#isagi comfort

[goshushin]

かわいいna + かわいい41 = かわいいかわいい

[snaillock]

bllk boys helping their bf through his period

feat. sae, isagi, nagi

am having the worsssttt cramps rn so im revisiting this ancient ass draft (it’s really just from early july) and im abt to have a self indulgent fest with this enjoy!!

tags: afab/transmale!reader, descriptions of dysphoria and periods, clueless but cute boyfriends

sae itoshi

★ finding out that you started your period definitely explains why you were snappier with him despite you usually being so patient with his sassy and curt retorts.

★ you’re most likely his first relationship since he’s mainly been focused on soccer for literally his entire life so he has no previous experiences dealing stuff like this. so if you need anything you’ll have to tell him directly.

★ he definitely expresses his best love by giving you things you need and helping you out in any way he can. so you could literally ask him for anything and it will be done as quickly as it takes for him to pull out his credit card (which is very fast by the way.)

★ he would buy you some expensive teas since he heard they can help with the pain. does he have any clue on how to brew them? no. did you have to walk him through every step of the process by yelling out instructions from the living room all the way to the kitchen? yes you did.

★ even though it was a bit too bitter, his first attempt actually wasn’t that bad at all.

★ he wants to spend way more time with you even if his agent or coach complains about it. he does not care at all. he will be staying with you until you feel much better.

★ during his time off taking care of you, you can tell that he’s a lot more affectionate with you. he’s way more cuddly than usual and gives you plenty of kisses. if you try to bring it up with him, he’ll just deny it, claiming that he’s only giving you his body heat to help with your cramps (when he could literally just buy a heating pad if that was. the case like ok man).

★ despite your dysphoria acting up and telling you otherwise, sae will never treat you any different even when he sees this side of you. you will always be his beloved boyfriend even if he has trouble expressing that to you

★ well expressing that to you verbally at least. once your period is over, he will surprise you with a bunch of new clothes in your style to help sooth your dysphoria in his own way.

isagi yoichi

★ he may seem calm on the outside when you reluctantly told him but inside he is panicking. he’s just desperately trying to keep a chill demeanor for your sake.

★ he has absolutely no idea on how to help you but he is trying his best. he frantically looks up anything online that could help and speed reads through like ten different advice articles within a minute. (for sure has looked up “how to help boyfriend on his period” before)

★ if you’re ever insecure/worried that this whole situation being weird or even uncomfortable for him, then he will instantly gain back all his composure to reassure you that it’s okay and none of this grosses him out. he’ll make sure that you know none of this makes him see you as less of a man and that he loves him nonetheless

★ now that he’s super focused on just making you feel comfortable with your period, he’ll spend extra time in bed with you. he’s more than happy to take a day off and just movies with you (or just naps together if you wanna sleep the cramps away.)

★ he is so damn encouraging. if you’re experiencing a particularly painful cramp, he’ll immediately run off to get you some pain medicine before holding you close to physically comfort you through it.

nagi seishiro

★ the fact that you’re on your period doesn’t freak him out at all really. though he is very confused so he just texts reo every two minutes on what he should do. of course reo is more than happy to help out but it does get a little annoying when nagi asks him every little thing that he should honestly just google. (he’s just so used to his best friend’s help ok?😔)

★ he’s willing to put away (most) of his laziness aside to help you out because he knows you would do the same for him whenever he feels unwell.

★ literally the best cuddle partner you could ask for right now. that 190 cm mans is basically your personal heated blanket with extremely long legs. honestly an amazing deal.

★ he’s more than happy to just relax with you and just play video games while snacking on any sweet foods that you’re craving together.

★ if you’re too weak to want to walk on your own, then he will carry you around the house if you need to move somewhere. he loves doing it because he does NOT want to separate from you once you get out of bed. the only time he’ll let go is when you need to use the bathroom but he will mope around right outside the door.

★ if you express any insecurities caused by your dysphoria, he will put down his game and immediately smother you into the bed, not giving you any opportunities to doubt yourself any further. his body practically cocooning you with his nonchalant words on how you’ll always be a man in his eyes instantly cheers you up. nagi’s cuddles are the best dysphoria treatment (real!)

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[popponn]

sometimes, you wondered if the 'i love you's you had said were enough. if he understood how much you mean to them. if he truly ever heard and took them with him, tucked in a secret corner in his heart.

you wonder, if he knows that you regret not saying it more to him.

"i..." you tried to tell the empty space in front of you. a space that had come to place itself in your life in a presence that resembles a puzzle's hole more than a crack.

something should have been there and you know more than anyone what it is—who it is. yet, it remained unfilled no matter how much you wish to reverse time back to a happier time.

you wish it was all meaningless. that all these thoughts are mere hauntings built up by your own fantasies and when you blink, he will be there. maybe he could smile, maybe he could feign a cool mask, but all the same, his finger would intertwine with yours.

maybe, he would take a step closer to you, bumping your shoulder. maybe, his eyes would stray and look around, while the heat from his body remains just next to you. maybe, full of concern, full of care, he will ask you, "what's wrong?"

but, it is mere wishful thinking.

from somewhere, the strangers' footsteps resounded in the distance and he was not by your side. it would have been like a penitence, like an admittance to no one. so, in the end, you swallowed all your words down.

"i love you," you wanted to say, "i truly do."

sae, ISAGI, nagi, chigiri, VIL, jack, deuce, cater, jade, cyno, al-haitham, zhongli, NEUVILLETTE, wriothesley, diluc, KAEYA, XIAO + your faves.

[acdelmnort]

a fanart of the A Break Well Spent series by HopeyHope on ao3 ! Please go read it if u love these two boys… its so so good

archiveofourown.org/series/3388618

[officialmiintee]

post 4v4 match / lingering uncertainties

[your-local-baguette]

Rather be, rather be

Warnings: not proofread, angst, swearing, may contain dark subjects, proceed at your own risk. Body dismorphia?? Sh and more. Manga spoilers

Info: micheal kaiser x reader angst.(Platonic) This will be separated in multiple smaller parts and also the german used is from google translate so german people pls don't attack me. Yea that's pretty much it..

Part 2

You walked in blue lock after the two week break, spotting multiple familiar faces. Some from the U-20 team, but most from blue lock, you had a small backpack with you hanging off one of your shoulder. You spotted Isagi, walking towards him "hey" you said and turned to you with a smile. "Hi y/n!" He said, you both hadn't seen eachother during the break and you were inseparable during the blue lock 6 month program. You gave him a friendly hug which he returned, you were about to start a conversation but Ego interrupted you, he appeared in front of everyone, still the same as ever. He started his speech, still that creepy smirk attached to his face. You weren't very focused but he gave you ninety minutes to choose between 5 different teams from different countries. You looked down at your phone, looking at the five flags on your screen. You looked at isagi, he seemed to be hesitant, he talked with others. For you, the choice was obvious, aim to be around the bests, pressing the german flag on your screen. "You already chose y/n ?" Isagi asked, curious, you nodded" for me, the choice is obvious" and, i wanna catch up to you, isagi, you aren't leaving me behind. A smirk tugged on both you and isagi faces "try to keep up" he said, accepting your challenge. There was still time, so you decided to go around and greet some people and especially go see rin. You easily found him, when you put your hand on his shoulder, he looked back, the cold glare softening a bit. He turned to face you, waiting for you to state what you wanted. "Hey! How are you, Rin?" You asked "fine" he said, not bothering to ask you back, you had a disappointed look "wow, i'm doing great too, thanks" he didn't say anything" what team did you choose ?" Rin staged silent before opening his mouth "PxG" you raised your eyebrows "guess i'll have to improve if i wanna beat you, huh?" He hummed at your statement "you can try to keep up but i doubt you will" he said coldly before walking away. You sighted and walked back towards Isagi, hands in your pockets, looking at him and the people he was standing next to. You recognized them, but Rin, isagi and bachira were the only you actually talked to, so you didn't really care. A loud sound was heard thorough the room as the timer had ended, you saw who isagi chose and walked with him. He walked in first and you followed behind, the german team stood there, eyeing you all down. Well let's say a few pair of eyes eyed you down a little more.

The discussion were kept short before a small door opened revealing the last person you expected to be here. Kunigami rensuke, you looked at him nervously while he stared back, let's just say you only got along after the teams part. You looked away at the german team and another one of these big ass door opened. You judged them real hard as an obstacle course appeared before you and everyone ran towards it. You got out your earphones, plugging some music before, stretching, isagi looked back for a second but you kinda...flipped him off. You started walking before running, you were pretty fit. You actually managed to catch up, making it pass a few blue lockers although your late departure. After arriving at the top, you dribbled around the cones, shooting at the middle target, a loud bang echoing through the room when it did. There was a little dint in the wall 'fucking shit' you thought to yourself. You just got out the way and waited for isagi who made it up, dribbling around the cones and shooting aswell at the target. Although, his shot got interrupted by another ball, since you had watched your eyes followed the previous ball trajectory to one of the bastard munchen member. You stood next to Isagi while the german player walked towards both of you, you handed isagi one of your earphone, which he gladly took. The man had blond hair with blue shades, he was fairly tall with quite a charming appearance. You looked him up and down. He and his german friend you supposed, were talking but honestly you didn't want to understand shit and decided not to give one either. "The fuck with his bangs ?" You said to isagi and snickered, "freshen them up at least, geez" the friend the dude had handed you guys some kind of earpiece, you took out your earphones "my music...." You said pouting a bit, isagi handed you your earphone and you placed them in your bag. Putting the earpiece on and suddenly the blond guy started speaking. "Better ?" He questioned with a smirk "i already wanna take these off" he chuckled "i could understand you all along, maybe you got lost along the way, pretty girl?" You raised an eyebrow "i know i'm so pretty, unlike you" isagi started laughing "s-stop insulting him i'm already laughing too much!" You giggled and the other dude with purple kind of hair eye twitched. You looked straight in his eyes "that one kinda cute, looks fun to play with" his sarcastic expression disappeared, replaced with a blush "c-cute?" "Was, wirst du schüchtern, Süße?" ( This google translate ok please pardon me also it was : what, getting shy cutie ? ) you said directly in german, surprising them both, his face flushed even more, you smirked at him " Ich denke, mit dir, Süße, werde ich es genießen" ( i think with you around cutie, i'll enjoy myself) you looked at the blond guy " maybe you can have your own use aswell, i prefer the cute ones though" you winked at the purple haired guy " N-ness alexis" he said turning his head away, you smirked" i'll stick with cutie, mkay ?" Not like he had a choice. Finally the master of the team arrived, everyone gathered around him, he explained everything and all the boring stuff. You winked at Ness and kaiser while he kind of struggled to pronounce your name and he looked up at you " just y/n" you said with a half fake, half genuine smile. He nodded and went along the list....

Part.2 coming up soon ( hopefully)

[kitorin]

dear stranger.

in which, itoshi rin is terrible at keeping promises.

contents. itoshi rin x reader, hurt no comfort (just not from rin himself), childhood friends, unrequited feelings (implied), reader is a year older than rin, a bit of isagi x reader at the end, all word vomit it's past 1 am cut me some slack

a/n. kinda short since my recent fics were so long and i need a break (i have more planned anyways)

For as long as you can remember, Itoshi Rin has always been there.

You were two peas in a pod; inseparable, possessing a bond that no one could ever replicate. You've known each other since birth, and your mothers had been best friends even before you were born.

All four seasons and all year long, you were together. Winter was composed of snow fights, snoozing inside of a kotatsu, with a cup of hot chocolate. Gasping while pointing at the gorgeous cherry blossoms blooming in the spring, eagerly trying to catch the petals dancing with the wind. Splashing and kicking up water at the beach with each other, enjoying refreshing watermelon as you both bask within the warmth of the sunlight. Admiring the crimsons, saffron and golds of Autumn, giggling at the satisfying crunch of leaves lying on the pavement.

Playdates or sleepovers, either way you were both over the moon. Screaming with joy and playing together all day, later scheming to stay up all night to whisper each other every secret (all while making sure Sae sleeps undisturbed), only to pass out an hour or two later.

He's the reason why your childhood was so warm, overflowing with happy memories, the mere thought of him engulfing with you warmth.

You didn't go to the same preschools and daycares, yet you were still each other's bestfriend, and it was going to stay that way forever, if you did start primary a bit earlier than him.

"Mama what do you mean Rin won't come to school?!" The weather perfectly suited your mood, rain hammering against the roof and windows. Five year old you pouted, refusing to believe what you and his mother just announced. In protest you slammed the table, standing up.

"y/n, calm down. Rin's still going to primary as well. Just not at your school." Your mum orders you to sit down, and you obey reluctantly, as she continues throwing ingredients into the hot pot.

"But why?" A disappointed whine leaves your lips. "I want to learn more with Rinnie."

"It's okay." Rin's mother pats your hair, moving it out of your face to prevent it getting into your food. "You'll still be best friends, your mother and I didn't go to the same one either. We even grew up in different towns."

"But I want Rin at my school." Your mum sighs at how stubborn you were being.

"y/n I'll still be your bestfriend, I always will no matter what."

"But what if you find someone else." Your voice begins breaking, and your mother panics as she senses a mental breakdown, noticing early tears beginning to accumulate on your lash line.

Rin holds out his pinky. "I promise! We'll be together until we grow-, no, for the rest of our lives."

You intertwine his pinky with yours, it's so warm and soft, and his dedication makes you grin. "Promise! You're not allowed to break it."

"I swear on my life! You're not allowed to either." Both of you break out into a giggle, which earns a proud 'awwww' from your mothers, with hints of relief subtlety thanking Rin for preventing a mental breakdown from you.

That lunch had to be one of your favourites, Rin and his puppy eyes were adorable, even if his 'promise' lacked honesty and truth.

"Rin." No answer.

"Riiiin." Still no answer.

"Itoshiiii?"

He finally responds. "What?"

"Get off your phone. Talk to me." You frown, wondering what was so interesting that he'd avoid talking to you entirely, despite coming over to your house. So far all he did was remain seated in your chair, eyes focused onto the screen.

"No. It's important. 't's for an upcoming game." He doesn't even look away from his phone.

"Is it stressful? Do you want to talk about i-?"

"Shush."

You don't bother pushing the conversation, if he'd choose it over you it must've been a significant match. You spend the rest of your time reading a book, occasionally glancing at Rin.

Nothing happened.

"So, how's Rin?" Your mother asks before you sleep, doing one last check before heading to her room.

"He's good, really busy with soccer."

"You've been saying that all year. Is soccer all you talk about? What about school? Are his grades alright? How's he adapting to middle school?"

You open your mouth to answer, only to come to a horrible conclusion. You don't know. Rin's the boy you've spent over a decade with, the one who knows everything about you and you know everything about him.

Yet you can't say anything about him, aside for his dedication to soccer, which is something anyone could tell about him.

"Oh yeah! He gets along really well with his teammates, he's doing well." Before your mum suspects anything, you hastily lie, something that's not unrealistic nor concerning enough for your mother to feel the need to check. You force a yawn, hoping your mum stops asking and goes to sleep soon.

Your strategies work, as she quickly wishes you good night, leaving your room. Now you're free to start worrying.

'You've been saying that all year' now that you're finally taking it into consideration, she's right.

Because there's quite literally nothing else to tell her.

You're trying to count, trying to count how many hangouts resulted in him being glued to his phone, only stopping when your parents announce dinner.

Suddenly your lip's quivering, and anxiety blurs your vision as you feel tears gathering in your eyes.

It's still unknown to you why it's taken you forever to notice, but it's like a truck driving into you; heavy and brutal. Now that you've thought about it, you haven't properly hung out in forever, all he does is do something soccer related.

You understand having a passion. Not his cold treatment towards you, the one that was supposed to be his bestfriend.

It's just temporary, a middle school team can't even compare or come close. Rin's current behaviour was merely an attempt to adjust to middle school life, give it a year or two then you'll go back to laughing all day and building sandcastles.

"Seriously? She did that?" Rin's mum almost yells, shocked at the events recounted by your mother.

"Shhhh. Rin's sleeping."

"Poor thing... must be tired from training all the time."

You walk into the conversation halfway, blanket in hand, making your way to Rin's resting figure on the bean bag.

Gosh, he looks stunning.

His defined jaw, long eyelashes adorning his face, his bangs which rested right above his eyes, everything about him looked perfect, even if he was sleep. Even his lips look kissable in this state. You ignore that thought and carry on with what you were doing.

You're gentle and careful, ensuring you don't move the bean bag and draping your blanket over him. There's concern clouding your heart, the other day only his mum came over, apparently he had stayed home to sleep all day. You prayed his sleep schedule was okay, as you went to join your mum.

"C'mon eat more." Rin's mum smiles, she completely contrasts Rin, warm and welcoming. "Thank you for always being so nice to him. You're only a year old yet you're so much more mature. He's really lucky to have you."

If only Rin thought that. If only this 'friendship' continued because of him, instead of the close friendship between your mothers.

Your attempts to figure out what happened were fruitless, almost instantly being dismissed.

If only soccer didn't take over his life, no, if only you had stuck together during your education.

You feel so foolish, the overwhelming guilt strangling you won't go away, not even both of your mothers believe you're still bestfriends, little do they know Rin doesn't see you that way anymore. You're now essentially just strangers now,

If only he kept that stupid pinky promise.

"So Rin was that kind of person." Yoichi hums, still staring at the picture that was hidden in your desk. It's the two of you during the peak of what was supposed to be an eternal friendship, where you had an arm tightly wrapped around him. Even over a decade later you see it as a way to rub salt into the wound.

"Yeah." It wasn't easy but you ended up explaining you and Rin to your boyfriend, Yoichi. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, fighting the urge to cry. Merely talking about him replicates the pain of that night, when you realized how truly meaningless you are to him.

"Hey." He's quick to notice your discomfort, wrapping his arms around you, lovingly patting your back. "It's okay." He whispers in your ear.

"It's not your fault."

That's what made you lose it, a choked cry and tears now streaming down your cheeks.

All this time you've been questioning if you were ever worth loving, all because someone who claimed to stay by your side forever disappeared so easily.

"It's okay, everything's okay." He continues to repeat. "I'm right here, okay? Let it all out. I'm not going anywhere."

You cling onto him, like a child. It was almost embarrassing to behave this way, weeping over someone who's probably forgotten you by now.

"'m sorry- I shouldn't be upse-"

"No. Don't treat yourself like that." Yoichi refuses to listen to anything negative about you, and that includes anything self deprecating. He carries you to your bed, placing you down gently, and joining you. Yoichi peppers you with light kisses, warmth ghosting over your face.

And he's right. You had every right to be hurt to this day. He was your bestfriend, your other half, and Rin himself took that all away from you heartlessly. The least he could've done was at least express that he wanted nothing to do with you.

"I promise you, I'm going to destroy him during our next game. I don't care if we're on the same team, I'm scoring more goals than him no matter what. No one deserves to treat you like that." Yoichi goes for a deeper kiss this time, rough, calloused hands cupping your cheeks. "Don't even think about saying you weren't good enough for Rin. You're perfect." Even after pouring your heart out and bawling because of it, you can't help but smile.

You're finally coming to terms with it, that the Rin who you'd play tag with along the graceful shores of Kamakura, was now a mere stranger to you, one that you'll hold dear to your heart.

tagging. @kiyumiya

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[verysium]

明星: milk, honey, & celestial bodies

ft. rin itoshi, sae itoshi, isagi yoichi

summary: the world can only revolve around one itoshi, but rin already knows it isn't him. basically a rin-centric character study from birth to u-20 arc combined with a very subtle hint of rinsagi. cw: some swear words and an unhealthy dose of teen angst; putting the diss in dysfunction; rin being pathetic in general; the sky, the stars, the sea; poetic prose and a whole lot of niche references; spoilers for u-20 arc and spin-off novels.

word count: 14k+ (so far)

status: ongoing; updates are sporadic.

table of contents:

01 // arrival

02 // departure

03 // reunion

04 // resurrection

© verysium 2023 / please do not translate, repost, or plagiarize any of my works

[averysmolbear]

CW: This features a female or afab reader. There’s talk of their menstrual cycle and all that that includes (albeit not graphically or anything). There’s maybe a pet name or two in there. Reader and unspecified “boyfriend” are both adults in this scenario. It’s also an established relationship with the reader and their boyfriend living together.

A/N: I wrote this because I’m going through it right now and it’s cathartic. I won’t be offended if anyone passes on reading it because of the subject matter. I didn’t include any specific character as the “boyfriend” in this and any characters I tag for it aren't the only characters that you could replace “the boyfriend” with when you’re reading this. I just tagged some of my faves and a few others.

You really should have been prepared for this. You knew it was coming, even if you couldn’t always time your period down to the day. Usually you stocked up in the days before you assumed your period would start but this month you had been so stressed that you hadn’t been paying attention.

You didn’t notice all of the usual signs. Sure, you were maybe a bit more emotional than normal but with everything going on lately, it was easy to assume it was just the stress piling up on you. You dealt with bouts of insomnia regularly as well so that didn’t even register as a sign of what was to come.

Now here you were, laying in bed, curled up in the fetal position — or as close as you could get to it — as you felt the cramps kicking your ass. They weren’t always this bad but this month was clearly not going to be kind to you. You weren’t in tears but you certainly weren’t looking to move any time in the near future.

The problem was that you kind of needed to get out of bed. You moved slowly, uncurling yourself, as you moved to sit on the edge of your bed. You could hear the tv on in the living room but you missed the sound of your boyfriend’s footsteps as he made his way down the hall to pop his head into the bedroom.

“Hey, babe?”

You looked up and forced a smile. After all, you didn’t want to be a bother. You had dealt with this sort of thing for years now. You didn’t want to make him deal with it too.

Your skin, however, was paler than usual and there were dark circles under your eyes. Your boyfriend had noticed you tossing and turning last night which is why he let you sleep in this morning without trying to get you up when he got up. But it was getting later and he had only wanted to see if you were hungry. Now, however, he was worried.

“You feeling okay?” He walked over to sit down next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders when you rested your head on his shoulder. “What can I do to help?”

You looked up and could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. You shrugged and when he nudged you gently, you sighed, giving in.

“I just want to curl up on the couch,” you finally said. “Can you help me?”

His brow furrowed and without you asking, he scooped you up and carried you into the living. He carefully set you down on the couch before standing in front of you with his arms folded across his chest.

“What do you need?”

You started to shake your head but he frowned and you know that putting up a front wouldn’t work. “Can you grab me a glass of water while I run to the bathroom?”

He nodded, already piecing together what might be going on. He watched you until you disappeared down the hall and then he got the water for you as well as some of your favorite snacks, making sure there were more sweet than savory options for you.

When you got back to the living room, you had changed into a pair of his sweatpants, drowning in them but comfortable. He smiled softly and handed you the water and gestured to the table filled with snacks. You softly laughed before taking a couple of pills to help with the pain and swallowing it down with a couple of sips of water.

He pulled you close so you could rest against him while you stretched out a bit on the couch. He handed you his phone, already opened to a delivery app.

“It’s almost noon. Pick something for lunch,” he explained as you looked up at him. “Whatever sounds good to you. And if you need me to run to the store, I can. Whatever you need, okay?”

You nodded, your attention drifting to the phone as you felt your boyfriend press a soft kiss to the top of your head. After picking something to order, you handed the phone back and snuggled in as much as you could, the warmth of your boyfriend’s body helping to soothe some of the pain you felt.

He rested a large hand on your stomach, slipping it innocently under the bottom hem of your shirt. As you glanced up, you saw him looking down at you with a light blush on his cheeks. You happily sighed and scooted just a bit closer to your boyfriend.

You might not feel the best right now but at least you knew he didn’t see you as a bother today. And hopefully a lazy day at his side would help as well. You knew he was going to spend the rest of the day pampering you but today, of all days, you were going to let it happen because you knew you needed it today more than ever.

And sometimes it was nice to be reminded that you weren’t a bother and that your boyfriend would move heaven and earth to make sure you were taken care of.

[hqfeatbetty]

Begin Again: Isagi Yoichi

Your last relationship wasn’t the best; actually, it was the most terrifying, toxic, awful relationship a human being can experience.

So when you broke up with your finally-ex-boyfriend, you decided to focus on yourself and your study/work, to have fun and go out with your friends, to develop a healthy life overall; falling in love again is not on the list.

But little did you know what the future was holding up in its sleeve. 

Because who would have thought that you would meet isagi yoichi; the egoist that blue lock presented to the crowd a few years ago.

Who would know that your heart is going to skip a beat every time you see him as if you were a school girl having a crush on the ace of the school.

Who would notice the little blush dusting your cheeks when he compliments your dress that you chose after spending hours deciding which is the best outfit to impress him. that night he took a lot of pictures of you and set the one where you were smiling with your pretty eyes closing his new wallpaper.

Who would have expected that he’s going to be in time for your dates, not even late by a minute; knocking on your door with your favorite flowers in his hand. 

Who would have imagined that he’s going to put you first, he will be thoughtful of your every need and want, considerate of your feelings and emotions, be there for you in your worst and best.

Who would realize that not all love ever does is break and burn and end; because here you are, between isagi's arms, watching it begin again.

[milaisreading]

Yeah....

[snaillock]

★ ‘cause my love is mine, all mine

i love mine, mine, mine

you were always used to receiving love if there was a catch. if there was something for you to prove, to earn. all you’ve known is wearing yourself down needlessly for another. just to receive even a fraction of affection you desperately craved from them. you never knew it was possible to be loved unconditionally,

to be loved without any strings attached,

to be loved without the fear of being a burden,

to be loved without any doubts.

over time, after failed after failed connections, the walls of steel around your wilting heart only grew stronger and stronger. the idea that there was someone gentle enough to take them apart piece by piece, someone patient enough to nurse your weakened soul back to health never existed in your mind.

you never knew there was someone out there who could finally prove to you that you’re truly deserving of being loved.

until you met him.

★ - ISAGI, REO, kunigami, BACHIRA, hiori, yukimiya

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[popponn]

a seat beside you. [isagi yoichi x reader]

notes: reader's gender unspecified, however mentioned to wear make up to cover up eyebags.

Isagi Yoichi doesn't really pay attention to many things that are not soccer. But, it was hard not to notice things about his seatmate. The one who was seated a few centimeters away from him every day—

You, the star student everyone relies on.

He knew that this was a way for his teachers to scold him to pay more attention to the class. Because if not so, then there was no reason to purposely put him—a student who is mediocre at most and forgetting assignments at worst—next to a perfect record of equally perfect scores like you. But, it wasn't as if it was a bad thing.

You helped Yoichi a lot by pointing at his textbook to where the teacher was explaining whenever he blanked out, explaining some parts on breaks when he asked, and even at some point you started to teasingly remind him about the homework through text.

All in all, you were very pleasant to have.

But, it truly was hard to not notice some things about you too as time went on.

Sometimes, your shoulder sagged and you had a faraway look on your face. At other times, your laugh comes out just a bit too stilted than usual. And just recently, the eyebags you hid under a tiddly applied makeup started to show up even more often.

At some point, to him, it became so easy to tell whenever you push yourself too much.

Yoichi was not quite sure he was close enough to ask you about things like this. He is just some classmate who happened to have his seat beside you and your number saved in his phone. He was also definitely not the best at reaching out to people effortlessly without any hint of awkwardness. Yoichi's anxious heart urged him to just stay silent—and it would not be wrong. He was simply not crossing the line of 'classmates' between the two of you.

But, it also felt wrong to do that.

You are a kind person. Yoichi didn't know many things about you, but you are indeed someone who helped him even when you didn't have to. You are also the only one who cared enough to ask him about his practice and how he was doing in class—it felt wrong to just ignore everything and watch you keep up the act in silence for whatever reason you might had.

That was why, during that Friday, Yoichi braved himself to ask you, his tone shushed, even as the class started to grow emptier.

"Hey, listen, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but... are you okay? You look tired recently, so..."

And when he got a tired smile and a nervous laugh from you, let out through sagged shoulders and a long sigh with a hint of relief mixed in it, Yoichi felt so glad he chose to.

notes: isagi is an observant person, and there are some people who keep up the "mask" more than anyone else. but don't you think when you are in close proximity with someone every day, you can't really help but notice things about them? isagi is very soccer-headed, but he is kind and not an ungrateful person i think. this thing is a bit more mellow than my usual ones since the main feeling here is "ah, someone who keeps up a mask a lot of time contrasts isagi a lot. but if you think about it, isn't someone like isagi a good match for someone like that too in some degree?". also at the time when i wrote this, my feelings were a bit heavy, but in the end, i still enjoy writing even under such a feeling. I hope to come back to this idea again one day. in the tone of 'developing romance' and such, especially with isagi who seems to understand how it was to accommodate other people. i will think more about this premise again someday, it seems fun to explore more. all in all, think of it as another "more of a prologue meet cute" thing.

[hyuge]

Japanese Rose

It started with a single yellow petal—small, delicate, virtually unnoticeable. One petal became two, then three, then four. Meguru brushed it off at first. He had heard the warnings about how it was dangerous to ignore the flowers that bloomed, but he didn’t think it was necessary to worry. He knew the source of the flowers. He had identified the genus, Kerria japonica, after looking up the petals online. They said it was bad to wait, but he had never met anyone that had suffered from the disease before. Could one count it as suffering when it was a confirmation of his love? It was beautiful, much like the yellow petals. They sort of looked like Sakura but instead of growing on trees, they grew in bushes. That made sense. All his life he had been on the ground with the dirt and the weeds, never one to be held in high praise and tower over others like a mighty tree.

Kerria japonica grew on mountain slopes and often scrambled over other vegetation and rocks. That made sense too. Meguru thought his love might seem suffocating. His feelings were grand, too big for the recipient to handle. It would weigh them down, snuff out the light in their eyes, so he kept his lips sealed. He zipped his mouth shut like a body bag headed for the morgue. His love may be grand and suffocating but he loved that he loved. Meguru kept every single flower he coughed up. When the old ones dried, he pressed them into bookmarks. He covered the pages of his journal. He filled shadow boxes with every loose petal. The ones that had droplets of blood were his favorite. They showed the depth of his love. The slowly growing vines that twisted in his lungs were monstrous. He had a monster in him, and he welcomed it with open arms.

Meguru didn’t want to completely keep his love to himself. He wanted to shower the source of his affection in his love, even if it might be suffocating. He started to anonymously share his love with his classmate and dorm neighbor, Isagi Yoichi. Meguru didn’t want to startle Isagi. He had to go about it strategically otherwise Isagi might not understand the monster that dwelled within him. He slipped one of the bookmarks pressed with dried yellow flower petals under Isagi’s door and waited. He smiled when Isagi noticed it. Isagi looked down the hall, left, then right, then waved the bookmark in the air. “Did anyone drop this?”

No response. Isagi took it into his room.

Meguru repeated the action a week later. Yet another bookmark was left tucked under Isagi’s door. His blue eyes widened in surprise to see a near identical bookmark. He tried again, but still no one claimed it. Again, he took it into his dorm. Meguru knocked on the door and cocked his head when Isagi answered. “Everything okay, Isagi?” His yellow eyes glinted with a hint of understanding.

Isagi nodded and opened his door to allow Meguru to step inside. “Yeah. I’m good. How are you, Bachira?”

The small talk was trivial, but Meguru felt a flutter in his chest, and he knew more flower petals were on their way. He spied the matching bookmarks on Isagi’s desk, and his cheeks warmed with satisfaction. Isagi kept them. He could have thrown Meguru’s love away but he didn’t. He left shortly after. He had to hurry to his room to cough up more petals. Meguru coughed into a basket, catching each petal as it fell from his lips like the confession he refused to spill. There were more now. They didn’t come out as one or two. It was usually ten or twenty, maybe more.

Bachira Meguru loved Isagi Yoichi, and the depth of his love grew every day. It twisted and coiled within his lungs. Some days it was hard to breathe but he powered through it. Meguru did not want to leave Isagi’s side. He skipped along as they crossed campus to their literature class. Meguru spun from a streetlamp that lined the sidewalk, holding the palm of his hand against the smooth metal surface, his face but a few inches from Isagi’s. Isagi’s eyes widened at the proximity.

“Bachira?”

Meguru smiled. He loved the sound of his name on Isagi’s pretty lips. He’d like to press his own against them—feel the warmth, taste his tongue, maybe share petals that spew out of his own mouth and let them fall into Isagi’s. Meguru believed Isagi had a monster in him too, they just weren’t the same. If they were, Isagi would understand him without Meguru having to explain it.

“I’m looking forward to class,” said Meguru. Then, he let go of the lamppost and skipped the rest of the way to the literature building, leaving Isagi to trail after him.

Meguru knew he should take things more seriously. Hanahaki was not a disease to be trifled with, but he wasn’t concerned. Even with the petals turned into whole flower blossoms, he still wasn’t concerned. The flowers were pretty. The coughing was painful, but it was worth it. He received these beautiful yellow flowers in exchange for a coughing fit. Just like the petals, he kept every single one.

It hurt to breathe now thanks to the vines. Meguru was more lethargic since he couldn’t get air in his lungs as easily. He would have to stop to catch his breath when walking or lay down in his room for long stretches of time. Everyone took notice, Isagi especially.

“Bachira, what’s going on with you?” Isagi leaned over Meguru as he laid in his dorm bed. Meguru waved him off.

“I’m fine, Isagi. Class has just been hard lately.” Meguru rolled onto his side. His chest ached and he could feel another coughing fit coming on. “I’ll be fine. You go on without me. I just want to rest.”

Isagi hesitated before saying goodbye and leaving Meguru alone. It was fine. He just had to get through the coughing. Just the fact that Isagi cared about his well-being was enough to put a smile on Meguru’s face. The flowers bloomed from his mouth with each cough that wracked his body. They were bright, yellow, bloody, and beautiful.

“The monster loves Isagi,” Meguru muttered to himself before falling asleep.

Things only seemed to progress from that point on. It was impossible to hide the coughing, though Meguru did everything he could to keep the flowers and petals from being visible. He would shove fistfuls of flowers into his jean pockets and the inside of his backpack. Anywhere he could stash them on his person, he would. It worked fine, until one afternoon when he had a coughing fit so bad that he blacked out. When he came to, he was laid out on a cot in the campus infirmary. Isagi sat beside him with a worried look etched in his brows.

“Bachira Meguru, I knew you would go it alone in the end, but I never expected this.” Isagi held up a fistful of yellow flowers. The Kerria japonica looked beautiful balanced in the palm of his hand.

Meguru tried to speak but his throat hurt too much. It was raw, he could taste blood on his tongue, and his lips were painfully cracked.

“Don’t speak.” Isagi dropped the flowers onto the bed beside Meguru, then pulled a bottle of water out of his bag and unscrewed the lid. He held it out for Meguru to sip on, then sighed. “I recognize these,” he said. Isagi reached into his bag again. Two bookmarks with yellow flower petals were in his other hand. “I thought they were strange, but I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out. They were handmade, after all. You have Hanahaki and you didn’t say anything.” Isagi studied the bookmarks intently, then flicked his gaze to the pile of flowers on the bed. “It’s me, isn’t it?”

There was no denying it now. He already knew the truth. Meguru nodded his head, his throat still too raw to speak.

“Well… That’s a relief.”

Meguru cocked a brow and tilted his head to the side. Why would it be a relief that the source of his Hanahaki Disease was Isagi? He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Isagi dropped the bookmarks, he set the water aside, and rested one hand on the mattress of the cot as he leaned in. His warm lips pressed against Meguru’s and his dark eyelashes fluttered shut. Meguru sat stark still, surprised by the action, then let himself melt into the kiss. It was over far too quickly.

“Bachira Meguru,” said Isagi as he leaned back, “I’m in love with you.”

Oh. That was a relief then. Meguru felt the coiling pain in his chest slacken. The vines that had crept up his lungs and into his throat quickly receded, leaving a rush of air in its place. He could breathe, and then he couldn’t. He coughed violently. It was more painful than any other coughing fit he had ever felt before. All the air was sucked out of his lungs as he gasped, choked, and wheezed. Finally, he felt something creep up the length of his esophagus. With one last cough, a long stem with dozens of flowers fell onto his lap. His throat hurt, but his lungs felt free for the first time in months.

“I guess the monster is no longer inside of me,” he mused. Meguru’s throat was hoarse, and it hurt to speak, but the words bubbled out of him with ease. He stared at the flowers in his lap. His monster was gone, but his feelings remained. There was an emptiness inside him now, like the loss of a close friend. Meguru turned to Isagi with a bittersweet smile. “Thank you for freeing me from my monster, though I’m sad to see it go.”

Isagi shook his head, not sure what to make of the scene. He reached for Meguru’s hand and held it between both of his own, then sighed. “Bachira, what am I going to do with you?”

“Date me?” asked Meguru.

Isagi nodded. “Yeah. I’m definitely going to do that.”

This fic is part of the Blue Lock Secret Santa Exchange. My gift to @aristarr. I hope you enjoy.

You can also read it on AO3.

[witch-from-a-block-of-flats]

Me while reading Blue lock: I love them all! I wish these boys the best in the world and I hope they will fulfill their dreams in one way or another! 💖💖 💖🥺🥺🥺

Me 5 minutes later: I wonder when we will get some major injuries during an important match...

[3starhurricane]

“I wanna ruin our friendship”

Sighing as you sit down, your best friend Isagi looks at you with concern, “Uhhh, y/n what's on your mind?” You absentmindedly fiddle with your hand while you go on and on about your horrible day and Isagi attentively listens, after finishing your rant with a huff. Isagi looks at your tear-filled eyes and feels his heart break at this, he can’t seem to say the words in his head, so instead he pulls you closer to him for a hug trying to pour all his comfort and love for you through a hug. You feel everything pour out your eyes after feeling Isagi’s arms wrap around you, tears fall down your cheeks as you let it out, Isagi tightens his hold on you while you sob in his arms. Until the water stills, sniffling against his shoulder, you look up towards Isagi and he looks back at you. He smiles softly at you as you blush after realizing how close you both were, laughing awkwardly at this and backing away. Isagi lightens his hug around you and turns away, but if you looked closer you would’ve seen his blushed cheeks and red ears. Until the sound of your stomach rumbling cuts through the silence, feeling even more embarrassed at this sound as you just want to crawl up in a hole and die. Isagi just chuckles it off and offers to buy you some food but you refuse saying you owe him and take no arguing back, he frowns at this yet eventually agrees after much bickering back and forth. You grab his hand and drag him while thinking where to go, but Isagi isn’t focused on that right now, he's focused on how your hand perfectly fits in his, on how soft and warm your hand is. Shaking his head at these thoughts saying you're both just friends and he shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts, but looking at your bright face and intertwining your hands together, he can’t help but want more.