#BMS Best Practices

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BMS Safety Design: Best Practices for Preventing Battery Hazards

Voltage isolation and strong EMC anti-interference capabilities are prerequisites for BMS collection circuits. Special integrated circuits are generally not advised because they cannot achieve fault diagnosis, accuracy, passive equalization, or high-precision AD conversion. Examples of these circuits include optocoupler relay + external AD, data processing, passive equalization, drop monitoring, and high anti-interference ability. They are hard to guarantee, and they are not very resistant to interference.

It is advised that the voltage and temperature monitoring points be set to 1:1 and +2 (monitor module connector temperature), respectively, to guarantee that the temperature of each cell can be observed. Temperature monitoring points must also be installed on the battery pole to reduce the temperature monitoring delay and increase accuracy. Incorporate temperature monitoring at critical locations that are prone to overheating, like circuit breakers, relays, and power bus connection points.

Battery system safety will be directly impacted by SOS, and BMS ought to be able to assess the state of battery safety. It is impossible to determine the actual temperature inside the battery because temperature monitoring is either not done at this time or is limited to measuring the temperature of the confluence. As a result, there is a serious hidden risk to the battery’s safe operation when the heat inside the battery gets out of control and the rapidly rising temperature is not noticed in time.

Likewise, in the event that both the battery temperature and internal pressure rise too high, the safety valve will open. However, since safety valve monitoring is currently lacking, preventive actions such as shutting off the circuit, halting operation, initiating local cooling, and initiating firefighting cannot be taken in a timely manner. As a result, the two points mentioned above will eventually lead to breakthroughs in BMS security design.

Energy Storage BMS Development Trend

As monomer battery capacity increases, battery imbalance becomes more severe.

Passive equalization technology is no longer sufficient to balance battery systems and extend battery life.

Active equalization technology is an inevitable trend in the development of energy storage BMS.

Active equalization can extend battery life by 20%, which has high economic benefits.

Development Trend of Energy Storage BMS Battery Sensing Technology

The development of battery sensors and wireless BMS has become a priority due to the swift advancement of this technology. Future research and discussion on BMS are critically needed.

Problems with the technology of the current battery management system. There are obstacles in the way of technological advancement for the current battery management system:

1. There are two unsolvable issues because the voltage and temperature recorded by the current battery management system are the external parameters of the cell.

(a) Because the battery’s internal temperature cannot be measured, it is impossible to accurately determine how hot it gets inside. As a result, in the event of a small internal short circuit or thermal runaway cell, prompt safety warning and protection are not possible. This is a really big issue. The temperature inside the battery can be used to predict the thermal runaway of the battery in advance, preventing many combustion and explosion accidents that have happened in electric cars and energy storage power plants.

However, the system has experienced thermal runaway precisely as a result of the temperature gradient’s influence and the delay in temperature sampling. It’s too late to issue warnings and safeguards. This problem, which must be resolved immediately, is connected to the battery system’s safety.

(b) It is impossible to precisely determine the true state of the battery, including its capacity, health, attenuation, safety status, etc., since the real temperature and other state parameters inside the battery cannot be obtained.

2.The current battery management system must gather wire harness data to gather parameters like voltage, temperature, and other data. Numerous failure hazards, including poor contact, will arise because of the numerous geranium beams, sampling points, and connectors attached to the wire harness. In addition, it will result in production issues, insulation deterioration, and power leaks brought on by wire harness aging, damage, or extrusion. The system’s potential safety risk.

3. Since wire harness installation is typically done by hand, production and installation costs will inevitably rise.

4. Ineffective cell detection in the absence of installation and operation; damage to the battery; and thermal runaway safety.

Energy storage BMS development is moving in the direction of active equalization technology. This is because active equalization, particularly for large-capacity battery systems, can more successfully balance battery systems and increase battery life. Because active equalization technology can increase battery life by up to 20%, it offers significant economic benefits.

Since batteries account for a large portion of the cost of energy storage systems, this represents substantial savings for users of energy storage. Active equalization technology is where energy storage BMS development is trending. This trend is advantageous since it will result in energy storage systems that are more dependable and efficient.

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Volume: Up

"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Summary: In which heart throb K-Pop Idol, Bangchan, just shows you how 'Christopher' he can really be.

MDNI 18+ Only

TW: idol!Chan, IdolTrainee!Y/N(fem!), drinking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, swearing, masturbation, dumification, nipple play (fem!), cum on stomach, PleasureDom!Chan, switch!reader (fem!), pull out, cum on stomach, let me know if I missed anything!

Italics are in Korean. Bold is in Spanish. Rest in English.

Volume Series: Part One | Part Two | ?

You were still in awe.

You started your career as an idol fairly late in the game, making you older than most. But, when you entered the world of K-pop, you knew this was what you were meant to do. You were already creating music since you were young, and how hard could it be?

Very.

There were days as a trainee when you felt like giving up. You left your friends and family back home to pursue your dream, and after years, you still felt like you were right back at the same spot you started. Never moving. Stagnant.

That's when you discovered Stray Kids. Watching their debut to where they are now. It motivated you.

Then, one day, your company announces that they want you to lead a team. They presented you with suitable candidates for your girl group, but something in you felt like something wasn't right. "Sorry," you apologize to your board. "But, if I may be so bold as to recruit my own members?"

You wanted a family. Craved friendship beyond just another gig. And, well, let's say it worked out very well for you.

This brings you to the present day--standing in DIV studio, surrounded by its members, to do an interview. Your group was just starting out and already doing well. You've posted a couple of dance practices and some ballad covers you performed as a group, tracking some major views across all social media. DIV wanted to be the first to be a part of the soon-to-be international hype.

"You ready?" Eric smiled at you as the crew set up your microphone. You nodded happily. The rest of your group couldn't make it due to schedule. It felt weird not having the rest of your girls around you, but knew this wasn't an opportunity you just passed up.

Time passes, and so far, the interview is going great. It was amazing being around like-minded people. And, it was also nice being able to curse and not have to worry about your 'imagine' among them. They were free to be who they wanted. They wanted to break the mold; conformity was not in their dictionary. It took a while to let your company agree to the interview in the first place, but this was the direction you wanted to take the group. To be yourself and just produce music.

"Okay, so next up is the heart rate challenge." Eric smiled. You were divided into teams; you and Eric vs. Peniel and BM. The winner would be dubbed by the lowest combined heart rate.

"You're going down!" BM teased as Peniel hyped him up in the back. You grin brightly.

"Considering you boys are literally jumping around before the monitor is even placed, I think it's safe to say we'll win."

"Oh okay, that's how it's gonna be??" Peniel laughed. "Then let's make a bet; the loser buys everyone barbeque!"

Eric and you agreed in a heartbeat. You were already craving galbi and rice. Peniel essentially just bought the dinner you were going to buy tonight anyway.

As the heart monitors are placed, you try your best to stay calm. You were an anxious person in general, but when push comes to shove, you always had a way of relaxing yourself.

Peniel and BM went first. Eric and you teased them relentlessly during their time duration of 5 minutes. Peniel started blushing during his time up when you started throwing winks and kisses his way. Their combined score was 250.

"That's not far!" Peniel groaned as the video crew asked for a short break to recalibrate their equipment. "She's too cute, like how does someone not get flustered?"

"It's all fun and games in love and war," you winked at him. Everyone laughed except Peniel, who just took out his phone and pouted. His fingers typed furiously on his keyboard. Once it was time to get the cameras rolling again, Peniel had a knowing smirk on his face. You couldn't help but wonder what he was concocting. You just knew he was plotting his revenge against you.

Eric went first. Despite the constant harassment Peniel and BM gave him, you couldn't help but laugh at their jabs. "You're supposed to be on my team!" Eric roared at you at his last 10 seconds on the clock. Despite everything, his heart rate totaled to 120. All you had to do was ignore the comments for a minute. You got this. You sat down in the middle of the floor and crossed your legs, getting in an almost meditative position. The rest followed. Then the buzzer started.

"So," Peniel started as soon as the timer started going. "You learned Korean by yourself, right?"

You shot him a distrusting glance. "Yes..."

Peniel and BM nodded their heads slowly. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very interesting." Eric shot you a glance. He could feel it, too. Based on how the two acted Eric's turn was completely different, they were calm. Too calm. They were up to something.

"One might say," Peniel feigned thoughtfulness by stroking his chin. "You had an interest in learning Korean before you even had thought of becoming a trainee."

Crap. He saw the clip.

Before your group days, you would do little lives here and there. Just want to document your early days and interact with anyone who wants to chat. During that time, you mentioned the real reason you learned Korean was to easily watch interviews without the need for subtitles. Then you casually mentioned how much of a fan you were for a certain boy group. Your fans, which was very little back then, took those clips and circulated them online. Which was fine. It gained some traction that you were a STAY and helped grow your platform. It was a bit embarrassing, essentially admitting that you only learned the language to watch their episodes and lives to get full context. But, hey, it also helped you get to where you are today.

Getting bullied by two idols so they don't have to pay for your dinner.

"Yes, Peniel. I learned Korean so I can watch Stray Kids' interviews live." You roll your eyes but keep track of where your monitor is. 95bpm. Not bad. So long as you stayed below 130, that galbi was yours.

Peniel and BM continued to stroke their chins. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very... Stray Kids fan. Very cool"

Peniel held up a finger before leaving the room. You looked around at the crew, confused. Eric laughed and peered after him; "Where is he going?"

His question was answered as Peniel stepped back into the room with a shorter figure behind him. You moved around to peer behind Peniel, and when you locked eyes with the guest, your heart rate shot up. 110bpm.

Eric and BM rose to give a small bow when Chan said his hellos. You stayed still in your place. Embarrassment immediately washed over you. But you took a deep breath in and out, 3 minutes until you can freak out. 3 minutes, and you can process every single emotion you are feeling.

Chan gave you a little wave, his dimples showing as he smiled. Ugh, he might as well shoot you in the heart right now.

"You're not gonna stand up?" Peniel teased. You immediately shook your head. As much as you wanted to say hi, dinner was calling your name. Seeing Chan in the flesh was amazing. But Galbi beat everything at this moment. BM smiled brightly and motioned for Chan to take a seat next to you. How sweet.

2 minutes. 115bpm.

You bowed your head slightly to say hello, still a bit too stunned to speak. Chan gave a small head bow back. "Sorry about this," he chuckled. You told him it was okay, but still unable to make eye contact. Despite that, you knew he looked incredible. He always did.

Focus! You tried to snap yourself out of it and took deep breaths. In and out. In and out.

"So... you learned Korean to watch us live? That's sweet," Chan felt awkward all of a sudden. When Peniel texted him, this wasn't what he expected to be doing during the interview. "How many languages do you know?"

You close your eyes and focus back on the game. Here you were making casual conversation, while 3 other idols were jabbing at you, trying to get your heart rate back up. "Four; English, Korean, Japanese, and Spanish."

"Holy crap, how is it going down?!" Eric looked at the monitor and backed up at you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to maintain a steady rhythm. Everyone but Chan was losing their shit.

You could hear BM jump to his feet. The impending doom of a very large bill drove his heart rate up. "Chan, do something!" He exclaimed in Korean. Chan giggled next to you; "What? What do I do?"

"Hit on her!" Peniel got up as well. All attention is now on Chan. Eric stood up and pointed at the two competitors; "Hey! Hey! You leave her alone!"

You couldn't help but chuckle; "I was subscribed to his bubble. I was in the trenches with the rest of STAY. There's nothing he can say that I haven't heard."

Chan clicked his teeth with his tongue. His eyes narrowed. A challenge. He looked at you, with your eyes still closed, before casting his gaze over at Eric. "Anyway, we can mute our mics for a sec?"

Your eyes shot open.

1 minute. 120bpm.

BM ran over to mute your mic. As soon as he backed up, Chan leaned in close to your ear. His breath tickled your cheek, and you had to close your eyes again. 125 bpm. 30 seconds.

"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Chan wasn't expecting you to turn your head so quickly towards him. The way your face flushed. Your eyes wide. Everything about you was making his heart race. You locked eyes with him and felt like you couldn't breathe. This was it. That free galbi was gone.

The buzzer went off.

Everyone turned to the monitor.

129bpm.

You shot up from your seat and hugged Eric. Peniel and BM groaned at their loss. Chan laughed as he watched the two of you jumping around, singing about free barbeque.

He took a moment to sneak a look at you, his gaze traveling up and down. The way your hair bounced with you and how your outfit was snuggling your curves just right. He stood up as Eric said their sign-off. Once the cameras were shut off, the teasing started between the four. Peniel placed his arm around the younger idol and pulled him in a side hug. "It's okay," he reassured Chan. "It's not entirely your fault. A good majority of it. But, not fully."

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes. Everyone came up to thank him for coming over. That's when he locked eyes with you again, giving him a bright smile.

You gave the bow you weren't able to give before, formally introducing yourself. You all talked for a bit until you felt your hunger start to spike up; "Okay, so when are we getting dinner?"

The group settled for a time later tonight so everyone could get ready. BM invites Chan to tag along.

"No no," Chan shook his head, not wanting to impose. Peniel tickled his stomach as the rest of the group tried to get him to agree. You couldn't help but chime in. Part of you being selfish and wanting to spend more time with him and also wanting to get a jab in at Peniel and BM; "Come on, it'll be fun. And free!"

Chan looked at you. It was subtle, but his cheeks turned a bit red. "Y-yea, okay."

Chan made his way back to his dorm. The rest of the members who share the space are away on their own schedules. It was rare for Chan to spend the night alone.

He groaned as he plopped on the couch. He was still a bit jet lagged from flying from NYC back home. Laying his head on the back of the couch, he tried to take a nap before having to get ready to head out for dinner with you and the rest of the group.

You.

His mind was restless, and for some reason, they kept fluttering back to you. No matter how much he tried to push them out, he couldn't stop thinking about your big doe eyes. The way your breath hitched as he leaned in. The perfume you were wearing.

Was it Channel? Gucci? Whatever it was, it was flowery like a spring day. He could still smell it on his clothes oh so slightly.

Biting his lower lip, he got up from his seat and headed to the shower. The warm water was welcoming as he tried to clear his head. Unfortunately, it seemed there was only one thing to rid him of these thoughts.

The amount of guilt he felt once he stroked his cock to the thought of you was soon discarded as his mind wandered even more.

What were you like? Did you relinquish control or demand it? Were your lips as soft as he can imagine? Your mouth--oh God. How would it feel to have it wrapped around him? Were you a moaner? A screamer? Could he scramble your brain so much that you scream for him in Korean? Would you come in multiple languages?

He sped up his pace even faster. Water cascaded down his back as he faced the tile bathroom wall. One hand on the structure to ground him as he lost himself at the thought of you. He leaned his head back as he felt himself building and building. The warm water was a comforting feeling on his scalp.

The way he would take you as soon as you entered the dorm. No words, just a clash of flesh as he stripped you of your clothes and bent you over the couch. He wouldn't waste any time and would just thrust into your--oh God. How would you feel around his dick? How tight--

He muffled a moan as he came on his hand. The shower washed away any evidence of his inappropriate thoughts of you. He panted heavily and stood under the water for a couple of moments, pleasure rippling through him soon to be replaced with an abundant amount of guilt for getting off to someone he barely knew.

Maybe that was the thrill of it. Maybe the thought of having someone who didn't know his ups and downs is what did it for him.

Chan didn't have time to dwell on the thought as the time to meet up was fast approaching. And he hated to admit, but the thought of seeing you made his now softening cock twitch.

By the time Chan arrived at the restaurant, platters and drinks were spread across the shared table. BM and Peniel bought out a room so they could enjoy their meal without prying eyes. Chan could hear them hollering in the room before he even opened the door. His ears rang as they all loudly greeted him.

"Look who finally made it!" Peniel laughed as Chan took a seat across from them. Eric and BM were putting meat on the grill as they said their greetings. Chan couldn't help but scan the room, taking note that you weren't there. He tried to play it cool as he asked if you were running late.

"She texted us saying there was something she needed to finish up at home," BM answered him. Eric couldn't help but wiggle his eyebrows at Chan.

