#⏳ — lumi’s hcs!

[seichira]

Hello! If I may, could I please ask for some headcanons of how Chigiri, Nagi, Bachira and Isagi would confess to the reader?

LOVESICK CONFESSIONS — blue lock!

✺ featuring — meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, yoichi isagi, and seishiro nagi

✺ lumi’s note — this is my first time writing a request and coincidentally, also my first post for the bllk (best) boys! i hope you like it, anon!

MEGURU BACHIRA ༉‧₊˚.

i have a very good reason to believe that meguru bachira just one day wakes up and decides that he loves you and is going to tell you. don’t get me wrong—his epiphany may be sudden, but this has been a long time coming, and it’s high time he tells you.

since this morning, meguru bachira is a man on a mission. he is going to tell you that he has feelings for you, and it has to be today. to be honest, meguru isn’t the type of person to come up with those cheesy and romantic gestures. he finds his own ways to do things, and confessing isn’t any different.

just like clockwork, you approach the school quadrangle with tree boxes where you always sit down on to read books and sometimes watch bachira as he shows you his tricks in football. it has been a routine of some kind to meet there every after class and you both liked it.

as for you, the presence of the boy is comforting after a long day even though you’re both just doing your own thing, but you know that he’s there and it’s enough. of course, who can forget the ice cream he buys you as a thanks for accompanying him while he plays football?

today, meguru is already there when you arrived. as always, his feet are already playing with the ball in some way even if he’s still in his school uniform. he’s cute like this, you think. in his point of view, while you close the distance between the two of you, he gets more and more excited to tell you.

“y/n! think fast!” before you know it, the ball is already flying towards you. although spending a lot of time with him has resulted in you knowing how to at least catch a ball, you opt to dodge it this time.

“what the heck, megs? you trying to kill me?”

he chuckled, “you have to catch it, y/n!”

you looked at him incredulously, “no, thank you. i came here to peacefully read my new copy of pride and prejudice, so if you may—”

“aw, come on! pick it up! pretty please?”

okay, let’s get this out of the way—meguru bachira has irresistible puppy eyes that can get him anything he wants. so, you do it and you picked up the ball.

“tell me what it says, pretty.”

your brows furrowed in confusion, but your instincts guided you to search the ball for whatever he meant. and there, in big, black, bold letters—i love you.

the scoff that comes out of your lips in insincere and the smile that creeps into your face is a telltale sign of how you feel the same way.

he grins, “well?”

“think fast, meguru!”

you aim the ball towards his head and throw it playfully, which he catches without effort. he looks at you expectantly.

“i love you too, idiot.”

he may or may not have kicked the ball so hard it reached the rooftop of the nearest building to the point where it cannot be retrieved, but who knows?

HYOMA CHIGIRI ༉‧₊˚.

HYOMA CHIGIRI ༉‧₊˚.

oh dear, you have to tell him first or else, your happily ever after with him will end before it even started. he is very well aware of how he feels about you, but the 50/50 chance of you liking him back or not doesn’t sit well with him, and it makes him sick to his stomach imagining you rejecting him. he’d rather die than go through that heartbreak slash embarrassment. doesn’t do well with rejections. so, yeah.

it has been a frustrating month, to say the least, because chigiri has been acting weird. you guys went from basically acting like an old couple to casual acquaintances, and you don’t understand. not too long ago, everyone was expecting you to be together by the end of this year and truth to be told, you thought so too.

in chigiri’s defense, he is freaking out. his friends are pressuring him to man up and tell you how strongly he feels about you, but that is the problem. he feels too strongly and he’s afraid how rejection coming from your end will affect everything.

first, he’ll lose you and your friendship. followed by losing months of proper training because he’ll be nursing his heartbreak seriously. the odds aren’t in his favor, and it’s keeping him awake at night.

obviously, he has been thinking too much about this, that he hasn’t noticed how he’s hurting you in the present. he’s not showing up to your little picnics by the soccer field, he’s not responding to the cutesy sticky notes you hand to him in class, and he’s not even looking at you, much less talking to you.

“bro, you trying to become single forever, or what?” his friend, isagi, who absolutely has no game when it comes to girls as well, asks him.

“what do you mean?”

