#nagi headcanons

[kokon0is]

“JUST THE TIP”

wherein nagi promised to only fuck his tip into you but failed to resist himself.

tags: big dick nagi, all consensual, breeding, raw sex (pls use condoms yall or any contraceptives :p ) written in all lowercase, kinda long. barely proofread….

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you’re in a good relationship with nagi, by means, good….. he wanted to know your boundaries and vice versa. sure the sexual talks comes around sometime and settled on taking things slow. make out session happens, dry humping, but it never crosses the line.

but now laying on a bed, with his elbow supporting his weight as you’re laid down to the soft pillows, he kissed you side ways with his other hand gripping slightly at the hair just above you nape, the make out session right now with nagi is something, its more hot and hungry, desperate like lips kissing around your neck and lips. “hmmhm….wanna fuck you sei…” you mewl.

“are you sure?” nagi asked as his head perked up, almost breathless from the make out session that you guys just had. “isn’t it kinda fast if we fuck right now?” he look up to your face to search for some answer through your expressions.

god…the way your brows are curling upwards, you mouth slightly open and your desperate eyes looking back at him. fuck. he cant hide the fact that he also just wanna fuck you.

“i want more of you sei…” nagi swear that those glassy eyes of yours can make everything possible. “we…— we shouldn’t…. i’ll finger you is that fine?” nagi is highly hesitant, he doesn’t wanna admit that yes, he would fuck you right here right now but he no— both of you promised to take things slow for now as both of you are hoping for a healthy relationship. “plus i don’t have any condoms with me right now….i didn’t know we would do it this fast”

you whined at his words “you can give me more sei, i swear it’s gonna be fine— just pull out?” you stay persistent, as you try to convince the snow white haired boy.

“[name] i don’t know baby…. this is not what we agreed on” he stoke your strands with his left hand as he told, looking at you softly. nagi felt a pressure of pang in his chest, he must resist the urge, this is for the both of you. he look at you softly as he waited for your response “alright sei…. i respect that but— incase you have a change of heart im all yours sei….i’ll let you do whatever you want” your words came out almost like a whisper with a hint of suggestiveness as you smirked.

“what if i told you im just lazy to rut my hips forward and backwards” nagi said in his usual tone with a sly grin on his face, his hands are making their way close to your core as they play on your waistband.

“then i’ll ride you….” you snicker, nagi shook his head playfully with a lopsided grin as his eyes are now fixed on your clothed core. “m’ just kidding y’know….im a man of my words” that’s what he said. “— and i’ll make you feel good….” he added as his hands are now under your underwear, middle finger slipping through the slit to feel your wetness.

“fuck— you’re so wet” he grunt as he continued to slide his finger through your slit. he’s not even doing much but you’re already moaning and getting even more wetter with just that. he smirked.

his ring finger and middle are now working together circling around your clit, he took away his gaze from his hands plays under those shorts, he turned to look at your face, your eyes are closed shut, brows slightly forming a frown with your mouth slightly parted letting all those pretty noise out. this is exactly how he wanted you to look like, how he wanted to see your face. his dick twitched by just looking at your face, “hmmng fuck….” he grunt to the painful throb in his pants.

“aaahh sei….” chants on his name came out of your mouth with your moans, he stopped circling on your clit and played with your entrance, with all this wetness his middle finger slides in easily, pumping it a few times. “f-fuck….” a breathy moan came out of you due to the feeling on his fingers inside you, curling just in the right spot.

his ring finger shortly followed as both of his fingers are now resting inside you. “hahh..fuck ‘ts just my fingers— you’re so tight…..how are you even gonna take my dick” nagi is in awe as your walls hug and squeeze around his fingers, despite the tightness he finally moved and fucked his fingers into you.

“mmfngggh sei—seishiro please i can take moree—ahh” he continued to hit that sweet spot in you, wanting to hear more and more of your cries.

“fuck- let me just— take this off” he stop for a second, pulling his fingers out of you and tug your short along with your underwear all the way down and threw it somewhere across the room. “let me see that pretty pussy” he switch his position to your front, standing in his knees, both of his hands holds on your knees as he spread it open. your slit slowly opening up for him, and your hole squeezing at nothing. fuck. fuck. fuck. he might just cum on the spot to this view, and your face, lewd expressions are over them while you hide it behind the back of your hands.

“s-sei….’ts embarrassing….” you whined, but deep down you’re liking his, and hoping he would just fuck you as you wish. “‘m’ sorry angel….i think im gonna have to break a promise with you” your expression lit up with his words, as his eyes are still fixed at your needy cunt.

“yes sei—yes please—” you reach your hand to your pussy lips and spread it open for him. nagi could have died when you did that. he bit his lip to resist all the sinful urge he has in mind.

“just the tip…..okay? and then that’s it” he mutter, already rethinking his decisions. “i’ll take what you offer sei….” you assured. it’s enough for nagi to disregard his clothes. he look back at you only to see your slightly horrified face. “what’s wrong angel?” he asked in concern.

“nothing….i didn’t expect your size….” you mutter, he chuckled at your comment. “still wanna do it?” he asked.

“less talk sei, please” you pulled him closer until the base of his shaft rest on your slit. the slight sensation made nagi grunt. he must resist.

“that’s dangerous” he warned, as you only giggled in response. he position the girth of his cock in your entrance, trying to get it in you “loosen up f’ me baby……that’s right…good—good girl” he cooes as his girth finally made it inside you.

“haahh~ sei….” you mewl to the stretch, but you wanted more. it hurts soo good. you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him more.

“[name] stop that or else im going to pull out” he removed your legs around his waist, as he pinned your hips down to stop you from moving too much. “hnngn but seeeii” you whined.

“no”

you let him thrust just his tip, you swear that it feels good but you need him to go deeper, “f-fuck sei…..i want more i want more” you chant, but nagi ignored your cries and continue to fuck just his tip in you “shit feels so good— fuck” he grunt.

nagi is trying is best, his really best to not push another inch in you. he shut his eyes as he grunt through every thrust. his dick feels like numbing, its too damn good, how your pussy swallow his girth, he knows he’s not gonna last long.

his thumb rub circles on your clit, driving you more into your orgasm, “g’nna cum angel— fuuuckk” he threw his head back as a breathy moan came out of his mouth.

as he felt his orgasm nearing he pulled just in time, his cum oozes on you pussy lips as he stroke his length through last drop of his cum— smearing on your pussy.

“sei—”

“i know…” he cuts you off, he knows that you’re gonna say you didn’t finish. his eyes are lock on your cum covered pussy. gosh….he find it so hot.

he found himself smearing the cum more on your pussy lips with the tip of his middle and ring finger. he knows that this is dangerous, if he don’t resist this can be bad.

he couldn’t. he pushed digits inside you as he’s pushing his cum into you. this is bad, he thought but he is not planning on stopping.

“yes….keep going sei….give it to me” you threw your head back in pleasure as you knew what exactly he is doing, you’re right after all, your sweet boy nagi couldn’t resist you.

“tell me….how you really want it” he said in low voice, those demanding eyes now looking at you “i want you so bad sei….please…i want all of you inside me let me feel it baby….please” nagi swears that it’s enough for him to give in.

his third finger enters you, stretching that pussy out for the better. your juices and his cum altogether made your pussy so wet that his fingers just slides easily. this is perfect, he thought.

he took out his fingers from your aching pussy and repositioned his heavy dick on your entrance, he thrust in one go, all of it.

“ahhh fuck—sei nngh” you mewl at the sudden stretch, you feel so full but it feel so fucking good. nagi let out a groan as your wet, warm, spongy walls hugs his length.

“ahh fuck—you’re so— hhgn” he couldn’t even hold back his own noise. he didn’t waste any second to ram inside you, he made sure to bottom out every thrust to reach the spot where you wanted it to hit the most

“seeeeei—aahh fuck—ing slow d—hhaah” the impact of his hips ramming against your skin made it impossible for you to form any words.

“less talk—haaah— just moan f’me angel….you asked for it remember?” there’s full of smugness in his voice that you could only cry in response, he hold one ofyour thighs and hooked in on his shoulders.

“aahh…fuckk—ahh” he groans as his eyes are now fixed on your messy wet cunt swallowing him whole as your cream crowns around his shaft, it turns him even more to the thought of your pussy won’t be the same anymore after this, the shape of his dick is carved in this pussy, your cunt will only remember the way his dick stretching you out, that no guy will ever top this experience from you.

the wild thoughts are not really helping as he is only getting closer to his high.

he rubs circles on your clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to help you cum with him.

“hah—sei—seishiro….” you squeezed your eyes shut as you’re nearing to your orgasm “m’ gonna cum—sei…”

“me too—haah—close” he leaned down, pressing your knees to your chest as his thrust went a bit faster, his lower stomach stimulating your clit with every harsh contact. you reached down to rub circles on your clit but you didn’t really last long, you came hard, gushing around nagi’s dick.

nagi didn’t stop thrusting his hips as he filled you up with his cum, he let out a loud moan, almost like a whimper.

“aaaah fuck— [name]” he flops himself above you, breathing heavy against your neck as you feel his skin sticky from the sweat.

“s-sei—can’t breathe get off” you protest as you tried to shove him off. “how rude m’tired i made you feel good c’mon and baby me” he pout as he lift his weight a bit to give you some air.

nagi smiled down to your fucked out face, mind you, his now soft dick is still inside you but seeing you all fucked out, hair strands sticking from the sweat of your forehead, half lidded eyes looking back at him and breathing heavily, man’s bricked up again “stupid sei….did you just got hard again?” you slapped his face playfully, nagi could only respond to this with a chuckle.

“what a pain….your face turn me on now this is bad” he responded with his usual lazy tone. he pushed his hips forward with a playful smile on his face, “seishiro” you warned. “this is exactly why i didn’t wanna go all the way y’know….im gonna get addicted now, i will be fucking you to the kitchen, to the bathroom, in the living room, on the balcony—”

“sei!” you slapped his side arms with a laugh to his exaggeration, he chuckled along you and finally decided to pull out from your cunt.

only—

only to get hard once again, as he watches his cum oozed out of your pussy.

“uh oh” you mutter as you watch his dick stand straight up against his stomach again.

“angel….can you go for another around?”

[angelltheninth]

Hiiya, u think u could give us ur hc abt doing co-parenting with guys of bllk? But yk, there still is some chemistry in it. Like Sae, Káiser and Nagi (if not, just ignore this ask! Ily ur writings.)

This sounds cute, of course I'll do it.

Pairing: Sae Itoshi, Nagi Seishiro, Michael Kaiser x Reader

Tags: fluff, divorced couple, lingering feelings, kissing, cuddles, sharing clothes, lots of tension

A/N: Divorces can be messy but they can also end with mutual respect and friendship. Or more.

SAE

Is as calm and collected as ever when he sees you and your kid welcoming him into his once home. He was so used to living on his own before, he doesn't understand why it's so hard now. Whenever he looks down he sees your kid pulling on his sleeve, smiling up at him, wearing a small jersey with his name and number. It's almost reflex now, how he pulls his kid into his lap and you next to him while you sit down on the couch and watch a movie.

NAGI

Gives you a polite smile as he arrives to pick up his kid for his few days where he takes care of them. One thing he didn't expect to see is you opening the door dressed in one of his old hoodies, the one he wore way back when you first started dating. It awakens old emotions in him, ones he thought he got rid of when the two of you split up. He bites his lower lip and holds his tongue, not wanting to complicate things between the two of you again.

KAISER

Flirts with you every time he brings the kid home to you. How can he resist that when you're still giving him the same adorable reactions as you did many years ago? The only thing that's changed is that you're older, more experianced and look at this cute little human you now have to take care of. He may not be your husband anymore but he still yearns to kiss you every time he has to leave, hoping that one day you'll invite him to stay the night.

[etoiile]

clingy nagi <3

nagi swore that he was going to rip that stupid laptop off your lap and out the window.

you were sitting together on the couch, but it was like he wasn't even there. you were so busy typing something for your essay that you hadn't even so much as glanced his way a single time. it had been 30 whole minutes and he was at his breaking point.

"y/n." nagi mumbled, inching closer.

when you didn't respond, he tried again. "y/n."

nagi felt his insides boiling. "fuck; such a hassle, y/n." he grabbed your laptop and threw (gently placed) it to the floor. you looked up at him, confused.

"what's up?" you asked innocently. so innocently. as if you hadn't been ignoring the love of your life (supposedly. he's started to question your claim now..) for the past half hour.

he wasted no time grabbing you by the waist and pulling you onto his lap. he gently held you before burying his face into the crook of your neck and you found yourself giggling at the ticklish kisses he pressed to it.

"h-hey! sei, stop it!" you giggled, trying to pry his head away from you. "what's up with you?"

he took a break from his flurry of pecks and averted his gaze. "you weren't paying attention to me.." he muttered shyly, a pink dusting across his cheeks.

you giggled. "my bad, sei. well, you've got my attention now. you wanna watch a movie and cuddle?"

"no."

nagi pulled you back into him and held you tight. "'jus wanna hold you right now."

your heart fluttered as you leaned into his embrace.

"okay, sei."

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[pashminalamb]

𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 '𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭.' 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟔.𝟗𝐤

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ��𝐟 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 : 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 : @𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬-𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲.

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

'Miffy.'

'Hm?' 'Sweet little bunny.' 'Miffy.'

' ‘S that?' 

'Miffy, miffy, miffy, run!' you exclaimed, pouncing on Nagi, fingers set to work as you tickled his sides, making him squirm. That was probably the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard, his voice echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom after his nap. 

A memory that seemed so long ago. 

“How long do you plan on staying here?” 

You didn’t answer, turning to face the back of the cushion. Anri sighed, walking over to the sofa and sitting on the empty space beside you. 

“You know that you have to talk to him right?” “There’s no point.” “But-” “There’s no point, Anri. He made it clear. I’m like rocks in his shoe and I’m dragging him down. He doesn’t need me for his success, all he needs are his legs. And he’s also starting to get tired of me.” you drawled. 

You had crashed over at Anri’s place three days ago, not a single text or phone call from him. Showed how much he cared. 

Anri’s company had helped as you sobbed over Soba with her hand patting your back, assuring you that he hadn’t meant what he said and maybe he was overworked, but her words of assurance had turned into false hope with the coming of day two and no sign of communication. It was currently day three and there were still no signs of Nagi, checking your contact. 

“Active 20 minutes ago.” The chances of him wanting to talk seemed slim and neither did you initiate conversations with him. It seemed like it was time to go on a house hunt. 

Nagi stared at the name tag of his game character on screen. “Miffy.” His nickname. 

‘You know… you remind me of something or someone when your mouth is like that…’ you trailed, holding your chin in thought. After pondering over the thought for a bit, you remembered, humming the theme song. 

