completely silent lecture hall, or when he accidentally liked someone’s post from 176 weeks ago. Nor was he this embarrassed the time his umbrella turned inside out and cartwheeled out of his hand into a ditch in front of several cars stopped at a traffic light. And who knows how many embarrassing moments he’s had throughout all his years of volleyball— but this moment right here. It still takes the cake.

Pause, rewind, play: this morning, ten minutes ago. The sky was blue, the birds were chirping, and Kuroo Tetsurō? Ten minutes ago, he was suddenly woken up by a loud sound, although it wasn’t the sound of an alarm, no, for there was no alarm to wake up to. What woke him up was actually a call from Kenma, who almost never called him, so he figured it had to be important.

“Hello? Everything okay?”

“Are you on your way to your interview?”

Of course. How typical of Kenma, always straight to the point, no pleasantries or—

Wait.

“Wh—“ Kuroo blinks a couple times to wake himself up, groggily rubbing his eyes. He lets out a yawn loud enough to shift earth’s tectonics before continuing his sentence, “What’d you say?”

“Your job interview,” Kenma repeats from his phone, “it starts at eight-thirty, doesn’t it?”

Silence fills the conversation for a while. Kuroo’s eyes begin to flutter shut, lulled by the faint sound of static emitted by the call. It isn’t until his phone slips out of his hand and hits the sheets with soft thud! that Kenma speaks up, impeding the drowsy man’s short-lived slumber.

“Hello?”

“Hm,” Kuroo hums.

“You are ready, right?” His best friend’s starting to sound concerned. “Like, all dressed up and halfway out the door ready. Right?”

“Mm… hm.”

Kenma restrains himself from somehow reaching his hands through the phone and violently shaking Kuroo by the shoulders. “That does not sound convincing. Please don’t tell me you’re still in bed.”

Still clueless, Kuroo yawns again, rolling over onto his other side. “And if I am? I set an alarm last night, you didn’t need to call me. I can handle it myself.”

“Kuro,” Kenma says. Now he sounds dead serious, like he’s about to be the deliverer of either some grave news or an overdue love confession. Unfortunately for Kuroo, it’s the former; Kenma drops the bomb without hesitation: “You have twenty minutes before your interview starts.”

“I didn’t realise you were so punctual, Kenma. Twenty minutes, that’s plenty of t—“

Oh.

Oh.

(Pause, rewind, play: the night before. Kuroo turned off all the lights. Hopped under the covers. Went straight to sleep. He did not set his alarm.)

Shit.

“I swear I set my alarm last night,” Kuroo speaks into the phone, running a hand through his hair out of frustration. In the past seven minutes, he’s managed to brush his teeth, get dressed, and exit his apartment without any major troubles. Sure, his hair’s a little… controversial in the back, and there’s some noticeable creases in his button-up shirt, but clearly, a bigger issue lies at hand — and no, it’s not the judging stares that the other pedestrians are giving him as he power-walks through the city. “You don’t think they’ll mind if I’m a few minutes late, do ya?”

Kenma audibly sighs.

“I don’t know what that means, so I’m taking that as you telling me they’ll one hundred-percent hire me on the spot.”

This time, Kenma doesn’t make a sound, though Kuroo senses he may have rolled his eyes. Either that, or he made a face akin to someone tasting a lemon.

“I’m hanging up,” his friend finally says, deciding he’s done enough to help today. Even this is something he considers charitable in their friendship; usually, Kenma prefers to treat calls with his friends like another app on his phone and close out of the call without warning, so maybe Kuroo should be grateful on this glorious day, he thinks.

“What? No, you can’t do that. That’s.”

“…That’s what?”

“Treason,” Kuroo finishes. “I still need your moral support. So—“

There’s a dull beep coming from the other end. Betrayed, Kuroo pulls his phone away from his ear only to be met with the image on his lockscreen — a photo of an outing with his friends some weeks ago — and the ever-daunting time, which currently reads: 08:19. A second later, the screen turns black and he catches sight of his reflection, including his unfortunately dishevelled hair and his wrinkled shirt and—

He winces.

His tie needs serious fixing.

The building where his interview will be at is only a few blocks away. After only a moment’s contemplation, he decides it won’t hurt to spend a minute or two trying to fix whatever fucked up knot he made while he was still dealing with the effects of being just woken up several minutes ago, veering away from his line of travel toward a car parked along the side of the street. Using the tinted window as a mirror, he tugs at the fabric in an attempt to undo it, although to no avail.

Then, the window rolls down.

“Hey, uh.” Concerned eyes lock with his. Kuroo short-circuits, his face turning a sickly colour as his mouth drops in horror, giving the illusion of a fish out of water. “Can I help you?”

Tapping along the rim of your steering wheel, you wait for a response. It isn’t that you’re annoyed or mad or anything along those lines; rather, you were almost flattered at first by the sight of a handsome yet serious-looking man speed-walking past your car before doubling back and staring at you through your window with what you misunderstood as passion in his eyes. But after watching him fidget with his tie for a solid minute, the realisation crashed onto you like tidal waves: he was in fact not nervously blown away by your copious amount of beauty, and now you’re more disappointed than anything.

“I’m so sorry,” Kuroo says with an apologetic smile, straightening from his previously hunched position over your window after realising how creepily close he is. A voice in the back of his mind tells him you have pretty eyes — and pretty hands, he notes a moment later as he steps back to put more distance between the two of you — but he pushes back both thoughts. “Really, I didn’t know you were there.”

“Were you planning to steal my car or something if I wasn’t inside?” You intend for this to be a light-hearted joke, but maybe your tone comes off too bland for him to get it, and now that enough time has passed for you to think about it, you’re not sure what you were trying to do with this ‘joke’ either. Nonetheless, you find amusement in the way his expression swiftly switches from aghast to frantic and even more in the transition of his face to a deeper shade of pink.

However, there’s a part of you that feels bad, so you eventually reassure him, “I’m joking. Would you like some help with your tie?”

Out of the benevolence of your heart, you decide to leave out the part where you mention how it looks like a three year old trying to tie their shoes for the very first time.

Kuroo looks grateful, relieved almost. “Yes, please. Thank you.”

“C’mere, then.”

You motion for him to come closer and reach your hands out the window. Kuroo takes a tentative step forth, though that’s not near close enough for you, so you extend your arm and gently tug on the tie, pulling him forward until your elbows are barely past the window. To make things a little easier, Kuroo spreads his knees slightly, creating a wide triangle with the ground and lowering himself so that he’s level with you. For a brief moment, your eyes drift to meet each other’s before immediately looking away. You focus on fixing his tie, and Kuroo acts interested in a crack in the ground all of sudden.

Even if he does look a bit odd standing like this, he supposes it’s worth the judgmental stares from passers-by once again because in only a matter of a minute, you somehow manage to untie the hideous knot. As you begin retying it, you make an attempt to start up conversation.

“Got something important today?”

“Just a job interview.”

You hum, mildly intrigued. “Where?”

He tells you the company and building, and you beam in recognition of the name.

“I work there! Today’s my day off,” you tell him. Once you’re done, you tug at the tie one last time before, without thinking, moving to brush the dust off his suit jacket with your hands. You freeze up as soon as you realise. (Whatever deity of embarrassment that exists up there must be having a field day with the two of you today.)

“Sorry. That was. Force of habit. I mean, I’ve never done that before— sorry, again. I really don’t know why I did that,” you say honestly. Maybe it’s a thing you’ve seen married couples do on television and subconsciously kept inside your brain like some kind of secret weapon to only be unleashed when you want to woo someone, but you think it’ll be more humiliating if you admit that.

Kuroo laughs. It’s a unique sound, and you find yourself liking it a lot, unable to keep yourself from returning a small smile at him. “It’s fine. We all have our moments.”

“What time’s your interview at?” you ask out of curiosity, leaning an arm out the window.

“Eight-thirty.”

The both of you stare at each other in silence for a couple of seconds.

You purse your lips. “Isn’t that…”

“Yeah.” He glances down the street, then back at you, and it looks like he doesn’t really want to leave yet. Even though he really should. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he reads the time: 08:26. “I probably should get going.”

“Well, it was nice talking to you. Good luck with your interview,” you say, trying your best to not sound dismayed. Right before he leaves, however, something — perhaps the prospect of him not getting the job and you never getting to see him again — urges you to call out to him, “Wait.”

He turns back.

“I, um. Parked here ‘cause I was searching up directions to this café that opened up recently. If you’d like, after your interview, we could go get coffee together. You can tell me all about it if it goes well… or complain if it doesn’t.”

“Of course,” he says immediately. He can’t help but feel giddy inside, internally wanting to kick his feet, twirl his hair, and giggle and squeal like a pig all at once. If he was inside a building or a room, maybe he’d also be comically bouncing off the walls like in cartoons. Regardless of these overwhelming compulsions, he retains his composure, cooly adding, “I’d love that.”