“just look at your pretty lil y/n,” isagi shamelessly points towards your direction in the cafeteria, and chigiri hurriedly puts his friend’s hand down.

but he sees what he means—you are looking at them with that faint melancholy in your eyes that you’re trying to hide. chigiri can only look away alongside the torturous feeling tugging at his heartstrings.

of course, she’s upset. i’m her friend and i haven’t been talking to her. i’ll just apologize once i sort these feelings out, he rationalizes.

that is only until you corner him as soon as he got out of the comfort room. you look confrontational and it has him terrified. he’s actually alone. with you. the person who he is head over heels in love with.

“spit it out, hyoma,” you demand with venom and hurt laced in your voice it almost makes him flinch.

since he’s backed against the wall and you’re standing inches right in front of him, he figures running away isn’t the right thing to do in this situation.

“tell me straight up and end my agony. i’ll try my best to fix whatever problem you have with me, but i can’t do that if you won’t tell me!”

“w-what do you mean?” is all he could muster because his brain can only process the fact that he can smell your perfume and natural scent from here and it is sending him on a frenzy.

god, he is so damn in love with you.

however, he is pulled out of his reverie when he hears your small sniffles and when he catches sight of your tears.

no, no, no.

don’t cry. not for me. not for anyone.

“y/n—”

“is it because you found out that i’m in love with you, hyoma? is… is that why you’ve been avoiding me? you could have just told me and i’d do my best to fall out of love with you if that’s what it takes for you to remain friends with me—”

a string of patience breaks within him, and with that comes a breath of pure relief as he grabs your nape to pull you in on a kiss.

“but i don’t wanna be friends,” he whispers in between kisses. “i love you too. i love you, baby.”

ISAGI YOICHI ༉‧₊˚.

he claims that he has loved you ever since you were both kids to everyone who asks him who you are (yes, everyone knows that this nerd is in love with you except… well, you). it was only when he had to go away to blue lock for some time that he realizes he needs to confess to you before spending time apart, and also because he is scared he’d lose you to your other admirers.

isagi is restless.

it’s valentine’s day and he just witnessed your locker throw up a bunch of love letters from losers who are confessing their undying love for you. idiots. if anyone here has undying love for her, it’s me.

despite knowing that no one will love you more than he does, he is still all fidgety and nervous because unlike those losers, he hasn’t confessed to you.

it’s ridiculous. you have been together basically since kindergarten and has been inseparable since then. both of you have seen each other in their highs and lows. you have laughed and cried together. you have made plans for a future where the other is present.

isn’t it already a given that he loves you? does he really have to say it at this point? you must know, right? you know him. he doesn’t even have to talk and you already know what he’s thinking. there is no way that you don’t know he loves you.

“oh, wow—this is a lot!” you exclaim, mostly thankful for all the love that literally just poured out of your locker for you. “it’s like twice as many as last year.”

you start picking up the letters and chocolates on the ground, which isagi helps you with. he is the designated eater of the chocolates you can’t finish.

“too bad they don’t got a chance—” he starts, and you interrupt him to disagree.

“i don’t think so, yoichi. we’re in the right age to be dating people. also, you’ll be leaving me alone once you attend that training, so it wouldn’t hurt to give one of them a chance.”

poor isagi deflates upon hearing that. it never occurred to him that you will be with someone else. to him, it will always be you and him. there could be no extras in your story.

oh, boy. was he wrong to be so complacent. apparently, you have no damn clue that your childhood friend has always loved you. and now, he’s on a dilemma and his other friends have to hear about it.

“it’s your fault, though?” nagi states the obvious. “you never told her, so how’d she know? boring.”

meguru nods eagerly, “but it’s fine, yoichi! there will always be someone out there for you. but of course, you’ll have to suffer watching her with someone else first.”

when he realizes that his friends are no help at all, he takes matters into his own hands and put aside his doubts for a while to muster up the courage to finally confess to you after years of pining.

the day before he goes away for training, he offers to walk you home like he always does. the difference of today from all the other days is that he pulls your wrist just right before you disappear into your door.

“wait a minute,” he says.

you face him again, and without a word, he locks a necklace around your neck with a pendant of a small soccer ball with his initial in the middle. your lips part in awe and in realization of what he is about to say, but you find yourself speechless at how he’s looking at you with the softest eyes he could give only you, with the setting sun behind him.

