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the boy(s) with the rose tattoo

michael kaiser x alexis ness. mature. 585 words. tags: tattoos, sexual tension, teasing, thighs ao3 link

“Since when did you have a tattoo?”

“Ness,” Kaiser calls out and the other instantly turns towards him. He pats the space right next to him twice. “Come here.”

Ness promptly obliges, as expected of him, dropping whatever he was doing to come sit with Kaiser. “Yes? What—” Once he’s seated, all of a sudden a hand plants itself on the inner side of his knee, and he freezes at the touch.

“I just want to confirm something,” Kaiser explains, and Ness doesn’t know how to focus on what Kaiser’s saying — it’s registers as a blur in his ears and he could only answer with another ‘yes’, it’s probably the appropriate response anyway, and really the only one Kaiser ever needs from him.

And just when Ness thinks he’s composed himself, Kaiser starts to move his hand. It travels upward, inching closer and closer to—

It stops. Kaiser’s hand stops right at the point where the fabric of Ness’ shorts ends and the bare skin of his thigh starts. “I thought I caught a glimpse of it the other day.” Kaiser’s thumb toys with the hem of the shorts teasingly for seconds too long until finally the rest of his fingers crawl beneath it, burning into the flesh of Ness’ inner thighs where they inch up once more, hiking up the fabric with it to reveal what exactly he was curious about. “Since when did you have a tattoo?”

A tattoo just like Kaiser’s — exactly like Kaiser’s. Thorned vines wrap around Ness’ thigh and lead to his hip in a similar fashion to how they do Kaiser’s arm and neck; a perfect match, only cut short mid-thigh that he was able to hide it.

It's a beautiful tattoo, even if Kaiser can only see the vines of it, and of course it is, Ness got a tattoo after him, for him, to keep on his body forever. Flattered, Kaiser can’t help but trace over the path of the inked lines, and Ness can’t help but be hypnotised by the way Kaiser’s fingers are drawing on his own skin. Shit, Kaiser is driving him crazy. It’s slow, it’s torturous, it’s hot: everywhere the fingers touch and deep in his stomach. Kaiser continues to go up, up, ah, too close.

“I’ve had it for a while now,” after what feels like minutes comes Ness’ panicked and breathy answer, which Kaiser knows really means ‘right after you got your tattoo.’ Kaiser knows a lot of things, and he likes hearing them out loud.

“And I assume this is a purple rose?” Kaiser’s traveling thumb suddenly slips beneath Ness’ underwear, if he dared to go upward he'd be touching right where the rose should be, but it slips out just as quickly that Ness could swear he hallucinated it.

“Y-yes,” Ness manages to stammer out another response.

Fuck, it’s embarrassing how worked up he is. Every muscle in his body is tense, it’s taking everything in him not to quiver at the touch, not to buck his hips to get Kaiser’s hand on his—

“It’s a shame you’re hiding such a beautiful tattoo.” Kaiser gives the thigh a squeeze before removing his hand and smiles a small, smug smile when he hears the other’s breath hitch in his throat. He could continue and urge Ness to voice out why exactly he got a near identical tattoo, but he decides to spare him for now. He only looks Ness in the eye and smiles mock-innocently, a dangerous implication in his words. “I wish I could see it.”

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incentive

nagi seishiro x mikage reo. teen. 750 words. tags: rewards, kissing ao3 link

"If you score a hat-trick, I'll give you a kiss."

For a lazy genius like Nagi, you just needed to dangle some bait to get them running.

Manga volumes, gacha funds, in-game cosmetics, and, in moderation, days off from practice — Reo would reward Nagi with whatever he could think of just to keep him from slacking off; but lately, he was starting to run out of ideas.

They still had a couple more games to go; and if they stayed undefeated until the end, Hakuho High School would qualify for something for the first time and represent Tokyo in the All Japan High School Soccer Tournament — all thanks to their star duo.

Nagi was at his most stubborn against the weaker schools, ‘wastes of energy’ as he’d called them, the ones that barely put up a fight. At this point in the competition though, everyone was taking it so seriously, you’d think their lives were on the line. It should probably be fine.

“Hey, Nagi,” Reo called out to the other boy lazily stretching by the corner of the pitch. “If you score a hat-trick, I'll give you a kiss,” he joked all too casually, before jogging away to regroup with the team, resuming their warm-up.

The opposing school scored an early opener against them, breaking their clean sheet streak just ten minutes after kickoff. Reo didn’t even give it a second thought seeing Nagi on form the whole game; it had been a while since they'd even conceded a goal.

The game ended 3-1 in favour of Hakuho. They were to advance to the quarterfinals.

Nagi was staring at Reo with his big, almost buglike, eyes the entire time in the locker room; and Reo almost didn’t get why until he walked up to him and spoke up, waiting once everyone had left.

“Got a hat-trick.”

Oh. That.

Reo was a bit confused, unsure why Nagi would actually want a kiss from him — but even if he wasn’t serious about it, he did mention it; and he had to hold up his end of the deal, like always.

So, Reo leaned in, happily giving his best friend a quick peck on the cheek. No biggie.

And when he pulled away, Nagi was pouting. He would worry that Nagi realised it was weird, but he recognised this expression — he saw this exact same one all the time, when Nagi would ask for a few more minutes of rest in between training, for a piggyback ride, or for just anything.

“That’s all?” Nagi asked, sounding like a disappointed kid who wanted an extra piece of candy.