“I’ll wait for you here, then,” you affirm with a smile. “See ya later…” Oh, right. You’ve yet to exchange names, but you suppose that can wait for now. “…stranger.”

Amused, he returns, “Later, stranger.”

As he walks away, a voice in the back of his mind makes note yet again of the fact that you have pretty eyes, pretty hands, and, just now, a pretty smile. Maybe, he thinks, he’ll tell you after the interview.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ break you off by sonder ࿐ྂ

bllk x gn!reader

characters: kenyu yukimiya, tabito karasu, eita otoya, shouei barou, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, gin gagamaru

content: their nicknames part 2!

ari’s note: omd guys yall rly seemed to like part 1 of this nickname series so i thought i should write a part 2😜 here it is hope u like it !

part 1

kenyu yukimiya:

— yukki

people call him this often. it’s the name he introduces himself with.

“hello, my name is yukimiya. but you can just call me yukki.” because he’s friendly and chill like that.

you and all his friends call him this and he addresses himself as ‘yukki’ too. it’s such a cute name.

— ken

ken! that means you are his barbie <3 he likes joking around with this name and you do too!

well it is true, he would do anything for you like how ken does anything for barbie.

if you like to watch barbie movies/series he’ll gladly watch them with you too. i feel like yukki is also the type of guy who isn’t afraid to wear pink in public he’s ALL for it.

— ken-not see

i feel like karasu and otoya made fun of him with this😭

like just imagine this silly trio arguing and yukki brings up something like, “why don’t you stop putting so much gel in your hair, some of it seeped into your brain and now you’re all stupid!” to karasu and the room goes silent.

otoya giggles a bit and before y’know it karasu it biting back with, “yeah? at least i can see! ken-yu see?! how ‘bout that?!”

yukki is shocked and otoya is just laughing to himself watching this unfold and now, karasu has yukki’s contact changed to “ken-not see”.

tabito karasu:

— tabi

such a cute name for a manly guy. you call him this often and he seems to like it. sometimes he likes it so much that he won’t respond if you call him “tabito” or “karasu”

he’ll only respond if you call him ‘tabi’!!!

and only from you!! like if his friends call him ‘tabi’ he’ll ignore it because it’s special and only for you to use.

— tiramisu

the two of you were playing around with words and you somehow managed to connect the word ‘tiramisu’ to his full name.

the ‘t’ is taken from ‘tabito’, and ‘tiramisu’ rhymes with ‘karasu’ hence this ridiculous but funny nickname came to be.

— kraasu

like just imagine the typos you make when you text him and one day ‘kraasu’ popped up and you haven’t let it go ever since.

i guess it’s also an easier way to say ‘karasu’ it’s basically just shortened to ‘krasu’ y’know!

eita otoya:

— ei

he doesn’t really mind it, but it’s cute. just ‘ei’.

— toyota

he frowns a little when people call him this but he doesn’t stop them. it’s like a playful name for ‘otoya’.

sometimes people confuse his name as ‘toyota’ like the car too so!

— yoda

if you take his last name ‘otoya’ and just merely play around with it and mix up the letters to ‘yota’ it sounds just like ‘yoda’!

and it suits him (???) because of the green in his hair just like the actual yoda from star wars!

shouei barou:

— sho/shou

simple. short. easy.

barou likes it when you call him this, it’s cute and he replies to this name.

— baron bunny

kinda like amber from genshin💀 i’m so sorry if you don’t play but basically there’s a character who has these bombs that explode and she calls them baron bunny.

idk i just thought barou’s name is similar to baron when i first started bllk lolol

— barou, barou, kyun!

LMAO nagi and isagi will not let this ago during that blue lock selection games. when you started dating barou and met with his friends from bllk they were quick to tell you about how barou acted during their time in blue lock.

nagi having a fever dream about barou being a maid and isagi adding on to it with barou wearing a maid costume and chigiri would’ve done his makeup with bright red lipstick.

it’s funny to think about…

oliver aiku:

— oli

sometimes he doesn’t like it because of oli london😭 but it sounds so nice and the way it rolls off your tongue makes him melt so he forgets about that cursed koreaboo and just loves when you call him this.

— ai/aiku

he especially loves ‘ai’ because it translates to ‘love’!

so it’s kinda like you’re calling him ‘love’ when you call him ‘ai’ ugh he just loves it.

— captain

you joke around and call him this when he tells you to do something.

“y/n, could you get more of my protein snacks from the store later?” “yes, captain.”

“y/n, could you help to time my runs today?” “of course, captain.”

it doesn’t faze him, he’s so used to being called captain by his teammates that he doesn’t really care.

michael kaiser:

— micha

pronounced as ‘mika’. it’s cute, he smirks a little when you call him this.

— kai

i guess he likes this too! it’s simple and easy to pronounce.

— liebling/schatz

he loves when you call him any of these names. any german term of endearment, he just loves it.

he’ll also call you this too, and so you picked it up from him and begun calling him these lovely names too!!!

gin gagamaru:

— ginnie

he smiles sooo wide his eyes close when you called him this for the first time. he didn’t know how much he loved being called a nickname until it slipped out of your mouth!

“you’re calling me that? that’s so cute…” he mutters, all smiley and giggly.

i guess there are two pronounciations for this. it could be “ginnie” with a g, or like “jinnie”!!!

— gaga/lady gaga

he was confused at first like “who is lady gaga” until you explained to him and he likes it!

he thinks it’s silly and cute.

— gin

short and sweet. he likes his name already but he loves it even more when you call him this. it just melts his heart and he just loves you so much :,)

end.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ in a trance by malcolm todd ࿐ྂ

blue lock x fem!reader

characters: reo mikage, kenyu yukimiya, shouei barou

content: part 3 of weird/bad habits they have. reader wears glasses in reo's, also a bit of cursing (reo), aged up (yukimiya) and yukki can drive lol, barou is a secret swiftie in denial.

ari's note: i looove yukki sm he's my second fav after nagi omg i love yukimiya i love him sm he is so underrated <3333

part 1. part 2.

reo mikage: eating pizza with cutlery

"hey, i'm hungry." reo said as he rolled on the bed, landing next to you. he lay on his tummy and rested his face on his palms, looking up at you as you did work on your laptop beside him on your bed.

"hm, me too." you replied, feeling your stomach grumble a little.

"whaddya wanna eat?" he asked, sitting up cross-legged, resting his chin on your shoulder as an attempt to peek at the work you were doing.

"it's up to you. i'm still busy, so you can choose." you mumbled, pushing up your glasses and continued typing away on your laptop. reo kept quiet until he decided on what he wanted to eat.

"let's eat caviar."

"what the fuck? that's so expensive, reo." you shook your head, your attention now on reo after he suggested that ridiculously expensive food for a normal lunch.

"what? i had it for dinner a few nights ago with my parents." he said, confused. you sighed. he was from a rich family, after all. of course he had fancy meals 3 times a day.

"we can eat caviar." he pouted.

"no."

"yes."

"we should save caviar and any other fancy meal for an important day; like our anniversary, or our birthdays." you suggested. you couldn't imagine eating things like caviar, foie grass and other expensive meats on a daily basis. reo hummed in reply, "alright, fine. caviar is good though."

"let's just eat pizza, is that okay?" you asked and reo nodded excitedly.

"yes! i haven't had pizza in sooooo long!"

you rolled your eyes playfully and chuckled. he had steak and other fancy foods everyday, but something as simple and delicious as pizza was a rarity to him.

you pulled out your phone and ordered some pizza to be delivered to your house and continued with your work. reo stayed with you the entire time, changing his position ever so often; from laying his head on your lap, or wrapping his arms around your waist.

soon, the doorbell rung and reo went to answer it. the pizza had arrived. you asked him to bring the pizza to your room and that you'd eat there. reo took quite awhile though. did he trip and fall on his way or something?

you were completely immersed in your work in your laptop, until you heard the clinking of cutlery and plates.

"reo?" you called, looking up from your laptop.

he emerged from the door, holding the pizza box and 2 plates, along with forks and knives.

"reo, why the heck did you bring the fork and knives? and what's with the plates?" you questioned, puzzled.

"what? it's to eat the pizza with, of course." he replied nonchalantly and settled on your bed.

he placed a slice of pizza on his plate and begun cutting it with his fork and knife. he was eating the pizza like how he'd eat steak. you watched silently, mouth parted as you watched your purple haired boyfriend continue with his meal.