“i never told you this, but i want you to rememember it starting from now. i love you. i want you to be mine, and mine alone. and this may sound selfish, but will you wait for me until i get back?”

you sigh and caress his cheek on your palm. “honey, i have always loved you too. i am yours already. of course, i will wait for you. so don’t worry about me and do your best over there, alright?”

“you’ll be here when i get back?”

“i’ll be here when you get back.”

SEISHIRO NAGI ༉‧₊˚.

the realization hits him in the middle of a football game. he can’t stop thinking about you and it has been affecting his games. there’s no other explanation for that, right? he likes you. and he has to tell you in front of the ocean of people watching because he just can’t wait but ease the bugging feeling in his stomach.

nagi is not playing like usual, and coach ego has scolded him like five times since the game started.

him being himself, he can’t even bring himself to care because his mind is plagued with thoughts of you. he wants to play and see the field on a levelheaded point of view to match with isagi’s tactics, but boy, are you annoying. you are all he can think about, and it is frustrating him!

“what kinda bullshit was that, nagi?!” reo shouts at him from across the field because the white-haired boy failed to catch the ball meant for him. “focus!”

“i’m really fucking trying, man!” he shouts back painfully and truthfully, because he really is trying but it doesn’t seem to be working.

the game continues on and all nagi can think about are your lips and how they move whenever you smile, your eyes whenever you talk about something you love, your hair when the autumn air makes it dance like leaves on trees, or your small pout when he refuses to give in to your whims!

“goddammit!” he frustratingly utters as he tries to steal the ball from the opponent. he is too close to succeeding until his brain once again flashes a memory of you laughing like the beautiful human being you are.

“you got this, sei!” you cheer from the bleachers, and your voice is much too distinct for his ears not to hear it. almost faster than the speed of light, he looks at you. his breath gets stuck in his throat as soon as he sees you in his jersey, waving up a huge banner with his name on it. in that split second, he got tackled by the players running on the field.

“fucking hell! that’s it!” he grumbles. “oh, y/n. you are damn annoying. making me fall in love with you like a fool. annoying! annoying! annoying!”

ego substitutes him out of the game, and he takes that chance to climb up the bleachers to approach you. the game is yet to restart, so a lot of eyes are on him and his annoyed expression.

you, however, know better. he may be annoyed, but definitely not by you, even though he’s staring straight at you ask he walks. you smile at him.

“you okay, sei?” you ask in concern because he just got tackled to the ground moments before reaching you. “you’ve been out of focus—”

“because you’re here, dammit.”

you laugh through your nose, “what? i thought you wanted me to come watch the game, seishiro..”

“can’t focus now. i don’t know what to do. i can’t stop thinking about you. what’re you doing to me, huh? stop it right now! we need to win!”

“i’m not doing anything, though?”

“that! that pout! stop it!”

seishiro nagi looks incredibly cute like this. he is literally towering over you in his 6’3 prowess and yet, he throws tantrums like a little boy.

“what exactly am i doing to you, sei?”

“you make me want to leave the damn field so i can climb up here to kiss you! because i love you! and i can’t stop thinking about you in that huge jersey!”

your heart overflows with the sudden confession from the boy you have liked for some time now, plus the fact that you have an entire stadium before you, but you are not complaining. not at all.

you take the initiative to tiptoe and kiss seishiro nagi in hopes that it will calm him down to last the game.

“i love you too, sei. no need to be so restless, hm? i’ll be watching from here and i’m not going anywhere, so you better focus!”

like the small peck wasn’t enough, he carries you by your waist to press a deeper kiss on your lips that he has only ever dreamed of kissing.

“okay. i guess that helps. see you after the game.”

he scores the winning goal, and everyone can tell that he is impatient. they are right. as soon as the game ends, he runs to celebrate with you in his arms.

[seichira]

Hi! Can I please request an head canon of how Nagi and Reo from blue lock would react and take care of their girlfriend when she get her period. Thanks <3(Sorry for my English it’s not my first language).

PERIOD’S GOT NOTHIN’ ON ME — blue lock!