“Eh?” Now Reo was utterly dumbfounded, unable to process the last thing Nagi said, much less the next.

“Can I get a real kiss if I score three again?”

Next game. Quarterfinals. Nagi didn’t score three —

He scored four.

Two figures stood at the very corner of the room, hiding for the chance that someone would walk in at any time. Nagi was looking at Reo expectantly now, if he had a tail you could imagine it wagging.

Reo was nervous for some reason, even though he decided he didn’t mind. He had to take a very deep breath, several actually, before finally leaning in; closing his eyes and gently putting his lips on Nagi, who instantly kissed back, like he’d been waiting for this moment for so long. He half-expected Nagi’s lips to be rough and chapped, but they felt so soft against his own.

Reo kept it short and sweet, feeling like he wouldn’t be able to handle it if it lasted even a second longer; Nagi chased after him the second they parted; but Reo was quicker to turn away, avoiding eye contact — but it wasn’t because it was bad, because it wasn’t.

It went pretty much like he expected, apart from liking it more than he thought he would.

“You’ll have to keep scoring for more,” he said, embarrassed.

“Okay.” The reply came almost instantly; Nagi was absolutely unashamed and Reo didn’t fully understand why Nagi was so eager for it, but if it meant he could motivate him better than ever, he didn’t mind.

It soon became awkward when it fell silent, and the realisation that they were still in this position, in this corner of the room, hit — but when Reo was just about to move, Nagi spoke again.

“Hey, Reo…” he started, his tone somehow innocent and dangerous at the same time. “What do I get when we win the nationals?”

This guy…! They haven’t even qualified yet!

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aegyo practice

nagi seishiro x mikage reo. gen. 1000 words. tags: produce 101 au, aegyo, fluff ao3 link

Nagi Seishiro is not cute.

For an idol, he never cared about his image. That, one would suppose, is precisely his image: the tall, mysterious one who rarely talks and doesn’t care about a thing in the world.

He doesn’t think of himself as particularly charismatic, much less cute. It wouldn’t be a problem, except he isn’t even an idol yet, but a trainee participating in the Blue Lock program, and just to his luck, he was assigned to perform a cute song for the concept challenge.

Nagi could easily memorise a song and its choreography in a short amount of time, a skill he developed so he could spend the least possible amount of time practising, and it’s how he breezed through all the challenges so far — but how would one even start with learning how to be cute, especially when they just… aren’t?

A-tier independent Japanese trainee Nagi Seishiro is lost in thought, staring at the bottom of the top bunk bed, when Reo walks into their dorm room fresh from a shower, rubbing a towel through his hair.

Nagi doesn’t notice him even when a weight sinks from the edge of the bed.

“Yo, Nagi!” Reo calls out, snapping the other out of his trance, not missing how his eyes widen in surprise from suddenly seeing him there. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m not cute enough for the concept challenge,” Nagi answers honestly, his hand attaching to the back of his neck as he says this. “I wish I had a sexy concept like yours, Reo.”

“You think you’re sexy?”

Nagi nods.

“Eh,” Reo teases, “don’t you just want to get teamed with me?”

Nagi nods again.

Reo is amused, this is the first time he ever heard from the other that he was worried about something, and he has to fight the corner of his mouth from curving into the slightest of cheeky smiles. It’s somewhat endearing. Especially with his worry that he only forced Nagi into being an idol with him, he’s also relieved.

“Anyway, I’ll help you.” He pats the spot beside him and Nagi scoots over to the edge of the bed. “Come here, let’s practise.”

Reo rests his head in his hands in the flower pose, closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side.

“Nagi! Am I cute?” he says, beaming with what very much is cuteness, as if he's the very personification of the word ‘aegyo’.

Nagi stares at Reo, watching intently, as he shows him all kinds of aegyo — a finger poking the cheek, kitty paws, palms out on either side of the top of his head to resemble bunny ears, five different ways to make finger hearts, even a simple peace sign is an aegyo pose when the one doing it is naturally cute. Reo’s truly good at everything, the fans would adore to have him on variety shows.

“Your turn.”

“Huh? Oh.”

Nagi then copied the pose, cupping his face with his two hands, but it’s to no avail. Seeing Reo’s disapproving look, he carries on, trying all the poses Reo showed him just now. It’s no good either.

“Er, I think we need to work on the expressions,” Reo interrupts, he lowers Nagi’s hands away from his face to see it clearly and suggests, “Try to smile for me.”

For the first time Reo sees the corners of Nagi’s mouth curve up.

…

…

…Yeah, he’s hopeless.

Nagi looks more uncanny than anything. It’s a soulless smile. And it isn’t the lack of teeth. Even if he smiled with teeth, there’s not a single thought in those huge eyes.

Even with all his worrying, the small effort he’s putting in could only take him so far.

Nagi undoes his smile, and decides that would be his last attempt. He slumps and rests his head on the other’s shoulder. "I give up, ’m not cute," he says, his voice slurred and considerably softer, you wouldn’t have to look at him to know he’s pouting. Reo almost feels bad, but when he tilts his head to look at him, Nagi’s cheeks are fluffed up by being pressed against his shoulder. Nagi’s pitiful, but in the way a sad wet dog is, cuddling up to his owner to tell him he did good.

Oh.

So Nagi can be cute.

Reo was stupid as well for not realising sooner.

Nagi is cute, at least when he doesn’t mean to be. Not only that — it’s Reo who has the privilege of seeing Nagi act all cute and baby-like like this.

