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ceruark · 3 months ago

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campus crush - pt. 1

synopsis: bllk men as uni crushes you see around campus! (ft. itoshi sae & michael kaiser) words: 2.0k notes: gn! reader a/n: let me know who you'd like to see next! :>

itoshi sae - gym crush

it’s virtually impossible to not know of the itoshi brothers on this campus; their reputation of being gorgeous but absolutely untouchable precedes them.

you’ve never had a class with sae— being in two completely different disciplines, the only time your paths cross is at the gym. not that you ever approach him, god no. you’re much smarter than to willingly subject yourself to someone so cold and condescending, thank you very much. you’ve seen how that’s gone over for other people, and you'd much prefer to keep your self-esteem intact rather than delude yourself into thinking that you might be “the one” to finally get through to sae.

however, you do find yourself… staring at him when you’re at the gym. it’s not in a creepy way, you swear. it’s just that there’s not many people who bother to go to the gym early in the morning before classes, and he obviously knows what he’s doing when he’s using the complex machines that you’ve always wanted to try, but have been too intimidated to even attempt to use. so, you’ve taken to watching him do a few reps on some of the machines while you do your warmup on the treadmill and then approaching the machines a few minutes after he’s left it. you feel kinda stupid following him around the gym like a lost puppy, but after a few weeks you’re already starting to notice that using the machines is paying off, so you swallow your embarrassment and keep doing it.

besides, it’s not like you’re the only person in the gym ogling him. you just happen to be doing it for more respectable reasons (not that you’re entirely innocent when you’re watching him— you’ve had to look away on more than one occasion when he gets to doing bicep curls, for your own sanity).

in fact, people staring at sae and his brother when they’re in the gym is such a normal occurrence that you’re genuinely surprised when he comes up to you and proves that he seems to have actually noticed you watching him.

it’s midterms, so naturally, you’re a bit out of it, the stress leaving you distracted as you think about all the work you have to get done before the end of the day. despite how busy you are, you still came to the gym to blow off some steam— you’re quite proud of yourself for rolling out of bed this morning instead of wallowing in your misery.

it happens like a train wreck in slow motion. at first, when you see sae walking in your general direction, you’re unconcerned. but as he draws nearer, gaze locked on you, you start to question yourself, wondering if maybe you didn’t get as much sleep as you thought and now you’re hallucinating.

no such luck for you, though. when he comes to a full stop beside the machine you’re on, watching you expectantly, you can feel your heart come to a full halt as well, experiencing equal parts dread and awe as you process what’s happening. you reach up to press the pause button on your headphones and one side of it off your ear.

when you look at him, he just blinks and says, “your form is wrong.”

you blink back, uncertain of what to say or do. “oh, um—” you look around, not wanting to meet his gaze. “thanks for letting me know.”

after a moment of awkward silence, he sighs— as if you’re inconveniencing him and he’s not the one who approached you first— before taking a few more steps forward. sirens go off in your head as he leans over you and reaches forward, nudging at your arms with his fingertips. “bend more at the elbow, and pull in before you lift up,” he instructs. you do as you’re told, but he stops you as you’re bringing your arms back down. “don’t let your elbows lock all the way. and don’t let the weight drop entirely unless you’re done with the rep. you’ll hurt yourself if you keep doing that.”

the next rep is the longest one of your life— not just because you can feel the strain more now that you’re using the machine properly, but mostly because sae is standing right beside you the entire time, making sure your form is correct and you don’t slip up again. once you let the weight drop, you spring out of the seat, eager to get out from under the microscope he’s decided to hold over you today for whatever reason.

“well, uh, thanks again.” you pick up your water bottle and nod at him politely, already beginning to turn on your feet. the stairmaster on the other end of the gym looks more appealing now than it ever has.