"Why? Scared she might not come?"

"No, no." Chan chuckled awkwardly while looking off to the side. "Was just wondering, is all."

The boys all made cooing noises. A flush of embarrassment washed over Chan at their teasing. Peniel smirked; "Wouldn't blame you, she's gorgeous!"

Chan poured himself a shot of soju, trying his best to drown out their teasing and take the stress away. The three men quit their teasing and talked about mundane things; schedules, new music coming out, and how big the bags under Chan's eyes were.

"I just flew back from New York!"

"Doesn't matter! Ever heard of eye cream!"

They were laughing at one another by the time you entered the room. Everyone stood up to greet you with a bow, and you bowed back. Gesturing for them to take their seats again. "Sounds like a party in here," you smiled as you took a seat next to Chan. He took note of how you wore your hair up in a messy bun, showing off your silver necklace. That flowery smell radiated off of you, and he had to lean a bit to the side so it didn't flood his senses in all the right ways.

"Is that soju or vodka?" You spot a filled shot glass from across the table. "Actually, it doesn't matter. Hand me it."

Chan watched you down the shot with a smile and motioned for Eric to pour you another one. "Hard day?"

The second shot went down a bit smoother and you gave him a grin. "You can say that."

He didn't need to know that the line he whispered in your ear had stressed you out to your core. It was possibly the hottest thing any man has ever said to you. It was all you could think about by the time you reached your dorm. His voice echoed in the back of your mind causing your body to feel hot.

He didn't need to know the real reason why you were late to dinner.

That you were squirming on your bed, rubbing yourself furiously between your legs. Trying to get all the tension out of your body before having to see him again.

And now you were sitting next to him. The man responsible for one of the best solo sessions in your life.

"I mean, I did have to spend half the day with these three." You gestured to the rest of the group who just booed at you. Eric rolled up a napkin and threw it your way, causing you to laugh.

As you and the group ate and drank, the room was beginning to get louder and louder. It wasn't long until everyone became tipsy.

You just finished cooking up your Galbi and offered it to the rest of the group who everyone, except Chan, declined. You used the tongs to bring it over to his plate before attempting to cut it. "Damn things," you huffed under your breath. The scissors were dull and worn out. Trying to cut through the meat was as effective as slicing a rib-eye with a spoon.

"Here," Chan grabbed the tongs and scissors from your hand. Despite the very brief time that his fingers brushed yours, you couldn't help but blush a bit as he gave you your half. You didn't have time to feel embarrassed as you caught Eric eyeing the two of you. He had his fingers interlaced and resting his head on them.

"You two look cute together~"

"Shut up," you mumble and grab some kimchi to add to your plate.

Chan sat quietly next to you. He plopped some food in his mouth, the best excuse he had to not comment. BM chuckled before pouring another round of drinks. "What did you say to her anyway? Peniel was screaming so loud I couldn't even hear it."

The two of you were sitting so close to one another, that you could feel Chan stiffen next to you. No doubt, wanting to avoid another round of ridicule from his colleagues.

"Awe, jealous he wasn't whispering in your ear instead?"

That snarky reply was all it took for the other two boys to holler and tease the living crap out of him. As the night progressed, soon talk of continuing the party commenced. Chan mentioned he had a free dorm tonight.

"You in?"  Eric asked you. You looked up from your plate of Galbi and rice. You were so distracted by your plate that you didn't realize they were all waiting for your answer. You hesitated. You obviously had this attraction to Chan since the interview. Hell since even before you became a trainee. The frustration of him being so near, mixed with alcohol, might just be the equation for something disastrous.

Chan bit his lower lip while sneaking a glance at you. He knew it was stupid to invite everyone over. To invite you over. He was already feeling the effects of drinking so much, trying to keep pace with everyone. What if he slipped up? Did something that made you hate him?

But then a wonderful thought popped into his mind: What if something amazing happened?

"It'll be fun," Chan gave you his shy grin. Your heart raced as you two locked eyes. How could you say no to that face?

"You got this," you whispered to yourself as you stood in front of Chan's door. It wasn't every day you're invited to a celebrity's apartment. Especially one that you've imagined in bed with when you're stressed out after work. Everyone left in their own taxi after dinner, planning to meet up at Chan's. You stayed a bit behind to make some phone calls to your family overseas, promising that you would be there soon. "Totally normal get-together. Nothing to worry about."

After a couple of seconds, you gather enough courage to knock on the door. A moment or two the door swings open and Chan stands there. God, he looked great with his messy hair, black tee, and joggers. Giving him that ready-for-bed look--

"Wait, were you asleep?"

Chan's face turned red. He was in bed. But he definitely wasn't sleeping.

"They didn't text you? They got a call on the way over, their schedule moved up earlier in the morning so they headed back home."

Oh.

You pull out your phone and groan. "Batteries dead." You just had to make those calls? You knew your mom could talk your ear off.

"Sorry," you put the phone back in your pocket. Taking a step back, you start to head out. "Have a good night."

"Wait!" He couldn't just let you leave. It could be from all the alcohol, but watching you saunter away felt wrong. He wanted you near him. To stay. "It's late... You can charge your phone and call a cab here if you want."

You didn't fight it. You know you should've. Chan was right, it was late. The responsible thing to do would be to go home. But that didn't stop you from sitting on his couch waiting for your phone to charge enough to call your ride. The two of you scrolled through YouTube on his TV, chatting about anything that came to mind as you both sipped on some mixed drinks Chan concocted when you first entered the apartment.

It was weird. Without the others, conversation flowed almost naturally between you two.

"You mean to tell me, you've never watched any of your own fan cams?!" You exclaimed. Chan shook his head and laughed shyly.

"No, it felt weird watching close-ups of myself if that makes sense?"

"You really should, they always look phenomenal!"

You grabbed the remote to scroll through the recommended videos to watch. Chan took the opportunity took look you over for the umpteenth time tonight. Here he was just in joggers and an oversized shirt while you sported a cute long-sleeved crop top and tight jeans. He had to grab the pillow next to him to cover up the bulge he was sporting.

You settled on a music video by RenMakesMusic.  The strum of the guitar had Chan bobbing his head along to the beat. The lyrics were a bit dark but meaningful. "This is good," Chan mused. "Turn it up a bit."

You gladly obliged with a smile, pressing the remote's volume button so his subwoofers would have to do some heavy lifting. Music filled the apartment as the two of you watched the video. You didn't realize it initially, but your shoulder pressed against his. You slowly shifted to your right, to create distance not trying to give him the wrong impression, but were surprised when he leaned back into you. It was comforting.

It was right.

"Everything okay?"

Chan's question broke through your mind wandering. You felt your cheeks heat up a bit. "Y-yea, um. Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, to the right."

Chan watched as you made your way to the guest bathroom. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on your backside. Once you disappeared, he leaned further back into the couch and groaned.

What was he doing? Letting you in this late, checking you out when you weren't looking, trying to get any physical contact no matter how little it was. It was stress, it had to be. His schedule has been so hectic lately his body was trying to find relief since his mind was almost running amock. Chan was so lost in thought that he let YouTube play on in the background. Not paying much attention to what was playing.

When you exited the bathroom, you were greeted with bongos and macarenas bouncing through the dorm. Peaking around the corner you spotted Chan leaning against the couch. He had his head back against the rest, his eyes closed. But despite his worn-down posture, he was still tapping his foot to the beat. "Aw, come on--you call that dancing?"

Your voice brought back his focus. His side smile gave you butterflies and you couldn't help but wear your own when he quipped; "Like you know how to dance to this?"

"Alright, Christopher. Get up." You grabbed the remote next to him and turned up the stereo even more. Hopefully, anyone living above or below the apartment wouldn't be able to hear how the bass shook the walls.

His grin widened at the name change. Almost nobody called him that anymore. There was a fine line between 'Chan' and 'Christopher', one that you seemed to be willing to cross.

What else were you willing to do?

Your hand was extended to him as you stood above him from his seat. The gleam in your eye was bright, almost playful. There was this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Bubbly and light. How the light casts around your silhouette made him realize why he felt the way he did when his eyes locked on you.

You were a goddess.

"You just gonna sit there? Come on, get up."

He didn't know what you said, but by the way, you grabbed onto his hand and pulled him from his seat, he knew he was in no position to argue.

You were a tough dance instructor. You corrected almost every misstep in Spanish. He couldn't comprehend your scolding, but he'll be damned to admit that at this point, he was doing it on purpose. There was something incredibly hot about being reprimanded in an unknown language.

"Dear all that is mighty," you sighed. "You're too stiff, loosen up a bit. Here, why don't you take the lead instead."

That caused his brain to malfunction a bit. He stuttered like a middle school kid being asked to dance for the first time. Without waiting for a reply, you grab his hands in yours and guide them on your body.  His hold on your waist was firm, but not too tough. He didn't want to scare you away. Not when he was so close to you he could smell your shampoo. Especially, not when you wrapped your arms around his neck and those eyes of yours were peering into his soul as you two stepped to the fast beat.

"Feel how my hips are moving?"

Oh, you bet he does.

Pushing those thoughts away, Chan tried to mimic your movement. "That's better!" You praised it, and it took everything in him not to press his body flush against yours right at that moment. He hated to admit it, but as the next song played, something with a slower tempo, every step you took with him around the living room, he somehow magically ended up closer to you.

This is the part where both of you could blame the alcohol.

You both were too inebriated to notice the fact that your phone was fully charged, that your fingers started to play with the bottom of his hair, or the fact that your faces were so close together. Chan's forehead rested on yours as the playlist finally died down to a softer ballad. YouTube ironically telling you two to slow down. But neither showing signs of listening.

"We...are going down a path you might regret." Chan closed his eyes to help steady his breathing. How were you able to do this earlier today? He felt like his heart was going to combust on the spot.

"That I might regret?" You whispered. Being this close to him felt surreal. You were sure you were about to wake up in your bed feeling very frustrated. "You won't?"

The feel of the pressure of your body was draining all his excitement from his chest to his dick. Another form of pressure was beginning to press against his underwear. A flood of penance sprung as quickly as his blood flowed to his quickening erection. "We just barely met. We don't know each other."

You pull away slightly so you can look up at him.

"Then, get to know me."

Chan knew this wasn't what you meant. But, it was too late to turn back now.

You were half-naked, a trail of clothes leading to his room.

For every question he asked, an article of your outfit was essentially ripped off you. Every question you answered, you returned the favor.

"Favorite food?" Whoops, there goes that necklace.

"Beef jerky with sticky rice." Goodbye, Chan's shirt!

He kissed you deeply and backed you up towards his bed. A brief pause as you fell into the soft cushions and he stared down at you. Your lips were puffy, chest rising and falling as you were trying to catch your breath. As much as he reveled in the thought of you being a goddess, there was something about bringing down a higher power that made him absolutely feral. Breaking you down bit by bit with every question. 

He climbed on the bed to hover over you, that stupid side smile making another appearance for the night. "That's not exactly a 'food', more of a meal."

"Sorry if I'm--ah. A bit distracted." You close your eyes as he attaches his lips right below your ear. Sucking on your soft skin, not hard enough to leave bruising, but a temporary mark just for his eyes. 

Biting your lower lip, you happily extended your neck a bit to give him more access. Mind all fuzzy and unable to think as he littered your neck with small kisses. Chan gripped your thigh and pulled it up a bit, lifting your hips just enough to hold you close to his pelvis,  kneading your thighs through your tights.

"Need you to focus." He nipped softly at your skin. "How else am I going to learn everything about you?

"Favorite position?" His fingers went under the hem of your tights and helped you shed the last outer part of your outfit. Once it was thrown somewhere across his room, you wrapped the leg he was holding up around his back and used what momentum you could gather to push his back on the bed. His hands instinctively grabbed onto your hips as you straddled him.

Your lips were soft and gentle as you leaned in for a kiss, the complete opposite of the intensity shared just moments before. "Don't care, so long as I'm full."

Chan wasted no time by stripping himself of his joggers and boxers on your behalf. Stifling a moan as best as he could once he felt your clothed core perfectly placed on his growing erection.  Guiding your hips to grind against him, he grinned as you threw your head back and sighed in content. Chan rocked his hips perfectly to the rhythm he set against you, providing the much-needed friction you craved.

You were starting to think he was tanking at dancing salsa on purpose.

"Anything off limits?" You couldn't even register that his hands snuck up to undo your bra clasp. He took a second to appreciate the view. Chan couldn’t stop himself from using his forearms to prop himself up to latch onto one of your nipples. Licking and sucking at anything he could grab. The mewls coming from your mouth sounded like a song he never wanted to end. Your hand caressed the back of his head, pressing him closer. 

“Just--mmm. Just don’t stop even if I say so.”

Leaving your breast with a wet ‘plop’, he stared up at you. You could see the usual gleam in his eyes disappear. They became dark, almost predatory. Chan lifted you off so he could be above you again. He traced your skin from the collarbone down to the hem of your underwear. You arched your back at his touch; “Luckily for you--I like begging.”

Your breath hitched. Surely, he could see the wet stain on your underwear by now.

“Any safe words then?”

Last question.

Chan finger slipped underneath the cloth and played with your folds. The way you squirmed underneath him made him want to ruin you more. The chuckle he let out when you tried to squeeze your thighs together made you feel warm all the way down to your core. Chan was quick to use his body to keep you nice and spread. All for him.

“L-lemon…”

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you.” Chan slipped the tip of his middle finger in you. “Could you speak up a bit?”

“Pendej--mmmphhh” You couldn’t finish your quip. Chan pushed in further until he was knuckle-deep. His lips hovered over yours as he slowly worked in and out of you. You kept arching and writhing as he continued his ministrations, mouth wide open as you let out silent moans.

“Ah, ah--I wanna hear you.” Once he added in a second finger, you couldn't contain yourself. Moans were spilling out of you like a pornstar. Even when he kissed you, there was nothing to stop the volume you were outputting. “Good job, baby.”

“Oh?” He chuckled as he felt your walls clamp down on him. “Did you like that?”

You couldn't speak as he kept pressing into you, wiggling his fingers against your walls. “C-chan…please…”

“Sorry, what was that?” He teased as he kissed around your collarbone.

“Chan…”

The bastard kept pretending not to hear you. As if he couldn't feel you practically leaking around his fingers and clenching around him like there was no tomorrow. 

You finally had enough.

Grabbing ahold of his face with one hand, you forced him to look at you. His cheeks smashed between your fingers. “Christopher, I swear to God--if you don't fuck me right now I'm taking over.”

Ah, so you did like to be in charge.

With a grin, he gladly ripped off your panties. He pulled away just a bit, taking in your appearance. Wanting to embed it into his brain for any future sessions he might have with himself later on.

He knew he should've grabbed a condom, but the alcohol was still flowing through him and he couldn’t stop himself as he slowly pushed into you. You tried finding words; how big he felt, how full he made you, but all that could come out were whimpers as he groaned and leaned in for another kiss to ease any pain you felt.

The two of you grind against one another. Chan never fully pulled out, keeping himself nice and snug in your warmth. Stretching you out, oh so sweetly.

Chan wasted no time in picking up his thrust as you tapped his shoulder, indicating that he was okay to move. You squeaked as he hooked your knees on his shoulders and leaned down to essentially bend you in half. He was hitting a spot you never felt before; not with previous boyfriends and definitely not with your own toys at home.

“So fucking tight…” Chan hissed as his pace sped up to the point he was jackhammering into you. His lips found their way back to your neck and kept mumbling about how you felt around him. So tight, so warm, just right. His teeth nipped your ear lobe, desperate to grab onto something but knowing he couldn’t mark you up too much. “Is this good, baby? Need it harder, faster?”

When you didn’t respond to him, he slowed down a bit and leaned back to stare down at you. His cock twitched when he realized what was happening.

You laid on the bed; eyes glazed over, mouth wide open, cheeks completely flushed. You knew he was asking you a question in Korean, but the words weren’t forming in your head like they usually do. “Aw,” Chan laughed. “Does it feel that good that you forgot Korean?”