“You know, just stay as you are,” Reo assures him, patting his head, to which Nagi leans into the touch and closes his eyes, and Reo's heart beats a little faster. “You have your own charm. The fans would like it anyway, so you don’t need to worry.” It’s not like his popularity would go away, his fans would just think it’s cute in itself, or at least funny, for him to try and fail to be cute. Nagi’s actual cuteness, though, is for Reo's eyes only, the way things should be.

“Okay.” Nagi lightens up at Reo’s reassurance that he’s fine as he is, happy that he doesn’t have to put in the work.

Nagi stays like that, eyes closed and head comfortably snuggled on his shoulder. Moments later, Reo feels him shift to look at him again. Reo looks back.

“You’ll debut with me, right, Reo?” Reo could swear Nagi’s eyes got bigger, like a puppy, when he asks this.

“I will,” he promises, “but the fans have to vote me in first, y'know.”

“I’m quitting if you’re not with me.” Nagi says, sounding so decisive as if he also had a choice in quitting as much as Reo had in rigging themselves in the final lineup, and this gets a chuckle from Reo.

“You just want someone to take care of you.”

Nagi doesn’t deny it. He pulls Reo in an embrace and lightly shakes him. “Take care of meeeee.”

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Crisis NOT Averted

Pairing: Karasu Tabito / Otoya Eita. College AU

Rating : M for referenced sexual activities and alcohol consumption

Words : 5,511

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A treat that I made for @mikagez as part of the Blue Lock Exchange on Twitter! Was snooping and found your tumblr url so hope its okay I tag you here too!

College was meant for self-exploration but hitting on a guy on accident and realizing your best friend is super hot in one night is really a bit too much.

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Another Saturday night.

Another party they wouldn’t remember.  

Standing against the wall, drinks in hand, Karasu and Otoya scoped out the crowd.  Plenty of faces they had seen before, but surprisingly, just as many that they didn’t. 

Or maybe, they did, but didn’t remember due to a variety of factors.  Namely those that tended to raise their blood alcohol level to a rate that… well. It was a good thing neither of them liked to drive and lived within walking distance of the house party they were currently attending. 

They nodded at the friends they saw from across the room, their heads already abuzz with alcohol that was disgustingly room temperature but still palatable when washed down with a kiss from a pretty girl.  

“I think this is a bust,” Karasu mumbled, plastic cup pressed to his lips as they stared around at the familiar and less familiar faces, the girls that they had dated giving them a wide berth because they knew better than to come near them again.  And the ones that they didn’t know, well, it seemed as if one of their ex-flings had spread the word to stay away from the dynamic duo currently skulking around the first floor.  

Otoya nodded his head in agreement, not seeing a single girl worth their time that evening.  Besides, most of the chicks in attendance that evening seemed much more Karasu’s type than his.  Those quiet looking ones, that kept their faces down to hide their smiles and probably could tell you everything that you needed to know about upper level trigonometry or the different levels of the government all while tying up their long hair to get on their knees, never missing a beat as they switched from their bookish, studious little college girl life to the life of the party. Or the life of the afterparty, if Karasu was feeling oh so inclined.  

Those girls were really just a snoozefest for Otoya though.  Otoya preferred the girls that came to college for one reason, and one reason only.  School on the backburner as they tried to find themselves a boyfriend or a husband or maybe even just a hookup before the end of their freshman year.  The ones who didn’t pretend to be virgins for appearances and wore shirts so thin that if they got wet they might just dissolve.  They tasted like fruity little Starbucks drinks and the lipgloss they applied at least twice an hour and always left little lipstick marks on his hips and Karasu turned his nose up at them because he swore that they were walking STD petri dishes. 

It worked out, even though they both highly judged the type of girls their best friend went for.  Well, if working out meant that as soon as they touched one of the girls, the other was immediately blacklisted as well after their one night stand.

They had, unfortunately, developed a bit of a reputation.  Pretty words covered up their less than pretty intentions, though they had never hidden that they weren’t interested in anything more than a night or maybe a couple of dates with the more interesting ones if they had an engagement that they needed a date for. The vapid ones fell in love too fast, and didn’t last very long, because neither of them could stand clingers.  The girls knew they were a packaged deal, always joined together at the hip until a shiny pretty thing caught their attention.  Players who would never settle down, and weren’t worth the effort if something more than a casual fling was desired. 

But hey, that also meant the ladies knew who to come to when they wanted to have fun for a night. Both Karasu and Otoya were always up to fulfill that need.  

Anything to be a service to their college community and keep the ladies satisfied. 

But the unfortunate part of their reputations also preceded them at times. And tonight…well. That was just one of those nights. 

One of those nights where they hadn’t said more than two words to a girl in passing, and they all gave them polite smiles that just screamed “thanks but no thanks.”

Otoya sighed, setting his empty cup down on the nearest surface. Karasu followed suit, tipping back the last of his beverage into his mouth, swallowing with a grimace on his face as he slotted his cup into Otoya’s.

“Ready to head out?” Karasu asked, giving in to giving up as he gazed over the crowd one last time. The party would still be raging for hours more, but, neither of them were super keen on getting with girls who were so drunk they couldn’t even stand up straight, and that would be the only kind of action left for them if they stayed any longer. 

Otoya nodded his head, initially agreeing before grabbing his friend’s arm, stopping him in his tracks as he pointed across the room to a group that had just entered.  Mostly guys, but one particular face stood out. 

Damn, she was pretty.