“your incompetence is distracting,” he says, stopping you in your tracks. you glance back at him, stunned. he sounds annoyed, yet he adds, “just ask me how to use a machine if you need help.”

your ego is a little bruised, but your friends will not shut the hell up about how you’ve gotten explicit permission to talk to itoshi sae, which— yeah, okay, you guess your pride can take a bit of a beating here and there if it means you get to talk to him.

michael kaiser - library tablemate

now, of course, you know who he is long before that fateful night in the library. you’re pretty sure there’s not a single person on this damn campus who doesn’t know he is.

he’s tall, gorgeous, muscular, and commands attention every time he walks into a room. sure, he’s egotistical, but it’s justified in just how intelligent and talented he is. he can even be a bit flirty if you catch him in a good mood—something a few of your friends have put to the test a few times. needless to say, you had a bit of a “hallway crush” on him for a long time— you know nothing about him besides the fact that he’s hot. but, then again, who at this university doesn’t have a thing for michael kaiser?

so it’s reasonable to say that you nearly have a goddamn stroke when he drops into the seat diagonally across from you where you’re sitting in the library.

it’s midterm season, and you— along with many of your peers— have holed up to study or take care of essays and take-home exams. you’re abruptly snapped out of your essay-writing fervor by the sound of the chair across the table being pulled out, and your stomach backflips so violently when your brain registers the familiar blonde-blue hair and tattoo that it’s a miracle you don’t start gaping or otherwise make a fool of yourself.

every table in this part of the library has at least one person at it, but for whatever reason, kaiser has decided that you’re the person in the room least likely to be a nuisance to him. and he’s right, for you quickly avert your eyes back to your laptop and return to writing your essay, even though you’re hyper-aware of yourself right now and haven’t been able to complete a sentence since he got here.

you’re in the middle of spam-texting your friend about your current situation when someone commits the cardinal sin: they call out their friend’s name loudly, yelling on a strictly noise-free floor. you glance up briefly, irritated, and you also catch kaiser throw a look over his shoulder in similar annoyance before going back to studying. to your chagrin, the two girls start talking to each other, occasionally bursting out in loud, grating laughter.

for a few minutes, you just watch them, willing them to notice your death stare and get the hint to take their conversation elsewhere. they don’t, though, too caught up in gossiping to notice the countless people around them giving them dirty looks.

at some point, kaiser looks back up from his psychology textbook, making direct eye contact with you— you were still glaring at the girls standing behind him. he’s clearly pissed off, and he holds your gaze for just a moment, as if commiserating with you. then, with a slow exhale through his nose, he shuts his textbook loudly, drawing the attention of the girls to your table. he turns the full intensity of his glare on them and asks, “can you clowns fuck off somewhere else?”

the girls scurry off in record time, and there’s a collective sigh of relief that travels through the room before everyone returns to their own work.

that weird moment of commiseration seems to have solidified a bond between you two— at least, that’s what you think, given that kaiser continues to sit at the same table as you after that. you’re doing mental gymnastics trying to downplay the whole situation, convincing yourself that he’s just taking a preference to this specific part of the library and this particular table the same way you have. it’s most likely got absolutely nothing to do with you. (besides, those times you’ve caught him already looking at you when you go to sneak a glance at him are not what you think they are. he’s probably just irritated that you keep looking at him. you should stop.)

“if you’re so sure it’s not you, then try sitting somewhere else for a change.” your friend’s words echo through your mind as you enter the library during finals the following semester. it’s been months at this point, and your entire friend group is just as invested in this as you are. you’re actually considering testing your theory today, especially because you really need to finish this essay and don’t need any distractions in the form of gorgeous blondes sitting nearby.

you catch a glimpse of him already sitting at your usual table as you walk up the stairs, and you hesitate for just a moment before going up two more floors— it’s not like he’s even gonna notice you’re not there. you find a secluded nook that has four large, plush chairs facing each other, two placed on each side of a table set between them. it’s much cozier than your usual spot, so you curl up on one of the chairs and settle in to work on your paper.

the sharp sound of something slamming against the table cuts through the music playing on your headphones and startles you out of your flow state. it’s been about an hour and a half since you started, and you’ve made good progress. you look up, ready to give your fellow student a piece of your mind, but you falter when your eyes meet kaiser’s. his eyes are stormier than usual, conveying his irritation with something. with a quick glance down, you realize the sound you heard was him dropping his textbooks on the table.