Chan let up on the pressure so his hand can snake its way to your lips. You instantly latch on to his fingers and suck. Your tongue brushes around his tips, tasting the leftover residue of yourself from earlier. Your knees unhook from his shoulder and fall on either side of his waist. A whimper leaves you as he removes his fingers from your mouth and travels down to rub your clit. Still keeping his thrust with his brutal pace.

“Ahhh…wait…” You squirmed and your hand went to grab his wrist. Chan noticed how you didn’t pull his hand away despite your pleas. “Chan, p-please--too much.”

He kept using your body. Chan could feel you clamping down around his length. “Sorry,” he breathed out as he felt the pressure in his balls rising. “You’re just, hmmmph, too perfect.”

That’s what did it for you. The fact that he listened to what you mentioned earlier, and his talk. The crash of pleasure that overcame you was intense. Chan shuddered as he felt your wave around him. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” you came with a cry. Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to ground yourself in any way that you could. You were loud. Nothing could stop the curses that flowed out of you as you held him close against you. Chan wasn’t far behind; “Oh, I-I’m gonna--”

He pulled out and stroked his cock rapidly around his head, painting your stomach with his warm cum. Of all the art museums he visited around the world--this was by far his favorite piece of work.

The room was filled with both of your heavy pants as he laid in your arms. Once he was able to catch his breath, Chan pulled away from your embrace placing the gentlest kiss on your lips. Humming as you kissed him back. He tried to get up, but you were quick to stop him.

“Don’t go…” You pouted. Part of you knew this would be a one-time thing, but another part never wanted this to end. Chan smiled down at you and gave your cheek a quick peck.

“I’m just grabbing a towel to clean you off.”

As he walked off to the bathroom you stared down at the mess on your abdomen. The remnants of the best sex of your life were starting to cake on your skin. It took everything in you to not scoop some up and taste him in your mouth. When Chan returned with a wet cloth, he cleaned you up before plopping onto the bed beside you.

Once you caught your breath, reality set in.

Here you were, all fucked out with a colleague in the same industry. Everything told you to leave. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship. It was a rash decision based on a lot of alcohol and dancing. You started to get up, but Chan was quick to wrap his hand in yours.

“You…you don’t have to go…” Chan shifted to lay on his side and stared down to not meet your eyes. Acting all shy as if he didn’t fuck the lights out of you just moments before. Your heart melted at the sight.

Slinking back into bed, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. His cheek pressed against the top of your forehead. You could feel his heartbeat against you and closed your eyes.

“You know,” you sighed. “This was something I definitely didn’t regret.”

“Me ‘neither.”

As the morning rolled around you woke up to Chan still wrapped around you. His soft snores made you smile. There was something surreal about seeing him so at peace that made your heart flutter. Placing a small kiss on his cheek, Chan shifted slightly and groaned as he stretched a bit.

“Mornin’,” He grumbled but held a smile as soon as his eyes landed on you. Chan wasted no time in pulling you into a kiss. His hands sneaking towards your ass to knead your flesh. His excitement is present against your thigh.

"Somebody's eager," You giggle as he pressed closer to you. Chan smirked as he gently rubbed his morning wood against you.

"You can say that."

"Unfortunately--"

Chan grumbled and hid his face in the crook of your neck. "No, don't say that."

"I was just going to say, that I need some water first." It was true. After all the drinks last night, your head was pounding like never before.

"Okay," Chan smiled and got up from bed to put a pair of boxers on. "Stay put, I'll grab you something to eat too."

Minutes passed as you waited in bed. Surprise overtook you as you heard a pan sizzling and the welcoming smell of home-cooking started to flood the dorm. Dawning one of his shirts, you made your way to the kitchen. Chan's back was to you as he manned the stove. You could see how his back rippled with every movement he made.

You couldn't see it, but a smile crept on Chan's face as he felt you wrap your arms around his midriff. "I thought I told you to stay put?"

"I'm not one for taking orders." You laugh as you hook your chin on his shoulder to peer over him. "Besides," Chan stiffened a bit as he felt your lips hover over his ear. "There's something sexy about a man cooking."

"Oh?" He quickly turned off the stove and turned around to face you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he leaned down closer to your face. "And what about your water?"

It was a frenzy of passion as your lips locked with his yet again. Both of you eager to relive last night in the light of sobriety. "Water can wait," you whisper in between kisses.

Chan easily lifted you, placing you on an open counter. Your legs spread to allow him access to be closer to you. The both of you started to mold into one another as the intensity grows. "I should cook for you more often," He grins as he breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath. He lifted his shirt on you slightly so your cunt was exposed.

"Promise?" You teased as he lowered himself down slightly to bring his lips level to your core. Chan enjoyed the way your head leaned back slightly as you felt his hot breath against you.

"Promise."

The both of you were so entranced with what was about to happen, that you didn't hear the door opening. Only the shrilly scream that bounced around the dorm broke you two apart.

You instantly jumped down from the counter as Chan stood upright, finding protection from behind him. Chan tried using his body to shield your half-naked body from the view of a very frightened Felix.

Not that he really needed too.

The younger member held both hands over his eyes. Groceries bags around him, spilling its contents around the floor.

"Felix?" Chan stuttered as he grabbed a kitchen rag to cover up his erection. "W-what are you doing here?"

Chan gestured for you to run back to the room as Felix was still covering his eyes. You had no hesitation, wanting to escape from the embarrassment. AKA your own personal hell.

"I didn't want you eating alone... I was gonna make breakfast."

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michael kaiser x reader (series)

canonverse, angst(happy ending), slow burn, eventual smut, i'll be giving cw on every chapter.

proof-read by: @anuverse

chapter: prologue.

he never thought he'd see you again. not here. not like this. but here you stood, giving a brief introduction about yourself to the team, telling that you'll do your best—as a junior manager.

kaiser knew you had seen him. but you were ignoring (atleast that's what he thought.)

but it wasn't that. your face—no matter how much it showed nonchalance, it hinted sadness whenever you met eyes with him. the tension only grew.

the senior manager chimes in, telling you to lighten up, putting an arm around your shoulders. ultimately, you'd have to live with these rowdy boys. you'll get used to it, she says. you looked at her with a smile—you'd always smile—then back at the team. at him.

kaiser thought he could start a new life at BM. and he did so. however seeing you like that, he felt the need to go back to times which hurt him—where there was always you who'd light where the darkness enveloped.

alright. practice over for today. the senior manager announces. and later that night, kaiser feels a weird lump in his throat he couldn't seem to vomit out. he distracts himself. distracts himself from the lie he told you. the lie he was forced to tell.

there wasn't really a period where you and him came across, save for the stolen glances that did mean something.

you'd be beside the senior manager, crystal, observing her as she notes down all the skills and flaws the coach dictates. after all, she's retiring next year, meaning you'll be the only manager left.

and kaiser doesn't understand this. why of all places, you were here.

the time didn't seem to be on your side. or his side as the two of you found yourselves alone in the locker room. he sat there, while you were running errands like every manager did.

when it happened once. it was a coincidence. twice? still a coincidence. the universe was playing a cruel joke on him when it happened the third time: where the both of you found yourselves locked in the room.

he hated how the silence wasn't comfortable anymore, "why are you here?" the room that was quiet suddenly filled with tension at his question. he wonders. like really. why were you here considering your background.

"extra curriculum activities," you simply answered, trying to twist the doorknob open. he stood beside you, reaching for the nob over your hand which you immediately discard. he tries twisting but there was no luck and the silence stretched.

that was till he turned you to face him by your shoulders.

do you hate me?

he wished to ask.

hit me. curse at me. hate me all you want. but don't even think i'm worth all of it. i dont think i'm worth any kind of attention from you—

before he could run his thoughts more, your palm reached to cradle his cheek.

"i lied," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

"i know." you let out a chuckle that seemed sincere, "but i was 14, michael. how would i know?"

he reaches to mimic your actions, feeling the soft of your cheek, his thumb brushing the skin.

"what did you even write in that letter?"

he scoffs at your question, "no fucking clue."

the two of you share a laugh as you speak up, "look at you," your eyes fall on his features, "you've dyed your hair, you've got tattoos, your eyeliner..."

"it's not an eyeliner," he holds out your hand, urging your fingers to brush under his eyes, showing that the red liner was also infact a tattoo.

just then, the door swung open. crystal. she stood there, a confused yet teasy look on her face as she asked what's happening. you don't answer, simply pushing past crystal to head out. she turns to kaiser.

"got locked in," kaiser answers honestly.

the lump he felt in his throat seemed to disappear. and he felt like he could finally find calmness in the silence again.

[xaila-space]

Ngl i feel like bloodmoon would be a great freind to jack. I mean i know that jack has this kill protocol list thingie and bm is on it but hear me out.

Both have the same energy except one of them is more bloodthirsty

I feel like i woild have prefered bm to be his best freind but im not the one to decide that

JUST IMAGINE THOOOO

Both would immidietly click and just start causeing chaos

Double the trouble

It would be fun to watch

Plus both of them are very similair yet have diffrent fates and thats also neat!

Both were made as a weapon. Both were practically used. Both have the ability to literly slautgher anyone even if it was just for fun.

And so much more

We only had one ep of that duo 🥲

[miyamiwu]

Initially, what made Blue Lock great was its concept of ego. It was fresh and never before discussed at length in a sports manga. The story also clearly presented a theory—“Individualism, and not collectivism, is what’s needed for the Japan football team to win”—and then slowly elaborated on that theory until it finally proved it true in the U20 arc.

The manga could’ve ended right after the U20 match and just leave the World Cup happenings to the reader’s imagination, but it didn’t. Instead, it sought to put the Blue Lock Philosophy against different philosophies all over the world in the NEL arc.

This is a bold and exciting move, but now the position of the Blue Lock Philosophy being Correct is constantly challenged. And with each match they play, believing Blue Lock to be the right way is getting harder and harder.

Snuffy is right. Ego alone won’t get you anywhere.

On the world stage, where all the top players are egoistic, you need to have more than just ego in order to win.

Isagi gaining metavision was a good writing choice because it elevated him to the levels of pros…but then it turned out that many of these pros have metavision as well.

When ego and metavision aren’t unique, then that leaves actual physical skills to be the deciding factor on whether you gain an advantage on the field.

And Isagi… is not the best player physically. He never was.

And that’s fine! He doesn’t have to be talented in that regard in order to compete… but the thing is, we also haven’t seem him doing any focused training on his physical skills. And I don’t mean regular Blue Lock hell training because everybody does that. I’m talking about Isagi picking one weakness he has and just focusing on improving it. He doesn’t have to be the best in it, but there should be some effort.

He’s not so good at one-on-one’s, so maybe he can work on his dribbling. Or maybe he can practice how to trap the ball better so he’ll have more shooting options and not be overly reliant on his direct shot. Or maybe he can do some strength/core training so he won’t be easily knocked away by Rin again. Anything!

But so far, there’s been none of that in the NEL arc. (He did practice on a “lefty shot” before, but that turned out to be a hoax and it was also never mentioned again after the Ubers match.)

And it’s funny because Isagi has no excuse to not do this.

Kaiser, whose kick speed already surpasses Noa’s, had the time to come up with a new shooting technique. He’s also a Talented Learner like Isagi, so if he can do it, why can’t our protagonist?

I’m all for Talented Learners winning against Geniuses through hard work because that’s objectively a good message to send… but there hasn’t been any hard work. It’s all just ego mind games right now. Isagi winning in such a scenario would be unfair and idealistic.

----

I’m gonna be honest with y’all, I’m very worried about how the BM vs PxG match will turn out. Blue Lock was what got me back to Tumblr and also what kept me alive through the depressive pandemic years. If the game ends with yet another Isagi win, I am going to be extremely disappointed because that would mean that the manga had completely turned into a powerscaling fantasy.

(If Ness manages to get any development in this match in spite of that, then I might still wanna stick around. But with only 2 chapters left to the end of the volume, hope is starting to feel elusive 😞)

But yeah… if Isagi wins (and there’s no Ness development as consolation), then I might just drop the manga 😞

[seventeen-roxy]

OTHER FRIENDSHIPS ☀︎︎

CHOI SAN (ATEEZ)

They were literally MC’s together so of course they’re friends.

They have this sibling bond that everyone loves to see.

San expressed that being an MC alongside Roxy was a big pleasure since he’s been a fan of her for a very long time.

They occasionally go out together to catch up.

San sometimes forgets that Roxy is actually younger than him and often calls her noona.

His parents and her parents are actually friends.

San is friends with Roxy's older brother and Roxy is friends with San's older sister.

San knows that Roxy is learning Japanese so when he has the chance he tries to teach her some.

HUH YUNJIN (LE SSERAFIM)

Lovers (in a platonic way).

They're each others ride or die.

Roxy said that Yunjin was her favorite contestant on produce 48 and she got so sad when she didn't make it in the final lineup (but she was happy for her when she debuted in Le Sserafim).

They often speak English when they can.

Roxy is friends with Yunjin's younger sister Rachel.

Yunjin tried to teach Roxy opera singing (on her request) but she then gave up because it was way too hard for her.

Every time Roxy is live, she either blasts Le Sserafim's songs or Yunjin's solo songs.

CHOI BEOMGYU (TXT)

Iconic duo.

They're always teasing each other for literally everything

They're like siblings in a sort of way because they can't literally stop making fun of each other, but at the same time they're very protective of each other and would literally defend one another if needed.

Roxy admires Beomgyu's passion for writing songs so much that it gave her some sort of strength to also start writing some songs.

Roxy is proud of Beomgyu for staying in school and studying since she didn't get the chance to do that when she moved to South Korea from the Usa because she didn't know Korean that well. (She finished middle school in South Korea but never continued because it was too hard for her).

Beomgyu always calls Roxy noona in a cute way every time he sees her.

OH HAEWON (NMIXX)

Literal besties.

Haewon literally loves Roxy (again in a platonic way ofc).

Roxy said Haewon's best qualities are her vocals and how funny she is and Haewon said that Roxy's best qualities are her dancing skills and her confidence.

They're so clingy with each other.

Haewon always asks Roxy to help her get better at dancing even though she doesn't need it since Roxy said that she's an amazing dancer already (but she helps her anyway).

When they both have time, they like to go on walks or runs together to either relax or blow off some steam from the heavy practices they both have to endure.

SKIENDIEL MEGAN MEIYOK (KATSEYE)

Roxy is close with all the Katseye members but she’s extremely close with Megan because they just get each other a lot.

Roxy said that in Dream Academy, Megan was her favorite contestant because her skills were outstanding and her passion felt really genuine. She kinda reminded her of herself when she was a trainee.

They’re both always excited when they need to do dance challenges for their groups songs.

The first thing that Megan does after coming to South Korea is visit Roxy (if she has the chance of course).

Megan sometimes shares her Kuromi merch with Roxy.

Megan loves Roxy’s cat even though she’s really allergic to cats.

Megan said that Roxy has always had a big influence on her and she inspired her deeply to become a good performer.

They FaceTime a lot just to catch up on things.

Roxy is also friends with: BM (Kard), Dahyun (Twice), Youngeun (Kep1er), Keeho (P1Harmony), Giselle and NingNing (Aespa), Rei (Ive), Mingi and Wooyoung (Ateez), Asa (Babymonster), Felix (Stray Kids), Johnny (NCT).

❧masterlist • ❧ k-profile

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Lmao Imma post this before I go to sleep coz its 4:40 AM and this is making me feel weird for some reason.

Nagi's fall out has always been foreshadowed after he scored a goal during ManCity's match against Bastard. It's been obvious that Nagi lost his spark after "winning" against Isagi because that has been his ultimate goal. He proved he can actually beat Isagi.

Then it's gone. The spark that built up since the first selection and team matches until the second selection (that's being retold in EpiNagi, mind you) and his efforts being solidified as he became a part of Blue Lock's top 6 have gone to waste because he hadn't realized what his ego was.

He's been assisted by Agi and Chris did his best to motivate the kid, but it didn't work. It's like... He went back to square one and it sucks that he regressed into what he was before the spark was lit. It sucks that all his potential practically went down the drain just because he can't figure out what his next goal was.