"y/n? come on, eat up! i'll cut up a slice for you!"

you couldn't say anything and reo took the silence as an 'okay, i allow you to cut up my pizza.'

you didn't have the heart to tell him that pizza could just be eaten with your barehands just like that, and that there was no need for plates or cutlery. you'd have to teach him about the way average people do, and how it's different from the way the rich do.

kenyu yukimiya: speeding up when driving over a bridge

the day had finally come for the long awaited road trip you and your boyfriend, yukimiya, have planned! it was a day trip on the road to a resort somewhere very far from where the two of you lived. it was a 24 hour car ride, but you didn't mind it since you would be with yukki throughout. he's gotten his license a few months ago and he drives really well!

he rarely gets road rage, and he knows when to slow down or speed up. he would drive you to school, or anywhere in general and it was perfect since he'd let you handle the music. you knew this road trip with him would be perfect. nothing sounds better than being in a car with your loved one, music filling your ears, the ac turned on and just being in the lovely presence that yukki radiated.

everything was going fine. you were 2 hours in the trip and had made 2 stops at previous gas stations to get food and water, as well as use the bathroom and get a stretch break from being seated in the car.

soon, you looked up ahead and noticed a bridge. with water underneath it. it was like a reservoir and there were many other cars driving across the big bridge. you could see tall buildings in the distance across the bridge and it excited you that you would be driving past a nearby city!

the stereo was playing your shared playlist with yukki and he was humming along to the song while you told him some funny stories.

upon reaching the bridge, however, you almost. almost. met your death.

okay, that may be an exaggeration. but it truly felt like you almost saw the light.

yukki, who was driving at a speed of 50km/h, suddenly increased it to 102km/h, as he sped across the bridge.

"it was so funny, i almost died of laughter- h-hey! yukki?!" you jolted as he suddenly sped up halfway through one of your stories.

"hold on!" he replied, pushing his glasses up and running a hand through his hair.

"y-yukki!? what's gotten into you! oh my god, be careful! you almost hit that truck!" you screamed a bit as he accelerated even more and more. you didn't even dare to look over to his side to see what his speed was.

it already felt like he was going at 1000km/h, even though that was not possible, but it really felt that way. you could hear the zooming of your car tires on the road, all the other cars passing by you swiftly. if the car windows were open, you're sure your hair would be flying everywhere.

he was changing lanes quickly, going left, right, then left again, then staying in the middle, then going left and right and so on. he was dodging all the cars in his way, speeding up even faster as he did so.

"yukki! oh my god, slow down! you're gonna get us killed!" you wailed, clutching the pillow on your lap and holding it tight. yukki showed no signs of slowing down. his face remained calm and focused as he continued his pursuit.

he might as well become a race car driver if he wants to drive at this ridiculous speed, you thought.

as soon as the car got off the long bridge, yukki slowed down to the normal 50km/h speed once more.

"you idiot! what was that all about? fantasizing being a race car driver, yukki?!" you scolded, catching your breath and wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on your forehead. it was so intense, the ac was turned on yet you were sweating and panting from that drive.

"race car driver? i was just driving normally, silly." he chuckled, pulling over at the nearest gas station and parked the car. you had never, ever, seen yukki drive at anything more than 80km/h.

"you've never drove that fast before..." you whined, meeting his eyes.

"yeah? that's 'cause we've never had to drive over a bridge back at home." he chuckled light-heartedly and pushed his glasses up.

you looked at him, confusion written all over your face, "what's that supposed to mean? why do we need to speed up over a bridge?"

"in case it collapses." he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

you sucked in air through gritted teeth and frowned, "you stupid four eyes."

he tilted his head as you got out of the car, walking to the bathroom, leaving a confused yukki.

"what? y/n! are you not anxious that the bridge might fall!?" he called out from behind you, locking the car and chasing after you.

shouei barou: using songs as timers

"hm? not going to the gym today?" you asked as you saw your boyfriend still at home. it was 11am and normally by now, barou would be at the gym until 1pm.

he shook his head, "nah, decided to stay home and work out instead. i'm gonna start now, actually."

you shrugged and gave him a thumbs up. you left him to do his workout in peace so you went to the kitchen to make something to eat. however, you started hearing familiar lyrics and a tune...

they sounded like... shake it off? by taylor swift?

you thought you were going crazy and was just hallucinating her voice in your head until you realised the song was actually playing. leaving the kitchen, you followed the muffled tune of the song which led you to the living room where barou would be working out.

and there, you saw the music video playing on the tv, along with barou lifting weights and doing squats as taylor continued singing in the back.

"sho? i didn't know you listened to taylor swift..." you choked down a laugh at the thought of barou singing to taylor's songs.

"what? i don't!" he replied mid-squat. "just usin' her songs as a timer. once she reaches the second verse i'll switch to another workout." he explained, red forming on his cheeks and ears.

"heh, whatever you say. nothing wrong with enjoying taylor, though." you giggled, whispering that last part but just loud enough for him to ear. he clicked his tongue.

"tch, whatever. she's okay."

you waved your hand, dismissing the topic and retreating back to the kitchen. as you cooked a meal, you heard different songs from taylor swift playing. maybe he really is a fan.

end.

hey queens sorry for the late upload😍 this took awhile cus my back really hurts when typing on my laptop omd so i just kept putting this on hold but here it is!!!

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ blue butterflies by jhin ࿐ྂ

blue lock x fem!reader

content: dancing kpop songs with them! or just dancing in general. i’ll include what songs, what bands/artists etc!!! i didn’t specify the characters that well so really just think of any of your favs!

ari’s note: this turned out more like a brainrot than an actual fanfic😭 sorry guys but hope u enjoy because this was so fun to write i actually kept giggling while writing

— super shy by newjeans

LMFAO can you imagine big buff strong characters like kunigami, raichi, and gagamaru dancing to super shy. it would be so funny. they probably didn’t even wanna do it but you forced them to and they didn’t wanna make you sad so.. dancing to super shy it is!

characters like them probably wanted to just sit and watch you dance, clap for you (kunigami), make fun of you (raichi) or maybe get up and do certain moves here and there (gagamaru), but to think that they’d end up doing the whole dance?????? the entire dance break, with the waacking part??? it was not in their vision to be doing this.. but oh well!

i can also imagine characters like yukimiya, karasu, iemon and kira watching you dance at first. but after seeing how fun it is, they get up and join you too!!! they don’t know what they’re doing and you’re both laughing but it doesn’t matter. bonus points if you’re dancing in the middle of the night and the whole neighbourhood is asleep!!!!

— can’t help falling in love with you by elvis presley OR unchained melody by the righteous brothers

these songs are LITERALLYYY made for slow dancing. characters who want to savour the night with you by holding your waist and having you place your arms on their chest as you both sway left and right.

the atmosphere is so loving, and it’s in this moment that you know how much he loves you and he knows how much you love him. the way he looks into your eyes and you can practically see yourself engraved in his pupil. i can imagine these with characters like barou, zantetsu, and eita.

barou, the selfish king has finally found his queen who’s worthy of his attention and love.

zantetsu, who sometimes doesn’t know left from right, can finally dance to the rhythm of the music with you. he even manages to not step on your foot!! (he probably asked reo and nagi for help. then reo made him slow dance with nagi to practice while reo sung horribly for them LMFAOAOA).

and of course! our dearest eita otoya. sometimes nobody knows what he’s thinking about; but the answer is obvious. what else would he be thinking about if not you? there’s only you in his head.

slow dancing with characters like shidou, hiori, rin, sae and others would be fun too.

now, imagine if the playlist suddenly goes from these romantic songs… to an upbeat song like call me maybe by carly rae jepsen!!!! it probably broke the romantic atmosphere.. but for the better of course! life is fun when you’re dancing around with your lover without a care in the world.

characters like rin, hiori and shidou would giggle a bit when the song suddenly changed and you broke eye contact. it was really like they were in a trance!

shidou would spin you around like a ballerina and laugh a bit. he’d do silly dances and pull you along with him. at the more upbeat parts he’d pretend to play the background guitar music while you grabbed a tv remote and pretended it to be singing into it. you’re both VERY off key… but with shidou it doesn’t matter.

NOW RIN probably wouldn’t know what to do. he’s awkward. you’re probably the one who has to spin him like a ballerina. and my god… it’s hard for him to spin since you’re so much shorter than him. he has to bend his back and at first he’s confused like “wtf are you doing y/n” until you go “spin!! rin c’mon! spin!” and he gets the hint and spins LOLL he’s so cute. you probably make him jump around and he doesn’t know what’s going on but he knows for sure that he is happy.

hiori… oh sweet hiori. he’s giggling so much at how you dance and drag his hand along for him to dance too! and he does!!!! hiori’s a silly boyfriend. he does NOT care that the windows are wide open. he doesn’t care that both your hairs are in a mess, both of you sweating like no tomorrow. heck, he’s probably even taking this dancing as a workout!!! but more importantly, he’s happy that you’re happy!!

— we are never ever getting back together by taylor swift

OR JUST any taylor song tbh. like lover, fearless, all too well (10 min ver), enchanted.

this with characters like nagi, reo, isagi, bachira, etc.

it probably just started off with karaoke. you were singing while he was working out on the floor and he used the songs as a timer.

