#hyoma chigiri fanfiction

[infernalodie]

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐇𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢

“𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦“

Inspo: ZAYN - Tonight

Pairing: Male!reader x Hyoma Chigiri

Summary: Tonight, you needed him...

Warnings: Character’s aged up, hand job, pet name use, praise kink, and spit kink.

Words: 1377

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Y-Y/n! Hold on a sec-” Chigiri whimpered, feeling one of your large hands clamp over his mouth. His body quivered as your hand slowly stroked his cock, having edged him for around an hour. Everyone in the dorm was passed out and in the middle of the night, you had moved your guys’ sleeping bags far enough that the others couldn’t see and completely hear Chigiri turn into a complete mess.

Being here to compete to become the best striker in football had been your goal, along with your boyfriend. But you were fine if you didn’t make it to the big leagues or ever could play the sport competitively. Before you ever got into the sport, basketball was where you started and where Chigiri first met you. Walking in on you in the changing rooms where a first meeting had quickly evolved into love bites to cover both of your guy’s bodies. So you were ok with losing as long as you could push Chigiri to the heights he wished to achieve. That didn’t stop you from making him a flustered mess in front of your teammates that weren't afraid of teasing. Although he may see it as torture, you just made it apparent as to who he belonged to.

Tonight though, you wanted to finally have some fun after some pent-up frustration from the admission trial yesterday. So, here you were, Chigiri between your legs with your hands down his sweatpants and stroking his small cock. Grinning at every little noise he made as he squirmed, hoping to find the blessed release he knew you were stealing from him.

You rested your chin on his shoulder, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as your hand expertly worked him closer to the edge. Thumb softly brushed across his reddened tip, teasing him. A shaky whine fell from his lips as he let his head roll back into your shoulder. Turning just enough to lay gentle kisses along your neck. Hoping it would display just how much he needed you.

“But why should I wait, sweetheart? Don’t you want to cum?” You inquired softly, lips grazing along his jaw. Lips twitched into a grin when he moaned at the roll of your wrist. “You have to tell me what you want, Chigiri. Use your words, baby.”

“P-Please, Y/n. It hurts!” Chigiri whined, hips snapping up to create the growing tension in his stomach. An inkling of the release he was on the brink of tears to have.

A smile tugged at your lips as you sped up your strokes, causing the red-haired boy to gasp. Both his hands grabbed ahold of your large forearm, nails digging into the smooth fabric of your shirt. “Y-Yes. O-Oh-!” His body tensed with his hips stilling for a moment before you saw white strings cover the back of your hand. His hips thrust with abandonment to prolong the sweet orgasm that blinded his senses. Moans tumbled from between his lips and likely waking someone up from their sleep. But you knew that Chigiri didn’t care enough. Not when you treated him so softly like this. Hand softly holding his slowly softening cock and stroking him slowly. Helping him down from the high left him a panting and whimpering mess.

When he finally came down from the high, you were slowly pushing the hem of his pants down. Once he got the reigns of his mind under control, he was helping you push his pants off. Tossing them to the side with him turning around in the sleeping bag and pulling yours off as well. The urgency in his actions was amusing to see. But you couldn’t blame him when he’s only gotten to feel your hard cock on his ass for an hour. Taunting him and practically begging to be inside him.

“Someone’s eager to play,” you teased, watching your boyfriend pull your pants off along with your boxers. “You gonna ride me, baby? Gonna show me who’s the boss?”

Chigiri knew you were trying to make him a flustered and shy mess. It worked, truthfully. There wasn’t a single time that Chigiri had the capability to be dominant during sex or to even take control of the situation. Whenever he did, you would whisper his name with that stupid grin of yours. Moaning softly in his ear and praising him for taking your cock so well. Something about it just made him more flustered to the point he was hiding his face in your shoulder and letting you do the rest.

It was adorable, to say the least.

And of course, Chigiri was blushing madly. His cheeks were almost the same tone as his hair. “I wanna make you feel good.” He straddled your waist, his cock rubbing against yours, which was enough to make you hum softly. “I can’t do that when you tease me.”

“Oh, but I don’t tease, sweetheart.” You reached up, brushing a strand of his hair behind his ear with a soft smile. “I only speak truthfully. C’mere.”

He leaned into you, softly pressing his lips against yours which was welcoming. The kiss was soft and sensual with your tongue dancing with his. Meanwhile, your hands softly grabbed his ass and lifted him just enough to align your cock with his quivering entrance. And slowly, you lowered him until you felt your cock slip inside.

A groan from you broke the kiss as Chigiri let out a shaky exhale. His head rolled back as he bottomed out. Your eyes were already heavy as you lifted the hem of his shirt to see the faintest evidence of a bulge in his stomach. And as Chigiri began to rock his hips, the bulge became more apparent.

Your thumbs ran over the bump with your eyes focusing on your boyfriend above you. He moaned softly, hands resting on your shoulders as you softly pressed against the bulge. It made Chigiri’s eyes shoot wide with his attention snapping down to you. Finding your lips tugged into a wolfish grin of amusement.

“Look at you, baby girl. Riding me so well.” Chigiri couldn’t help the approval to egg him on to speed up. Beginning to bounce on your cock harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping together growing in volume as well as the moans that danced between the two of you. A sharp grunt escaped your lips as Chigiri’s long nails scratched your shoulders. Leaving a red trail to remind you of your amazing boyfriend.

But for the first time ever, Chigiri grabbed you by the jaw, causing you to inhale sharply. The boy’s cheeks were flushed, his fingers pressing down on your cheeks and causing your lips to part. He took the opportunity and let a string of spit drop down onto your tongue. Although it was new, you welcomed it. The sight alone is enough to bring you closer to your climax as he forced your mouth shut, which you swallowed.

“Good boy.” The new-found title made you moan, hands gripping tighter around Chigiri’s ass as you thrust upwards.

Chigiri’s eyes rolled back, one of his hands falling to his cock where he began to stroke himself. You gritted your teeth, resting your forehead against the center of his chest. Feeling that all-too-familiar tension in your stomach, along with the euphoria.

And when the release finally arrived, your entire body shook. Hips snapped up in sudden thrusts as Chigiri soon found his second release after. White strings covered your stomach as he savoured the fullness you gifted him.

You two sat there for a few moments, getting control of your breathing. Soon enough, you were leaning against the wall behind you and looking up at your boyfriend. He was panting, running a hand through his hair with beads of sweat running down his body. When he caught your gaze, he smiled shyly.

It made you smile softly at him. “Don’t be getting all shy with me. Not after what you did.”

“Did you like it?” Chigiri inquired softly, leaning towards you with his arms curling around your neck.

“Did I like it?” You repeated with a laugh, hands grasping his face gently with a large grin on your lips. “I fucking loved it.”

[bachissidehoe]

Blue Lock Men & Your First Time

featuring: Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Reo, Rin

“I- before we go further I- just want to tell you it’s my first time…I definitely want to, I just thought you should know…”

Isagi: he smiles softly, pulling your shaky, nervous body into a soft, tender kiss. He goes slower than he normally would, his tip dancing against your tight little hole, pressing into you just centimeters at a time, ensuring your comfort the entire way. As soon as his entire cock plunges inside you, you gasp, letting out a moan from the unexpected pleasure. But as soon as Isagi gets a hint that you’re enjoying yourself, his switch flips, and his tender attitude washes away as he thrusts deep into you.

Bachira: he can’t hide his devilish smile, that little demonic look in his eyes. He can’t help it, to have that power over you is exciting. “Don’t worry pretty girl, might hurt a little at first but I’ll take care of ya.” He slides a finger inside you, then a second, playing around with your obvious arousal, scissoring his fingers to work on stretching you out. “Y’can take me. Promise. You’ll love it.” He smirks, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. He pushes it into you, attaching his lips to yours to drink up all your whimpers and winces from the pain. He can’t help it turns him on to see you just a little in pain, he can’t help that it makes him push harder and faster.

Chigiri: he’s surprised to hear that it’s your first time, you’re always so flirty and forward he expected you’d at least have a little experience. Regardless, he’s honored to be in this position, and makes sure you know that. “Why don’t you get on top and slide down, you know, gravity’ll do the work.” He suggests. “Lucky I have this hm.” He pulls out a bottle of lube, lathering it onto his perky cock and stuffing some of the gel into your pretty pussy. He holds your hips as you hover your hole over him, slowly sliding down. The lube makes it much easier, with you bottoming out in no time. “See look at you, fuck~ you’re so damn good at this. A natural. That’s it~” he praises.

Nagi: this is even better for him, he can just lay back lazily and let you ride his thick cock however you please. “You wanna just sit on it?” He asks, sharp pains radiating through your lower half as you sit halfway on his gorgeous, pulsing shaft. “Don’t worry ‘bout moving.” He loves the pleasure just from the tease, you slowly getting used to his size is like heaven for the snowy-haired boy. He’d let you sit on his cock all day, twitching inside your pretty cunt as the pain slowly washes away.

Reo: he smiles kindly, a plan instantly coming to mind. “Wow beautiful, and you trust me with this? Let me make you feel good first, it’ll make it easier to take, trust me.” He dips his head between your soft thighs, licking up your wetness and lapping circles around your throbbing clit. You can’t help but grab at his hair, the sensation of his perfect tongue sliding against your tight, wet pussy. In almost no time you find yourself releasing, cum soaking his eager tongue. Reo fucks you as you come down from your high, the pain of your first time nonexistent after he took care of you so damn good.

Rin: he tilts his head to the side. “You sure you want it to be me?” He asks. You nod eagerly, encouraging him to continue sucking dark hickeys into your neck, down to your tits, on your inner thighs. He loves how you whine for him, he can’t help but love it even more when there’s a bit of pain involved. He tries to go slow but he just can’t help it, your pretty little pussy takes him in too well. He loves how you dig your nails into his chest as you instinctually push against him, he loves how your whimpers echo in every corner of the room. He loves holding you close and telling you “just a little more, you can take it.”

[skullvgirl]

flirty!chigiri ིྀheadcannons | PART ONE

—w/: pretty boy chigiri chwaannn ≧▽≦

—warnings: school!au, fluff, ooc, fem reader

-— author's notes: why did this littlerally take me forever to make wtf

[ YOU ARE HERE] -> PART ONE | PART TWO

—flirty!chigiri who plays with your hair innocently, twirling the strands around his fingers, and batting his eyelashes (that btw are long assffff) to get your attention

—flirty!chigiri that likes linking arms in the hallways, always brushing your questions off with a "but its so crowded i dont wanna lose you" or "whats the problem? you dont wanna touch me or something?"

—flirty!chigiri who you cant tell if hes serious or not when you insist that touching isnt the problem but rather—"people are going to think we're dating..." "so?"

—flirty!chigiri who always sits as close to you as possible, who gets pouty when someone else bests himself to the seats next to you in the cafeteria

—flirty!chigiri who lingers for you, always waiting for you to finished packing your things in your bag, even waiting when a teacher calls you to stay and talk afterclass, knowing he doesn't have a pass but is willing to be late just so he can be the only one to walk either you in the hallways

—flirty!chigiri who rushes for you, who is the first to his next class because he knows you're in it, who cringes, imagining how wide he must smile when he's sees you

—flirty!chigiri who likes harshly running his finger down your spine to see you jolt and yelp in surprise, who gigles cutely when you tell him not to do that again

—flirtychigiri who tries his best not to stare because he knows it makes you nervous, you said it makes you nervous but he seriously can't help himself when it comes to you, looking you up and down from across the room (assigned seats are really a pain) and stretching his face muscles into a cat-like grin that makes butteflys errupt in your stomach

—flirtychigiri who always finds a way to hold you, casually wrapping his arms around your waist or pressing a fleeting kiss into your neck too see you sputter and blush

—flirty!chigiri who takes the initiative of making you hangout together outside of school, always inviting you everywhere, who is willing to meet your parents if their strict, offering to drive you everywhere if they don't want to

—flirty!chigiri who one day takes you out for dinner, picking you up right at your house, who can't take his eyes off you when you walk up too the car shyly

—flirty!chigiri who just like always locks arms with you when you walk into the restaurant, always finding a hand on your waist to let it be known to everyone in the room 'this girl is mine'

—flirty!chigiri who offhandedly makes dirty jokes when the waiter comes around because he likes the sort of 'oh!' look they get on there face

—flirty!chigiri who doesn't break eye contact when he's talking too you because he likes too see you squirn likes giving you his full attention when you speak to him, and your face card never declined anyways so its a bonus

—flirty!chigiri who cuts you off mid sentence—"like seriously I was so lost an—" he slides his hands over your waist and maybe a little too close too your ass, pressing his warms lips—then tounge into your equally warm ones. he pulls away all too quickly. "sorry I just—you looked so beautiful" you're speechless when he laughs "come on, continue your story yn, you were at the part when you were lost right?"