‘Miffy, miffy, miffy run!’ you sang, making Nagi confused. ‘You seem to be singing a horror song quite sweetly.’ he remarked, making you scoff. 

‘It’s miffy the rabbit. Look.’ you said, pulling out your phone to show him the image and then compare it one of his own. 

‘That’s not a very nice thing to say.’ Nagi said, snatching your phone out of your hands. ‘If you call me miffy, then you’re Annabelle like that creepy doll.’ he said. Belle for short; belle meant beautiful but you didn’t need to know that. 

When was the last time he had called you that or had even been called ‘miff’, ‘miffs’ or ‘Miffy’? The first day, Nagi was heated, not bothering to ponder over what he said, walking back to his laptop right after he had the argument with you. Day two Nagi didn’t seem to miss you in the morning either, going about his usual routine. It was when the dusk came that he had begun to realize how lonely he had become, his eyes constantly watching the clock, the time coming close to ten thirty in the night when he knew you’d come home. 

But you never did. 

Dinner was lonely, the scraping of his chopsticks against the plate was the only sound to keep him company along with sounds that came from the laptop; washing the plates after, his body waiting for the hugs you would give him from behind while he splashed water on the cutlery. 

Being in bed was lonely; his body missing the warmth of yours or the way you curled into him, your legs entwining with his, not to move as the two of you slept soundly for hours, even admiring each other when you were awake, his hands caressing you softly as he would leave soft kisses on your face while you would do the same. 

Morning came. 

“Belle, Can you shut the curtains?” 

But you weren’t there, his mouth betraying him. The same mouth that uttered the words, 

You’re like the rocks in my shoe and you’re starting to drag me down. I’m so tired of you. 

He said that didn’t he; not caring for the gravity it held or how much it could shatter everything the two of you had built. Why did he even say it? Maybe he wasn’t thinking straight or it was the moment of anger for everything to be handled, the boiling of the pot, the details of the match he was watching, the absolute focus that he needed to zero in to understand what was going on… there were many excuses for what he did, but it wouldn’t bring you back would it? Practices seemed the same, but he never felt the comfort he needed from his teammates; giving him a pat on the back when he had played well on the field or being tackled in a sweaty hug when they had won. 

He missed your scent. 

He missed you.  He missed everything you had to give him, now breaking through the surface of the things he had taken for granted. It was on the dusk of the third day he had finally snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore; the silence, the loneliness or the racing of his heart when he would watch the time hoping to hear the opening of the front door as you walked in only to be disappointed when there was not a sound of a shoe being dropped or the clicking of the door in place with your footsteps to follow. Grabbing his coat, he picked up his phone from the coffee table, scrolling to Anri’s contact. 

You had to be there. Walking out of the lobby of the building, Seishiro walked towards his car, revving up the engine. “Hello?” “Anri. Are they there?” 

Looking back at you as you held the warm mug between your hands while staring at the window into the skyline playing music through your headphones, Anri covered the phone whispering into the phone. “Yes.” “Good. I’m gonna be there in another fifteen minutes.” he said, his hand on the driving wheel. “Keep the door open.” he said abruptly, throwing his phone into the backseat of the car. 

He had to see you. His belle. 

Pulling into the parking lot, he wasted no time, pressing the button of the elevator, foot tapping in frustration as he watched the numbers descend as it finally arrived at the ground floor. It made him no less frustrated when he saw the numbers rising towards Anri’s house. Damn Anri just had to get the condo on the topmost floor. Seishiro ran as soon as the elevator door opened, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms again, hands reaching the doorframe of the open door. Taking deep breaths he moved towards the living room. You were there. Headphones on your ears, a warm mug in your hands engulfed in a large sweater as you stared at the street below you. 

Seishiro knew that music was a way to drown your sorrow, blocking out the noises around you to give you a space of your own, where no one could touch you. 

Had he put you through that much pain, not bothering to console you or apologize for what he did? Looking to the side, he watched as Anri gave him a reassuring nod. 

He could fix this. 

Laying a gentle hand on your shoulder, he felt you go stiff. You knew that touch. Turning your head slowly, you watched as Seishiro stared at you, eyes tired and lips letting out soft breaths, taking the headphones from your ears.

He felt like he could breathe again, resting his forehead against yours, his palms laying open against your cheeks. You dragged your fingertips around his wrists, the pads of it digging into the flesh of it. You hadn’t forgotten what he said. Pressing his forehead to yours, he knew what you wanted to say without the words escaping you. 

Laying a kiss on the tip of your nose, he pulled his face away from yours, gray eyes staring into yours, your eyes on his lips mouthing the words. “I know.” “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m so sorry, belle.” he said, his hands dragging from your cheeks to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse, proceeding to the middle of your back and pulling you into him, feeling the whole of you against him. Nuzzling his head into the shoulder of your sweater, he took a deep breath, the scent of you. Home. 

“You really hurt me, you know that?” you said, hands pulling at the collar of his coat. “I really want you to feel how much you hurt but I can’t do that to you.” clenching the material of his coat into your fists. 

Even if he had hurt you, you didn’t hold any malice against him. You could have done many things from shouting the words of his failure that you witnessed when you watched him play on the field, digging into old wounds. But you didn’t. This isn't a sign of weakness. It was a sign of strength and patience along with the hope that you were willing to mend things even if he had caused damage to it.  

“I know,” he said, running his hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.” “I was… alone.” 

‘So was I.’

“Am I really the stones in your shoes dragging you down?” Nagi knew the answer to that question. Three days were spent searching what you were to him, the question you asked shaking everything the two of you stood for. Taking your face into his hands, he pulled away from you, staring into your eyes with nothing but affection as his thumb stroked along your cheek, your glazed eyes that had tears pooling on the corner of your lash line. 

He knew the answer. 

“You’re my wings, belle. Even when I’m on the field. You make me soar.” 

Sweet words were never Nagi’s forté, but he knew that if he was going to have you, he needed more than that. Nodding, he got on his knees, looking up at you. “It’s been three days (y/n). I… I know what kind of a person I am. I haven’t had to work for anything really… just. I’ve always had it. And at times I take things for granted even if that isn’t my intention. But… It looks like I pushed it too far this time. And I know I did. Just… come back to our apartment. It doesn’t seem the same without you and I don’t think I can sleep another night alone. I can’t keep touching the sheets or look around to see if you’re there. I… I’m tired (y/n).” Seishiro said, hands taking yours as he looked up at you. 

He was just as tired as you. Being one of the best on the field needed a right mindset; the lack of emotional and physical affection taking a toll on him. Seishiro had learnt that touch was one of the most important forms of communication; a way to assure someone, reminding the times when you would squeeze his shoulder eased his burdens, the way you would wipe away food from his face when he was eating, the time you would wash his back when he was tired from practice. 

He missed it. 

Kneeling down, you joined him on the floor, your hands cupping his, giving an assuring squeeze. 

“Let’s go home, Miffy.” Nagi’s eyes widened at the pet name, yet his gaze softened at the fondness of it. Reaching home, Seishiro never let go of you, dragging you into the bath, letting the comfort of the hot water surround the both of you, the hot liquid washing the sorrow his words away as it ran down your body; while the water washed away the feeling of emptiness Nagi felt when you weren’t around, hands clinging to your naked body, feeling your raw form against him as he leaned on the wall behind.

Dinner was quiet, with Seishiro watching you put every morsel into your mouth; not blinking for a minute, afraid that the moment would be lost if he closed his eyes. Taking a piece of food between your chopsticks you held it up to his lips. 

“Eat.” 

With the coming of the night, you could feel Seishiro toss and turn, hand reaching out to your side of the bed, patting down your face in your sleep to make sure you were there. Sighing, you turned over to his side, hugging him from behind while he did the same, curling his body into you. 

He felt safe and finally at home. 

𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Aiku held up the picture for what seemed the longest time cuts on his fingers, the blood seeping into the corner of the photograph. He remembered the time he had taken that picture. 

“With that kind of staring, you sure you’re not trying to burn a hole into their bathing suits? Then again you’d like that wouldn’t you, perv.” you scoffed, lifting a hand to cover the glare of the sun. 

“I came here to spend time with you, not my fault that I just so happened to be here and there are girls in bathing suits here as well…” he said, with a playful push. 

“Tch. Why am I even dating you?” “Because I’m special, obviously.” “I wonder why… I didn’t run out of olive oil.” you said, snickering. 

“Oh you think that’s funny?” he said, grabbing you and placing you on his lap. He playfully bit the side of your cheek, making you laugh. Taking out his phone, he had captured the moment, making sure to use it for later, printing the photo and using it when he moved into the penthouse.

“Olive oil.” He turned to look at you. Lifting your hands to make a heart you teased him. 

“Olive you.” earning a sigh and an eye roll from him. 

“You know there’s the Olive theory?” “I wonder when you’re going to run out of olive jokes.” he commented, setting his feet on top of the coffee table. 

“There’ll be many as long as you’re around me you know?” 

The olive theory; Oliver hated Olives and you loved them, and that’s what made the perfect relationship. A relationship that went to ruin because of him. 

“Bambi…” he murmured, stroking the side of the picture that had your face in it. Oliver never had a stable person in his life. Sure, there were his parents, and his teammates, but there wasn’t a person who lasted long enough to be called his own; dating around only for the purpose of fame or the motive of finding further relations given that he was a football player, maybe you were one of the people that held a significant place in his life. 

Oliver watched as you drove away into the night from the balcony, the gentle breeze blowing through his hair, the penthouse now empty and the photoframe broken with pieces of glass loose on the floor. He walked over to it, picking up the frame, fingers digging into the smaller pieces of glass, leaving light cuts on his fingers as picked up the picture. 

The two of you seemed so happy that day, the picture reminding him of more memories he had made with you. 

Mirror in the front, you sat beside him, painting the dye into his hair. Rather than getting it done by his usual hairstylist, he had insisted on you doing it, wanting to promote the notion of getting into ‘couple goals.’ taking a picture of you while you worked for keeps sake. Washing his hair out and shaking all the water off on you to make you squeal. Coming home from practices, he would test your patience, laying on top of you when he reeked of sweat while you were comfortable watching television, only to be dragged into the shower when he insisted you take a bath with him. 

Oliver felt calm when you washed his hair, your fingertips lightly scratching his scalp, the soft tugs of his hair as he groaned from the relaxation he felt, hands coming to the temples of his head to rub lines into his eyebrows and under his eyes including the massages you would give him before bed, acute pressure under his feet and pressing on his calves. 

He would run faster and better the next day, body feeling light and healthy on the field. 

To show his gratefulness all he did was appear drunk and create messes for you to clean; not giving you attention in weeks. You just gave and gave didn’t you? And all he did was take, not bothering to ask or give you something back in return. You were satisfied with his kisses and his performance on the field. Unlike his previous exes, you weren’t demanding on dates, instead making memories with him at home when he was tired from the days activities of being captain and being a defender. 

Japan had its defender in a single piece because of you. 

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled to your contact. “Bambi.” 

“You’re a lot like Bambi.” “I would say I’m a lot like Thumper.” “No. You’re like Bambi.” “Why?” 

“Because you’re always prancing around like some young fawn, stumbling over your feet. Never sit still.” or maybe it was because of your doe eyes that he had named you that. 

Tapping on the contact, the phone rang a few times, until it went silent. You weren’t responding to him. 

He tried sending you texts, none of them were seen, only left on delivery. Time seemed to be going slow for Aiku, watching as the minute ticked by on his phone the numbers changing on the screen. Time went so painfully slow that he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

You weren’t going to respond to him on chats? That was fine. Maybe you’ll respond to him when he makes it to social media, clicking a picture of his hand which had been cut, caption : Hurt. By morning, his dms were flooded, 

‘Omg! You should have that checked!’ ‘How did this happen to you?’ 

‘Need me to take care of it, handsome ;o ?’ 

None of them were from you; the words he said setting in as night came and the bed was lonely. 

‘You know that you’re replaceable right? It’s not like I’m running out of options anytime soon.’ Options… the word weighing heavy on his tongue. 

You weren’t a choice, you were an option. 

A demeaning word for someone who had taken care of him in all the kind ways possible wasn’t it? 

Options were the people who had thrown themselves on him; smothering him with the love he didn’t need or want. What he wanted was different; respect, patience and affection. A patience that had run thin because of his actions.

It wasn’t difficult for Oliver to replace a person, he had done that many times before. But could he erase the memories that he had made with you and replace it with someone else? ‘Olive Oil.’ 

‘Olive you.’ 

‘Olive theory.’ 

He couldn’t. He couldn’t even if he tried. 

The next evening and night, Oliver continued to publish stories on his page, captioned with various things that reminded him about the two of you. 

Taking long walks on the beach alone with the picture of the waves; caption : ‘Olive you.’

Long nights on the couch with a disney marathon in the background : ‘Thumper doesn’t suit you.’ 

By day three, Oliver was tired, the routine he had became a chore and time went by slowly. So painfully slow. Even things he enjoyed doing seemed mundane. ‘When will you come back?’ 

“Hey, did you check Aiku’s story?” Looking from the couch to Otoya, you watched as he stared down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed. 

“No, why?” 

There were words that he had said to you, but the fact that Eita had his expression of seriousness made you worried. 

“He cut his hand. Look.” he said, showing the phone to you. Taking a screenshot of it, you zoomed in on the picture. He cleaned up the glass.

That idiot. Why did he even lift that photo frame from the bin? 

Turning to face the window from your bed, you couldn’t sleep. Had he been taking care of himself? Did he eat well? Was he sleeping alright? 

No. You wouldn't worry about him. He probably had someone better to take care of him. He had maybe even moved on, forgetting about you… 

It wouldn’t hurt to drop something off by the penthouse would it? Deciding to grab your car keys, your shoulders screaming from the pain of you slogging over the computer at work for ten hours in a row, you were tired. Yet your heart wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Thank you and come again!” the attendant said as you left the shop, the package contained a pair of tweezers, disinfectant, gauze and cotton. Did that dumbass even bother cleaning his wounds? He would have to deal with it on his own. Pressing the elevator button for the penthouse, you stood near the glass watching as the height between you and the ground grew larger until the soft ding of the lift made you walk out. Even if the argument seemed two days ago, it seemed like time had passed a lot longer; making you miss your second home. Hanging the bag on the handle of the door, you were about to leave when you saw the lift doors open, revealing a very tired Oliver. Heterochromatic eyes snapped to yours, a look of relief washing over his features, as he dropped his duffel bag. Swallowing you were about to move towards the elevator when he moved to block you. 

“Move.” He didn’t. “I said, move.” He wouldn’t. 

“I said, move Aiku!” you said, pushing him. 

He couldn’t; arms coming around to hug you as you tried to break away from his grip. 

“Let go of me.” 