While Reo was so eager to help Nagi out, basically saying his new ego was to help Nagi to be the best, Nagi just stood still. Reo believed in him through and through, and maybe I'm reaching, but it's disappointing he didn't do anything. Or maybe he did, because the whole time, Nagi was also in a dilemma because of the threat of their standings dropping. He did tell Reo they have to do something in that scene in the common bath, but god.

He was just too late.

He realized his new ego when everyone has already realized theirs. That's why Otoya was able to score. That's why Bachira was able to cut through and score the winning goal, a big slap in the face because before, Bachira was in Nagi's place, chasing after Isagi and not realizing his own potential.

Nagi was just too late.

And if you're gonna say "oh, Nanase didn't deserve-" Girl. I will stop you right there. Nagi is a talented player, we are not gonna ignore that fact, but between him and Nanase, during their time in the NEL, Nagi became stagnant, while Nanase had to swallow his pride and asked Rin to train him. Heck, he proved himself useful during the BM v PXG match, making sure he's there, seen and moving. He deserved being in the 23rd spot. He never lost his flame that Isagi helped fan during the 3rd selection.

It is bound to happen. Nagi being locked off for being stagnant was bound to happen.

I know Kaneshiro has something up his sleeve for Nagi, but the truth is plain and simple. Nagi has to face the music that because of this, he's gonna love Reo and his realized dream of playing with Reo until the end.

As always, I'd love to discuss things if you guys have opinions about my opinions. I'm mourning with the Nagi stans, I really am, but this is just how it is. I love how this is actually making things interesting now.

[srslyscary]

┊┊. NON-SKZ RELATIONSHIPS !

⟿ ATEEZ !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ captain hj, ddeonghwa , you know , yeosang(ie), mountain, fix on, lunatic, bear

➠ met during kingdom sports day, got introduced to the group after everyone else because she was sick the day the boys had gotten previously introduced to ateez and hadn’t been able to find the time to actually meet them like the boys did.

➠ got along with everyone as soon as they were introduced. everyone was very friendly and she hit it off well with all of them. ateez quickly became her favorite people to sit around and chat with.

➠ she talks to jongho, yunho, and mingi on a regular basis.

➠ she has arranged to hang out with wooyoung on multiple occasions, and fans have seen mingi and kabi out on social media.

➠ she calls jongho and yunho the most during livestreams just to see how they are doing,

➠ kabi has a groupchat with mingi and san, always being silly together and spamming the groupchat with the most random things.

➠ overall they are all really good friends and fans can show they have great dynamics.

⟿ P1HARMONY !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ canadian fucker, lil taeyang, caster of cough spells, taki taki, alien boy, rapper boy seobs

➠ she had known them from already being acquainted with theo.

➠ she used to train with theo when he was in sm. after finding out he debuted in a new group, she went and hit him up.

➠ they caught up and agreed to hang some time. knowing how theo was a bit of an introvert, she decided it would be best if they could possibly talk at a more “at home” place.

➠ specifically kabi showed up to their first concert without theo’s knowledge. she pretended to be a fan wanting autographs, and as soon as theo saw her he was certainly surprised.

➠ ended up going with them in the dressing area to talk to him before they got dressed out and ready to go.

➠ made great friends after she met all of his members, hitting off with the leader as soon as she found out he was canadian as well. she also has “beef” with him. tis the reason for his .. contact name. they’re always picking on each other, so it’s all jokes.

➠ she practically adopted the whole group.

➠ understands soul more than his own members understands him. often takes the two youngest ones out when they’re free just because she finds them adorable.

⟿ ENHYPEN !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ scared of chris, heehee, chef jay, aussie kid of en, nonchalant kid, gossip hb, crazy riki

➠ for some odd reason, she loved to pick on them during the time they got to see enhypen in person. enhypen’s leader seemed a bit terrified of her leader, and she could never understand why. I mean have you seen bang chan? yeah he can be scary but that grown man is nothing more than a 5 year old in an old man’s body.

➠ regularly talks to sunoo for gossip time. as much as they would like to, they don’t hang out in person a lot.

➠ heesung was invited to join her on her podcast to be interviewed. they had a chill time talking about things that came up and topics that were being asked.

➠ they don’t really hang out as much but it’s fun when they do happen to be around each other.

⟿ KARD !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ j.seph-seonbaenim, do not answer mathew, sooomin, ms girl

➠ when I tell you kabi and bm have everlasting beef.. ooh girl I mean it. She literally hates mathew (not literally).

➠ loves the rest of the members, only talks to somin and jiwoo often.

➠ everytime the girls are all together, it’s usually calm and relaxing. the same thing with j-seph, she values the time she gets because she knows he can be very busy and it’s just one of her seonbaenim’s that she respects. although bm… somehow things just manage to get fucked up.

➠ she means well with all of them, never once having any real problems. they’re great friends.

⟿ NMIXX !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ haehae, lily jin morrow, sully, ms bae, k. jiwoo, cutejin

➠ she’s been watching over these girls ever since their trainee days.

➠ treats these girls as if they were her sisters, loves them to death.

➠ ACTUALLY tells people they’re all siblings and it happened to be a coincidence that they ended up in the same company.

➠ messes with bae and lily on a regular basis.

➠ kabi has been their #1 fan since pre-debut.

➠ talks about nmixx a lot during live streams.

➠ calls the girls at random times to say something stupid and then hang up.

➠ randomly comments stupid things on their posts.

➠ takes group photos of them and posts them a LOT.

⟿ THE NEW SIX !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ taehun (tnx), kyungjun (tnx), hyunsoo (tnx), junhyeok (tnx), hwi (tnx), sungjun (tnx)

➠ literally just in a group chat with them.

➠ has met these guys multiple times during their audition show.

➠ groupchat is titled “tnx + kabi-seonbaenim :)”

➠ she hasn’t hung out with them in person since they debuted, but she makes sure to keep in touch with them about all their projects and new music.

➠ one of those people in the groupchat that sends random memes that say “good morning” with random idols’ faces on it.

⟿ BIBI !

> CONTACT NAME ᕯ my favorite honorable mention

➠ social media besties and real life twins.

➠ definitely calls bibi twin everywhere she goes.

➠ bibi talked about making a part two to her song “vengeance” so that, and I quote, “kabi-unnie can hop on the track and spit some bars”.

➠ often hangs out with bibi every chance she gets.

➠ both of their cats have had play dates together. tazi, bada, and chichi have their own fandom name called “The 3 Kittiteers”.

➠ they interact with each other the most on social media platforms. they comment on each other’s Instagram posts too often.

➠ they plan to make a project together (an album collaboration).

➠ bibi would come to visit kabi during her hiatus a lot, bringing her food and having sleepovers with her to keep her company.

[daleeltrading]

How to Solve Overheating Issues in Electrical Panels

Electrical panels are the nerve centers of industrial, commercial, and residential power systems. Their reliability is crucial, yet one of the most common and dangerous issues that can arise is overheating. Left unaddressed, overheating in electrical panels can lead to equipment failure, costly downtime, fires, or even fatal accidents. Understanding the root causes and adopting preventive as well as corrective measures is essential to ensure electrical safety and operational efficiency.

Causes of Overheating in Electrical Panels

To solve the problem of overheating, we must first identify its sources. Some of the most common causes include:

1. Loose or Corroded Connections

Electrical current encounters resistance at loose or oxidized joints. This resistance generates heat, especially under load, leading to localized hotspots which may not be visible until failure occurs.

2. Overloaded Circuits

Each circuit is rated for a specific current. Drawing more current than the rated capacity results in excess heat generation within breakers, busbars, and wires.

3. Inadequate Ventilation

Poor airflow in and around the panel restricts natural or forced heat dissipation. In high ambient temperature environments, this can quickly push the panel beyond safe thermal limits.

4. Improper Component Sizing

Undersized breakers, conductors, or transformers struggle to handle load currents, leading to thermal stress and degradation over time.

5. Dust and Contamination

Dust accumulation acts as an insulating layer, trapping heat inside components. Combined with humidity or oil vapors, this can further degrade insulation and create tracking paths.

How to Identify Overheating Problems

1. Thermal Imaging

Using infrared thermography is one of the most effective ways to detect hotspots. It provides a non-contact, real-time temperature map of the panel and highlights abnormally heated components.

2. Manual Temperature Monitoring

For panels without thermal sensors, regularly measuring surface temperatures using contact thermometers can provide early warnings of rising heat levels.

3. Visual Inspection

Signs like discoloration, melted insulation, or the smell of burning plastic indicate overheating. Ensure regular visual checks are part of your maintenance routine.

Solutions to Overheating in Electrical Panels

1. Tighten and Maintain Electrical Connections

Schedule regular maintenance to tighten terminals and busbar connections. Apply proper torque settings using calibrated tools to avoid over- or under-tightening.

2. Balance and Distribute Loads

Ensure that the load across phases is balanced. Uneven distribution causes one phase to overwork, which leads to overheating and inefficiency.

3. Upgrade Panel Capacity

If the electrical demand exceeds the panel’s rated capacity, consider upgrading to a higher-rated panel or adding sub-panels to spread the load.

4. Enhance Cooling and Ventilation

· Install forced ventilation systems like exhaust fans or panel coolers.

· Use heat exchangers or air conditioners in environments with high ambient temperatures.

· Ensure adequate spacing between panels and walls for natural convection.

5. Use Appropriately Rated Components

All breakers, fuses, contactors, and wiring must match the system’s voltage and current ratings. Derate components appropriately if operating in high-temperature environments.

6. Install Thermal Sensors or Smart Monitoring

Modern panels can be equipped with thermal sensors that provide real-time data to a building management system (BMS) or SCADA. This allows predictive maintenance before issues escalate.

Preventive Measures and Best Practices

· Design with Expansion in Mind: Avoid loading a panel to its full capacity. Always leave a 20–30% margin for future growth and safety.

· Implement a Routine Maintenance Schedule: Quarterly or bi-annual inspections reduce the risk of unexpected failures.

· Train Maintenance Personnel: Staff should be equipped to detect early signs of thermal distress and follow lockout/tagout (LOTO) procedures.

· Keep Panels Clean and Sealed: Use gasketed enclosures in dusty environments and clean panels regularly to prevent dust build-up.

Conclusion

Overheating in electrical panels is a preventable issue that, if neglected, can have severe consequences. By adopting systematic inspection routines, upgrading infrastructure as needed, and leveraging modern monitoring technologies, businesses and facility managers can safeguard both equipment and personnel. The key is proactive action: identify, analyze, correct, and prevent — the four pillars of managing thermal risk in electrical systems.

[maochira]

Hi hi hi! I looove your writing! And I’d love to request for platonic!male reader who’s new to the Bastard Munchen team with Ness and Kaiser?

Thank you! I ended up writing about some other BM characters as well :] also, if you don't have ü on your keyboard, it's spelt Bastard Muenchen! (ü can be spelt as ue)

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Tags: male!reader, reader is new in Bastard München, this is like a year before Blue Lock, Kaiser doesn't have a that big ego (yet) so he's not an ass here, Gesner makes one dick jokes (nobody is surprised)

It's been weeks since you received a letter from Bastard München, and you immediately agreed to join that club - it's been your dream for years, after all. But now that the day of your first practice with your new team is coming closer, your anxiety about it has been rising as well.

You're used to being the best player on your previous team, but you're well aware of how you're skill will only be seen as average among your new teammates.

And knowing the Michael Kaiser will be one of those teammates doesn't help your anxiety at all.

But surprisingly, the moment you enter the practice field, all of your anxiety is gone and has been replaced by confidence. You don't exactly know why, but it's nothing to complain about.

The coach isn't there yet, so you're just cluelessly standing around. A few of your teammates are on the field already, but none of them are paying attention to you so far. They probably noticed you already but don't know how to approach you, or simply don't want to.

Well, until two other teammates enter the field.

"No one told me we have a new one!" One of them yells excitedly while running up to you. The other teammate follows him, but he seems rather worried about how this interaction will go.

You know almost everything about Bastard München, so their names are no mystery to you. These are Erik Gesner and Benedict Grim.

"Hey, new one", Gesner reaches his hand out for you to shake. "What's your name?"

"(Y/N)", you answer during a somewhat awkward handshake. The only thing that makes it awkward is that Gesner is continuing it way longer than a handshake regularly is.

"Wow, nobody told us we're getting a new teammate", Gesner finally lets go of the handshake, "I'm Erik, and that's BeneDICKt", he points at Grim, who's only been observing the situation until now.

While Gesner laughs at his pun, Grim lets out a little sigh before turning to you. "I'm Benedict, but you can call me Ben." Then, he turns to Gesner and says "Also, I already told you to not introduce me like this anymore!"

"I don't care. It's funny. He probably thinks it's funny as well", Gesner says while first pointing at you, then he looks at you again, "You also think it's funny, right?"

"I guess...?" Is all you manage to answer before the rest of your teammates and the coach enter the field.

Your coach briefly introduces you to everyone, and then practice starts. It's a lot more difficult and exhausting than what you're used to from your previous team, but you're enjoying every second of it. After being the best for so long and slowly getting bored, now there are new challenges coming towards you.

But throughout the entire practice, you can't help but feel like none of your new teammates is actually interested in you being there. None of them talk to you and they don't pay much attention to you either. Well, except for Gesner and Grim.

It's only at the end of practice when two other of your teammates finally approach you.

"Hey there", Kaiser's voice immediately startles you. Out of everyone, he's the last person you would have expected to talk to you. And as always, he's accompanied by Ness.

You don't manage to get a word out, so Ness continues the conversation. "Welcome to the team! Your name was (Y/N), right?"

You're about to open your mouth to respond, but then Ness pulls you into a short but tight hug.

"I've got to admit, you did very well during practice", Kaiser continues speaking, "You seem to fit into the team, skill-wise. What's your position again?"

It takes a short moment for you to gather the right words to respond. "I'm usually a midfielder, but I've also played as a forward on my previous team."

"Great, that means we'll work together on the field!" Kaiser smiles and starts walking towards the locker room, so you and Ness walk along with them.

While walking, you continue your little conversation about positions on the field, which helps you get more confident around Kaiser and Ness. Just as soon as you enter the locker room, that conversation gets interrupted.

"Guys!" Gesner says excitedly and walks up to you, Kaiser and Ness. Kaiser's expression immediately changed to a less happy one.

"We're having another team hangout at the restaurant of Ali's parents later, are you coming as well?" Gesner continues and gestures over at Ali, who's currently packing up the rest of his stuff.

After Ness and Kaiser (slightly reluctantly) agree, you accept the invitation as well. After all, it sounds like a good way of getting to know your new teammates. Since most of them didn't seem interested in you during practice, you figured maybe it'll be different in a different setting.

And you were absolutely right about that. Hanging out with the team in the restaurant feels almost as if they're an entirely different group. It's much easier to talk to them and they show genuine interest in who you are. Although, a few of them (Igor, Bachman and Birkenstock) aren't participating in the conversations much. Sometimes they even seem annoyed, but only when Gesner makes another cock and balls joke. That's also something you're going to have to get used to.

But this was only your first day with the team, and you already feel very comfortable being with them. Joining Bastard München was the right choice.

[rems-writing]

Tall manwich

@yourfatherlucifer yes there's a two-for-one deal for these fics. Plus, I need to write in features other than the characters from OUAT. So thanks for this. Also, thanks for the title name lol

Trope: dancer!Yunho x chauffeur!reader featuring dancer!BM

BM is a kpop solo artist who is also part of the group KARD.

Includes: gn!reader, mention of a size kink but it won't be overly sexual, slight angst, reader being cursed at by fans, reader gets hurt, mentions of blood, protective Yunho and BM

I wanna point that not all fans are like this! But this is the unfortunate reality idols must face every day. ENJOY THE FIC NONETHELESS :D

Another day, another dollar, and another batch of fans swarming around you and Yunho. The bodyguards were actually doing their job well!

These fans just like being bold. That's it.

They went from yelling and complaining to actual punching the bodyguards in their arms with their weak fists. You didn't understand how rowdy a celebrity's fans were until you were hired by Yunho's manager to drive him everywhere he goes.