—flirty!chigiri who teasingly doesn't do anything for the rest of the night, hardly getting near you before your time is up, grinning at your obvious sulking

—flirty!chigiri who unashamedly gives you a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth, a fake to what you thought he was going to do, a small goodbye and thank you for the amazing night

—flirty!chigiri who realises the next morning he never officially asked you to be his girlfriend

—flirty!chigiri who as soon as he sees you at school, does just that, and surprise, surprise, you say yes ᡣ𐭩

-—author notes: could you tell who i was thinking about while writing this, probably not, anyway hope u enjoyed i really had alot of fun writing this so i hope u gad just as much fun reading, ill see u guys later tho, bye bye ◡̈

[satrs]

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩é! // PART 2 Part 1

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑é 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎m!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Nagi Seishiro. Bachira Meguru. Chigiri Hyoma.

Tags; !NSFW CONTENT! cringey porn tropes. Dirty talk. STEPCEST. unprotected sex. porn without plot. pussyjob. handjob. creampie. nicknames (Nii-chan, sis, sweet girl).

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 0.7k

  ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 18+!

NAGI SEISHIRO

Nagi's mind was clouded in lust, laying on his bed with his cock heavy in hand, still having the view of you in the shower, water gliding down along your naked body, down the crack of your ass.

You didn't notice him spying- it was out of pure accident, really! You were just too silly to lock the door, your clueless step brother walking right into the devil's nest.

He moved his hand tightly along his length, softly moaning out your name over and over again, imagining it was your tight pussy around him, milking him dry of every last bit of his-

"What are you doing, Nii-san?"

He was in a daze, lust taking over his concious mind, letting his thoughts be spoken out loud, "Can you help me, sis?"

"Nii-sannn! Your're so deep! It's too much, too much!", you mewled over and over again, your nii-san pistoning his hips into you at a hard pase, chasing his release.

With one more thurst, you came, milking him with your tight cunt, causing him to follow you right after.

After pulling out and looking at the mess between your legs, cum leaking out of your now sensitive hole, his dick twitched back to life.

You noticed it, pulling him in for a deep and lustful kiss, emplying that you still weren't done with him- wanting more.

"I didn't know you were so naughty, nii-san."

BACHIRA MEGURU

As he and Isagi played in his room, he couldn't stop thinking about you, those flimsy shorts of yours, and that top, doing a terrible job at covering up your breasts.

His pants felt like they were going to explode, cock aching to be inside of your tight, wet heat.

He excused himself, telling his friend he would go to the bathroom, but sneakily walking to were your room was located instead.

Small creak to look into your room, you layed on your belly, ass up, he overheared you on the phone talking to someone who seemed to be your friend.

"I'm telling you! He is here right now in my brothers room! Urgh, I wish he would just dick me down right now..."

He thought he didn't hear you correctly, mind almost breaking into two out of joy. Bachira was quick to step into your room, closing the door behind him.

You jumped in surprise as felt the impact of his hand on your ass, turning your head to see him standing right next to you.

You couldn't utter a word, to stunned to see your crush right next to you. "I'll dick you down as you wish, sweet girl."

You mewled into your pillow as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your aching clit over and over again, clenching your thighs together.

"Shhh, baby. Gotta' do this quick and quiet, alright?"

CHIGIRI HYOMA

He really needed a good massage after his game, legs aching in pain.

When he stepped into the treatment room, making himself comfortable by laying on his back on the massage table.

When he saw you step into the room, he had to quickly retreat his hand over his growing bulge, afraid you might see.

But you were of course no idot. Since he was completely bare before you, only a towel wrapped loosely around his hip to hide his clearly visible erected length, you decided to help him calm down, ease the tension all over his body.

He is your patient afterall.

You covered your hand in the massage oil, hand firmly kneading his leg, causing the young man to sigh in relief. As you felt him relax more and more into your touch, you also moved your hand closer and closer to the edge of his towel.

You swiftly pulled it away, causing the man to yelp in surprise, quick to cover up his throbbing length from your eyes, only to be stopped by your hand.

"I'll deal with it, sir." you calmed him down, hand reaching for his cock, aching for your touch,

He was quick to comply, his pleased sighs soon turning into louder groans, followed by moans and whimpers, as you moved your hand over his cock with such skill, thumb brushing over the slit attached to his tip, causing him to let out a loud mewl.

"Just relax."

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[nerdiel-has-no-braincells]

BLLK Boys As Dads

How I imagine them as dads ft. Isagi, Nagi, Chigiri, & Rin. Reader is fem/gn due to giving birth. All characters are adults.

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Isagi

When your child was born, Isagi was incredibly nervous holding the baby for the first time, scared he was going to drop him/her

Once he got the hang of holding them, he refused to give them back. That’s his baby

Literally the cutest and biggest smile on his face when he’s holding his baby

Stays at the hospital except to go to practice. If he has to go out of the country for games, he video chats with you to see you and your son/daughter

Has taken a million pictures and shows off your new baby to his teammates. They’re sick of it to be honest, especially Rin.

Once you come home, he lets you rest while you’re healing and takes care of the baby. Poor guy tells you to go back to sleep when the baby wakes up.

“Ichi, you have practice in a couple of hours. You need to sleep. I’ll get her/him so you can rest.” “(Y/N), you’re still healing after giving birth. I got it.” Kisses your forehead and ignores your pleas to come back to bed and sleep.

Poor guy almost passes out during practice

While your child grows, you bring them to games in the country while you’re both wearing Isagi’s jersey

His heart absolutely melts seeing you both in the crowd and plays better than he ever had

Once the game is over, he runs straight to you, giving you a sweaty hug

Your son/daughter immediately hugs Isagi while he’s holding them.

“Daddy you were so cool!!”

If Isagi was ice, he’d have melted completely

During times where he has to tell your child “no” and is told “I hate you daddy!” he absolutely is crushed

This poor man’s soul is leaving his body as he replays those words. Breaks down crying

“Yoichi it’s ok. She/he doesn’t actually hate you. They’re just upset and don’t know how to control their emotions.”

The only way to stop his crying is your child hugging him and apologizing. Tells him they love him

His lockscreen is of you and your child. He looks at it when he’s feeling dejected or frustrated to help cheer him up

Is there for some milestones. He was there when your child said their first word and their first steps. Your child took their first step the day Isagi came home from overseas.

They were standing against the coffee table and as soon as they saw Isagi come into the living room, they began walking to him. Fell halfway through and cried out of frustration

Isagi dropped his bag and scooped up your child while crying because he was able to witness such an important milestone

Once your child grows, they want to learn football to be like their dad and Isagi is more than happy to teach

Goes to as many games as he can when he’s not busy with his own games, but when he’s away for a game, he has you record it so he can watch it

Once again annoys his teammates with videos of their playing. Please help them

Nagi

He may not appear like he’s freaking out while you give birth, but he’s freaking out

Cries once your baby is born he’s so happy

Is also nervous holding your baby. He’s never held a baby much less been around one often

After being told how to hold them, you literally see the sparkles in his eyes as he lovingly looks down at your baby

Cries again

Will lay in bed with you while you’re feeding your baby just so he can be close

He’ll lovingly rub his finger on your baby’s head, commenting how soft they are and how much he loves you both

As soon as you come home, you both take turns getting up to feed and change the baby. Most likely than not, he will get up so you can rest and not over exert yourself since you’re still healing

When he comes home from practice, he immediately goes to your baby

You have plenty of pictures on your phone of Nagi sleeping with your baby napping on his chest, a hand holding them in place ❤️

He’s there for a couple of the milestones like first word and crawling, but he misses the first step, etc.

When you send him a video of the milestones he’s missed while he’s overseas, he’ll end up pouting and become grumpy, which he ends up taking it out during practice Please help Reo

While he’s gaming, your baby will be in his lap at all times

As your child grows, they want to play games with Nagi. Since they’re too little to play the games he has, he gives them a controller that isn’t plugged in or is dead and needs to be recharged

Nagi LOVES family naps. He’s going to nap? You and your child are coming with

Usually you’re still awake, watching the two of them sleep. Your child in between you and Nagi’s arm around your waist

Your child and Nagi look so much alike since they share his hair color and droopy eyes, but with your eye color.

Constantly sends pictures of you and your child to Reo. Reo is sick of him but not really because he’s so happy his bestie is happy

Of course you go to every one of Nagi’s games no matter if it’s overseas or at home

You both wear his jersey and cheer him on

Nagi may look indifferent to others, but if you knew him like his teammates do, you can see the sparkle in his eyes and the red tint on the tip of his ears as he sees you both in the stands

Plays better than he ever has. The coach literally begs you both to be there since you motivate Nagi to play his best

After games, he meets you in the stands and kisses you both on the head

After Nagi showers and meets up with you to go back home/to your hotel room, he carries your child on his shoulders, holding tight with one hand to keep them safe. His free hand is intertwined with yours

Unlike his parents, Nagi and you raise your child with a hands-on approach

Nagi is usually a sucker when it comes to his child, but during the times he has to be stern and his child says they hate him, he becomes dejected

Not even games can save him, the poor guy. Just sits there with YOU LOSE on his phone

Can only recover when your child apologizes and asks to play games with him

Once your child is old enough, they ask Nagi and Uncle Reo to teach them football

Reo teaches them the basics only to find that being a genius runs in the family. He’s really sick of this family

Reo always comes over after practice to help practice with your child because Nagi is too lazy tired after practice, but once he watches them play, he wants to join

Just like Isagi, he goes to every game he can, and when he’s away, he has you record the games for him to watch

Your child’s genius in football just grows

This child develops his father’s height and grows too fast as times goes by. You’re also sick of this family

Chigiri

Would honestly be calm during childbirth, helping to remind you breathe

Since he has an older sister, he knows that this is a time when you’re vulnerable so he compliments you and tells you how good you’re doing while peppering you with kisses

Once your child is born, he’s so excited to hold them. Literally hovers while the nurses are cleaning, measuring, weighing, etc. with his child

When the time came to hold your baby, his eyes shined with absolute adoration. Would have the biggest smile on his face as he looks at you

“Look (Y/N)! He/she has my hair! I hope he/she has your eyes.” Your chest swells with so much love that you start crying. Damn hormones going out of control

Chigiri is a very hands-on father, helping you when it came to feeding, diaper changing, naps, etc.

Absolutely adores his child

Constantly thanks you for bringing your child to this world. Tells you he loves you both all the time

During the time of the night when it’s Chigiri’s turn to wake up with your baby (You alternate between wake up times but sometimes Chigiri lets you sleep), he’ll lay down on the bed with your child on his chest after feeding and changing them and will fall asleep once his child sleeps

Let me tell you it’s a sight to wake up to, you can’t handle the cuteness. You take so many pictures

Once your baby’s eye color change, Chigiri is so happy that they share your eye color (a/n mine are blue-grey and the image is just too cute)

Literally made a onesie that has his team’s colors and his jersey number for your child to wear

Like with Isagi, you go to every one of Chigiri’s at home games. Seeing you both in the stands wearing his jersey fills him with so much love he runs faster than ever before, scoring the most goals

Once he wins the game, he dashes over to you, giving you a kiss and holding his child up while saying “Did you see (c/n)? Daddy’s team won!”