He can’t. “You said I was replaceable right? You don’t need me right? Then let go of me already.” the pain you held in for days coming out of your system in the form of words of agony and tears, hands pawing at his jersey as he pulled you close to him. You cried as he held you to his chest, his fingers digging into your back, holding you close to him. 

You were in his arms. You were safe, but broken with his words. 

He couldn’t stay away from you any longer, that would be a sentence longer to his loneliness and miserability. He missed you.

“Stay, Bambi.” The nickname made you whimper, memories of the time he had called you coming back to you. 

‘You prance around like a fawn.’ 

‘You’re so weird. You really like the crunchy sound that my beard makes when you rub your palm against it?’ 

“Why’d you say it?” you asked in a broken voice. 

Why do people say anything? Oliver had been through situations like this before, his ex throwing water in his face or slapping him when they walked out of the door. Oliver was always done with them after moving to meet the next person. 

“It’s a habit.” he said softly. “Everytime a fight breaks out, I’ve always watched people leave through that door, never wanting to come back; neither did I go in search of them. You were the first to come back, not demanding anything but just… to make sure that I was doing alright. I’m not fine without you. And I… I…” words dying in his throat as his grip around you tightening if not harder, squeezing you like a snake. He hadn’t had anything like this before. 

“You know that you can have a tv star or a supermodel right?’ you asked in a tiny voice. “What am I compared to that?” 

Hands digging into the tresses of your hair, Oliver pushed you into his shoulder, the tip of his nose burning from the tears that he held back. He couldn’t let them fall, they didn’t deserve to. Not after he had the weight of what he said on his shoulders. Making amends was never his strong point but he had to try if he wanted you. And he did. 

“Much more. So much more. You hold the sun and stars for me, (y/n). I can’t deal with every dragging day if you’re not here. I can’t take care of myself… and I know that… that’s not enough to make you stay… but I really want you to. I can’t promise a change overnight… but if you’re here with me… It's everything I want to have… and need… and live with. ”

His shoulders shaking from the words, feeling your arms letting go of his shirt, he felt his heart stop; your hands coming to his face, pulling him away from you. Heterochromatic eyes staring into yours, tinged with red and dark circles to accompany them. The escape of a tear made you wipe it away with your thumb. 

“Let’s get inside. We’ll deal with this in the morning.” 

Oliver slept soundly after what felt like ages, waking up in the middle of the night to make sure you were next to him and didn’t disappear, yet you were there, running your fingers on the side of his face, as he nuzzled into your throat, giving him a soft kiss on the head. 

Early hours of the morning, Oliver woke up once more; watching your still figure in the darkness as he blinked, your arms stretched out in the space that was between the both of you. 

It wasn’t good enough. Throwing the sheets off him, Oliver moved around the bed, coming behind you. Moving you over to his side of the mattress, he took the space behind you, laying a soft kiss to the back of your neck, arms coming under your neck and over your belly while he tucked his knees under yours, sleeping the rest of the dawn away, waiting to see your open eyes when the sun poured in. 

You were here in his arms and it was everything he wanted. 

𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

“I packed up my stuff. There was nothing much to begin with anyway. I’ve left the key on the table before leaving cause I know you have the other one to open the door. Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher. I’ll uh… yeah that’s all I have to say, even if you’re sleeping considering it's midnight there. Bye Ariel.

Love, 

(y/n).” 

Sae had stared at that message for over five days, the words replaying in his head even when he kicked the ball. Rather than feeling the plight of the goal he scored or the exhilarating adrenaline flow through his body, he pondered over the words of the last message you had sent him. 

Did you pick up your clothes from the hamper? They weren’t washed were they? Then again, you sent that text a day ago and you might as well have moved out. 

DId you take your stupid book along with you? The one that you always left on the coffee table when he came home? Thinking about the synopsis of it, it was about a dying old man and his student… teaching him the ways of life. Why did you even read these kinds of books? The answer now laid bare before him. 

‘Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher.’

‘I don’t need to hear that from a person who has bitter relations with his own brother due to his own selfishness.’ 

Sae scoffed at the thought the next day, Selfishness? He had given you a place to stay, opening his home to you. Was that called being selfish? He had stocked food for you in the cabinet, making sure you didn’t go hungry while he was in France. In what way was that selfish? He had his own reasons for being bitter towards his brother, but he never did make amends with him, their way of communication being that of rough language when they played each other on the field until either one of them ended up with a yellow or a red card. 

But he was the older one wasn’t he? He was the one responsible for his brother if their parents weren’t there, since he would be the only one Rin would have as a family. 

Maybe your words did hold a deeper meaning. 

The second day, he decided to do something that he hadn’t done before. 

Calling up Rin. 

“Hello?” Sae didn’t find the words in him, biting his lip. “Hello?” Why did he even call him up? What did he think would work? To patch things up with his younger brother? That was a train he missed a long time ago. 

“Huh…” 

The train that would always arrive at his station because it was home. “Rin.” The ends of the phones of the brothers became silent, neither one not knowing what to speak but each comforted by the presence of each. Maybe they could start with closure, mending torn cloths of their relationship with a sewing needle and a thread. 

“How have you been?” “It's always busy in the world of a footballer and you know that. Why did you call?” 

He got straight to the point didn’t he. Staring at the early hours of dawn, Sae let the silence follow, filled with the chirping of morning birds. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

It had been the case the last time you had spoken to him and when he read the last message you sent. 

“It’ll be fine.” Sae’s eyes widened at the words, expecting Rin to blame the problem on him. It was his problem wasn’t it? Why would his little brother even bother looking into it. Words of comfort hadn’t been exchanged with them for a very long time, the bonds they built as children withering away when they became adults, deteriorating further when they would compete against each other. 

“Don’t you spite me?” Sae asked, gripping his phone tightly. 

“Something serious must have happened for you to call me. If it weren’t for me it would be your friends if you had any. Family is usually the last resort or turned to during desperate times. And you’re my older brother, for the sake of our parents, we would have to get along well sooner or later. Even if I don’t like you or spite you, I wouldn’t turn you away. Even I have some dignity to spare.” Rin said. 

Sae couldn’t explain the feeling that overcame him, his eyes pooling with tears. 

Not everyone is an ill wisher. 

Not everyone would wish misfortune to another.

The third day called for relaxation with Sae settling on the activity of walking down the streets of Paris. The night was lit up with street lamps and couples walked on the street while Sae had nothing except his pockets to put his hands in, fumbling with the room key and wallet that was in it. Stopping by a bookshop he found the face of a book that reminded him of you. 

‘The little mermaid - Hans Christian Anderson.’ 

He was supposed to pass by the store, not bothering over the book yet he found himself exchanging the book for money, taking the package with him to his room. Unlike the movies, the little mermaid was not a happy story; with her jumping into the ocean as the prince and his bride stared at the foam she had turned into. 

Tossing the book aside, Sae was left alone to his thoughts. 

‘Stupid thing should have just plunged the knife into the prince’s heart.’ 

But she couldn’t… she loved him. How could she possibly harm a loved one in his sleep while he muttered the name of his bride who was sleeping next to him? She would rather choose her own pain and sorrow rather than lead an empty life knowing what she did. 

A perfect yet sad ending that captured her suffering and the naivety of the prince. 

She was selfless, suffering with the pain of her human legs each time she walked, growing closer to the prince day by day only for him to fall in love with another girl from a temple, who he believed saved him during the night of the shipwreck when it was actually the same mermaid who had dragged him to shore. Selfless enough to give away her voice so that she could no longer sing or talk, selfless enough to not stab him, selfless enough to make sacrifices for him as the prince watched her turn to foam with his bride. 

You were Ariel weren’t you? By the fourth day, Sae couldn’t stop staring at his phone, his body ready to pounce over any question that came. 

‘Do you have your bags packed?’ 

‘Did you make sure to take a toothbrush?’ 

‘Did you get everything you need?’ 

‘Make sure to have your ticket on you.’ 

‘Stay safe and have a great flight. I’ll see you soon Ariel.’ 

The day had passed and the night had arrived, yet there was not a single text from you. Sae knew the consequences of his words, going the extra mile to assume the worst about you when you had tried to make his living easy. 

‘If you want to be the best, you can’t have any distractions, Itoshi. People come and go and this one is like no other. You are young on a fresh pair of legs that can bring a lot of potential out of you and work on the field. Put it to good use.’ were the words of his coach. And like any young mind the first ones to take the blame were the ones who were too close, with close being you; venomous words reaching into the roots of your relationship and shaking it to pieces till nothing was left. 

It was the morning of the fifth day and Sae was ready to leave, his bags packed as he closed the door to the room. 

The flight was long and tiring, making him want to reach home faster and hit the hay. Upon arriving in the airport, he went out of the gates, his eyes unconsciously searching for you. You weren’t there. Sighing he was dropped home, mind going into the setting of finding you with your book, turning over a page as you sat with socks on the sofa, only to turn on the lights to the dim room and the sofa empty with your book gone from the coffee table. The photographs of the two of you were gone from the wall, clothes missing, along with your laptop and papers among other belongings. Going to the bathroom, he felt the strings of his heart pull at the sight of the single toothbrush with yours missing; a strong reminder that you were gone and he was alone. 

‘Why did you say those words, Ariel?’ 

‘Because I want to be the best.’ 

‘Do I not want the best for you either?’ 

‘It's not the same thing.’ 

‘And what if it is?’ 

‘How?’ 

‘I want nothing but the best for you Sae. I never gave you the option of wanting football or me. If you wanted to dedicate yourself to the game you love so much, I would have stood by you. But you didn’t want to and look where we are now. Why do you want to ruin things that are going good for you? We’ve had minor issues, yeah… but it never came to one of us leaving. But if it makes you feel better, then maybe I should.’ you said, taking a step back. 

‘What are you doing?’ Sae asked, a hand reaching out to you but not touching you. 

‘Where are you going?’ 

You said nothing, as pieces of you started disappearing while he screamed. 

Sae woke up in the middle of the night, sweat soaking his shirt, hands reaching over to your side of the bed only to find it empty. 

Staring at the white neon digits of the clock it read, two thirty in the morning. Throwing the sheets of his body, Sae wore his coat, grabbing the keys of his car and driving to your apartment. 

Hearing the rapid knocking of your door along with the sounds of the doorbell, you waddled over to the living room, yawning with half shut eyes. Looking through the peephole, you were surprised to see Sae, pacing around shortly before raising his clenched hand to bang the door again. Worried that the neighbors might hear, if not already, you opened the door, causing him to stumble in; staring at you with his green eyes. 

Sighing you sat on the sofa while he stood in silence.

“Ariel didn’t live happily ever after with Eric. She died in the sea…turning into foam while he and his bride watched over her.” “Did you come over to my place close to three in the morning just to tell me the story of the little mermaid that was written in the eighteen hundreds?” you asked, raising an eyebrow to him. “The last time I checked, you didn’t want or need me. Why are you here?” you said, walking to the kitchen as he followed you. Opening the cabinet you took out the coffee powder and kept a kettle to boil as Sae circled you to snatch it away from your hands. 

“You know better than to drink this,” he said. 

Snatching it back from him, you bit back. 

“If I need my sanity to listen to you at three in the morning, I am going to need this.” 

Holding your hand against the counter as he placed his other on the platform. “Don’t.” 

Please. 

“What is going on Sae? First you say that you don’t want or need me and now you’re here three in the morning, fighting over coffee. What has been happening with you lately?” you asked, setting down the bottle of coffee gently on the kitchen platform as his hand became more gentle on your wrist while the other pushed him away, wanting to keep some space between the two of you; the hand which Sae placed his other on, stopping you from putting any distance. 

“You were right.” he said; the words, making you look at him in confusion. 

“Not everyone is an ill wisher.” 

Tears pooling in his green eyes that looked exhausted and in need of sleep; 

“I am selfish, aren’t I?” he asked, eyes looking into yours for answers. 

You said nothing, sighing through your nose. 

“It seems like you learned.” Sae said nothing, resting his head against your shoulder, his tears smearing onto the fabric of your shirt while his hands settled at your waist. It had been long since he had you in his arms. 

“This doesn’t make things alright but it can wait. We need sleep. You can have the bed and I’ll take the sofa.” you said, taking his arms off you, as you walked towards the closet to grab extra bedding and blankets, settling into the cushions of the sofa while Sae watched you. 

Waking up in the middle of the night, you were being carried into the other room. You dared not move, not wanting to give away the fact that you were awake. 

“I know you’re awake.” It was pointless to fool him wasn’t it? Might as well just skip to the point then. 

“Why did you say those things?” you asked, turning to him as he settled on the opposite side of you, his sweat drenched shirt off and replaced with one of yours. 

“It's something that my coach said.” 

“What changed?” 

Reaching a hand across, he stroked your cheek, talking about the time he had in Paris, calling Rin and realizing the words he said to you; body inching closer to you on the discussion of his nightmare that had happened an hour or two prior. 

“I can’t take back what I said… and I’m aware of that. But… if I can learn to be a better human being… it can only be with you. And that’s another reason to live for, apart from football. I don’t… want to be confined to my old self, (y/n). I want to evolve… I don’t want to be the same boy who lived in spite when I went to Spain.” he said, his resolve crumbling before as the two of you laid in bed. You shifted your body closer to him, pulling his head into your chest as his body shook from the pain of the memories that had made him soar to heights but at the cost of more than what he had bargained for; your words becoming more crystal clear to him with every new emotion he had experienced in the past week. Moving towards your phone, you played a song, placing an earphone into Sae’s ear and the other in yours, tapping his back according to the beat until he fell asleep. 

‘I’m here.’

‘You’re here.’  

‘I’m not going anywhere.’ 

Nuzzling into your chest, placing a kiss over your collarbone as an apology, with you returning the gesture with a nuzzle into his hair, smelling the scent of him made you realize how much you had missed him, smiling into it. 

He came back. 

And he wasn’t going to leave. He didn’t; even as the morning arrived, hugging you close to his chest even when you complained about getting out of bed on a workday, the morning passed with more hours of sleep as he traced the lines on your face while you held onto his wrist rubbing the tip of your nose into the expanse of his palm. It was warm. 

This was all he ever needed and wanted. 

[24hlevi]

Hello,, how are you?

If it's ok, could I please request kissing headcanons with Nagi, Chigiri, Bachira, Rin and Sae?

hello! im doing alright, im actually writing this while waiting for my bllk vol 3 to arrive that i preordered lol

— 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐂𝐬 𝐖/ 𝐁𝐥𝐥𝐤 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

Blue Lock Boys (Nagi, Chigiri, Bachira, Rin, & Sae) X Gn!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Language

• at first, nagi didn't really get the point of kissing, he thought it was weird and that there was other things/ways to prove you're in a relationship

• but after watching a few movies with reo (who forced him to) he sort of understood and it would start with little pecks on the cheek much before actually kissing

• he knew he loved you, obviously, so he was going to try and make sure he showed it, at least try even if it didn't work

• the first kiss with nagi was...a mess, he had no clue what he was doing, trying to follow reo's advice but it was only making it worse 💀

• he was very awkward and hesitant that you just told him it was okay if he wanted to wait on actual kissing and sticking with short pecks

• this mans was not having that, so he instead would continue to try and kiss you better, and after some time he did get better at it!