“Tabi, wait.  Red-head, eight o’clock.”

Karasu frowned, his eyes following Otoya’s arm. Once his eyes settled on the red-head in question, his expression changed to one of keen interest. 

“First off, that’s like  2 o’clock at best,” Karasu corrected his directionally challenged friend, reaching out to push his arm down so it wasn’t so fucking obvious that the pair of them were staring. “And second, damn, haven’t seen that one around before.” 

Their eyes followed the new group as they made their way around the room, greeting the ones they knew, before taking up residence outside in the backyard.  The pretty little red-haired one had grabbed a bottle of water instead of a drink, and Otoya just knew she would be perfect.

“Gonna go talk to her?” Karasu asked, keeping an eye on the girl through the glass door that led into the backyard.  “You saw her first, so only right.”

“What, you want a swing at it too?” Otoya asked, frowning slightly.  They never went for the same type of girl, but even so, Karasu had that same look on his face he always did when he saw something he wanted.  A crow drawn to something shiny, crooked smile and sharp eyes keeping contact.

“Yeah, if you strike out I wouldn’t mind…” Karasu mumbled, turning to look at his friend before nudging him with his elbow.  “Just no hard feelings if she says no to you but yes to me.”

“As if she’d say no to me,” Otoya retorted, rolling his shoulders a few times to grow his confidence before leaving his friend to lean against the wall.  He felt Karasu’s eyes on him as he walked away, and for a moment got the creeps as he decided how fucking weird it was to have his friend watching him try to hit on a girl.  But he put that thought out of his head as he opened up the sliding glass door and entered the warm evening air, eyes locked on a particular pretty face that was currently turned away from him. 

Otoya sized up his options as he walked up to the group. She was pretty tall, almost as tall as him he thought, but that didn’t really matter to him. He knew he wasn’t the tallest guy in the bunch, and Karasu always liked to point out how short he was compared to him, but Otoya always retorted that he was in a better position to take Karasu out by his knees.

Anyway… Back to the red-head. 

Long pretty hair, strong arms and legs from what he could see.  She was dressed for the summer heat, and Otoya took an extra moment to admire her smooth skin before moving in, tapping her on the shoulder.  

“Hey there, can I get you something else to drink besides water? Maybe something sweeter, for a sweet thing like yourself.”

The girl turned around to look at him, a blank expression on her face as she looked Otoya up and down before responding.

“I’m good. Thank you though.” 

Ah fuck. 

Otoya immediately knew his mistake. 

He should’ve known it a while ago, like when the red-head turned around and showed off his remarkably flat and tit-less chest, but it didn’t really hit him until Otoya heard his voice. 

The definitely not a girl, just a really pretty boy, stared at him, looking for him to say something else, a slightly uncomfortable smile on his face letting Otoya know that this situation wasn’t new to the red-head.He probably had this mistake made every single weekend, each time he went out with his friends.

Because damnit he was really fucking pretty. His hair and lips looked softer than any other girl he had ever met, and while he was tempted to tuck tail and run, he also wanted to see where this went.  He never really thought about other guys like that before, but, he also had never seen a guy this fucking gorgeous as this red-head was.

“My name’s Eita.  What should I call you, pretty boy?”

The red-head snorted, trying to hold back a laugh as he looked from Otoya to his friends. 

“Uninterested, to start. My boyfriend’s name is Rensuke though, if you want to talk to him.” 

Ooooh there was that strike out Karasu had talked about.  Otoya’s eyes  followed the red-head’s hands as he gestured over his shoulder with his thumb to the group of guys playing a game of something that looked like a cross between football and dodgeball in the grass.  The one presumed to be Rensuke picked up his head when he heard his name, and Otoya shivered in something akin to fear and intimidation at the massive man who had started walking over towards them.

“Hint taken, you have a good night.”  

Bowing out of the interaction, Otoya headed back inside, grabbing Karasu by the arm and not giving him a chance to ask questions  as they left the house party.  Otoya’s heart was beating faster than he’d like to admit, and he was genuinely confused by the interaction he had just had. 

“It was a dude,” Otoya mumbled as they waited at an intersection for the lights to change so they could walk across the street.  Karasu had finished trying to ask him questions, figuring it must’ve been bad-bad if Otoya didn’t want to say shit about it, so he was zoned out and distracted when Otoya finally spoke up.

“Huh?”

“I said it was a dude. The red-head.  And, he had a boyfriend who could probably snap both of us in half if he wanted to.”  

Karasu’s hissed at the thought, drawing in air between his teeth as he grimaced. The lights changed and they resumed walking, seeing the lights of their apartment complex just a few hundred meters ahead of them. “Thanks for saving me from that fate, man.” 

“I got out of there so fast when I saw the boyfriend,” Otoya recalled, shaking his head as he remembered the polite but bothered look on the red-head’s face. “Didn’t even get a chance to ask for his number.”

Karasu hesitated, the silence stretching out as they reached the gates of their apartment.  Karasu punched in the keycode that would allow them inside, and they headed for the stairwell that they would hike up to get to their home.

“What?” Otoya questioned, poking at Karasu’s ribs as they walked to the stairs.

“You were actually gonna try something with him?” Karasu questioned, not looking back at him.  Otoya sensed a tone in his voice, but he couldn’t quite place it.  It wasn’t judgemental really, nor was it negative. It was just…weird, like Otoya had felt all night. Like Karasu didn’t know what to make of the situation.