✺ featuring : seishiro nagi and mikage reo

✺ lumi’s note : hey, your wish is my command! blue lock is finally out so consider this as a celebratory gift! and also, your english is just fine so no need to apologize! here it goes, i hope you like it <3

NAGI SEISHIRO !

he does not always display signs of paying attention, and maybe he really doesn’t—but that’s not the case with you. apparently, when nagi seishiro is in love, he is the most attentive boyfriend who knows when you’re not feeling well and exactly what to do to make it all better.

as much as you would love to have your giant white-haired boyfriend’s kids running around the apartment you two share, you are simply aren’t ready. thus the sigh of relief you let out when your period arrived this morning.

however, this comes with a setback. whenever you get your period, it has the tendency to hurt, and i am not just talking about mild pains—it’s always full on dysmenorrhea that won’t allow you to get out of bed most of the time.

you called in sick, cleaned yourself up and wore the most comfortable clothes, then plopped yourself on the bed. before you even get to message your boyfriend to tell you how you are and ask about his morning at training, you fall asleep. you only wake up at the afternoon when your phone rings to your boyfriend’s call.

[ hello, baby? ] you say first.

[ you didn’t ask me about my morning. i just want to check in if everything’s okay ] nagi answers in a tone slightly different than his usual bored one. this time, he sounds concerned and you can easily imagine the pout he must have had waiting for your text.

you smile to yourself before speaking. [ i know, sei. i’m real sorry ‘bout that. it’s just… i was asleep all morning. i just woke up ]

his questions comes immediately. [ you didn’t go to university? didn’t you have classes today? is something wrong, love? ]

[ no, i’m not feeling really well. but how about you? is everything going okay in practice? try not to give isagi a headache, will you, my big baby? ]

[ tsk. answer my question with details! and for the record, i don’t give isagi headaches. it’s usually his fault. anyway, really, what’s wrong? ]

nagi closes his eyes when he hears your laugh from the other line, one that you can’t stop despite the weird feeling it gives your lower region.

[ i will tell you about it later, hm? i really need to rest, sei. see you later tonight when you get home ]

you don’t know why you’re surprised that not even an hour later, you have nagi seishiro at the edge of your bed, handling your body gently to make you face him. the pain on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, not to mention the tears at your eyes when you opened them to look up at him.

he looks godly like this. his hair is still wet, obviously leaving training right after taking a shower. he’s in a fresh sweater that would look huge on you and gray sweatpants that show just how long his legs are.

“s-sei? it’s… too early for you to be home,” you say weakly, trying not to trigger another painful surge of cramps that has you groaning.

nagi uses his hand to tuck away loose hair on your face to settle them behind your ears. he crouches down to kiss your forehead, and a hand travels down to your lower stomach to replace your hand placing pressure on it.

“you can’t expect me to stay in practice for another minute after knowing that you’re not feeling well. did you want anything? i failed to drop by the store ‘cause i was too worried.”

“n-no… you’re here. i’m okay. it just… hurts so much, sei. can’t believe i go through this every month—” you are cut off by your own whine when a painful cramp came.

nagi panics, and he sheds a tear when you wailed. he promises you he will be back as soon as he can after peppering your face with kisses. a few minutes later, he enters the room again with w glass of warm water in hand, medicine, and hot compress.

he helps you stick the hot compress to your lower tummy and makes you drink the painkiller. because frankly, seeing you in pain kills the giant boy.

“sei. sei… hurts.”

“i know. i’m sorry. i know.”

the quivering of his lip is a telltale sign of how much this situation makes him upset. he knows he will never truly understand this kind of pain, but believe me, he wishes he could take it in your stead.

he situates his back to rest on the headboard before he pulls you to his lap so you can lay down on top of him. you do your best to straddle him, your chests facing together, and your face resting on his neck.

in this very comfortable position, he wraps his arm around you. its heaviness giving slow massages to your back soothes you, and you’re close to dozing off. he is huge, and that fact makes you feel even more safe and secure in his arms.

“better, baby?”

you nod against his neck, clinging your arms around him even tighter. “mhm, sei… thank you.”

he places a kiss to your temple. “i’m glad. you know i will do anything for you.”

MIKAGE REO !

your boyfriend loves to spoil you, wants you to have everything you ever want and need. however, when you’re on your period and something makes you upset, nothing seems to appease you. it leaves him confused, but one thing about mikage reo is that he will utilize all possible means to make sure you’re alright.