From the grocery store to the studio he dances in, you had the routine on lockdown. You just had to get used to the fact that fans have nothing to do with their time other than find out where Yunho will be at this point in time of the day. As you kept your head down and walked alongside Yunho, the swarm of fans decided to switch tactics.

By aiming for you.

They pointed their cameras at you, called you names, cussed you out, told you to stay away from their beloved Jeong Yunho, and even resorted to physical violence.

From pulling on your hair

To straight up punching you

They laughed and called you weak as you doubled over in pain yet you kept walking. The bodyguards noticed and they became twice as aggressive in shoving the fans backwards. Yunho noticed and he tried to help but you held your hand up and reassured him that you were fine.

That broke Yunho's heart.

Ever since you got hired as his chauffeur, you've been receiving nothing but utter shit. From the fans and even down to some of his staff. The bodyguards were ok with you. He knew you could handle yourself yet he still felt this need to protect you. You've done so much for him. He wanted to give back.

After arriving at the venue, he saw you dart off to the nearest medical staff to have your wounds treated and his heart hurt even more. He refused to go with staff to get his hair and makeup done and even stood in the middle of the venue.

Yunho never got angry. He was the sweetest man alive. However, after seeing you get hurt, he wasn't feeling sweet right now. Some of the staff tried to coax him into the dressing room with fake reassurance that you were fine, but one glare from him had their words dying down in their throat and dispersing so he could be left alone. His manager saw this and asked gently if Yunho wanted to see you, to which he gave one simple nod firm to. His manager pointed to a room with a red cross sign hanging above the door, indicating you were in there. His long legs strided over to the room and he walked in.

You got punched in the face. Specifically, right on your mouth. Your lip was busted and split open but it wasn't severe enough to where your teeth were falling out nor were you spitting up blood. Yunho admired your strong will yet almost cried when he saw how disheveled you looked. You always made sure to look your best and thanks to those fans, your hard work was ruined.

Your hair was all over the place, your suit was wrinkled and stained due to a fan purposefully spilling a beverage on you, and your hands were shaking. It was a sign that your anxiety raised. Yunho immediately rushed over to you and held your hands gently. They practically disappeared underneath his huge hands and you looked at him with misty eyes. You were on the verge of crying.

He didn't like that.

"Shh. It's ok, bub. You'll be ok." Yunho reassured you quietly as he kissed your forehead. He cared for you so much. It made you wonder what you did to deserve it. Another presence entered the room and the both of you looked up to see another man and his staff.

"I was told you were in here. Are they ok?" The new man asked as he nodded at you. Yunho smiled slightly before nodding.

"They will be, BM."

BM, or Big Matthew, was a longtime friend of Yunho's. They used to be dance rivals, but tonight, they share the stage together. As BM sat down beside you, he beckoned his staff over to fix up your hair so it wouldn't get in the way of your face and the blood from your lip wouldn't stain it. He got a good look at you and his eyes widened in familiarity.

"No fucking way! Y/N L/N?!"

You smiled weakly as BM said your name with such enthusiasm.

"Hi, Matty. It's been a long time." You said shyly and he hugged you tightly yet carefully. Yunho was confused as to how BM knew you. BM saw the confusion on Yunho's face and he explained it to him.

"We used to go to elementary school together. They would protect me from my bullies."

Yunho smiled to himself as he envisioned a tiny version of you fending off this man's bullies when he was younger.

"By the time we got to middle school, we broke apart. I moved cities and never saw them again. Until today!"

BM's and Yunho's smiles were so bright that you thought you were going to go blind. You forgot your pain and recalled memories of you and BM in your youth while BM's staff fixed your hair and even picked out casual clothes for you to change into so they could iron your suit.

Alas, it was time for them to go on stage. You decided to stay in the medical room and watch from a monitor that the venue's employees provided you with. You wished them the best of luck.

---------------------------------------------------

The show ended and it was time for you to drive both Yunho and BM back to the hotel. BM happened to stay in the same hotel as Yunho and even stayed on the same floor! He just had a different room of course.

After changing into your suit and putting on a face mask so you could cover your busted lip, you waited for the two men to arrive. Once they did, you proceeded to go out first but Yunho held you back.

You were now sandwiched in between these two tall buildings God called men. Your face heated up due to being flustered upon seeing the sheer size differences between the three of you.

"You're not going out there first, bub. Hate me at the end of the day, but I'm protecting." Yunho whispered deeply in your ear while BM nodded in agreement.

"He's right. You finna stay in between our big tiddies until we reach your car. Got it?"

WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO PHRASE IT LIKE THAT?!

Yunho snickered a bit while you sighed loudly.

"Ok fine."

From there, you stayed like that. Sandwiched in between these two men. The only time you got a break was when they had to sit in the back seat while you drove them.

Even when you arrived at the hotel, you still stayed sandwiched in between them. You had to suffer through their man boobs suffocating you when you entered the elevator and went up to your floor. After the elevator arrived, you exited and walked to your room.

Or tried to at least.

You ended up staying in Yunho's room, where the three of you laid on Yunho's bed. Their big bodies squished you and you felt more flustered than before.

Will BM most likely be in that bed with you and Yunho for the entire night?

Yes.

That's how much they cared for you.

[marvojpr]

A GAME WORTH PLAYING |

CHAPTER 3 - kaisagi, saesagi centric

Summary: Isagi Yoichi has a friend. Boy does he love him, a little too much, almost concerningly so. Unfortunately for him, there are some people out there who love him just as much. One fight with his boy and he went spiral, so it is up for a certain someone, to make him see his true self and maybe keep Isagi as his.

Oh and Isagi doesn't get the boy. He's devastated.

Inspired by Strangers from Hell the show and webtoon.

Pairings: Michael Kaiser x Yoichi Isagi, Sae Itoshi x Yoichi Isagi, Original Character (Navitsu) x Yoichi Isagi

Tags: Slow Burn, Identity Issues, Non-Graphic Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to even worse Enemies actually, Possessive, Obsessive, Itoshi Sae, Possessive, Obsessive, Michael Kaiser, Bottom Isagi Yoichi, Michael Kaiser is Bad at Feelings, Eventual Smut, Everyone Loves Isagi Yoichi, not following manga after phase 2 so after pxg and bm match i’ll make my own shitcuz i can’t wait for each update also it’s ass wdym nagi is locked off? he’s happily ranked top 10 easily, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Re Al Madrid team based on Real Madrid irl

Chapter 3:

Shidou crossed his arms with an exaggerated sigh that echoed in the cramped locker room. “I swear, if he wasn’t so talented, I’d kick him off the team just for the pure annoyance of it!” His voice was a mix of frustration and begrudging admiration, indicating the thin line between rivalry and respect that defined his relationship with Rin.

Charles chuckled, eyes sparkling with mischief, “Oh, come on, Shidou! You know he fuels the team’s fire in ways you just can’t appreciate. Without his brooding looks, who would take the game seriously?” He made a dramatic gesture, mimicking Rin’s unyielding focus on the field – a fierce, teal-eyed storm that commanded attention and, at the same time, provoked aggravation.

“You mean he’s just a giant, walking thundercloud!” Shidou shot back, a playful grin breaking through despite the annoyance. “Just because he’s got those glacial eyes doesn’t mean he’s the king of cool. He’s like a boulder, solid and infuriating!”

A snicker came from the corner, and the blonde, a tall figure with sharp wit and a penchant for sarcasm, piped in, “You know, Shidou, the way you rant about Rin, you make it sound like you’ve got a crush on him.” He playfully nudged Shidou, who recoiled in mock horror.

“I do not! That’s ridiculous!” Shidou shot back with a flare, but the light in his eyes belied his defensiveness. “He just needs to let loose a little! Y’know, show some personality that’s not just ‘I’m the best striker’.”

“Ah, but deep down, he’s a softie!” Charles winked, eyes still gleaming with amusement. “He might act all stoic and boring, but I’ve seen him help out other players during practice late at night... when he thinks no one’s watching.”

The blonde raised an eyebrow, a smirk teasing his lips, and pinched Charles’s ears lightly.

Charles hissed through laughter while rubbing the pinched spot on his ear.

Just then, Rin returned from his shower, steam still clinging to his skin like a second layer. His eyes narrowed at the banter, but there was a hint of exasperation. “You all should find more productive ways to spend your time,” he called out, but there was no venom in his tone.

“And you should try to have some fun!” Charles shot back, a playful smirk still plastered across his face.

“Fun?” Rin deadpanned, raising an eyebrow as he pulled on a fresh shirt, one that clung to his toned frame, evidence of countless hours spent honing his skills. 

Before the three could get more heated, the blonde chose to drag Charles knowing Shidou would trail them, “how about we just visit the cafeteria? Come, Nanase, Karasu.” He called out the players that were still in the locker room. 

He saw Karasu drying his hair with a towel as he gestured vaguely for the others to go ahead without him. The hint of a smile tugged at Karasu's lips, though it was more out of habit than genuine amusement. The others understood: Karasu was always taking his time with his own things, and they didn't mind. 

In the cafeteria, the blonde teammate couldn’t help but glance around, taking in the usual crowd of players from various teams. But amidst the noise and movement, one figure stood out—the white-haired striker, slouched casually in his chair, looking every bit the picture of indifference. His eyes seemed distant, lost in some thought only he could understand, yet he still exuded a certain magnetism that made it impossible to ignore him.

"Guys," he called, his voice cutting through the playful bickering between Shidou and Charles as they teased Nanase about something insignificant. "I need to talk to Nagi. Get my food with you, okay?" Without waiting for any responses, because he knew either Nanase would grab it or Charles would inevitably steal his food anyway, he turned and walked away.

When he reached Nagi’s table, Nagi didn’t immediately notice him, his attention elsewhere. It took a moment before the striker lazily looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and mild curiosity. He didn’t say anything, but the quiet questioning look in his eyes spoke volumes; what was the blonde doing here?

"Say, Nagi," the blonde began, his tone light but with an undercurrent of subtle tension. He glanced around the table, his gaze scanning the cluttered surfaces as if expecting something to jump out at him. "Have you seen a box laying around here? I put it here yesterday, but I can't find it now..." His voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping in, but Nagi seemed uninterested almost immediately.

"I heard Reo talking about it," Nagi muttered, his voice flat, almost dismissive. His eyes returned to whatever it was he had been doing, the conversation already a fleeting thought in his mind.

“Reo? Did he take it?” the blonde pressed, not fully ready to let go of his concern. There was a flicker of suspicion in his words, but Nagi merely shrugged, not giving it much thought.

“I guess. He’s always with that princess,” Nagi responded, his tone as nonchalant as ever. His words were more of a statement than anything else, as if it wasn’t worth investing further energy into. "Doesn't really matter."

The blonde paused for a beat, his brow furrowing slightly. "Where are they?" he asked, the question hanging in the air.

Nagi didn’t even need to look up to answer. “Sleeping.”

The reply struck the blonde as odd. He had never really heard of Reo and Chigiri sleeping at such an hour. But he didn’t comment on it. Nagi wasn’t one for details, and it seemed pointless to push him further.

“I see. Thanks, Nagi. Tell them I want to see them when they’re awake, alright?” he said, standing a little straighter as he prepared to leave.

“Sure, Navitsu,” Nagi said without much thought, his words fading as the blonde turned to head back toward the others.

— — — — —

"Don’t you think you’re pushing yourself too much?” Ness asked, his voice laced with concern as he observed Kaiser’s intense focus. It had been hours since they started practicing, and Kaiser hadn’t shown any sign of slowing down, his mind clearly set on mastering every movement.

But Kaiser wasn’t planning on answering him. His gaze was fixed on the ball, and his movements were automatic, almost mechanical, as he struck it again and again with precision. His body seemed to know exactly what to do, each kick flowing seamlessly into the next. If it hadn’t already, the rhythm of the ball had become second nature to him.

Ness couldn’t help but sigh, his eyes never leaving Kaiser’s form as they practiced. Their movements, synchronized and almost in perfect harmony, gave Ness the feeling that they were performing a kind of dance, a delicate balance of athleticism and control. At some point, it almost felt like the world had quieted around them, their only sound the swift thump of the ball and the quiet rush of air.

“I need to beat Yoichi.” Kaiser finally spoke, the words heavy with a mixture of determination and something more elusive. He struck the ball, and it hit the net with a satisfying thud. Ness, without hesitation, nodded in agreement, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he glanced at the ball.

“That is,” Ness said with a light snicker, his eyes briefly mocking the ball as if it were Yoichi’s legacy, “if he even plays.”

Kaiser’s eyes flared for a moment, and his voice dropped to a low hiss, filled with venom. “Be quiet. We need him to play, to beat him, and to be the best.”

Ness could feel the tension in the air, but he wasn’t ready to back down. He shrugged slightly, trying to keep his tone light. “I’m just saying,” he said, nervously scratching his neck, “you seem as though you expect too much from that roach.”

Kaiser didn’t respond immediately, his jaw tightening, but instead grabbed his towel and walked away from the field, his footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet space.

As he walked, his mind began to race, the thoughts tumbling over one another in a way that made it hard to focus. Nothing seemed to fit, but in the back of his mind, one thought kept looping: the upcoming match with PxG. There was something about it, something in the air that felt off—maybe it was just the adrenaline, the excitement building up. But that didn’t fully explain the gnawing feeling that lingered.

Kaiser wiped his face with the towel, feeling the familiar roughness against his skin. His fingers lingered over the spot where the punch from Yoichi had landed, the sting of it long gone, but it still felt as though it had left a mark. Not just on his face. The memory of Yoichi’s angry glares, the seething look of disdain that had never been directed at him before, burned in his mind like an image he couldn’t scrub away.

Yoichi had always been someone who radiates warmth off the field. He was kind and respectful, the kind of person who treated everyone with a quiet decency that Kaiser respected. But on the field, that gentleness seemed to vanish, replaced by a fierce competitiveness that could be cold and unrelenting.

And that was fine, Kaiser respected that too. 

But what unnerved him was the way Yoichi’s anger seemed solely reserved for him. It was a strange feeling, something that stirred something inside him—a sense of purpose, a spark that ignited a deeper, more intense rivalry. It wasn’t just about the match. It wasn’t just about winning. It was about proving something.

He had to beat Yoichi. He had to surpass him, not just for the title, but to reach the top. He couldn’t ignore the fact that Yoichi stood as a barrier in his way. Kaiser wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but something about that rivalry made him feel more alive than he had in a long time.

“You okay?” He heard a voice that made him look down.

“Yoichi.”

Isagi shrugged it off, used to the informality by now, though it still made his eyebrows furrow a bit. “You were going to run into me.”

Kaiser grinned in amusement, “what? That too bad for you, Yoi?” He teased him, slowly leaning closer but was immediately stopped by Isagi.

“What’s wrong with you?” Isagi asked, voice clear of any of the usual venom. If Kaiser didn’t know any better he would’ve thought Isagi was genuinely worried about him, the mere thought made him vomit.

“Me? I’m great. You’re the one acting up.”

Isagi couldn’t even disagree. “But,” he started walking, allowing the other to follow him in curiosity. “You’re never distracted, especially off field. So really, what’s on your mind?”

Kaiser wanted to smirk or to at least tease the sprout-head, he really did, but all amusement fell short, “careful, Yoichi. You sound like a worried friend.”

Isagi looked at him in genuine disgust. “Absolutely not.” He hardened his stare, “I’m honestly not sure why I even asked, I guess I was intrigued. Or you’re just really hard to look at in such a state.” 

“Ohoho so you do like what you see every other day?” Kaiser finally regained his usual composure that was gone the whole day due to training.

“Forget I even asked.”

The two bickered back and forth, unaware of the pair of eyes that trailed behind them.

Kaiser and Isagi walked side by side, the now silence between them stretching out in an almost tangible way. There was a weight to it, not uncomfortable, but not entirely at ease either. It was the kind of quiet that came from being too aware of each other’s presence, yet not quite sure of the space between them.

Neither of them felt the need to fill it with words, though. They had been rivals for too long, their bond more complicated than anything simple or easy. The quiet was a neutral ground—neither ally nor enemy, but something in between.

Nothing had changed.