Your child just squeals with glee and for the first time says “Dada”

Let me tell you Chigiri starts weeping

Runs to his teammates with your child in his arms to tell them that your child said their first word

Unlike Nagi and Isagi, Chigiri doesn’t constantly show pictures of his child, but his lockscreen picture is of the three of you, Chigiri kissing the side of your head while he hugs you from behind, you smiling with blush powdering your cheeks, and your child with the biggest smile on their face His heart leaps with joy every time he sees it and he stares at his lockscreen ALL THE TIME

His teammates are earnestly interested in your baby’s progress as they grow

He’s there for ALL of the milestones after your child said their first word to him. He refuses to miss any of them

As your child grows, they resemble Chigiri more and more which means they got his beauty

Chigiri makes sure he does your child’s hair care (Not that he doesn’t trust you to, but because he loves doing it)

He also loves putting their hair up in different styles

Just like Chigiri, your child wants to grow their hair out and play football to be more like their dad

Literally his #1 fan, you’ve been bumped to 2nd

Chigiri is there for every game 👏🏻👏🏻 Literally argues with his coach to make sure he goes to the games since he doesn’t want to miss it. Sometimes the coach calls you crying and you have to force Chigiri to leave immediately after the game is over

“Hyoma, you HAVE to go. You can’t keep arriving late just to watch (c/n)‘s games. I can send you videos!” “It’s not the same (y/n)! I get my plays when you come to mine so I have to come.”

Honestly he makes a lot of sense

Will still pull the same crap all the time during football season His coach is crying

Rin

Internally freaking out during the whole process of labor and delivery. Help this poor man

But once he holds his son/daughter for the first time, everything just washes away as his heart is so full of love for you and your child

Constantly thanks you for bringing your child into this world

Just like Isagi, Rin will want you to rest and heal while he deals with everything from waking up multiple times a night to bathing your child so you can heal

He thought being a husband to the woman he loves was the best thing in his life but he found being a father surpassed that

He loves his son/daughter so much!!

Takes photos of him and your child and post them on social media to show off his baby Ignored and blocked all of the comments complimenting Rin on his looks and asking to be their baby daddy he don’t need that

Due to lack of sleep, he just becomes even more grumpy to his teammates (Sorry folks)

Literally resembles the devil

But as soon as he’s home, he hugs you while resting his head on your shoulder, just breathing you in and recharging his battery

With it at 50%, he went to his child to get the rest of his battery recharged

Like with the rest, he naps with your baby on his chest

It’s your lockscreen

His is you napping with your child in your arms in bed Twinsies

Has an identical lockscreen of you sleeping with your child sleeping in your arms right next to you on the bed

Secretly looks at it constantly and gets a huge smile on his face no matter where he is

He loves his little family so much

And just like with the others, you go to all of his games unless he’s overseas, both wearing his jersey

Rin’s heart swells up so much seeing you both in the front row (Like he didn’t give you those tickets to begin with) and he ends up crushing the opposite team

Is a literal demon on the field

Due to being overseas, he does miss some milestones but you send videos to him

He’ll video call you with a pout on his face which you end up laughing at. You assure him that you didn’t want him to miss any of the milestones so you send them to him so he can witness it

Argues that a video call would be better, but due to the time difference, he may either be at practice or in a game so he ends up accepting a video

As your child grows, you notice they have your hair color and Rin’s eyes, including the under eyelashes

Rin had grown a lot during his time in Blue Lock thanks to his rivalry with Isagi, so he’s careful to raise your child to not be like who he used to be

Let me tell you, your child is Rin’s #1 fan. But they’re also Uncle Saw’s which pisses Rin off to no end

They ask for Rin to teach them how to play football. Rin was super hesitant because what if they become like how he used to be?

Thankfully you’re there to calm him down and assure him that so long as he takes the time to teach the things he learned, it won’t happen

When your child starts to go to school, they literally brag that their father is Rin Itoshi

Of course they play football and Rin goes to every single game. He gets swarmed by fans every time, but he flat out tells them to leave him the fuck alone because he’s there to watch his son/daughter play

He’s your child’s #1 fan

Of course Sae also goes to games, which pisses Rin off. Sae loves your child and adores them to no end. He’s not going to let some bitter rivalry between brothers ruin his relationship with your child. And as much as it pisses him off, Rin won’t do anything to tarnish that relationship because honestly, he’s extremely happy that Sae is there for your child.

When your child sees both their parents and uncle at their games, they become so happy and end up playing their best

Rin cheers the loudest out of the crowd he’s so proud of his baby boy/girl

It fills your heart knowing that Rin loves his child and is so proud of them, making sure he praises their accomplishments and is there during the bad times with words of wisdom and praise

Begrudgingly invites Sae to every family function so your child can spend time with their favorite uncle

Once your child is old enough, he takes them with him to practice so he can show how professionals play

Instantly crushes on Isagi. The poor guy will end up facing Rin’s wrath please save him

Your child is also a genius when it comes to football, and will see some of the moves Rin and his teammates use and will end up copying them in their own game

Rin sees this and is worried as hell that they’ll end up developing the wrong kind of ego, much like what Rin started out with

Thank the stars they don’t thanks to Rin’s teachings

Of course the paparazzi are there and capture these moments

And let me tell you, as soon as Rin finds out they’ve been taking pictures of your child and publishing them, all hell will break loose. Forces Reo to end it all

After that, paparazzi was banned from the schools

Rin would go through the depths of hell for your child and he’s not afraid to show it

_______________________________

If anyone likes this one and wants me too, I’ll make one for the other characters. I’m not confident in my writing just yet but my mind is constantly filled with hcs.

Blue Lock is owned by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ inside this dream by carego ࿐ྂ

blue lock x gn!reader

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

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

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

part 2

yoichi isagi:

— ichi

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

— isachi

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

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

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

— my best striker

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

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

—yocchan

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

meguru bachira:

— megu

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

— bee

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

— beechira

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

— bumblebee

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

— baechira

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

rin itoshi:

— rinnie

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

“rinnie, please!” he melts.

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

“rinnie! i love you!” “shut up”.

— rinrin

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

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

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

— the rin(g)

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

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

hyoma chigiri:

— hyo/hyoma

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

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

— chi

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

— princess

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

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

— onigiri

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

rensuke kunigami:

— kuni

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

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

— gummy

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

— ren/rensuke

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

‘ren’ is also easy to say and remember.

— musclehead

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

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

reo mikage:

— reo

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

this is his favourite name.

— mika

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

— oreo

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

makes him feel like a kid with these silly names.

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

seishiro nagi:

— sei

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

— shiro

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

— choki’s dad

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

— nagi seishiro

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

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

end.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Blue Lock

Character: Yoichi Isagi

Sample Size: 4,896 stories

Source: AO3

[tcshi]

blue lock boys : who spits in your mouth, who lets you spit in their mouth and who does both ?

⚠︎ : explicit content, spitting (duh), making out, nipple sucking, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, a sprinkle of some sub!blue lock boys x dom!reader, hints of yandere!bllk, use of nicknames, lmk if i missed anything, minors do not interact !!

⚠︎ : to the person who said reo mikage does both, yes he does. we don't make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

BOYS WHO SPITS IN YOUR MOUTH:

ㅡ does it for the sake of asserting his dominance. he likes to grab you by your jaw, his grip a little bit tight before he gives your lips one last kiss while you're unbuckling the belt of his pants, palming him through the fabric of his pants. then you're pulling the zipper down and he pushes you on your knees, a hazed look in his eyes seeing you kneel before him. he lets you push his pants down with a single nod of his head, letting you take his cock out of his restricting boxer. a hiss and a moan leaves his lips the moment you lick a stripe on the underside of his length, savoring the tightness and warmth that your mouth gives before he shoves your head down, further pushing his cock in your throat with a gag. he doesn't let you have any control over the pace, doesn't let you play around than necessary either. if he wants your throat, he'll get it, you have no say in anything. but as cruel as he may be at times, he also loves to reward his little girl. if you've been doing exactly what you're told, press the buttons that he loves, he'll give you something in return. he cups your jaw, pulling you away from his cock with your saliva shining against his length. he caresses your cheeks in faux sympathy, smirking inwardly at the tears that ran on your cheeks and the heavy breathing in your chest. he coaxes you to open your mouth, gently and softly, as if he wasn't using your throat like his personal fleshlight just a little while ago. “open your mouth for me doll.” he mutters as he places a thumb over your tongue, pressing against the muscle and humming in satisfaction when you began sucking on his finger just like the greedy whore he knows you are: never easily satiable and always taking more than what you're being given. but it's okay, it's okay because you've done a good job at taking him down your throat. you deserve the reward now, don't you? he collects a glob of spit on his tongue, taking his fingers away from your mouth but places it on the side of your lips instead. he leans slightly towards you and you open your mouth more, eager to receive the prize for doing good. he doesn't let his saliva dangle from his tongue, instead, he spits directly on your tongue. he tells you not to swallow, one hand now cradling the back of your head and the other guiding back his cock to your open, awaiting mouth.

“fuck that's it... taking it like a big girl.”

ITOSHI SAE, ITOSHI RIN, SHIDOU RYUSEI, kunigami rensuke, baro shouei

BOYS WHO LETS YOU SPIT IN THEIR MOUTH:

loving everything that you do to him is one way to put his feelings out for youㅡalmost seemingly obsessive at certain times but restrained enough as to not scare you. he loves you, he loves whatever it is that you do even though sometimes it could get a little impractical, a little messy. he loves how you hold his head against your chest while he's working his mouth on your nipples, sucking the bud with an eagerness that is reciprocated by the sounds leaving your mouth. he loves the hum and the moan that leaves your tinted lips when he gives a sudden thrust to your clothed cunt, his own leaking cock aching to be relieved from the confinements of his pants. but you tell him no, he have to wait for a little bit for you to finally take it out by your own hands. and he does nothing but submissively nod his head, face flushed as you continue grinding your panty-clad pussy on his hard-on as you whisper dirty dirty things in his ear, giving it a lick, a suck and a nibble every now and then and grin beautifully hearing him whimper out your name as he meets your grinding with shallow thrusts of his own. he watches in desperation as you kneel in front of him, palms running over his bare chest, then dragging them down until they're situated on the elastic waistband of his thin shorts before you're telling him to stand up. he lets out a relieved moan when you finally pull his pants down, letting them lay on his ankles before your palms are wrapped around his thick length, pumping his dick with the slow jerks of your hand. he throws his head back when you finally gave him some much needed relief, moaning unabashedly when you gave the head of his cock a few kitten licks on the head before completely putting him inside the warmth of your mouth. he grabs at your hair not too tight but enough to use it as a support from his wobbling legs. you give his cock a particularly good suck that gave him tears in his eyes, whining when you started to slowly pull away. you stand up to meet his eyes, palms enclosing back to his hard cock, jerking him slowly. you push him back to the seat as you took off the remaining clothes that covered your body. you let your discarded panties fall on the floor and join the messy heap of clothes before you're shoving a finger in between your pussy lips and he salivates at the sight. you take some of your arousal, pinching them in between two fingers before you're back on his lap with your legs spread open, your pretty cunt right in front of his pretty face. you softly instruct him to open his mouth. and he does, willingly so like the obedient boy he is. he moans in appreciation when you shove your fingers inside his mouth as he licks to take your arousal on his tongue, greedily sucking and licking at your fingers. you retrieve your fingers to hold his cock, guiding it to nudge in between your pussy walls before you sat down completely over his lap, cock settled deliciously inside your warmth. the both of you moans, sweaty forehead touching as you began bouncing on top of him. he opens his mouth, a pathetic plea leaving his lips. you cup his jaw, lips sucking on his tongue before you pull back and spit directly in his mouth, watching as he keeps his mouth open until the mix of his and your saliva pooled out of the corner of his lips, one that had you slotting your own mouth against his in a messy make out.

CHIGIRI HYOMA, isagi yoichi

BOYS WHO DOES BOTH:

finds it exhilarating to be able to do something as sloppy and dirty as spitting in someone's mouth yet finds some sort of twisted connection with you through the act itself that cannot be presented merely by words. it makes him feel this sensual connection with you. the intimacy of it all not being once overlooked, if not, seeps more prominent in between two bodies who now shares this odd bond. all that, and because it's also hot and arousing. the sight of you kneeled before him, mouth agape and almost smirking with the upwards tilt of the corner of your mouth says enough that it wasn't just him who loves it. you do too, maybe more than him but that's not impossible. there's nothing you can top (except him on certain occasion) over when it comes to him. he also particularly likes it when you let his spit linger on the top of your tongue, letting it glisten inside your mouth as you fumble with his pants in haste before collecting a glob of your mixed salivas together inside your mouth, holding his now freed cock in your hand before spitting the accumulated spit on the head of his length, all the while staring him down with half-lidded eyes. you jerk his aching cock in your palm, running your tongue over the prominent veins that ran on the left side bulging against the skin before you're taking him inside your mouth, warm and tight. you moan underneath him, own arousal dripping from your cunny as you watch him fall apart before you; head thrown back, chest and neck littered with purple and red and taking deep ragged breaths of air through his mouth while moaningㅡsometimes whining through the gasps that left his swollen lips. you love seeing him like this, all submissive to your touch and shamelessly responding to how his body feels. he thrusts his hips towards your mouth, chasing the warmth and tightness it provided for his cock. you try to calm yourself, trying to look past the overwhelming size and length of his cock plowing in and out of your mouth. tucking the stray hair that fell in front of your face, you bob your head a few more times before letting his length settle down your throat while keeping your teeth away. you gag, tears streaming down your face as you held your face a few inches away from his pelvis as he holds your head there, steady before he's moaning, chanting a chorus of curses and your name in the same mantra. “oh fuck-! fuckfuckfuck ’m gonna cum baby fuck!” you will yourself to not pull away, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he began thrusting his entire length down your throat as you grip his thighs for support. it's not long before he's spurting his cum inside your mouth, painting your mouth white before he's instructing you, in rasped voice don't swallow. he pulls you away from his cock before pulling you over his lap, glossed eyes meeting yours. “spit in my mouth,” he says before he tilts his head. and you do, the discharge of fluids from your mouth landing on his own tongue before he meets you for a sloppy kiss, kneading your chest and rubbing his dick against your cunt.

bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, MIKAGE REO

[qinluofu]

⊹﹒blue lock boys + younger sibling headcanons ♡

chigiri hyoma, sae&rin, michael kaiser taking care of gn!reader who injured their legs

masterlists ^o^

CHIGIRI is extremely concerned for your well-being. luckily, it's not a serious injury and you'll be able to completely recover from it but he still isn't any less concerned. saving his fear from his previous injury, he takes up the job to be your caretaker and stays at home 24/7 for you .

it starts in the morning where he's already by your side with a plate of white oats and slices of apples. it's probably a very bland meal but he insists it's good for the injury. he never lets you get out of bed and does everything for you - unless it's going to the bathroom. he just carries you and takes you to the toilets.

by lunch he's already cooked your favourite home meal and watching movies with you on the couch with a blanket drapped over. there was a bowl of green pea snacks in your hands as you start to feel the feeling of your brother's warmth.

at night, he tucks you in bed and kisses your forehead and tells you to sleep well. you have to admit, it was a pretty nice day with just your brother caring for you without any bickering.

SAE & RIN didn't think it would happen. and it was 100% their fault. kinda.

they took you out of the house for exercising and you reluctantly agreed. the both of them were frequently exercising so there were no issues on their end while you had the hardest time running a lap - and when you were finally done you were sweating buckets. you didn't think anything would happen either and just went home doing arguably the most activity you had in awhile

then it happened . you woke up and felt a terrible ache from your waist down. when you tried lifting your knee all it gave you was a terrible soreness and a weak attempt at getting up. your first instinct was to call for your brothers as they slowly walked down to see what was up at 7am in the morning.

upon hearing your complaints they just had a ^^? moment. " so how does that even happen?" rin had a confused look and sae just flicked his forehead. "it just does dumbass. clearly someone hasn't been exercising alot" replied sae and you just >:( .

so after a few google searches and some more bickering, they decided to halt their activities to take responsibility for their injured sibling. sae carried you around his back all day and rin was in charge of guiding him and helping you take your things.

it took a few days for your legs to completely heal and you 3 had a very serious agreement to never exercise without stretching your muscles prior, ever .

a/n : that last sentence is so real, do not exercise without stretching guys 😖

KAISER thought you were joking and just wanted to prank him. are you serious? you're the sibling of one of the soccer players that is ranked in the New Generation XI - getting injured?

"hahahahaha . yeah ok, nice joke - funny even but we're not doing that again" he fakes a laugh and was about to walk past you when you smacked him in the head and showed him the injury yourself. he kinda stares at it for a moment and suddenly realises something.

you must've wanted his help but was too shy to ask for it, right? he starts to think to himself and smirks a little while you just stare at this big weirdo in front of you. he suddenly offers his hand out, "don't worry my dear hopeless little sibling! your big brother is definitely here to save you!" he self proclaims and you just :| . you take his hand, didn't need his help but thanks i guess.

he thinks he's some big hero really - of course his definition of "help" was to get ness and let ness carry you around to help while kaiser relaxed by the sandy beaches.

"i'm such a great brother aren't i"

"of course kaiser, everyone loves you"

( kaiser's conversation with himself while he lays down by the sands )

a/n : i just wanted to bring up the fact that i finally finished my carrd :D

[infernalodie]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 || 𝐇𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢

“𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦“

Inspo: Julia Michaels - Heaven

Pairing: Black!Male!reader x Hyoma Chigiri

Summary: You were the heaven that Chigiri couldn’t get enough of.

Warnings: Character’s aged up, soft smut, and blowjob

Words: 1131

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

When Chigiri entered the apartment, he was surprised when he found the apartment pitch dark. Nearly stumbling over his feet from the little mat that lay in front of the entrance. The only sight of natural lighting came from the street lights outside with their white glow purging the darkness. But in this case, it only created shadows that Hyoma couldn’t differentiate from reality or his imagination.

“Y/n?” He called out, walking towards the kitchen table where he dropped his gym bag. Pulling his arms out the sleeves of his sweater and placing that on the back of a chair. Walking around the table with his eyes focused on the shadows and a rather dark interior ahead of him. “If this is some sort of prank Y/n, it’s not funny. I want cuddles!” He whined.

And almost like a dog, ear perking up at the sound of Chigiri’s whining, you came running out of the darkness. A pair of boxers only worn on your body as you approached your tired and sore boyfriend. “I was originally going to scare you, but I’ll let it slide for cuddles.” Your arms curled around him, encapsulating the red-haired boy, who melted into your chest and sighed. His hands resting against your stomach with his face stuffed in the center of your chest.

Pressing a gentle to your ebony flesh, he craned his head up. Resting his chin and blinking tiredly up at you. Only feeling his exhaustion begin to catch up to him when your hands ran through his locks. Nails gently scratched his scalp just the way he enjoyed it. “Why did you wait up for me?” He inquired softly.

A deep sigh fell from your lips as you looked out the window to see absolutely no one outside. To be fair, it was nearly midnight, but it was quieter than it usually was. You were used to the occasional teenagers ripping up and down the street in their suped-up cars or just being loud in general. But this silence was nice and made an idea appear in your mind.

“To help relax you.” Chigiri didn’t need much of a hint to understand the meaning behind your words. But it also left him breathless as you slowly walked him back until he was pressed firmly against the glass window.

“Y-Y/n…” Chigiri tried to find the right words that got caught up in his throat. Unable to remove his eyes from how your hands ran down his body slowly. Lifting the hem of his shirt and letting your warm hands grace his flesh; goosebumps erupted across his body.

Lowering yourself to your knees and keeping his gaze, you took the hem of his shorts and boxers between your teeth. Grinning like a fool when seeing Chigiri’s chest rise and fall in anticipation. “Just relax, honey. I want you to feel good.”

Chigiri wasn’t ever going to get used to how you treated him. Never did you ask for anything in return except a kiss. One that Chigiri was always itching to gift you. But he was always going to feel a bit selfish whenever you acted like this. It was hard not to be when you looked at him like you were. An animal stalking its prey.

You freed the man from his boxers and grinned feeling his cock hit your cheek. The leaking of his pre-cum smearing against your cheek as you looked up at the soccer player. Finding it absolutely adorable seeing him all embarrassed by such actions. Softly grasping his warm cock, you snickered when hearing him gasp from the contrast of the cold rings around your fingers and the warmth of your palm.

“Look at this needy little thing.” You stroked his cock slowly, hearing the whimpers of your name fall from his lips. “Have you been thinking about me since practice ended? Do you need me, Chigiri?”

Chigiri swallowed the lump in his throat, whimpering with both of his hands covering his face. That was the only response needed for your teasing questions. You liked messing with him before putting him through a worldwind of emotions.

But relenting, you wrapped your lips around the red tip of his cock. Chigiri couldn’t help the sudden jerk of his hips from the warmth of your mouth. Instead of getting mad, you moaned and held his hips firmly against the window. Earning a pout from the man for it to be quickly replaced with a moan.

Your tongue flicked over his slit before taking more of him inside your mouth. One of your hands reached beneath and fondled his balls, creating a loud whine to fall from Chigiri’s lips. He couldn’t help but stare down at the slow and tedious bobs of your head. Taking more of him each time until you were down to his pelvis. Nose pressed to his pubes as your tongue peaked out to just barely lick his balls.

“O-Oh, yes! Y/n!” Chigiri moaned, head slamming back into the glass. The pain was muted by you placing both of your hands behind your back and clasping them. Chigiri didn’t hold back his desires as he held the back of your head and began to fuck your mouth. But you stared up at him with a warm blush on your cheeks, allowing him to use you as he saw fit.

Any previous embarrassment had been washed away from Chigiri’s system. Seeing this side of him, the most lustful part of him only turned you on. Feeling your own cock twitching inside your pants with a wet patch beginning to grow in arousal.

Chigiri’s nails dug into your scalp with his breaths began to stutter. His hips losing their rhythm as he choked on his words as you laughed around his cock. Placing your hands on his hips, you bobbed your head rapidly. Feeling the man’s nails dig deeper as you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked, hard.

It was enough to propel Chigiri into his orgasm as his head rolled back with a cry. Body trembling as hips jutted in an attempt to prolong the orgasm; you performed that yourself. Taking his load and swallowing before parting from his wet and twitching cock.

A string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock broke, hitting your chin. Causing you to swipe it with your thumb and stand to your feet. Towering over the tired boy as you parted his lips and placed your thumb in his mouth. He complied instantly, sucking the digit.

But Chigiri couldn’t help but smile seeing the desire swimming in your eyes. Although he knew he would have to return the favour, he needed to be selfish. A guy like you changed someone like him into being this way.

[bachissidehoe]

catalyst - chigiri h.

chapter 4 of 7 in the blue lock band series. chapter 1. chapter 2. chapter 3. chapter 5. chapter 6. chapter 7.

synopsis: chigiri arrives to pre-show early, running into y/n, and decides to finally take his chance with her, providing her with a distraction from his bandmate she can't seem to stop crushing on. and for some reason, y/n is extra desperate for those guitarist fingers.

warnings: smut; penetration; unprotected sex; degradation; praise; teasing; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; rough sex; dominant!chigiri; submissive!reader; fem reader; minors DNI

disclaimer: all songs referenced are credited to THE DEEP END

w.c. 3.6k

A night with Sae was all she needed to get more information out of him, to understand him better, to the point where y/n finds herself working on a Sae-specific article. After “talking to” Sae, y/n barged into Reo’s office the next morning to tell him her idea- to make a series diving into each of the band members- including their history, their likes, their favorite parts of being in the band- anything a potential fan would be interested to know about them. 

For example, Sae remains insistent on “Look at the Mess You Made” being in the setlist, something y/n didn’t understand before, but now she knows that Sae feels proud that he wrote it and likes to show it off to the crowd. Though he doesn’t act emotional, Sae has talent, and he enjoys when people recognize it. 

So now y/n sits, working diligently on her writing while she waits for the boys to arrive to begin preparing for tonight’s show. 

“Hey, y/n.” 

She looks up, met with a familiar pair of pink eyes that always seem to have a glint of mischievousness in them. Today is no different.

“Hyooooooma~” She sings, earning a bright smile from the pretty lead guitarist. 

Chigiri’s always been a difficult one to pin down, he’s so flirty and cute, but she can never tell when- or if- he’s joking. Back before the band got famous and y/n developed a close friendship with Isagi, he always acted like he was jealous, but it was always followed up with laughs. Regardless, y/n has adapted to Chigiri’s cutesy, funny personality, and honestly, he’s insanely enjoyable to be around. 

Since y/n started working for Blue Lock, she’s actually been the closest with Chigiri. They hang out a lot, joke and laugh together, always grabbing food or hanging out after practice, and he’s always the first to high five her after a performance. 

“Why are you here early?” Chigiri asks, settling into the beanbag chair opposite y/n, taking his acoustic guitar out of its case. 

“I could ask the same for you.” Y/n replies. 

“Uh, well I asked, so you first.” He grins.

“Fine. I’m working on an article.” She admits, turning her laptop around to show him. 

“‘Bout what?” 

“I’ll tell you after you tell me why you’re here.” 

“Fine.” He strums a few chords on his guitar. “I wanted to practice a new song. I know we’re still on tour, but I’m really excited about this one. We’ve been working on it here and there- but I finished it and wanted to practice.” 

“Can I hear it?” 

“Ah ah ah~ your turn. Tell me what you’re writing about.” 

She sighs dramatically, as if it’s exhausting and impossible to meet his demand. “It’s about Sae.” 

Chigiri tilts his head. “Why?” He asks, sounding slightly annoyed. 

“I’m doing an article about each of you and publishing it to your social media. You know, helping the fans get to know each of you. You didn’t see the Isagi one?” 

“No, guess I didn’t. That’s cool though.” He pauses. “When’s mine?” 

She shrugs. “Gotta like, get to know you better I guess. Spend some time with you or do an interview I dunno.” It’s not entirely true, considering she knows Chigiri more than well enough to write an article about him. But after her recent interaction with the band’s drummer, she was particularly excited to work on this one.

“When did you spend time with Sae?” He chuckles, though it’s clear there’s a hint of nervousness. 

She stops, peeking up at him from her laptop. “Um, I dunno the other day- why don’t you play me that song you wrote.”

“It’s just that you and Sae don’t seem to be that close.” 

“We’re not. What’s the song called?” 

“What did you guys even do?” 

“Just like vibed. Is it an acoustic song?” 

“Y/n.” 

“Hyoma.” She breathes. Maybe she should have approached it better. It’s not like she has a way out of this now, but she would have much preferred never speaking of her encounter with Itoshi Sae ever again. Not because it was bad, obviously, but because it probably shouldn’t have happened. 

“Did you hook up with Sae?” He asks, an eyebrow raised. 

“Why would that be the first thing you jump to?” She scoffs, as if she’s offended. 

“Because I’m right, aren’t I?” He twirls a strand of his long pink hair around his finger. 

She sighs. 

“So you’re writing an article about him because you guys fucked?” 

“No, I’m writing an article about him because that’s the plan Reo and I discussed.” She lowers her voice. “And we also happen to have fucked.” She says through the corner of her mouth. 

“I knew it!” 

“Can you just not say anything about it, please? It just kinda happened. But I got to learn more about him, so it was helpful for this task, in a way.” She pauses. “Now play me your song.” 

Chigiri chuckles. “Alright, whatever. But just know I’m sure I could do better than Sae. If an Isagi distraction is what you’re looking for.”

Y/n groans. “Nooooo that’s not itttttt.” She drags out her words. But to be fair, fucking Sae did help a lot with her Isagi problem. Same with Bachira. For a few days or so, she hardly thought about Isagi at all. 

Also, after fucking Sae, it’s become more apparent that there’s no way Isagi would want to date her, considering she seems to be making her way through his entire band. 

“Whatever.” He says with a light shrug, beginning to strum some chords on his guitar. 

Chigiri Hyoma is the epitome of a good guitarist, exactly what a rock band would be looking for. He’s got the long hair, the sarcastic attitude, and those fast fingers that never seem to miss a note. Come to think of it, as y/n watches his expert fingers pluck the strings so delicately yet so dominantly- she can’t help but shift a bit in her seat. 

“So it goes like- all I am is a catalyst, all I am is a way back home~” He sings it, though doesn’t use his actual singing voice, more like humming without trying. 

“You’re not actually singing?” She chuckles, but still can’t take her eyes off how those damn fingers move. Would they be better than Isagi’s? They both play guitar, after all, but somehow it just looks different when Chigiri’s playing. 

“Huh? I’m not just gonna sing at you. Cringe.” 

Y/n laughs. “You’re literally in a band? You sing for a living?” 

“Not really, I do backup vocals. My singing voice is just okay. Plus, even if you have a good singing voice it’s still cringe as hell to sing at someone.” He points his index finger at her, as if he’s accusing her of something. 

And y/n watches that finger, intently, her eyes dazed as she slips deeper into her forbidden daydream about him- Chigiri Hyoma, the lead guitarist of Blue Lock, known for his speed on the guitar and his amazing live guitar solos. She wonders how many girls have gotten to experience him like that, with those fingers. 

“Uh? Y/n?” He waves his hand in front of her, forcing her back to reality. An unfortunate reality where he’s not fucking her. Maybe hooking up with Sae wasn’t enough to calm her insatiable horniness.

“Oh, sorry.” She chuckles. “Zoned out.” 

“Uh. Huh.” He says, raising an eyebrow as he watches her cheeks become dusted in pink. She nervously looks away from him, her eyes darting to the ceiling. “What were ya thinking about? Hm?” 

Y/n just shrugs, becoming more heated by the second. She doesn’t understand why it’s suddenly like this, why she feels like she could pounce on him at any time. Sure, he’s hot, she’s always thought so, but she’s never felt like a cat in heat around him. Maybe it’s what he said about being an Isagi distraction, or how he played the guitar, or how he looked at her-

“Nothing.” She replies quietly, as if she’s not so sure. 

His voice is softer now too, quieter, more intense than usual. “I dunno y/n.” A smirk begins to dance at the corners of his lips, a smirk y/n can’t see since she’s so adamant about looking anywhere but his face. “Remember the other night when you told me to take a chance if I saw it?”

She reflects, taking a moment to process the context he’s referring to- back in the bar, when he was drunk off his ass and she was rushing to find an excuse to leave. She doesn’t know exactly why she said that to Chigiri. She could have said anything else. But she chose to give him a reason to chase her. 

“Oh. Yeah, um. I remember.” 

Chigiri places his guitar to the side, leaning forward to grasp y/n’s wrist. She doesn’t fight it.

“Well the chance is here, and I’m taking it.” He says, swiftly pulling her forward so she stumbles, collapsing onto the beanbag chair he sits on. He grabs her hips so she lands in his lap facing him, catching her completely off guard. 

“You want this, yeah?” He stops himself, leaning forward but maintaining distance between their lips.

“Mhm.” She finds herself nodding, hoping he’ll close that gap, hoping he’ll just take her. 

“You always coulda come asked, you know I’ve always wanted you.” He places a finger under her chin, still holding her face just inches from his. It’s almost painful how he’s refusing to take the leap, it’s making her shift in his lap, making her want to just grab him and force it. 

“No- um, you were always just joking- I thought.” She leans forward slightly, but he leans back. 

“Maybe I was saying it jokingly, but I was never actually joking.” He chuckles, looking down at her as she grows more desperate by the second. 

“Okay-“ She attempts to close the gap again, but again is met with resistance. He smirks, as if it’s all a game to him. 

“Why the pouty face?” He asks, taunting her. 

“Why won’t you kiss me?” She whines.

“Oh you wanna kiss me? I couldn’t tell.” He teases her more, which leads y/n to quickly realize that he’s likely getting turned on watching her suffer like this. “You actually want me, y/n?” 

“Yes I want you.” She sighs, attempting to lean forward once more. 

He blocks her, holding his finger to her lips. She nearly bites it out of frustration, but the teasing little prick would probably like that. 

“Okay. Beg.” He smirks, his eyes lit with a new flame, a sadistic pink fire, a strand of his gorgeous soft hair falling between his eyes.

Y/n can’t help but squeeze her legs together at his words, the pressure becoming more unbearable the more he holds out on her. It would feel pathetic to beg, which is exactly what he wants. On the other hand, if someone walks in and it forces an end to their encounter before she gets what she needs, that’s even worse. She’d rather feel pathetic than get nothing. 

“Please kiss me.” She whines.

“I don’t think you want it enough.” 

She balls her fists together, feeling her knuckles whiten from the frustration. “I do want it, fuck, I want you to kiss me and then kiss me more, then use those pretty fingers and fuck me please~” She sings, praying her pathetic attempt at pleasing his sadistic nature is enough. 

She doesn’t have time to break down the context around Chigiri’s approach to the situation, frankly she doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter what his kink is, she wants it so bad right now she’d do nearly anything to have him. She doesn’t know what’s come over her, Chigiri Hyoma just has that effect. 

And all he does is chuckle. He’s acting like he doesn’t even want her. And it’s making her more aroused with every passing second, she can practically feel her pussy dripping through the thin fabric of her clothes, her clit pulsing as it begs for some relief. 

“You were the one who told me you’re taking the chance.” She pouts, her voice coming out whiny and desperate. She doesn’t even care how she sounds anymore. 

“I’m sorry beautiful, I just can’t help but love seeing you so pathetic.” He glides a gorgeous finger through her soft silky hair. Even just the lightest touch is enough to make her shift, clasping her legs tighter together. 

“I am pathetic, Hyoma.” She sighs. “I can’t leave here without feeling you inside me.” 

“And it’s me you want? Right pretty girl?” He caresses the side of her face delicately, yet it almost feels like he’ll snap and break her. At least she hopes he does. 

“Just you, Hyoma, fuck. Please just do something, anything, or let me go so I can go think about you when I fuck mys-”

Finally, the switch that Chigiri Hyoma’s been grasping onto this entire time, through all his jokes and innuendos, through the way he watched her look at Isagi Yoichi, flips. His delicate touch turns lethal as his thumb presses into the skin of her neck, his other hand moving to grip the back of her hair with a forceful tug. And he kisses her, his lips immediately rough, wasting no time shoving his tongue between her lips like he’s splitting them apart. 

She submits entirely, letting her body go limp as the pressure from his thumb on her neck makes her vision blurry and her brain foggy. He’s only kissing her, yet she has no fight left. He’s already won, already forced her into submission before she can even think to fight. 

The only thing she can do is beg and plead, ask him for more, whine into his mouth and let him swallow every single one of her noises until his fingers press at her clothed area, clothes that are wet enough to feel like she bathed in them. 

“Please, please take them off, please Hyoma.” She whines, her jaw slack and her tongue almost hanging out, desperate to continue tasting his pretty pink lips. 

But Chigiri Hyoma- evidently- gets off more to teasing her than he would if he actually fucked her. 

“Ah, but do you deserve it?” He snickers, his face disappearing into her neck. His tongue slurps and sucks at her skin, his teeth grazing her like he’s threatening to suck her blood. The others held back with leaving visible marks, even if they did leave a few hickeys only to be seen under her clothes, but Chigiri clearly has a point to prove. He ruins her neck with dark purple marks, littering them on every part of her exposed skin as his fingers dance across her clothed entrance. 

“I do~ I do deserve it~” She whines, the pain of his teeth on her skin melting away from the short bursts of pleasure she gets when his fingers only lightly touch her clit through her soaked panties. 

“I wonder how fast you’ll cum~” He whispers into her ear, biting and sucking on the lobe. 

“Please.” She whispers, her desperate attempts at begging proving not to be as effective as she’d like. 

He finally slips a finger under her panties, gathering her arousal on the pads of his two fingers as he plays with her soggy lower lips.

“Ah~” She gasps, her breath stuck in the back of her throat and her mouth parted as her eyes blur with a layer of frustrated tears. 

He teases, slipping the tip of a single finger into her hole, inciting a short whine before removing it just as quickly as he started it. Instead, he moves it to press on her clit, rubbing light circles as she bites her lip, all while he still attacks her neck, making no attempts to end his assault. 

“Fuck~” She feels her muscles tense up, a roaring flame hurdling through her body at top speed. And she cums, just from him pressing her clit a few times, unable to handle the teasing anymore. 

“Ah, babygirl, you came just from that? Poor thing, can’t handle me.” He rasps into her ear, refusing to let her come down from her orgasm before finally separating her dripping pussy lips and forcing two fingers inside until they physically can’t go in further. 

“Hyoma~” She sings it like a lullaby, her vision completely clouded as his fingers provide her with nothing short of pure ecstasy, fucking her hard and fast, swishing around between her gummy walls, exposing her to the magic fingers she’s been desperately begging for this entire time. 

It only takes a moment before she’s cumming around his fingers again, performing a feat she didn’t think was possible. She’s never cum back to back like that in her entire life. 

“Fuck, Hyoma~ I-” Her orgasm rips through her used body like a sword cutting her in half, the fluids rushing to coat his already soaking fingers. 

“Fuccckkk~ I love those pretty sounds babygirl.” He coaxes her through her high before removing his fingers, moving his lips back to connect with her tired ones. “I think I’m ready to fuck the shit outta you~” 

She can only whine, a bead of drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as he pulls away from her, focusing his attention on unzipping his pants to free his bulging cock. He’s been teasing her, sure, but teasing himself as well. 

“Yes, yes, whatever you have~ I can take it~”

Before she can process it, her panties are discarded, and his cock is ramming into her dripping walls relentlessly, bullying into her like he attempts to break her. 

“Ah, fuck~ That’s a good girl. I can handle a little more than you can, though.” He chuckles, placing his thumb over her neck once again, enough to make her gasp. “I won’t cum just from a simple touch, unlike you.” He degrades her, but praises her at the same time. Such a tease. Y/n doesn’t know if she’s been more turned on in her entire life. 

He holds her in his lap, pounding upward into her, every thrust forcing ungodly noises from deep within her throat. 

“Look at you, that pretty cunt taking me so well~” 

“Mhm~” She groans, his cock ramming her g-spot as he turns her inside out. She didn’t think it was possible for her to cum so much and so quickly, but it seems like Chigiri Hyoma unlocked a teasing kink y/n didn’t know she had. “G’na, g’na cum, mmm, again~” She whines, overstimulation tears dribbling down her face. 

“That’s a good girl~” He hums, holding her limp body as she cums for a third time, sucking in his cock like she desperately needs it to survive the stimulation. 

He doesn’t let up, though, forcing his cock into her over and over again, somehow reaching deeper when y/n thought it wasn’t possible. But she needs it, she needs his cock to destroy her and tell her she can take it, she needs his cum to fill every inch of her needy cunt. 

“That’s it, getting close babygirl~ fuck~” He groans, flipping her over in the beanbag chair so she’s on her back, never letting his dick slip from her slick hole, his long hair falling in front of his face. He holds her limp body like he owns it, ramming into her even harder and faster than he was before. 

“Cumming~ agh~ gonna fill you up, fuck~” He finally finishes, releasing his thick load inside her until she’s dripping, sliding his cock out of her and watching his milky cum slide out with it. 

Y/n’s head falls back, her jaw slack and her vision still blurry. She can only whine every time he says anything. If she still has to work during this show, she might just get fired. 

“Oh, you poor thing. No more. Don’t worry.” He chuckles, sliding her panties up her legs and under her skirt, lightly ruffling her already messy hair. 

“Um, did I interrupt something?” Another voice is heard from the door, causing y/n to suddenly force herself back into reality and snap her head toward the entrance to the dressing room. 

“Nah Isagi, was just finishing up. You can have her back now, if you need her.” Chigiri taunts, zipping up his pants and standing up from where y/n still lays almost lifeless. 

“Yoichi…” She manages, watching Isagi awkwardly scratch behind his head. Her gaze shifts to Chigiri, who seems to have no issue talking about her like she’s an object to be passed around. 

“I, uh, it’s not like she was necessarily mine anyway…” He says with a light chuckle, his cheeks still flushed from catching the tail end of her and Chigiri’s interaction. 

“Hear that y/n? You deserve better anyway.” 

“Let’s not do that-” Isagi starts, but y/n interrupts, almost like the post nut clarity finally forces her to think logically. 

“No, no. I’ll do what I want. If I’m a slut being used by the whole band, then so be it.” She sits up with a smirk. “I kind of like it that way anyway.” 

[ekkurea]

If you think I've stopped drawing characters from the Blue Lock, you're wrong♡(｡- ω -) Running is one of my favourite sports (although I rarely take a break from my desk), and when I looked at Chigiri, I could feel my eyes sparkle(☆▽☆) Do you feel this freedom?

Thank you for the opportunity to draw this art for 💗C💗

[skullvgirl]

flirty!chigiri ིྀ headcannons | PART TWO

PART ONE | PART TWO <- [YOU ARE HERE]

—w/: supa cunt chigiri

—warnings: school!au, fem reader, ooc, suggestive

-—authors notes: this was originally supposed to be for the 100 followers special but I thought of a better idea ≽ܫ≼ so stay tuned for that. this is for whichever anonie requested more to this, shout out to u ᡣ𐭩

—flirtychigiri who you somehow cant stay mad at, who doesn't even purposely try and make an argument unserious but does

"oh my gosh i hate you"

"i love you too" you puff your cheeks and turn away from him and he can only laugh at your childish anger,

he opens his mouth too speak but you beat him too the chase "not another word mister"

"yes ma'am !"

—flirty!chigiri who always makes the "couples heart" when sitting next too you, knees facing towards each other, close contact, essentially forming a heart shape most if the time its not even purposful

—flirty!chigiri who is naturally drawn too you, somehow always able to find you in a crowd or large area, like you two opposite sides of a magnet he somehow always finds you

—flirty!chigiri who like when reciprocat hus flirtyness back, especially when it's something as corny as bad pick up lines

"hey babe"

"what"

"babe", you turn towards him, he likes it when you look at him

"are you from tennessee?"

"no...why?"

"because your the only ten-i-see" he grins waiting for your cringed reaction but its never comes, instead you walk over hand place his hand on your chest.

"feel this?"

"yeah why—"

"it's made of girlfriend material, so next time you say a pick up line make it a good one, thank you"

he's gagged actually.

—flirty!chigiri who loves kissing! mwah mwah mwah, a kiss solves everything! your hurt? kiss! your sad? kiss! your happy? kiss !!

—flirty!chigiri who isnt subtle about when he wants a kiss either, at first glancing down at your own lips, then licking his own, slowly leaning into you trying and failing not to probe him tounge at your lips

—flirty!chigiri who kisses you ever so slowly, like there's molases between your lips keeping him from moving any faster, who caresses your body gently, as gently as possible slowly building up tension to distract you from him slowly doing circles below your waistband

—flirty!chigiri who jokes about hate s-x all the time, how hard he would fuck you if you'd just let him! just one chance, thats all he needs

-—authors notes: uhh u guys why can i not get down past 10 drafts (the rot creeps in)

[intheticklecloset]

Pretty (Blue Lock)

Summary: Chigiri overhears Kunigami calling him pretty, and he is surprised to find that he loves it. But asking him to say it again is absolutely out of the question. Luckily, Kunigami knows him better than he realizes.

A/N: I wrote this one especially for @giggly-squiggily, since she loves Kunigiri so much! I really subscribe to the idea that Chigiri embraces his feminine features and doesn't mind rocking them when the mood suits him, and that he doesn't mind being called pretty, among other things. Thus this fic was born! I hope you enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1731

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“You and Chigiri seem to be getting along well.”

The teasing voice belonged to one of their teammates, but Chigiri couldn’t place which one as he stopped short just outside of the door to their shared room. He hovered for a moment, thoughts warring with themselves. On the one hand, he was used to this – whoever was talking had to be addressing Kunigami. It was no secret they’d been hanging out together a lot lately, and with this group of teammates, only a matter of time before someone noticed that their chemistry was stronger than just friendship.

On the other hand, it was getting kind of tiring. Didn’t they have anything better to talk about? Well…probably not, he supposed. Being in Blue Lock meant they didn’t have access to the outside world, so what else was there to talk about except what was happening within?

Still.

Chigiri waited, suddenly curious to hear what Kunigami would have to say. After a short pause, the taller boy’s voice rumbled a response.

“Sure,” he said.

Sure? That was it?

“Come on,” the other voice said, and Chigiri strained to place it. It definitely wasn’t Bachira, surprisingly. Isagi, maybe? “I’m not going to judge you. I have no room to talk when I’m kind of in the same boat.” Yep, definitely Isagi.

“He’s cool. I like him.”

Chigiri’s heart fluttered. He felt his cheeks warming.

“Like him as a teammate, or as something more?” Isagi pressed.

Kunigami sighed, making the redhead’s chest clench. “Look, what do you want me to say? I like him. That’s it. He’s smart and pretty. What’s not to like?”

Pretty. Chigiri was certain his heart was going to burst out of his ribcage. He had to leave, walk away from this conversation before he heard anything more. He might actually die if he heard even one more compliment come out of Kunigami’s mouth. And he certainly couldn’t be caught blushing like he knew he was right now.

The replay room. He had to get there.

Hurrying back down the hall the way he’d come, Chigiri let the conversation between Isagi and Kunigami fade away behind him.

But the blonde’s words still lingered in his mind.

~

A couple of days later, it was still with him. That one word that made his heart flip and his stomach feel like a cage of butterflies.

Pretty.

He desperately wanted Kunigami to say it to his face, but he could never bring himself to admit that he’d listened in on that conversation with Isagi. He’d be teased about it for sure. He wasn’t sure he could take that.

“Hey,” Kunigami said softly to him now, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. It was only because they were in the safety of the replay room that either of them felt comfortable being so openly affectionate with each other. “What’s up?”

“Hm? Nothing,” Chigiri murmured, leaning into him even as he kept his gaze averted.

“I can tell when you’re lying. You won’t look at me.”

Chigiri sighed, pulling back and forcing himself to make eye contact. As soon as he saw Kunigami’s golden orbs, the words slipped out of him. “It’s just…what do you like about me?”

Kunigami’s eyes widened in surprise. “Where did that come from?”

“I just want to know.” The redhead wrapped his arms around himself reflexively. “We haven’t known each other very long, and I know why I like you, but I don’t know why you’d like me.”

“Why do you like me?”

“I asked you first.”

Kunigami chuckled. “All right, fair enough.” He paused for a moment, seeming to seriously consider the question. Chigiri didn’t know if that made him feel better or worse about this moment. “Well, you’re a good soccer player, for one. But you’re also smart and funny, and you smell nice.”

“I…what?” Chigiri felt his cheeks heating up. He playfully pushed Kunigami away. “Quit smelling my hair, you weirdo.”

“It’s not just your hair,” Kunigami replied in a lower voice that made the redhead’s insides flip again. “It’s you, princess.”

Chigiri closed his eyes. Princess. Pretty. Both words he never thought he’d grow to love hearing about himself. He made himself look back up at Kunigami and ask, “Is there…anything else?”

Kunigami tilted his head at him. “What’s up, Chichi? Why are you asking?”

“Nothing, it’s just…I overheard you.” The words came tumbling out before he could stop them. “The other day. Talking to Isagi. I heard you tell him you think I’m…” But that was the end of his bravery, because he found himself unable to say the word he really wanted to hear again. He bit his lip and sighed. “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

There was silence for a moment, and Chigiri couldn’t tell if it was because Kunigami was upset or because he was trying to remember what the redhead was even rambling on about. He couldn’t look at him to find out.

Then Kunigami shifted and leaned into him again, murmuring into his ear, “How bad do you want to hear it, princess?”

Chigiri snapped his eyes up to the taller boy’s in surprise, his mouth going dry when he saw the way the blonde was looking at him now. Playfully. Teasingly. He frowned at first – he didn’t want this to be used as leverage against him – but in the next moment Kunigami had pulled him in close again, and the gentlest press of fingers in his sides made the redhead’s eyes widen as a squeak was pulled from his lips.

“Wait, no,” he pleaded, trying to wiggle away, but it was too late for that now.

“You want me to tell you how pretty you are, huh?” Kuni teased, gently tickling up and down Chigiri’s sides, making the redhead squirm and giggle helplessly. “How you smell like strawberries on a summer’s day, how I lose myself in your eyes every time you look at me? Is that what you want to hear?”

“Nohohohoho,” Chigiri whined, ducking his head to try and hide his blush from the taller boy. “Dohohohohon’t!”

“Shall I wax poetic about your giggles? A single one…” Kuni dug a finger deeper into Chigiri’s ribs, making him snort on a cackle, “…could give me enough energy to take down an entire soccer team on my own.”

“Stohohohohohohop!”

At this point Kunigami shifted again so he was gradually pushing Chigiri onto the floor, still softly wiggling into his torso, just enough to draw out the redhead’s giggles and squeaks. “I love the way you cling to me even when you’re asking me to stop. Your body knows it wants me~”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up, you jeheheheheheherk!” Chigiri cried, letting go with one hand to cover his face, increasingly flustered by the blonde’s words.

“Your blush is prettier than any canvas. Your hair shinier than any diamond~”

“Plehehehehehease, stohohohohohohohop!”

“I could write sonnets about your laughter. Shakespeare himself would be jealous of my romantic prowess!”

Chigiri couldn’t help but laugh harder at that, torn between his intense fluster and his swelling heart. He whined again and covered his face with both hands now that he was fully on his back on the ground with Kunigami gently tickling him all over from above.

“You’re so beautiful,” the blonde continued, his voice gentler now, more sincere. “You enrapture me, with your feminine features and masculine body. You drive me crazy, Chigiri. But I like you no matter how you look.”

“Plehehehehehehehease!” Chigiri begged, pushing lightly at his chest. “I cahahahahahan’t!”

“Can’t what?”

“Stohohohohohop cohohohohomplimehehenting mehehehehehehe!”

“Oh? But you wanted me to call you pretty so badly just now, didn’t you?” Kunigami smirked triumphantly down at him. “Or was I mistaken?”

Chigiri whimpered and tried to glare at him, but the effect was ruined for how frantically he was giggling by now. “Ahahahahahahasshole.”

“Ooh~” Kunigami’s grin turned wicked, and the speedy soccer star knew there was no running away from what was about to happen next.

“Wahahahahait, wait, I’m sohohohohorry!”

But it was no use. Kunigami wrapped his hands around Chigiri’s waist and dug into his hips with his fingers, leaning down to kiss along his neck when the redhead inevitably tossed his head back to screech with laughter.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Chigiri pleaded, squirming wildly but going nowhere fast thanks to Kunigami trapping him in place with his tickling. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Under any other circumstances, his brain would have short-circuited at the knowledge that Kunigami’s lips were on his neck – anywhere on his person, really – but in this moment, all he could think was that it tickled like crazy, and while he loved it, he was also desperate to make him stop by any means necessary.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! HEHEHEHEHERO, PLEASE!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” he begged, trying to kick and roll his way to safety to no avail.

Kunigami chuckled into his ear and whispered, “My pretty, pretty princess~”

Chigiri let out a single scream of laughter before falling into silent wheezing, weakly tapping Kuni’s shoulder, and it was only then that the blonde finally decided to show some mercy and let up on his attack.

In the couple of seconds it took the redhead to register that he wasn’t being tickled anymore, Kunigami snatched up his wrists and pinned them above his head, grinning at him.

“W-What…are you doing?” Chigiri gasped, eyes widening.

“This is how your book boyfriends do it, isn’t it?”

“You…you’ve been reading my books?”

“I had to know what got you going, princess.”

Chigiri blushed, but he tugged at his wrists and said, “I don’t want you to pin me down.”

Looking surprised and a little embarrassed, Kunigami immediately let his wrists go, beginning to push himself up and away – but before he could get far, the redhead wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down so their foreheads were touching.

“I want to be able to hold you, too,” he whispered.

Kunigami closed his eyes. “You’re so pretty, Chigiri. May I kiss you?”

Heart racing and growing three sizes, the smaller boy answered him by tilting his head up and pressing his lips to his, feeling his insides flip again as Kunigami reciprocated with a passion he hadn’t been prepared for.

Chigiri suddenly realized he didn’t care if anyone saw them. He didn’t care if they talked, asked questions, teased them. All he knew was that Kunigami liked him. He thought he was pretty.

And that was more than enough.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ frontal lobe muzik by daniel caesar ࿐ྂ

blue lock x fem!reader

characters: rensuke kunigami, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri

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

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

part 1. part 3.

rensuke kunigami: setting alarms every second and not getting up

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

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

"what are you doing, kuni?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kunigami bonus!:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“okay, bye!” you waved.

“i love you.” he repeated.

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

“i said i love you!!!” he pouted.

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

“say it back!!” he whined.

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

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

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

“then why didn’t you say it back!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you ate my strawberries,” he finally said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re so weird, hyo.”

“but you still love me.”

“… whatever.”

end.

[nomatterwhatnomatterwhere]

(Hustle) Like an Underdog

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You seemed to have an almost sadistic enthusiasm for tragic stories.

Discovering why an individual is so passionate about something is thrilling, particularly when it becomes the reason of life for them, and it is amusing to see different people struggle with all their heart to sustain that something in their lives.

Tragic stories have the wonderful ability to make the viewer empathize with one or more characters, thus making them and their choices understandable and in some cases even justifiable; making you passionate about their stories, cheering because their dreams and desires come true, always hoping for a "second chance" following a failure.

When you can relate to a character - be it their determination, their approach to life, their manner of thinking - it amplifies the bond you feel with them.

That is why it is devastating when your beloved sees his dream shatter right before his eyes without any possibility of salvation.

It’s hard for this to happen to the protagonists; of course there must be failures, otherwise the story would be boring, uninspiring and stagnant, but you can’t tear his dream ; you can get close, but not totally, otherwise history would lose part of its bite.

The coo protagonists are already a little more at risk: they are the supports of the protagonist and rather often become the favorites of the public, but their total failure or even their departure is useful for the growth of the protagonist; despite criticism the public would understand and perhaps accept that theirs was a necessary sacrifice.

It is the protagonist of which we follow the events, no matter how much the events may be more interesting or exciting.

It depends on the author.

It is the author who chooses which of his characters is more or less worthy of the public’s attention and of having his story told.

The author chooses to tell a story that can be defined as "The Protagonist"

If a "Supporting Role" is liked so much maybe the author will deign his audience a side-story with him as a protagonist; the luckiest can even get their personal story.

Very rarely have you been passionate about the events of the protagonists or the others: you understand the stories and appreciate some, but you can not empathize with them.

Tragic stories arouse your absolute interest, and there is nothing more tragic, as a spectator, to see a character and already know what his fate will be.

Your favorites are never worthy of much attention: they are secondary characters, expendable for the purposes of the plot, whose dream will probably never see the light, with a potential absolutely wasted.

How tragic is it for someone to know that they have theoretically absurd potential and that they will never be exploited how much and how they should?

This is the principle that pushed you into this crazy project: in a fictional world, characters with tragic stories are always ready to improve, pushed into disadvantaged situations and evolve. In the real world, a tragic story only serves to justify an individual’s inability to improve as much as he could, given his potential.

This was what you thought as you watched those pathetic "unpolished lump of talent", as Ego called them, as they were being tested.

To you, they were a mixture of pathetic, pitiful and tragic lives, not yet aware of their situation. But you knew it, you chose it. Ego may have classified them according to his parameters, but the person who gave him his 300 diamonds in the ruft was you; you and Ego agreed on some positions, but disagreed completely on others. It was normal, your rating parameters are not the same and this varies some ranking positions.

Jinpachi Ego has that ability to push a situation to happen the way he wants, and you still lack that ability.

When they told you how fucked up the BlueLock system was, you laughed: Ego didn’t have your sadistic passion for tragic stories, but to come up with something like BlueLock, you had to be a sadist with a very twisted mind.

And maybe you were even more twisted for thinking about how this was your ideal place.

This project emanated a sadistic passion for football, and you could not help but appreciate it.

You were chewing on a berry lollipop when the first ones eliminated from the project came out : they were all filthy pathetic. The most pathetic of all was Kira, who kept whispering something incomprehensible, probably something about being the "jewel of Japanese football" or some shit like that.

Frustrating.

Probably the lowest point of his football career, a point from which he could only get up and improve and he decided to lock himself in an illusion. The "Protagonist" look was definitely wasted on him; not that the "Supporting Role" was a better one.

No. Kira had shown himself immediately as a marginal character: he might have had the appearance and the minimum of ability that is expected from a protagonist embryo, but he didn't have the necessary character or willpower; above all, he didn't have that goal that forces you to test yourself, typical of a protagonist

It had been obvious since his little show at the Project Presentation, but his ineptitude was even more obvious during the Tag game and in his stupid post-elimination speech. God. Someone like that did not even deserve to attempt the Wild Card, someone who did not want to understand the purpose of BlueLock would not survive long in that football that Ego was destroying and reassembling, it is a simple law of survival and only those who adapt can hope to get ahead.

If the existences of most "lumps of talent" were pitiful and pathetic, yours was certainly a comical one as you roamed the halls of BlueLock 5. Ego hadn't banished you from the dreary four walls that made up your room, but he had advised you in his gentle, caring way, like sandpaper or fingernails on a chalkboard, to take a map with you because if you got lost he certainly wouldn't come looking for you: you were a big girl whose sense of direction had to be at least decent. Definitely comfortable words when the walls and doors of the facility were fucking identical.

That's how you meet Meguru Bachira for the first time.

His was a tragic existence, the kind you always liked, the kind that got better by the second, but could rot into oblivion at the slightest misstep. You had been fully aware of what you were doing when you had presented his profile to Ego; someone like Bachira was an essential part of the project, especially when he would find someone to complement him. Having him and Isagi on the same team had proved to be the right choice, at least in the early stages.

You tried to get back to your room from one of the physical studios in Building 5.

He wandered through the building in his childlike way, looking for something, if his look into each room was a hint.

When he saw you, he smiled in a frankly adorable way and approached you. He bounced around and peppered you with questions that you chose to ignore because you didn't have the strength to carry on a conversation with someone as talkative as Bachira. He seemed neither offended nor annoyed by your attitude, almost pleased. You had arrived at Team Z's practice field when Bachira disappeared for a few minutes, only to reappear beside you with a ball.

"You have to give it back when you're done. You can't take the ball to the dormitory."

That was what you had told him when you parted ways.

Unlike Ego, you weren't interested in being a cloister nun locked in her room, so it wasn't at all strange for you to wander around the different buildings of the Bluelock. Ego had given you free access to all the facilities that the Best Striker wannabes had access to, although you frequented them when they were less crowded. Sometimes you happened to watch a training session or a match in person, rather than on the monitors.

The air in those moments was much more exhilarating than when you watched them play from the monitors. You didn't know if you were a nuisance, though you were pretty sure that some of the boys didn't notice you at all, considering how caught up they were in the moment.

Bachira is definitely not one of them: every time he sees you, he greets you and hugs you like he's known you all his life; he's definitely a very affectionate guy, and you don't mind it as much as you should. A few times he has forced you to help him with his practice; he hasn't physically forced you, he just does this adorable pout that makes it impossible for you to say no. At first you were limited to providing him with balls, then you started to give him little suggestions to improve, and finally you found yourself enjoying his presence and talking to him.

Bachira is the one who pushes you out of your "shadow zone".

"Your monster wants more," is what he tells you one night in the monitor room a few days before the game with Team Y, while you are doing some analysis.

"Did your monster tell you that?" you ask him, pulling his grubby hands away from your notes on the players; ego would have killed you otherwise.

"He wants to get out of the cage you keep him in," at least that's what you can tell by the half-asleep grumbling of the boy who is now sleeping soundly on your shoulder.

In your own life you have never seen yourself as a "main character", you don't have the ability to radiate a light of your own, but you have always been able to bring out the "main character", the light, present in other people, and you are satisfied with that.

This makes you one of those wretched existences that you so despise; perhaps you despise them because you recognize yourself as such.

You do not even glow with reflected light, and you have never felt the need to imitate anyone in order to feel like someone else. The ability to make the most of an individual's potential and make him or her someone has always made you aware of your own abilities. Even if no one knew that a nobody had become a somebody because of you.

You are a non-reflective surface that has never tried to attract light to itself, preferring to study the light of others from afar.

Perhaps this is why Ego took you as his protégé: you were as obsessed as he was with creating something spectacular out of those "tragic stories" you enjoy so much, but your skills have yet to be honed if you wish to do this as a profession.

Otherwise, yours would have been a wasted talent. And there is nothing Ego hates more than to see what he sees as talent being wasted

In retrospect, staying in your "shadow zone" didn't seem so bad, and it certainly didn't make you feel that even the way you breathed was a problem.

You ate your breakfast, but you could feel people staring at you. You felt like some kind of freak, you didn't understand why, and it bothered you. It had been a week since the start of the BlueLock project, there was no way the pathetic existences had really forgotten what a girl looked like.

You would have liked to have breakfast with Bachira, he was the only one of the "lumps of talent" you had a relationship with, but bi-colored bangs were nowhere to be seen, and you had work to do, so you couldn't wait for him forever, and if you had the chance, you would have gladly escaped the tense air you felt around you in the cafeteria.

You know who Seishirou Nagi is. He is a potential tragic existence as well as one of the geniuses in the draft.

He is one of the few players you have more or less interacted with. He had requested his cell phone, and you hadn't had too much trouble getting it to him at the dorm, since you had to go through there anyway. You were more than sure that the team was practicing, but this was Seishirou - Hassle Man - Nagi you were dealing with, and so you shouldn't have been surprised to find the boy sleeping all askew in his bed in the dorm. You had given him your cell phone and left. But that had been a one-sided interaction, the boy was asleep, so you didn't understand why he was staring at you as if you had offended him badly.

You had done nothing wrong, yet you felt like the worst criminal in existence. This continued even at lunch, and you felt increasingly embarrassed.

You had decided to observe their training in person that day - so you couldn't boycott yourself by running away at the last minute. You had sat with your back against the wall, using your legs to support your notes; you had been so engrossed that you had almost missed the moment when the training had ended.

You looked around in confusion; you had seen Nagi practicing, but now you couldn't see him anywhere.

"He went to the changing room at least forty minutes ago," Mikage Reo had dropped down next to you and stared at you.

He had a tragic story that you couldn't wait to hear: those chosen for the BlueLock project put their football careers on the line, knowing that they could be the reason someone else's dream was shattered. Reo Mikage has excellent potential and is already using it decently, but his relationship with Nagi on the field is a dangerous double-edged sword, and in a place like BlueLock, where only the best will survive, his relationship with Nagi can only drag him into mediocrity. You would have been sorry to see him eliminated. Mikage had been one of your favorites since you made the list of candidates, but if his dream was to become the best soccer player in Japan, he should have gotten rid of his dependence on Nagi

In terms of talent and ability, Nagi is far superior to him, but Mikage makes better use of his.

According to your criteria, of course.

Those two were the first in their building for a reason, which was the ability to score a goal and how it was scored.

"I wondered if I had offended him in some way," because for you that was the only explanation for his dirty looks.

"It must have been something if it got my Nagi's attention."

That evening you had been so engrossed in your work that you had almost forgotten to eat. You were convinced that the cafeteria would be deserted, but you found yourself listening to the exchange between Kunigami and Isagi.

They are interesting people, you decide.

In the morning, the stares that landed on you in the cafeteria were the least of your worries: in the afternoon, the meeting between Team Y and Team Z would take place and you wanted to attend it in person, which meant that later, you would have to catch up on work and it was best to relieve the burden right away.

In Team Y, there is a somewhat pathetic existence with great potential, and you wanted to see how he would play against a team with an element similar to him.

Isagi Yoichi had aroused your frustrated interest. He cannot be defined as a tragic existence, but rather as an annoying and frustrating one.

He is the only one who realizes the strategy of Team Y, although much later than he could have, considering his analytical abilities. How he didn't realize sooner how problematic Team Z's strategy was in so many ways is both surprising and annoying. His approach seemed to have some thought behind them, but the execution was decidedly botched due to his poor physical skills, but luck was disgustingly on his side.

Isagi had what Ego was looking for: He didn't excel in skill, talent or ability but he had the hunger not only to survive but to win.

This was something that would definitely take him further in the Blue Lock.

Despite Team Z winning, however, Niko was superior when it came to using his Weapon: you weren't worried about him in the least: this defeat had left its mark on him and now he would do anything to survive and get his revenge.

Niko was now a slightly less pathetic being than before.

That evening, you also left a first aid kit and a tray of food at the door of the Z dormitory.

You met Chigiri Hyoma on the night of their first victory.

Watching matches live was wonderful, but it forced you to catch other matches at ungodly hours, wasting more time than if you had watched them on monitors.

The monitor rooms that Ego had provided for the players were, in your opinion, more comfortable than Ego's monitor room; except for Bachira, who used this room more to spend time with you than for its intended purpose, it didn't seem like many people spent their time here. So you didn't expect anyone to come through.

On paper, Chigiri Hyoma was a very good player, and you knew that he had earned the nickname of "Phenomenon", but ever since he had arrived at BlueLock, he hadn't seemed very enthusiastic to you, and you hadn't seen anything phenomenal in him yet.

This was an unfortunate situation for him.

When he entered, he nodded at you and then sat down on the floor. You had colonized the table with your notes and you kept on sending the recordings back and forth in order to note down details that you would never have noticed otherwise. When you reached Isagi's goal, you saw Chigiri's eyes light up: Was it a mixture of jealousy and nostalgia? You weren't sure.

"Is it a good gol?" You asked him, looking up slightly from what you were doing.

"One of those that keeps you awake at night."

Oh. So that was the problem.

"You could have scored it if you wanted to", you were on a delicate path.

"Isagi and I do not have the same weapon.

"But if you wanted to, you could have scored", you didn't know if he wasn't yelling at you out of politeness or not "You were chosen because of your skills, but if you don't want to put the effort, then get lost. No one is forcing you to stay, and I'm sure the rejected will be happy to know there's a spot available".

"Stop talking like you know me" Fuck, you had pissed him off, but you couldn't stop, it was stronger than you. "I'm the one who chose your tragic existence, so I guess I do know you. I know you, your abilities, your weapon. It pisses me off to think that I was wrong. Make up your mind quickly if you want to be a disgusting, pathetic existence any longer." You gathered your things and left, but soon after, Chigiri had to face another confrontation.

"You could have told me it was the lemon tea," you said as you placed a glass of the aforementioned lemon tea on the table in front of a half-asleep Nagi, but you turned to Mikage.

"It would have been boring otherwise," the little shit even had the nerve to smile at you.

"I thought I had insulted the prodigy here, but it was really funny, I guess." You had gone through all the documents you had on the albino to understand what you could have done wrong to him, and the answer had left you stunned: he was damn stupid.

For breakfast, you happened to have lemon tea, which you later discovered was the child prodigy's favorite beverage. That damned spoiled child would rather stare at you as if you'd killed the hamster he didn't have than come and ask for that damned you because it was probably a nuisance.

You were having lunch with the Team V trio when you noticed Kuon talking to the Wanima twins; it wasn't forbidden, but it was strange. You knew they didn't know each other, but their teams were going to play that afternoon, and it was suspicious.

You were late for the game, but in another building there was another game that you couldn't miss, not when a protagonist existence was playing.

You arrived shortly after Kuon's third goal, but replaying the key moments you saw while the teams were in the locker room, you noticed that Team W looked decidedly subdued.

When it became clear that Kuon had betrayed the team, you were more annoyed than surprised: You knew that the guys involved in the project would have to do whatever it took, but in your naivety you took it for granted that they would play clean; for someone who had to cheat to survive, the stay at BlueLock would be short and even harder than it already was.

Only those who level up can advance, you cannot think of passing level 3 while at level 1.

Kuon's speech had made you sick: he hadn't understood the meaning of BlueLock at all.

To the boy's great misfortune and humiliation, the match had ended in a draw, but you still had a few apologies to make.

You were seriously frustrated, and Anri was sure that whoever had made you nervous should have watched his back very carefully. You were making a rather violent comment on a player's file; you wanted "the sub existence to have as much difficulty as possible in finding a football job after he was eliminated", the sub existence had been very disappointing to you.

His "ego" is an insult to the project and its participants, such a distorted ego will never have the success it seeks, and to think that you saw something in this downgraded being that turned out to be completely different than you predicted would only increase your anger at yourself.

It didn't matter how much Ego told you that such beings would fall and that you couldn't predict everything correctly.

"If you don't eat them, they will be thrown away, Zantestu."

You were already quite nervous when you arrived at the dinner table, but the sight of Kuon's suggestion of his previous tactic to Team V had increased your sourness. Fortunately, "Dumbtestu" had prevented your rice from landing in Kuon's face, that would have been a waste as well. Then the Isagi arrived, followed by Team Z, ready to declare war on Team V. To instigate an enemy to kill before a battle is what you might call a lack of survival spirit or utter recklessness, but apparently it didn't seem to scare Team Z in the least.

You were grateful that the trio had left so you didn't have to intervene.

You found yourself at the Z-team table with Bachira next to you, trying to feed you, though you weren't sure how it happened.

While the rest of the team was probably wondering who you were, you felt like a freak again.

"I owe you an apology," you looked at Chigiri, who was looking back and forth between you and his fried vegetables, "I shouldn't have provoked you… you played well. I knew you weren't a pathetic existence."

The match between Team V and Team Z was without a doubt the best match in all of BlueLock. You had seen what could be considered Bachira's best selfish moment yet; his play had thrilled you: this is what happens when a tragic existence evolves. Even the evolution of Chigiri's and Kunigami's weapons had satisfied you, you were almost proud that these tragic existences used the potential you had seen in them. The awakenings of Nagi and Isagi had also been something exciting; they were two different awakenings, but fundamental for their path. Nagi's had happened more on an emotional level, he had let his desire to win shine through, how fierce he could be when he committed himself to something and this had emphasized his already excellent abilities even more. Isagi had undergone a technical awakening, he understood what his formula was and how to make the most of it and once he improved his skills, he would be a nightmare on the field.

Despite all these monsters, none of them were the best player on the field. No, the best player of the match was that hothead Raichi; you didn't care that Ego might not see it the same way, but for you, Raichi's presence had allowed Team Z to win: he had marked Reo throughout the match, he had prevented Zantetsu's goal, and he had saved the ball that Isagi had scored on. The strength, not only of the body but also of the will that this boy possesses, is second to none.

They were all here as strikers, but there was no denying that some of them seemed perfectly suited for other roles as well.

Not that you would ever say it out loud, most of the pathetic existences would have yelled at you, and you didn't want to go deaf for hurting their fragile crystal ego.

You had more important things to deal with.