• nagi doesn't particularly enjoy PDA, but after a game he will always pick you up and kiss you whether the team won or not, and it's surprisingly more passionate each time

• sometimes his kisses can get sloppy, but that's just because he doesn't always know what he's doing or how to do it, he just wants to express it somehow that he does really love you

• kisses with bachira are very unexpected and unpredictable, but that's just how he is so don't fret

• very playful with his kisses, he will randomly grab your face and just started peppering kisses all over your face and especially if he's asking for something

• also he will kiss you anywhere, face, hands, shoulders, anywhere his lips can touch he will kiss, would also kiss your head but probably end up getting hair in his mouth and spitting it out 💀

• he will show he loves you mostly through kisses and actions, so expect a lot of kissing with this boy

• the first kiss with bachira was eventful, he had won a match with his team and literally ran up to you and just kissed you without saying anything, grinning widely after when he felt you kiss back

• bachira is never awkward with his kisses and goes straight in with no hesitation, and will do it at the most random (and worst) times possible even if they're messy

• sometimes when bachira gets desperate and you won't kiss him he'll just suddenly grab your face and kiss you with more emotion than most of the other times which shocks you, but that's what he wants

• this boy does not give a single fuck about PDA, he'll kiss you whenever and wherever he wants! he also loves it when people get jealous because then he just sticks out his tongue like ":P ha"

• kissing chigiri is like out of a literal disney movie like 😵‍💫

• he is just magically amazing at kissing, slow, passionate and loving, literally perfect there's nothing wrong with him

• he likes holding onto your hands while kissing or his hand resting on your cheek because he says he feels closer to you that way

• the first kiss with chigiri was pretty perfect, he took you out during the winter at night to look at the city and christmas decorations while drinking hot chocolate and he kissed you in front of the giant christmas tree 🤧

• chigiri ADORES forehead kisses, whether it's him doing it or you he's a sucker for them, he just thinks it's so cute

• he's the type to ask if he can kiss you before doing it (i want him)

• would totally remake kissing scenes/images from movies with you and post the pictures beside each other bragging about you

• chigiri is pretty iffy on PDA, while he does hold hands with you always and gives small pecks, he'd get embarrassed if he fully kissed you in public, especially in front of his friends

• rin thought kissing was stupid at first honestly 💀 he thought it was weird and gross at least before he met and started dating you, then he lightened up a little

• he still thought it was weird though so he didn't kiss you for a few months even after you two started dating until one day he was practicing alone with you watching him and he couldn't focus at all, so you told him you knew a way and you kissed him which then started the beginning of rin's obsession for kissing you

• if practicing which was almost always, every time he made a goal you would kiss him which surprisingly worked which you honestly didn't think would but it made him work harder and do better so 🤷‍♂️

• rin prefers to kiss you on your hand or forehead if he can't directly kiss your lips, if he's holding your hand he'll just out of nowhere lift your hand up to his lips and kiss it but act like he didn't do anything

• he gets flustered easily if you initiate the kiss, on rare occasions he will blush because he's never been treated like this before and he was so used to acting like his brother that he forgot he was his own person, not his brother's shadow

• the only times he will genuinely kiss you is when you two are alone whether in his room or on a date because it's private and he feels confident to do it when there's no one else to possibly see or poke fun at him

• his kisses are honestly a mess of emotions, and can vary at any moment, sometimes he's aggressive with it if he's desperate, sometimes he'll be slow and think through every second, or he'll just smash his lips against yours and call it a kiss of sorts

• rin hates hates HATES PDA, he would rather die than be spotted by the other blue lock contenders kissing you or doing any form of affection with you, but he will interlock your pinky finger with his when walking around

• sae also thought kissing was stupid, but he also thought dating was stupid until he started dating you, so there's that 😭

• you are quite literally the only person he enjoys being around and can tolerate, he hates everyone else pretty much, so just to get on his good side is a surprise

• the most he would do in the beginning is kiss the top of your head and maybe your hand, but it took a while to actually kiss you

• the first kiss with sae was interesting to say the least, he was arguing with rin about something and kept putting him down so you took initiative and shut him up by kissing him, shocking both brothers, let's just say it worked and they stopped fighting

• since then sae started kissing you, usually as a hello or goodbye kiss but then into thank you kisses and then just doing them for no reason

• he tries to act all cool about it and shit but he feels all giddy on the inside when he's kissing you, and it's obvious to you at least

• sae's kisses are most of the time quick and without much thought, but there are times where he does put emotion and passion into it, usually after a match or if he's feeling confident enough

• sae also hates PDA, especially when he has a reputation and people know him, so he tries to steer away from that when anywhere he goes people are trying to talk to him, he will have an arm wrapped around you though and occasionally kiss your temple

[seichira]

Hello! If I may, could I please ask for some headcanons of how Chigiri, Nagi, Bachira and Isagi would confess to the reader?

LOVESICK CONFESSIONS — blue lock!

✺ featuring — meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, yoichi isagi, and seishiro nagi

✺ lumi’s note — this is my first time writing a request and coincidentally, also my first post for the bllk (best) boys! i hope you like it, anon!

MEGURU BACHIRA ༉‧₊˚.

i have a very good reason to believe that meguru bachira just one day wakes up and decides that he loves you and is going to tell you. don’t get me wrong—his epiphany may be sudden, but this has been a long time coming, and it’s high time he tells you.

since this morning, meguru bachira is a man on a mission. he is going to tell you that he has feelings for you, and it has to be today. to be honest, meguru isn’t the type of person to come up with those cheesy and romantic gestures. he finds his own ways to do things, and confessing isn’t any different.

just like clockwork, you approach the school quadrangle with tree boxes where you always sit down on to read books and sometimes watch bachira as he shows you his tricks in football. it has been a routine of some kind to meet there every after class and you both liked it.

as for you, the presence of the boy is comforting after a long day even though you’re both just doing your own thing, but you know that he’s there and it’s enough. of course, who can forget the ice cream he buys you as a thanks for accompanying him while he plays football?

today, meguru is already there when you arrived. as always, his feet are already playing with the ball in some way even if he’s still in his school uniform. he’s cute like this, you think. in his point of view, while you close the distance between the two of you, he gets more and more excited to tell you.

“y/n! think fast!” before you know it, the ball is already flying towards you. although spending a lot of time with him has resulted in you knowing how to at least catch a ball, you opt to dodge it this time.

“what the heck, megs? you trying to kill me?”

he chuckled, “you have to catch it, y/n!”

you looked at him incredulously, “no, thank you. i came here to peacefully read my new copy of pride and prejudice, so if you may—”

“aw, come on! pick it up! pretty please?”

okay, let’s get this out of the way—meguru bachira has irresistible puppy eyes that can get him anything he wants. so, you do it and you picked up the ball.

“tell me what it says, pretty.”

your brows furrowed in confusion, but your instincts guided you to search the ball for whatever he meant. and there, in big, black, bold letters—i love you.

the scoff that comes out of your lips in insincere and the smile that creeps into your face is a telltale sign of how you feel the same way.

he grins, “well?”

“think fast, meguru!”

you aim the ball towards his head and throw it playfully, which he catches without effort. he looks at you expectantly.

“i love you too, idiot.”

he may or may not have kicked the ball so hard it reached the rooftop of the nearest building to the point where it cannot be retrieved, but who knows?

HYOMA CHIGIRI ༉‧₊˚.

HYOMA CHIGIRI ༉‧₊˚.

oh dear, you have to tell him first or else, your happily ever after with him will end before it even started. he is very well aware of how he feels about you, but the 50/50 chance of you liking him back or not doesn’t sit well with him, and it makes him sick to his stomach imagining you rejecting him. he’d rather die than go through that heartbreak slash embarrassment. doesn’t do well with rejections. so, yeah.

it has been a frustrating month, to say the least, because chigiri has been acting weird. you guys went from basically acting like an old couple to casual acquaintances, and you don’t understand. not too long ago, everyone was expecting you to be together by the end of this year and truth to be told, you thought so too.

in chigiri’s defense, he is freaking out. his friends are pressuring him to man up and tell you how strongly he feels about you, but that is the problem. he feels too strongly and he’s afraid how rejection coming from your end will affect everything.

first, he’ll lose you and your friendship. followed by losing months of proper training because he’ll be nursing his heartbreak seriously. the odds aren’t in his favor, and it’s keeping him awake at night.

obviously, he has been thinking too much about this, that he hasn’t noticed how he’s hurting you in the present. he’s not showing up to your little picnics by the soccer field, he’s not responding to the cutesy sticky notes you hand to him in class, and he’s not even looking at you, much less talking to you.

“bro, you trying to become single forever, or what?” his friend, isagi, who absolutely has no game when it comes to girls as well, asks him.

“what do you mean?”

“just look at your pretty lil y/n,” isagi shamelessly points towards your direction in the cafeteria, and chigiri hurriedly puts his friend’s hand down.

but he sees what he means—you are looking at them with that faint melancholy in your eyes that you’re trying to hide. chigiri can only look away alongside the torturous feeling tugging at his heartstrings.

of course, she’s upset. i’m her friend and i haven’t been talking to her. i’ll just apologize once i sort these feelings out, he rationalizes.

that is only until you corner him as soon as he got out of the comfort room. you look confrontational and it has him terrified. he’s actually alone. with you. the person who he is head over heels in love with.

“spit it out, hyoma,” you demand with venom and hurt laced in your voice it almost makes him flinch.

since he’s backed against the wall and you’re standing inches right in front of him, he figures running away isn’t the right thing to do in this situation.

“tell me straight up and end my agony. i’ll try my best to fix whatever problem you have with me, but i can’t do that if you won’t tell me!”

“w-what do you mean?” is all he could muster because his brain can only process the fact that he can smell your perfume and natural scent from here and it is sending him on a frenzy.

god, he is so damn in love with you.

however, he is pulled out of his reverie when he hears your small sniffles and when he catches sight of your tears.

no, no, no.

don’t cry. not for me. not for anyone.

“y/n—”

“is it because you found out that i’m in love with you, hyoma? is… is that why you’ve been avoiding me? you could have just told me and i’d do my best to fall out of love with you if that’s what it takes for you to remain friends with me—”

a string of patience breaks within him, and with that comes a breath of pure relief as he grabs your nape to pull you in on a kiss.

“but i don’t wanna be friends,” he whispers in between kisses. “i love you too. i love you, baby.”

ISAGI YOICHI ༉‧₊˚.

he claims that he has loved you ever since you were both kids to everyone who asks him who you are (yes, everyone knows that this nerd is in love with you except… well, you). it was only when he had to go away to blue lock for some time that he realizes he needs to confess to you before spending time apart, and also because he is scared he’d lose you to your other admirers.

isagi is restless.

it’s valentine’s day and he just witnessed your locker throw up a bunch of love letters from losers who are confessing their undying love for you. idiots. if anyone here has undying love for her, it’s me.

despite knowing that no one will love you more than he does, he is still all fidgety and nervous because unlike those losers, he hasn’t confessed to you.

it’s ridiculous. you have been together basically since kindergarten and has been inseparable since then. both of you have seen each other in their highs and lows. you have laughed and cried together. you have made plans for a future where the other is present.

isn’t it already a given that he loves you? does he really have to say it at this point? you must know, right? you know him. he doesn’t even have to talk and you already know what he’s thinking. there is no way that you don’t know he loves you.

“oh, wow—this is a lot!” you exclaim, mostly thankful for all the love that literally just poured out of your locker for you. “it’s like twice as many as last year.”

you start picking up the letters and chocolates on the ground, which isagi helps you with. he is the designated eater of the chocolates you can’t finish.

“too bad they don’t got a chance—” he starts, and you interrupt him to disagree.

“i don’t think so, yoichi. we’re in the right age to be dating people. also, you’ll be leaving me alone once you attend that training, so it wouldn’t hurt to give one of them a chance.”

poor isagi deflates upon hearing that. it never occurred to him that you will be with someone else. to him, it will always be you and him. there could be no extras in your story.

oh, boy. was he wrong to be so complacent. apparently, you have no damn clue that your childhood friend has always loved you. and now, he’s on a dilemma and his other friends have to hear about it.

“it’s your fault, though?” nagi states the obvious. “you never told her, so how’d she know? boring.”

meguru nods eagerly, “but it’s fine, yoichi! there will always be someone out there for you. but of course, you’ll have to suffer watching her with someone else first.”

when he realizes that his friends are no help at all, he takes matters into his own hands and put aside his doubts for a while to muster up the courage to finally confess to you after years of pining.

the day before he goes away for training, he offers to walk you home like he always does. the difference of today from all the other days is that he pulls your wrist just right before you disappear into your door.

“wait a minute,” he says.

you face him again, and without a word, he locks a necklace around your neck with a pendant of a small soccer ball with his initial in the middle. your lips part in awe and in realization of what he is about to say, but you find yourself speechless at how he’s looking at you with the softest eyes he could give only you, with the setting sun behind him.

“i never told you this, but i want you to rememember it starting from now. i love you. i want you to be mine, and mine alone. and this may sound selfish, but will you wait for me until i get back?”

you sigh and caress his cheek on your palm. “honey, i have always loved you too. i am yours already. of course, i will wait for you. so don’t worry about me and do your best over there, alright?”

“you’ll be here when i get back?”

“i’ll be here when you get back.”

SEISHIRO NAGI ༉‧₊˚.

the realization hits him in the middle of a football game. he can’t stop thinking about you and it has been affecting his games. there’s no other explanation for that, right? he likes you. and he has to tell you in front of the ocean of people watching because he just can’t wait but ease the bugging feeling in his stomach.

nagi is not playing like usual, and coach ego has scolded him like five times since the game started.

him being himself, he can’t even bring himself to care because his mind is plagued with thoughts of you. he wants to play and see the field on a levelheaded point of view to match with isagi’s tactics, but boy, are you annoying. you are all he can think about, and it is frustrating him!

“what kinda bullshit was that, nagi?!” reo shouts at him from across the field because the white-haired boy failed to catch the ball meant for him. “focus!”

“i’m really fucking trying, man!” he shouts back painfully and truthfully, because he really is trying but it doesn’t seem to be working.

the game continues on and all nagi can think about are your lips and how they move whenever you smile, your eyes whenever you talk about something you love, your hair when the autumn air makes it dance like leaves on trees, or your small pout when he refuses to give in to your whims!

“goddammit!” he frustratingly utters as he tries to steal the ball from the opponent. he is too close to succeeding until his brain once again flashes a memory of you laughing like the beautiful human being you are.