They were still competitors, still enemies when the game was on, and even off the field, their interactions remained laced with the tension of their rivalry. But as they walked, there was something subtly different in the air. 

Isagi’s posture had softened, a slight relaxation in his step, as if the day’s training had worn him down just enough to let his guard slip, if only a little. 

Kaiser, on the other hand, seemed more distant, his usual energy drained in a way that wasn’t typical for him, the weight of his thoughts heavy on his shoulders.

It was a small shift, almost unnoticeable, but it was there. And though they might have been walking side by side, they still walked in separate worlds, each locked in their own thoughts, each holding their own distance. For now, their rivalry remained as sharp as ever, and perhaps that was just the way it had to be.

“Kaiser,” Ness began, muttering to himself. He sadly looked at the two, a few tears forming in his eyes, "you always get this look around him... It's like you're trying not to care, but you do." With a sigh, Ness speaks under his breath, as if he’s talking to himself but loud enough for the universe to hear. 

“You never look at me like this. Never.” He allowed the two to go further and further away until he couldn’t see them again. "Maybe you don’t need to beat him... maybe you just need him to see you, the way you see him." Ness says this quietly, almost as if he’s trying to help Kaiser understand his own feelings, the words carrying a tone of quiet empathy and a hint of sadness

.

……

“Yocchan, stop being so shy,” his mother said with a playful whine, her brow furrowing in concern. She grabbed his raincoat, trying to squeeze it onto him, but Yoichi resisted, pushing her hands away. His small frame squirmed in defiance.

“No! I wanna watch No-aa!” he exclaimed loudly, his face scrunching up in protest as he clung to the space around him, clearly determined to get his way.

His mother sighed, a tired but loving expression crossing her face as she turned to her husband for support. “Don’t you think he’ll listen to you? Maybe he’ll be better with you,” she said with a soft pleading tone.

His father, leaning against the doorframe with an amused look, scoffed playfully. “This kid wouldn’t listen to me if his life depended on it!” He chuckled, glancing down at the small child who had now latched onto his leg in a mock defense, grinning mischievously.

Yoichi, however, was less than impressed. He stuck his tongue out at his mother and huffed, a clear sign of his defiance.

“But it’s so beautiful out, so snowy and gorgeous!” his mother exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she gazed at the scene outside the window. The soft snowfall had blanketed everything in a pristine layer of white.

Her husband smiled at her, his face warming slightly. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close in a tender embrace. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, his affection evident in the soft gesture.

Yoichi, disgusted by the display of affection, threw his hands up in the air. “Bluh!” he yelled, storming out of the house in mock outrage, his little feet thudding loudly on the floor. “Fine! I’ll leave! Don’t gross me out!” he shouted over his shoulder, clearly more focused on his protest than on the beauty of the day.

His parents watched him leave, their faces softening with adoration. “Brat,” they muttered fondly, smiling at each other, feeling the warmth of their family’s small but special moments.

His parents were right, though he was too small to understand. The scenery around him was indeed astonishing, transforming the bustling city into a winter wonderland. Draped in a pristine blanket of snow, every surface sparkled, the delicate flakes twinkling under the soft glow of street lamps. Trees, adorned with embellishments of glistening white, stood like sentinels, their bare branches laced with frost that caught the light like diamonds. 

Even the sky, a muted gray, seemed to shimmer with a promise of magic only the coldest of days could bring. It was enough to make even little Yoichi, with his round cheeks and wide eyes, grow fond of the color white—a color that now blanketed his world in a soft embrace.

With an innocent eagerness, he scanned the dimly lit streets for any child his age to share in the joy of play. The snow beckoned, inviting him to leave his mark, to create snowmen and throw snowballs with friends. Well, if he couldn’t find anyone, he would just play soccer by himself! 

But as he ventured further into the freshly fallen snow, the sound of crunching under his tiny boots was the only company he had. The city seemed to quiet down, the energy of the day draining away as the golden hues of the evening began to fade. A subtle chill crept in, but Yoichi was too excited to let it bother him. Little did he know, time slipped like grains of sand; the evening was growing later, shadows becoming longer, and a sense of stillness fell over the town. 

Suddenly, a loud thud broke the serene silence; it startled Yoichi, making him jump slightly as he turned to see the culprit of the noise; a kid who had tumbled into the snow, limbs sprawled like a clumsy marionette. He looked at the scene, frozen in uncertainty, unsure of what to do. Should he help? Anxiety filled him as he stood there, waiting for anything to happen. 

“Boo!” 

The unexpected shout made him scream, the sound piercing the cold air like a winter wind. Yoichi flailed backward, tumbling onto his backside. Laughter erupted from the other boy, who rolled in the snow with glee, barely able to contain his mirth. “You should’ve seen the look on your face! It was like ‘ah!’ and like ‘woah!’” 

The boy's laughter echoed around them, bright and carefree, but as he glanced at Yoichi who had fallen, the joy quickly turned to concern. The boy’s expression had changed to a pout as tears began to spill down his rosy cheeks. “H-hey! Don’t be such a baby!” the other boy stammered, but his tone lacked the confidence it had moments before. Instead of calming him, his words only seemed to make the situation worse. 

The boys’ heart raced as Yoichi's cries pierced the air, igniting something inside him. This was wrong. The tension in the air crackled uncomfortably as nearby pedestrians cast wary glances their way. 

“Bully!” 

“What?! You’re just being dramatic!” 

Before he could even process the chaos, a gentle hand settled on his shoulder, warm and reassuring. An elderly woman, her hair frosted like the trees, looked at him with an expression that was both kind and stern. “Bullying is very bad. You should apologize,” she said softly but firmly, her eyes mirroring disappointment.

He felt horrified at that accusation, his own heart racing now, “but–!” he stuttered, only to feel a wave of shame wash over him under the weight of the elder’s gaze.

“You’re Isagi Yoichi, right?” The lady turned to the wailing kid, her tone shifting to genuine warmth as the other nodded, all while feeling small under the scrutiny. A soft smile broke across her face, “Let me take you to your parents; they must be worried since it’s so late.” 

With that, she swooped him into her arms with the ease only a loving caregiver could possess. As she cradled him gently, the chaos faded, and he felt the warmth of comfort enveloping him, briefly forgetting the bully's lingering presence. She walked him toward the street lamp ahead, where the glow illuminated the snowflakes swirling in the air like tiny dancers.

Before they got too far, Yoichi turned just in time, sticking his tongue out at the kid, a revengeful grin pulling at his lips. 

“You brat!” The boy shouted, flabbergasted and left in the snowy aftermath of his own mischief, while the elderly woman continued to carry Yoichi away, unaware of the love that had just sparked in the winter chill. The magic of snow swirled around them, even as the evening grew colder still.

The walk back home had felt strange, as though time itself had slowed. The soft, rhythmic swish of the elderly woman’s steps on the snow seemed to lull Yoichi into a peaceful slumber. He was still shivering from the cold, but the warmth of her arms around him provided a strange solace, a reassurance that nothing else mattered for the moment. 

By the time they arrived at his house, Yoichi had fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep. The sounds of his parents’ frantic voices, the soft murmur of gratitude to the elderly woman, and the bustle of the household as they fussed over him—none of it reached his drowsy mind. He was wrapped in the safety of sleep, cocooned in a world where he didn’t have to face anything that scared him.

But there was one thing that lingered in his thoughts before he drifted completely off, something that had caused him to smile in the darkness of his mind. The bully. He didn’t know why, but the thought of that kid still made him grin. Maybe it was because, despite the scare, there was something oddly satisfying about being able to stand his ground, about sticking his tongue out as a small victory.

Yoichi wanted to see him again. Maybe he’d be less scared next time. Maybe they'd actually play together. But for now, his body and mind demanded rest. Sleep was all he needed in that moment, to forget and recharge.

The morning greeted him in its usual fashion, loud and bustling. The sounds of voices and clattering pots and pans drifted in from the living room. Yoichi groaned as he tried to drag himself out of bed, blinking against the stubborn heaviness in his eyes. He rubbed his face with a small, tired hand, stifling a yawn as he tried to shake off the remnants of his slumber.

“Yoichi,” his mom’s voice called from the doorway, cheerful as ever, “We have guests over! They’re our new neighbors from across the street. They have a son your age. Come meet him!”

Her tone was full of that warm excitement he was used to, her face bright with the promise of a new friend. Yoichi blinked, trying to shake the fog of sleep from his mind. A son? A kid his age? That caught his attention, making his heart beat a little faster, his curiosity waking up in an instant.

His eyes now wide, he pushed himself up from the bed and stretched his arms above his head. The sleepiness was still there, clinging to him like a weight, but the thought of meeting someone new—someone who could play soccer—made his heart race with excitement.

“Coming!” he mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes one last time before quickly hopping out of bed, his legs a little unsteady from the sleepiness that still lingered. He couldn’t wait to see who this new kid was. The idea of having a new friend to play with filled him with a sense of excitement, something that chased away the fog of sleep and left only a spark of energy.

His footsteps were slow at first, his body still craving the warmth of his bed, but as he neared the living room, the buzz of voices grew louder, and his excitement pushed him forward. Maybe today, he'd find a new adventure.

“You!” They yelled in sync, shock harboring their faces, while the other kid was much more angry than the excited Yoichi.

“Oh, have you met each other already?” A woman standing next to his mom asked suspiciously, not trusting Yoichi one bit. 

Neither of them answered, much more interested in the staring contest they had going on. But the woman made a sound that jolted the kid, “I met him yesterday, ma’” He started, staring at the ground, ashamed. 

His mom looked unimpressed at the answer, “the kid you bullied?”

Iyo’s ears perked at that, but upon seeing her son’s expression she giggled as she patted the woman’s shoulder, “I highly doubt my Yocchan was getting builded, Rei. He’s so strong headed I worry he might hurt someone!”

She wasn’t convinced, but let it go.

“Yocchan,” his mom called softly, her voice cheerful as ever, “take Navitsu to your room and play together.”

Yoichi nodded enthusiastically, a bright smile forming on his face. He loved the idea of having a new friend to play with, especially after everything that had happened the day before. His mind raced with thoughts of soccer and whatever fun they could get up to.

“Okay! C’mon, Navitsu!” he called, turning to the blonde boy, but Navitsu wasn’t as eager.

The other boy stood frozen in place, his arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with a skeptical expression. His lips were pressed into a thin line, a clear reluctance in his body language. Yoichi, oblivious to the tension, simply huffed and grabbed Navitsu’s wrist, tugging the boy along with an unyielding energy.

“Hey! Let go! I’m not going anywhere!” Navitsu protested, trying to resist the forceful tug.

Yoichi didn’t seem to care. 

“You’re coming with me! I wanna play!”

The blonde’s protests turned into half-hearted attempts at escaping, but Yoichi’s enthusiasm was infectious, and before long, he found himself being dragged to the room, his feet barely skimming the floor as Yoichi’s determination led them both down the hall.

Once they reached Yoichi’s room, Yoichi released his grip and shut the door behind them, eagerly gesturing to his various toys and soccer merch scattered around. He immediately dropped onto the floor, sliding into a cross-legged position with a wide grin. “Look at all my toys! I have soccer balls, and—”

Navitsu didn’t seem impressed. He hovered near the door, his gaze distant, eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way out. His arms were still crossed tightly across his chest. The silence between them stretched for a few moments before Yoichi, ever the optimist, tried to break it.

“Come on! Don’t just stand there. You can’t be all serious!” Yoichi laughed, his voice full of energy as he pointed to the soccer on the floor. "We can play together, right?"

Navitsu shifted uncomfortably. “I’m not  in the mood,” he replied, the words blunt and almost defensive. There was an edge to his voice now, one that hadn’t been there earlier when they met yesterday.

Yoichi blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift. But then, after a beat, he sat up straighter, his expression softening with curiosity. 

Navitsu shifted again, this time avoiding Yoichi’s gaze. "You lied," he said quietly, "about what happened yesterday. You said I was bullying you, but that's not really what happened, was it? My mom heard and got really mad at me."

The sudden accusation made Yoichi freeze, his eyes wide. The room, which had just felt lively, suddenly seemed heavy, too heavy for his small shoulders to carry.

"I… I didn’t mean it like that," Yoichi stammered, his throat tightening. His initial instinct was to deny it, to say he hadn’t lied, but he realized he had. His stomach twisted as the truth began to sink in. 

Navitsu’s expression faltered, frustration flashing in his eyes. "You made me sound like some bully," he said, his voice low. "I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… I just thought it would be funny."

Yoichi felt his chest tighten as he took in the hurt in Navitsu’s tone. The words hit harder than he expected, and he suddenly realized how the situation must have looked from Navitsu’s side. It wasn’t just about the scare. It was about the shame that had come with it—the unintended consequences of his own overreaction.

“I’m sorry,” Yoichi said quietly, feeling his voice break as he met Navitsu’s gaze.

Navitsu didn’t respond immediately, but his tense posture loosened slightly as he regarded Yoichi for a moment. His arms unfolded from his chest, but his eyes were still unsure. “I forgive you,” he muttered, the edges of his voice softening.

Yoichi stepped back, “I promise to never ever lie again!” Still, the feeling of the weight of his apology lingered in the air. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat. “So…, do you wanna play soccer now?”

Navitsu glanced down at the soccer on the floor, then back at Yoichi. There was a pause, the silence between them feeling heavy, but then a small smirk tugged at the corners of Navitsu’s lips. “Alright,” he said, his voice softer now. “I don’t really like soccer, but you better be ready. I don’t go easy on anyone.”

Yoichi’s face lit up, his heart leaping at the chance to start over. “I’m always ready!” he exclaimed, grabbing the ball and tossing it to Navitsu.

And as they began playing, the tension between them melted away. The soccer rolled between them, their competitive spirits rising as they began a new kind of challenge—a challenge that didn’t carry any grudges or misunderstandings, just pure fun. With each pass and each kick, their bond began to grow stronger.

Yoichi couldn’t help but feel a shift inside of him. There was something about Navitsu, something that drew him in, made him feel seen, in a way he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just the playfulness. It wasn’t just the way Navitsu made him feel like he had to keep up, like he could challenge him. It was the way that, in the midst of their rivalry, Yoichi felt like he was no longer just a scared kid. He felt strong. And that feeling came from the trust they were slowly building.

Over the next few hours, they laughed, argued, and played soccer until the sun dipped low. And in that time, Yoichi realized something important: Navitsu wasn’t just a new friend. He was someone who understood the messiness of things, someone who wouldn’t judge him for his mistakes, someone who didn’t expect perfection.

And as the day came to a close, Yoichi, now tired but fulfilled, realized he had never felt more attached to someone in such a short time. He didn’t know if it was the way they had both started off on the wrong foot or the way they were able to build something new from it, but he was grateful.

“Hey, Navitsu,” Yoichi said quietly as they sat on the floor, catching their breath, “I’m glad I met you yesterday.”

Navitsu, eyes still focused on the soccer in his hands, gave a small nod. “Me too,” he said, his voice quieter now, but there was an underlying warmth there.

And in that moment, Yoichi knew that this wasn’t just a friendship born from an apology. It was something deeper, something that would last far beyond the boundaries of a soccer field.

Years later, they only got closer.

Especially Yoichi.

He basically got attached to the blonde, screaming and fussing wherever people tried to separate them, whether for him to go to sleep, or at school. Since Navitsu was two years older than him, they had completely different classes, which irked Yoichi so much he left class running when the bell rang.

Because of that, he hardly managed to make friends and it made his mom worry he might never do. But Navitsu was so involved in her son’s life to the point he filled every void that has existed. 

But, she did notice he didn’t particularly like soccer, he just did it to please Yoichi. She didn’t comment on it, although she knew a conversation was due.

Yoichi is now eight years old, he can’t be fussing when he doesn’t get what he wants.

“Navitsu,” Iyo’s voice echoed through the hallway, soft as she called out to the boy sitting in her son’s bedroom. Though the room was technically Yoichi’s, it felt like Navitsu had somehow made himself at home, as if he belonged in a way that felt so natural to Iyo. “Come here for a second.”