“can you see how we always seem to have it harder just because we’re born as women?! you men will never understand it! it sucks so bad!”

reo nods, which he usually does since he agrees with you even when you say that his lot is trash. he knows you’re not talking about him so why be defensive?

“i know, love.”

“and we have to carry the baby, too? i want kids! i want cute little children with your beautiful hair, but i don’t think i can survive that kind of pain!”

“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, y/n. babies in the future will just be a bonus, if we ever have them. but really, you are all that i want. i’m content with just the two of us.”

“but i want a baby!”

“then, we’ll have one when you’re ready.”

“but it will hurt! it might kill me!”

your boyfriend hugs you tighter from behind, as you are both sitting on the bed. he has been spending the past hour trying to get you to calm down, but you only continue rambling on and on and he figures it is best if you talk your heart out as long as you want.

the last sentence you blurted out sets of a kind of anxiety that only comes when he is confronted by a possibility where he’s not with you.

“don’t say that,” he says with purpose. “i’m not going to lose you. if we get pregnant someday, then i will get all the best doctors and admit you to the best hospital to make it as comfortable as it can be.”

you cry at that, much too overwhelmed by your sweet boyfriend, to which he comforts you endlessly and patiently. you fall asleep when you feel the strain on your eyes, and reo cuddles you to sleep.

in the middle of your slumber, he carefully unwraps his limps tangled with yours and sneaks out of the room. he hurries to buy all the stuff you mentioned you wanted earlier during your rambles.

tampons and different kinds of pads? check!

heat packs? check!

painkillers? check!

ice cream? check!

chocolates? check!

french fries? check!

fruits and berries? check!

everything else? also check!

however, unfortunately for you, you wake up and reo’s still not there. it startles you that when you reach out for his side, the sheets are cold.

where did he go? did he finally realize you aren’t pretty enough to put up with your bull? did he think you’re too much to handle? did he leave you?

but this penthouse belongs to him! will he ask you to pack up your things and he better not see you in the morning? will he tell you how annoying you are and that he can’t pretend that he loves you anymore?

somewhere within the same city, he is busy trying to figure out whether or not heated tampons weren’t real because it made you upset that they weren’t. sure, sales clerks are looking at him like he’s a crazy man, but whatever. he needs to make sure that he has given you everything he can.

but you, his pretty girlfriend he loves so much with all of his damn heart and to the bottom of his hypothalamus, is too caught up in your shitty mood to even think of the possibility that your boyfriend is making a fool out of himself for you.

you break down in inconsolable tears, and the heaviness in your heart is only made worse by the sight of blood on your sheets.

“i’m so stupid! reo won’t like blood on his bed!”

with cute sobs and hiccups escaping your lips, you will yourself to brave through the uncomfortable feeling on your lower stomach and remove the sheets to put them on the washer.

he comes home to you like that. you are standing in front of the washer, helplessly crying at the heartbreak over something that never happened. reo runs to take your smaller frame into his arms, and he is quick to ask you what is wrong.

“reo!” you wail. “thought y-you left me for good! i stained our sheets with blood and they won’t come off! a-and you don’t love me anymore!”

“oh, baby, we can always change the sheets. don’t worry your pretty lil mind about that,” he coos.

he carries you by your waist to sit you down on top of the laundry machine, and you quickly wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

he rubs soothing circles on your back. “and what’s this with me leaving you and not loving you? don’t you know that’s the top most impossible thing to ever happen, huh?”

“where did you go, then?”

“bought all the things you need,” he says. you look behind his shoulder and see the numerous paper bags containing literally everything. “sadly, there really aren’t heated tampons in this society.”

you want to laugh out loud at that, but you only manage to let out struggling ones so as to not instigate even more pain.

“i say all that, reo, but i really only wanted you by my side. wanted to wake up next to you.”

he nods in understanding. “i’ll keep that in mind, baby. forgive me. i’ll stay. won’t ever leave you like that again.”

you him in satisfaction. “good…”

“maybe i’ll just ask nagi to run around to buy things next time,” he concludes. that is not quite what you mean, but you know he will only be at ease when he can give you everything.