“ok when taylor gets to the second verse i’ll switch to left plank.”

bachira probably listens to taylor. and reo is a swiftie. so they know all the tea.

they find you getting a little too into it at the songs. and he joins you. like imagine reo doing push-ups on the floor while going, “I WAS ENCHANTED TO MEET YOUUU!!”

he didn’t know when he stopped doing his workout. he didn’t know how he ended up singing fearless with you and dancing around. you’re both pretending like you’re in a music video. dancing and singing with emotion. you two are practically having your own concert!! (i will attend 100%!)

like just imagine the two of you getting emotional and singing like you’re getting into the worst heartbreak of your lives while singing all too well, knowing DAMNNN well that your relationship with him is healthy and strong.

reo and bachira would probably be the type to go, “wait let’s break up for 10 mins so we can enjoy all too well properly,” LMAO.

nagi and isagi probably don’t listen to taylor but they know the popular ones. and they know all the lyrics too because you always blast them at home, or he keeps hearing their friends (reo and bachira) playing it during soccer.

they find themselves unconsciously singing along and before they know it, they’re in the middle of the living room dancing with you.

— out of my league by fitz and the tantrums

ok let’s just say.. you’re both in the kitchen cooking/baking/cleaning while he had his speaker on the kitchen counter blasting music from your shared playlist.

and the songs go from like chill r&b to out of my league. and the two of you look at each other from wherever you’re standing in the kitchen. a small smirk appears on your face as you start singing and dancing. characters like chigiri and sae would be confused until you hype them up and they dance JUUUUST a little bit. ok maybe not a little.

chigiri would move his shoulders a bit. but SAE.. he’ll just admire and chuckle at you. but if you drag him along he’ll just follow too.

but, characters like nanase WILL smirk back at you and he knows what you’re thinking. you’re both dancing around the kitchen, the fire on the stove just bubbling as you both forget why you’re here in the first place. the kitchen has become a dance floor, a club, a party, whatever. MAYBE nanase will be sure to keep you safe in the kitchen. occasionally dancing, then pausing to continue cutting vegetables, then pour vegetables in the pot, then continue dancing again. bro gets work done!

end.

are some of these ooc?? yes probably. and there’s so many characters in blue lock i can’t keep track of them all so i definitely forgot some characters but PLEASE! these are all free hcs so u can imagine them however you want!!

[n4giism]

AHUEGHUEGHUEGH

PAIRING: Bachira Meguru/Reader

CONTENT: established relationship, one (1) kiss, reader is sick, bachira uses hyperboles to express his love for u

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

“Can I kiss you?”

It’s relatively quiet until Bachira’s question rings out all of a sudden, his voice a lively sound contrasting the dull buzz of the television. Lethargically, you move your gaze from the movie you’re watching over to his grinning face, lit up by the glow of the screen. Another couple seconds pass of you giving him a long, pensive stare before his words finally register in your fever-debilitated mind, although by the time you do, it’s a little too late for you to respond as Bachira speaks up again, eagerly taking your hand in his own.

His thumb sweeps across the back of your hand, a simple yet effective action that sends waves of electricity up your arm and straight to your brain.

“I reeeally wanna kiss you.”

“Absolutely not,” you say with a grimace, resisting the urge to cringe when your voice comes out all gurgly. You think your answer is perfectly reasonable, given your state at the moment, though apparently, Bachira isn’t aware of the fact that sharing mouth germs with a sick person isn’t the wisest thing to do, and this is evident in the way he tilts his head to the side in confusion.

“Why not? And why’re you looking at me like that?” His other hand comes up and reaches over to rub the space in between your furrowed eyebrows, his thumb tenderly smoothing away your frown. “It’s not like I asked you for a billion yen or something. Just one kiss, that’s all.”

“Meguru” — you move your hands vaguely, gesturing to all the medicines, tissue boxes, cough drops, and eucalyptus oil that currently clutter the coffee table — “I’m sick.”

“Maybe with the power of true love’s kiss, you’ll feel better.”

“That won’t save you from getting sick,” you reason.

“Well, you know what I always say…,” Bachira trails off with a playful wink. You’re not sure what that’s supposed to imply, considering nothing comes to mind when you try to think of something he always says (allegedly). Regardless, you suppose it won’t hurt to indulge him.

“What. What do you always say?”

“I’m so glad you asked!” All of a sudden, his voice turns philosophical, like his next words are about to be really profound. You can’t tell if you’re hallucinating by this point, but you swear there’s a sparkly aura surrounding him as he talks. “For you, I’d risk it all. I’d dive into a pit of lava to save you and walk through a blizzard just to see you. I’d do a trust fall off the highest cliff if you were at the bottom to catch me, and I’d climb the steepest mountains just to be with you. I’d even love you if you were suddenly transformed into a worm, or any other animal for that matter. So risking getting sick in exchange for one singular kiss with you— that’s like nothing to me.”

There’s a long period of silence that ensues. You ignore the searing ache that shoots up from the base of your head as Bachira ogles you with a smile, waiting expectantly for an answer. Surely, you must be impressed right now, he thinks.

Quite frankly, however, you can’t help but feel the opposite.

“Okay. Um. Swoon.” You emphasise this by weakly placing a hand over your forehead, and Bachira celebrates with an ecstatic fist pump. “You’ve never said that before, though.”

“So what?” He waves his hand dismissively. “A little exaggeration’s never hurt anyone. Always, never— there’s hardly a difference, I think.”

“Hm. Too bad I don’t kiss liars.”

A melodramatic gasp escapes him. “Liar?”

Before you can respond, he flops over to your side of the couch, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and you let out a yelp at the sudden weight on top of you. Nonetheless, you don’t bother pushing him away, actually relishing in the sensation of his colder skin against yours.

His voice comes out muffled: “I’m not a liar. I still meant what I said.”

“Uh-huh.” You click your tongue disapprovingly. “Lying to a sick person is probably one of the cruelest things you could do, you know.”

“Wow, you’re so right! Good thing I’ve never done that ever!”

Wrinkling your nose, you press your hands against his chest in an attempt to push him off. “Get off, I’m sick of you— oh. Don’t laugh.”

Bachira lifts his head just to offer you a teasing smile. Normally, you’d find this sight of him cute and endearing and whatnot, but right now, you think you’ve never seen anything more heinous before. Your brain willingly hallucinates devil horns sprouting from both sides of his head as he taunts you, “Ha-ha-ha. You’re such a comedian, [Y/n]! So funny. So hilarious. A bundle of joy to be around, truly.”

“You’re literally the worst.”

“You love me regardless,” he says, before letting out a dramatic sigh. It’s almost as if another switch has been activated because now he sounds like someone straight out of a Shakespearean play, in the sense that he sounds overwhelmingly… woeful. “Why won’t you let me kiss you, still? All I want is to smooch my significant other, yet it seems like all the odds are against me today. The universe. It’s conspiring.”

“Meguru.”

“Wait, I’m not done. Is it such a crime for me to want to lock lips with you? To want to have our tongues battle for dominance while we passionately gaze into each other’s orbs and—“

“Meguru,” you say a bit more loudly.

“Hm?” He sends a questioning glance your way, half-expecting you to tell him to shut up, but instead, you wrap your arms around him with a small smile that is partly because you’re more than amused by his behaviour, enough that the heat in your forehead feels like nothing compared to minutes prior; and also because, as silly as his mini soliloquy was with all the exaggeration, you consider it genuine enough and so him that it’s more heartwarming than anything else.

“Go ahead,” you tell him. “Kiss me.”

“Huh. Thought you didn’t kiss liars— ah, never mind.”

Brushing aside his failed attempt at smugness, Bachira grins and presses his lips to yours.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ frontal lobe muzik by daniel caesar ࿐ྂ

blue lock x fem!reader

characters: rensuke kunigami, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri

content: part 2 of weird/bad habits they have. a bit of cursing (kunigami) and i added two parts for bachira bcus he’s #bestboy

ari’s note: i love daniel caesar sm omd. also for part 3 i’m probably gonna do reo, yukimiya and another character i haven’t decided yet lol so stay tuned!!

part 1. part 3.

rensuke kunigami: setting alarms every second and not getting up

it was your first time sleeping in the same bed as your boyfriend. it had been a long time into your relationship with kunigami but you both never slept over at each other's houses before, let alone in the same bed. that is until today where you both lost track of time and it had already gotten too late for kunigami to head home. hence you suggested for him to just sleep at your house for the night and he agreed.

seeing your boyfriend aggressively doing something with his phone made you curious to ask what he was doing. was it something he always did before bed? you were very curious.

"what are you doing, kuni?"

"i'm setting my alarm to wake up for gym tomorrow. i gotta get up at 6. you can go to sleep first, it'll take awhile." he replied, kissing your forehead and looking back at his phone.

"what? it's just one alarm, why would it take so long?" you asked and sat up from lying down beside kunigami, who was currently leaning against the headboard.

you scooted closer to him and saw the monstrosity he had created. on his phone, in his clock app, were what felt like a hundred alarms. all one second apart from each other.