“I dunno. Maybe? I didn’t really think that far.”  Otoya winced as the door to the stairs squeaked shut behind them, mentally making a note to remind Karasu to put a maintenance request in for that damn door to get it greased or something.  “I kind of just went with it, at least until I saw that behemoth of a boyfriend walking over to me.”

“Giving you flashbacks of when you hit on that wrestler’s girlfriend?” Karasu teased, flashing them back to a time during their freshman year of college when they hadn’t learned all the ropes yet, and were honestly just stupid little boys looking for a fast solution to sexual frustration.  Now they approached their potential partners with a bit more care, and always asked if they were taken before making any kind of moves in that direction.

“Hey, don’t bring that up. I was traumatized, Tabito.” 

“Not traumatized enough to hit her up again when they broke up a few months later.” Karasu rolled his eyes as they entered their apartment finally, sticky and sweaty from the party and the warm walk home.  They ditched their keys on the counter, and Otoya immediately flopped down on the couch, relaxing under the cooling breeze of the ceiling fan.  He was almost sober again, his head cleared from the walk home, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this night was really going to be a fucking waste of time. 

Maybe they needed to let the waters cool a bit.  Lay off the parties, try the dating apps again.  Back in the old rotation, but Otoya hated dating apps. They required so much more mental energy than picking up girls the old fashioned way.  

What a pain.

“I’m going to hop in the shower,” Karasu called out to commandeer the use of their shared bathroom for the next 30 minutes to an hour.  Otoya waved him off, letting him know it was fine.

“I’ll just pee in the sink if you take too long.”

“Don’t fucking do that again, you dumb whore,” Karasu warned, and Otoya noticed he had already grabbed his clothes from his bedroom. Damn he moved fast.

“Bitch, it was one time and it was because you decided to fucking jack off-”

“Shut up, Eita. I’ll be fast.”

Otoya waved him off again, this time with his middle finger, a gesture that was returned in kind by his best friend. Otoya rolled his eyes, melting back into the couch as he scrolled through his phone, trying to think about anything and everything but this bust of an evening, but his mind was stuck on the question Karasu had asked him on their way home. 

You were actually going to try something with him?

Was he? Maybe? He didn’t know…he really hadn’t thought that far ahead, like he said.  He had really never thought of guys before in that way, and now he was questioning everything he ever knew about himself and his preferences.  

He liked girls.  That much was fucking obvious.  He liked girls and their long hair and their soft skin and the way they sounded when he kissed them on their necks.  He had only ever slept with girls, and had only ever dated girls, and had only ever had crushes on girls.  No one had ever questioned him otherwise, even though he was sure there was at least one guy on his football team in high school that would’ve paid any astronomical number just to get one chance to suck his dick. But Otoya hadn’t thought anything less of him just because he was gay, or bi, or whatever. He just told him he was good, not interested, and that was that.  He was dating some other guy from a different high school a couple months later and they were chill from there on out. 

It was fine.  He didn’t care if other guys were gay. It didn’t affect him at all.  

So then why was this bothering him so much? Was it really because he had never seen a guy as pretty as that red-head? Like damn, his hair and his face and his eyes ... all of it screamed girl, but once he turned around and spoke, everything else about him screamed guy. Dude. Boy. Man. Male.  And yet, he had still tried to hit on him, even as he panicked internally.  

Maybe it was a saving grace that that guy was taken.  That his massive boyfriend was there and Otoya was a spineless little slimeball that could not be bothered to give it another shot.  It gave him a chance to think (a dangerous activity for him) about what it meant to him that he didn’t hesitate. 

Was he gay?

Nah that's not right…. He liked girls too much to be gay. One pretty girl boy person that made him question his own masculinity didn’t make one gay, but maybe something else about him did. 

Looking back on his life, he tried to pick out anything, something else that would maybe justify or negate the way he was feeling.

Like man. Watching Naruto for the first time and seeing that one cute long haired character that everyone was so fucking sure was a girl, only to be dickteased and realize it was a guy right before he died.  Otoya remembered having the dumbest little crush on that character right until he realized it was a guy, and he never gave much stock to that moment in his life until it happened to him again that night. 

And god, now that he thought of it, he realized there probably had been a couple more times in his life that maybe he had gotten won over by a pretty face, regardless of what was in their pants.  But god forbid, those few times that he had to check himself immediately after seeing a handsome football player and joking that he wouldn’t mind being their sugar baby. But it was all for the money. Yeah. That's what he said to himself.

Okay so maybe. Maybe. There were signs that he hadn’t paid any attention to, because how could he when it was just so much easier to be with girls. He had seen how his gay classmates were treated when someone didn’t like what they had going on, so maybe the way he had coped with those tiny little flare ups of possible feelings for another guy was by shoving them so deep in the closet that he didn’t even notice or comprehend when they came out. 

Man.  

These were revelations he was not ready to have tonight. 

Closing his eyes, he rolled his head back until it was hanging off the edge of the couch.  He felt a bit light headed, and just wanted Karasu to get out of the shower too so he could take a cold one before bed.  He needed to clear his head, and probably drink a gallon of water, and then he’d be able to think some more about all this in the morning.  Unless he had a wet dream of being between that damn red-heads legs. 

Or having a certain dark-haired crow between his. 