you pause your music and ask, “um, do you need something?” it’s the first time you’ve actually spoken to him, and you’re trying really hard to ignore how nervous you feel. he glares at you for a moment longer, before he just rolls his eyes and takes the seat across from you. you wait for a response, but once he resumes his own studying, you return to your essay.

you end up wrapping up your assignment before he finishes his studying, and as you’re slinging your bag over your shoulder and preparing to leave, he says, “if you’re finally tired of this shitty library, i know a nice cafe off-campus you can study at.”

your heart leaps into your throat, and you swallow before you answer to ensure you don’t choke on it. “oh, sure, that sounds nice. do you have the address?”

he looks up from his notes and slides his gaze to you, his expression appearing as cold and bored as ever as he gives you a once-over. “just go to our normal spot at the usual time,” he says, turning back to his notebook. “i’ll take you there.”

“oh my god,” your roommate gushes later that night as you relay the tale to them, “was he looking for you?”

“is it a date?” your other friend shrieks.

well, way to make you more nervous about tomorrow.

#why'd i start this series with these two instead of literally anyone else #ah yes my favorite options #red flag and redder flag #quite the variety #anyways kaiser's part brought to you by my very own campus crush jumpscaring me multiple times while im at the library #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x you #sae x reader #sae x you #ceru.writes #x reader

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lilacxquartz · 10 days ago

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cw: lightly yandere shoko & yandere geto x willing gn!reader, canon divergence, emotional manipulation, uncomfortable talks, everyone is 18-19, shoko & geto are the bad guys, poly dynamics • w.c: 1.4k • masterlist • on ao3

Satoru quickly turned away from Suguru’s idea of a perfect world, staying behind to fulfil his own path instead, but Shoko was less sure. After all, she was the one who had to deal with the bulk of the aftermath, and she was the one who got to see her friends last—rolled up beneath her on a cold slab, either dead or close to it.

How was she supposed to just go on and accept her role, the same way that Satoru was to accept his? In the end, no matter how it’ll come to be, she’ll be the one leftover to clean up the mess.

Satoru would turn up in the morgue one day, and then maybe, so would you.

Despite this, when Suguru left everyone else behind, she didn’t follow him right away. She couldn’t. She still had a life with Satoru—with you—but ultimately, the thought of her friends staying behind and dying as opposed to living out their full lives ate away at her. She couldn’t prevent death on the battlefield. Her role was non-combative, so in the end, she would be expected to just carry on. This revelation was heartbreaking to her—it was numbing—she found herself unable to stand it.

And so, after just a year had passed, she left everything and everyone behind. Her feelings mattered too, didn’t they? If everyone she cherished would eventually perish, then what right did she have to carry the burden of life all alone? Maybe it sounded selfish, but nobody else got it; they couldn’t have.

When she left, you were the first to reach out—the quickest. Satoru, by then, had quickly become jaded, still not over Suguru’s string of decisions that led to his initial leave. When he did try and talk to him on occasion, the conversations were short-lived as he was simply unable to forgive him for what he had done. Besides that point, he genuinely believed that Shoko's leaving was the result of Suguru brainwashing her, refusing to believe the bitter truth.

Satoru tried to stop you, therefore, before you dialled her number. His hand shot out to grab tightly around your wrist, hoping you would drop the phone. “You shouldn’t,” he insisted, “Shoko’s smart - she’ll figure it out, and then, she’ll come back to us. Just you wait.”

You wrenched your arm back, shaking your head. “Satoru,” you started, your voice breaking just a little, “I don’t think I can let this one go—let her go, if Shoko’s gone, then she needs us—”

However, before you could finish voicing your reasoning, Satoru let go of you and took a step aside. He sighed a deep breath and turned away from you, waving a dismissive hand as he walked away, not bothering to say another word. In doing so, though, he unknowingly pushed you closer to Shoko. To Suguru, too.

After the minutes had passed and Satoru was long gone from the room, you tried to reach out to her the second time. The voice that the line connected you to sounded softer, somehow happier despite everything that had happened. It was as if all of the tension she held onto during her years was starting to evaporate, leaving behind someone content. “How are you doing?” she greeted. You could almost imagine the lazy smile on her face right now.