“you got this, sei!” you cheer from the bleachers, and your voice is much too distinct for his ears not to hear it. almost faster than the speed of light, he looks at you. his breath gets stuck in his throat as soon as he sees you in his jersey, waving up a huge banner with his name on it. in that split second, he got tackled by the players running on the field.

“fucking hell! that’s it!” he grumbles. “oh, y/n. you are damn annoying. making me fall in love with you like a fool. annoying! annoying! annoying!”

ego substitutes him out of the game, and he takes that chance to climb up the bleachers to approach you. the game is yet to restart, so a lot of eyes are on him and his annoyed expression.

you, however, know better. he may be annoyed, but definitely not by you, even though he’s staring straight at you ask he walks. you smile at him.

“you okay, sei?” you ask in concern because he just got tackled to the ground moments before reaching you. “you’ve been out of focus—”

“because you’re here, dammit.”

you laugh through your nose, “what? i thought you wanted me to come watch the game, seishiro..”

“can’t focus now. i don’t know what to do. i can’t stop thinking about you. what’re you doing to me, huh? stop it right now! we need to win!”

“i’m not doing anything, though?”

“that! that pout! stop it!”

seishiro nagi looks incredibly cute like this. he is literally towering over you in his 6’3 prowess and yet, he throws tantrums like a little boy.

“what exactly am i doing to you, sei?”

“you make me want to leave the damn field so i can climb up here to kiss you! because i love you! and i can’t stop thinking about you in that huge jersey!”

your heart overflows with the sudden confession from the boy you have liked for some time now, plus the fact that you have an entire stadium before you, but you are not complaining. not at all.

you take the initiative to tiptoe and kiss seishiro nagi in hopes that it will calm him down to last the game.

“i love you too, sei. no need to be so restless, hm? i’ll be watching from here and i’m not going anywhere, so you better focus!”

like the small peck wasn’t enough, he carries you by your waist to press a deeper kiss on your lips that he has only ever dreamed of kissing.

“okay. i guess that helps. see you after the game.”

he scores the winning goal, and everyone can tell that he is impatient. they are right. as soon as the game ends, he runs to celebrate with you in his arms.

[mangogobibiboo]

: KISSES WITH LIP PLUMPER ON : (Bluelock)

Bachira Meguru, Rin Itoshi, Nagi Seishiro x Reader // Warnings: Nothing I can think of, Reader wears makeup // Word Count: 900+

SYNOPSIS: BOYS REACTION TO YOU KISSING THEM WITH LIP PLUMPER ON

Lip Plumper: A lip product commonly used before applying lip gloss or lipstick to add volume to the lip. It causes a "slight tingly sensation." (IT BURNS LIKE HELL AND HURTS EVEN MORE IF YOU GET IT ON ANY OTHER BODY PART!)

NAGI:

Nagi was napping (shocking)

It was a sneak attack

He looks so cute sleeping 

You were getting ready for yet another 8 a.m. lecture (RIP)

When you peeked over to the bed again, you couldn't help but get a warm feeling in your chest

How can a man be 190cm but still be so precious?

You couldn't help yourself!

You give him a small peck on his cheek to rush out for class, leaving him still sleeping

When you get back home around noon, you still find him lying around in bed, tapping away on a game console

Still so cute

You go in for another small peck, but he dodges

So strange, and then he turns to you with a pout. "You woke me up this morning."

and you see

and angry red blemishes on his cheek, vaguely in the shape of your lips

YOUR POOR NAGI

it takes many hours of lazy cutting and some purging of your makeup cabinet to make it up to him.  

RIN:

He was being difficult. 

This man was a tower and refused to lean down so you could give him a little peck on the cheek. 

It was his fault, really!

How were you supposed to know that he had finally given in and was about to lean down as you went up for another attempt?

 And your lip-plumper-soaked lips landed...

on

his 

EYE. 

He looked like he was going to kill you. It took a second to kick in, but when it did, you hadn't even heard the curses that flew out of their mouth when he was on the field.

"What the fuck was on your mouth" he spit at you when rubbing his eyes out in the sink.

You were concerned, but you couldn't help but laugh a little. 

It wasn't every day you saw your calm and composed boyfriend act so "lukewarm."

BACHIRA:

It was his fault 

But you can't even blame him! 

Bachira loves showing you affection. You get at least 100 kisses daily pecked onto various body parts.

Today, you dared to give him only 56 kisses (he counted—_—). You might as well have told him that you never loved him. 

You were almost done getting ready for a small outing with friends from uni.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you not once, not twice, not even three times. He full-on started making out with you. 

You completely forgot what was on your lips in the flurry of kisses.

He pushes off of you with wide eyes. 

Dashing to the sink to feverishly wash out his mouth. 

"I'm so sorry, Megu, you surprised me!"

He looked at you dramatically. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you? I should have known you don't love me anymore."

He is so dramatic. ISTG

After a lot of reassurance and promises of cuddles, you left for your night.

Weirdly, when you came back, you caught Bachira trying on your lip-plumper  

A/N: I'm alive. I will have some longer stuff coming out soon, but enjoy this for now!

[mitsuyeaah]

UNDER THE COVERS

syn: sleeping next to them!

BLLK ft. BACHIRA, NAGI

cw: just fluff with my sleepy pookies <3

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ MEGURU BACHIRA

— LOVES being the small spoon despite being possibly taller than you, and moves around a lot during his sleep. a light snorer but he talks in his sleep. he’s the type who needs constant reassurance of your touch while he’s sleeping—whether it be your arm around his waist or your head on his chest, bachira wants it all. he wants to be as close as possible to you; it baffles you because sometimes when you know he’s in a deep slumber, you’d change your sleeping position—like rolling over to the side with your back facing him—and he’d let out a small whine at the loss of warmth, and blindly seek for you.

you rubbed your eyes, letting out a small grumble as your body was met with the cool winter air—the blanket you and bachira shared having been ripped away from your body, the cold immediately engulfing you. bachira had tossed and turned in his sleep, causing him to unknowingly snatch the blanket away from you as he slept on his side. you were used to this but it always managed to wake you up, nonetheless. before you could fully register the whole situation, he let out a whine of discontent and reached an arm behind him to feel for you—his hand blindly patting the small space between the two of you.

sighing, you grabbed your end of the blanket and placed it over your body before wrapping an arm around bachira’s waist. he let out a sigh of content, scooting his body closer to yours—seeking the inviting warmth that your body radiated. finally closing your heavy lids, you try to drift off to sleep but it was soon interrupted by bachira once again changing his sleeping position. brows furrowed, you opened your eyes to see his face right in front of yours—his eyes were closed, and he looked peaceful despite tossing and turning a couple of times.

bachira let out another sigh of content before leaning into your touch as your fingers ghosted over his face, clearing loose strands of hair that made it way to his pretty face. you meekly smiled to yourself, cupping his cheek and placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. “mhm.. love you..” he let out a soft groan. you knew he was sleep talking but your heart couldn’t help flutter at it, he was absolutely even more adorable when he slept. “i love you too, meguru.” you whispered to yourself before finally falling into a deep slumber.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ SEISHIRO NAGI

— a deep sleeper. nagi has the pleasure of falling asleep easily once his head hits the pillow, and also undoubtedly doesn’t wake up—both a curse and a blessing. he doesn’t move much when sleeping and can often stay in a position for hours because of how deep he’s fallen asleep. nagi isn’t a snorer, instead he has a habit of breathing through his slightly parted lips which makes a sound but not enough to bother your sleep. he’s definitely the big spoon, and likes having his arm slung around your waist to the extent of you having to remove it off you because of how heavy his limbs are.

it’s only been ten minutes since you and nagi decided to head for bed; as usual, he was already in a deep slumber while you lie awake. he had an arm slung over your waist with his chest near your back—you were used to this every single night, nagi being blessed with the ability of falling asleep fast. you honestly envied him and how he was able to reach dreamland in a matter of minutes. but you didn’t mind, nagi never failed to give you the sense of comfort that radiated from his sleeping figure—he was so still when he slept that it somewhat helped you drift off to sleep.

you stared at the wall ahead of you, and amidst the darkness of the room, you could make out a black silhouette on the wall. blinking a few times and squinting your eyes, you came to a conclusion that—to your dismay—it was a bug. “nagi..” you grabbed his arm that was around your waist and gently shook it. no response. turning around to face him, you shook his shoulder and called out his name once more but you were only met with further silence. nagi’s lips were slightly parted, his breathing steady as he took deep breaths—as beautiful as he looked sleeping, you needed him awake to take the bug outside.

after what felt like an eternity, he slowly opened his eyes, a question rolling of his tongue, “hm? what is it…?” “there’s a bug on the wall and—” “i don’t see any..” you turned your torso toward the wall you were previously facing, shit, he was right. there was no sign of the silhouette you saw earlier but that didn’t reassure you at all. as if sensing your panic, nagi tightened his hold around you, pulling you closer to his chest, “‘s okay.. it’s probably gone out..” he slipped his hand under your shirt and drew circles on your back, taking your mind off the bug. you inhaled his scent and closed your eyes, praying that somehow the bug wouldn’t find it’s way to the bed.

© mitsuyeaah

[kokon0is]

★ WHAT WOULD CANCEL BLUE LOCK BOYS IN THE INTERNET ★

with — Rin, Shidou, Sae, Nagi

basically just about what canceled people have done but its blue lock characters

cw: mentions of violence (shidou and sae) mentions of reo x nagi 😭 (they’re not in a relationship here just a online inside joke in their fandom)

disclaimer: all just headcanons, all of em never happened, not canon 🫡

★ RIN

just some random day his name was just trending on twitter and people just keep on saying that “Rin is a nepo baby but his brother is the famous one” — “he’s only famous because of his brother”

honestly got canceled for no reason and he doesn’t give a fuck

he would wear those shirt with a “nepo baby” text on it

he would also get alot of backlash about his behavior. “he doesn’t wave at his fans” “he doesn’t want to take pictures together” “he flip us off”

he would go live on insta and have the funniest response on his issues (and they’re mostly used on tiktok as reaction vids)

haters wont affect him if he’s the biggest hater in this planet 🫡

and also restored tweets literally just bashing some other soccer players

★ SHIDOU

mainly literally brawling with rin in the middle of their game

“why is he still on the team anyway” “i can’t believe ya’ll still support shitdou” “all this tiktok girlies will make edits of him being this violent, poor rin :((“

people (rin’s fans) hated his guts because he always pick a fight with rin

another mf who won’t give a fuck about the internet have to say

restored tweets. mostly just saying the most horny statement known to man

has cheating allegations too

“bro thinks he’s aiku 😂” — “are they real? HAHWJSHA” — “bro he gets girlfriends?”

he enjoys being a menace in the internet, he’s fine being a clown of it or whatever he just want to piss people off

★ SAE

being literally friends with shidou 😭😭

“no wonder he’s also a meanie”— “yall need to see someone if you guys find red flags like them hot😭”— “gahdam what’s wrong with his hair🤨”

he gets alot of hate already about his attitude

said a slur once

run over a paparazzi once with his luxurious car

but people find it really hard to hate him fully because he always get the best plays whenever he’s on the field, that at the end of the day more people still will be cheering for him

one of his big issue is literally having a own fight with his OWN brother

people think that’s too far already and feels sorry for rin

“poor guy no wonder why he’s so emo he have a brother like this” — “its always the older siblings” — “this whole soccer thing is turning into a drama”

★ NAGI

he has very overly obsessed fans

yep. i like to think that aside football, he also streams online to show off his gaming skills

doesn’t care about the hate comments he gets because he know that haters can’t be avoided when you’re famous. BUT HIS FANS ON THE OTHER HAND…

if you said something that he didn’t like the world will most likely know your address or something because his fans are gnna come for you

and his fans will probably bully tf out of his haters too 😭

“nagi stans are krazy bruh dont mess with them” — “those nagi stans need jail time 😬” — “nagi control ur fandom 😐 they’re ruining lives online”

will apologize on his fans behalf

has probably said something homophobic accidentally and didn’t know it was that offensive til he reads his chats

“ayo! HAHAHAHAH don’t you have a boyfriend?”— “reo collect ur man HAHAHA” — “bro why u said that 💀”

would apologize for the lack of knowledge

nagi: guys reo is not my boyfriend, he’s my best friend y’ll

thanks for reading lads

[euphoricimagination]

Summary: Nagi finds out your secret, so now your relationship with him changes while you're still gaining new members for your team. You pass to the third selection, waiting for Chigiri to come, when the Top 6 players are announced, will you be on it?

Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 -> Masterlist

…"Come, Isagi Yoichi, you can have a front row seat of my ascension to the world's number one"

A few seconds pass before Isagi stands up, starting walking alongside Bachira before he turns around

"You guys, I'm sorry" he says "we…we were just one step short of beating them, that last goal was pure luck it's no-"

"Shut up" you cut him off, trying your hardest to not look so in pain "he chose you, that's it, so leave"

"What Yn said" you heard Barou, and then Nagi said something too, but you were too in pain to properly pay attention to any words. You noticed that he turned around and left, your body finally starting to give up on you.

The moment the gate closed, you started feeling like you were falling, almost hitting the floor completely if it wasn't for an arm wrapping itself around your waist. You didn't quite pass out this time, but you were barely conscious as you feel whoever was holding you help you pass your arm through his neck

"Hey, can you walk?" You hear by your side

"I…guess" you barely managed to answer. You hear a sigh before some arms lift you out of the floor in bridal style, quickly going to the locker room

"You. Let him sit there for a few minutes and find a way to help him gain air, I'll go to try to find someone" you hear while slowly helping you sit on the bench. Thanks to the change in lighting you can see a white hair in front of you as the black hair leaves the room.

You didn't notice when Nagi made you take off your white vest, let alone when he managed to take the top part off your body, leaving you just with the binder on.

"Hey, I'm unclipping this, you need to breathe properly"

You hear, but the words don't fully process until you feel Nagi's hand unclipping the front of your binder. Your hand moves instinctively, trying to stop him, but he's faster and stronger than you, so he grabs your wrist and fully unclips it. You finally are able to grasp a full breath of air, moving your other hand just in time to cover your chest as your head starts to clear up.

You were topless, your breasts were clearly visible, and Nagi was in front of you.

"I…I can…I can explain" you say, eyes wide open. Nagi was, understandably, looking at your chest confused, a blush quickly started spreading across his face.

"...you better have a good one" he says turning around, giving you one of his clean sweater "put this on for now"

You put the top, so big on your body that was able to fully cover the existence of your chest. By now you weren't dizzy anymore since you were properly breathing again, but your body still felt sore. You tap Nagi's shoulder

"I'm done" you whisper, Nagi turns around, looking at the side awkwardly

“So…this is why you never shower with any of us?” he says, still sounding nonchalant despite of his face

“Yeah, you guys are not supposed to know about this”

“But why? You're amazing, but isn't this supposed to become the best striker in the world…? you're a girl"

"It's a long story…basically i was a-"

"Here is the idiot" Barou enters alongside Anri, who looks bewildered at you "Take him to get checked or something, we can't afford to lose that ass because of how careless he is"

"Sure, come with me Yn" she says to you, so you move to stand up forgetting that your legs were still feeling like jelly. You stumble, almost falling if it wasn't for Nagi once again, who grabs you one more time to help you walk towards Anri "I'll take it from here, I'll make sure he's okay"

Anri helps you out towards an empty room that was equipped with a simple futon on top of a table. She helped you sit down there, passing you some water

"Everything alright? I watched the match with Ego-san, you were really good" she says, making you nod "he was kind of impressed by your team, how much all of you evolved"

"Thanks" you say "if…i wanted to tell someone about…well, me…how do you think Ego-san will react?" You ask shyly

"Huh? Well, I can't say he would be pleased if you did that…but then again, he did want you to only help him for the first selection. Why are you asking me?"

"Just wondering, after all at some point I'll have to leave, and i would like to tell my friends the truth"

"I see, you're probably worried about whether they'll still be your friends after…I'll talk to Ego-san about it, now go to take a shower so you can go to rest"

You did exactly that, you were feeling much better with a proper shower, but now all your body was in so much pain that you just wanted to lay down. You go back to the three bed dorm, collapsing in the single bed as soon as you get there.

"Oh, you're back" you hear after a few minutes "are you okay?"

"Yeah, i just ran way too much today" you say, sitting in the bed to face Nagi

"You did good" he moves to pay your head, stopping right before touching it as he looks at you "is it okay? You don't mind me doing this?"

"You don't have to treat me any different, as long as you're comfortable with it it's alright…you can keep seeing me as a dude if you want"

"That wouldn't be fair to you..i bet you're pretty confused about all of this, after all it has been a few months of being referred as a dude" he says finally ruffling your hair before sitting next to you

"I can't deny that it has been rather…confusing, i thought everything will be okay, but i feel like it's slowly making me insane"

"I imagine, i guess it would be better if you just did it throughout the day, but here you have to pretend to be a boy 24/7"

"Yeah, it's hard, I'm starting to feel like an imposter in my own body…aren't you mad at me? I'm not the person you thought i was"

"Why would I be? The only difference is that you're a girl instead of a boy, and i like your personality, so it's not like there's much change for me" he simply shrugs "you can be your true self around me, at least it will help you release some tension"

"Thanks" you sigh, slowly you lay your head on his shoulder, finally being able to relax a bit more. You both stayed like this for a few more minutes before you remembered "did you tell Barou?"

"No. It's your secret, not mine"

"Thanks, can you keep it a secret though? You guys shouldn't know about this"

"I can, but i think you should tell Chigiri about this, he's your friend too" he takes his phone out, starting to play a game. Despite him finding out the secret he didn't seem to be too affected by it, still treating you as he did previously. Must be a Nagi thing, he didn't seem to care about it, so you decided to tell him the full truth

"I have known Ego-san since I was a kid. I was the only girl in my neighborhood, so I often played soccer with the other kids. That's why now he asked me to join, he wanted to have a special person that can help the boys to fully evolve"

"Ahhh, so you're like a spy then. That's really cool, you're cool Yn-chan" he answers, making you chuckle

"You could say so, yeah"

"You know, this makes it a little bit clearer for me" he starts saying as the game on his phone shows that he lost. He turns to look at you, with almost a boring expression "I like being with you; at first i thought that it was similar to Reo, that we were friends, but it felt different and i didn't know why"

"Eh?" You look at him wide eyed, was he saying what you think he's saying? If it was, how come he looked so nonchalant? Your face started to feel warm. "What do you me-"

"I thought you were here, idiot, i brought you your dinner" Barou enters the room with a tray of food, sounding and looking rather annoyed "considering your state, I'll allow you to eat here"

"Thanks" you say, fully aware of your redness as Nagi restarts his game. You could swear there was a tiny smirk on his face. Barou looks at both of you rather confused, but he doesn't say a word about it

"I'll be nice today and let you take that bed, i doubt you can stand anyway" he passes you the tray, fried chicken on it "but you better be in good shape for tomorrow match or I'll kick your ass myself"

"I'll be, don't worry. Thanks for the food" you start eating as both of them start talking about the next match, how you should work things out and who could complement you. You couldn't help but feel some lightness in your chest at the thought of finally being able to be yourself with someone, even if it was just one person that knew for now, it still feels rather good.

You won the next two matches, gaining Zantetsu and Kiyora Jin, an all rounder that had a whole eye covered. It was right after the reunion with Ego in which he announced that you would have a 5 vs 5 match against world class players, leaving some of you confused.

"I see…so we have to…cut corners?" Zantetsu asks looking at his book and adjusting his glasses

"Eh..nope. Not really" you say trying to not laugh

"BakaZantetsu" says Nagi, taking his phone out and laying down on the floor, his head on your leg as he opens his game. He seems much more comfortable with skinship between you two, the rest just assuming his lazy side was taking over with you since you two know each other the longest "are they good?"

"You're kidding? They're one of the best players out there, playing for the most respected teams in the world. The buzzcut one plays for his national team and is only 17" you rumble

"Wow, that's so cool. And we'll play them?"

"Yeah, if anything, i bet that this isn't even for us to win, just to show us how behind we actually are"

"This will be a challenge, it'll be…easy peasy? Is that right? I think that's right" Zantetsu adds

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Barou sighs "No matter what or who it is, we'll win. I'm going to eat now"

And just like you said, you sadly lost that match. You weren't even able to score a single goal against those players, overwhelming your team to no end.

You are now entering the third selection joint room, where every team that has passed will join in the order they clear the previous one. You were the second team to clear the stage, so you saw Isagi and Bachira already there.

"Sup" Nagi tells them

"It feels like we saw each other forever ago" you say

"I'm here, you scrub" Barou adds

"Heyy! Zantetsu is with you too!" Bachira screams at you, waving his hand

"You guys…" Isagi says as you approach him

"Huh? Why do you look so relieved, isagi? Don’t tell me you actually thought we might not make it?" Nagi says, squinting his eyes

"Eh? No, no…That’s not it"

"You bastard, you were totally looking down on us! You cocky little…" Barou grabs Isagi by his t-shirt

"You're still treating us like your supporting cast, huh?" You add, hitting his back lightly

"That's not it.. I'm just really happy to be able to see you again guys" Isagi says, making you hit the back of his head

"Like i will lose" you say, making him chuckle

"Of course we were going to see each other again, i wasn't going to let it end here after losing to you" Nagi answers

"I promised to kill you, and I haven't even beaten those top 4; hell, I haven't even beaten Yn and he's in the top 2!" Adds Barou

"Yeah, there's more games for us yet!" Isagi says, if only he knew that you could leave at any moment

«Moving on! Next team, please enter»

The voice comes out of the speaker, making you all look towards the door. You were hoping to see Chigiri coming from that door soon, you kinda miss his remarks through this. Suddenly you feel some weight in your shoulders, two arms passing through your chest in a lazy manner as a chin is on top of your head

"Ahh, standing is such a pain" Nagi says lazily, looking at the door with you as he whispers in your ear "we'll see them soon, Yn-chan, don't worry"

"I know, but I'm still worried"

When the next team enters, you notice the Yukimiya dude that you talked with briefly before alongside people you've never seen, one looking like the captain of the volleyball team of your school. Not a sign of Chigiri or Reo so far. More teams come in, by the sixth one you meet again with Raichi and Gagamaru, which means…

"Just one more team left, and Chigiri, Reo or Kunigami hasn't come yet"

"Yeah, they'll come, they have to" Nagi unconsciously leaned slightly closer.

The door lifts up slowly, igaguri and the boy with only one braid coming first. You're nervous while waiting for the other two shadows to come out, breathing relief as you see Reo and Chigiri appear.

"Reo!"

"Chigiri!" Both you and Nagi exclaim at the same time, a smile appearing on the red hair when he sees you, a smile that soon disappears as the last person of his team starts to appear. A tall and tanned skin dude, with spiky hair.

«That is the the last of those who will advance to the third selection»

"Did…did Kunigami lose?" You ask Chigiri while Isagi asked Reo, the spiky dude was saying something to Isagi

"I…didn't see him, I assumed he was here" the red hair answers, looking just as distressed. Suddenly a pit on your stomach appeared, guilt starting to build up. You weren't supposed to be here in the first place, in a way you took Kunigami's place by playing, and that will only continue to happen the longer you keep being here

"...a shitty hero like him with all his purity and seriousness, was just a slime that couldn't even give me a power up" you hear, which make you raise your eyebrows

"I'm gonna kill him" you whisper angry, cracking your knuckles and almost going to him if it wasn't because two hands take your arm

"Don't" Nagi says

"You're not match for him" Chigiri teases you while looking annoyed at him too "you think Kunigami will let you do that?"

"...Shut up" you say, making him chuckle right before he instinctively reacts to grab Isagi out of the way of that spiky dude, who tried to kick him.

Nagi grabs your arm a bit tighter, moving you slightly so you can avoid any confrontation

"I don't like him, he give me the creeps" you say

"Me neither, don't get close to him" Nagi tells you right when Ego appears on the TV

"Alright, that's enough, you unpolished gemstones, any further violence and I'll have you forcibly eject" Ego says. You sigh, ignoring him like you always do whenever he goes on a rant about something; but from the corner of your eye you can see Reo looking at you and Nagi, the latter shamelessly having his arms draping on your body as he rest himself on you

"Following up in the third selection, after the language studies, well… some things came up, i’d originally planned on whittling down the group until only five of you remained, but there’s been a change of plans" you started paying attention once again, in the very beginning Ego had give you a light overlook of how the selection process was going to be, so that now he changed of plans was unusual "It seems that the overlords of the Japanese football world have made up their minds to stamp out blue lock as soon as possible, which is why i’ve fired back at them with a challenge. So, your next selection will be in three weeks. It’ll be a match with the continued existence of blue lock at stake…japan national u-20 team vs blue lock select 11-member team…if you win this game, blue lock will hijack the japanese national u-20 team"

"Bro, that's insane" you say, everyone in the room was surprised by said words, understandably so. Nagi fully stands up, just as surprised as everyone else.

"...well our opponents will also use every card they have available, so they'll add one member to their rooster…Itoshi Sae" he says, you move your eyes towards Rin, who seems surprised about his brother joining the opponents team "LET'S GO, YOU UNPOLISHED GEMSTONES, THE ONES TO CHANGE THIS ERA WILL BE BLUE LOCK!"

Everyone stays surprisingly quiet for a few seconds, everyone seeming to be processing this whole lot of information given. So now you´ll have a match against the Japan U-20 team? You could understand that the people of the JFA wanted to shut down this project, you cant imagine just how much money all of this would have cost, but even if they think they´d would win, this is such an amazing opportunity, a good chunk of blue lock members will be able to join the national team if you win. After a few seconds a few boys started to question how the 11 members will be chosen, and overall questioned how forwards will be playing in different positions.

"The formation of the blue lock team will center around the following six names I will now call out. Given your overall evaluations as of this moment, these individuals rank as the “Top 6” with the goal of putting together a team in just three short weeks, this method will be our best shot. Those who are called, step forward" Ego says, the ambience changing one more time to expectations "The overall N°1, Itoshi RIn, N°2 Shidou Ryusei.."

“Agh, that bastard is that good? How annoying” you whisper, a few chuckles from Chigiri and Nagi

“Stop having beef with the top players” Chigiri nudges you playfully

"Next, N°3 YN…" Ego continues

"Eh?" You say at hearing your name

"That's our friend!" Chigiri now ruffles your hair, Nagi joining as Isagi and Bachira both extend their hands to high five you

"Moving on…N°4 Karasu Tabito; N°5 Yukimiya Kenyu and lastly N°6 Nagi Seishiro"

"Hey, we're in the Top 6" you lightly hit his chest playfully

"Of course we are" in that moment Yukimiya asks something to Ego, explaining how the order of the ranking was selected; you chuckle when the old Team Z members start whispering surprised at the fact that he was a model

"First, the Top 6 will separate into pairs in descending order and will be assigned A, B and C rank" continues Ego, meaning that you were in a group with Tabito and whoever else chooses your team "This is the final task of the revised third selection with a position as a regular on Japan's national U-20 team on the line. IT'S TIME FOR YOUR TRYOUTS"

"We won't be on the same team, bummer" you hear Nagi say "you should have placed lower"

"Or you could have placed higher" you retort, nudging him lightly

"First, the Top 6, you all will proceed to a different room" Ego says while the door underneath the Tv starts opening, you start walking towards there alongside Nagi as you wave your hand to your friends

"Pleasure to see you again" you hear beside you, Yukimiya smiles at you. He was undeniable attractive

"Same here, and to think we could have team up in the second selection" you answer, making him chuckle

"Right? We could have been an amazing team, considering that both of us are in the Top 6" you nod to his comment, sitting on one of the puffs that were in the room as Nagi sits on the floor, his head laying on your leg. The TV seems to be on a waiting screen, only displaying the words 'Top 6 VIP Room'.

Nothing has gone to plan so far, you should have left a while ago, but somehow now you were in the Top 6 players out of this project; besides, you didn't know how much more will you be able to pretend to be a guy without feeling guilty for taking someone else spot..How long will you be able to last?

"Oi, you alright?" Nagi asks you, making you snap out of your thoughts

"I am…just thinking"

"Hello, hello diamonds in the rough. By fighting to come this far all of you have undoubtedly proven your place as Blue Lock's elite" Ego says as he keep explaining his ideals "... And don't you dare have your position taken by someone not in the Top 6, you all stand at the very peak of Blue Lock. The football that you create will become the blades that destroy Japanese football, remember that. I want to see all of you rise up for the challenge"

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[etoiile]

in which you're sure that your boyfriend was a cat in his past life.

"huh? a cat?" nagi's drowsy voice questions. "'m not a cat. 'm a human."

"no, no." you replied. "in your past life. you were a cat in your past life, not now."

"d'know what you're talking 'bout." nagi yawned and stretched before snuggling into your waist further. "'m me 'nd that's that."

you gently massaged his scalp and he let out a low, relaxed rumble sort of sound.

"see?" you pointed out. "this is catlike behavior!"

nagi grumbled. "what are you talking about? 'm so confused."

"well," you started, "you're lazy, like a cat. and clingy, like a cat. and you practically purr when i scratch your head, like a cat."

"you cant tell me that that isn't highly catlike." you argued playfully.

nagi shifted around in your lap to be more comfortable. "a cat, huh?" he pondered aloud. "well," he gave you a boyish grin that made your knees a little weak. "if i was a cat in my past life, and a human in this one, then no matter what i am next, i hope i can spend the next 7 with you."

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[seiueina]

"do you like butts?" | ft. rin , shidou, isagi, nagi, !!! suggestive + established relationship + boys are pro players ! + short drabbles + self indulgent

₊˚⊹♡ ITOSHI RIN: "What kind of question is that?" Rin scoffed before looking at you. "It's a genuine question that needs to be answered duh!" You say before ruffling with his hair earning another eye roll from the man. "If you so wish to know. I don't care about them, it's normal to have one and if I'm attracted to someone. It won't be because of their behind. Happy?" He responds looking at your face. He sees you thinking as you tap your chin. "Then what do you find attractive if it isn't my butt?"

"Why're you asking me these questions all of a sudden?" He procks an eyebrow as he side eyes you, you shrug and he groans. "Well, I like competitive women. With a burning soul with passion. Someone who would be equal to me. For you, you and I are equal in skill for soccer. I can train and compete against you and it would feel like I am competing against myself.

"So you only find me attractive because I am good at soccer?" You exclaim, crossing your hands over your chest before turning yourself away from Rin. "I didn't say that." "But it sounded like you did!" "Doll, even if you sucked at soccer, I would help you improve. But from the moment I met you, I knew you were competitive. That's what I like." He says before tucking a piece of a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you slowly turn back to face him. "So really you don't find any part of my body attractive?" You pout and you recieve another eye roll from your boyfriend who slowly came closer to your ear.

"I most definitely find your legs attractive, especially when they're wrapped around my waist." He whispered into you ear before placing a peck on your ear lobes. Leaving you to become a blushing mess.

₊˚⊹♡ SHIDOU RYUSEI: When you go to the gym. It isn't usual for you to wear anything tight of some sort. You find them always getting inbetween your thighs and you constantly find yourself pulling at it mid sets so you always opt for a looser fit. But, you've fallen behind on laundry which brings you to slipping on short black bike shorts that stopped right under the plump of your butt.

Spank.

"Ryusei!" You shout as you turn to find your boyfriend who stood behind you. Staring at you with the biggest grin on Earth. "Sorry, just had to y'know." You scoff before placing your hands on your hips, "Do you like butts or something?" you ask before dusting your behind and walking besides your boyfriend to finish up getting ready. "I like your butt, I mean how could I not? Look at this!!" He follows behind, groping at your butt. You roll your eyes, "Tell me more." You flirt, looking at him from the mirror in which you stood in front of. "Oh babe, you don't want to get me started on that." He says, his eyes becoming hearts as he looks down. "I like the shape of your butt. It's round and plump. The recoil...makes me go insane..." He says as he pokes at your butt until you swat his hands away. "Should wear these types of pants more often." Ryusei says following your every moment to the kitchen, filling up your water bottle. "Are you gonna fill my water bottle or just gawk at my ass?" You chuckle as you see him watching. "Just gonna watch...your movements are too entincing. Can't wait till you come back home.." He says, coming close to you wrapping his hands around your waist. You push his loose pieces of hair behind his ear, "You can come with me.." "I know. But as much as I want to. I know you're going with your friends and I don't like being there with them...so I'll let the guys stare at you today...because I am gonna have this ass all to myself tonight." He says as he continues to grope your bottom and placed scattered kisses over your face and neck.

"Behave yourself while I am gone~" You laugh. placing a hand on his chest before placing a kiss on his lips then grabbing your gym bag, heading out for the gym.

"I can feel the dopamine coming~"

₊˚⊹♡ ISAGI YOICHI: "Yoichi, what do you think of butts?" You spoke randomly, catching him off guard you see him start to blush at your question. "Um..well. Y'know I like your thighs.." He slowly speaks, grazing his hand up your thigh, teasing.

"I think butts are nice...they're soft but nothing can compare to your thighs.." Yoichi says with confidence, looking you up and down. Now leaving you as a blushing mess.

"Yoichi~ don't do that!!" You say, not daring to give him any eye contact, removing his hand from your thigh. "What? You asked me what I thought and I answered.." He says slyly, "Don't get all coy on me..y/N."

"I am not! I just wasn't expecting you to respond in that way!" You say, getting up from the couch as you hurriedly walked to the kitchen to splash water on your face. "Now your turn. What do you think of butts?" He bluntly asks as you patted your face with a kitchen towel.

"I like them..because you can do this!" You exclaim out loud as you caught him off guard by slapping his butt, you let out a cheeky laugh until you saw his grin that was plastered on his face. "y/N get back here!" He chases after you, looping him from the kitchen island.

"Don't be a bad girl." He chuckles before tricking you and grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder. "Yep, I stand by this. I rather your thighs than your butt." He says before putting you down.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You ask and before you knew it, you were being cut off with a smack on your bottom. "Yoichi!"

₊˚⊹♡ NAGI SEISHIRO: "I don't care. Butts are butts. I shouldn't need to spend time on thinking if I like a persons butt or not." He slurs out as he takes a sip of his orange juice. "So you don't mind if I don't have a butt?" He sighs, dropping his head into the crook of your neck before using one of his free hands to squeeze one of your cheeks.

"Sei! What're you doing?" You say, startled as you see his game on pause, you could feel his smile laying on the crock of your neck. "You do have a butt. Look I am gripping it." He says before pulling it and ending it with a spank, jolting you forward. Rubbing yourself on his lower half. "Shouldn’t be comparing yourself to others y’know..” He says and you can hear the clicking of the keyboard as he resumes his game. Here and there he'd pepper kisses around your face and neck.

“I am not comparing myself...I just wanted to know if find them attractive..." You whisper, traveling your hands up from his neck into his white hair, twisting it through your digits.

"I find anything attractive about you but you know what I really find attractive?" He asks and you hum, letting him continue. "I find myself rather attracted when I find you under my desk, eager to rip my pants off.." He continues and you unconsciously squeeze his hair in response and you hear a chuckle.

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[tiyoin]

✧ : *🦢 you’re joking,right? pt 2 ･ﾟ:*

synopsis ───◌ in which the blue lock guys come crawling back years later,

characters ┈┈◌ nagi seishiro /reo mikage ♡ isagi yoichi

cw ──♡⃝ cursing, implied potential reo/nagi/reader, reo being magi’s bitch wingman, Reo is my bisexual queen, isagi the number rizzler, isagi is lowkey manipulative -> take that how you want. isagi has a gvn ⁉️⁉️

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 + 𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞??

“For the last time no Reo. Please stop calling me, I have no interest in meeting with you or Nagi, bye”

You sighed, hanging up and immediately blocking the new number. Again.

This was the third time this week the duo had tried to get in touch with you, yet every time you’d give them the same practiced speech, throwing in a few new comments or curses until you hung up and blocked them.

It was becoming routine at this point. Wake up to whatever social media they breached this time, block them, get a text, block them, get a few calls, actually answer one, then block again.

Unfortunately, they went a little off script today and instead of the usual empty words and well wishes, Reo had asked you to meet them today, at the old cafe you and Nagi would frequent. (Reo included because they were a package deal, up to the point you thought you had two boyfriends instead of one).

You rolled over in bed burying your face into one of your cheap pillows. Letting out a sigh of contentment, you nuzzled into it. Until the familiar buzz of your phone snapped you up and out of your bed.

‘2:30. Please show!’

You didn’t know whether you should dress up or dress down. On one hand, you were meeting with very famous football players in a very public setting. On the other hand, you were meeting with Seishro Nagi and Reo Mikage. Your ex-boyfriend and his goonie.

So there you were, sitting at an outside table, drumming your fingers aimlessly. They’re late per usual. By 5 minutes, but with Nagi those five minutes turn to 10, then to 15 until he finally arrives 30 minutes later with a practiced apology

Cocking your head back, you spotted the two men dressed in street clothes. Nagi was tall back then, but somehow his shadow seemed to take up much more space as it loomed over you. And whatever space he couldn't take up, Reo filled becoming a brick wall.

“Sorry, we’re late! We got caught up by some fans”

Likely to prove a point, Reo tilted his sunglasses while Nagi pulled down his hat.

You waved them off, forcing yourself back into your comfortable position as the two sat down in front of you. You were about to speak, but Reo beat you to it. “You have no idea how thankful we- Nagi is to have you show up. Truly”

You hummed, nodding slowly as you eyed the white-haired giant tapping away on his phone. “Ha. I bet he is.” Reo looked to Nagi and sighed.

Pushing out of your chair, you looked down at Reo and the gamer. “This is a waste of time. He hasn't even greeted me, let alone paid attention. Good day”

You mentally patted yourself on the back for getting out before it even began. This had to be some kind of world record right? You bet it wasn't even a minute!

Hearing Reo stutter out excuses for Nagi wasn’t uncommon, but you ignored them this time and were about to walk away from the two leeches when a grip on your wrist stopped you. The grip was like a snake; a boa constrictor as it wrapped around your wrist and stayed there, waiting for your next move. But there would be no next move. Since as much as it’s tight it was big, the hand enveloping your entire wrist with ease, readying itself to gobble you up.

A foolish part of you thought- hoped it was Reo who stopped you. But a peek at the white, creamy hand revealed the truth as you heard a distant ‘GAME OVER!’ It was silent besides the muted electronic music. No one moved, and no one spoke. It was a stalemate.

“It’s rude it ignore people” You popped a vein as Nagi’s bored voice broke the silence. “We aren’t done here” tugging you lightly, you sat back down in your chair, and only then were you released from his iron-clad grip. His shimmering winter eyes held a dangerous glint to them, almost like they were warning you to try that again.

“Hypocrite.” You sneered

Nagi shrugged “I had to finish that match”

Scoffing you crossed your arms “Still second to your fucking games huh?”

“Not at all! I told him he could finish his level in the car- took longer than usual so that’s my fault, sorry y/n!” Reo smiled, rubbing his neck as your eyes narrowed.

Right, and your skin turned to white paint and your eye bags turned to red triangles as your nose became a big red ball, making you boo boo the fool.

“This conversation is important to me. I didn’t want to have any distractions”

“Whatever, fine, I don’t care- why did you ask for me?” You snipped. You wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible, and these two boozoos seemed completely oblivious to your shaking leg and drumming hands. Too engaged in a silent conversation. They both looked back at you, finally letting you in on their secrets.

“No”

“You don’t even know what we were going to say”

“Your disposition said it all and as flattered as I am that you’re crawling back years after you broke up with me” You pointed to Nagi “And you ghosted me” You pointed to Reo. “I’ve come to terms with my best friend and boyfriend dumping me off the side of a highway. And I’ve healed from it- found new people to call my own” You looked around, unable to keep contact with their hardening stares. “So I'll save you the trouble and cut this thing short”

“You have another boyfriend,” Nagi asked, it coming out more as a statement than a question.

You mentally smacked yourself. Forgetting how he was the silently jealous type.

“That’s not the point Nagi, the point is-“

“Do you have another boyfriend.”

“Ughh no Nagi I don't, there happy?”

“Yes” And you could tell that he was too. If you were animated you bet your face would become red and steam would blow out of your ears.

“Perfect. I want to get back together with you.”

“No”

“But I can finally provide for you. You don’t have to work a day in your life now, just like you wanted”

…Huh

You stared at him, mouth hung open as you stayed silent.

Reo took advantage of that “It was all for you ya’ know, all the long training, over-seas games, press meetings- were all to create a stable image of himself so you both wouldn’t have to work 9-to-5s, so you don’t have to worry about rent, groceries, utility bills, and all the sorts. So you could be spoiled with life's greatest luxuries like we think you should!"

'We?' You'll have to ask about... that later.

“Yet here I am” You paused “Plus he called me a boring burden when he broke up with me so I think it's more for him than me”

They both stayed quiet. Reo’s jaw clenched ever so slightly as he glared at Nagi. Though Nagi was too preoccupied with staring through your very soul.

“Because I know how much you love me, and you would’ve smothered me with it, not letting me focus on my soccer. So I had to break up with you,

for the greater good.”

“For the greater good?”

You chuckled. “I would’ve given you space if you had just told me. Instead, I got a boot to the ass and a ‘bon voyage bitch!’. And besides, if it was just that Reo would have told me to back off, and you know I’m right”

“Well, in your absence he- we realized how much we missed you, your presence, your aura. So we’re here to ask forgiveness and-“

“Cut the shit Reo” You rolled your eyes “How do I know you won’t slap me with the ‘boring’ comment again? That you won’t somehow keep me in your debt til the day I die”

They looked at each other, both finally taking off their hats and glasses before they looked at you again.

“You have our full promise that that will never happen again”

“Good”

You shifted in your sit, eyeing the growing smiles and relaxed brows. You saw a glimpse of hope cross their features like the sun peeking out through cumulonimbus clouds. You got up out of your chair, with an equally light smile.

Ripping them out of their fantasies, their eyes stuck to you as the chair screeched bloody murder.

“Then prove it”

And with that, you walked away.

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨ bonus ୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹

Reo sighed in frustration. Furrowing his head in his hands as he stared at nagi. “You really had to call them a ‘boring burden.’ Really Nagi?”

Nagi shrugged “They were though, also smother’n me ‘n shit.”

“Yet you turned out to be the real burden when you started mopping about them months after the split.” Reo laughed “How ironic”

Nagi shrugged “I guess I missed them”

“A lot” Reo chimed in, Nagi’s ears started turning red as a signature ‘x’ came across his face.

“If you wanna get them back you’re gonna have to be vulnerable, you're lucky they even agreed (if you could call it that) to give you a slight chance. Better not blow it for the both of us.”

Nagi ignored the rest of Reo’s plan.

Flowers? Chocolates? Big gestures? Blocked out. It was like tunnel vision, bringing him back to the day he broke up with you. Your retreating figure was the only thing he could focus on as a swell of frustration bubbled up in his gut. It was a familiar bubbling feeling he didn’t like.

“Nagi?”

At that moment he vowed to never feel that way again.

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

Well, this was awkward.

What were the odds that you would see your ex-boyfriend and number-one striker in the world, at a company Christmas party. Your, company Christmas party.

It was especially awkward because he doesn’t work here, let alone live in Japan.

He was standing right in front of you, a wobbly smile on his face and a hand rubbing the nape of his neck.

Spinning around to giggled whispers, you were met with your friends staring at you two. Meeting your gaze they dispersed like pigeons.

“Y/n, you alright?”

You turned back to Isagi with a strained smile. “Never better”

You knew he could feel the eyes and hear the whispers around that surrounded you both. The loudest ones were your own: ‘what is Isagi Yoichi doing at the Christmas party? ‘Isn’t he supposed to be in Germany?’ And most important;y- “why”

“Let’s talk outside, yeah?” He whispered, you nodded hesitantly, narrowing your eyes as he smiled. “If you’re thinking I have a knife in my back pocket, I don’t” Your nerves eased a bit.