The bathroom door opened, and Otoya opened his eyes, catching sight of his best friend and roommate walking out, athletic shorts hung loosely around his hips and a dark towel being the only thing covering his shoulders.  His hair was still wet and dripped onto the towel, and Otoya stared at him blatantly, not averting his gaze as he tried to convince himself that Karasu Tabito was the ugliest mother-fucker he had ever seen in his entire life, and not the single most gorgeous man that had ever walked into his life. 

It wasn’t working.

Damn it.

“You look weird,” Karasu commented, lifting his towel to rub at his longer hair as he walked into the kitchen.  Otoya had never paid much attention to how long it was when it was out of its normally spiked up style, but now that was the only thing he could think about. Other than the single bead of water rolling down Karasu’s chest. “Gonna shower too or you just gonna lay there like a bum all night?”

Otoya hopped off the couch, welcome to the suggested distraction.  He ran into his bedroom, grabbing the first pair of shorts, boxers, and shirt he saw in his drawers, before dashing into the bathroom, middle fingers held high again as he slammed the door behind him.  He moved so fast that he didn’t see Karasu return the gesture as he usually did, but, he did hear his friend scold him, telling him it was way too fucking late to be slamming doors. 

The bathroom was still humid from Karasu’s shower, and he could smell the sharp scent of his friend’s shampoo, which really didn’t help with his current situation.  He turned the water on to temperature “icy” and used no less than five minutes to scrub himself clean, washing the sweat of the evening off his skin, and hoping to cool down the thoughts raging in his head.

Yeah. It didn’t work. Not one bit.  He was still thinking of his confusing revelation regarding his sexuality, and kept thinking “what if Tabito realized it before me?” and “what if Tabito decided to just come into the bathroom right now?”

Fear.

Excitement.

Fear and dread again at double time.  

He considered making himself puke, because his stomach was actually in knots, but the thought of shoving his fingers down his throat and gagging was not one that sounded particularly appealing at the moment. So instead he shut off the water, the humidity and steam now dissipated with the difference in his own shower temperature, stepping out onto the bathmat to dry off and put on his clothes. 

Catching a glance of himself in the mirror, Otoya considered having a crisis as he put on his shirt, wondering if Karasu was even on the same team as him, would Otoya even be his type? 

Fat chance.  Otoya matched his own type perfectly, so no way in hell would he ever be a good match for his friend.

Good thing, he guessed, because damn if he wasn’t more confused than he was before.  

Exiting the bathroom, hair disheveled and a mess from rubbing it vigorously with his towel, he noticed Karasu was still in the kitchen, towel now hung over the edge of a chair in the kitchen instead of his shoulders.  He nodded at Otoya as he passed him a glass of ice water, helping him to rehydrate through slightly more precise means than standing under the shower head with his mouth open.  He sipped at his water in silence that was probably too silent for Karasu’s liking because he filled the void with dumb questions that he wasn’t ready to answer.

“You good, Eita? You seem off.” 

Damn Karasu and his attentiveness and people watching skills.  Of course he wasn’t good. He was currently in the middle of a life altering crisis and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to share that just yet. 

But Karasu was his best friend.  And he trusted him more than anyone. If he couldn’t tell him, then who could he tell?

“I’m not sure.  Just think ‘bout what you asked earlier.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just about how you asked if I wanted to try anything with that guy.”

“Well do you?”

“I don’t know…Maybe? Not really though, with that boyfriend of his.”

Karasu nodded, as if he understood. Though Otoya doubted he did.  He could swear up and down that Karasu was straight. At least he had as much confidence that Karasu also wouldn’t try to kick him out or end their friendship if he did end up being a bit gay. 

“What about another guy?” Karasu asked, encouraging his openness, even though after midnight was much too late to be having these conversations.  Maybe at 10 am over a fruity little brunch would be more fitting, rather than standing in their kitchen drinking gross ass electrolyte water with his half-dressed roomate. When Otoya just shrugged his shoulders, and didn’t answer his initial question, Karasu rephrased it. “Well, have you ever been with another guy before?”

Otoya shook his head, looking down at his feet.

“Been on a date with one?”

Another shake of his head.

“Kissed?”

“No.” 

Karasu hummed, nodding again with a playful smile on his face. 

“Want to?”

Otoya lifted his head, scowling at his friend leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Huh? What are you getting at?”

“I’m asking if you want to kiss a guy.” Karasu seemed so self-assured, teasing, like he was picking on him.  Otoya wanted to strangle him, not enjoying being teased in this life or death moment of crisis.

“Who? You?” Otoya retorted, voice a bit mean as he tried to sip down some more of the nasty water Karasu had made for him, knowing it would be better for them all in the morning. He couldn’t wake up still questioning his sexuality and hungover. That would make for a very shitty Sunday.

Karasu shrugged, arms falling away from his still bare chest, and Otoya wondered for a moment if he fucking did this on purpose. Just to see if he could rile Otoya up into something.

“Yeah? Why not?”

Why not? He could think of a million and one reasons why not, none of which seemed very plausible at this moment. He considered his options, deciding that his final choice would be made once he gathered a smidgen of more information.

“Well what about you? You ever kissed a guy?”

Karasu laughed, as if that was the dumbest question he had ever heard. His tone made Otoya flush in anger and embarrassment, and he insisted Karasu answer him by telling him not to be a jerk.

“I mean yeah.  I almost had a boyfriend in high school, but he was way too clingy and distracted me from school and football.”

“What?” Otoya’s mouth gaped open,  not believing his own two ears. “What do you mean? Why did you never tell me?”

“Never came up? I don’t know.” Karasu shrugged, as if his revelation wasn’t the earth shattering, ground breaking upheaval that it felt like.  “I’ve dated way more girls, so that one guy was like a blip on the radar in comparison.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Otoya wandered further into the kitchen, until he was standing in front of Karasu to give into his baser urges. 

“Yeah, fine, okay. Let's do it then.” 

Karasu laughed again, inching himself closer to Otoya as he did so.  He stopped when there was but inches between them.  He leaned in, moving way too fast for Otoya’s comfort, and Otoya leaned back, holding a hand up between their faces as he asked the other question that was then hanging over his mind.

“Will this make it weird?”

“Only if you fucking make it weird, dumbass.” Karasu said as he stepped forward, fully into Otoya’s space, sucking all the air that was reserved for Otoya out of his lungs.  Karasu’s hips bumped against his, pressing him back against the counter Karasu had been leaning against, locking him in and trapping him with no room for escape until Karasu said so. “We’re just testing a theory, and if you hate it, then like. It's the alcohol, right?”

“Yeah, the alcohol,” Otoya agreed, though knowing the heat he felt in his stomach was related to anything but the alcohol and that his cold shower had completely sobered him up save for the lingering sense of being lighter than air but heavier than a boulder as his friend gripped his hip, touching him a way he never had before. He waited, not moving as fast this time, until Otoya nodded, closing his eyes to hide his embarrassment and excitement. Otoya slightly cursed the fact that he hadn’t brushed his teeth when he smelled the minty freshness of Karasu’s breath on his face, but it was too late now, all he could do was wait until it was over.

Then he could decide if he wanted to live to brush his teeth another day, or just evaporate on the spot and die. 

And then Karasu was kissing him. Lips softer than expected, pressing against his gently so as not to overwhelm and scare him.  He felt Karasu’s fingers squeeze his hip, his other hand coming up to touch his opposite cheek, soothing his fears as he eased him into it.

Their lips parted for just a moment, but Otoya did not open his eyes.

“Okay?” He heard Karasu whisper, asking for permission to kiss him again.

“Yeah. Okay.” His own voice reached his ears, sounding weak and strained and he hated it, but he couldn’t help it. 

Because Karasu was kissing him again, pressing against him a little firmer this time, letting Otoya feel everything he had to offer as he licked against his lips.  It seemed like a step too far, but Otoya couldn’t help the instinct to open his mouth, letting Karasu dip his tongue inside, a confidence Otoya did not have apparently as Karasu deepened their kiss further, both hands finding his hips and squeezing him tightly.  Otoya’s own hands found Karasu’s broad shoulders, encouraging his friend further to keep kissing him, not giving him a chance to even fucking breath, until he was light in the head, face flushed and heart beating faster than it ever fucking had before.  He gasped when Karasu finally let him go, lungs aching for air, but brain aching for Karasu to kiss him again. And Again. And maybe once more for the road because damn, if that wasn’t one of the top ten kisses he had ever hand in his lifetime.

Stepping back, Otoya was happy to see that Karasu was not unaffected by their kiss, and he didn’t do a damn thing to hide it as he stared back at him.

“Well? What do you think?”

Otoya thought for a minute, catching his breath as his fingers gripped the edge of the counter, holding himself up. He was so fucking weak right now, in a way he really couldn’t explain. He wanted more of this, but Karasu seemed to be putting an end to it for the night.

“That was so fucking gay.”

Karasu laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah. Wasn’t that the point?” Turning to the fridge to grab himself a half empty bottle of sports drink from early in the day, Karasu nodded towards Otoya as he moved to exit the kitchen. “Let’s go to bed.”

Otoya agreed, ditching the rest of his water in the sink before switching out the lights in the kitchen, heading off to his own bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Karasu’s voice called to him from the other end of the hall, and Otoya turned around squinting to see Karasu in the dark.

“Uh, bed? Like you said?”

“I meant my bed, stupid,” Karasu scolded, his words sending a shockwave through Otoya’s body as he registered the words.

“Wait, really?”

“God, Eita, you really are dense. Figure it out, and come or don’t. Either way, I’m going to bed.”

Karasu turned around, entering his bedroom, but leaving the door cracked just so, like he was confident Otoya would follow. Cocky bastard.

Standing there in the hallway, Otoya considered his options. 

Denial.

Or Acceptance. 

Ah fuck it. 

Karasu’s door was still open, and he was right there.

He couldn’t say no to that, not when his best friend had asked so nicely.

So he didn’t. 

Following Karasu’s footsteps, he inched into the dark bedroom, closing the door behind him.  Karasu was already in bed, and grabbed Otoya around the waist as he jumped into bed beside him. Like he expected him to come. 

As if he was that predictable.

Pulling Otoya down beside him, Karasu covered him up with his blankets, letting his friend settle in beside him before kissing him again, briefly, like he was allowed to do that now because he had been allowed once.

“Gay,” Karasu whispered against his lips, smiling against him before kissing him again.

“Yeah, I guess so?” Otoya responded when he had a chance to breathe, fully taking liberties in the darkness of Karasu’s bedroom that he never would have otherwise.  Like kissing him of his own volition. Or touching his stupid chest that was better than any pair of boobs he had felt up in the dark before.

Damnit.

If only he had gotten that red-head’s name. He could’ve looked him up on insta and made sure to give him the biggest fucking “thank you” for helping him figure out this damn crisis that he had been putting off for years.