"oh my god, kuni.. what the hell are you doing?" you asked, shock laced your voice as kunigami kept setting more and more alarms.

he mentioned getting up at 6, and he was already setting alarms for 7am.

"what's wrong? i'm just setting my alarm." he replied, confused as to why you were shocked.

"you said 'alarm', kuni. what you're doing is setting 'alarmsssss'! with an 's'! plural alarm!" you explained, eyes wide; still shocked that he had set so many alarms.

"you're overthinking it, dear. i probably don't even need this many alarms. i usually get up at the first one, trust me. i'm just taking precautions." he chuckled light-heartedly.

"you sure?" you asked, concerned and worried. it would be living hell if the alarm rang for an hour straight. plus, having your sleep interrupted at 6 in the morning on a weekend does not sound like a lovely idea at all.

"yes, trust me. i'll turn off all the other alarms once i'm up, okay? you won't even know i'm awake!" he reassured.

you eyed him suspiciously, but ultimately let it go and just went to sleep. he is kunigami rensuke, after all. you trusted him. he keeps his word.

kunigami bonus!:

god, you were losing your mind. it was currently 6:08am. how did you know the exact time? it's thanks to kunigami and his army of alarms. you heard him snooze them 8 times already.

and to make it worse, kunigami's alarm sound was the rooster crowing one.

you whined and covered your ears with the blanket. but even that couldn't block out the stupid alarms. you could even hear kunigami snoring away.

"kuni.. get the fucking alarms," you mumbled, eyes closing but the constant rooster ringing in your ear kept you from drifting to your slumber.

it rung for another 3 minutes - the longest 3 minutes of your life - until you decided to get up and turn the alarms off yourself.

getting up, you reached over kunigami's body and grabbed his phone. you took his hand and used his finger to unlock the password and you finally shut off all the alarms.

sighing, you placed the phone back on the bedside table and went back to sleep, "so much for, 'trust me!', 'you won't even know i'm awake!'" you mocked sleepily.

let's just say, kunigami did not go to the gym that morning.

meguru bachira: using auto caps in the middle of a sentence

he does this very often, especially when he’s trying to emphasise a point. his texts also have a lot of typos, only god knows what he’s trying to say.

meguru bachira pt 2: refuses to leave until you say “i love you” back

“i’m going now!” bachira called as he put on his shoes. he checked that he had everything he needed for soccer practice and stood up from the stool.

you emerged from the bedroom and ran to him, engulfing him in a tight hug, “okay, take care. have fun at soccer!” you said and pulled his face down to give him a kiss.

“i will! okay, i’m going now. bye bye, i love you.” he said and picked up his shoe bag and opened the door.

“okay, bye!” you waved.

“i love you.” he repeated.

“i know! take care!” you said, worried. why isn’t he leaving yet?

“i said i love you!!!” he pouted.

“yes, i heard. now go! or you’re gonna be late!” you pestered, about to close the door but bachira quickly put his foot between the door and the wall.

“say it back!!” he whined.

“what? meguru, you’re seriously gonna be late!” you replied, panicked.

“you don’t love me anymore?” he whimpered, tears forming in his eyes.

“what! meguru, what are you on about? of course i do.” you answered and embraced his body lightly.

“then why didn’t you say it back!”

“oh my god, bachira. you’re really like a child.”

“i don’t care. i’m not leaving until you tell me you love me.” he said, put down his shoe bag and stood his ground. crossing his arms and huffing, he meant what he said.

“oh my god.. okay, okay! i love you too, megu! i love you so much! now please hurry and go! or isagi’s gonna be calling my phone non-stop asking where you are!” you said and motioned your arms for him to go.

“okay! bye!! i love you sooo much, y/n!” he exclaimed, happy that you told him you love him. he picked up his things and walked off.

hyoma chigiri: giving you a cup of ice when he's mad

dating chigiri came with many things. it included him sharing his hair care tips with you and a lot of healthy eating because he prioritised healthy eating a lot.

but it also came with his princess needs. like how he needs his hair to air dry for 15 minutes before he applies all the different hair oils, hair serums, hair masks and whatnot. he also had a strict diet. and he always, absolutely always, made time for his leg care where he’d hog the tv for an hour or so, and move all the sofas and the coffee table away to roll out his yoga mat and just meditate and do whatever he needs to do for that hour.

dating chigiri also came with his many weird habits. the one that baffled you the most was him giving you a cup of ice when he’s mad.

because chigiri had a strict routine to follow everyday, sometimes it hindered with your own needs too. like wanting to use the bathroom but he was in the shower for what felt like forever, rinsing and shampooing his hair.

it was especially difficult when the two of you just started living together. the both of you were unable to coexist in the same house and adjust your routines to one another. but with time, things changed and now the two of you live comfortably. you found yourself pondering about the first time chigiri got mad at you over something small and it made you giggle a bit.

it started when you found his secret stash of strawberries. chigiri’s favourite fruit was strawberries in the fridge and he always included them in his diet - whether it’s in his morning breakfast, or blending them in his protein shake.

not knowing the strawberries were so important to him, you ate just a few of his strawberries. you did not know that chigiri counted his strawberries, and only ate a certain amount at a time. you also did not know that he had a small notebook that he uses to keep track of his routines; counting strawberries included.

chigiri was appalled to discover that he was short on strawberries when he was making his protein shake that afternoon. he noticed the green leaves of the strawberries were in the nearby bin and he connected the pieces together to come to the conclusion that you had ate his precious strawberries.

“hyo! could you help me here, please? i dropped my lip balm behind the dresser, i need you to help me move it!” you called from your bedroom. chigiri rolled his eyes, huffing in annoyance.

you were on your phone waiting for chigiri when he came in the room holding a glass of - what looked like - ice.

“oh thank goodness you’re here, hyo.” you sighed in relief upon seeing his face. he pouted, placed the glass of ice on your dresser and walked away.

“what? hyo! hello!? hyo? what is this for?!” you called again and looked at the glass of ice, puzzled.

he didn’t talk to you the entire day, but he followed you around the house like a puppy, and whenever you attempted to throw the ice away, he’d quickly intercept, shaking his head silently and placing the glass on the counter. then when you asked him for an explanation, he walked away.

after a few attempts of discarding the ice - and chigiri coming to stop you - you gave up, and just left the glass there.

it was around 9pm and you were washing the dishes with chigiri standing right beside you, until he turned his head to where the glass of ice was and he saw that it had melted into water.

“you ate my strawberries,” he finally said.

“what? hyo, you didn’t talk to me the whole day, and the first thing you say after, what, 9 hours, is ‘you ate my strawberries’?” you replied, jolting a bit when he suddenly spoke.

“yeah.” he answered quickly like it wasn’t a big deal.

“i told myself i’d talk to you after the ice melted.” he added.

“is that what all this is about, hyo?” you muttered and he nodded.

“i’m gonna break up with you if you try that again,” you threatened light-heartedly and chigiri quickly bit back, “then i’ll give you more ice cubes. once it melts then we are dating again.”

he knew you were joking and that’s the worst part. chigiri always had his way, he knew you couldn’t not love him.

you looked at him and he gave you a blank stare.

“you’re so weird, hyo.”

“but you still love me.”

“… whatever.”

end.

[n4giism]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ under the stars is when i’m over the moon

ari’s masterlist!

— blue lock:

; romanticist by yves tumor || r. mikage he takes care of you when you're sick.

; nikes by frank ocean || r. itoshi you lose your memory and forget about him.

; inside this dream by carego || y. isagi, m. bachira, r. itoshi, h. chigiri, r. kunigami, r. mikage & s. nagi. part 1 of blue lock boys and their nicknames

; dirty dancing by cody jon || y. isagi, r. itoshi & s. nagi. part 1 of weird habits they have.

; frontal lobe muzik by daniel caesar || r. kunigami, m. bachira & h. chigiri. part 2 of weird habits they have.

; blue butterflies by jhin || multiple bllk dancing with blue lock boys.

; in a trance by malcolm todd || r. mikage, k. yukimiya & s. barou. part 3 of weird habits they have.

; break you off by sonder || k. yukimiya, t. karasu, e. otoya, s. barou, o. aiku, m. kaiser & g. gagamaru. part 2 of blue lock boys and their nicknames.

— ateez

nothing yet!

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ dirty dancing by cody jon ࿐ྂ

blue lock x fem!reader

characters: yoichi isagi, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi (separate)

content: weird/bad habits they have

ari's note: i'll make a part two soon! let me kno who u want to see in the second part!!!

part 2. part 3.

yoichi isagi: folding the top corner of a book as a bookmark

"ichi! yoichi!" you called from the kitchen. you were currently baking some cookies that you wanted to gift to isagi's friend, bachira, for his birthday.

"come here and help me taste test the cookies, please!" you called again when you got no reply from your boyfriend.

a few minutes passed and still no reply from him.

"ugh, is he deaf? oh my goodness.." you sighed, rinsing your hands and drying them with a towel before going to his room to get him.