In an instant, Navitsu was at her side, his movements swift, as though he’d been waiting for the call. His expression was one of concern, his brow slightly furrowed as he worried for a moment that he might have done something wrong. It was that same nervous energy that made him seem so unsure of himself, even in situations where there was no reason to be.

“I’m here. Did something happen?” he asked, his voice laced with mild apprehension. He always seemed ready to apologize, to atone for something he hadn’t even done. Iyo noticed the uncertainty in his eyes and it tugged at her heart.

“Not at all, dear!” Iyo reassured him, her tone warm and comforting, the kind of voice that could melt away any tension. Hearing her voice had an immediate calming effect on Navitsu. He relaxed, feeling that strange sense of peace he rarely found at home. Her kindness was something he’d come to rely on in the short time he’d spent with her, a kind of motherly affection that had begun to feel familiar, even comforting.

“Since Yocchan isn’t here, why don’t we hang out?” Iyo suggested with a smile, her eyes sparkling as she moved toward the kitchen. She had a natural way of inviting people into her space, making them feel seen, valued, and accepted.

Navitsu hesitated for just a second before nodding, his lips curving into a smile of his own, albeit a little reserved. “Of course, ma’.” His voice was soft, but the word “ma’” held a warmth that surprised even him. It wasn’t something he’d used before, but it felt right in the moment.

He followed her into the kitchen, his hands instinctively reaching for a spot on the counter where he could be helpful. It was almost like second nature by now—this unspoken understanding between them. He grabbed a knife, his hands moving with a quiet precision as he began chopping vegetables, mirroring Iyo’s movements as they worked side by side.

The clinking of the knife against the cutting board, the soft sizzle of vegetables hitting the pan—these sounds formed the backdrop of their quiet conversation. The kind of conversation that wasn’t rushed or filled with the noise of the world outside. It felt like a moment suspended in time, simple but meaningful.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Iyo asked, her voice light, almost playful, as she glanced at Navitsu.

He paused for a moment, his hands stilling on the vegetables, and his eyes flickered as he thought. The question seemed simple, but it had always been one that left him with mixed emotions. What did he want to be? A question that, for someone who had spent so much time suppressing his own desires, felt difficult to answer. But Iyo’s presence made him feel safe enough to consider it.

“Well,” he began, humming thoughtfully, “there’s this club at school about boxing. I found it interesting and decided to join, and... it’s safe to say I’m in love with it!” The words came out faster now, his voice gaining energy as he spoke about something he was genuinely passionate about. “It’s so fun, and it really helps my nerves. I’ve always had trouble dealing with stress, especially with my parents’ divorce. It’s a lot to handle, y’know? Boxing helps me focus, keeps me grounded.” His voice faltered at the last part, though he quickly masked it with a shrug.

Iyo listened intently, her eyes not leaving him as she took in every word. She could sense the weight behind his voice, the vulnerability that Navitsu rarely allowed to show. She understood more than he knew—her own family, her own history, filled with things unsaid, emotions hidden beneath layers of daily life. But unlike most people, she wasn’t afraid of depth. She wasn’t afraid of what lay beneath the surface.

She smiled warmly at him, nodding as she continued to chop the vegetables with a fluid, calm rhythm. “I’m so glad to hear that, Navitsu,” she said softly, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “I can tell that boxing means a lot to you. I’m proud of you for finding something that helps you, especially with everything you’ve been through.”

Navitsu felt a lump form in his throat at her words, but he quickly swallowed it down. No one had ever really understood him like that, not in a way that was so simple, so kind. His parents had always been consumed with their own issues, so their attention was rarely ever focused on him. But Iyo, with her gentle kindness and open heart, had a way of making him feel like he mattered.

“Thanks, ma’,” he said softly, his eyes lowering, trying to hide the small smile that had tugged at the corners of his lips. “It’s just... boxing’s been good for me. I guess it’s one thing I can control, you know?”

Iyo’s eyes softened. She had known what it felt like to need control in an uncontrollable world, but she didn’t push the subject. Instead, she continued to support him with her quiet understanding, allowing the conversation to flow naturally.

“Just don’t let Yocchan’s adorable eyes fool you into giving in to soccer! Do what you enjoy.” Laughter filled the air as they recalled Yoichi’s abuse of his puppy eyes.

They worked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the sounds of their movements in harmony, as if time had slowed down for the both of them. It wasn’t just about the food they were preparing, it was about the unspoken connection that was growing between them, a bond forged through quiet conversations, shared moments of vulnerability, and the simple act of being present.

By the time Issei wandered into the kitchen, the food was nearly ready. He greeted them both with a smile, his eyes bright with the energy only a father could bring. “Smells good in here,” he remarked as he leaned in to take a glance at the food.

Iyo chuckled lightly, her eyes glinting with affection. “It’s not much, just a little lunch for us all.”

Navitsu, still feeling the warmth of their earlier exchange, turned to greet Issei with a shy smile, his shoulders slightly more relaxed than when he had first entered the house. He felt... not just like a guest, but like someone who had a place here, someone who mattered.

Issei waved a hand dismissively, his grin widening. “Well, it smells like heaven, so count me in. I’m starving!”

The moment was filled with light laughter and easygoing chatter, and for the first time in a long while, Navitsu felt a sense of belonging. It was something he hadn’t known he needed, this simple, quiet joy of being part of something. Part of a family, part of something real.

As they sat down to eat together, Navitsu couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his chest. Yocchan will arrive soon! He can’t wait to see him!

The next few years were the highlight of their lives.

Navitsu was now a professional boxer and a prodigy at soccer at just nineteen years old.

Yoichi joined Blue Lock and was getting better and better each second there.

The time Yoichi spent in Blue Lock was the longest he’d ever been away from Navitsu since they first met. They’d been inseparable for so long, their friendship forged through shared moments, late-night talks, and their mutual understanding of one another’s lives. But during those intense weeks in Blue Lock, with the pressure and the fierce competition, Yoichi couldn’t help but feel the absence of his best friend like an empty space in his chest.

He missed Navitsu more than he cared to admit, more than he let himself acknowledge. It wasn’t just the fun moments they shared, the casual conversations, or even the laughter that filled the gaps between them. It was the comfort, the ease of having someone who understood him without question, someone who never asked for anything but to simply be there with him.

At night, in the midst of his practice sessions, Yoichi would often find himself daydreaming, his thoughts drifting back to Navitsu. He could almost hear his laugh, that loud, almost reckless sound that always seemed to brighten his day. He would recall the way Navitsu would tease him, the way he’d always be by his side through thick and thin. But Yoichi never let these thoughts distract him for too long, pushing them aside whenever they started to resurface. After all, there was something far bigger ahead of him now. Blue Lock was where he had to prove himself. But still, there was a nagging ache in his chest whenever his thoughts wandered to his friend.

It was the night of their win against the U20 that Navitsu finally got a text message from Yoichi, his heart singing in happiness as he read the words: "I’ll come for the weekend." 

The relief that washed over him was almost overwhelming. He wasn’t sure if it was the pressure of the past few weeks, or the sheer exhaustion from the intense competition, but in that moment, having Navitsu there felt like a lifeline—a connection to something real, something that had never faltered.

When the weekend finally arrived, Yoichi stood by the door, his heart racing in anticipation. When the door finally opened, Yoichi couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Yocchan!” Navitsu called out, his voice full of warmth and energy, and before Yoichi could even react, the blonde had already wrapped him up in a tight hug. Yoichi’s heart skipped a beat, and despite everything, a warm flush crept up his neck and across his face. He didn’t care if anyone noticed. In that moment, it didn’t matter. All he could think about was how much he had missed his best friend.

Navitsu’s voice was muffled in his ear, but Yoichi could feel the sincerity in it. “I’ve missed you so much!”

Yoichi’s chest tightened, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I missed you more, Navi,” he murmured, his voice soft, but with a hint of longing that he didn’t want to let go of. He didn’t realize it until now, but the absence of Navitsu in his life had left a deeper hole than he had ever anticipated. It wasn’t just that he had missed his company, it was the way his presence made him feel, the way his friend’s existence had become so intricately tied to his own.

But as they stood there in the warmth of their embrace, Yoichi’s thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice, one that was sharp, teasing, and very much a reminder of his family’s presence. His mom.

"Yocchan!" she called out, her tone playful but filled with mock disapproval. Before Yoichi could process, she had pinched his ear hard, making him yelp in surprise. 

“Mom?!” he whined, pulling away from Navitsu’s embrace to face the woman responsible for his sudden discomfort.

“Brat!” she chided, her pinch growing even firmer, “you missed Navitsu, but not your own mother?”

Yoichi winced, rubbing his ear as he pouted in annoyance. But he couldn’t stay mad. His mom always had a way of softening him up. “Of course I missed you,” Yoichi said quickly, finally letting go of Navitsu to wrap his arms around his mom in a tight hug. He felt the familiar warmth of her embrace, the comfort of being home again. But as he held her, his mind lingered on the fact that his thoughts had been with Navitsu more than anyone else during his time away. He didn’t know exactly what it meant, but the feeling was undeniable.

The two boys shared a brief glance, and Yoichi could feel the weight of their friendship in that look. But somewhere, deep inside, he couldn’t ignore the fact that there was a part of him that wished the hug could have lasted longer. That the moment of peace they shared could have stretched on, uninterrupted by anything or anyone.

He quickly shook the thought from his mind, not wanting to delve too deep into his feelings. Not when everything was still so complicated. Navitsu was his best friend, nothing more. That was all that mattered, right?

Still, Yoichi couldn’t help the small flutter in his chest as he watched his best friend smile back at him. It was a smile full of warmth, full of understanding. And even though he wasn’t sure what it meant yet, Yoichi couldn’t deny that his heart longed for more moments like this. More time with Navitsu. More of that connection. But for now, he’d settle for this, just being with him again, enjoying the simple joy of their friendship. At least, for now.

The spent the entire day listening to Yoichi talk about his time at Blue Lock, though his parents remained clueless at some parts, he was glad Navi was present with his understanding smile.

He mentioned everyone he met, how his ego was even stronger than before since discovering its existence. Bachira, Chigiri, even Rin, and how he managed to score at the last minute. 

Issei turned to his wife, a nervous smile on his face, “do you understand anything?” He whispered.

But his wife’s smile didn’t falter for a second, “not a thing, honey.” She was just glad to have her son back, praying nothing ruins memories like these.

Yoichi had to leave in a few days, but he ignored such thoughts, focusing more on the moment.

He met with his friends, stayed out late, talked to Navitsu again, ate his mom’s homemade food, and got teased by his dad about jumping on top of Nagi after goaling. He was truly the happiest boy alive. 

…

Until the second time he came home after his match against Barcha. His parents were the same as ever, oblivious to the atmosphere. He remembers hugging his mom tightly as she led him to the table to eat lunch. What he didn’t expect was to see Navitsu, bruised up and cutted. He frantically ran to him, ignoring the bag he threw across the room. 

“Navitsu!” he called out, rushing forward. His voice cracked with a mixture of worry and confusion. “What happened? Are you okay?” His eyes darted over the cuts on Navitsu’s face, the bruise around his eye. This wasn’t the typical wear and tear from boxing practice.

But Navitsu didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he simply stared at Yoichi with an expression that was calm to the point of being unsettling. There was no panic, no sign of the usual sarcasm. He was silent, too silent. Yoichi could feel the distance between them expanding with every second that passed.

“I’m fine,” Navitsu said, the words feeling empty in the air. His voice was composed, but there was something brittle beneath the calm. “It’s just a bad match.”

Yoichi wasn’t convinced, and his concern grew stronger. “You’re not fine. This looks serious. Did something happen? Who did this to you?”

Navitsu gave him a forced smile, his eyes not meeting Yoichi’s as he waved him off. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”

Yoichi wasn’t having it. “No, this is a big deal. You’re hurt, Navi. You need to talk about it. What happened?” His voice was urgent now, and he couldn’t hide the anxiety creeping into his chest. The confusion in his mind only deepened when Navitsu remained so detached.

“Ma,” Navitsu spoke up, looking over at Iyo, who had been observing quietly. “Can I borrow Yoichi for a bit?”

Iyo smiled warmly, nodding as she looked between the two boys, sensing the quiet tension in the room but knowing her son and his best friend well enough to know that they’d figure things out. “Of course, dear. You two have fun,” she said kindly, turning to clean the table.

Yoichi followed Navitsu, the air thick with the unspoken words, the weight of whatever was happening hanging between them. When they reached Yoichi’s room, Navitsu didn’t sit on the floor or the chair, like he usually would. Instead, he took a seat on the bed, rubbing at the bruise on his eye as though the pain was the least of his concerns.

Yoichi’s heart raced as he stood at the door, unsure of what to do. “What the hell happened to you, Navi?” His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief.

Navitsu didn’t look up, his voice flat as he replied, “Just a bad match.”

Yoichi couldn’t hold back his frustration. “A bad match?” he repeated, louder this time. “This isn’t from a normal match! You’re hurt, and you’re acting like it’s nothing! Who did this to you?”

Navitsu’s tone shifted slightly—harder, colder. “Look, just get off my back,” he snapped, his voice sharp like a blade cutting through the air. “I said I’m fine.”

The words hit Yoichi harder than he expected. He froze, caught off guard by the sudden edge in Navitsu’s voice. This wasn’t the Navitsu he knew, the one who always tried to keep things light. Something was different and very wrong, and Yoichi could feel the distance growing between them. A wall was going up, brick by brick, and Yoichi didn’t know how to tear it down.

“Talk to me,” Yoichi finally said, his voice quieter now, tinged with worry. His eyes never left Navitsu, hoping that this would snap him out of whatever dark place he was in. “Please, just tell me what’s going on. I’m here for you, you know that.”

But Navitsu didn’t answer. He just shuffled on the bed, as though he was trying to ignore the tension that was building. His silence made Yoichi’s heart throb painfully in his chest, and the sense of helplessness he felt was suffocating. The friend who had always been by his side, the person who had been there through every challenge and triumph, was now somewhere far away, unreachable. And that terrified Yoichi.

“Navitsu… please.” Yoichi’s voice cracked, his throat tightening as his worry turned to frustration. “Just stop pretending like everything’s okay when it’s not. You’re hurting. I can see it.”

Navitsu let out a deep sigh, a breath that seemed to carry the weight of years of frustration, years of being ignored. He shifted on the bed again, but this time, when he spoke, his words were laced with anger, with raw emotion.

“Just quit boxing,” Yoichi blurted, not thinking through the words as they tumbled out. His eyes dropped to the ground, feeling a pang of guilt for what he had just said. “You keep hurting yourself, and I can’t keep seeing it. I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself for something that might never work out. You’re not—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Navitsu exploded, his voice loud and forceful. It was a sudden eruption of emotion, one Yoichi hadn’t expected. His words cut through Yoichi like a cold wind. “You think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t thought about what I’m doing? About what I’m risking? But you don’t get it. You never have.”

Yoichi stood there, shocked into silence, his mind racing to catch up with the torrent of words that had just been unleashed. Navitsu’s eyes were burning now, his expression one of fury and hurt. It was a look Yoichi had never seen on him before—so raw, so vulnerable, so unguarded. And it terrified him.

“Ever since we were kids, you’ve belittled what I do,” Navitsu continued, his voice thick with resentment. “It’s always been about soccer for you, Yoichi. Soccer, soccer, soccer. You never cared about anything I loved. You always dismissed it. When I wanted to try something else, you were there telling me to focus on soccer, telling me that boxing wasn’t worth it. You didn’t even care that I had my own dreams, my own ambitions. It was always about you.”

Yoichi felt a pang of guilt twist in his chest, but it was accompanied by something else—an unfamiliar sense of disbelief. This wasn’t what he had meant to do. He had always been focused on his own goals, his own struggles, but never had he realized how much it had cost him. How much it had hurt Navitsu.

Navitsu’s glare intensified as he leaned forward, his voice cutting through the silence. “You don’t even play for yourself, Yoichi. You don’t. You play because you think you have to be the best. You play because you think that if you don’t, you’ll lose everything. And maybe you will, but that’s not my problem. You only became so egoistic once you thought I was a better striker than you. You couldn’t handle it, could you?”