With a second “thank you” for helping him get laid a week later, when his not boyfriend / best friend and he decided to not go out for the first Saturday night all semester, determining that this thing between them was certainly not weird. 

It was perfect.

It was everything they wanted.

And apparently everyone else but them saw it coming from a mile away.

Ah well. Better late than never.  

[seishireos]

can y’all believe that fall out boy said “and one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster” and then said “i love you in the same way there's chapel in a hospital” and they’re in the same verse.

[seishireos]

analysis : the similarities between nagi seishiro and jagasaki shintaro . . . and the relevance of reo's character to nagi's arc in relation to all of this

kaneshiro muneyuki’s usual mcs are troubled with their boring lives and boring futures, and the overall theme of their arcs seem to be finding something to live for. and who sounds like that in blue lock?

not isagi but nagi, who, interestingly is isagi’s foil and a protagonist in his own regard, if we count the spinoff. and out of the kaneshiro mcs, i find the most similarities between nagi and jagasaki from jagaaaaaan.

keep in mind the main psychological theme of blue lock has to do with ‘ego,’ and jagaaaaaan ‘desire,’ but first i’ll talk about ‘dreams’ because it corresponds with ‘desire’ better.

disclaimer: this analysis is for fun, as a fan of kaneshiro’s works i find his distinct writing style interesting and couldn’t help but notice the patterns across his manga –  warning for blue lock and jagaaaaaan spoilers ahead!

if you don’t mind jagaaaaaan spoilers or aren’t planning to read it, here’s a quick intro for the characters mentioned in this analysis:

fractured humans - individuals infected by ‘frenzied frogs’ that turn them into monsters that are manifestations of their 'deepest desires'

jagasaki - our protagonist, also a fractured human but with maintained sanity and self-control, he can transform his hand/arm into a gun which represents his ‘desire’ to ‘shoot’ away his boring life

yuriko - jagasaki’s girlfriend at the start of the manga, turns into a fractured human and jagasaki kills her in self-defence, she can be revived if jagasaki kills every fractured human including himself

belle - jagasaki’s coworker, and future girlfriend

jagasaki doesn’t want his “lame” future and later even said he’s accepted that he has a 'bad ending' to his life, and nagi just settled for a “slow and comfortable” (though boring) life and says it’s his only ‘dream’ for the future. this is the first thing we know about them reading jagaaaaaan and either episode nagi or the light novel (and this attitude towards life is an integral part of their character like other kaneshiro mcs.)

then, jagasaki ended up fighting fractured humans and nagi with football and blue lock; and both of them did it out of feeling indebted to someone: jagasaki to yuriko, because she’s his girlfriend and he didn’t mean to kill her; and nagi to reo, because reo was the first to be interested in him.

so, jagasaki's initial ‘desire’ and purpose for living was to revive yuriko and die, until he acknowledged his ‘desire’ to be with belle, then he wanted to live. and even though i previously compared reo to yuriko, he’s actually both yuriko and belle to nagi.

jagasaki's actual ‘desire’ isn't reviving yuriko, experiencing the thrill of killing, nor [being with] belle. belle can be included in it but she’s not the ‘desire’ itself – from the start his deepest ‘desire’ was to simply kill his boring future, and i expect that nagi's real ‘dream’ will be something similar.

so let’s say nagi does have a ‘dream’ of his own other than their shared ‘dream’ of winning the world cup, reo can still be his ‘ego’ the same way belle is called jagasaki's ‘trigger’ even if she isn’t his ‘desire.’

their arcs basically go like this:

not wanting to live anymore or being tired of life

doing something they don’t really want to for reo / yuriko and it becomes their purpose

start enjoying it because of the thrill from winning / killing

get into a slump because they need bigger dreams / desires, which in this context are not their actual ‘dreams’ and ‘desires’ but increasingly bigger (but still smaller than their end goals: winning the world cup + killing all fractured humans and later saving the world) challenges to motivate them

now the order is different though for the moment they realised they have something to fight/live for.

for jagasaki, it was 100+ chapters in after the ddl arc, he realised he didn't want to die reviving yuriko [to have a future with belle] after seeing mikazuchi revive his son. for nagi, the novel says it was the moment he met reo. it could also be when team z fought back and “he first felt curiosity” but team z nor isagi is not his ‘trigger,’ though he did help in the awakening of his ‘ego’ just like barou. nagi got pissed when barou [not only pushed reo but also] said football is a sport that should be played alone to which nagi responded he doesn’t want to play barou’s kind of football + nagi was okay with losing at first until reo said if they lose it means they’re not the strongest. either way, reo is his real ‘trigger.’ 

jagasaki's ‘desire’ is to live a life worth living or a have ‘good ending’ / future [with belle], and his ‘trigger’ is belle. and if i'm correct, nagi's ‘dream’ is the same (in which reo is included as well, as nagi makes reo promise to stay with him till the end and wants to be “spoiled for the rest of his life”), his ‘ego’ is [being the best for] reo, plus they have that ‘promise’ of winning the world cup together.

the reason reo can be both nagi’s yuriko and belle in the narrative is because jagasaki’s goal of reviving yuriko cannot coexist with his true ‘desire’ of living happily [with belle], as he has to die to bring her back and even if he doesn’t have to, he also can’t be in relationships with them both. nagi on the other hand, can have an unbothersome and interesting life [with reo], be the best striker and win the world cup all at the same time. nagi and reo get to have that ‘promise’ and share reo’s ‘dream’ because it complements his own ‘dream’ and ‘ego.’