"yoichi! i've been calling you!" you snapped as you slammed his door open. isagi jolted in surprise from the manga he was reading as you suddenly opened his door.

he removed the earbuds from his ear and sighed softly, "oh, it's just you. you gave me a heart attack there.."

you rubbed your temples and heaved in frustration, "reading my manga again? goodness.."

he nodded happily.

"yes! thanks for lending it to me, by the way. could i borrow the entire collection? i want to read them at home when i'm free." he asked, returning his attention back to the manga.

"ah, sure. just take care of it, 'kay? those are expensive as hell." you answered and wanted to walk away when you remembered why you called for him in the first place, "oh! right. come and try the cookies i baked, ichi. need someone to taste them before i give them to birthday boy bachira."

he looked up at the mention of cookies, "oh! cookies?! i'm coming!!"

he folded the top page of the manga he was reading as a bookmark so he could go back and read it again later.

"h-hey! don't fold the manga page like that. oh my god! my manga! isagi, quick unfold it! hurry, isagi!" you wailed for your precious manga.

"h-huh?! what did i do?! unfold!? what?!" isagi panicked, not knowing the damage he had done to your precious, expensive manga.

"you idiot! you don't just fold the pages like that for a bookmark, isagi! use a card, or a random piece of paper, or something! don't just fold it! oh my god.. my manga... it's ruined..." you dramatically cried and isagi's eyes widened in horror.

"i-i'm sorry, y/n!! i'll... i'll get you.. n-new manga! please don't cry, don't cry!" isagi panicked, holding your folded manga in his hands like it was some dying animal.

"oh? new manga? okay, you said so, isagi. i'm expecting my new manga tomorrow." you said and got up, flashing him a playful grin and going back to the kitchen.

"what? hey! i thought you were crying, don't do this to me! y/n!" isagi shouted, chasing after you to the kitchen.

rin itoshi: leaving you on heard

you and rin were currently watching a movie in the living room. well, it was mostly you watching. rin just sat on the couch with you to keep you company. he was mindlessly scrolling through his phone, the sounds from the movie you were watching were merely just white noise to him.

"eh? isn't that the same actor in the series we watched a few months ago?" you gasped upon seeing a familiar actor in the movie you were currently watching.

no reply.

"rin?"

still no reply.

"hello, rin itoshi?" you called, eyes glued on the tv still.

"rinnie?" you kept calling his name until you were able to pull your eyes from the screen and look at your boyfriend, who you thought was sleeping since he didn't reply to any of your calls.

you looked at your boyfriend. he had one arm resting on the armrest of the couch, his head leaning on his fist, reading something on his phone. clearly awake.

you shrugged, brushing off his silence. maybe he's reading something important. you returned your attention back to the tv, forgetting about your question to him.

"yeah, i think it's the same actor." rin replied after 15 minutes, still looking at his phone.

you turned to look at him in confusion, "what? you took so long to answer, were you googling it?"

rin lifted his face from his phone and raised a brow at you, "googling? what would i be googling? i was reading this crime article i found." he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

you gave him a puzzled look, "you know what? never mind. thanks for confirming, rin."

"of course. you're welcome, love." he nonchalantly replied and turned his attention back to his crime article as though he didn't just leave you on heard for a whopping 15 minutes.

seishiro nagi: drinking milk with ice

"hey, girlfriend? could you get me a glass of milk, please? i'm so thirsty." nagi called out while he was laying on the couch while you were in the kitchen.

"i'm busy, sei. come and get it yourself." you called back while washing the dishes.

"huhhh, but i'm sooo lazyyy. can you do it for me, girlfriend? pretty please?" he whined quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

"ugh, fine. but only because i love you." you sighed, drying your hands and paused washing the dishes as you grabbed a glass and took the milk carton from the fridge.

you poured the milk into the glass and placed it on the coffee table in front of nagi, who had sat up from his lying down position on the couch.

he smiled cheekily at you, "hehe, thank you, girlfriend. i love you, you always take care of me."

you blushed and looked away, "whatever, sei. just drink your milk and come help me in the kitchen."

you walked back to the kitchen and resumed washing the dishes. it was quiet until you heard the fridge open again. thinking nagi was still thirsty and was just getting more milk, you ignored it and carried on with washing the dishes.

that is, until you heard the sound of clinking ice cubes. you turned your head in shock, and your mouth parted in surprise at what you saw.

nagi, adding ice cubes into his glass full of milk.

"nagi seishiro! what in heaven's name are you doing?" you said, shocked. nagi paused midway of grabbing another ice cube and looked at you, bewildered.

"what? i'm just getting ice. you forgot to add the ice cubes." he shrugged and resumed adding ice cubes to his glass of milk which was going to overflow from the amount of ice cubes he had added.

you shook your head in disbelief as you watched your boyfriend carry on with his weird habit, like he was committing a crime. but you said nothing, rubbed your temples and washed the dishes again. all while speculating about how you ended up dating a weirdo like nagi and how he even enjoyed drinking cold milk with ice cubes.

nagi bonus!!:

after cleaning the kitchen, you and nagi settled on the couch to watch a movie. he was still drinking his milk with ice cubes. you really wanted to question it but he seemed to be enjoying himself so you let him.

a few minutes into the movie, you heard crunching sounds and looked at nagi, thinking he had some chips or something to munch on. but to your horror, you saw your boyfriend chewing on the ice cubes from his empty glass.

"n-nagi seishiro! stop chewing on that ice!" you scolded, taken aback from discovering another one more of nagi's weird habits.

"oh, sorry. i'll chew softer then."

"t-that's not what i meant! y-you.. you idiot! your teeth are gonna be spoiled if you keep doing that! stop!"

"what! don't say that! my teeth are fine!"

end.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ inside this dream by carego ࿐ྂ

blue lock x gn!reader

characters: yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, rensuke kunigami, reo mikage, seishiro nagi

content: bllk characters and their nicknames (from reader or their own friends)

ari’s note: idk i feel like their names r so nickname-able yk😁 so here we are also i feel like nicknames r so precious and special!!!!

part 2

yoichi isagi:

— ichi

he loooves it. only you call him this, it’s a shortened name of ‘yoichi’ and he thinks it’s so cute and easy to say.

— isachi

combination of yoichi and isagi, bachira and you probably made this name together.

also kinda like a cutesy way to say “isagi”.

whenever you or bachira call him this you like to make it looong so isagi feels it’s sooo cute like “isachiiiiiiiiii!!!”

— my best striker

you often call him this when he’s feeling upset or down and you want to cheer him up!!

“even if you lost the game, you are still my best striker, ichi.” oh how his heart softens when he hears that.

—yocchan

his parents call him this! makes him feel like a child again so whenever you call him this he just wants to be babied he goes all soft when you call him “yocchan”.

meguru bachira:

— megu

a simple shortened version of ‘meguru’. he likes when you call him this playfully! it’s so domestic to him

— bee

it could be spelled as just ‘b’ for ‘bachira’ but it’s cuter with the ‘ee’ and make it ‘bee’ so he loves it. you came up with this due to his black and yellow coloured hair!

— beechira

he thinks it’s so silly. he has come to believe he is a bee.

— bumblebee

just like the transformer. he does see that they have similar personalities. curious, friendly, outgoing and silly. he likes this but not a lot of people call him this. he’s happy either way!!! so it’s ok!

— baechira

he thinks it’s funny!! but it also makes him happy when you came up with this name for him since it shows that he is your bae

rin itoshi:

— rinnie

he isn’t sure how he feels about this but you and his friends like to playfully call him this. he does think it’s cute and he especially likes it when you use it to ask him for a favour

“rinnie, please!” he melts.

it’s different when like shidou says it or something though.

“rinnie! i love you!” “shut up”.

— rinrin

cutesey wootsy silly rinrin. sometimes he likes it when you just add more and more ‘rin’ to this.

you often say this when you’re in a rush, y’know? like you’re watching a scary movie and you want to hide in his chest you go, “rinrinrinrinrinrin”.

or when you’re excited to tell/show him something and you just keep repeating his name until he hears you.

— the rin(g)

man. aryu and bachira probably teased him with this just for laughs. with tokimitsu asking them to stop making fun of people’s names but rin doesn’t say anything because he did find it a little funny.

it adds to his scary aura and demeanour. with his bangs that cover his eyes he does look like the ghost from the ring

hyoma chigiri:

— hyo/hyoma

simple and easy. he likes it. it sounds airy to him, just ‘hyo’. you call him this on a daily basis.

“hyo, can you get me some milk? “hyo, let’s watch a movie.” “i love you, hyo.” “are you done doing your hair, hyo?” man, he loves it so much.

— chi

taken from ‘chigiri’ he thinks it’s cute. his teammates call him this sometimes if “chigiri” is too long to say.