Yoichi’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry. He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected to be accused of being selfish, of being consumed by his own ambition. He thought he had been doing everything for the right reasons, but now, with Navitsu’s words ringing in his ears, he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

Navitsu stood up abruptly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Honestly, if anyone should quit, it’s you. You’re the one who’s only in it for the glory. I’ve never cared about being the best striker, but you—” He paused, looking at Yoichi with a mixture of pity and disgust. “You just wanted to drag me along, to make me believe that my potential meant something. Well, I’m done. I’m done pretending that you care.”

Yoichi felt a lump form in his throat, his heart thundering in his chest. He wanted to say something, to apologize, to fix things, but the words wouldn’t come. He was too shocked, too overwhelmed by the realization that he had lost his friend, that his selfishness had driven him away.

Navitsu turned away from him, his back to Yoichi now. “I don’t know if you’ll ever get it. But I’m done. I’m done being in your shadow.”

Yoichi stood there, motionless, the silence between them more deafening than any words could be. The weight of his actions pressed down on him, suffocating him. He had lost something—someone—he never thought he would. And in that moment, Yoichi realized that the greatest failure of all was not losing on the field but losing the person who mattered most to him.

Yoichi’s mind was spinning, his thoughts caught in a whirlwind of confusion and hurt. His friend, his best friend, the one person who he always felt he could rely on, was sitting in front of him, wounded and angry. Yoichi had expected a confrontation, sure, but not like this. Not this cold, this distant. He had always thought that no matter what happened, Navitsu would always understand him. After all, they had been through everything together—every little victory, every silly argument, every dream they had shared. But now, with Navitsu’s words cutting through the space between them like a razor, Yoichi felt that familiar bond slip through his fingers.

"But—" Yoichi stammered, his voice barely audible, his throat tight with emotion. This was the first time he had spoken since Navitsu’s outburst, and he felt the weight of his words heavy in the air. He tried to find his footing, to make sense of the situation, but nothing felt right. "But you got an offer, from PxG… I just… what, what happened..." His voice faltered, the sentence trailing off as he searched Navitsu’s face, hoping to find something, anything, that would explain this sudden rift.

Navitsu’s response was a slow, deliberate one, and every word made Yoichi feel like he was being pushed further and further away. "If I want to play soccer, I will play soccer. This shouldn’t even be a decision you make, it’s mine. I won’t quit, but I’ll start taking boxing more seriously."

Navitsu’s tone was clipped, almost cold. His eyes glared at the bruise on his bicep, a reminder of the match he had just lost. Yoichi watched him as he traced the injury with his fingers, his expression hardening even further. It was as though the boy before him wasn’t the same one he had laughed with, the one he had shared his most intimate dreams with. The Navitsu he knew was fading, replaced by someone Yoichi couldn’t quite reach.

Yoichi’s chest tightened painfully, his breath catching in his throat as the reality of the situation began to settle in. The anger in Navitsu’s words, the coldness, the resentment, it all felt like a slap to the face. How could Navitsu—his best friend, the one who had always been by his side, who understood him better than anyone—misunderstand him so badly? How did it come to this?

"I never pressured you," Yoichi whispered, the words escaping before he could stop them. His voice trembled, his gaze falling to the floor. "I never wanted you to give up anything… I just… I just wanted us to be close. I wanted us to share everything, together. I thought you understood that…"

The pain of those words, so raw and vulnerable, sank into Yoichi’s heart like a heavy weight. He couldn’t understand why Navitsu didn’t see that. He had always been there, supporting him, standing by him through thick and thin, and yet now, when he needed that same support, it felt like Navitsu was slipping away, refusing to hold on to their shared dreams. It felt like he was losing him, and he couldn’t bear it. Not after everything they had been through together.

A sudden thought hit Yoichi, so overwhelming that it took his breath away. He closed his eyes, trying to hold it together. Please be a nightmare, he thought bitterly, his heart aching with the weight of his realization. That Navitsu still loved me as much as I loved him, that it was just a joke, that everything would go back to normal. That we’d be together forever, playing, dreaming together.

His tears finally spilled over, staining his cheeks. They weren’t just from frustration or anger anymore. They were from the feeling of helplessness, of being so close to losing someone he had always considered his constant, his anchor. And now, with every word Navitsu spoke, that anchor was slipping further out of his reach.

"Do you want me to quit soccer?" Yoichi asked, his voice breaking as he took a step forward. His hands clenched at his sides, his mind racing with the desperate need for validation, for reassurance, anything that would keep him from drowning in this sea of confusion. "I-I can start boxing, and and, and I can be better!" His words came out in a rush, as if the more he spoke, the more he could avoid the painful truth that was staring him in the face.

But Navitsu’s reaction was one that Yoichi hadn’t anticipated. His eyes widened in disbelief, a flicker of genuine confusion flashing across his face as he looked at Yoichi. "What is wrong with you?" he whispered, his voice quieter now, but laced with an intensity that was even more frightening. "What the hell do you even play for?"

The question hung in the air, and Yoichi felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. He wasn’t sure how to answer, how to respond. He had always known why he played soccer—it was his dream, his passion, the one thing he had always poured his heart into. But now, with Navitsu’s sharp question cutting through him, he realized that there was more to it than just soccer. It was about connection, about shared moments, about the bond they had. And somewhere along the way, that bond had become tangled, suffocating, twisted into something unrecognizable.

"I play because I want to be the best," Yoichi murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes locked on Navitsu’s, searching for understanding, for forgiveness. But at that moment, he couldn’t find either. "I play because I want to prove something to myself, and to you, to everyone. But I also play because it’s the only thing that feels like it’s mine. And I thought, I thought maybe we could do this together, maybe you and I could both chase our dreams, no matter what."

But Navitsu’s expression had already hardened. His anger was bubbling just below the surface, a reflection of the pain he was hiding so carefully. "I don’t need you to prove anything to me, Yoichi," he said, his words almost harsh, though there was a hint of vulnerability buried deep within them. "I need you to see me for who I am, not just as your friend, but as someone who’s trying to find his own path. Just because we’ve been together since we were kids doesn’t mean we have to share everything, Yoichi. I can’t keep living in your shadow. I can’t keep being second to your dreams."

The words stung more than Yoichi cared to admit. They felt like a betrayal, a sign that maybe Navitsu hadn’t been as invested in their friendship as Yoichi had thought. But he couldn’t say that—not now, not when he was already losing him.

"You don’t have to be second to anything," Yoichi said, his voice breaking with emotion. "You’re not second to me, Navi. You’re everything to me. You always have been. You just… you just don’t see it."

Navitsu was silent for a long moment. His eyes softened, but the anger was still there, lingering beneath the surface. "Maybe I don’t," he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible. "But I’m tired of being caught between you and your soccer dreams, Yoichi. I’m tired of being the one who’s always left behind. I need something that’s mine. I need to be something more than just ‘Yoichi’s friend’."

Yoichi felt his chest tighten, his heart squeezing painfully as he realized the depth of what Navitsu was saying. This wasn’t just about soccer. This was about identity, about independence, about growing apart. Navitsu was trying to find himself, and in the process, Yoichi had been blind to his struggles, his need for space. And now, with every word, it was becoming clearer just how much damage Yoichi had done without even realizing it.

"I didn’t mean to make you feel like that," Yoichi whispered, his voice hoarse. "I didn’t mean to take away your dreams. I just… I just wanted us to share this. I thought that if we could both make it, we’d be unstoppable. But I was wrong. I didn’t see you. I didn’t see what you needed."

Navitsu’s expression softened, just for a moment, but it was enough to make Yoichi’s heart ache even more. "Maybe we need to stop trying to be what the other person wants us to be," Navitsu said softly. "Maybe we need to find our own way, apart from each other. I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t want to lose myself either."

Yoichi’s eyes brimmed with tears again, but this time, they weren’t just from frustration or anger. They were from the realization that this was it. The bond they had wasn’t broken, but it was never there in the first place.

"I don’t know what to do," Yoichi whispered, feeling lost and adrift in a sea of emotions. "I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t want to lose you, Navi."

Navitsu stood up, slowly, his eyes flickering with a mix of sadness and determination. "I don’t want to lose you either, Yoichi. But sometimes, we have to let go in order to grow. And right now, I need to grow. I need to find out who I am, without you."

……

“You’re distracted again.” Kaiser’s voice cut his memories short.

Isagi slowly looked up at the striker, unwilling to show his annoyance. “Shut up, shitty rose,” he mused.

This is chapter 3

1, 2, <- 3 -> 4

[thxnks4themrms]

Mayhem fans are so fucking annoying like they’re basically the Taylor swift fans of metal

First of all they need to take a shower, second they practically worship the band as if it’s the best thing to ever exist WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY MORE BM BANDS THAT ARE LIKE 100% BETTER

[mom0cat]

tsams dragon au

using dragon types from this post of mine

Sun: Avian Moon: Wetlands Eclipse: Wetlands, multiple avian traits like the feather crest tho, added to his dysphoria hella when first manifested Lunar: Particularly runty wetlands (around 5'3" at the shoulder) Bloodmoon: Savanna, two heads are better than one :) KC: Forest Solar Flare: Forest Earth: Taiga Solar: Wetlands with avian traits Ruin: Avian with heavy wetlands traits, hat covers his patchy head crest jthwcsjdh Jack: Savanna Nexus: Forest with sparse plating, real fucked up from the nsp Monty: Forest Foxy: Savanna Puppet: Wetlands

tsbs dragons are an artificially designed species, they "hatch" fully physically mature

For ai, bc theres not ai in organic creatures: artificially trained souls and spirits, theyre not a common choice, sure all dragons have something, but due to the expensive and difficult process, "made to order" souls are something only huge corporations can afford reliably, a smaller company might have a dragon on staff, but itd be a generic grown dragon with minimal "preprogrammed" knowledge and personality varies

Fazbear, ofc, has the money for these "designer" dragons that have a preset base personality, and The Creator was experimenting with "programs" for the souls, KC was one such experiment, originally just a little ball of soul energy latched onto Moon's soul, it grew into its own spirit like a pearl Eclipse was similarly grown from leftover soul energy, a chunk of the killcode orb and some lingering Moon energy, BM and Lunar were sprigs from Eclipse

Solar Flare and Jack were both taken out of incubation a little early, a commonly used (but falling out of practice) technique to stop a full consciousness from developing properly, the process is temperamental at best tho and might just result in a delay, it was done properly for SF tho obviously not completely, Jack was taken out a bit to early tho and it made him a little wonky at first, and stunted his growth a bit, but he's doing good

Backups are a thing! Kinda, theyre basically a marked vessel for a spirit to use if something happens, usually not living things, but yk, it happens, Eclipse v1 just hopped into BM after being banished. As with all magic it can be fickle and temperamental, pieces can get lost, things can get changed in the transfer, which along with the sheer amount of magic and magical skill makes it an unappealing process for all but the incredibly desperate

[ixhika-jsx]

Across my day today~🐇🎐- ixhika.co

29th of may 2024 :))

Pretty rushed type day I would say....nothing was in pace but ok I liked it..!

Thank you God and universe xoxo (politely)

Academics:❕️🎱

Nothing much....had a mathematics test of trigonometry but I did good ig even though I solved just 1 or 2 questions...¿

Academically we are not very best tho as of backlogs ;(

12 lecture backlog of physics and chemistry

We are on track in mathematics execpt BM chapter

Extracurricular: 🎲❕️

- my entry for debate competition is accepted even though seats were full...wohooo¿ :)) [just the entry tho....less sew what we get tommorow]

- almost died -completing editing part of vlog for vlog making competition and struggled managing time limit

- denied for the modelling opportunity....I am stressed rn to accept any of that

Self-improvement: 🎳 ❕️

- bought two self help books: 'master your success' and 'your brain is listening' from library

- self awareness of my responsibilities

- practiced peace in stressful events

Health and hygiene: 🛁🪧

- shaved facial hair today

# need to buy a new hair conditioner

- Didn't workout ❌️ (I have to start from tommorow shizzz i was too busy yesterday)

- had banana shake in the morning and then candies in the evening and fried rice for dinner along with a chocolate pastry

Extras and improvements for tomorrow: 📌🀄

- bought a new text liner of 45 (shits expensive well that's what I deserve right¿ all the expensive things of earth ;) )

- removed lakshdeep from my frnds list of sc obvi for following me around yesterday along with heyaan

- ppl in my coaching actually became friendly and less stiff.....ty

#need to attend backlog lectures and start with new chapter of physics

#less procrastination,more work

#workout and stretch

#edit in the clips of vlog

# watch new Wiz Liz video

That's it for today ! It's 12:05 AM rn in my area-! And I am damn tired also need to write the left over 'against the motion' of debate the next morning cuzz I am too tired to do anything else rn....

Signing off at 12:12 AM

[knives-and-narcissi]

just wanted to quickly say the biggest ty for tfylim 😭💙 literally so starved out here for cgis content I reread it every week and it still just hits me right in the feels everytime!! you portrayed cgis so so well oml 😭 I would love to hear any headcanons for their relationship post fic if u have any!!

Aww omg Anon you are SO WELCOME, honestly to hear from anyone who enjoys this ship means so much to me 🥹 I’m so happy that you enjoyed it enough to reread, ahh!!

I have so so many thoughts about them post TFYLiM honestly — I had planned to write a bunch of follow up one-shots portraying their journey together through the rest of Blue Lock after this, but I got completely consumed by a new manga accidentally (actually because of the lead character sharing the same anime English dub VA as Chigiri 🤦🏼‍♀️) and have just not had the time to get back to it.

But anyway, let me shut up rambling and share my actual thoughts:

In my head, they never really fully address what happened between them during the break, but it becomes this sort of, typical, ‘okay we both know we really like each other but we are awkward and aren’t exactly sure how to discuss feelings at length and anyway, FOOTBALL!!!’ So it’s sort of like this undercurrent of romantic tension between them both which everyone else is maybe vaguely aware of to varying degrees. For example, Bachira in my head totally knows what’s up, and Kaiser absolutely picks up on it during BM’s match with Manshine and immediately latches on to using Chigiri as a means to wind Isagi up further, which works especially well when Isagi himself is still trying to figure out how to approach his feelings for Chigiri.

Due to the setup of the NEL, they rarely get opportunities to be alone, especially where there are no cameras, but I absolutely think there would be moments in between matches where they manage to snatch time together and the competitive and romantic tension spills over yet again and they maybe have some rushed kissing or awkward fumbles, but there’s never the time or privacy to really talk about it properly.

And in my head, this is how they would continue even into their later professional careers, where it almost settles into this unspoken contract of, football comes first, but god if I was ever going to admit to loving anyone, it would be you.

They snatch time together when they happen to be in the same cities, or for BlueLock reunions, and by this point everyone kinda knows but it’s never mentioned or acknowledged until one day finally, one of them has the courage to ask what are we doing, and the answer for them both is the same: I love you equally as much as I love football, and that actually makes them the perfect match for one another, because it means that the boundaries and the priorities in their lives are clear. I can actually never imagine Chigiri asking Isagi to choose him over his football career, and vis versa, and I think that’s why they really are soulmates. They share a passion which actually is organically their passion, not because of some childhood trauma or because they’re chasing recognition from family members or to distance themselves from family or because another area of their life is lacking or any other secondary reason.

They are just both in love with the game for the sake of playing the game.

That got kinda out of hand but I start talking about them and I can’t stop 🥹 I don’t think BlueLock is really about ships at all (despite the creators teasing us constantly with innuendos and heartfelt moments which could be taken that way) but I do think, realistically speaking, if any two characters had the best basis to be thought of as soulmates, it would Chigiri and Isagi 🥹

This already got so long but since it’s been a good while since I got to yell about these two, here’s a couple of random bits pulled from WIPs for them (can’t remember if I’ve shared these before tho).

Set post BM & Manshine match:

Chigiri and Isagi stealing a moment to practice together in one of the outdoor pitches on the complex, late in the evening, and things naturally become heated, and they’re taken back to their intimate time together during the break: