#hyouma chigiri x reader

[lovemaiyo]

lovesick . romance tropes with blue lock . (full length fics coming up soon!!) .

" hey nana, no matter how much or how often people hurt each other, loving someone is never a waste .

ISAGI childhood friends to lovers & in the rain you always admired isagi. every since the age of 7, he had been obsessed with football. it was really rare to find a passion and ambition like his. and he was so nice to you! and cute.. and hot.. and driven.. and- okay, you liked him. like, a lot. but he was in love with someone.. something else. football. it was what he lived for. but you were next, really. isagi would come to you with stories, ideas, and just about anything. and you would listen religiously, because that was the only thing you could do to keep your heart from bursting. these habits, and your 10 year crush, carried on until high school. you were neighbors, so you always walked with him to school and back. it looks like someone forgot to read the weather report today, because it's rainy with a chance of a confession. "you like me? i like you too. you're my best friend!" "yoichi. i like you. like, like like. like love." "i love you too!" ".. yoichi isagi. it's been 3652 days since i've liked you." "oh. that kind of like."

RIN enemies to lovers & academic rivals to lovers you hated itoshi rin. you HATED him. you hated how he always acted all high and mighty and thought everyone was below him and called everyone that didn't fit his high ass standards "lukewarm." you hated how your name was always second to "itoshi rin." in every exam, in every lesson. you hated him and he hated you right back (or you thought) though, that didn't really explain why he was standing in front of you with a heart shaped box, eyes wandering across the room, one hand scratching his neck bashfully, with a little bit of blush on his cheeks. your jaw almost dropped. yeah, you hated itoshi rin, but was he always this pretty? his eyes were spotify green cerulean, and his hair framed his face perfectly. now, up close, you noticed that his eyes weren't blue ー they were teal. his jawline was sharp. was it bad that you wanted to kiss it? was it bad that you wanted to kiss him? "HUH?????? I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME?" wow, excellent thing to say to your crush!!! woooo!!! you dumb bitch.. "hated you? uh.. i never really hated you.." "oh..." "yeah.." silence.

CHIGIRI stuck in a elevator & hot neighbor

wow, moving was the best decision you ever made. the rent was way lower, the community was friendly, and your neighbor was, well.. hot. hot as fuck. he was tall, with long and silky red hair, and the prettiest pink eyes. and he was really nice. cookies on the day you moved in, frequent hi's and hello's, and he even invited you for dinner some day! no doubt, you were head over heels. and how could you not be? he made one hell of a pasta. so, would it be considered good, or bad that you're currently stuck in an elevator with him? you were going out to meet some friends, you so did your makeup and everything. he just got back from the gym. god, he was really eye candy. "you look nice. who're you all dolled up for?" "just some friends. you?" "got back from the gym." "so.." "hm?" and then there was a crash. ".." ".." "holy shit. what was that."

KUNIGAMI best friend's older brother & protecting you

ever since you were eight, still watching icarly on the tv and dressing up dolls with your best friend, you had been MADLY smitten with her older brother. honestly, who wouldn't be? he was so nice, treated you with utmost care even when you were younger then him. he never lost his calm, he was always kind, and... he was extremely handsome. you always chased after him, but he always just thought you were his little sister's best friend. naturally, you enrolled in the same college as him. you were only a year younger, and with the mindset that kunigami only liked smart girls, you got into college with amazing grades. so why was it, that every time you tried to dress up all cute for him, he barely paid attention. it wasn't like you were in the same friend group, but really? just a occasional 'wow, those clothes suit you.' and a smile? how dense was this guy? and on top of that, you always attracted unwanted attention. "hey, girl, let's go out." ".. no." "why not? listen, i have a lot of girls chasing me, and i chose you. you must be honored." "i have a boyfriend.." "sure you do. listen, just give it up." he moved his arms towards you. "no means no." a familiar voice said, grabbing that creepy guy's hands. "and who're you?" ".. her boyfriend."

REO fake dating

the silence was deafening. "what. did you just say?" "i said, date me. for 2 weeks, fake date me. just to get my parents off my back." .. is he being for real? you knew mikage reo since you were 5. your parents and his parents were business partners, so you saw each other a lot. it was him, with his little purple bowlcut, at 5 years old, who excitedly took your hand and introduced himself. reo quickly became a close friend of yours - until he moved overseas for his little football trip or something. you hadn't seen him in years, yet he came back, knocked on your door, and made this crazy proposal. sure, he'd grown into a hot guy.. a little bit too hot. his fluffy purple hair framed his beautiful face perfectly, and his curious eyes looked at you, waiting for your answer. his lean and toned arms were visible from the black half sleeve he wore, and traces of a fully defined body were visible from under... maybe this wouldn't be such a bad idea? "so? yes or no?"

NAGI sharing a room

going on a trip with your crush was the BEST thing that had ever happened to you. well, it was until about 10 minutes ago. reo, your mutual friend, decided to sponsor a trip for every one of his friends for reasons only god knows. you all met at the lobby of the expensive hotel he booked, and drew straws to see who'd get which room. reo, being the sore loser he was, (no reo hate i love reo) switched up the straws as soon as he got the shorter one. so, just your luck, right? getting stuck with your crush, nagi seishirou, in one room. you're so gonna kill reo when you get out of this. "uhh, i can take the floor?" you offered. "okay. take it then." he said, plainly. your eye twitched at his pettiness. ".. nevermind!! i'm taking the bed." "hey." he frowned "we flip a coin.. i'm heads." actually, your luck was sort of good. it landed on tails! "this thing is rigged..." he grumbled while getting ready to sleep on the floor. which somehow included taking off his grey sweatshirt, to reveal abs and a body like a greek god.. wait, why were you even staring?? "soo... uh.. do you always take off your shirt before going to bed?"

lovemaiyo 2023. do not steal.

[maochira]

Hi!! So I've been thinking about this for a while and how would(sae,yukimiya,rin,chigiri,reo,nagi)

Deal with s/o who has really bad social anxiety

Thank you!

I used to have (really bad) social anxiety, so I'm writing a bit from my experience!

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, description of an anxiety attack (the way I experience them) in the Yukimiya one, headcanons can be seen as platonic or romantic - your choice!

You didn't explicitly tell Sae about your social anxiety, but he noticed it very quickly. Whenever he notices you're feeling anxious, he grabs your hand and squeezes it lightly to let you know he's there to protect you. If you're in any social setting that requires you to talk to strangers, Sae often does it for you if he notices you're not able to. Besides that, occasionally he encourages you to step out of your comfort zone a little bit, but he never pressures you into it.

Yukimiya was caught off guard when you started hyperventilating in the middle of the crowded clothing store, so he quickly picked you up and ran outside with you and sat you down on a nearby bench. He helped you calm your breathing by making you take deep breaths together with him. Afterwards, he gave you a bottle of water he carried with him and made sure you're okay before bringing you home.

Rin didn't take your social anxiety seriously in the beginning. He didn't understand it at first and only thought you were shy. But when he saw you struggling to talk to the cashier when you had to return an item, he quickly stepped in and did it for you. Afterwards, he felt guilty for not taking your anxiety seriously at first. That guilt returns every time he sees you struggling again, so he's very insistent on helping you with anything.

Chigiri helps you to slowly get out of your comfort zone whenever you feel ready for it. Always small things like asking a stranger for directions or asking where an item is in a store. He's always on your side and holds your hand when you try to face your fears. Whenever it overwhelms you, he's quick to comfort you. And no matter how small your steps are, he's always proud of you simply for trying.

Reo doesn't let go of your hand whenever you're in public with him, no matter how crowded it is. There could only be two or three people in the same store as you, Reo would still refuse to let go because he doesn't want you to lose the safety of his gentle grip on your hand. He knows that makes you feel at least a bit more comfortable.

Nagi doesn't like talking to strangers, but if it's for you so you won't have to do it, he doesn't even hesitate for a second. Nagi prefers to stay at home anyways, so you don't go out in public spaces most of the time. Just whenever you do, Nagi makes sure to handle any social interactions. Also, to avoid you having to use public transport, he usually visits you at your place.

[bachiras-toaster]

arcade date with chigiri?! pls i love him so much HSJSJ maybe the rest of the bllk boys even catch him at the arcade and tease him ????

arcade games and cat plushies : ̗̀➛

HYOUMA CHIGIRI x reader

wc. 3.1k

content. literally just tooth rotting fluff :3

Because of Blue Lock, you and your boyfriend weren’t able to hang out as often as you could before. Which is why on the days that he was actually allowed a to leave, he would always visit you and take you on dates. Today was the same, and this time, he brought you to an arcade.

You and Chigiri had been circling the arcade for perhaps an hour or two now, yet it didn’t seem that either of your energies were beginning to quell. In fact, it seemed that the longer that the two of you remained in each other’s presence, the richer your hearts became; this fact grew more obvious when you even began repeating machines and games, returning to certain areas maybe two or three times.

The both of your pockets were overflowing with tickets, to the point where you had even began to drape the large streams of winnings you had across your shoulders like a scarf. As for Chigiri, he would scrunch the papers up and just carry them around like a ball, only dropping them to his feet when he needed to use his hands in a game. The two of you had stayed in the arcade much longer than anyone else had, so it was no wonder why the both of you had accumulated the most successes.

Soon, the both of you reached the air-hockey board once more, and he dashed around to slot another coin into the game.

“Ready for another rematch?” Chigiri grinned widely, reaching for one of the mallets.

“Oh, you’re on.” A wide smile of determination crew on your face as you watched him drop his tickets to the floor and even begin gathering his hair to tie it back. “We’re getting serious now, are we?” You giggled as he pulled a hair tie from his wrist to wrap it around a clump of his hair.

Chigiri smirked, before he then took hold of the mallet once more. “You know I always get serious,” he said, not even missing a beat as he was already smacking the puck at the other end of the board, his eyes intently following his move throughout the entire duration. “Don’t be surprised if you lose again.” He said with a confident snicker.

“You better put a cap on that confidence, because I’m making my comeback!” You cackled, whacking the puck back to his side of the table. “I hope the king’s been practising his kneeling, because I’ve got this one set.”

“Oh is that so…” Chigiri responded with nothing of his usual snicker, instead taking a more calm approach to this match, as if his confidence was at stake from the threat your words were currently attempting to impose upon his. He then began to make several quick passes back and forth, as his eyes remained trained upon the puck the entire time. “I’m looking forward to witnessing your ego crumble, you know.” He responded with a smile.

“Well, sorry to disappoint, but this game is mine!” You announced proudly, sending back the puck that he hit towards you with all of your strength, watching as the flat cylinder was making a line straight to his goal. Your eyes widened with anticipation as it neared the entrance, your irises gleaming with premature excitement.

You were sure you would have screamed your own victory if it hadn’t been for Chigiri intercepting your connection with winning and returning the puck to you. You had been so keen on your brush with the trophy that you hadn’t even considered him hitting it back. So when it was back in your court, you were caught completely off-guard when it ricocheted off the wall and landed in your goal.

“Damn it!” You yelled out

He snickered, his grin widening as he then brought the mallet back with a firm grip on the handle as he returned the puck back to your side of the board.

“Oh, so cocky,” Chigiri spoke, seeming to have thoroughly enjoyed the exchange. However, despite the teasing remark, his tone stayed calm, not even having a hint of hostility or teasing in it. “Seems like your efforts are futile.” he asked, as though expecting a challenge, or some new comeback from you.

“It was a lucky shot.” You told him sourly as you picked the puck back up and threw it against the table to prepare for a second round. “Watch now, I’m locking in and you’re not gonna score any more goals! Your football tactics won’t work here!”

And well, they didn’t, but he won nevertheless, and you watched with shattered disappointment as more tickets began spewing from the slots of the machine, indicating his landslide victory.

“You know, every game has its own little rule set,” Chigiri said, his tone holding a slight sense of satisfaction, although it wasn’t exactly gloating- more so just a friendly jab. As the tickets began to slowly pour out from the machine, Chigiri took notice- his eyes widening as he stared at the steady stream in shock once more. “Wow.” he muttered.

Your eyes remained on him with a wide smile as he began to gather up all of the tickets that he had accumulated into his arms once more. It was irritating that he seemed to be so good at every game in the arcade that the two of you went on, but it didn’t particularly matter at the end of the day as all you knew was that you were having fun. Chigiri saw in your eyes how simply content you were to be in his presence, despite him dominating every single machine, but the fact was that every single one of his tickets was going to be spent on you anyway.

“You ready to exchange our tickets now?” You grinned as he finally picked up the paper hall.

“Of course.” Chigiri responded, although with another smirk on his face as he stared at you, seemingly to have caught on to the fact that the entire time, the way that your eyes had remained trained on him was to no doubt simply that you were satisfied.

When the two of you had put all of your tickets into the exchange machine and were left with the card that displayed your shared winning counter, Chigiri handed the card solely for you to take as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you into a cute hug while you walked to the desk. You stared down at rhe slip of paper rhat held both of your victories with a wide smile, your thumb tracing over the text lightly.

“What do you plan on spending the tickets on?” He asked.

“I don’t know… We could get anything here!” You told him as you peered at the selection of prizes, the open range of what was available to the two of you being a reminder of how long the two of you hand spent in the arcade.

“Well…” he thought for a moment, staring at the vast array of items as well, before his mind instantly went to the only things that mattered to him in this moment. “How about we get plushies?” He suggested, pointing towards the arsenal of stuffed toys on the shelf. He figured that if anything, you’d find the idea adorable.

“Oh my god, yes!” Your eyes lit up with excitement as you desperately clutched his arm to gesture towards a particular pair that had caught your eye.

“Let’s get those two! The two cat ones!” You squealed, drawing your attentions directly to two plushies that were leaning against each other on the display. Your mind couldn’t help but buzz about how those plushies reminded you of the two of you, and your heart fluttered with the idea of actually getting your hands on the fuzzy cuties.

Chigiri had no qualms with the suggestions, instead following your excited gestures towards the two plushies. “The cats, right?” he turned back for reassurance before approaching the desk, and when you nodded, he made his request to the person by the register.

Once the stuffed animals were taken off display, Chigiri used up the rest of his remaining points to spend it on candy that the two of you could share. He loaded his pockets with lollipops and liquorish before reaching for the plushies, carrying them in his arms back to you as though they were real cats.

Your arms were already out to joyfully take the one cat that you knew was going to be yours, and you squeezed it with all of your might once he handed it to you. Your cheek pressed against the warm fluff of the fuzzy toy, and you cradled the cat like it was your firstborn child.

“So cute.” He whispered when he saw the glow of your smile; he couldn't help but grin as well.

“I love them! They’re so adorable!” You quipped, holding your cat up beside his so you could lay your gazes on the commemoration of this memory.

“Right?” Chigiri agreed, leaning in towards you with his own cat in hand and then moving both toys closer together so that their faces would be side-by-side, their little arms reaching so that they almost looked as if they were trying to touch the other.

He seemed to enjoy the look of having both plushies side-by-side so that they looked like they were cuddling. The two toy cats were left standing beside one another, their tails interlocked as though they were performing the act of holding hands themselves. Chigiri’s eyes remained locked with yours while a smile spread across his face, although he wasn’t sure if it was from finding the cats adorable or from simply staring into your eyes.

“What are you gonna name yours?” He then asked, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly as he leaned against you once more.

“Hm… Akane is very fitting. So whenever I see it, I think of you.” You grinned, holding the cat up to his face.

Although the cat wasn’t actually a deep red like the name suggested, you wanted a title that reflected the nickname given to your boyfriend on the field. The world knew him as ‘the red panther’, so your plushie would mirror just that. It brought him joy thinking about how the plushie had actually been given a name that matched his football title, although he wondered if that would ever cause the toy to be mistaken for him by passer-bys.

"Akane. That's a cute name," Chigiri smiled, looking down at the plushie as you held it up as if it was in fact a cat and not a lifeless toy. “So, what's my cat's name then?" He asked, his voice holding a playful hint as he wondered what name you had chosen to give his plushie.

“It’s yours, you have to choose a name!” You told him sternly, lowering your plushie again to hug it.

“Uh…” Chigiri pondered for a moment, glancing down at the cat toy as he tried to find a suitable enough name. He really did want the name to match his presence or resemble it in some way, as he felt as though this little gesture would be something that he would truly enjoy. “Hm…” Chigiri thought about it, taking a quick glance down at the cat as he shifted his position so that he could wrap his free arm around your shoulders.

“What if I called mine (Y/n) … Would you be offended?” He asked with a smirk.

Your entire face heated up with blush when his arm slinked around your shoulders to hug you, pressing your plushies together with a grin.

“Only if you don’t replace me with that cat.” You commented teasingly.

Chigiri smirked, the side of his head pressing against your own. "No promises." he joked.

The two toy cats remained pressed against one another, the pair of them as if they were a set that had been purchased together.

"I suppose I'll have to take the real version of you over a plushie," he muttered after staring at the prize long enough, his words seeming to carry more than just the playful teasing of earlier, “you’re a lot cuter." He added, his words bringing about a teasing tone once more, but his grip around you was still strong and his cheek still pressed against you.

“So cheesy…” You giggled.

"I may be cheesy, but at least I know I’m a lot more tastier than the alternatives." Chigiri playfully responded, still keeping the joking tone in his voice before adding on another cheeky remark. "Plus, I’m pretty sure plushies don’t cuddle back."

“Well, when you take this plushie back to Blue Lock, you can hug it when you sleep as if I’m there.” You teased.

"Yeah? Will the plushie also complain to me about its back pain? Will it also take up the majority of the bed during nights and leave little space for me?" Chigiri asked, jokingly listing off some of the things you would do when you slept, things that he was already quite used to anyways. "And will the plushie make me have to go to sleep early as well?" He asked just before cracking a grin.

Your jaw dropped before you let out a giggle. “Well, maybe your plushie is just concerned about you getting a full night’s rest before a game!”

"Or, maybe the plushie is just trying to deprive me from the joys of life by trying to force me to take more than six hours of sleep before every match, hmm?" Chigiri suggested, seeming to enjoy this back-and-forth of teasing, although he knew that it was his way of flirting with you.

“Well maybe you could do with a little extra hours of sleep!”

Chigiri rolled his eyes in jest of the comment, making a face as if he was offended as he then leaned his head against yours once more. “And what do you know about sleep?” He asked, the playful, teasing tone clearly prominent in his voice.

“Well, I’ve slept with you a couple of times, so I would say I’m pretty skilled.” You grinned at the suggestive comment. He couldn’t help but snicker as you had made that response, although it took him a few seconds to compose himself as he seemed to be taken aback by the flirty nature of your words. Even though you had slept together several times already, he still was never able to get used to hearing you make such remarks that were clearly intended to embarrass him.

"Well, you do have a point," Chigiri responded after letting out a final breath from his laughs, returning the suggestive comment with one of his own. "Are you implying I keep you awake too often?"

“Not enough.” You shrugged with a smirk.

Chigiri's grin widened as he then leaned in closer to you as though to whisper in your ear, "Is that a challenge then?" he asked, the teasing tone still prevalent in his voice as he tried to match the same nature of the moment, as though he was trying to see just what would happen if it was taken further. “(Y/n)?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you talking to me or the plushie?” You replied, shattering the dark and flirtatious turn that the conversation had taken to return to the friendly teasing, a choice which was received with a chuckle.

"I think I'm speaking to the real (Y/n) and not the toy," he then responded with his own joking comment, his tone remaining playful, but with just the slightest amount of flirtatiousness in it. "Unless... Are you saying you're no different than the plushie?"

“I’m totally different! That plushie can’t give you forehead kisses.”

"That's true, only the real you can do that," Chigiri responded confidently, reaching up to brush back your hair away from your face before tilting his lips closer to your head. "May I?" he asked, leaning only an inch or so away from your forehead.

“You may.” You smiled brightly at your boyfriend, your heart fluttering with compassion.

With your permission, Chigiri planted a soft peck onto your forehead before looking down at you again with so much love in his eyes you could swear he was looking at his world. The distance between the two of you had closed so much that your plushies were pressed between your stomachs as you continued to smile at one another, the atmosphere of each other’s presence filling you with so much desire.

However, right before your boyfriend was able to lean down to kiss your lips instead after staring at you for so long, you two were suddenly interrupted by the sound of excited buzzing as you were approached by a duo that you did not personally recognise.

“Chigiri?!” A voice called out, and your attention was diverted towards a man with black hair and large blue eyes that led the crowd of friends.

“Is this the titular girlfriend you speak so much about?” Another man of the same height appeared behind the one who had previously spoken, this time having a bob cut with a bleached underside.

You watched as the pair approached your boyfriend with wide smiles, eager to find their best friend with what seemed to be his partner.

“What are you guys doing here—?” Chigiri’s eyes widened, holding your hand with one palm as he cradled his plushie with the other, involuntarily shifting you to hide behind him— as if the other two hadn’t already seen you.

“We were also let out of Blue Lock, you know! You think we wouldn’t wonder where you were?” Isagi exclaimed. “We wanted to hang out!”

“Why haven’t you ever introduced us to your girlfriend before?” Bachira swiftly found himself peeping behind Chigiri’s hip to stare at you, giving you a wide and cheese smile— Which you awkwardly reciprocated. “She’s very pretty!”

“You guys…” Chigiri’s entire face had been painted with blush, still keeping you behind him.

You couldn’t help but smile sweetly at the gesture, watching as your boyfriend’s flushed face attempted to hide his flustered embarrassment. So he had been too nervous to tell his teammates about you, huh?

“Don’t just stand there nervously, Hyouma!” You giggled, shifting from behind him to present yourself in a more friendly manner to both Bachira and Isagi. “Introduce me to your friends!”

[koiiiiijiii]

when i said we respect all wb boys here i MEANT this!!

[dulcesiabits]

an artist's swan song.

summary: an injured wrist is the last thing you need before art school applications. no one understands your frustrations-- no one but the boy at the physical therapy office.

notes: 6.3k words, fic, author's notes, discussion of acl tears and carpal tunnel syndrome, they/them pronouns for reader but chigiri calls reader miss artist, takes place before blue lock

The doctor tells you that you’re lucky. 

Lucky that you caught the injury so fast, lucky that you were diligent enough to go to the ER as soon as the numbness in your fingers started, lucky that the damage would be minimal, as long as you were careful.

You stare at your black splint the whole time he talks, tight and itchy against your wrist, an alien weight. So this is what luck looks like?

“You’ll need to do these stretches everyday for five minutes at home,” the doctor says, handing you a sheet of paper with exercises for wrist stretches. It trembles in the air in front of you, before your dad swoops in to take it.

“Thank you,” your dad says, clasping a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure they stick to the regime.”

The doctor nods, smiles, and wishes you luck, before ushering the two of you out. His white coat blurs like a streak of paint as the door closes and he takes off his glasses to rub tiredly at his eyes. Your hand twitches for your oil paints to capture the scene, but they’re still lying at home, half-rolled tubs scattered in your room.

“Are you okay?” your dad asks quietly, once you’re out in the hallway. 

You nod, rubbing at your splint.

“Don’t do that,” your dad says. “The doctor told you that you shouldn’t strain your wrist unnecessarily.”

“I’m not straining my wrist,” you murmur, and he rubs your back affectionately. 

“Still, try not to poke at it, okay?” You round the sterile white hall, and your dad brightens. “Look, a vending machine. Why don’t you go buy something to drink?” He pulls out his wallet, shoving a few yen coins in your hand– your good hand– before you can protest. “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Your hand hovers in front of the buttons as you amble over to the machine, eyes blurring over the rows of canned drinks and bright colors and happy mascots, before you decide on a single iced black tea. The machine whirs as you slip in your coin, the can slides out– and then it stills, stuck right against the front of the glass. Of course.

You smash your sneaker against the glass pane of the vending machine, your trapped can of iced black tea rattling. One kick. Then another, and the stupid can still won’t drop. You dig the heels of your palms into your eyes. You can’t even get a vending machine to work. Because here you are, in this stupid physical therapy office, when you should be at the art prep academy preparing your portfolio and practicing for your art college exam, but you can’t strain your stupid  wrist to pick up your brush.

Something thunks against the vending machine. You slowly open your eyes, just in time to see a boy raise his crutches and slam them against the glass, and, miraculously, your drink drops into the open space below with a pleasant clink.

“I hate this machine. It always gets stuck,” he says. 

Half-braided red hair, slender nose, soft mouth. If not for the crutches and the black brace running down the length of his right leg, you’d wonder if he was an angel, not another patient.

“I want you to model for me,” you murmur, entranced by the way his silky hair shifts on his shoulders.

“... What?”

You slap your hands over your mouth. “Sorry! I– You’re pretty, so I– I! I’m an artist. Was an artist? Am?” you ramble, cheeks heating as your words trip all over themselves and the furrow between the boy’s eyebrows grows deeper.

Unexpectedly, he laughs, then points at the vending machine. “Don’t forget your drink, Miss Artist.”

You scramble for the can, pulling it out and offering it to the boy. “You should have it.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s yours.”

You turn, slipping another yen coin into the machine, and in a few seconds, you have another can of black tea. “This way we both have one. So it’s okay, right?”

He tilts his head. “I guess it is.” You consider him again; he really is pretty, pretty enough that your hands itch to sketch him, to capture the outline of his profile. You’re floating at the discovery of a once-in-a-lifetime beauty, a muse– but the brace on your hand slams you back down to earth.

“I think that guy is trying to get your attention,” the boy says, pointing behind you. It’s your dad: he’s watching the two of you with curiosity, but waves his hand once your eyes are on him.

“It’s time for us to go,” your dad says. “Ah, but do you need a minute? New friend?”

The boy gathers himself, forcibly crams the can of black tea you gave him into his pocket, where it bulges out, threatening to fall. “I have an appointment in a bit. So I should get going.”

Your feet won’t cooperate with you. “It was nice to meet you, um…”

“Chigiri Hyoma,” he says. 

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” you say, then wince. To see him at the physical therapy wing again would mean his injury hadn’t healed. Were you trying to curse him with a slow recovery?

But Chigiri only smiles, a simple act that makes your heart do funny somersaults in your chest. He really is an angel. “Sure. See you around, Miss Artist. Thanks for the tea.”

“Who is that?” your dad whispers, once the two of you are farther down the hall. 

“An angel,” you mumble, before flushing under your dad’s quizzical gaze. “I meant a friend! A friend. I think.”

“He seems like a nice boy. It’d be nice for the two of you to get along,” your dad says earnestly.

You glance at Chigiri one more time, the edge of his face lit in a soft glow from the sunshine, his back turned towards you. What is he thinking? 

At home that night, his profile still lingers in your mind as you crouch amongst your haphazard piles of sketchbooks and discarded art supplies. It’ll be months before you can use them again, so you might as well take the time to clean, something you’ve neglected in the rush for the upcoming entrance exams for art college. 

Oil paints. Pastels. Sticks of charcoal. You’ve dabbled in a lot of different mediums over the years, saving up all your change just to buy supplies from the art store a few subway rides away from your house. Cheap materials work just as well as expensive ones, and it doesn’t matter what you use as long as you have paper in front of you. Your first memories involve you crouching in the living room, a crayon fisted in your chubby hand as you scribble nonsensical shapes all over the white kitchen wall, something that caused your dad endless suffering when he found you.

Your dad did save up to buy you a nice set of watercolors for the art prep academy you’ve been attending, and though he only smiles and encourages you to keep painting, it’s a strain on your finances. Art isn’t cheap, and your only hope is to get into a public art school by passing the entrance exams. But now… it looks like you can’t even do that, thanks to your wrist.

Carpal tunnel syndrome.

That’s the diagnosis the doctor gave you, an illness more common in people three times your age, brought on by repetitive trauma on your wrist that led to a pinched nerve. 

Unusual for someone as young as you, the doctor had said. But you’re lucky, because of the fact that you’re young and the injury is light, so you’ll heal in a few months with rest. 

But time isn’t a luxury you can afford. You were supposed to pass the exam. Get into an art school. Practice, graduate, become an artist. Your dream, once so solid, has burst like a bubble just as soon as you begin to reach towards its hazy outline. Every second you’re resting is a second wasted, a second that could have been spent practicing and improving. 

“How did you get this injury?” the doctor had asked.

Because of art. Because you couldn’t stop drawing, because then it would feel like you were drowning in the water. Freelance commissions. Constant practice. Art club and art academy lessons. You’d forgotten to breathe these past few months, forgotten to eat or rest.

But all of that came back to bite you, in the end. No more art, the doctor had said. At least until you’re healed. And even after that, you wouldn’t be able to keep up the excruciating pace you once had.

You flop down on your futon. Your classmates must be in the middle of class by now, honing their skills. And what are you doing? 

You’re floating in a small boat in the middle of the ocean, unmoored. No oars, no maps. Just the rocking of the waves, unsure of where you’re going to end up, your dream like a distant land. The shape of it, once rendered real with each stroke of your paintbrush, is undiscoverable now.

—

It’s only a month later that you visit the physical therapy office again for a follow-up appointment. The weather has turned chilly by then, a brisk bite of cold that heralds the coming winter. This time, you go alone, taking the subway until it screeches to a stop at your destination. In the hospital, it’s the same white walls and sterile air, a place unmoored from time.

“Keeping up with your stretches?” the doctor asks.

“Everyday.”

“Good! And how’s the sensation in your fingers?”

“Not as bad anymore. They don’t shake, and the numbness is mostly gone.”

The doctor nods. “Perfect! You’re on the path to recovery. Let’s keep the brace on for several more months. Keep up with the stretches, and don’t forget to lay off of drawing until you’ve recovered.”

Your appointment is over, but you’re not in the mood to go home yet. Instead, you wander down the halls aimlessly, nurses and patients bustling by with a purpose. You don’t even realize you’re looking for Chigiri until you spot him in the hospital cafeteria, crutches leaning against the table and poking at a plastic bear full of lychee jelly.

“Chigiri Hyoma,” you say on instinct, his name rolling smoothly on your tongue.

“Hm…?” He looks up. “Oh. It’s you, Miss Artist. Back again?” He unscrews the bear’s head, and hands you a small capsule of jelly. “Want one? My friends brought me this, but I can’t eat all of it.”

You rip the plastic lid off and squeeze the jelly into your mouth, the sweetness sliding down your throat. “It’s good.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Glad you liked it.” The rest of the jelly, you notice, is untouched.

“Appointment go well?” you say instead.

“Yeah. It’s not like I can make my knee any worse. I’m doing stretches and exercises to strengthen it, but…”

The expression on his face makes you ache, if only because you’ve seen it so many times when you look in the mirror: your body, a sudden traitor, and the world you thought you knew crumbling beneath your feet.

The words are out of your mouth before you can process them. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” 

There’s no hesitation as Chigiri looks you right in the eyes and says: “Yes.”

Shuffling out of the hospital into the cold air, jackets and scarves wrapped tight, you and Chigiri make your way aimlessly down the street. He had dumped his lychee jelly with the receptionist with a pretty smile and a “I can’t finish all of this. I hope you can enjoy it with your colleagues,” and then you were off down a block of glass storefronts in bright colors. Few other people were out on the street, so the two of you might have been the only people left in Japan.

You keep glancing at him now and again, his pensive face, the stillness of his expression like a pond glazed with frost. 

“You said you wanted me to model for you last time. Is that why you can’t stop staring?” Chigiri says, without turning to face you. 

You start. You thought you had been careful, but he’d caught you nonetheless. “Um! A little! You’re very… pretty.” 

“I get that a lot. My teammates used to call me princess,” he says, snorting. “That, and Red Panther. Local newspaper made it catch on, and everyone gave me crap about how cheesy it was.”

“Teammates?” 

“Football teammates. I was the fastest on my team. Not that I can play with my knee like this.” His crutch taps a sharp staccato beat on the ground. “ACL tear.” 

You rub at your own splint. “It’s carpal tunnel syndrome for me. I would have wanted you to model for me if it was still… if I could… ah, well, I can’t draw for the next few months.” 

Chigiri nods. “A football player who can’t run, and an artist who can’t draw. That’s kinda funny, isn’t it?” There’s a note of bitterness in his voice. 

“It won’t be the same once we’re healed,” you say matter of factly, words blowing small clouds into the sky. “Everyone tells me it’s not the end, that I can do something else, but… I don’t know. I won’t be able to draw like I used to. I can heal, but… I’ll still remember what this felt like.”

His face twists into a small smile. “Yeah. You’re the only one who hasn’t tried to comfort me, or told me it’ll be okay. Because it won’t be. It won’t be the damn same.” 

Because your body will remember. Even having this injury once opens the door for your wrist to tear again. And next time, it could be even worse. Unrecoverable, even, to the point where any hope of an art career will be shattered beyond repair. That must have been what it felt like for Chigiri, too, and football. 

“Every second spent healing feels like I’m losing time,” you murmur. 

He nods. “What were you going to do before the injury?” 

You cup your hands around your mouth, blowing on them to keep warm. “Art college.”

“I was going to go to nationals,” he says. “You’re a third year?”

“Yeah. You, too?” 

“Nah, second year. This was my chance to win.” Chigiri looks up at the sky, gray clouds reflecting in his eyes. “I was a genius. Everyone told me I was going to do something special. That I could go pro, and lead Japan to the World Cup.”

“But is genius even real?” you say. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well… any skill can be honed with enough hard work,” you say simply. “That’s what I believe, anyways. Calling someone a ‘genius’ or ‘talented’ ignores all of the work someone put in to reach that point. People tell me I’m talented, but… I just really love art. I can’t imagine doing anything else.”

“I never thought of it like that.” Chigiri spares a glance at you. “You’re stronger than I am.” 

“I don’t know if I’m any stronger than you. I still got hurt. Geniuses, hard workers… we’re all the same in the end,” you reply. He doesn’t respond to that. 

The stretch of storefronts gives way to a grassy clearing, a small park consisting of a dirt path and a stretch of trees. “You want to stop by?” you say, pointing. 

“Looks like it could be a football field,” Chigiri murmurs. There it is again. That sad, distant look in his eyes, like he doesn't know where he’s going. Lost, adrift. 

“Teach me how to play,” you say impulsively.

“Football?” 

“Tell me how to score a goal,” you say. “I want to know.”

Chigiri’s laugh is a short, sweet melody. “All right. Let’s go pick up a football ball, and I’ll teach you how to score. Looking for a career change already, Miss Artist?”

“I just thought… I wanted to learn more about it, that’s all,” you say softly. You want to learn more about him, but you bite the thought back.

“Then… teach me how to draw,” he says. “How about that?”

“Deal!” 

After a quick stop to a nearby sports store, you’re on the grassy field, a football poised beneath your foot, while Chigiri calls instructions from a nearby bench. He can’t venture into the field, not with his crutches, but you’re close enough for him to watch.

“Use the top of your foot to kick! Not your toe!” he says, cupping one hand around his mouth.

“Like this?” You try to adjust your posture, but Chigiri shakes his head. You shift your foot under the ball again, but it wobbles away from you. You dash after it, trying to stop the movement with your foot, only to kick the ball farther away instead.

You turn to Chigiri with wide eyes, but he’s smiling at you, his eyes crinkling at the corner. “I don’t know if the football life is for you, Miss Artist,” he says.

“I’ve never played before,” you say defensively, retrieving the runaway ball. Once you’re back in position in front of Chigiri, you adjust your posture again.

“Don’t look afraid of it,” he calls. “You’re supposed to control the ball. It listens to you, not the other way around.”

You sigh, then give the ball a tentative kick, watching it sail across the air, curving to the left. “I don’t know how you shoot it straight,” you murmur.

“It depends on the angle of your kick,” Chigiri explains.

Once the ball is safely tucked under your arm, you make your way back to him, flopping down on the bench. The cold seeps through your clothes, and you shiver. Without a word, Chigiri scooches closer to you, until your shoulders are touching. 

“Football  is hard,” you groan. “The fact you were able to do it… I’m impressed, Chigiri.”

“They did call me a genius, you know? But… I did practice hard,” he acknowledges. “Sometimes, I wake up in the morning, thinking I need to hurry to practice because I’m late, before I remember… my knee. And it’s winter, so there’s no practice going on, anyways. But…”

“It’s important to you.”

“Yeah.” He nudges you with his elbow. “Hey, your turn. Teach me how to draw, Miss Artist.”

You pull out a mini notebook and a pen from your pocket. You always carry some form of paper and writing utensil with you, just in case, and it’s hard to shake off the habit, even with your hand the way it is.

You set the supplies on Chigiri’s lap, and he twirls the pen in his hand as he picks it up. “So,” you begin, “Um… Usually, you have to observe what you want to draw. With sketches, I usually try to measure the dimensions of the object with my pencil, but… you can just try to freeform it! Notice shapes. Everything is made up of shapes. You could try… drawing that streetlight–” you point– “or that tree. You should try watching how light falls on it, too. From what angle? Where do the shadows land?”

“Observation… Shapes… Light…” Chigiri mutters seriously, and, for some reason, he quickly looks at you before looking away. 

He begins to draw, his pen whirring furiously across the page. Content, you stare into the gray sky, before turning to observe his progress. The drawing… well… you can’t make anything out, except for a few lines extending outwards of what appears to be… a circle?

“Chigiri…”

“Yeah?”

“Um… you should try turning the paper as you draw,” you offer. “Don’t just use the pen.”

He flicks his wrist and the notebook slides sideways, but his pen slips and the line curves away. He throws it down in exhaustion. “How do you do this all the time? This is hard.”

“Don’t say that! I think it looks good!” you offer. “It’s a nice… um… tree!”

“It’s not a tree.”

“... Horse?” You say, squinting at the page again.

Chigiri flips the notebook closed. “You don’t deserve to see my art. I’m not telling you what it is.”

“No, it’s okay! You tried your best. What did you draw?”

“I’m not sharing.”

“I played football for you,” you say plaintively.

“...Ugh. Don’t laugh,” he warns.

“I won’t,” you promise, and Chigiri sighs, flipping open to the page he had been doodling on. 

“It’s you,” he says, with a long-suffering sigh, the tips of his ears reddening.

“It’s me? It’s cute! It’s really cute!” you say earnestly, taking the notebook from him. On closer inspection, you can make out what’s supposed to be a… neck? And your eyes. And this must be… your nose and mouth.

“You thought it was a horse,” he grumbles, but he brightens at your praise, regardless of his moody tone.

“It’s a very cute horse. I make a very cute horse? Ah, I didn’t mean to offend you— I really do think it’s—”

Chigiri bursts out laughing. “It’s fine. It can’t be helped if it looks like a horse.”

“Well.. now that I’m looking at it like this… it doesn’t look like a horse. Not at all.”

“You don’t have to make me feel better,” Chigiri says.

“I’m not! I really do like it!”

Something wet touches your cheek, and you look up. It’s snowing, soft flakes dancing through the sky.

Chigiri holds out a hand, catching snowflakes on his palm. “We should head back, just in case it gets worse.”

“Ah, okay.” You stand, and he grabs his crutches.

“Thanks, Miss Artist,” he says. “This was fun.”

“Let’s meet up again soon,” you say. “If you want.”

“I’d be mad at you if you just abandoned me now,” Chigiri teases. “Give me your phone number.”

After exchanging numbers with numb fingers, the warm glow of your time with Chigiri doesn’t fade, even on the ride home. It balloons in your chest, until you’re filled with light. In your room, you carefully rip out Chigiri’s sketch from your notebook and pin it over your desk wall. It’s not skilled at all, but it really is cute.

How long has it been since you enjoyed yourself like that? No, how long has it been since you enjoyed art?

You press two fingers against the mouth of the drawing, remembering Chigiri’s face scrunched up in concentration that afternoon, trying to capture your likeness. 

—

A few weeks later, as you’re slipping on your boots, your dad stops you at the doorway. He tries to smile at you, buttoning his suit jacket for his office job, but it comes off as more of a grimace. You’ve been spending all your time with Chigiri lately, and you wonder if your dad is going to press you about him. 

Instead, he asks, “Have you thought about what you’re going to do next year?”

“For what?” You tie the laces, pat down your coat, but something in your dad’s expression makes you pause with one hand on the door knob.

“For college,” he says. “Do you have any back-ups lined up? I know you’re still recovering, and you really wanted to go to art school, but I don’t want you to neglect all your options! Your grades are still good enough to land you somewhere in Tokyo.”

You bite your lip so hard you almost taste blood. “I was going to take a gap year.”

“Gap year…? That’s okay, as long as you’ve talked to your counselor, but…” His voice trails off in concern.

But art isn’t a viable career option. Don’t pin your hopes on one dream. You need to grow up, to be reasonable, to learn when to quit. Art can be a hobby. That’s what all the adults in your life have always told you, saying it was for your own good, but until now, your own dad hadn’t been one of them. 

You scuff at the ground. “I am thinking seriously about my future, you know.” 

Your dad sighs, a quiet, gentle sound. “I know. I know you love art, but I want you to have more than one option in your life. I want what’s best for you, because I can’t always be here to take care of you. Having a dream is nice, but you’re almost an adult. Do you understand?” 

“I get it. But I’m going out with a friend today,” you say abruptly. “I’ll be home in the afternoon.”

You run out before your dad can respond, but your hands are shaking as you swipe your card and descend the subway steps, the warm underground hair heating up your face as the train rumbles by. Why is it that all the adults in your life only know how to tell you the same thing? Why is giving up on your dreams the only way to grow up? Because, deep down, you know they’re not wrong. The art world is unforgiving. There’s no guarantee of a good future or even a job. But… you thought your dad, at least, would understand you. 

“Did you get any sleep last night?” It’s the first thing Chigiri asks you when you find him leaning against a bench, crutches by his side, waiting for you by the subway exit.

“Yeah, I did. I’m just a little cold,” you lie. Chigiri doesn’t push the issue any farther, but his eyes feel like they’re burning into you the longer you try to keep your expression neutral. 

“Do you want to sit inside somewhere?” he asks finally. “If you’re cold, we don’t have to go too far.”

A swarm of people floods past the two of you, and you press closer to Chigiri, afraid of being pushed away in the rush. You can feel the ache of winter deep in your bones, seeping through the thread of your gloves and coat. The sky is a faded blue, the sun’s light watery.

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t mind going anywhere,” you tell him, and Chigiri tucks his face into the fold of his scarf, but not before you catch the bright rose of his cheeks. 

“Let’s just walk around, then,” he says. 

Most people don’t brave the winter cold unless they have a destination in mind, but you and Chigiri wander aimlessly. Just the two of you, chatting about this and that, pointing out funny displays in stores or commenting on the foods you’d like to try when you pass by restaurants with their menus pasted on the glass.

It’s comfortable with him. Warm. If you had to name the feeling in your chest, you could only compare it to the spring sun. You could go anywhere, do anything, under the light of his smile. There’s a genuine understanding with Chigiri, like a language without words.

When you lean closer to Chigiri, he doesn’t move away. He raises a hand from the top of his crutch, hovering in the space between the two of you, and when you catch his eyes, he pauses, before dropping his hand and tightening his grip on his crutches.

“Are you okay, Chigiri?”

“I’m fine,” he says moodily, but there’s no heat behind his words. “I just can’t wait until I get this brace off,” he adds, so quietly you almost don’t catch it.

You pass a trio of students flying down the street, canvas tucked under their arms and bookbags slung across their chests. One of them pauses when she sees you, stumbling to a halt, her mouth parted. 

“No way! It’s— whoa, I haven’t seen you in weeks!” she says, and recognition jolts through you. It’s Mika from your art prep academy, and the fact she’s here— ah. Of course. Just because you stopped drawing, didn’t mean everyone else would have, too. 

“Hi, Mika,” you say weakly. 

“I thought you dropped out!” she says, and her friends crowd curiously around you and Chigiri.

“Things came up.” 

“Skipping class to go hang out with your boyfriend? I get it, he’s a cutie,” she says teasingly, winking at Chigiri. “And here I thought art was the most important thing to you.”

“I didn’t— he’s not—” you begin, your thoughts tangling themselves into knots. You hadn’t explained anything to your classmates, or your teacher. You had quit when your hand started going numb and you couldn’t keep up with the pace, despite your teacher begging you to stay on. What could you say now? 

Chigiri takes a step in front of you. “They didn’t drop out for something like that,” he says politely, but there’s an edge to his voice. He also didn’t refute their assumption that he was your boyfriend, you realize. “Don’t assume things about them.” 

“Ah, of course! I didn’t mean to…” Mika’s voice trails off, embarrassed. Her eyes glaze over Chigiri’s crutches and leg brace, and you discreetly shift your sleeve further over your wrist splint. “Sorry. Are you going to go to classes again?” 

“I don’t know yet,” you say haltingly. “I might… take a gap year.”

“Eh? But you were the best artist in our class! That doesn’t…” Mika shakes her head. “Sorry. There I go again, assuming things. Good luck with your gap year, okay?” 

You wave her off, and she and her friends run down the street again, scarves flying behind them. Still, the wind carries their voices to you. 

“That’s good for you, right, Mika? Less competition for college! I can’t believe that someone who quit so easily was the best person in your class,” one of her friends murmur. 

“Cut it out, Aki! Don’t put it like that. But… I guess even talented people can only go so far,” Mika replies softly, their banter fading as they get farther away, specks of blurred paint in the distance. 

You can’t be mad. You really can’t. You didn’t give anyone a reason for why you dropped out, and didn't want to explain the truth: that your body broke down. That you can’t keep up. Your classmates, with shining eyes, chase after the dreams that were once yours. Their judgment would have been embarrassing enough. Their pity— and calculated relief— would have been worse. 

Chigiri grabs your shoulders, his face more serious than you’ve ever seen him.

“Are you okay?” Chigiri says urgently, and it’s only then you realize you’re crying.

“I want to draw,” you whisper, tears choking your voice.

Chigiri wipes away each beading tear with his thumb. He pauses at the weak sound of your voice, rubbing tenderly at the wet trails on your face, as he could wipe away your sadness, too. “Yeah. Yeah, I understand.”

“I want to draw, Chigiri. I don’t know… what I’m supposed to do now.”

“Do you like art?” he says.

“I do. But…” The shape of your dream is so fragile. You’ve only realized this now, how many people strive for the same thing you want. How easily you could be buried under the crush of artists, lost before you have a chance to make a name for yourself. One mistake. One stroke of bad luck. And it can all crumble apart in your hands. “But I’m so scared.”

“It’s your dream,” he says quietly. “It’s okay. Don’t–” his voice breaks. “Don’t give up now. Don’t give up. You can heal. Who gives a damn if you don’t get into art college this year? You have the next, and every year after that. It’s important to you, right? So don’t give up,” he says furiously, but you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or himself. “It doesn’t matter what anyone says. It only matters what you want.”

And what do you want? Fame? Recognition? Talent? No. No, none of those really matter in the end. What really matters to you…

“I… I want to draw,” you sob. “I want to be an artist. I want to make my dream come true. I don’t… I don’t want to forget what it’s like to love art.”

“Then don’t.” Chigiri crushes you to his chest, and you sob quietly into his coat as he clings to you. Are you holding him, or is he holding you? You can’t tell. You wrap your arms around him, and the two of you hold each other like it’s the end of the world. And maybe it is, an end to the world the two of you thought you knew, to the people you once were.

“You really are like an angel, Chigiri,” you say, voice muffled as you speak into his chest.

His laugh vibrates pleasantly through his chest and into your heart. “I’m not. I’m not that nice. I just don’t want you to be sad. You remind me of… myself, sometimes.” 

You fist your hands in the fabric of his coat. “So what? You’re still nice to me.” 

“Maybe I’m only nice to you,” he says. 

“That’s okay.” 

On that quiet afternoon, Chigiri holds you until your tears dry and you can face him again. You can’t be a good adult. You’ll cling to your dreams like a stubborn child and never let go, even if you have to rebuild yourself from the ground up, again and again. When you tell Chigiri this, he smiles at you, and it feels a bit like salvation.

—

A few weeks later, your wrist brace comes off, though you’re diligent to keep up with your stretches, anyways. Chigiri celebrates with you, taking your wrist in his hand like he’s holding a bird’s wing, the pads of his thumb brushing along your pounding pulse. 

“Let me be the first person you draw now that you’ve recovered,” he teases. “Don’t I make for a good muse?” You can’t look him in the eyes, because your expression will betray you.

The weather warms before Chigiri can walk again without crutches and a leg brace. When he can, he shows up at the entrance of your school after class one day. Your classmates giggling and murmuring as they pass by him. He waves when he sees you, ignoring all the eyes on him. Maybe he’s used to it. You aren’t surprised, considering how pretty he is.

“Hyoma,” you greet him, clutching the straps of your bag. You’ve started to use your first names with each other, a simple intimacy that makes you tingle all over. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” he says. “I got invited to a special football training project.” 

“That’s amazing!” You clap your hands together. “Are you going to go?”

“I don’t know yet,” he says haltingly, unconsciously tapping his hand on his right leg. “But when I got the letter, I just… wanted you to be the first to know.” 

“If that’s the case, then…” You fumble in your bag and out a square of paper, offering it to Chigiri.  “This is for you.”

Chigiri unfolds it slowly, revealing a pencil sketch of him, mid run, his form blurring as his legs stretch across the ground. You’d sketched it the day after he’d taken off his crutch, and he had invited you out. The two of you had spent all day together at a nearby park, and when you asked him to show you the football forms you hadn’t been able to grasp the past winter, he obliged.  

But Chigiri stares at the paper for so long, you wonder if you had hurt him somehow. 

“I’m sorry if it’s presumptuous of me to give you that,” you say shyly. “I just… wanted to give you something for good luck. Because I know you can do it, Hyoma. You can keep playing football. I think you look beautiful, sprinting across the field.”

“Then I want to give you a good luck charm, too,” he says slowly, tearing his eyes from the page, a strange note to his voice. “Is that okay?” 

You nod. Chigiri cups his hands around your cheeks and kisses you on the forehead. His lips are softer than you expected, and it takes your breath away.

You pull away, flustered, and only now do you see how intense Chigiri looks, the way his eyes are concentrated solely on you. “Hyoma–!”

“If you say my name like that, I’ll kiss you again,” he says bluntly. 

“Hyoma, that’s not–!” This time, he kisses you on the cheek. 

“Sorry,” he says, not sounding particularly sorry at all. “I wanted to do that.”

“That’s… not fair,” you mumble.

“But I thought you knew I wasn’t fair,” he says. “You’ve spent this much time with me, after all. You should have realized by now that when I like something, I don’t hold back.”

“I never said… I didn’t like it,” you protest, and he grins. 

“Then I can do it again?” he asks.

“Not in front of my school!” you squeak. 

“Okay, then I’m going to kiss you as much as I want when we’re somewhere else,” he says, unrepentantly. 

“Fine!” you say, and, in a surge of courage, lace your fingers with his. Chigiri jolts in surprise, and you smile at catching him unaware. “What was that good luck charm for, anyways?”

“For your dreams,” he says simply. “Because you’re not going to give up, are you, Miss Artist?”

You’re still afraid. Of your body giving away again. Of not being able to make it. Of being nothing without art. But you’re even more afraid of giving up, of becoming an adult who doesn’t believe in their dreams, of losing your passion forever. Carefully, this time. You’ll do daily stretches so you don’t strain your body. You’ll go back to the art academy. You’ll keep trying, and you’ll keep drawing, because that’s what you do as an artist.

“I won’t. So don’t give up either, Hyoma,” you say quietly. He squeezes your hand in response.

“You’re braver than me,” Chigiri says ruthfully.

“I’m only brave because you believe in me. So, let me believe in you,” you reply. This time, you’re the first to lean in to kiss Chigiri, to give him his own good luck. Because no matter what happens, the two of you will keep running. 

[mikagecorp]

Reaction to seeing their S/O being so distracted by the boys being pretty and walking into a pole lol, for the ones you gave last time I’m too lazy to look for who it was

Love, Me! :)

i shoulda known it would be smth like this coming from you, but i guess i asked for it

it's also funny because my brother did smth like this and ran face-first into a street sign, and the whole pole rung like a damn bell

characters ━ itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyouma, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, yukimiya kenyu

warnings ━ none

would legitimately leave you on the side of the road

walks off to hide behind a corner and pretend he doesn't know you

absolutely does not want to share the embarrassment with you, and you can't make him

after you pick yourself up off the ground and walk it off, he'll want to check on you to make sure you didn't hurt yourself too terribly

he's not that good at comforting people, but he knows how to take care of himself, so he projects that onto you

brings you ice and buys you a popsicle to take your mind off of the ache

if your face starts to bruise he'll have a panic attack, just saying

nagi legally can't laugh, because he's done this more times than he can count on all twenty of his fingers and toes

either because he was busy playing a game, or he was daydreaming, or because he was staring at his s/o

you might catch a quick smile crossing his face before it drops, but that's about it

if you need to hide your embarrassment from any passers by, he'll gladly hug you and try to soothe you

he will never forget that he saw it happen, though

the only downside is that he couldn't get it on camera

hyouma has one singular outburst before he'a able to control himself

usually he's so put together, but he's the kind of person who thinks that stuff like that only happens in cartoons

and it's not his fault because he was raised to be a reasonably calm person by reasonably calm people

he worries over your poor face, though. he'll be a lot more concerned if there's a lot of bruising from the impact, or if you cut yourself

he's very serious when it comes to injuries, even stuff like that

he might even want you to go to the doctor's office to make sure nothing is fractured in your face - just as a precaution

tries not to laugh

fails miserably

he'll feel bad for laughing (but that won't stop him from laughing regardless)

isagi can very easily soothe your spirits about the mishap - and lets you hide your face in his jacket if you really want

if your head hurts, he probably carries around painkillers and water all the time, so you're covered there

genuinely so refreshing and calm to be around, and the accident is quickly put behind you when he's around

he will undeniably LAUGH in your FACE about it

and he won't feel even the slightest bit bad about it

which only makes it funnier when it eventually happens to him, when he's goofing around and not looking where he's going

it'll likely happen within an hour of your own accident, if not two

and then YOU get to be the one that laughs at him

he's definitely gonna use it for blackmail

now, there's no telling if he's ever going to need it, or use it in any case, but he always wants to make sure

just in case, y'know

you don't even know he has it, tucked away in a photo full of embarrassing photos and text messages that should sooner never see the light of day

but they're there. they're always there

[daiseukiis]

╰ ⋆ ❝ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 ! ❞ ଓ.° ╮

FEAT. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ chigiri hyouma, yukimiya kenyu, nagi seishiro, alexis ness, bachira meguru, hiori yo, kurona ranze

A/ N. when i tell you i went to sephora to smell at least 15 scents and had employees ask me how i was doing five times is a mf understatement. i stood in front of that fragrance wall, sniffed and labeled the smells. srsly 5/10 would not go back unless i gotta, so mf crowded for what. again, i work as a cosmetician and these are opinions i think they would smell like. but definitely if you guys ever has a whiff of these scents let me know what you think!

༊*·˚ CHIGIRI HYOMA is 100% going to wear YSL LA NUIT DE HOMME EAU DE TOILETTE. this fragrance starts off very subtle, which is exactly what he's going for! super aromatic, and despite it supposedly being a spicy hot fragrance ( as in when you smell it, it's kinda warm ) there's this woodsy and slightly citrus smell that gaslights into making you smell this sweet note that pops up once it fully develops on him!! chigiri was definitely surprised at the warmth and kinda sweet smell it had, also his sister helped him chose it.

༊*·˚ YUKIMIYA KENYU with his sponsor BURBERRY HERO EAU DE PARFUM.  this guy is into some of the classics! despite how strong the scent comes off at first, it dials down to this spicy fresh scent. you'd be surprised how the spiciness isn't overwhelming and aromatic as well. there's an amazing cedar and citrus scent that makes it worth while! it really suits him as he goes with it since its long lasting and when he models it gives him a fresh and woody smell. he most like started wearing it after modelling with burberry and just stuck to it.

༊*·˚ NAGI SEISHIRO wears VALENTINO UMONO BORN IN ROMA EAU DE TOILETTE. this scent it is a nice woody but mineral like smell. a spicy hot middle note that gives you that warmth and comfiness when you smell it. very aromatic and slightly aquatic due to the salt and sage! just giving lots of at home and comfy vibes. he wants to go with something that he can wear on an everyday thing, and something that isn't to overpowering. he also doesn't give a shit if its a men or womens fragrance because his parents probably just bought it for him.

༊*·˚ ALEXIS NESS of course wears VERSACE DYLAN BLUE. this is very citrusy and very amber smelling when you spray it for the first time, but when it starts to dry down the scent will not be as strong and it's subtle! doesn't want to put kaiser's eros to shame. when it dries you'll be surprised to smell that fresh but also warm spicy ( like his mf personality ). hint of woodsy and musk that blends together to very subtle sweet aromatic smell. obviously, he would be a frequent versace buyer because of kaiser but doesn't wanna wear the same thing as him! .

༊*·˚ BACHIRA MEGURU surprisingly wears TOM FORD COSTA AZZURA EAU DE PARFUM. this aromatic smell is definitely unique... it has woody and citrus top notes when first sprayed, but there's a marine like scent after due to the seaweed!! this scent is enhanced due to the lavender, lemon and mandarin but what makes it super interesting is this herbaceous!! the vanilla gives you that warm, kinda spicy with an odd sweet smell? honestly when i smelt it i was like wtf is this bc its so different. bachira's mom bought for him 100%.

༊*·˚ HIORI YO wears MONT BLANC LEGEND SPIRIT FRESH. this screams him and i cannot be convinced otherwise ! this scent is something super freshly light, nothing overbearing due to the aquatic scents because of the grapefruit! theres a hint of spiciness but its super fresh because of the cardamom. the lavender and woody scent is giving a nice soft powdery feel. this has a hint of sweetness, you can't really smell it unless you concentrate to smell it but it hides just a bit behind those wood notes. hiori got this one because when he went out one of the salesperson suggested it to him and he likes how it makes him feel like he's not in his home.

༊*·˚ KURUNA RANZE is giving PRADA LUNA ROSA OCEAN. it’s nice fresh scent that has very mild woodsy notes!! reminds you as if you went to the ocean on a sunny day. it's powdery and aromatic and the musky note it has is super subtle! has that hint citrus scent with a slightly spicy note with it but what makes it an aromatic is the lavender. kuruna at first only smelt this because it said ocean, but he ended up actually liking it so he can feel like an on land shark boy.

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[lovelycloverrs]

ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴡ/ ᴀᴅʜᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!!!

Headcanons

characters: Bachira, Chigiri, Isagi, Rin, Nagi and Kunigami (before wild card)

Manga spoilers? idk

Info: headcanons, NB reader, fluff, Rin and Kunigami might be a little ooc

requested? (no/yes) request status: open!

Warning: Meds…? and overstimulation/sensory overload

Note: This is heavily based on my own personal experiences being a neurodivergent person

Meguru Bachira!

He also has ADHD you cannot tell me otherwise.

He doesn’t take meds tho, but one time he did and everyone was so weirded out, he was more quiet than usual and wayyy less touchy, everyone in the team thought that he was angry at someone or something, once you explained that he took the adhd meds thats morning everything made sence. You two are the cutest couple! Both of you share the same hyperfixation over football and every time you stim wen you make a goal Bachira stims with you, he listens clearly every time you info dump about your favorite topic

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

Wen Bachira is over stimulated he gets irritated very easily, everything is too much for him, the lights are too bright, everything and everyone is loud, his monster keep yelling at his ear too, don’t try and go talk to him he will 99% tell you to leave him alone or fuck off and don’t touch him either, even the smallest touch make him angry. The best that you can do to help is get him away from the environment to somewhere quiet, give him a sweet, his favorite snack or drink and wrap him up on a heavy blanket if possible, wen he calmed down you can cover him on hugs and kisses.

He notices very quickly wen you are overstimulated, if he’s talking to someone and he notices that everything feels overwhelming to you he will end the conversation right on the spot, if you are okay with touch he will grab your hand and get you to somewhere quiet, will hug tightly if you let him, well teach you breathing exercises that his mother thought him wen he was little Wonce you have calmed down he will ask if you want to back, stay with him a little more or leave whatever the place that you guys are at.

“C’mon I’ll buy you a candy on the way back”

Hyoma Chigiri!

He thinks you are a little annoying at first, but quickly gets used to you and Bachira.

One time you took meds one time without telling him, you were unusually quiet got irritated very quickly and easily, he thought that you were mad at him he asked you all day what’s wrong, even wen you told him that nothing was wrong he wouldn’t believe you, once you told him that you took you meds that morning he told you to never take it again. He loves to hear you info dump about your favorite interest, will let you play with his hair wile you’re at it, he finds so adorable every time you stim wen you see something that you are really passionate about, he mimics you sometimes heh, you two are sooo adorable together you are constantly playing with his hair doesn’t matter what you two are doing.

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

He doesn’t know what’s wrong, suddenly you became unresponsive and really cranky, he will hold your hand all the time and ask you what’s wrong, you finally tell him that you want to go somewhere quiet as fast as possible, he quickly understands and if he is talking to someone he will politely end the conversation and get you somewhere quiet

He asks what he can do ti help, if you don’t respond he will let you pat his hair until you calmed down, once you did he asked what happened, you told him that everything was overwhelming, the lights were too bright, everything was loud, you explained what overstimulation was and he quickly understood.

“If that happen again, I will always be here for you”

Yoichi Isagi!

He hangout with Bachira for a wile, he thinks you are adorable!

You and the bee boy have to take turns to hug Isagi, often ends up in fights tho Bachira doesn't really know how to share, if you took meds he will obviously tell the difference everyone at the team can, but he doesn't put that much thought into it.

He loves wen you stim and do it with you too!

Mimicked you so many times that he started to do it do is so adorable, this also counts for verbal stimming. He will listen to you info dumping with a bright smile on his face.

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

Isagi helps Bachira wen he has overstim episodes, so he knows what to do, he will brings noise cancelling headphones with, fidget toys and snacks so that every time that you or Bachira start feeling overwhelmed he will hand them to you.

He looks like a single mother handing their child an ipad.

If they don't' work Isagi will drag you to a calmer place with less people, he will hold your hand and talk with you until you feel better.

"Hey its okay, I'll help you honey"

Itoshi Rin!

Rin thinks you are so fucking annoying.

You are constantly talking on his ear, can't sit still for 1 minute straight, if you take the meds one day he will find your behavior a little strange but will be pleased by it, you finely let him alone and stopped talking for once, wen you told him that you took the meds Rin told you to take it every day cuz you were annoying as fuck.

Wen you accidentally info dump next to him he does his best to ignore you, he finds it so annoying, and wen you stim too

He thinks is ridiculous.

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

Rin thinks you are just being over dramatic.

Until you start crying, but he doesn't ask what's wrong he just stares at you for a couple of times, you crying is so annoying to him wen anyone cry actually.

He will just stand there until you are done with you little show

"Can you stop? You are embarrassing yourself"

Seishiro Nagi!

“Where do you get all that energy?”

He doesn’t understand how you and Reo can still keep you eyes open after training, just seeing you run/jump around makes him even more tired but after some time he gets used to your loud and energetic personality, if you took meds he would find it strange that you are acting really quiet but wouldn’t get so bothered by it, wen Reo is not around you’ll have to carry him everywhere.

Nagi tries his best to not sleep wile you are info dumping, he doesn’t think the topic is boring not at all, your voice makes him sleepy but he’ll do his best to listen all that you have to say, will make you hyperfixate on his favorite game, he wants someone that he can play with

He likes to play solo but company never murdered someone

Nagi doesn’t get why you stim wen you are talk about something you like, he finds it cute, till one day he beat one of the hygienist scores in his game without even noticing he was stimming he had “developed” this habit after hanging out with you for a long time

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

He would immediately notice that something is wrong, you were avoiding eye contact, got irritated very fast and would refuse any kind of physical touch even the smallest ones, he would drag you away from the place you two were in to somewhere quiet and with less people

Nagi would let you borrow his earphones, so that you could listen to some music maybe play some games so that you could calm down, he wouldn’t say a word he would just sit next to you till you were fully okay, he would ask if everything was alright and if you wanted to leave and go home, his social battery was dying anyway

“Do you want to go home? I’m tired too”

Rensuke Kunigami!

He fucking loves you

Kunigami thinks you are so adorable, your energetic and loud personality you’re always really exited to train and practice he just can’t get enough of you!

He would love to hear you talk about your interests all day, wile his eating, training, practicing he wants to hear your voice all day.

If you took meds one day he would think that something was bothering you, he would ask all day if you were okay cuz you seem really quiet, until you told him that you had took the meds and that everything was okay he wouldn’t let you alone,, Kunigami loves wen you stim, is so adorable.

He would get fidget toys for you

He read so many articles and blogs about adhd he finds it really interesting and is looking forward to learning more about it <33

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

Like I said, he has read lots of stuff about adhd in the internet, overstimulation is one of them

Once he notices that everything is overwhelming to you and that you started being unresponsive, he quickly got you to somewhere quiet and calm and made you do some breathing exercises with him, he would get you your favorite snack or a plushie to help you calm down.

Thank you so much for reading! This took me a long time to write heh

Might do a part 2 with Karasu, Sae, Shidou, Kaiser, Reo and Kunigami (after wild card)

reblogs are appreciated <;33

[sanjixmom]

Nagi Seishiro icons

[aoshihugs]

" cause you got me good and i wanna be ya boo / if it's dumb, well, i wanna be a fool "

⤿ blue lock boys down bad! (crushing hcs), ‘x reader’

⤿ warnings : none!

I GET SO SHY, IT’S OBVIOUS! enamored by you and doesn’t hide it – or rather, can’t hide it. he might stutter and turn red if he looks you in the eyes too long or awkwardly, but endearingly, compliment you any chance he gets. he feels his face burn after offering a polite remark and hopes you don’t notice (but knows that you do). he doesn’t know where to begin with approaching you, but he’ll trip over his own feet if it means making you crack a smile.

isagi, nikko, nanase, TOKIMITSU, ness, zantetsu

SHOOT, I’M READY, AIM AND FIRE! smooth like butter… or so he’d like to think. has had his fair share of crushes, now familiar with the sensation of budding feelings. slings an arm around you, offers to buy you snacks, notices your new haircut. all coy smiles and flirty lines, that charming bastard. casually asks you to hang out, just you and him. no, he’s not blushing. not at all. match his forwardness with your own and watch his confidence falter. he’s already fallen for you, but he swears he just fell harder.

OTOYA, karasu, kaiser, oliver, reo, sendo, lavinho

GOTTA GET TO KNOW YOU MORE! friends to lovers. he’s the type to take it slow, preferring to get to know you rather than leading with a confession. strikes up a conversation, walks with you between classes, and insists his music taste is better than yours (it’s not). the friendship comes naturally; he starts to seek your company, your laughing fits, and your banter. he’s content with testing the waters for now, hoping one day you’ll dive in with him.

yukimiya, aryu, kurona, HIORI, chigiri, noa, agi, julien, kunigami

YOU’VE STOLEN MY HEART! your biggest fanboy. totally not obvious about it though – definitely not! showers you with praise and attention. loves hearing you laugh and making you smile. he’s your hype man, your cheerleader, your not-so-secret admirer. doesn’t expect you to return his feelings, he’s just happy to be by your side. you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

bachira, shidou, GAGAMARU, naruhaya, raichi, prince

WHAT’S YOUR INTENTION? keeps his distance. whether it’s because of insecurity or a distaste for romantic involvement, he doesn’t make any advancements. brushes you off when you try to speak to him, avoids eye contact, or might sneak a glance at you but avert his eyes when you look his way. wouldn’t go out of his way to be rude, he’d rather just wait until his feelings subside. it’s just too cliché, he won’t say he’s in love.

