#isagi yoichi x gn!reader

[earthtooz]

x : APOLOGY ACCEPTED :*+ﾟ

in which: isagi doesn't like it when you give him the silent treatment.

warnings: 1.9k wc, gn!reader, fluff with a little angst, ooc!isagi (i tried), mentions of manhandling, sleepy isagi, mentions to arguments. food.

a/n: I FEEL ILL REREADING THIS why is this so bad hELP. for being the main character, it's hard asf to get good manga panels of isagi lol. anyways. enjoy this shit piece xx i can't believe this is my first isagi fic and i did him so wrong, i'm so sorry cri

“y/n?” echoes a voice from down the hallway, one laced with grogginess and fatigue, paired with the gentle padding of footsteps trudging their way to where you resided in the living room. in your periphery, isagi rounds the corner shirtless and messy bedhair, and not sparing him a glance proved itself a challenge. 

usually, you would’ve sprung up from your seat and greeted him good morning, but the soreness of your throat is a harsh reminder of the argument you had last night, and thinking too hard about it would press into the bruises of your ego, resurfacing awkward and sour feelings. yet, you still had to fight to contain the butterflies in your stomach upon seeing him and it becomes harder to fight when you realise that the first thing isagi did since waking up was find you, not even brushing his teeth or putting on a shirt. 

as adorable as he was, you don’t know what to say to him, unsure of where you stood since you both just went to bed last night, the problem never resolving itself. 

isagi’s face however, upon seeing you, lit up with a smile as bright as a thousand suns and endearing enough to crumble your resolve but you persevere with your tough facade. the true stake to the heart is the way his face drops when noticing your reluctance to acknowledge him. 

"y/n?" he asks again as greeting, waddling over to stand before you. you still don't look up at him from your phone. "why are you awake so early?"

silence.

"y/n?" prods the soccer star who now seats himself beside you, hand shaking yours a little in hopes of getting your attention. "you're mad at me, aren't you?"

you don’t know how to respond, remaining silent despite the countless words brewing in your mind that were unable to spill over to form a sentence. should you be nice? mean? petty? you could never have the heart to do the latter two, but-

"-i'm sorry," he mutters, placing his chin on your shoulder so he could give you his best puppy-dog eyes. you don’t react, no matter how hard you had to fight to not look at him because you knew that if you did, you’d crumble right into his arms. 

you miss the way his frown deepens with every shake of your shoulder that you ignore.

“you know i don’t like it when people ignore me.”

despite your cold shoulder, he still lingers around you, just now fast asleep after prying a spot on your lap for his head to fit, disturbing your peace with his hesitant invasion. naturally, you run your hands through his raven hair, lounging in the morning sun with your phone in one hand and your soccer sensation of a boyfriend in your lap.

eventually, the tranquillity is ruined alongside the urge to use the bathroom, but the difficult part of said task however, was getting isagi off your lap which turned out to be a carefully organised operation. gently lifting his head, you manage to shuffle away before laying him back down. somehow you manage to keep him from rousing, leaving you to tiptoe away without making much noise.

you went as far as you could because when you opened the bathroom door againÇ, isagi was lingering outside, slumber still evident in his face as he blinks sleepily at you. so much for leaving without waking him.

“oh. hi,” he greets, voice still ridden with sleep. he rubs his eye innocently, streaks of his nap engrained on his skin. 

he grumbles a sleepy murmur of your name as you slip away around him, giving isagi the chance to latch on to your waist. this wasn’t the silent treatment you were imagining, but you have half a mind and even less of a desire to shrug your boyfriend off, no matter how difficult your predicament is. 

“i need to brush my teeth,” the athlete mutters, dragging you into the bathroom with him. “we can do skincare together.”

you don’t have it in you to tell isagi that you’ve already done your morning routine so you settle for doing it a second time. not like it’ll hurt anyone, especially not your skin.

wordlessly, you do your morning routine alongside him and it’s oddly peaceful without the usual talking and music in the background. you get more of a chance to admire isagi and his boyish features, shyly looking away from his gaze every time his eyes meet yours in the bathroom mirror. after putting away all the products, you don’t move very far before the dark-haired latches himself to you again.

he remains like that even as you continue with chores and tasks you assigned yourself, deciding that there’s no place he’d rather be than half-asleep behind you whilst you sort through laundry, organise your drawers, and fix organise the kitchen cabinets. he’s gracious enough to help a little, holding spices and cans here and there.

if you tried to shake him off, isagi would grumble and come right back, never straying too far away for too long.

his insistence to stay like this was endearing, but very irritating, especially it was hindering your productive. however, your will to scold him for it is at an all-time low so you’ll have to continue living with another being wrapped around you until isagi gives up or you tell him off.

you didn’t have to wait long for the latter. after you were done with organising- or rather when isagi was fed up of standing, he drags you right back to your shared bedroom, silently arranging the two of you on your shared bed with his strength, moving you into a comfortable position under the duvet. 

“please stop,” you demand quietly as if you were silent enough, you wouldn’t technically break the silent treatment.

he immediately perks up at the sound of your voice and his name on your lips, a wide smile breaking out on his face. “babe!” isagi flops on you, the ‘oof’ that escapes you not going unnoticed, “you talked.”

“isagi, please give me some space.”

the smile on the soccer player’s face completely melts away and he furrows his eyebrows, causing guilt to strike you in the heart as he reluctantly moves away from you. the use of his last name in comparison to his usual, affectionate-filled nicknames didn’t soften the blow directed at him either. 

“is this because of last night?” he asks, resting his chin on your sternum. “i’m sorry about everything that i said.”

“isagi,” he stops rambling. “please, i just need some space right now.” 

“okay, i’m sorry. i’ll go now.”

he shuffles out from under the covers rather quickly, picking up a shirt from his closet before walking out with it half-on. you call out his name only to hear the front door slam close and you wince slightly at the sound, guilt weighing heavily on your heart.

when you said you needed space you didn’t mean for isagi to leave the apartment completely.

if you had set your boundaries clearer this morning maybe you could have avoided this scenario. now isagi’s out of the house and you don’t know where he’s even going or when he’s returning and the thought is enough to scare you, riddling you with enough anxiety for your heart to sink to your feet. it’s getting hard to breathe too and your mind is racing with countless thoughts that all pile on top of each other.

texting isagi was a flunk too, he left his phone at home and only took his wallet. 

what did you do? what time would he be back? 

could he have gone to bachira’s? nagi’s? without his phone though? isagi wouldn’t usually go very far without a device at the very least. maybe he’s just out for a walk to clear his mind. yeah, that sounds right, isagi loves walks after all so who knows when he’ll be back. speaking of walking, you might benefit from one right now too-

“-i’m home!” a voice shouts out, breaking you out of your funk like hammer shattering a glass.

practically running out of the bedroom, you disregard the shards of hurt, running over them to see isagi staring at you with wide eyes. he holds a bakery bag and a bouquet of flowers- your favourites, in one hand and the apartment keys in the other.

“oh, y/n, are you okay?” he asks fondly, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter before wandering over to you. without thinking, you reel him in to a hug when he’s close enough, half jumping onto him as the soccer player catches you effortlessly, surprised by your sudden show of affection. “i thought you were mad at me?”

“you scared me, you doofus,” you say into his shoulder with a watery laugh, relief flooding your body like no other at the feeling of his warmth against yours again. “don’t just leave like that ever again.”

“i’m sorry! i wanted to say sorry because of how big of a dick i was to you last night and this morning.”

“you left so abruptly! i thought i angered you even more or something,” you laugh, all watery and emotional. 

isagi snakes a hand up to your face, cradling it. “that wasn’t my intention, i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“apology accepted and i’m sorry too. i was mean to you last night as well and i should have communicated properly with you this morning. wasn’t fair on my end.”

“apology accepted,” he says with a charmingly boyish grin. you have an urge to kiss it off. “i love you.”

“you make it so hard to stay mad at you. i love you too,” you mutter before isagi’s pressing his lips to yours, pouring all his love for you to breathe in, filling you with reassurance. you smile against him, unable to contain it, which then causes him to mimic you, and the kiss breaks away because the two of you are laughing too much. 

isagi will be the death of you. 

your eyes glance behind him and the striker follows your line of sight. “i got your favourite cake too by the way, last one the bakery had. guess i’m one lucky guy, huh?”

“the stars aligned perfectly just for you.” 

“i agree,” mutters isagi before leaning in to leave a kiss on your forehead. 

“should we have some cake now?” you question, loosening your arms around him to back away and  faltering when he doesn’t let you. his grip around your waist is tight and unforgiving as mischief shines in the dark-haired’s eyes.

then, he pulls you right back, peppering your face in endless kisses whilst you giggle in response to each one. the more he plants the more you want to pull away out of reflex but his hold forbid for you to travel too far, leaving you vulnerable to all of his advances.

“i love you,” he repeats with each press against your skin.

“yoichi, stop!” you giggle. the sound is a remedy to his pain.

“can’t stop, i have a whole day of affection to make up for.”

you shove his shoulder teasingly, “later.”

“later. i’ll never make you mad again, i swear. that was the worst day of my life. next time you do this, i’d rather you end me.”

[senmiyaazx]

isagi yoichi x reader

no gendered pronouns used for reader but implied m!reader (or at least i wrote this with a male reader in mind)

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Droplets of water dropped down to the floor as you squeezed the excess water out of your hair.

Curiously, you glanced at the boy behind you, Isagi Yoichi.

You managed to catch up to him earlier while he was chilling in the pool(?) in the shower room, head thrown back and seemingly in deep thoughts.

Isagi Yoichi is a hardworking person, of course you knew that. You two had known each other for years. Growing closer after knowing you shared the same interest as him.

But just like everyone else, Isagi also had his ups and downs. Sometimes, he just needed someone, or rather, for you to talk to him. And being the great friend you are, you did. Approaching him and striking a conversation with him, something he needed after a stressful day at Blue Lock.

Eventually Isagi found himself finally relaxing at the comforting sound of your voice. As much as he wanted to stay with you for longer, he couldn't because you were in a different team and he had a match tomorrow.

Sighing, you both got out of the mini pool and started drying your body, which brings you to the present.

As you looked back at Isagi, your eyes widened at the sight.

He was... beautiful. He had his hair up, his bangs no longer covering his face showing hidden features that added to his beauty. His ocean blue eyes that you've always adored, half-lidded and focused on wiping the water that dripped off of his skin.

Isagi is pretty, and you wondered if he knew that himself.

Isagi shivered as he felt someone staring at him intensely and turned to you, tilting his head worriedly. "(Name)? Is there Something wrong?"

To his surprise, you stepped closer and leaned into his face, reaching a hand out to brush a stray hair out of his face before smiling. Immediately, Isagi felt his cheeks flare up, his skin flushing a beautiful red color.

"You look cute with your hair up like that," You paused, observing his face for a little longer before grinning again. His heart skipped a beat. "You should put it up more often. It suits you."

His lips parted in shock, speechless. The blush on his face was obvious, either you were really dense or just didn't comment on it, instead slipping your shirt on and gathering your things before walking towards the door, sparing him one last glance. "Good luck tomorrow, Yoichi." And with that, the door closed.

His hand touched his cheek where your hand grazed his skin, leaving a slight tingling sensation at the spot.

"(Name)... You're going to be the death of me."

The next day, Chigiri stared at Isagi weirdly, wondering why he suddenly had an interest to hair care and tips.

Chigiri glanced over to you from two seats away before looking back at Isagi who was blushing furiously.

"Isagi..." Chigiri deadpanned.

Isagi could only rub the back of his head sheepishly.

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yeah... you know that scene in the pool looking thingy, i really dont know what its called all i know is that isagi looked fucking amazing there

[hyomaslut]

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! what is this? boyfriend material.

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʟʟᴋ ʙᴏʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴘᴛ. 𝟷

✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, reo mikage, nagi seishiro ✿ ─ cw: fluff, gn!reader, no pronouns but there are a few 'fem coded' things referenced like make up or skirts, aged-up!characters, established relationships, pet names, kissing, groping, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, proofread so many times so if there’s a typo ill cry ✿ ─ notes: this is my first post ♪(´▽｀) i haven't written stuff like this in a pretty long time so bear with me ‹𝟹 this is some hybrid of headcanon and drabble idk

ISAGI YOICHI is a full-fledged bonafide simp...

he suffers from tragic a condition. when he’s not trying? flirting supreme panty dropper. however, when he tries to flirt with someone he likes? bro is fumbling. at first he seems like such an instant charmer. hes a classic gentleman, great listener, and super attractive. but the second he gets an inkling of a crush, he ruins it for himself. stuttering and getting his words mixed up, saying the most embarrassing jumbled combination of what he actually meant to.

follows you around to all your tasks because how else would he spend his free time except hanging with his baby. to sephora, to the grocery store, to the salon, the the ends of the earth if that's where you're heading that day. more than happy to hold onto your hand as you go about your business, rambling about global soccer statistics and looking at you like you hold the world. yoichi is a prideful purse holder too, his arms and pockets and car being full of your belongings makes him insanely happy for some reason he can’t put his finger on. always ready to press the lip gloss you’re patting yourself down for into the palm your hand, taking a kiss as payment.

he’s bad at planning dates, so don’t put him in charge unless you want to be late to a reservation at a restaurant 2 hours away with mediocre food. he’s good at paying for them though!! the dates he does get to plan are usually to the mall. what can i say, man likes to spoil you.

at the mall isagi can kind of trick you. because typically if he were to offer to buy you a couple hundred dollars worth of things, you would absolutely refuse. buttt if its just one thing from this store and one thing from another, and maybe its the fact that you dont feel the weight of all the items as your boyfriend carries it all, but it flies under your radar. and at some point you look at yoichi… and he has a lot of shopping bags. surely some of those were his right? the little pleased love sick smile on his face says otherwise.

its so worth it to isagi tho. he gets to spend time with you, make you happy, be a doting bf. but it also means that he can pick out clothes for you. as generous as he was, he could be a bit of a greedy gifter - never leaving the mall without a new skirt of his choosing. will personally pick out a pile of things he wants you to try on just for him.

once youre with isagi for a few months, he reveals his true colors. man is a serial PDA offender. he just thinks you’re so pretty, and it gives him such an ego boost to be the guy by your side. better hold his hand or its going in your back pocket. leans in under the guise of giving you a quick, generally acceptable peck on the lips… but all of a sudden he wants another before you even fully pull away from the first and its all downhill from there. sits on your side of the table at restaurants instead of across from you so he can rest his hand on your thigh and sneak in small squeezes when he thinks youre not paying attention. and be careful about walking in front of him, he’s not strong enough to resist the urge to smack your ass.

if the PDA thing wasnt a dead give away, isagi is just very affectionate in general, honestly has a hard time leaving you alone when you’re in the same room as him. he just gravitates towards you no matter what he was previously doing. very easily distracted, very easy to bribe. he’s the type of guy where when he goes to get out of bed in the morning to go to practice, and you cling to him and ask him for just 5 more minutes, theres nothing that could stop him from sinking right back into your arms. his attendance record has definitely suffered because he is unable to deny you a single thing you ask for, especially if that thing is him.

CHIGIRI HYOMA is taken and makes sure everyone knows it…

hyoma’s partner very quickly becomes his best friend if they weren’t before they started dating. it’s not even intentional, but he gets very quickly attached to you. sure, he has a decent amount of friends, but none of them know him like you do. he loves to hear you talk about your life, invested in your daily drama and indulging you with all of his. he likes to hear your input and insights on situations. he takes notes in his phone when he sees things he thinks you would like, or conversations he had that he wants to tell you about. forever surprised by how much he misses you when you’re apart, chigiri is used to not needing anyone the way he needs you. is so much grumpier at matches that have him go abroad without you, texting you often throughout the day, whenever he can get his hands on his phone.

because you’re now his best friend and partner, chigiri’s a bit tied to you at the hip, but he would never admit to being clingy. not that you mind, hanging out with him is fun and surprisingly intimate. he never fails to hold your hand wherever you go or throw an arm around your shoulder. on dates he’ll lean in close to your ear to whisper little observations and jokes about the people around, the two of you sharing witty comments and secretive snickers behind your hands. when hanging out with mutual friends, the way yours eyes meet his wordlessly, both holding the same micro expression, indistinguishable to other people, that says “we are so talking about that later”.

speaking of clinging to your side, hyoma can have a bit of a possessive streak at times. i feel like it’s something you don’t really expect of him until there’s a guy flirting with you in a store. the way your boyfriend is at your side before you can even answer, standing at his full height, squaring his shoulders with a sour look on his face, not at all shy about the way his arm snakes around your waist. “they’re not interested.” he states plainly, as if it were obvious, but if you payed close attention to him (which you always did), you would notice the distasteful curl of his lip or the venom seeping into his tone or the way his usually gentle fingers hold onto your side with a firm grip.

he doesn’t meet your eyes after, already sensing the knowing smirk on your lips. his ears turn red when you break the silence to tell him that green was a good color on him. but, your ever clever boyfriend is quick to reply, “that’s cute baby, but i’m not jealous. you haven’t seen me when i’m jealous.” the mischievous glimmer in his eye and the smug smile he wears reminds you to not test him.

king of matching outfits with you. not in the novelty shirts cheesy way, but he always asks for a fit check before he picks you up on dates. chigiri is outside your apartment within the hour, wearing a jacket that matches the color of your shoes and a sly grin. generally starts to shift his style to be a bit more cohesive with yours, he loves going out and looking like you belong together.

not to mention, matching outfits give him more excuses to take pictures with you. photos of you and him are plastered all over his instagram, your handle in his bio and everything. he’s no amateur either, always able to catch your best side, in perfect lighting. really makes you feel as pretty as he seems to think you are. hyoma is a bit of a show off too, so he gets a bit of an ego boost getting to let everyone know how cute you are, and that you’re all his.

hyoma greatly values the alone time he gets to spend with you. the best part of his week is sitting on the couch as you help him with his hair care routine. you running a mix of the comb and your fingers through his hair as the two of you catch up on the k-drama you started together. your touch and your attention and your warm presence enough to make the stress of a pro soccer career melt off his shoulders. makes you teach him how to do your nails and learns your skin care routine so that he can return the favor, although he’s much better at the latter.

MIKAGE REO is ungodly whipped and more than a little dramatic…

if we’re talking about social media boyfriends, reo is near insufferable. let’s be real, reo was already flexing on the gram before you got with him. constantly posting pictures of his car and expensive watches and exclusive clubs. he just becomes worse when you agree to go out with him. his story is full of aesthetically blurry shots of you, sometimes featuring him, anywhere and everywhere. in his car, on dates, cooking in his kitchen. he even found the audacity to post a picture of you in his bed, your bare back in full frame, the sheets pooled around your waist. “i’m so lucky” was the caption and the only context provided. unsurprisingly the lifespan of that post was quite short once you caught wind of it, with the assurance that he wouldn’t be getting so lucky in the near future.

i totally think reo is the type of guy that tries to act like a fuckboy but is secretly a hopeless romantic. in other words, reo is a huge sap™. has a picture of you in his wallet. you’re his screen saver and all his passwords feature your name. nagi is the last person left that will still listen to reo ramble on about you, all of his other friends having gotten tired of it.

we already know that reo is taking you to fancy dinners on the regular, but more unexpectedly i think he is a big fan of outdoorsy dates. previously mentioned hopeless romantic tendencies means reo loves a picnic way more than he lets on. his favorite is when the summer comes around and he gets to take you to the beach. if reo dies and goes to heaven and it's not you rubbing sunscreen into his warm back in a skimpy swimsuit he picked out for you himself, he's not interested. a close second favorite of his is late night drives with you. all the windows of his luxury sports car down, blasting a playlist the two of you made together, singing loud and ugly down the empty freeway. in these moments you make him feel weightless and he swears it’s addicting.

king of clingy. every time that you feel your phone vibrate, there's a good chance that it's your boyfriend. never with anything important either, asking where you are, how was your day, sending you pics of whatever he is doing, even resorting to imessage games when he runs out of things to talk about. he just always finds himself itching to open your contact. if mikage reo could eat up all of your attention, he would not hesitate to do so.

reo is usually the caretaker. when he obtained status of boyfriend, you automatically went on his list of special people in his life, only really consisting of you and nagi, and this granted you the exclusive privilege of walking all over him if you so please. truly a pushover and weak to your pouts. while we’re on the subject of ways to get him to fold, reo is surprisingly easy to flatter. your compliments are honey to his ears, no matter how many people have said the same to him before. his heart thumps loud in his chest whenever you do any act of service or labor of love for him. just wait for the day you buy this man some flowers. got his hand splayed over his red face, his palm not wide enough to cover his infatuated grin. "they're really for me, babe? god i knew i picked you for a reason.”

reo's feelings for you run extremely deep. scary deep. you make him feel stupid and irrational. he can't think straight, he's impulsive. you have to keep a close eye on him because give reo enough time alone and he'll convince himself that getting your name tattooed across his chest is an amazing idea, a grandiose display of his affection and devotion to you - sick as hell too. god forbid you go on a trip by yourself, there's honestly a decent chance you'll come home to a marriage proposal and explanations on how "no no, don't worry babe, i know its sooner than you expected but i've got it all planned out.” just be glad that up until this point he has resisted the strong urge to drop a fourth of his trust fund on a ring, a price he's more than willing to pay to make you all his.

NAGI SEISHIRO is greedy and will readily take a mile if given an inch…

nagi is… new to the whole boyfriend thing to say the least. not to say he’s bad at it or anything, but i imagine that in the beginning of your relationship, things are a bit, for a lack of better words, lukewarm. he struggles a bit with recognizing that the switch from friends to more than friends is more than just the title, letting you completely take the wheel. but his passiveness doesn’t last long. not when he can’t escape the way you are constantly on his mind. he thought it was overwhelming enough having a crush on you, but now that he’s falling for you it’s on another level. he thinks of you when he first opens his eyes, facing the obnoxious blue light of his phone to send you your daily goodmorning :x . he thinks of you at night, when he’s restlessly fighting to fall asleep before he ultimately caves and facetimes you so that he can drift off to your tired mumbles and even breaths. he thinks of you when practice drags on, the anticipation of seeing you after the only thing keeping him from giving into his exhaustion.

nagi can’t get you out of his head for the life of him, but to be fair he doesn’t put up much of a fight. seishiro is used to getting what he wants, so what does he do when his desire for you becomes a hassle? he makes it your problem. constantly calling you and asking you to pick him up from social functions because he misses you. insisting that he stays the night at your place or that you come to his because he needs his daily dose of you. and he doesn’t have the shame to be shy of telling you everything on his mind either. he unintentionally says very flustering things, unabashedly demanding your touch and your company, no matter who is listening. it’s your fault he’s like this after all, you might as well take responsibility and give him what he wants.

and what he wants is affection from you, as much as he can get. serishiro is mesmerized by your reactions. being in love with you is uncharted territory that he maps out with piqued curiosity and newfound greed. especially kissing. once nagi gets his first taste of kissing you for real, messy and needy and drawn out, he never wants to go back. not after seeing your red face, eyes lidded and lips parted so cutely he just has to steal one more. now his day dreams revolve around you, what flavor of chapstick you’re wearing, what perfume do you have on, are you thinking of him as much as he does you? thats one thing he never really finds the courage to ask, but that he secretly hopes is true.

he loves to find things you can work on together, even if you always end up being the one putting in more effort. nagi will insist on cooking dinner together, and maybe you get his help for a good 10 minutes before he’s slumped in a seat at the counter eating the ingredients. buys tons of lego sets for the two of you to put together and while you’re following the instructions, he’s stealing pieces you need so he can build a little car to push around the table while he watches you figure it out. he’ll even settle for a puzzle and a movie, but your out of luck if you expect him to do anything but the edges.

the lazy genius only really has the time and energy to have a couple of important people in his life, but once you make it into that inner circle, that shit is permanent as far as he’s concerned. it begins with him telling you that it only makes sense to leave some clothes at his apartment, you’re at his place half the week anyway. and then its him smuggling over your favorite pillows and stuffed animals to his bed instead of yours. then he’s asking you to go grocery shopping with him every week. the jokes he makes about the fact that, “you keep all your stuff here anyway. just move in with me already,” are far too frequent to be subtle. but when he hits you with the puppy eyes, which are annoyingly effective, how could you say no?

you’ve put yourself in his orbit after all and now the solar system that is nagi seishiro will use his gravity to pull you inevitably closer. it’s doomed.

is my bias obvious?? cuz i feel like it might be… lmk which one was your favorite!!

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[kissagii]

Your brothers are dumb, but Isagi is always your number one fan.

cw: gender neutral reader, 2.4k words, reader is rin & sae's musically gifted sibling, silly isagi, obscene amounts of pining, i don't know how music competitions work lol

@celestair it's here!!!! thank you so much for the fabulous prompt <3

“So, you’re on next, how do you feel?” Your friend Yuki asks, giving you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder. The performer before you is wrapping up his piece, and your turn on stage is approaching far too quickly.

“Were they there?” You whisper, completely ignoring her question. 

“Didn’t see ‘em,” Yuki sighs, “But hey, you can’t see anything from up on that stage, don’t give up just yet.”

Despite her attempts at encouragement, you both know the truth. They aren’t there. They never are. Even now, as you prepare to step onstage in the final round of a national piano competition, your two soccer-obsessed brothers are nowhere to be found. You should’ve expected that from the start when the most they could offer to your invitation was “ok.” 

How many soccer games have you attended by now? How many hours have you spent in the sweltering heat, watching your brothers run up and down a field kicking a ball around? And despite all that, they have yet to deem one of your music events as worth their time. You’re half sure the reason they neglected to arrive was because neither one would be caught dead sitting in the same room as the other. It’s always a competition with those two – a test to see who could be the better soccer player, the worse brother – and you’re simply caught in the crossfire as you pursue your own wholly different passions. 

But now, unfortunately, there’s only one thing to do: go out on stage, play your heart out, and hope that maybe, just maybe, you’ll get a scrap of recognition from one of the fools who shared your last name. 

“Break a leg. And don’t let your shitty brothers get to you,” Yuki says, nudging you out onto the stage as the previous performer exited past you.

When you walk onstage there is no announcement of your name, no applause. There never is. Just a silence so thick it could be cut with a knife as the audience watches with judging eyes, anticipating eyes, and… hopeful eyes? The stage feels different today, fresh and pleasantly cool, as if the crushing expectations are lifted ever so slightly.

Then you see him. It’s just a glance, an impression of an individual, a hint of green and black in your periphery. But when he sees you it’s earth-shattering. He can breathe again – but only one barely-muffled gasp, because you’re quick to steal the air from his lungs as his heart begins to inexplicably race. Isagi has been in the same audience seat many times by now – the same seat every time, for his favorite view – yet every time he sees you walk out onto that stage it’s like rebirth, a preparation for the waves of joy and sadness and admiration and, dare he say it, love, that would wash over him as you played. All he has to hope is that you know he’s there, watching like he always is. And for the first time, you know – you deeply, truly, know – someone is out there watching you.

For this competition, you chose Liszt’s Un Sospiro. After mastering the technique, you spent hours of practice imbuing the piece with a thousand emotions, a thousand ways to sigh, and yet none of them felt quite right. So in the ten seconds before your fingers hit the keys, you have a decision to make.

Yoichi.

Of course, how could you forget? 

Without a moment’s hesitation, you begin to play, the notes dancing with the image in your mind. Simply the thought of him makes your heart race in time with the arpeggios, your measured breaths falling out of time as you let the music wash over you. The emotion flows so naturally you’re not sure if you’re pushing them into the music or if the music is pulling them out of you, a different one for each phrase, the joy and fear and longing and hope and desperation. You could practically see them, figures of light in every color dancing together across the stage and out into the audience, seeking out their target. 

They more than find their target: they crash into him like unceasing waves. Each one slightly different than the last, yet all so familiar; a language without words, yet each phrase he understands clearly. 

Is it five minutes, one, or thirty? Time begins to blur, everything fading to soft pink and green and orange and blue, colors and sounds existing independently of earthly constraints. It’s transcendental, almost, the room immersed in a lovestruck state of reverie until the final notes echo through the auditorium.  

By the end of the piece his chest is aching, and yours is aching too. The exhilaration hardly makes sense – were you not full of worry only minutes ago? Or had it been an eternity since anything other than Yoichi was on your mind? Adrenaline pulsing through your veins makes your head spin as you attempt to process your own performance. Oh, how unreal it felt. It had been a long time since you last felt so moved by your own playing… yes, truly a long time. 

The audience applauds with the required politeness, if not a bit louder than usual. None of it falls on your ears, though. You’re too busy staring at Isagi’s distant face as he gazes back at you with sparkling cobalt eyes. He nearly forgets to clap, sitting so unblinkingly still that those in the seats next to him wonder if he’s alright. He’s more than alright – his mind is racing in the same way it does when he scores a goal, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control he has to keep him from running to you now. 

As soon as you’re backstage, Yuki barrels into you, earning a few miffed glares from the last few performers preparing to go on. “Oh my god, that was amazing!” She whisper-yells, “I’ve never heard you play like that! See, I knew you’d do just fine without them in the audience.” 

Right. Them. You had forgotten about them while onstage. 

“I think I’ve found someone else worth playing for,” You murmur, half to yourself. For the first time, you didn’t really mind that your brothers hadn’t been there. Of course, it would’ve been nice, but without them… without them, you had made magic. You can make magic.

Yuki smiles brightly, the way she always does. “You’ve gotta tell me everything. And quickly, so as soon as this shindig is over you can head out and see your loverboy.”

“How’d you know that’s what it was?”

“Trust me, it was obvious. I’m pretty sure everyone knew.”

So, of course, you tell her everything. And as soon as the final round of applause echoes down the hallway, you’re getting pushed toward the door, standing nervously in the auditorium lobby until a familiar face emerges from the exit doors.

You see him first, which means you get to watch in real-time as he sees you and immediately lights up like a kid in a candy store. It’s his third epiphany of the day, and the only thing he can think to do is run toward you, frantically apologizing to strangers as he weaves through the crowd. Before you can even greet him or thank him for coming, he thrusts a large bouquet of flowers into your hands.

“You did amazing! Your music is like magic and I think I might be in love with you!” Isagi blurts out.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, that was probably tactless. No, it was definitely tactless. I’m sorry. It’s just, I saw you up there and I heard you play and it was like the music was talking to me and it was saying, oh, by the way, you have feelings for them and it’s actually ridiculous that you didn’t notice earlier because you’re absolutely whipped, y’know? Is that weird?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his unrestrained reaction, the genuineness in his tone. “No, it’s not weird at all.”

“It’s not?” He asks, breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Of course not. It means you heard what I was trying to tell you.”

It’s his turn to be surprised, and he lets out a soft, confused, “Eh?”

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to confess to you directly, so I did it the only way I knew how. Yoichi, will you go out with me?” 

“Yes! Absolutely!” He beams, smiling wider than you’ve ever seen him smile before; little wrinkles appear next to his eyes and his slightly crooked teeth are on full display. Shyly, he asks: “Could I hug you?”

“Please do,” you say, opening your arms to let him wrap his tightly around you. For a moment you stand in silence (not true silence, of course, because the room is full of people) and feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest. He feels your heartbeat too, he swears he can hear it over the noise.

“Thank you for coming, Yoichi,” You whisper, gripping the flower bouquet tightly, “It means a lot to me that you could be here.”

He hugs you tighter, so tight it feels like your ribs might crack in his grip. “Of course. You always come to my big games, there’s no way I’d let myself miss one of your big events. Speaking of that, do you know when the results come out?”

Though you’d like to keep hugging him forever, you let go and check the time.

“They’ll let us back into the auditorium in an hour, though they never seem to announce the winners on time.”

“In that case, can I take you out on a date while we wait? Unless you already made plans to wait with someone else… ahh, I really should’ve thought this out more.” Isagi scratches the back of his neck with an awkward smile, a nervous habit of his that never seems to lose its charm.

“Oh, no, I don’t have plans. I’m sure Yuki’s already gone off with her boyfriend, and you’re the only person I really know who showed up to watch. Spending the hour with you is a serious step up from waiting alone.” 

“Let’s go then! There’s a cute café just down the road if you’re hungry, or we could go walk around the mall if you’d prefer.” 

Isagi lets you lead for the hour, making it a bit of an early celebration. Because while the results aren’t out just yet, he’s entirely sure that your performance is worth a hundred gold medals and more. Anything you want to do is good enough for him, even if it’s something as simple as window shopping in formal wear, and he does everything in his power to make sure he’s the best new boyfriend possible. After all, he’s won at life, hasn’t he? Because now he gets to date you – he gets to give you flowers and cheer for you and hold your hand and make you smile. 

As you sit in the adjacent seats waiting for the results to be announced, he rubs his finger affectionately over your thumb. 

“See, I told you they’d start late,” You whisper with a laugh.

“They must’ve realized their trophy wasn’t big enough to properly congratulate you,” He whispers back.

“Hey, don’t say things like that! I haven’t won yet.” 

“I don’t think you witnessed yourself perform. You did amazing.”

“And you’re not a musician, so you’re not qualified to decide who won.”

“Even an untrained ear can tell you were the best up there. Trust me.”

Before you can come up with a witty reply, the head judge steps up to the podium on stage, holding a single sheet of paper in her hand. She gives a short speech – something about appreciating the hard work of the competitors – but neither you nor Isagi hear half of what she says. The room is silent waiting for the top three to be announced. 

“In third place,” The Judge calmly says into the microphone, “Matsuoka Yuki.”

Immediately you burst into cheers, hastily untangling your hand from Isagi’s so you can applaud your friend. Her performance had been stunning, and she’s more than deserving of the prestigious accomplishment. 

“In second place,” The Judge continues, once the applause quiets down, “Watanabe Shigeru.”

Another talented performer, of course. He had won his fair share of competitions, and the two of you had stood together on the winner’s stage more than once. As soon as you finish applauding, Isagi grabs your hand and squeezes tightly, as if to say the Judge will call your name next, I just know she will.

The moment you spent months waiting for is here. Either your hours of rehearsal and stress and aching hands paid off, or they didn’t. And the only thing between you and knowing was one sentence from the Head Judge’s mouth.

“Finally, in first place, winner of the Japan National Piano Competition, Itoshi Y/n.”

I’ve won. It’s as if you’re up on that stage once more, the way that the room explodes into applause like thunder. Isagi is shouting and shaking you by the shoulders – he really couldn’t be prouder of you. He knew all along, it seems, that your indirect confession was worth a gold medal from the organization and a thousand more in his heart.

The head judge invites the winners up to the stage, and Isagi nearly pushes you out of your seat to receive your award. Yuki meets you onstage, whispering her polite but excited congratulations to you. You return them hurriedly before taking your place on stage to be presented with your trophy. The process of handshakes and photographs feels like it takes forever when all you and Isagi want is to spend the rest of the afternoon together in celebration. 

Isagi meets you in the auditorium lobby again, and he presents you with the same bouquet of flowers a second time. “You won! You actually won! I’m so proud of you!” 

“Thank you, Yoichi,” You say, grasping his hand with your free one, “Thank you for being here to inspire me. Now c’mon, let’s go celebrate!”

The rest of the afternoon is blissful, almost unreal, just you and Isagi enjoying the sweetness of victory and love. When your phone begins receiving text message after text message you can hardly be bothered to reply immediately, even when you get the message you nearly spent the whole day waiting for.

rin: good job on the competition or wtv

isagi 💚

[baechira-is-my-love]

blue lock boys when you bring home a stray kitten

hii again >_< i'm a huge cat person!!! so i wrote these headcanons about how bllk boys would react if you bought home a cute lil kitten! i would personally prefer a ragdoll/persian mixed kitten but most of the strays here are tabbies!! anyways i don't mind since i love all cats 💕💕💕

also thank you sooo much for my last post!! even tho it was my first post i received a lot of reactions <333 ilysm guys!

this includes: isagi, bachira, rin, sae

gn reader!!

Isagi:

You come home, after a harsh and tiring day of work

with a smol surprise :3

"Hey baby, I'm back home. Where are you, Yoichi?"

As soon as he enters, he sees the little kitten in your arms.

boy rlly said ":00000"

he rushes to you, taking a look at the kitten in your arms.

the kitten hissed at him obviously as a defense mechanism.

"it's okay, baby" you cooed at the tiny kitten as you held it closer to your chest.

"i found it on the streets, poor thing was roaming around, crying for food!"

you eventually get the kitten to like yoichi

you go to the store and buy lots of cat food

bath with the kitten and isagi!! <333

"interrupt my play time and i'll interrupt your breathing"

sometimes when you're not paying much attention to yoichi (cuz of ur cat) he'll try to grab ur attention

but he gets scratched instead lol

Bachira:

One day, you both were on a date to the park.

You heard some meowing nearby, and decided to go check it out.

Bachira decided to tag along with you.

There, you saw a hurt kitten

It was so thin!

So you decided to take it in! <333

Bachira ended up getting scratched 7 times, but hey! we bagged the baby!!!

on your way back, you bought some cat food <33

as soon as you got home, you both gave the kitty a bath to get it cleaned up

you both made sure to always give it lots of love and care

eventually it warmed up to u both <333

bachira would always play w it after he came back from his practice sessions!

and show it off to everyone!

Rin:

would question god

"what is that?"

would glare at the kitten

which was safely cuddling in your arms

"it's a baby cat, rinnie!" you said with a small pout.

"why would you need to bring it here?"

"it was lost on the streets! it's still a baby, rin! how can it survive alone???"

he seriously doubts if the kitten actually likes you

but no

he rong

it likes you very much!!!

in fact

it never leaves you!! you have to forcefully lock it out of the bathroom when u bath or use the washroom

and u gotta hear its sad cries :(((

but he! he's frustrated with that stupid useless animal!

he doesn't even get any attention, he's so jealous!

Sae:

one fine day, he came home from practice.

but instead of your warm hugs, he found himself face-to-face with a tiny kitten!! <3333

he looks at it quizzically.

"baby, a cat is at the doorstep. is it a stray?"

you poked your head out of the living room

and you explained how u found it so hungry at ur doorstep!

and it was so thin, the poor thing just needed some food!

so you took it in

and rushed to the grocery to buy some food for it

he seriously doubts whether you can actually take care of a living, breathing animal

turns out, he's right.

you function on half a braincell (like me)

so instead he does 90% of the job

buying food, cleaning the litter box, playing with it, giving it a good scrub, feeding it, taking it for a walk

you always try your best to help him

but alas, he shoots death glares at you

kinda opposite of what happened w rinnie

the baby gets too attached to sae

if u guys have an argument you're definitely getting scratched

after seeing sae act lovey-dovey with you, the cat eventually grows to like you

[pashminalamb]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃. (𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟏)

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐁𝐥𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧, 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟐𝟒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬).

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟐.𝟒𝐤

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖-𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭), 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 '𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲' (𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧), 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐠.

(𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡; 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!!

𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

✦ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 : 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐢𝐬.

“Uh… love?” he said, looking up at you from his phone. You hummed, taking a sip out of your mug, your other hand holding a book. 

“What is this NNN challenge?” Spitting out the tea, you caught Isagi’s attention. He made his way over to you, patting your back as you coughed a little. With a concerned gaze, he moved around the table, grabbing a few paper towels wiping away the droplets of your drink. 

“Is the question I asked that bad?” he asked, blue orbs staring into yours. 

“No. Where did you get that question, Yoichi?” 

“Shidou sent it on the group chat.” Figures. “So would you tell me what it is?” Yoichi asked, his eyes glimmering with wonder. Did he think it was some kind of a football challenge? “Is it really necessary?” you groaned. “If you don’t want to tell me what it is, I’m alright with that.” he shrugged. Screw it, he was gonna find out about it anyway. Damn Shidou for ruining the innocence of the blueberry muffin. 

“You can’t have sex or jerk off for the entire month of November.” you said, not daring to look at him. Silence filled the room after you said that out loud. Curious, you turned to look to the side you found Isagi biting the inside of his cheek, blue eyes narrowed in thought. There was no way. 

“You’re not thinking about doing the challenge are you?” you asked. Turning to the side, he was quick to give you a fox-like smile. “And what if I am?” 

“Oh god.” “I think you’re starting to sound more sex depraved that I am.” Yoichi teased, pulling your cheek. “Think about yourself, idiot. As a footballer, do you think you can hold yourself off for one month?”

“Wanna bet?” he asked, giving you a smirk. Laying down the rules, the two of you had arrived at a conclusion. 

(i). No touching yourselves or each other. 

(ii). If the other party loses, they have to adhere to the conditions of the winning party. 

If anything came out of no nut November, it was the possibility of turning Yoichi submissive… there was no way you were going to lose. 

✦ 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧 : 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤) 𝐢𝐭.

Kimiko : Can you believe that Ren is planning to do the NNN challenge? You : Boys will be boys. Honestly, I don’t even get the point of the challenge… I pity ur sex life for the next month tho 

Kimiko : Honey. There are vibrators for a reason. 

You laughed as you texted away, Rin watching you from the corner of his eye. “What’s so funny?” Shaking your head, your fingers typing away, laughing at Kimiko’s frustration. 

“Nothing. Just Kimiko’s boyfriend doing some stupid challenge of the month.” 

“What is the challenge this time?” Rin was getting rather chatty today. And for the wrong reasons. You knew if he was to know about this challenge he was going to either scoff at you saying that it was pointless like he did every other time when you showed him any video or challenge. On the other hand what was the harm in the vague mentioning of it anyway? “NNN challenge.” “Mhm hm… is it just acronyms or is there actually a meaning to it.” “Everything has a meaning to it, Rin. It depends if you’re interested in it or not and like every other challenge for you, it is stupid. So pray tell why would you want to know what it is anyway?” you asked, clicking your phone shut. 

“Just tell me what it is,” he said, rolling his eyes. So dramatic, yet like a child he couldn’t keep his curiosity at bay, making a smile play on your lips. “No nut november challenge.” Shaking his head, Rin took out his own phone, long fingers tapping away at his keypad impatiently.

Eyebrows pinching and eyes narrowing, he prodded his tongue into the side of his cheek in awkwardness. Sighing through your lips, you kept yourself from laughing, your hand over your lips stifling your giggles while your shoulders shook. 

“Fine then, have it your way.” he said, hands resting palm down on his thighs, getting up from the couch. “You’re not thinking about going through the challenge for one month are you?” you asked, feigning a mortified expression. Leaning over you, he kept a few centimeters between you and him,  hands placed on either side of you. Placing his palm on your cheek, his thumb towards your lower lip, gliding across the skin of it. “I do yoga, puppy. It doesn’t take a thought to know who has the upper hand out of the two of us.” he rasped, pulling away from you with an all knowing glare, going towards the kitchen, with the aim to crush your ego in the next few weeks to come. Seems like this month was going to be a hard one for you, unless… you had managed to turn the tables in your favor. 

✦ 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 : 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲. 

Stepping out of the shower, Resnuke watched as you scrolled through your social media, the sounds of music from short videos filling up the room while lying down. Covered in his clad towel he moved towards the cupboard, pulling out a pair of loose fitting pajamas that he wore to sleep, choosing to not wear a shirt. You giggled while he slipped into bed beside you. 

Resting his chin on your shoulder, he watched your illuminated screen with you, his other hand coming under your neck, eyes catching a flash of a text. “Are you gonna jump on the  bandwagon for doing the NNN challenge?” Tapping on your keypad, you were quick to reply. “Idk… I don't think Rensuke would be up for it.” Oh? You thought he was upto the mark for the NNN challenge? He didn’t know about the details of it, considering that it had never been brought up and the minimal amount of effort he spent on social media, limiting his knowledge of this. “And what makes you think I wouldn’t be up for it?” Rensuke asked, a stern tone laced with sleep taking over his voice. 

“Mhm? And since when were you interested in the NNN challenge?” you asked, turning to face him, clicking your phone shut. “Not that I know what it is, but what makes you think I’d back down?” 

“You want to skip out on sinful intimacy and not touch yourself for an entire month, Rensuke?” 

Pulling back, his eyes met yours, his auburn orbs holding a daring expression. Turning you over, he placed on your back, straddling your hips. Leaning down, he placed himself on his elbows, his bare abs coming in contact with the thin material of your shirt, yet still feeling the surface of his hard muscles against your stomach. You could feel the light pants from his lips as he adjusted himself above you, the minty whiffs of his warm breath on the tip of your nose. “Look at me.” Staring up at him, you felt your fingertips dig into the surface of the mattress, resisting the urge to pull him into you as you had done times before. Even if you had shared intimacy with him many times, the scene managed to make your heart race and your face heat up. But this time… it was almost like Rensuke had a point to prove, that you were going to lose the challenge if you went through with it, with him tempting you for the next thirty days. Eyes looking into his half lidded ones, your gaze shifted from them to his lips, mesmerized by the way his lips formed around the words. 

“I can fuck you whenever I want to.” You swallowed hard, body squirming in response to his raspy voice as he said it. 

“I don’t need some stupid challenge to show my self restraint.” he said, hand moving towards the column of your throat as he lips came to the side of your ear, placing a kiss on the lobe of it while his fingers lightly traced circular patterns into the skin of your throat and his other hand weaved his fingers between yours. 

“Imagine not having this for another month. Don’t want that to happen do you?” Rensuke purred, making you whine. Pulling away from you, he kissed the tip of your nose, dropping himself on the other side of his bed. 

“Too bad, it seems like you landed yourself in this one. Since I would be ‘up for it.’” Rensuke said, a smirk playing on his lips as he faced away from you to sleep. That night you racked your brain for ideas of how you could possibly seduce him for the next 30 days, thinking of how you could make his patience snap. 

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 ��𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞.

Meguru placed his feet on the sofa as he watched the match on the screen before him, your head in his lap as you scrolled through your phone, laughing particularly hard at one meme about people losing the NNN challenge, making Meguru look at you in fondness yet curiosity. Playing with your hair, he asked you in a playful tone. “What’s got you laughing?” 

“Seems like people are losing the NNN challenge.” “What’s that…?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, clueless. 

“You can’t touch yourself or your partner for the whole month of November. That’s the No nut November challenge.” you said simply, looking back at your phone. You didn’t feel Bachira move or the sound of the television that was now on mute. Just what was the thinking? Tilting your head up slightly, you were met with the sight of Meguru staring into empty space before him. 

“What are you thinking about Meguru?” you asked, playing with the blonde colored parts of his hair. He hummed in response, taking your hand into his, entwining his digits with yours. “Tell me.” “It's not that hard.” he declared, looking down at you, his honey like gaze holding mischief in them. 

“What isn’t?” “The challenge.” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. Choosing to contest him, you got up from your spot, hsi face looking relaxed and close to smug. “You think you can pull off this challenge?” you asked, crossing your arms over his chest. “It is not impossible.” he said, sinking into the couch with a wave of his hand to show the easiness he felt about it. “You and the no nut november challenge? Meguru there’s no way-” “Why don’t we take it up then?” he asked, eyes staring into yours with dispassion. Leaning forward, he placed a hand behind you, his cheek coming close to yours as he whispered into your ear. “I know that I fuck you like an animal, make you cry out and make you stand on shaky legs the next day.” 

Pulling away his eyes bore into yours, half lidded and smug. “But I can be tame sometimes.” You metally groaned at the thought of not having pleasure for the next month. There was only so much you could do on your own, your body wanting Meguru and his touch. 

“So we’re going through with it.” he said with finality, turning towards the television screen, unmuting it, paying attention to the match. 

You turned to the other side of the couch, making sure to hide your phone away from Bachira’s gaze. ``100 ways to seduce your boyfriend, when he won’t pay attention to you.’ 

✦ 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.

Although Nagi spent most of his time on his phone watching videos of football, learning new tricks or playing games, he wasn’t confined to living under a rock. Scrolling through social media, he was waiting for the announcement of a new game that was dropping that day, his eyes catching a glimpse of a post that he was unfamiliar with, the caption stating, ‘When you fail the NNN challenge.’ 

The ping of your phone caught your attention, causing you to pick up the device. It wasn’t a surprise to see a message from Nagi, but the message itself caught you off guard. Clicking on the video, you felt a laugh come out of you as the video played that of a panicked man realizing it was the night of the thirty first of October. It was the NNN challenge. But why would Nagi send you that? Your question was answered with the appearance of a text bubble that came beneath the said video. 

Sei ♡ : ‘What are the limits here?’ 

Sighing you typed back.

You : Are you asking me about the challenge? Sei ♡ : yeah its all over my feed now. 

You : Why don’t you just search it up? Sei : Too lazy. 

Shaking your head at his sloth like personality that took over at times when he wasn’t at a field, you typed back, 

You : It’s the No nut November challenge. You can’t touch yourself or your partner for the whole month of November. 

You watched as the text bubble appeared and reappeared, this time the text making you quirk an eyebrow. 

Sei ♡ : Let’s do it. You : Are you sure? I don’t think you can hold out long. 

Little did you know that your text had made Nagi stand his ground and not change his mind, providing him with the motive to toy with you until you gave in and lost the challenge. 

It had been five minutes with Sieshiro leaving you on read. Had he grown hesitant and decided that the challenge was not worth it? You felt a smirk come on your lips at the thought of having the upper hand of the argument, managing to have him question his capacity of self restraint. Your train of thoughts was interrupted with the ping of your phone, making your curiosity rouse as you stared at the screen. 

Sei ♡ : Sent an attached image.

Opening the picture you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you took in the sight before you. Nagi had lifted up his jersey the cloth between his teeth, displaying a set of well cut abs with a light sheen of sweat, his jersey shorts being pulled a bit under his adonis belt by his gloved hand, the veins on his forearms prominent, presenting the sinful image of his v lines along with the happy trail that went down into the hem of his shorts. Taking a screenshot of the image, you saw the appearance of a text bubble. 

Sei ♡ : ‘Think you can hold out long? Taking an ss isn’t very nice yk?’ Seishiro smirked at the upper hand he had in the game with you taking the bait. Little did he know about the tricks you had up your sleeve, deciding to online shop for outfits were sure to break his even temper.

[satoruin]

➢ fake it ‘til we make it

pairing: yoichi isagi x gn!reader

summary: your failed confession somehow leads to you fake dating your classmate, yoichi isagi. pre-blue lock

word count: 3.3K

notes from lee: for misha & tired bc i saw them live-blogging abt their bllk manga reading. also i feel so bad for rin, bc i claim he’s my #1 but i write a drabble and fic about his 2 enemies (sae and isagi), he’s gonna make me #3 enemy fr

You were so sure that he would have accepted your feelings. Your body is hot with embarrassment and the gaze of everyone in the hallway. You feel absolutely idiotic right now, bent over holding out a confession letter even after he’s left.

You stand up despite wanting to curl into a ball on the floor and reflexively brush yourself off. You’re in shock and know you can’t cry, not in front of all these people. But the whispers from those who had witnessed your failed confession reach your ears, and you think maybe you will cry in front of them.

You turn to leave, the bell will ring soon, but someone is calling your name loud enough for the hallway to turn their heads. “Hey! (Y/n)!” He’s out of breath and heaving, having run through the crowded hallway to reach you. The ravenette grasps your hands and declares loudly, “I love you! Please go out with me!”

You look down at your hands enveloped in his and then up to his expectant stare with wide eyes. You recognize him. He’s in your class, Yoichi Isagi. Was he really interested in you? He whispers to you, “I’m trying to help you out. Just say yes.”

With a gasp, you seem to put the puzzle pieces together. Isagi is helping you save face. You smile, albeit warily, and respond, “Thank you, Isagi. I’m really flattered that you made such a declaration. I can’t say I return your sentiments, but I’m willing to try.”

He beams, glad that you took his help. “After class, I’ll take you to my favorite place, so please wait for me!” He replies loudly, so everyone can hear once again. You’re still shocked and confused but nod fervently to play along in his scheme.

Isagi walks you to your shared class and pulls out your chair at your desk for you. He tilts his head and gives you a close-eyed smile before he heads to his seat behind yours. As soon as he’s seated, you have people swarming your desk, all asking about your very eventful morning. The bell rings and silences their questions. You give them a brief smile and a helpless shrug as the teacher walks in.

Lunch doesn’t come soon enough. Your classmates are starting to crowd your desk again. Isagi pushes through all of them, grabs your hand, and rushes out of the room with you in tow. You glance back to the door and see your classmates poking their heads out of the doorframe in an attempt to see where Isagi is taking you. He leads you to a staircase at the backside of the building, where only a few people are around.

He lets go of your hand and apologizes, “I’m so sorry. I grabbed your hand without thinking, but you looked uncomfortable earlier. Everyone asked about your morning, and they were going to just now, so I figured this would be better…” The soccer player looks away and blushes while reaching to scratch at his neck nervously.

You bite back a smile at how awkwardly adorable he is. “No, I appreciate it, and this morning too. It’s far less embarrassing since you ‘confessed’ to me,” doing the air quote gesture as you say confess. You don’t pay attention as Isagi turns away with a hand to his face to hide his growing blush. His confession may have been sudden, but it was undoubtedly genuine, not that you ever needed to know.

“Now I’m a little bit less of a loser,” you laugh at yourself before continuing, “You really don’t need to follow through with fake dating me. We can pretend to go on one date and then break up publicly.”

Oh. While Yoichi understood, he wanted to fake date you for just a little while. It would be the closest he would get to actually dating you. “It might be a little unrealistic if we break up so soon. After declaring my love for you, maybe 2 weeks is good? Plus, it will make that loser you confessed to look stupid for turning you down.” He can’t look at you in case you refuse his proposal. So he stabs the rolled omelets packed in his lunch.

“If you don’t mind, then I’m okay with that. I just don’t want to be a bother. I know the soccer team has some important games coming up.” You pick at your own lunch, now somehow nervous about him rejecting you after he had been the one to bring it up.

He wants to shout, you would never be a bother. But he composes himself, though hardly. “You should come to the games and practice. I think it would make it really seem like we’re dating.” Upon saying that, he realizes the many other things he’d like to do with you under the guise of dating. He stares blankly at his food as he imagines walking you home while he holds your hand.

You clap your hands, “We have to exchange numbers! Do you have your phone on you?” Isagi shakes his head. He had left his phone beyond to prioritize you and his lunch. You pull out your phone and open it to the contact before handing it over to him. “I’ll text you, so make sure you save my number.”

He enters his number and name before saving it. He hands it back, but he notices your frown. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t think my boyfriend’s contact name should be just his name. Let me rename it.” You’re too focused to notice how he flushes at you calling him boyfriend. Yoichi waits as you tap your phone and then shove it in his face to show him. You’ve saved his name as ‘Yoi <3’, and he can see the text you’ve sent, ‘hi darling, it’s (y/n)! make sure you save my number’. He’s starting to wonder if you’re deliberately trying to kill him by being adorable.

“It’s almost time to go back, right?” Isagi asks you and stands before offering you a hand to get up. He smiles brightly down at you, and the thought crosses your mind that maybe you won’t mind fake dating him.

It’s been maybe two weeks since you started ‘dating’ Yoichi, and you can say that it’s actually pretty fun. You wait for him after your club is done, or he’ll wait for you when he finishes early; his teammates tease him either way. He walks you to the train station and texts you for homework between the jokes he sends.

Today Isagi has another soccer game that places the team closer to Nationals. Even though he was the one that mentioned that you should come at the beginning of the fake dating, he always tells you that you can go home on the days that he has games.

But over the two weeks of watching his practice and the occasional game, you’ve come to like watching his games. You know nothing about soccer, but he answers your questions, taking time to explain everything and anything you want to know.

You don’t shout for him like the first time you came to one of his games (he ran head-on into one of his teammates and got subbed out soon after), and instead, just watch from the cold metal bleachers. Even during the halftime break, you let Yoichi be so he can focus on winning the game. You know he wants to take the team to Nationals. It’s been a frequent topic of discussion over text and after games when he walks you to the station, so you know just how important every game leading up to it is.

You wait for another 45 minutes as the second half plays out. The score has been tied and stays that way for most of the remaining half. You recognize the different strategies Isagi had pointed out during his practice, the triangle formation as he passes to his teammates and makes a run towards the goal. Seeing the ball rolls into the 18-yard box, you move to the edge of your seat. It’s the most promising chance you’ve seen during this second half as Isagi’s teammate notices the run Yoichi made and passes. Almost effortlessly, he’s able to score. The opposing goalkeeper’s vision is blocked by his defenders allowing Yoichi to shoot the ball right into the top corner.

You cheer, and immediately Yoichi’s head whips around to find you. He smiles and waves with both hands over his head before his teammates clamor around him. The team celebrates the goal and resets to fend off the opposing team as the clock ticks down. You’re not overly anxious about the game itself, but you’re itching for it to end so you can go down and congratulate Yoichi on his game-winning goal.

The referee signals the additional time in the match, and you make your way down the bleachers to reach Yoichi as soon as the game is called. The final whistle blows, and your school’s team rushes the field to celebrate being a win closer to Nationals.

You wait on the sideline for him, not in any hurry to break him away from the team. But he finds you, well, he’s been pushed over by his teammates. He’s sweaty, flushed, and heaving, but still, he has the energy to smile widely at you.

You mirror his smile, aware of the many eyes on you. “I think you’re teaching has been paying off because I can tell you did really good! Congrats on the goal too.”

His teammates ‘ooh’ at your words and make kissy sounds around you. Soon Yoichi is being pushed again so that he’s mere inches away from you as the surrounding members of the soccer team start to chant ‘kiss’. Yoichi tries to tell them off, making excuses that he’s sweaty and it would make for a bad first kiss between you two. The team is relentless though, and the few inches that had been granted before are taken away.

You’re pushed into him with no room to push away. Yoichi’s jersey is sticky with sweat, and his hair sticks to his forehead. He whispers a sorry before he places a hand on your face and kisses you.

His teammates go wild at the display of affection and finally break away to yell about Yoichi getting some. Little do they know there was no kiss.

Yoichi places his forehead on yours, noses almost touching, and sighs like he actually did kiss you. He moves the thumb that impeded your kiss to where his other fingers rest on your face. He whispers, “Sorry. I have to go, but wait for me, and I’ll walk you to the station.” He backs away and goes toward the bench to listen to his coach.

You stand, flustered, as you bring your hand to where Yoichi’s hand has been and feel how hot your cheeks are. But more than anything, you’re wishing he hadn’t put his thumb on your lips.

True to his word, Yoichi walks you to the train station like he always does. He carries your bag and offers up his warm-up jacket since it’s dark, ever the gentleman. It’s a bit awkward on the walk to the station, neither of you wants to address the almost-kiss that happened.

But that doesn’t matter when you reach the train station. “I think we should ‘break up’.” He does air quotes around break up, much like you had when talking about his confession. “It’s been 2 weeks now. I think everyone’s forgotten what happened.”

Oh. This is why he didn’t kiss you.

You feel your stomach sink, but if this is what he wanted then you’d do it. “Oh! I didn’t realize it’d been 2 weeks already. If that’s what you want then sure we can end our pretend relationship.”

He doesn’t say anything, but hands you your bag. Before you grab it, you move to take off his jacket. “You can just give it to me tomorrow.” You stare at him, but he can’t meet your gaze. He stretches his arm further so you can take your bag, clearly, he wants to leave.

“Ok.” You take your bag and as soon as he can feel that you have it, he turns and leaves. Your relationship was fake, so why did it hurt so bad when he asked to break up?

You go home, in his jacket, and wait for a text that never comes. Normally, Yoichi texts to make sure you’ve made it home but the screen doesn’t light up no matter how much you stare at it.

Yoichi’s jacket is draped over your desk chair, the sight of it makes you frown. There are lots of questions you have about what happened and why it happened the way it did, but it wasn’t real which somehow makes it so much worse.

You throw the jacket in the wash, so you can return it tomorrow. You check your phone again, but of course, there’s nothing.

Similarly, Yoichi stares at his phone, thumb hovering over the send button. The text he wants to send is a normal one, something he wouldn’t hesitate to send just yesterday.

The worst thing he thinks about him breaking up with you was the time and space you once occupied in the name of keeping up appearances would be void. Just a few hours later and he’s already missing you.

But Yoichi knew that continuing to fake date you was selfish of him. He’s not selfish, even on the field, but he wants to be. But he doesn’t want to keep you from pursuing someone you genuinely liked, that’s not fair. (Even though he hopes it would be him.)

Though the way you seemed surprised when he told you it had been two weeks, the way you had said ‘if that’s what you want’, even hesitating just slightly to take your bag from him, it meant something, right?

He groans and tosses his phone aside, trying to distract himself from overthinking the situation. He did not need to give himself false hopes and delusions that you were upset over this like he was.

It’s the first time in two weeks that nobody greets you at the front gate. Yoichi is usually at the school early for morning practice and even when the team doesn’t he still arrives early to walk you to the shoe locker.

He’s not in his seat when you enter, so you leave a plastic bag with his folded jacket inside on top of his desk. He comes in unusually late, apologizing to the teacher several times and explaining there had been morning practice.

Some small optimistic part of you wants to think that maybe he would have walked you to the shoe locker had his practice not run late, but realistically you know he’s probably ready to run away like he had at the train station yesterday.

You put your head down on the desk and don’t pay attention to the lecturing of the teacher.

You thought that habits took 30 days to form, so why did 2 stupid weeks affect you this much? It’s been 3 days of school now and you find yourself at every turn looking for Isagi.

When it's time for lunch you instinctively look back to find him so you can have lunch together, but he’s already out the door. You try to suppress the automatic urge you have to find Isagi any time there’s a second of free time in your schedule. But still, you somehow find yourself at the metal bleachers of the soccer field once again.

Once you fully register the automatic decisions your body has made you try to leave. It was awkward enough that Isagi made it a fairly obvious point to avoid you. The metal creaks every time you move, but you try moving slowly to avoid detection.

Luck is not on your side as their coach calls for a water break and the whole team turns to face the bleacher you are currently trying to leave. They all recognize you, after your ‘kiss’ they’d be stupid not to, and so they shout their greetings and call out Isagi for making you wait through the practice.

You sit back down and wave, there’s no way you can leave now. And you don’t want to cause Isagi trouble by having his teammates grill him on a nonexistent relationship. So you wait.

The sun begins to set and practice ends. You wait for Yoichi, so things don’t seem amiss to his teammates. He walks with you wordlessly to the train station like it’s a habit for him too. And you end up at the same spot you did just 4 days ago when he decided to ‘break up’ with you.

You want to apologize for making him walk you to the station, but the way he looks in the blazing orange light seems to make your mouth say all the words your mind is thinking. “I miss you. I miss your texts and greeting you in the morning. I miss eating lunch together. I miss being your friend.” As soon as you say it, you know friend is not the right word, but what is?

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), but I can’t be friends with you.” He leaves the ‘I want to be so much more’ unsaid.

You immediately jump to question him, “Why? Do you not feel this gaping hole of emptiness too?”

“What?” His eyebrows furrow in either shock or confusion, he certainly couldn’t say.

“I’m constantly feeling like I need you by my side. I look for you every single moment of spare time. I want to be close to you, I want to see you, I want to read your texts, and send you homework answers. I want you, Yoichi.” You take a staggered breath in and your heart beats loud in your ears. Oh, you know what word to use now. “Yoichi, I want you to be my boyfriend, for real this time.”

He stays silent longer than you would like, but you stay hopeful. Looking back at your fake relationship there was no way he didn’t reciprocate. All the things he had suggested in the name of appearances was proof enough for you.

“Really?” Is the only thing he asks. You nod vigorously now that you’ve figured out your feelings. A smile starts to make its way into his face, but he brings up a hand to cover it along with the growing blush. He squats and pumps his fist as he shouts, “Yes!”

You’re a bit shocked at his sudden reaction, but happy he’s reacting in such a positive manner. He stands back up again and places his hand on your shoulders. “Do you know how long I’ve liked you? I mean, god, (Y/n), this is-” He can’t even finish his sentence because he’s laughing and resting his head on your shoulder.

You brush your hand over the back of his head, smoothing over the hair. He holds onto the hand as his head snaps up. He looks at you with a soft expression, one you’re sure he did while you fake dated.

“Can I kiss you?” He gives you a lopsided smile before adding, “For real this time.” No doubt teasing you for earlier.

You roll your eyes and grab the collar of his jacket, pulling him close for you to whisper on his lips, “Kiss me.” And he does.

The next day he walks into school with your hand in his.

[yuansimps]

The fight is over. Get the cameras away.

Sae Itoshi x Athlete!Gn! Reader

—>You were just watching your beloved boyfriend Sae's match, but some man said some things that made you mad.

Warnings!! Reader knows how to fight, random man saying stupid stuff to you.

"What is your problem with me?" you said with a cold tone, making the man in front of you shake.

You had a pretty face, sure, but the muscles that was visible on your arms screamed danger. The man frowned and started to shout at you.

"ME?! What is YOUR problem, huh!? Just beacuse you're the lover of that useless football player doesn't mean you can go around and make peoples life harder!" the man said.

You really got mad there. How could he say 'useless' to your perfect boyfriend?

"And how is me watching my boyfriend play can make your life harder?" you said as you got up from your seat and stood in front of the man who was bothering you for the very last 8 minutes.

Those who presented the football match realized that there was a problem in the stands and they immediately reflected you on the cameras.

Sae and his team were on a break, so when you appeared on the cameras he focused on the big screen.

The man tried to push you, but you didn't budge. He got angry and screamed some things to you. Sae knew you could protect yourself but he was still worried.

Everyone was watching the screens, the people near you and the man tried to seperate you two but the man only got angrier.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU." the man said and punched you on the face with all of his might. The stadium fell silent, you took a few steps back beacuse of the punch.

Sae couldn't believe his eyes, he started to run towards the stands but his teammates stopped him and pointed towards the screen. He looked at the screen again only to find you grabbing the mans collar and headbutted him.

Blood was dripping from your nose, you grabbed the mans arms and twisted it. The audience started to cheer for you, you pushed the man to the floor and glared at the cameras. Silently saying 'The fight is over. Get that cameras away.' the screen reflected the score again.

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"Don't worry, his punch was not that strong." you said as you looked at the beautiful face of your boyfriend. He was holding an icepack to your nose while your head was on his lap.

"Shut up. You took three steps back when he punched you. You still call this a 'not a strong punch'?" Sae said, you sighed and closed your eyes. Smiling to yourself.

"...I was worried.." (Sae)

"I can see that." (You)

"You could try to care for yourself, then." (Sae)

"I'm sorry, love. I really didn't want to fight. But his words were just....unacceptable. You know you're my red line, I can't stop myself when they say your name and talk shit about you." you got up to a sitting pozition and stroked Sae's cheek with your thumb.

Sae sighed and snuggled closer to your body, he was basically on your lap but who cares.

"I don't care about them, I know you're strong and all but....you feel pain too. It's not like you're immortal or anything." he mummbled into your neck, you chuckled and sterted to play with his hair.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to keep that in mind." you said and kissed his head. Sae smiled, he really liked how protective you were for him.

"I hope so." he said and went off to sleep....

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"Hello?...Yeah. I want that man banned from all of my games in the future....No. I'm sure. I don't want him to bother my lover again."

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I STAN Y/N WITH MUSCLES—

[pppeachyyys]

OMGGG! I LOVE your crush and confession headcanons! They're ooo cute! Can I ask you for some more crush and confession headcanons for any BLLK characters you want? I'd love to read them!

✩ YAJSQJS tysm !! i wrote for isagi and bachira. i hope u enjoy <3

puppy love pt 2 | ft isagi and bachira

✩ what are the bllk boys like with their crush ?

isagi yoichi

✩ the sweetest :( he’s so nervous and fidgety every time he’s around you!!

✩ isagi is known to be very polite and generally respectful to everyone, so to his own crush, he’s just 10x kinder. 😞

✩ LOVES complimenting you about anything. if you praise him back, he’s quick to cover the blush on his face.

✩ literally kazehaya from kimi no todoke ???? HE’s LITERALLY HIM OH MY GOD

✩ he’s always looking at you even when you guys aren’t talking. you can notice him steal glances at you whenever the teacher is busy with his lecture or his friends are talking about soccer.

✩ mini staring contests with him that results in both of you having racing hearts and hot cheeks D: ugh yall are too cute

✩ never forgets stuff about you. the moment you say something, it’s permanently in his brain and he’ll make sure to apply it into his life.

✩ you mentioned a food you liked ? he has it for you the next day. you mumble that you aren’t feeling well ? don’t worry, isagi is at your door after school with medicine. 

✩ gets super embarrassed when someone mentions you. he instantly perks up and pays attention when somebody says your name.

✩ “hey, isagi- you listening ?”

✩ “huh ? oh yeah i am ! don’t worry.” 

✩ “okay… anyways guys did you see y/n-”

✩ “y/n ?! where ?”

✩ also tends to get jealous / possessive over you. even though you guys aren’t dating, he doesn’t want you to think about anyone else. :( he isn’t insecure, but rather he just wants to let everyone know that isagi likes you the most. (which in his mind means no one else can like you)

✩ this causes him to backfire his confession accidentally LMFAO

the striker watches you with narrowed blue eyes, his mind analyzing the current situation before him. a student was before you, face red and words fumbling, their fingers holding onto what looked like a love letter.

he scoffed to himself. what kind of person looks like that while confessing ? it makes them look cowardly. isagi was a firm believer that if you were to confess, it should be full of confidence, which was what he was practicing in front of the mirror everyday. 

before he knows it, you’re striding back over to him with the letter in your hands. “i turned them down.” you say. hearing your voice makes him instantly jolt. 

“huh ? why’d you do that ?” he asks nervously. he’s quick to notice the way your eyes dart around but chooses to not question it. you shrug. “i’m just not interested in them, that’s all.” 

the hallway is empty and all signs of the love struck student is gone. he musters up a nod, a smile growing on his face. “yeah. of course you wouldn’t be interested when you have me !”

the moment those words leave his mouth, he’s mentally slapping himself and feels heat rise from his neck up, shades of red blooming on his face.

“sorry ! i didn’t mean it like that- uh… you know i meant like uh… uhm….” 

you laugh, something isagi didn’t expect to happen. he looks at you and sees your cheeks just as hot as him, the joyous giggles filling his ears like a melody. 

“actually, it would be better if you meant it like that. but you’re right yoichi.” you look right back at him confidently. “i don’t look at anyone else since i have you.”

isagi curses to himself, realizing all that practicing in the mirror was worth nothing the moment he saw your face.

bachira meguru

✩ super friendly!!! he makes it known in the way that makes you feel comfortable about it.

✩ always includes you in anything and everything. he hates the feeling of being left out and he’s well familiar with the feeling of it. bachira never wants you to feel lonely :(

✩ like i mentioned before, he makes sure you know that he likes you. 

✩ would just come up to you and say you’re cute. then proceeds to befriend you quickly and before you know it, you guys are best friends. 

✩ “hey ! i saw you across the classroom and thought you were really cute. what clubs are you in ?”

✩ bachira is a touch kinda guy, he loves showing affection to his friends, which means you included. if you were to voice about it though, he would gladly respect your boundaries.

✩ if you are okay with it though, he’ll indulge in it to it’s most! always massaging your shoulders, pushing you around gently, and playing with your hair.

✩ he gets so lost in the feeling of liking you that he gets super attached. 

✩ overthinks a lot :(. his childhood still reflects onto himself and he gets insecure about himself and how he’s treating you. he’s scared to lose you but he doesn’t want you to leave.

bachira is scared. it’s another one of those nights that consist of sleeplessness, anxiety, and worst of all- you missing from his mind. he can’t stop thinking if there was something wrong with him. 

he felt like a creep. a monster. he felt like he was just keeping you to himself like a murderer keeping someone hostage, and he hated it. yet at the same time, he refused to let you go.

you were too good for him, he thought. you never expressed disgust towards him nor ever treated him horribly. you were an angel compared to him. 

the amber-eyed boy keenly stares at his phone, contemplating if he should give in to the temptation of texting you. it was just so alluring, the image of your presence being enough to comfort him.’

surprisingly, he isn’t the first to text. you are.

he stares at the message glowing on the screen, reading, ‘are you awake ? i can’t sleep and i lowk miss u :(‘.

the heart inside of him flutters for a moment. he picks up the device and gives it a few clicks. ‘yep yep ! i’m awake. what’s up ?’

‘not much. i just like talking to u’

you’re still typing. he’s anticipating the next message.

‘<3’

bachira smiles. maybe worrying about it truly shouldn’t be his first concern.

[kumimi3]

could you please also write the idol scenario for chigiri too? i really liked your last one!

❪ BLUE LOCK BOYS <33 ❫ ❮ a star idol dancing for their lover ⟡⟡ ↳ chigiri and isagi

continuing | return back to level i !

❪ chigiri ❫

he knew of your performance the day before, Chigiri is observant and has good hearing, listening intently to the producers in the meeting room, the mention of your name took him by surprised

Chigiri was subtle, he knew it was going to be a secret with how quiet you’ve been since last week, practicing on your vocals much strictly than before

bringing you water inside the music studio, putting a humidifier inside your shared apartment, making sure you don’t hurt your vocals by helping you breath, those are the simple services he did to help you since day one

And once your performance is now starting, Chigiri was already at the front seat as he looks at you with a small smile, clapping along with the crowd as you/your group starts to sing and dance

Chigiri has been allured by you since the camera showed your majestic visuals, as if you were looking at him with those sweet eyes of yours

When the performance ended, he was one of the people who stood up and clapped even more loudly, you just did so wonderful with your performance, how could he not?

Taking away your earpiece and entering the hallway, you suddenly stopped when you heard many squeals and screams from all over the people in the stadium, you realized you were on the screen, but why exactly were they loud all of a sudden?

“Congratulations, Y/n, you look marvelous as always."

Turning around, you met Chigiri’s longing eyes stare at you while holding a big bouquet of your favorite flowers, he was holding it tightly in secret, he just couldn’t help but blush when you smiled at him

Everyone was looking at the screen, watching as Chigiri starts to walk forward and hand you the flowers, what surprised them the most was him suddenly picking you up and kiss you so passionately you almost forgot that you and your lover are still obvious to everyone

His teammates whistled at the scene, but Chigiri didn’t care, he is in his own bubble with you

Breaking off the kiss, he smiled as you both press each other’s forehead, and when he heard that the match was about to start, he pecked your forehead with a light kiss and ruffled your hair before walking together with his team, not before saying

“Y/n, I’ll win this game for you.”

❪ isagi ❫

This boy… OML

Once he saw you at the stage, he was stunned, who was that beautiful angel dancing with the most mesmerizing aura? Oh my gosh its his lover, the love of his life!!!

Won’t waste a moment and quickly sprint towards the seat closest to your position, he will scream your name at the top of his lungs and literally combust and short-circuit when you notice and give him a cute expression

“Hey, miss! Do you see them? That’s my sweetheart!” “Mister, look at the one in the middle, they’re so beautiful right? I’m gonna marry them someday!"

Compliments you so much to the other people, he barely couldn’t focus on you because he knows that just one stare across your eyes and he knows his legs will feel like jelly with how much he loves you

If he has his phone with him, he will definitely take pictures and videos of you, you can even hear him screaming behind the camera, “Go, Y/n!” “Gah, you’re so cool!"

The time the performance ends, he runs back to the field and open his arms to welcome you, it wasn’t long before he attacks you with so much kisses, cupping your face gently yet giggles so much

The rush of adrenaline finally dies down and his face now becomes like a tomato, apologizing to you, but he was still caressing your cheek and holding your waist

“I’m the luckiest man in the world. I’m gonna go up to the field and play, okay? And I want you to know that… I will win, for you, for us.”

[exchangestudentnova]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕

Features: Pro player Isagi Yoichi x reader

Content: Established relationship, just Isagi and the reader joining their day off together^^

Term of endearment used for the reader: My love, babe

Finally after countless days of unmatched schedule, your day off from work coincided with Isagi's. The two of you were excited to spend each and every waking minute with each other.

"Hmmm good morning my love" Isagi wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead which brings out a small smile on your face. You put your arm around his shoulder and bring him back into the pillow. He has a habit of waking up at the earliest signs of dawn , so you pull him back and remind him of his day off. He chuckles slightly as he joins you for the second round of sleep.

Next time the two of you wake up when the sun is already shining in the sky. "Now you should wake up my love, we planned so much for today"

"Eh I don't want wake up" you poke your tongue out but Isagi was in a mischievous mood. He talked tickling you.

"Tickle tickle tickle"

"Ahh Isagi okay okay I'll get up stop" your eyes almost filled with tears from laughing so much, it was enough to make you get out of your bed and start your morning routine.

You were preparing for your bath when Isagi's hands wrapped around you picking you up and carrying you as your laughter fills the house. Placing you in front of the tub he reveals what he's been working on.

Bubbles. A bubble bath.

The two of you join the bath together, splashing water on each other, relaxing with the bubbles and washing each other's hair. After some innocent kissing and not so innocent touching, you finally get dressed and head out to your first destination. The aquarium.

Or well, atleast that's what was planned

"Isagi! Look there are so many cute puppies here!!"

The detour was at a puppy shelter. Their cute waging tails and tiny paws were enough to convince the both of you to spend almost half your day with them. The date to the aquarium turned into a date with puppies. Nonetheless, it was fruitful for Isagi because he burned in his brain with the memory of you and the small creatures together, realising all the times he missed hearing your laugh, watching you smile and the shape of your eyes change cheerfully as a result of your interaction. He felt as if he fell for you all over again. His train of though broke as the sound of your stomach rumbling rang in the field.

"Don't worry babe let's get food. I was getting hungry myself"

He meant at a restaurant. How did you snuff out a carnival so suddenly??

In a blink of an eye he is buying you all sorts of snacks and sweets, enjoying some of it himself. You guys ride on many different attractions and at the end of the day he had to drive the two of you back home.

During the ride home, your mind started thinking back on the time you first met Isagi. The sound of a football being kicked at regular intervals, his eyes focused on the ball and the artificial goalkeeper at the blue lock facility. You were tasked by Anri with recording the performance of a few selected players in blue lock. Although you were doing your work, you couldn't help but look forward to seeing Isagi. He was kind, soft spoken and he had a gentle aura around him. His on field personality showcased his determination to become the number one striker and you got to witness his transformation into the strong, intellectual man that he is today. You were pretty sure you won't get to see him again but as the universe had it the two of you met again, this time outside of a professional environment. Things got serious in your relationship and now today you are glad you got to experience love in it's most unadulterated form with him, the world's purest feeling.

[kissagii]

isagi x gn!reader, tw: food, cooking

"Yoichi... are you okay? What's wrong?"

Your boyfriend greets you at the door when you arrive home, eyes red and teary but grinning like a fool nonetheless.

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong! Why would anything be wrong?" He follows close behind you as you enter the apartment, hurriedly rambling through sentence after sentence. "Actually, are you okay? You've probably had a long day, do you want to take a nap?"

Though he tries to shoo you towards the bedroom, and you're tempted to play along and nap, you can tell something's up. "Yoichi. What's wrong? You're acting off."

"Nothing's wrong!" He insists, "Why would anything be wrong? Are you sure you're feeling alright? Aren't you tired?"

At this point he's pushing you towards your bedroom, gently nudging you and forcing you to take small steps in that direction.

"Yeah, yeah, alright, I'll take a nap. Just let me pull something out for dinner, 'kay?"

Isagi inhales sharply, "No, no need! Just tell me what you want and I'll get it for you!"

There's most definitely something up.

You ignore his protests (most of which involve pouting and calling your name sadly) and head straight to the kitchen. There you find a half-cooked meal: spices strewn across the counter, a half-cut onion, and oil that smells on the verge of burning.

"Your oil's about to burn, love, I suggest you turn off the stove and finish chopping that onion."

Hurriedly he scrambles through the kitchen, fumbling with the burner and trying to hide the mess from you, "You were not supposed to see all that... but it's too late now, isn't it?"

"Far too late. And now I've got to fix... what even happened to this onion?" You take the knife and survey the mess he made of the vegetable, about half of it chopped into horrifically uneven pieces.

"It hurts my eyes," He pouts, placing his chin on your shoulder. "I was just tryna be a good boyfriend n make you dinner."

You can't help but giggle at his sorry attempt, "Cooking for me would only be a good boyfriend move if you could actually cook, love."

"Do you still love me?" Isagi asks softly, wrapping his arms gently around your waist.

What a stupid question.

You bring your free hand up to ruffle his hair playfully, inky black locks soft under your touch. He hums, nuzzling closer into you.

"You're a loser, Yoichi, but you're my loser."

"Love you too... and I'm not a loser."

one fun fact about me is that i love isagi too much

[itoshiexx]

1K FOLLOWERS EVENT ‧₊✩‧₊˚

hello pookies!! i'm so so so happy to announce i reached 1K followers here on tumblr — and before my birthday, yay! i wanna thank you all so much for all the love and support you've given me since i started posting my own stuff in here, and also say that i'm extremely grateful for all the friends i made in this community! <3

that being said, i decided to host a small event to celebrate this milestone! it won't be anything grand since i don't really have time to write alot, but i do hope you enjoy nonetheless ^^

it's open for everyone, so don't hesitate to send an ask! and without further do, see below the cut for more info! ♥

STATUS: CLOSED

event masterlist

INFO AND RULES ‧₊✩‧₊˚

info — if you'd like to participate, send an ask choosing a character + concept, and i'll write a drabble/shortfic with reader insert ♥

requests will be closed December 26th (aka my birthday)

i'll write everything as gn!reader to be more inclusive, and please keep in mind that i may not accept all requests if i can't think of what to write. this is just a lil something for fun so please no pressure either &lt;3

FANDOMS / CHARACTERS AVAILABLE ‧₊✩‧₊˚

blue lock — ... all of them? i guess? (lol) but preferably itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, michael kaiser, bachira meguru, barou shoei, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku

jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, ryomen sukuna, itadori yuuji, nanami kento

haikyuu — kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji, ushijima wakatoshi, tendou satori, miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi

CONCEPTS ‧₊✩‧₊˚

— Querencia (n.) - a place where one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self

— Kairosclerosis (n.) - the moment when you realize you’re happy

— Selcouth (adj.) - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous

— Orphic (adj.) - mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding

— Forelsket (n.) - the euphoria experience when you first fall in love

— Sweven (n.) - a vision seen in sleep; a dream

— Hiraeth (n.) - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

— Saudade (n.) - a nostalgic longing for something or someone

— Nepenthe (n.) - something that can make you forget grief or suffering

— Solivagant (adj.) - wandering alone

— Absquatulate (v.) - to leave without saying goodbye

— Drapetomania (n.) - the overwhelming urge to run away

— Cafuné (n.) - running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

— Tacenda (n.) - things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence

— Anfractuosity (n.) - something twisting and turning; something mazelike and confusing

if there’s any cool word with cool meaning you’d like me to do, feel free to send it as well!

thank you so incredibly much for everything, and i really hope you enjoy! ♥

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[pashminalamb]

𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻𝕊, 𝕄𝕐 ℍ𝕌ℝ𝕋

𝔼𝔻𝕀𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝟙

Edition 2 : link

ଘ Synopsis : Their words hurt you

ଘ Starring : isagi yoichi, itoshi rin and kunigami rensuke. (They’re 23 and professional players)

ଘ A/N : This is a part of a multicharacter series that I'm currently writing for. Will there be more parts? yes. Will there be comfort? Yes

Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed and appreciated <3

ଘ Currently : no taglists.

ଘ Limit : 3 characters

ଘ Wc : 2.6k

ଘ Warnings : foul language, mentions of injury for Kunigami's part.

ଘ Pairings : Isagi Yoichi x reader, Itoshi rin x reader, Kunigami Rensuke x reader

ଘ Do not copy, repost, translate or edit any of my works.

Link 2, Link 3

♤ Isagi Yoichi : Shut the fuck up. What do you even know about football? 

It had been another quiet night in the apartment. Despite returning from Germany, you rarely got to see your lover; the only reminders being the left dumbbells that were left on the floor along with discarded clothes that gave away the silent message of him not returning home for the night, instead choosing to go out to the field to train until early hours of the morning. 

Sighing, you bent on the floor picking up his discarded sweaty clothes and threw them into the washer, walking to the kitchen to prepare a meal for him and keep it in the microwave in case he was still hungry, leaving a note on top of the lid. 

‘For Yo. Eat well :)” 

Days had turned into a week and there were signs of Yoichi in the house but it felt as if there were a ghost of him, considering the pairs of studs that would be left at the doorstep, the empty dish of the previous night left to dry near the sink or the missing watch that told you he had a press conference or the billboards that were in the city with his face featured for a new product in the market. 

It wasn’t until one night where you had grown frustrated that you had decided to leave at an ungodly hour in the night, driving to the stadium where you knew he would be, practicing.

Walking around the bleachers, on the field, you watched as Yoichi dribbled the ball past his feet and made it past his opponents, the last one before the goal giving him a critical shoulder push as he fell to the ground. 

“Yo!” you gasped, running towards him as the referee held up a yellow card to the opposing team player. Leaning down you watched as he grit his teeth, a feral expression displaying his animosity taking over his face. 

“Are you alright?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. Just… leave. Go home, I’ll be there in two hours.” he said, shoving your hand from his bruised shoulder. “Just come home, Yoichi. You can play tomorrow. You need sleep.” you said, eyes settling on the bags under his gaze. “Tomorrow?” he asked in a grave voice, giving you a glare from the side of his face. “And then what? When I get a broken nose and bleed, you’ll tell me to play next month?” he contested, his voice gaining a higher tone with every passing word. 

“I-” 

“Shut. the. Fuck. up. What do you even know about football?” he asked, a humorless chuckle coming out of him. “I’ve earned my place in this field. I don’t need to hear what I need to and don’t need to do when I’m the best here. And if I had to, you would be the last person I would ever come to.” 

You watched as he walked away from you, giving his injured shoulder a few turns before eventually going to the referee, saying that he was ready to play, while the rest of the players stood there awkwardly, looking at each other on what they should do. You could feel tears pooling in the corner of your eyes from the sheer humiliation you had felt before them, with the thing that hurt you the most being how small isagi had made you feel. Gritting your teeth, you clenched your fists onto the metal of the car keys, the smooth yet jagged edges digging into the skin of your palm. Taking a slow turn you walked out of the stadium into the car, settling into the driver’s seat with your face staring up at the hood of it, trying to stop the tears from falling down your face. 

After driving around in circles of the city you had made it home, throwing your keys onto the table, and settling on the sofa haphazardly. Maybe you couldn’t give him what he needed…just gave him what you could and what you thought was best.

Not daring to step into your shared room, you decided to pack a bag and not be there for the night; it was a bad idea to stay in the same place that reminded you of the one you wanted to get away from, leaving a gel pack that you had picked up from the konbini in the freezer as one last gesture before you turned in for the night.

Dropping on the soft mattress of the hotel bed and too tired to think from all the tears you cried, you decided to do the best thing and sleep, unaware of the lit up screen of Yoichi and you with a silent ring. 

♤ Itoshi Rin : You’re so insecure, it's actually pathetic. Makes me think why I’m even with you. 

It had been a good six months when you and Rin had become a pair… unofficially. There had been speculated rumors of the football star seeing someone, with the paper printing his image with a random model that he might have met at an event or collaborated with. 

You knew you shouldn’t be envious, as it was Rin who would come to your apartment at time of the night during weekdays or spend the night at your home during the weekend, yet you couldn’t rid off the green feeling that made your insides churn in sadness. 

It was another night in your apartment when you heard the sound of a doorbell. Opening the door, you revealed the figure before you to be none other than the man you had been seeing. Handing you the package of food you had ordered prior, he moved into your apartment, stepping out of his shoes, going into the living room, removing his coat. Taking his spot on the couch, he placed his phone on the table, eyes staring into yours, asking you to join him. Placing the package on the table, you moved to sit close to him, a good space between the two of you. Lifting a finger he beckoned you to come close to him. 

Sighing, you came close until your knee touched his, his hand reaching to yours, entwining your fingers with his. It wasn’t like Rin to talk, choosing his actions to speak louder for him. 

“I saw you on the cover of the magazine today. Didn’t know you were the new model for Issey Miyake…” you said with a small playful smile, remembering the navy blue sweater that Rin wore on the said photoshoot. 

“They’re hosting an event in two days.” Rin said, his thumb brushing over the expanse of your hand. “Social events disgust me.” 

“Hm… but you do have to build your image as a footballer right? Might as well watch models on the runway and clap while you’re at it…” you teased, nudging him. 

Grunting, he placed his head on your shoulder, the soft tresses of his hair brushing against your collarbone causing the corner of your lip to perk up. 

This was nice. 

You felt your hands shake as you held the phone closer to your face, eyes squinting at the image. 

‘Football star Itoshi Rin and Kimimura Ayano at Shibuya : a blossoming love?’ 

Blinking sleepily at the bright light from the morning sleep, you let your gaze adjust until you got a better look at the picture of what seemed to be Rin and the Japanese girl group idol who had been on the steady rise ; his hand brushing the strands of hair away from her face. Your heart dropped.

If he wanted to bring a plus one, why wasn’t it me? 

It was a pattern for a few days where you wouldn’t answer Rin’s texts, answering them with one or two words. Rin knew you had been acting strange, the screen of his phone blank rather than seeing the plethora of messages he usually got from you ranging from owl facts (that were very much welcomed) to what you had decided to buy or go or treat yourself with on that day. It was eerily silent. 

Deciding it was better to see you in person, Rin decided to drive over to your apartment. 

On the sound of the bell, you walked to the door, body too tired to lift itself. Opening the door with a heavy hand, you watched as Rin brushed past you walking to the couch with a quick pace. Walking slow footsteps, each weighing with the sleep you desperately needed, you sat a good foot away from him. 

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. 

“It's… nothing.” you said, hand resting under your chin while the other gripped your phone tightly. 

“You know better than to challenge someone who knows you’re a terrible liar.” “You want to start off with lies, Rin?” you asked, irritation getting the better of you from the lack of sleep and stress. “Why don’t you tell me what this was then?” you asked, unlocking your phone and shoving it in his face. 

Blinking at the picture before him, he grabbed your phone and zoomed in on the pixels. “Where did you find this?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” you spat, snatching your phone away from him. 

“A picture. That’s all it took? Thought your self control was better than that.” his voice touching a grim note, getting up from the couch to sneer down at you. 

“An invite to a person that you’re not dating when you are actually seeing me? Thought your self preservation was better than that.” you retorted, getting up from the couch, until your torso was inches away from his. 

Flaring his nostrils and clenching his jaw, you watched as the warmth in Rin’s eyes now dulled. 

“You’re so insecure, it's actually pathetic. Makes me think why I’m even with you.” 

“And I deserve someone who would not make me second guess my place in their life.” you said, walking towards the door, pressing down the handle to open it. 

“If your conversation is done here, you can go. Don’t want to hold you any longer, Itoshi san.” 

You watched as he clenched his jaw out of anger, fists clenched as he slipped into his shoes and left with heavy footsteps, not turning to bat an eye at you. Closing the door behind him you felt your knees buckle to the floor, as you wept. 

Maybe this was for the best. 

♤ Kunigami Rensuke : You’re an eyesore. So do me a favor and stay out of my way. Get the fuck out of my sight. 

It had been another long evening at the gym, as Rensuke pushed himself on his routine. 

Run…Run hard. Run fast. Run light. Breathe. Repeat. 

Little did he know that the late nights spent at the gym was a way for his subconscious to escape from the nightmares that he faced in the wild card, even if it had been years since he had left the blue lock facility. Closing the door behind him to the apartment he made his way to the kitchen, the sight of a bento flooding into his vision. 

“Out with friends. Eat this in case you get hungry!” 

Deciding to turn in for the night, Rensuke left the box untouched, his muscles screaming for him to get into bed. Stepping out of his clothes until he was in nothing but clad boxers, he pulled the sheets over himself, falling into a deep slumber oblivious to the door opening at midnight. 

Waking up from bed he was greeted with the sight of you setting pieces of toast on the table, the sizzling of food on the pan filling the air with a delicious smell. 

“Good morning Rensuke! Did you sleep well?” you asked with a smile. Grunting as he scratched his bedhead, he walked towards the fridge, grabbing the cold carton of milk and chugging it down. 

“Rensuke! That will just ruin your appetite! You need to eat!” you exclaimed, walking over to him to grab the now half empty milk carton. “If you wanted milk, I would’ve poured it out in a glass for you…” 

“Leaving for practice.” he said simply, footsteps on the wooden floor moving in the opposite direction. 

“When will you be back?” you asked. 

“Dunno.” was all the said, throwing on a shirt and a pair of joggers with his duffel bag as he headed towards the door. You sigh upon hearing the click of the door with Rensuke gone. 

It has been like this for a while now. Spending time together was a rare opportunity and even if you did it was different from how close you were to him. Conversations had merely turned into sounds of approval or discontent rather than talking. 

Silence was all there was. Not to mention the fact that he was not taking care of himself, overworking himself at the gym and not having the appetite that a regular footballer should have. Getting up from the couch you decided to follow him to practice one day, watching him from the bleachers. 

“Kunigami! Pass!” his teammate waved as Rensuke spun the ball on his left foot to tackle the opponent, only to be thrown on the ground in surprise as he felt an ache and a trickle of blood down his foot from the movement of the opponent. Lifting his head he was surprised to see a puncture on his skin, the red liquid flowing and a reddened area that would no doubt swell as time passed. 

Medics rushed to the scene, bandaging his leg while the coach wore a grim expression but tried to maintain his calmness. “Give it time kiddo. You’ll be good in four days.” he said, giving him a pat on the back. “Hit the showers.” 

Kunigami sat on the bench of the locker room, staring at the ground interrupted by the sound of the opening of the door, hands holding the large brown package. 

“Rensuke…” you called out, watching his bare back while the towel covered him and another was draped over his shoulders. Turning around to face you with a clenched jaw, his eyes seemed feral and dangerous. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I…” words failed you as you held the large package in front of you. 

“Did you… How long have you been there?” he asked, getting up from the bench and walking towards you with a limp. “Doesn’t matter… get dressed and I’ll drop you home.” you said with a nervous smile as his intimidating figure stood inches away from you. Peering into the bag he saw an assortment of tablets, protein pellets, a gel pack, other medical and vitamin supplements. 

“You looking down on me?” he snarled. 

“Huh…?” 

“You think I’m pathetic?” 

“What? Rensuke… What are you…?” you asked, as he grabbed the bag out of your hands. 

“Protein supplements.” he said, throwing the box out of the package onto the floor. “Gauze.” 

“Disinfectant.” 

“Bandaids.” 

“More pre workout.” 

“Gel pack.” he said as he kept throwing out the items in the bag onto the floor. 

“Do I seem that pathetic to you?” he asked, ripping the brown cover into shreds as they fell to the floor. Trying to hold in your tears, you swallowed with a deep breath. 

“I am just trying to help you, Suke… You haven’t been taking care of yourself lately. The only thing you do is dash out of the house and I’m worried about you. You look like you haven’t slept in days and I’m concerned about you.” you answered, fingers reaching towards his face only to have it smacked away in anger.

“Are we playing fucking house?” he retorted, laughing a humorless laugh. “I don’t need someone to tell me that I'm not doing fine. You know what you are?” he asked, face coming close to yours. “You’re an eyesore. So… do me a favor and stay out of my way. Get the fuck out of my sight.” he said, walking away from you towards the lockers. Letting your tears fall to the ground you felt your legs shake as you bit your lip. 

“If that’s what makes you happy.” you said, opening the doors to leave, not daring to look back.

[mysouleaten]

OUR GET-ALONG SHIRT

[ this fic is a re-upload from my old account ! ]

bachira m. x gn!mc

summary ... you and bachira don't get along very well and blue lock cant have their best dribblers get into pity fights ! their solution ? is to get you and bachira a 'get-along shirt' isagi ... he just doesn't want his two best friends fighting

warnings ... fluff, mc and bachira acting like an old couple, bachira being a menace, mc is tired lol, maybe bad grammar?, ooc?

you liked your alone time

and it seems bachira likes your alone time too

you were eating? he was talking loudly with his mouth full and getting the food in his mouth everywhere

you were practicing? he was there talking your ear off

trying to use the bathroom? taking a shower? he. was. there.

just being obnoxious and loud

he also asked you millions of stupid questions about anything, 'what are you eating' 'why does your hair look like that?' 'do you always drool in your sleep?'

ok maybe you were overreacting a bit but the guy doesn't know what personal space is! always touching you, jumping on your back, and draping himself all over you

it got to the point where you had to manhandle him off of you! and that's when you started to whine to isagi about bachira telling him to get his little monster away from you!

obviously, isagi, as the kind and more patient person than you, agreed and tried talking to bachira keyword 'tried'

bachira being the little demon he is, started bothering you more, but thankfully not physically... he learned somewhat personal space after you hit him

he just talked to you more often, you even tried to explain to him you wanted to be alone.. but he wouldn't get it 

you just didn't get why bachira bothered you more than the rest of the team! why was bachira so obsessed with annoying you?

because thats how he got your attention,     he was like a third-grade bully that had a crush on a girl with pigtails and would pull them to get the girl to notice them and pay attention to them

yep, that's what he was like

yet you didn't notice this though,     you thought he was just being a little shit

★

isagi wasn't happy knowing his two best friends ... weren't happy with each other- weeell more like you weren't the happy best friend

but he also noticed  how much attention bachira  has been giving you   and so did the blue lock eleven players

karasu suggested a 'get along' shirt to the other players while bachira was off bothering you and you ignoring him

"we should get them a 'get along' shirt" karasu suggested

"huh? what's that?" isagi asked,   "it's like a huge shirt that can fit two people in them," hiori said

"it's like jail for two people, the idea is for them to get stuck together until they can learn how to get along," chigiri said

isagi raised his brows "its that simple?-  but what about [name]? I don't want them getting uncomfortable.. "

"sometimes it works aaaand sometimes   it causes a bigger problem but I think it would be funny to see those two in a 'get along' shirt," karasu said while pointing his thumb behind him

you and bachira were bickering again  (you sprayed water in bachira's face  and he was giggling the whole time)

the team deadpanned at your little bickering match

"yeah let's do it"

"yep yep"

"hurry up! before [name] hears us!"

"where are we gonna get the shirt?"

"beg ego"

"oh"

★

you were in fact not amused in the slightest >:(

but bachira was! he was very amused, you've never seen him with such a wide smile before :D

both you and bachira were standing in front of your team while trapped in a very large shirt with 'get along' written crappily  on the front    with a sharpie

"oook... ego said that you two gotta stay like this until you get along," isagi said  while having his hands in front of him   and a sheepish smile

"..." you just stared at them with a deadpan look

bachira had a cheesy smile "ok! you got it boss!" he gave a thumbs up

again you didn't say anything but you did look down at bachira as he grinned happily back up at you "ready partner?"

you looked back up at the team ignoring bachira(he gave a small pout)      "traitors." was  the first word  that came out,      they ignored just waved at the two of you while leaving the room yelling encouragements to you

"niko ...how could you let them do this to me?" you whined at the younger team member but he just gave you a small smile and waved before leaving

"get along, ok?"

"you suck"

★

it's been a total of twenty minutes

and guess what bachira has been doing? talking your ear off

you sighed and rubbed your right hand down your face bachira noticed this

you did answer some of his questions that you deemed to not be stupid     and his face would light up like a kid  that was given candy  before bed

...

you two made some progress actually!

you two weren't bickering as much,    yes there was a bicker here and there but overall it was a nice twenty minutes even with your  unwilled corporation

in the first five minutes, you didn't want to sit down when bachira asked you

or move to a more comfortable spot,    you just stood there and bachira didn't have enough strength to move you

but before he could start whining you dragged him to sit down comfortably

...

"heyy I have a question for you," bachira asked and you hummed

"why don't you like me?" you raised your brows

moving your eyes to his face and then your head to face him completely "I don't hate you" "that wasn't my question"

you looked confusedly into his eyes and shifted your body brushing most of the left side of it against his right

"I don't understand? like I said I don't hate you"

"well ... you're just so mean to mee" he whined while making his lips into a pouty duck style

you deadpanned "im not mean to you! you're just really annoying!"

"im not! and yes you are mean! anytime I try to get your attention you ignore me!"

"because im so used to you being a little shit! god knows if you'll try to make a fool of me!"

you turned your head away  and he leaned his head  forward    to get a better view of your face

"I just want you to talk to me! you always praise the others and never me >:("

"because we both play the same position!  whatever you do  I do too,  and the same goes for me- and why would you want mine??" you asked while turning your head back in his direction

his eyes widen a bit, and leaned his head back,    your hair was a little messy and it perfectly framed your face and you had a bit of sweat rolling down your face because of how hot it was getting inside the shirt

"bachira? heeeelloo im talking to you here"

"huh? oh- I-" he stopped himself

he had a crush on you for some time but for   whatever reason -whenever he had a chance to confess to you his bravery was kicked out of his body like a soccer ball,       he had no idea how you did this to him, making him so nervous and   palms sweaty

but you never noticed how he acted around you,   you would brush it off and move on and that's what bachira didn't like

he wanted you to notice how you made him feel! because he couldn't tell you, he had hoped you would notice eventually but you never did >:(

you made it more difficult for him

so instead of asking isagi to help him or write it down on a piece of paper and give it to you, he would just annoy you instead     that was his plan

there was no logic to it but it worked   for him

bachira annoys you -> you get annoyed -> you bicker with him -> he gets attention out of it -> mission complete for today

but you started to make your own plan 'how to avoid bachira 101'

but it didn't last long before bachira came up with another plan to crash yours and after the first try you didn't bother making another plan,   so mission complete for bachira :D

but bachira knew he could keep pulling your imaginary pigtails, sooner or later he has to tell you how he feels

...

bachira looked up into your eyes

you looked down at him confusingly

.

.

.

"I ... I like you" bachira bluntly said

you raised both of your brows up "huh?"

"I like you," he said again

you stared at him dumbfounded "your way of liking me,  is to be annoying? because I have to tell you that's not the best tactic"

he let stuck out his tongue   "you know how long I've been waiting for you to notice? your so blind..." he whispered the last part

you heard it obviously,    you guys were side by side,  stuck in this huge shirt

"what!? im not blind! you never gave me any hints!"

"I did!"

"no, you didn't! being annoying isn't a hint!"

"I was getting your attention!"

"it's not a great way to do it!"

★

"are they still bickering?" asked yukimiya

"yep it seems our 'get along shirt didn't work," karasu said

" 'our'? it was your idea.." niko said,     "hey! m' not always right" karasu defended himself

"whatever.."

isagi blew out a breath,   he hoped that  the shirt  would get the two of you to be at least friendly with each other

(he really didn't know how a shirt  would have the magic to do that..)

but what he didn't know was that you and bachira  started to get along  much better,   still having bickering matches  but it seemed more....

love like?

he didn't know...