— princess

he’s neutral about this. there’s no denying that he does have feminine traits like long silky hair but he has nothing against it.

in fact, he absolutely adores when you call him princess. like when you’re teasing him with, “okay, princess.” he smiles to himself a little and avoids eye contact because he’s so shy.

— onigiri

he likes when you play around with his name, it’s entertaining and you always come up with the cutest names. this is his contact name in your phone.

rensuke kunigami:

— kuni

you call him this more than his first name ‘rensuke’. he has nothing against it though. he loves it just as much as you do. he feels like it’s such a cute name that contrasts his big muscular self.

his teammates want to call him this but he gives no reaction when they call him ‘kuni’. he really only likes it when it comes from you.

— gummy

taken from ‘kunigami’. gummy sounds so cute. you call him this when you spoil him with love and affection, “i love my silly gummy”.

— ren/rensuke

his family calls him this like his mom and dad. makes him feel small and protected.

‘ren’ is also easy to say and remember.

— musclehead

well there’s no denying that he is a gym freak and loves to workout. so he doesn’t say anything.

his friends call him this when they’re joking around so he’s fine with it.

reo mikage:

— reo

everyone calls him ‘reo’ more than ‘mikage’. you call him this on a daily basis because it’s short and sweet.

this is his favourite name.

— mika

taken from ‘mikage’. he feels like it makes a big contrast. ‘mikage’ sounds manly, but ‘mika’ feels more soft and friendly. he looooves when you call him mika even though it’s mostly a feminine name.

— oreo

you call him this when you really want something from him like his attention. he loves it when you drag the name too, “oreoooooo,”

makes him feel like a kid with these silly names.

sometimes you enunciate the ‘o’ and make it, “oh-reo” “oh, reo” “oreo”.

seishiro nagi:

— sei

he likes it! he doesn’t mind what anyone calls him, actually. it’s too much of a bother to care. but when you call him this, he smiles a little.

— shiro

also part of his first name. he finds it funny how his first name can be split into two and still have both be suitable names.

— choki’s dad

his heart swells with pride when you call him this. he’ll even tease you back by saying, “if i’m choki’s dad then y/n is choki’s mom/dad too.”

— nagi seishiro

he knows he’s in trouble when you call his full name. it scares him. his eyes widen a little and he prepares himself for what he did or did not do.

“oh crap, did i leave my socks around the house again? did i forget to lock the front door?”

end.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ nikes by frank ocean ࿐ྂ

rin itoshi x gn!reader

content: angst, rin and reader are childhood friends and rin has romantic feelings for reader until reader moves away and gets into a fatal accident, causing them to lose their memory, things don’t work out in the end lol. rin and reader are teenagers at first but when reader moves back to japan after the accident yall are in your 20s.

ari’s note: hey😅😅 wrote this at like 3am while listening to lady gaga it’s giving girlboss!!! also the math isnt mathing for the characters age so pls ignore i am #lazy and i cant do math for shit

things for rin have always been hard. after his older brother, all he had was you. you had been the gravity that kept him grounded on earth. and as much as he absolutely loved you - he always had, ever since the two of you were in highschool - he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.

rin was fearless, but the thing that he feared most was losing you. he always thought that you distancing yourself from him because of his selfish feelings was the worst thing that could happen to him.

everyone could see the way he looked at you - how his gaze softened when you appeared in his line of sight, or the goofy, love-struck smile that creeped on his face everytime he looked at you despite you looking at him or not.

rin loved everything about you. he loved the nickname you gave him, “rinrin” and he’s only ever let you call him that. it seemed that everyone in the world knew he was in love with you, except you.

rin knew very well, friends don’t hug each other any more than necessary, lingering in each other’s arms a bit longer than usual. and he savoured every second more of you in his arms. friends also don’t call each other up at 2 in the morning when the other had a nightmare, and they certainly don’t go over to each other’s houses to cuddle to sleep together after having said nightmares. friends don’t get jealous or protective when the other talks about any other person.

friends definitely don’t cry and kiss each other at the airport when the other has to leave the country.

rin found himself holding back tears when he came to the airport with you to send you off. he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you, not wanting to let go. you two had kissed before, sure, but this one felt different.

it wasn’t a playful kiss that you’d give him when things get funny and silly between the two of you.

this one felt like the first kiss ever.

rin wasn’t sure if you felt that way, and he regretted not ever asking you.

rin pondered about things. would things have been different if he told you about his feelings in highschool? would you have noticed the way he looked at you if he had stared a second longer? would you have thought about him differently if he kissed your forehead and confessed during those times when you had nightmares and slept in his arms?

would you have stayed if he told you that only you brought out the best in him?

he absolutely regretted never bringing it up to you. life got harder and harder knowing you were so far away from him. all he could do was cherish the rare moments you video called with him due to the time difference.

it felt so unfair, he thought.

his life had completely shifted. how was he supposed to cope with this sudden change? he had you everyday, and suddenly, you were thrown across the globe and he had to adapt to not having you around anymore.

things took a turn for the worse after you stopped replying to his texts and calls. rin got worried, but he couldn’t ask anyone for help. he didn’t know anyone in the country you were at, he couldn’t ask someone to check up on his “best friend” and update him.

he certainly couldn’t fly to wherever you are due to soccer - but even if he did, where would he check? it had been years since you supposedly graduated from the university you were studying at. he didn’t know if you even got a job there. heck, he didn’t even know if you graduated.

for the first time, he was mad at you. there were many promises between the two of you - one of them being that you’d be there to cheer the loudest for each other when both of you graduated. he’d make time for you to fly over just for a few days to see you walk the stage and get your certificate. see his best friend soar and achieve endless goals. and you’d fly to japan to see him play in his important matches, be there to congratulate him when he wins, be there to comfort him when he loses.

yet now, he didn’t get any text from you like, “rinrin! i graduated! i got my cert and it’s all thanks to you because you kept supporting me and believing in me and i love you so much for that!!”

he kept all the anger bottled up and soon, he forgot about it. he felt guilty for forgetting about you just like that, but what else was he supposed to do? you didn’t even text him, or call him, or give him any sign that you were still here. it was like you had pushed him away and he wanted to cry from how painful it was.

rin went on with his life, achieving a lot of things in his soccer life and career. life goes on, with or without you, he decided.

many years later, rin found himself at the café where you and him would normally hang out at after school. he stopped visiting this place ever since you left the country. being there made him want to crawl into a hole and never come out of it ever.

he found himself missing you a bit more than usual that day, and before he knew it, he was dressed and on his way to the café. it was muscle memory, he recognised every pavement crack, shop, and streetlight on the way to the café. why was he going? he had no idea. he just missed you.

upon entering, he saw that the barista that was normally always there wasn’t there anymore.

maybe he stopped working, rin thought.

that barista, rin forgot his name, always remembered both your orders and had them prepared as soon as you two walked in back in highschool.

that was when rin realised, he doesn’t even remember what you looked like anymore. yes, he had pictures, but you looked weird. unrecognisable. unbelievable. like he refused to believe you looked like that until he physically saw your face in person again.

it had been 9 years since you left, and 2 years since you stopped answering. he had spent 7 years waiting on you, for some kind of reply or text or call.

he walked into the café and spotted a familiar lock of hair in the usual corner that you and him always sat at. he moved around a bit, and there it was.

the love of his life, his best friend.

rin’s breath got caught in his throat. his mouth gaping. everything stopped and he found himself blankly looking at you.

you had grown, he thought, you looked even more beautiful and mature now - the y/n that was rin itoshi’s best friend was still in there.

he was sure of it.

he walked to where you were seated but abruptly stopped when he heard someone call your name. rin looked behind him and found a person, carrying a baby.

confused, he looked back and forth between you and the person who had just called your name.

“oh, you’re finally here! hi, baby. i missed you.” you said, getting up from your seat and walking to them.

oh, how he wished those words were for him, rin thought, still staring.

rin connected the dots. that person was your lover. and the baby in their arms was your child.

rin was in love, not stupid. rin was also in denial.

“hey, you’ve been staring for some time, are you okay?”

he was knocked back to his senses when he felt your presence in front of his body, you were clearly talking to him.

he could recognise your aura anywhere, it still felt the same as before. calm, inviting, loving.

“oh, it’s nothing. i’m okay. sorry for staring, you just looked like someone i used to love,” rin replied, holding back tears and coughing lightly, avoiding eye contact with you.

god knows what would’ve happened if he looked into yours eyes. would he have broken down in tears? or would he have confessed to you on the spot? once again, rin never knew.

“is that so? well, i guess we all look for people we love in others, don’t we? you also remind me of someone i used to love. i don’t remember what he looked like, but i know he had very obvious lower lashes like yours!” you said with a sparkle in your eyes.

it was the same sparkle you had in your eyes everytime you looked at him back in highschool, he could recognise it anywhere.

“really?” rin asked.

“yeah, i got into a car accident a few years ago and i lost all my memory. what a shame, right? if i hadn’t i’d probably tell him i love him. but life goes on, y’know. i spent too long away from him, my highschool sweetheart, i already forgot what his name is,” you added, laughing.

god, how he missed that laugh.

“i wonder how he’s doing now. i don’t remember what he looked like, i can still see him in my memory, but i don’t see him, you know what i mean? his face is blurry. if only i had a picture of him.. but my phone was destroyed in that car accident.” you laughed sadly.

“oops, sorry for rambling. i’m not usually this talkative. you just seem like someone i can talk to.” you continued, looking away from him.

“that’s okay, you reminded me of something happy in my past. something i won’t ever get back again. so, thank you.” rin replied, trying his best not to burst.

he wanted to cry.

“i better get going, it was nice meeting you, stranger!” you waved and walked out of the café with your new lover.

rin stood quietly in the café full of buzzing people. then he realised, that the two of you were merely strangers now.

rin knew the saying, “strangers with memories” but were the memories really there?

he finally knows.

the y/n that was rin itoshi’s best friend and who he was stupidly in love with did not exist anymore.

end.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ romanticist by yves tumor ࿐ྂ

reo mikage x fem!reader

content: you fell sick and reo spoils you with acts of service, helping you with every little thing - feeding you, cooking for you, etc. mentions of nagi a bit cause what is reo without nagi and vice versa :3

ari's note: plsplspls man's so in love w u that he wants nothing but ur comfort and safety. he prioritises you over anyone, himself included :( he's so cute omd i love him sm

waking up from your slumber, you felt feverish. your body feeling hot but cold at the same time. shuffling around your bed, you reached for your phone on your bedside table, it was already 11am.

that explains the hundreds of messages from your beloved boyfriend, reo mikage.

"y/n??? whr r u?? r u ok?? not coming to school?" were some of his texts.

you were so sick, that you didn't even wake up for school despite the hundreds of alarms you had set the night before. groaning in pain, you sat up and texted back.

"sick, i overslept. not coming to school :,) sorry reo ily"

you hit send and used all your strength to get up and go to the kitchen to find a thermometer and medicine. the floor was cold, the sun was shining in through your windows. as you were searching the kitchen cabinets, your phone pinged multiple times. they were all texts from reo.

"omg ok :( i miss u alr im pretty sure nagi misses u too lolol i'll come over after school to look after u mkay" he texted.

after a few hours of loneliness and quiet, there was a knock on your door. you were cuddled up alone on your couch, watching a movie. medicine, water and other snacks were on the coffee table in front of you within your reach. you didn't move much, only getting up throughout the day to go to the bathroom or to get more snacks from the kitchen.

keys jingled and your door opened, revealing your lovely purple-haired boyfriend. with him was some plastic bags full of food and other items he deemed necessary for your recovery.

"helloooo, my looove! i missed you so much! how are you feeling?" he asked, cheering as he kicked his shoes off and placed them neatly on the shoe rack. he made his way over to you, dropping the bags on the floor and cupping your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your nose - to which you scrunched your nose at.

reo loved to kiss your nose, he thinks it's so cute and intimate.

you leaned into his touch, happy that he's finally here to pamper you.

"i missed you too, reo. i'm still a little sick, but i already ate some medicine so the fever is dying down. i've just been resting here."

he let go of your face and grabbed the plastic bags he had dropped earlier, then proceeding to sit beside you on the couch, "i brought you your favourites! and some of my old clothes for you to wear since i know you love to wear my clothes. you even choose to wear my clothes over expensive designer clothes!"

it was true, reo loved to buy you expensive clothes, perfumes, shoes, bags, and whatnot. he loved to spoil you. and you were beyond thankful for it, but you ultimately loved his clothes because, well, they were his, and they smelled like him.

your eyes brightened at the snacks he brought. but more importantly, you were happy your boyfriend was so caring.

reo's eyes directed to the ramen cup noodles in front of you on the coffee table. his eyes widened in horror.

"have you only been eating ramen noodles since you woke up?" he glanced at the clock, "it's already 6pm. you've been eating noodles for the past 6 hours?!" he gasped.

you giggled at his dramatic reaction.

"no, this won't do. i'll cook something for you, okay? what do you feel like eating?" he asked urgently. he was truly like a mother.

"hmm, ramen." you teased and he pouted, "noooo, my love. you need food, not instant noodles."

"i'll cook you some curry and rice. i saw a recipe online recently, i can try making it for you.” he pondered to himself.

reo gave you a kiss on the nose again before getting up to cook the curry in your kitchen. he practically lived here, he knew where all the ingredients are and where the pots and pans are. he lived in an expensive home with his parents, a lovely house that many people dreamed of living in - but at the end of the day, to him, home is wherever you are.

and right now, he felt so domestic, cooking for his sick girlfriend and doing her chores like washing dishes. the tv show you were watching was blaring in the background as reo cooked in your open theme kitchen which was conveniently placed next to the living room where you were. the layout of the room allowed him to keep an eye on you as he cooked.

soon, the aroma of curry filled the house and you perked up from your seat on the couch, seeing reo’s back facing you as he washed the pots and spoons he used.

he looked so manly. his shoulders were broad, and he was very tall. his hair was tied back into a bun, and the black shirt he wore was almost a size too small for his toned body. his clothes and demeanour completely opposed the silly pink apron he had tied around his waist. you found yourself staring in awe at his back. your heart fluttered.

you found yourself unconsciously getting up from your seat on the couch. the blanket that wrapped your body long discarded. you made your way over to where he was standing in the kitchen and slowly wrapped your hands around his waist. he jolted in surprise.

“woah, you scared me. you okay?” he asked after realising it was you. he resumed washing the dishes and continued to let you embrace him.

“i’m okay. i just wanted your warmth.” you mumbled against his back. reo’s breath hitched a little at the sudden confession, but he secretly liked it - he liked everything that’s going on right now. you hugging him, inhaling his scent, arms wrapped around his waist. having you so close to him where he can practically hear how loud your heart was beating from this intimacy you shared.

the two of you stayed like that until reo was done with washing the dishes. he dried his hands on a dry cloth and turned around to face you.

your hands were still locked around his waist. he looked down at you, with a dreamy look on his face. you looked up, chin resting against his chest and he couldn’t help but giggle at how cute you looked right now in his eyes.

“eat, okay? while the curry is still warm.” he flashed a smile at you and your heart fluttered.

reo is so handsome, you thought.

he instructed you to sit on the couch while he prepared you a portion of the food he had cooked. soon, he walked to you with one bowl in hand and took a seat on the couch.

“here. aaaaahhh,” he said as he took a spoonful of rice and curry, bringing it to your lips.

“reo? what are you doing? i can feed myself.” you giggled, leaning away from his hand. he raised an eyebrow, as if what he was doing is obvious. like you should know what he’s doing.

“what else am i doing? i’m feeding my lovely beautiful girlfriend who’s sick and needs my attention, of course!” he answered, “now c’mon! open up!” he insisted raising the spook to your lips again.

you chuckled and let him feed you. it wasn’t rare for reo to feed you - even when you’re in the pink of health, he always insisted on feeding you.

“at least let me feed you the first bite, then you can eat on your own.” he would say everytime he cooked for you.

now, you were focused on the present moment, treasuring this time when he fed you, cooing at you like you’re a baby - his baby. he just loved taking care of you.

after you had finished your meal, he put the bowl in the sink and cleared up the table in front of you - even sweeping the floor and taking out the trash.

“alright, my love. it’s 9pm, time to go to sleep.” he mumbled, seeing you nod off to sleep on the couch.

he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, where he gently placed you down. he kissed your forehead and your nose, whispering “good night” and was about to leave the room to clean the kitchen some more until he felt you tug on the hem of his shirt.

“reo… please stay..” you muttered, half asleep but still wary of your surroundings.

“love, i need to clean the kitchen and wash up. i’ll join you when i’m done, ‘kay?” he replied softly, to which you whined at.

“hm, if you really insist,” he said, trying to act nonchalant - but it was no secret he enjoyed being needed by you, it was evident by the blush on his face. but of course, you didn’t need to know that. it’s not like you’ll know anyway, the room was dark. the only source of light was from the hallway that creeped into your room through the gap, and from the moonlight that seeped in through the window. you weren’t even conscious enough to notice the red on his cheeks and ears.

reo found himself tangled in bed with you, feeling you curl up against him. he found himself patting your back rhythmically, almost like patting a baby to sleep. well, you were his baby either way. he felt so ecstatic now, cherishing this moment with you. the soft snores that escaped your lips, the sound of your breathing, your hair that tickled his face and neck, everything about you, he absolutely cherished and loved.

in the comfort of the night, reo couldn’t help but fall asleep with you. you are his home, after all.

reo felt so incredibly lucky to have the honours of taking care of you. but the truth is, you felt even luckier to have a caring and kind boyfriend like him.

end.

[n4giism]

₊˚ପ⊹ fight for the things you hold dear,

to forget the things you fear.

ari, 20, leo.

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