“It’s so good to hear your voice,” you admitted, taking a step behind to press your back against the wall. You allowed yourself to sink, taking a seat against the cold hardwood floor before screwing your eyes shut—just for a moment—desperate for a sliver for normalcy. “I’m doing… okay—ish. Or… I don’t know. Everything’s a mess, Shoko.”

A moment of pause lingered heavy in the air. All that you could hear was her breathing on the receiving end, and then quickly, something covering the phone on her end. You could hear muffled voices bickering in the background, feeling as your anxiety welled up worse by the second.

“We miss you,” Shoko spoke, her voice softer than before, “Suguru does too.” She then paused, letting another pause linger, “Are you going to make us wait for you?”

“I can’t just leave—” you tried to say, but then another voice cut you off.

“—Can’t you?” Suguru chimed in that time, taking hold of the phone. “Do you want to stay behind and die just like everyone else will? Because that’s your future if you do.”

“I’m not going to die,” you protested weakly, but even then, you weren’t too sure. Haibara’s death had you second-guessing things. It was only a matter of time before someone else you knew died too. What if you were next? Would you even make it to your thirtieth birthday, let alone your twentieth?

“You don’t know that,” Shoko said, regaining control of her phone once more. “Sorry about him,” she then apologised, taking a deep breath, “you get that he’s just worried, right?”

“Shoko—”

“—This could be our chance to stay together, just like old times, don’t you want that?”

You sighed a deep breath. “I-I don’t know, I just don’t agree with what Suguru has done.”

Suguru took hold of the phone again, and you could hear him sighing, as if trying to reel himself in to sounding like someone reasonable. You needed stability, especially during these uncertain times. “You don’t have to agree or support me,” he said, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt or worse. We can keep you safe, but only if you let us.”

You tried to talk back again, “Suguru—”

He reciprocated your pleading by letting slip your name from his lips, “Didn’t you say you loved us? Both Shoko and I? Did that mean nothing to you? Because it meant everything to me—to us.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I did say that…”

“Then you’ll come back to us, won’t you?” he asked.

You were about to give in, but then another thought entered your mind. “What about Satoru? Am I supposed to just leave him behind? He needs a friend now more than ever, I can’t just…”

As you trailed off, Shoko took hold of the phone again, trying to emphasise the point that Suguru had tried to make. “Listen, baby, Satoru won’t change it. I don’t think he’ll ever get it until it’s too late. But we know you. You won’t last long without us. You need us and you know it.”

Her words settled deep into your mind and jolted you to your core—prompting you to hang up that time—guided by an impulsive decision. You could almost imagine the look of disbelief written on their faces as they thought this was likely it—that you were pushing them away, but they couldn’t have been any more wrong. You made your decision from the moment that Satoru pushed you away. From the moment you heard the ease in Shoko’s voice. From the moment that Suguru reminded you of where your affections lie.

And with that in mind, you showed up the next day at the address Shoko texted you, just in case you changed your mind. You brought nothing with you and at the same time, left no hint as to where you were going behind. All that you knew was that they were both right in their way. Staying behind would mean a certain fate, and you loved them both far too much to accept that future.

You didn’t want them to grieve you, too.

When the doors to the temple opened up, Suguru looked down at you for maybe a second before curving his lips into a relieved smile. He didn’t give you any time to protest or pull back before pulling you into his chest, pulling you ever so slightly from the ground where you both stood.

“I knew you’d come around,” he murmured, brushing his hand along your back.

Before you had a chance to respond—rapidly closing footsteps echoed down the hall as Shoko hurried towards your position. It wasn’t too often that you saw her break into so much emotion, but right then and now, it was an exception. She pushed herself in between you and Suguru, forcing him to let you go, which he allowed despite the slight exasperation colouring his face.

“You’re not leaving us,” she said and then repeated again and again, uttering a mantra of a pleading demand until it was ingrained into you as your new reality, “never, ever again.”

“You’re the ones who left—” you tried to say, but they didn’t let you.

Instead, you resigned into their anchoring touch, surrendering to Shoko’s hug and the feeling of Suguru closing in his arms around you both.

For now, you were content to accept things as they were—because even if everything else felt wrong, staying with them both felt like the most correct thing in the whole wide world.

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