BAROU, rin, nagi, sae

the feels – twice

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

touchin’ like we know each other !

physical touch headcanons

gender neutral reader

—pinching his cheek

Truth be told, Ness likes to be babied a bit. He fulfills his role in Bastard Munchen like his life depends on it, often playing the cut-throat supporting role for Kaiser and his belligerent playstyle. So a slightly childish part of Ness wants to be a bit greedy with receiving praise and affection in the same way that Kaiser does, wanting to be acknowledged rather than constantly being his biggest supporter. While he won’t outright say that he wants you to fawn over him all the time, he enjoys being coddled by you a lot more than he thinks.

Having his cheeks pinched is something he would never admit to enjoying given how much his team would tease the living daylights out of him, but he likes how you always lavish him with attention whenever you touch him. Sometimes it’ll be a quick gesture to get him to loosen up before a big game, and other times you’ll do it to catch his attention when he’s distracted. But it’s such a cute yet casual motion, it reminds Ness of how close the two of you are.

He also likes the slight contrast between who he is as a person and how you treat him. He’s an athlete with a bright future, and he could literally overpower you physically without doing much, yet here you are, fearlessly babying him and feeling up his face whenever it strikes you. Despite all the rigorous training he goes through, Ness knows he still has a bit of a babyface (and one hell of a poised smile too), so it’s always jarring to think that while he must come off as a ferocious opponent to some players, he’s just mochi-faced Ness to you.

Sometimes he’ll pinch your cheeks too, just to mess with you. It’s cute when you get all flustered and stunned, always used to being the one to do it to him. He likes riling you up only to smile at you angelically like he always does, blatantly wearing his satisfaction all over his face. If you let him get carried away with it, he’ll trail after you for as long as he can. Lying in wait for the perfect chance, he’ll stick by your side as if glued to your hip to swoop in and catch you when you let your guard down. Don’t worry—he’ll make sure the rest of his team doesn’t see you with your face stretched out in between his hands.

“Did I play well today? Yay, I’m glad to hear! Kaiser’s playing is really amazing, isn’t it? It’s fun to see my magic work out. Won’t you reward me for always giving it my all?”

—kissing his eyelids

Chigiri likes reveling in the calm after the storm. After giving it all while playing, what he needs to unwind is something that can take his mind off of things for a little while. He’s still looking for ways to improve and utilize his full potential, but he’s more than his skillset at the end of the day. He wants someone who can hold him and tell him he’s doing great as he is, reminding him that these quiet cadences in between high tension moments are necessary to ground him.

Chigiri finds himself at his happiest when he’s laying down, his head resting in your lap. It would be so easy to just drift away and forget the world as he is, but he wants to stay awake for a little bit more to watch your face and lose himself in your presence. Sometimes you’ll play with his hair or distract yourself by watching something on your phone, but you never fail to lean down every once in a while to kiss his eyes and call him your precious pretty boy.

He never knew such a simple thing could make his heart flutter so much. He’s been stuck in his head for too long, focusing too much on ‘what ifs’ and his own fears, that such a small act of intimacy is enough to throw him off entirely. Chigiri wants to become more graceful at taking whatever kisses you send his way, so he isn’t staring dumbfounded at you with his cheeks turning the same shade of red as his hair. He feels like a schoolgirl with a crush when you beam down at him as if nothing happened, and the butterflies in his stomach are enough to keep him up the entire night.

Unlike some of the other boys who would rather die than be caught doing anything couple-y in front of their teammates, Chigiri has absolutely no issues with it. He’ll smugly walk onto the field after you kiss him good luck, knowing perfectly well that he’ll give it his all as usual when he knows you’re cheering him on so thoroughly. His teammates can only dream of having such a supportive significant other as you, and he always looks to you with pride when he spots you in the seats during practice or actual games.

“Do you like kissing me on my eyelids that much? You do? You’re making me shy… It’s fine. I don’t want you to stop. Kiss me again?”

—adjusting his appearance

Yukimiya is used to having eyes on him all the time. Even away from having people always evaluating him for his athletic career, he’s used to being stared at whenever he’s on the street or being ogled by the people who directly help with his modeling career. He doesn’t think too much of it usually, but sometimes he wants a breather where he can exist without someone scrutinizing him from some angle. This is why he likes being with you so much. You never treat him like some spectacle. He’s your boyfriend, and that’s all there is to it.

And whenever you adjust his appearance, it’s never to make him more “palatable” or “professional.” You do it to help him out. It’s never these glasses will make you look more handsome, it’s you’ll get a headache if you wear your glasses crooked for so long, Yuki. You really have nothing but his best interest in mind at all times, and you don’t care about how he looks. He could be coming straight from a modeling job or be rolling out of bed; you love him all the same.

He especially likes it when you fix his clothes a bit. It warms his heart whenever you take a moment to button up his coat for him or smooth out his hair, your hands lingering over his body enough to make his heart skip a beat. It’s a kind of everyday, domestic intimacy that Yukimiya learned to appreciate while he can. They don’t come often for someone who always has to stay poised and ready like him, and he devours your cozy love like the starved man he is. 

Yukimiya swears that one day he’ll work up the courage and the status to do whatever he wants with you. He won’t do anything rash, but he wants to be comfortable enough with his job and himself to be able to kiss you and hold you in public, to not have to be so reliant on these quick touches and fleeting gestures to satisfy his longing heart. But until then, he’ll ask you to continue being patient with him, and he promises that he’ll return your love tenfold when he can.

“I have something on my face…? Would you mind getting it for me? Thank you, love. You’re always so kind to me. It makes me very happy. I hope you know that!”

—hooking your arm around his

Reo has been raised to be a gentleman, only ever getting aggressive when the situation calls for it. He follows his own desires, refusing to give them up no matter what, and his love for you runs deep in the same way. But he won’t ever let you be harmed by his own greedy wants, preferring to show the more polished and smooth side of him more than the desperate boy within him that wants something to keep him on his toes. He’ll be the ideal boyfriend, being your knight-in-shining-armor (or a shining limousine) and never pushing you into doing anything that makes you uncomfortable.

Which is why he likes it so much when you sometimes take the initiative and confirm that you feel the same way about him. You hooking your arm around his tells him that you like being around him enough to actively go out of your way to get closer to him, and despite all the immense pressure around the two of you due to his status as an heir, you don’t mind being seen with him in a way that’s clearly romantic. It makes his heart swell up with happiness to be parading around the street with you latched onto the crook of his elbow like a normal couple, and with how cute the two of you are, you’re bound to leave everyone green with jealousy.

To top it off, at the end of every hangout or date with him, Reo will insist on escorting you back home. Not only is it a way for him to make sure you get home safe, it’s also a great excuse to spend a few more minutes with you. He cherishes these stolen moments: walking through your town with you right next to him, arms entangled together, away from the chaos of Blue Lock and his family, with nothing but the rising stars and the elegant moon to witness you kissing him goodnight before being dropped off. 

Reo can’t wait for the day where you won’t ever have to let go. He might keep a picture of you like that saved and stashed away somewhere in his room. The two of you on a small date, side-by-side, lost in each other: whenever he finds himself missing you, he’ll pull it out to stare at it before smiling like the lovestruck fool he is. He might even gush about it to Nagi, chatting the poor boy’s ear off about how he wishes you were there right now to cling to him until Nagi eventually smothers Reo with a pillow so he can go back to gaming in peace.

“Hold me tight, and stay on this side of the sidewalk, okay? It’s not safe to walk close to the road. Don’t worry! I’ll protect you! You can always count on me.”

x

[maochira]

Good day! Can I ask you please for headcanons (Neo Egoist League assistants event) about spending time with Manshine city?

Ahh yeah the only team I haven't written for in this series until now!!! Kinda a shame ngl,, also first time I include Keisuke (the older Wanima brother) in something so I'm excited!!

Requests open! - NEL assistants masterlist

Spending time with the Manshine City team!

Tags: gn!reader, just some silly goofy general headcanons, I got self-indulgent about Keisuke whoops, playing Monopoly with them is inspired by that one "I want to see him play Monopoly" (or something along those lines) post about Reo I'm sorry I don't remember who posted that

Series synopsis: You, Claire (@deerangle3) and Mao (me) are assistants in the Neo Egoist League

-the first person you became friends with was Chigiri! In the meantime, Mao somehow became friends with Keisuke in the span of two days

-so at first, you, Claire and Mao just spend time with those Chigiri and Keisuke. Kind of an odd combo, but it took until after the Manshine City vs Bastard München match until Reo and Nagi reunited and you managed to win their friendship as well

-with some miracle, Mao can translate whatever Keisuke wants to say, similarly like his brother always did. She's not as good at it, though

-actually, everyone questions how she became friends with him ad how she understands him as well??? Especially Claire is confused about it (she also makes fun of him for his eyebrows a lot)

-Nagi is the one who asks for the most assistance. A lot of times it's very minor things he could do in the span of a few minutes by himself. But it's Nagi we're talking about. He's lazy and hey, you're an assistant so that's what you're there for, right?

-Chigiri asks for assistance rather rarely, even in situations when he would need you. He just knows Nagi always gives you some extra tasks, so Chigiri doesn't want to bother you

-it started more as a joke, but one time, Chigiri joked about needing your help with brushing his hair. Despite him not meaning it seriously, you still did it and now he loves it whenever you do. He also loves it if you style his hair!

-spending time with the team often doesn't only include the players, but also Chris a lot of the time. He doesn't care about anything becoming "unprofessional", he just wants a good time with you and the players. Totally acts like a dad as well

-like sometimes, you're hanging out with the players and Chris catches you at it, then he goes "WITHOUT ME???" and joins without asking

-one night, you play Monopoly together. Because you're 8 people you play in four teams of two (you + Chigiri, Mao + Keisuke, Reo + Nagi, Chris + Claire)

-big mistake. BIG MISTAKE. It turned competitive EXTREMELY fast and even a fight between Reo and Chris started. You had to intervene because they were about to yell at each other when Chris thought Reo cheated

-in the meantime, Nagi just sat there and watched. He almost fell asleep most of the time

-there was no winner (although, both Chris and Reo are convinced their teams won) because you had to end the game earlier to avoid more arguments

-luckily, that bit of fighting didn't cause any more damage, but that's how you learned boardgames are a big no because apparently, in Blue Lock even that can become as serious as this

[musingsinmountains]

Beneath The Cherry Blossoms

A/N: My entry for the @enchantedforest-network Spring Feelings Event. Dividers by @benkeibear.

Synopsis: Ah, spring at last. The sakura are in full bloom and your friend (and crush) wants to go have a picnic under the sakura in a secret spot.

CW/TW: Kisses, hand holding, SFW, Chigiri x AFAB!Reader, nicknames (princess, honey),

Spring Feelings Master List

Spring has sprung. All the flowers are in bloom, making the neighborhood smell amazing even if your allergies are in full effect. The sun is up and you feel alright. You’ve taken your medication and it’s kicked in so the day is gonna be good. A familiar chime of your phone makes your heart flutter. It's Chigiri, your best guy friend (and current crush). CH: Hey princess! I have the day off. Wanna go out for a hanami picnic?

Your heart is racing, staring at the message for a moment before replying to him.

Y/N: Chigs! Yeah, I’d love to. I’ll make lunch. You get drinks and dessert?

CH: You got it. Meet me at the training facility at 12:30? Y/N: Copy that. See you soon.

You get cooking after you respond for the final time. Your heart is still racing. You move quickly to make some chicken katsu, steamed rice, a simple salad, and some vegetable tempura (specifically broccoli and sweet potato since that is all you have). You layer each bento with rice and a chicken katsu cutlet in the lower compartment, and the salad and tempura in the upper compartments. The boxes nestle into your lined basket. You even pack sauces and your favorite furikake. 

Now that the meal was out of the way, you went to pick an outfit. You opt for your favorite light wash jeans, a baby pink peasant blouse and a mint green cardigan. A soft nod to the cherry blossom motif that is everywhere this time of year. By the time you finish primping, it’s ten til noon. You quickly spritz your perfume, pick a blanket, and grab your basket. It would take you 25 minutes to get to the training facility. 

There are days when the train ride isn't so bad. Today is not one of those days. It’s packed and the train smells like feet. You sigh, focusing on the sights passing outside and before you know it the train is at your stop. You hurry off the train, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. After brushing the wrinkles out of your top and adjusting your hair, you head to the bench where you always wait for him. A soft breeze blows, billowing your baby hairs and the edge of your top. When you look up from your phone, there he is. “Hey, good to see you. Ready to go?” He smiles warmly and your stress melts away. “If you don't mind, I’d like to stop and get dessert and drinks on our way to where we’re gonna picnic.”

“Yeah, that’s what we usually do.” You smile and gather the basket and blanket. Normally as you walk towards the convenience store, Chigiri just keeps his hands in his pockets. Today was a little different. He walked closer to you and as people passed by, his arm wrapped around your waist. You gasp softly as the contact, hoping he doesn't notice. 

Chigiri looks at you with a gentle side eye, making a mental note at how you reacted to his touch. The corners of his lips turn up as he pulls you closer. The two of you get to the store, Chigiri picks drinks and sweets for the two of you. When he reemerges from the shop, he replaces his arm around you and starts guiding you towards the park. 

“There's a place I want to show you,” He leans in and whispers to you. “Do you mind if we go there instead of to the park?” 

You turn your head, looking at him. “Yeah, we can go there.” When you look up, his soft maroon eyes look back at yours, glistening with something you’ve never seen before… or at least what he's never let you see. Pure adoration. 

The journey to this place that only Chigiri knows does take you through the park. The two of you meander under the blossoming cherry and plum trees. His fingers gently gripping your waist. Your path takes you to the other side of the reflective lake. There was a small glade, surrounded by quince bushes in full bloom. Their dark salmon blossoms attract hummingbirds, butterflies, and honey bees. He pulls you into the glade and lays the blanket down. He sits, patting the blanket next to him. 

“This is very private. How’d you find it?” You ask, lowering yourself next to him. 

“I was looking for a place to read over old match notes and stumbled onto this cove.” He whispers, brushing your hair out of your eyes. He sighs, “You look very nice today, princess. Like a delicate flower.”

You blush. “Th-thank you. You look nice too.” “Honey, you’re even cuter when you blush,” his fingers gently cup your cheek. “It’s nice to have you all to myself.” He leans closer, resting his forehead on yours. His eyes close, and you can hear how his breaths even out. 

“Hyoma…” your voice is soft like the breeze as you nuzzle your nose against his. Your eyes are closed and you can feel your pulse begin to race. There's a warmth building between the two of you.

“Yeah, princess?”

“I… I adore you.” “And I you.” 

A gentle wind blows quince petals into your hair as you share the first kiss of the rest of your lives.

Part of @enchantedforest-network Dividers by @benkeibear

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[shadowthief69]

CW for light 18+ w Chigiri Hyouma (no minors plz & ty)

I don't block ageless blogs (for now at least) but I do block blank ones bc bot, plz give any indication you are a human 😭

You cannot tell me that this man does't have thighs for DAYS. He's the fastest in Blue Lock—he's got to. I *need* him to. Straddle his lap, call him a pretty boy, and tilt his chin up for kisses; tease him by snapping his waistband against his skin, trace your fingers down his long, long legs, ask to leave marks on his hips and watch as his face turns the same color as his hair.

He's pretty. He's so pretty. Please, please will he let you grind on his thigh and coo over him some more? He nods, hand covering his mouth. You aren't allowed to hear his cute little whimpers and sighs? Pretty please will he let you?

And when you reach down to cup him through his underwear he does and sounds so beautifully desperate you want to keep him splayed out on the mattress, fucked out and hair fanned out around him, forever (or at least as long as you possibly can).

Pretty boy asks to cum by your hand and he's so beautiful you can't do anything but agree.

[mchlgayser]

FEATURING: football player!isagi yoichi x f!reader

SUMMARY: in which you came to his football match for the first time as his girlfriend

WARNING: minor vulgar languages

It was saturday morning, you woke up in the bed of your hotel room neatly dressed up in your sleeping attire, a note was attached to your phone that is on the night stand table saying; 'I bought you some foods to eat, I'm already heading to the stadium for my training, hope can see you my love' He probably meant for today that you were going to see him play for the first time ever as his official girlfriend.

You open your phone to see that it was past eleven in the morning, you kicked the duvet off your body and stretches your body before you got up and went to have breakfast Isagi bought. There's bread, milk, some cookies and a small size portion of cereal, you eat everything all at once opening the television and switching channels

You watched the news as the time flies by and just like that it was already four, you got up to shower readying your clothing to wear after, you are in your bathrobe getting out of the shower room with damped hair, you were singing centimillimental's song nag in a slow murmurs as you get your jeans and wore it, you used some deodorant and put on a jersey of Isagi's with his name behind it and the number '11'.

You get back inside the shower room turning on the hair dryer to dry your hair as you gently combed it to the back using the other hand. It was 18:03 when you walked out of the room packing your bag and left the hotel room with your phone and the hotel card in hand.

Anri was at the lobby waiting for you as she read a fashion magazine 'Hey, I'm sorry were you waiting long?' She got up to hugs you 'No of course not I just got here.' You nodded at her and then looked around 'Are we done now? Should we go?' She smile and hum

Even if she was much, much older than you that didn't stopped you from becoming her friend and she was just so nice too. The ride to the stadium was slow, there's been a traffic jam near the stadium, people probably here for the match. After what seems like fifteen minutes you both escaped to the back door of the stadium as Anri shows the guard her staff card and let her in immediately.

We entered the hall seeing fans looking so excited as some of them were talking with each other but you were looking for your boyfriend and there he was at the corner, drinking. 'Just my luck' You thought. You was about to go to Isagi but Anri pulled you back 'We can't go there, the hall is packed, let me just send you to the arena.' Just as you was about to protest she already pulled you outside.

Inside the arena is empty, there's staff doing works but you didn't see any fans 'That's because I slipped you in first, they're supposed to get inside...' She checked her watch '..Now..' And it started to fill the arena, people are swarming inside shouting and cheering like crazy for their liked team

You was getting excited for some strange reason and started shouting too, you was at the very front row making it easier for Isagi to spotted you as soon as he gets into the field and you smile at the thought 'I'm going now!' Anri informed and left rapidly after bidding good-bye.

Some old bald guy at the left offered you a banner with the 'Best Footballer number 11 Isagi' design printed on it, you thanked him with so much enthusiasm and used both hands to stretch the banner and lift it up above your head shouting your boyfriend name repeatedly 'I see, you like that guy too...' You turn to him and grinned 'Yes...'

-

The fans died down for a few minutes as they were all waiting for the players from both team to got out of that tunnel, the first team was the opposite team and the fans started cheering again and next was your boyfriend's team. The first to got out was the captain Yukimiya Kenyu following with Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Barou Shoei, Chigiri Hyouma, Eita Otoya, Bachira Meguru, Tabito Karasu and Isagi and behind him their 'somehow' weird keeper Gagamaru Gin

You was cheering so hard your lungs about to burst, you keep shouting for Isagi but he can't seem to hear you, the fans was louder than you were. Obviously.

He was looking around like he was searching for something or rather...someone but he can't see you anywhere. He started to get a little disappointed thinking that you weren't here at the moment but as soon as he sees Anri went from inside the tunnel and sat beside Ego he looks around more and there he sees you with a banner, you waved it around calling for his name with a huge smile on your face

Right there and then he wanted to jump and run to you but a big spanked on the back of his neck made him shout and turns around 'Lukewarm.' Rin was going past him 'Hey!'

-

The match started again after the first half and Isagi had the ball for the moment going back and forth between the player, hand blocking their body from getting closer as he kick and passed the ball to Bachira, It was now a tie 1-1 after Nagi scored the goal at the minute 30. Time passed excruciatingly slow as you watched the guys slowly started to slow down their pace probably tired but that didn't stopped them from continue playing.

And there you saw Isagi sprint to the goal looking for a place for him to land his kick but unfortunately the ball was stolen by the opposite team as one of them shout to get in formation.

He looks so distressed. Isagi. Wish you could be there right now hugging and soothing him telling him to start running again and go get that ball 'Get the ball!' So loud that Isagi heard. He gasped turning to you as he joined his teammates trying to steal the ball and Otoya managed "It's mine now, yer loser buzz off!" He was sprinting towards the goal but just then the other team catched up leaving him no choice but to pass to his teammates and it landed right at Isagi, his eyes were dark and unfazed, he again go for the goal sprinting without even looking at the ball "It's my time to shine you all fuckers!' Again he sprinted without even battling an eye on the ball and "GOAL!"

You was shouting so loud shaking the person beside you as hard as you can and jump in joy 'Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!' He did some celebration running to where you are and climb on something to reach you 'My god!' He was hugging you. So tight you almost couldn't breathe 'I knew it. You are my lucky charm.' Yo relaxed into his embrace 'Thanks for being here and thanks for the shout. You woke me up.' Yo broke the hug to cups his cheek 'Go and get me another goal can't ya?' He smirk at you getting off whatever he was climbing and chuckles 'Anything for you my love. Anything for you...'

'That's why you adore him so much...'

[bachiras-toaster]

BLUE LOCK ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

blue lock x reader stories

fluff ❁ angst ✿ nsfw ❀

GENERAL ੈ✩‧₊˚

·˚ ༘ ❀ dating the bllk boys as student council members

·˚ ༘ ❀ bllk boys and their kinks

·˚ ༘ ❀ bllk boys who love to share

·˚ ༘ bllk boys as your most trusted knight

YOICHI ISAGI ੈ✩‧₊˚

·˚ ༘ ❀ dom!isagi after a match

MEGURU BACHIRA ੈ✩‧₊˚

·˚ ༘ ❁ he loves his girlfriend

·˚ ༘ ❀ he wants attention

·˚ ༘ ❀ losing your virginity to each other

HYOUMA CHIGIRI ੈ✩‧₊˚

·˚ ༘ ❁ arcade date w/ chigiri

SEISHIRO NAGI ੈ✩‧₊˚

·˚ ༘ ❀ washing your hands at 1am meaning

REO MIKAGE ੈ✩‧₊˚

·˚ ༘ ❀ reo and his bedroom mirror

RIN ITOSHI ੈ✩‧₊˚

·˚ ༘ imagine fake dating the student council president

-> ·˚ ༘ ❁ student council president’s gf

·˚ ༘ ✿ boyfriend headcanons

ALEXIS NESS ੈ✩‧₊˚

·˚ ༘ loving like a dog

·˚ ༘ ness being pathetically loyal