“I have a gun”

“Isagi!” You heard him chuckle as he put his hand on the small of your waist. Flinching out of his grip, you whipped your head to face him, he was thinking, concentrating. From the scrunch of his nose to the light mumbles that tumbled out of his mouth-

“You better not be trying to meta read me Isagi”

His head snapped up towards yours. His face said it all, you swore the word ‘GUILTY’ was stamped in big bold letters on his forehead.

The walk outside wasn’t as painful as it was quiet. Every time Isagi would try to walk by your side you would slow down, once he slowed down you would speed up. There were sometimes when he would match your abrupt stop perfectly- who were you kidding? After the first 4 times, he kept perfect pace with you.

It had turned into a game. You didn’t even think about how childish this looks, two grown adults playing a game of red light green light, with beaming smiles and choked-out giggles

You were too involved with the game to feel Isagai’s gaze. And he was too focused on your laugh to notice your wondering eyes. Again, you didn’t know who you were kidding as you knew he knew you thought he looked good in that suit. Muscles expand and contract with each step.

Woo wee.

You swore he started flexing on purpose- the smirk he gave you once you caught his gaze made it all too prevalent. the cheeky bastard.

Clearing your throat as Isagi opened the door for you, you thanked him quietly as you felt a gust of cold air hit your face. You gasped at the feeling of Jack Frost’s mischief.

Or more like allegiance “Here, take my coat” “No thanks, it probably costs more than my rent and I wouldn’t want to ruin it” You both knew you were right.

“Please, you're shivering”

“Isagi it’s okay, really"

You didn’t know why you thought that was going to work, as being in a past relationship with Mr.World Wide you should have been more familiar with how stubborn Isagi could be. Once he had a goal in mind, he would do anything in his power to achieve said goal.

Your smile faltered, and you took the coat. Isagi smiled at your defeat.

You were outside the hotel your company rented, it was a Victorian with a modern spin on it. It was beautifully illuminated by fairy lights and decorated with expensive shrubs ‘that's where my bonus went’ you huffed. Ignoring this, you went back to the reason you weren’t inside.

“Why are you here Isagi” You could see his mood dampen, his shoulders slouched and his smile sadden. His eyes met yours, and yet there was a spark in them. You weren’t sure if it was from the determination or the dangling lights.

“I missed you”

You felt a switch flip in you.

“Isagi”

“I know I know, why would you give me another chance after what happened? I know that you’re angry and hurt and I’m sorry… For what happened.”

He looked around the barren street. The muted bass of the party upstairs does little to help the atmosphere.

“I was wrong” He breathed out, and you swore you could see his chest deflate like a balloon.

“Everything I said that night was wrong. Everything I said that night was unacceptable and I wish every day- for the past 2 years that I’d never done it. That I’d just talked with you about how I was feeling, about what was going on in my head.”

He looked up, and like a cue, you felt something on the tip of your nose. It was cold for a moment until it disappeared.

‘Oh you have to be kidding me’, you thought. All December it was cold yet barren. But tonight, this night just happened to conveniently be the first snowfall. And you knew he planned this shit.

“Isagi” Your voice wavered “It means a lot to me that you’re apologizing, believe me,” You fixed the jacket over yourself “But it’s been 2 years… Sod why now? Why disrupt my life now? Why not a year ago? Why now” Your throat felt hoarse like you had just screamed hours ago and were finally trying to talk. It came out scratchy and painfully, giving away all your secrets.

“I want to be honest with you y/n… Because you deserve that much”

Yours cleared your throat “Damn right I do”

“I thought I could do it without you.” Ouch. “I thought I’d be okay without you, that I just needed soccer and my own ego…” He laughed bitterly, looking up at the snow-infested sky. “But I was wrong”

You huffed, patting the snow off your hair. “Let me guess, you want me back?” He nodded meekly.

You nodded thoughtfully, hand rubbing your chin as he kept looking at the night sky until he finally met your eyes.

“You want someone to warm your bed, right? Well, if that’s the case my friend upstairs really likes y-“

“Wait wait wait- no! I don’t want a bed warmer- I want you back!” Either from the lack of a jacket or from the implications of what that meant, Isagi’s face was scarlet as he animatedly denied the statement.

He was too cute for his own good.

“Awfully vain of you Mr.World Wide”

“I- Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me that?”

You shrugged “Didn’t I tell you not to contact me again? Guess we both can’t listen”

It felt nice to share a laugh with Isagi again because god you've missed the way his eyes and nose crinkled, how he threw his head back and let out a boisterous, yet melodic laugh. Though this laugh was more mellow than the ones you remember, this would do….

“Can I ask you something?” He hummed in acknowledgment.

“Why now”

“I already answered that”

“Not exactly… You told me how you were wrong, how you were sorry, how you regretted what you did… but judging from how you worded it, you’ve had these thoughts, these regrets for a while. So why now, today of all days during my companies Christmas part would you show up asking for forgiveness?”

You love him. You’ll always love him. No matter how many days s or years go by you'll love him. But… you can’t, won't. Not again. You won't let him charm you with his fancy jacket, sweet words, or charming smile. You already did once, but you won’t let it happen again.

You can’t.

He stepped closer.

You won’t.

His hand reached out towards you, eyes flickering between you and him. You nodded hesitantly.

“Because I was afraid”

“Bullshit”

“Maybe, maybe not” His hand caressed your cheek. “But all I know this; that I can do better, be better. I've evolved, and grown up all without you so I can treat you like a god, I'll build Olympus with my bare hands if you'd let me.”

He popped your bubble. He cracked the glass house you build. He was trying to replace the ghost he left.

It took everything in you to gently grab his hand and bring it back to his side. Staring up into those big beautiful eyes, it took you all your power to smile instead of swoon. “Only if you prove it to me” As quick as lighting, you stood up on your tippy toes and planted a warm, soft kiss on his cheek, before retreating inside to rejoin the party.

Chuckling softly, he traced the lingering warmth on his cheek. His phone exploded in a series of buzzes in his pocket. And upon checking it he saw his numerous friends sending him either thumbs-ups or some kind of celebratory text/ emoji.

He looked back towards the door with a smirk “Just wait y/n, I’ll show you how much you mean to me. And I’ll never let you go.”

woah isagi… chill😬

[seichira]

Hi! Can I please request an head canon of how Nagi and Reo from blue lock would react and take care of their girlfriend when she get her period. Thanks <3(Sorry for my English it’s not my first language).

PERIOD’S GOT NOTHIN’ ON ME — blue lock!

✺ featuring : seishiro nagi and mikage reo

✺ lumi’s note : hey, your wish is my command! blue lock is finally out so consider this as a celebratory gift! and also, your english is just fine so no need to apologize! here it goes, i hope you like it <3

NAGI SEISHIRO !

he does not always display signs of paying attention, and maybe he really doesn’t—but that’s not the case with you. apparently, when nagi seishiro is in love, he is the most attentive boyfriend who knows when you’re not feeling well and exactly what to do to make it all better.

as much as you would love to have your giant white-haired boyfriend’s kids running around the apartment you two share, you are simply aren’t ready. thus the sigh of relief you let out when your period arrived this morning.

however, this comes with a setback. whenever you get your period, it has the tendency to hurt, and i am not just talking about mild pains—it’s always full on dysmenorrhea that won’t allow you to get out of bed most of the time.

you called in sick, cleaned yourself up and wore the most comfortable clothes, then plopped yourself on the bed. before you even get to message your boyfriend to tell you how you are and ask about his morning at training, you fall asleep. you only wake up at the afternoon when your phone rings to your boyfriend’s call.

[ hello, baby? ] you say first.

[ you didn’t ask me about my morning. i just want to check in if everything’s okay ] nagi answers in a tone slightly different than his usual bored one. this time, he sounds concerned and you can easily imagine the pout he must have had waiting for your text.

you smile to yourself before speaking. [ i know, sei. i’m real sorry ‘bout that. it’s just… i was asleep all morning. i just woke up ]

his questions comes immediately. [ you didn’t go to university? didn’t you have classes today? is something wrong, love? ]

[ no, i’m not feeling really well. but how about you? is everything going okay in practice? try not to give isagi a headache, will you, my big baby? ]

[ tsk. answer my question with details! and for the record, i don’t give isagi headaches. it’s usually his fault. anyway, really, what’s wrong? ]

nagi closes his eyes when he hears your laugh from the other line, one that you can’t stop despite the weird feeling it gives your lower region.

[ i will tell you about it later, hm? i really need to rest, sei. see you later tonight when you get home ]

you don’t know why you’re surprised that not even an hour later, you have nagi seishiro at the edge of your bed, handling your body gently to make you face him. the pain on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, not to mention the tears at your eyes when you opened them to look up at him.

he looks godly like this. his hair is still wet, obviously leaving training right after taking a shower. he’s in a fresh sweater that would look huge on you and gray sweatpants that show just how long his legs are.

“s-sei? it’s… too early for you to be home,” you say weakly, trying not to trigger another painful surge of cramps that has you groaning.

nagi uses his hand to tuck away loose hair on your face to settle them behind your ears. he crouches down to kiss your forehead, and a hand travels down to your lower stomach to replace your hand placing pressure on it.

“you can’t expect me to stay in practice for another minute after knowing that you’re not feeling well. did you want anything? i failed to drop by the store ‘cause i was too worried.”

“n-no… you’re here. i’m okay. it just… hurts so much, sei. can’t believe i go through this every month—” you are cut off by your own whine when a painful cramp came.

nagi panics, and he sheds a tear when you wailed. he promises you he will be back as soon as he can after peppering your face with kisses. a few minutes later, he enters the room again with w glass of warm water in hand, medicine, and hot compress.

he helps you stick the hot compress to your lower tummy and makes you drink the painkiller. because frankly, seeing you in pain kills the giant boy.

“sei. sei… hurts.”

“i know. i’m sorry. i know.”

the quivering of his lip is a telltale sign of how much this situation makes him upset. he knows he will never truly understand this kind of pain, but believe me, he wishes he could take it in your stead.

he situates his back to rest on the headboard before he pulls you to his lap so you can lay down on top of him. you do your best to straddle him, your chests facing together, and your face resting on his neck.

in this very comfortable position, he wraps his arm around you. its heaviness giving slow massages to your back soothes you, and you’re close to dozing off. he is huge, and that fact makes you feel even more safe and secure in his arms.

“better, baby?”

you nod against his neck, clinging your arms around him even tighter. “mhm, sei… thank you.”

he places a kiss to your temple. “i’m glad. you know i will do anything for you.”

MIKAGE REO !

your boyfriend loves to spoil you, wants you to have everything you ever want and need. however, when you’re on your period and something makes you upset, nothing seems to appease you. it leaves him confused, but one thing about mikage reo is that he will utilize all possible means to make sure you’re alright.

“can you see how we always seem to have it harder just because we’re born as women?! you men will never understand it! it sucks so bad!”

reo nods, which he usually does since he agrees with you even when you say that his lot is trash. he knows you’re not talking about him so why be defensive?

“i know, love.”

“and we have to carry the baby, too? i want kids! i want cute little children with your beautiful hair, but i don’t think i can survive that kind of pain!”

“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, y/n. babies in the future will just be a bonus, if we ever have them. but really, you are all that i want. i’m content with just the two of us.”

“but i want a baby!”

“then, we’ll have one when you’re ready.”

“but it will hurt! it might kill me!”

your boyfriend hugs you tighter from behind, as you are both sitting on the bed. he has been spending the past hour trying to get you to calm down, but you only continue rambling on and on and he figures it is best if you talk your heart out as long as you want.

the last sentence you blurted out sets of a kind of anxiety that only comes when he is confronted by a possibility where he’s not with you.

“don’t say that,” he says with purpose. “i’m not going to lose you. if we get pregnant someday, then i will get all the best doctors and admit you to the best hospital to make it as comfortable as it can be.”

you cry at that, much too overwhelmed by your sweet boyfriend, to which he comforts you endlessly and patiently. you fall asleep when you feel the strain on your eyes, and reo cuddles you to sleep.

in the middle of your slumber, he carefully unwraps his limps tangled with yours and sneaks out of the room. he hurries to buy all the stuff you mentioned you wanted earlier during your rambles.

tampons and different kinds of pads? check!

heat packs? check!

painkillers? check!

ice cream? check!

chocolates? check!

french fries? check!

fruits and berries? check!

everything else? also check!

however, unfortunately for you, you wake up and reo’s still not there. it startles you that when you reach out for his side, the sheets are cold.

where did he go? did he finally realize you aren’t pretty enough to put up with your bull? did he think you’re too much to handle? did he leave you?

but this penthouse belongs to him! will he ask you to pack up your things and he better not see you in the morning? will he tell you how annoying you are and that he can’t pretend that he loves you anymore?

somewhere within the same city, he is busy trying to figure out whether or not heated tampons weren’t real because it made you upset that they weren’t. sure, sales clerks are looking at him like he’s a crazy man, but whatever. he needs to make sure that he has given you everything he can.

but you, his pretty girlfriend he loves so much with all of his damn heart and to the bottom of his hypothalamus, is too caught up in your shitty mood to even think of the possibility that your boyfriend is making a fool out of himself for you.

you break down in inconsolable tears, and the heaviness in your heart is only made worse by the sight of blood on your sheets.

“i’m so stupid! reo won’t like blood on his bed!”

with cute sobs and hiccups escaping your lips, you will yourself to brave through the uncomfortable feeling on your lower stomach and remove the sheets to put them on the washer.

he comes home to you like that. you are standing in front of the washer, helplessly crying at the heartbreak over something that never happened. reo runs to take your smaller frame into his arms, and he is quick to ask you what is wrong.

“reo!” you wail. “thought y-you left me for good! i stained our sheets with blood and they won’t come off! a-and you don’t love me anymore!”

“oh, baby, we can always change the sheets. don’t worry your pretty lil mind about that,” he coos.

he carries you by your waist to sit you down on top of the laundry machine, and you quickly wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

he rubs soothing circles on your back. “and what’s this with me leaving you and not loving you? don’t you know that’s the top most impossible thing to ever happen, huh?”

“where did you go, then?”

“bought all the things you need,” he says. you look behind his shoulder and see the numerous paper bags containing literally everything. “sadly, there really aren’t heated tampons in this society.”

you want to laugh out loud at that, but you only manage to let out struggling ones so as to not instigate even more pain.

“i say all that, reo, but i really only wanted you by my side. wanted to wake up next to you.”

he nods in understanding. “i’ll keep that in mind, baby. forgive me. i’ll stay. won’t ever leave you like that again.”

you him in satisfaction. “good…”

“maybe i’ll just ask nagi to run around to buy things next time,” he concludes. that is not quite what you mean, but you know he will only be at ease when he can give you everything.