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To Break and Adore {Shidou Ryusei x Itoshi Sae x Reader}

For as much as Sae acted bothered by your combined attentions, he loathed being ignored. There was a reason he chose two clingy lovers, after all. He didn’t know how to take affection normally, so he had to be forcibly smothered in it. He stared up at you. You could see the muscle in his jaw twitching as he warred with himself. You give him one more prod. “If you want something, you’re gonna have to use your words, y’know.” He lets out a sound reminiscent of a cat hiss. “Human words, pussy cat,” Ryusei teases. “I hate you both,” Sae says through gritted teeth. “Now shut up and fuck me.” - Or, Sae, Ryusei, and you fuck nasty for 6k words.

Minors Do Not Interact, explicit smut, reader and sae both have afab anatomy with words like cunt pussy and clit used, no gendered pronouns used for reader, bratty sub sae, dom/slightly switch leaning ryusei and reader, pussy grinding, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, breeding kink, pussy spanking, praise kink, degradation, little bit of objectification i guess, some tacky breeding kink dirty talk courtesy of shidou, multiple orgasms, let me know if i missed a tag, just so much sex i don't know what to tell you. word count: 6200 | Ao3 version

Sae’s so wet already that it drips off him like honey.

It stokes the fire burning in your stomach, seeing such a cold man begin to lose himself from nothing more than a little naked making out. His face is still a blank mask, but you can see the haziness creeping into his eyes. You want him to show how much he likes it. You want to shatter his pretty porcelain mask to pieces and watch him break in your hands.

It’s a testament to his own desire that he lets you flip him so his back is pressed into the sheets and his soft red hair splays across the pillows. He hasn’t given you more of a reaction yet, raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow coolly; a challenge, almost. As if he isn’t sprawled under you, thick thighs spread invitingly, the traces of arousal leaking from his glistening pink pussy smeared on their insides.

You smirk down at him, taking his expression as the unspoken challenge it was. You grip his hips, hard enough for him to let out a soft sigh, and pull him closer to you, rearranging your legs to prepare him for what’s next. You're close enough so that when you lean forward to kiss him again, it causes your wet folds to grind against his.

Sae moans into your mouth. His tongue, previously tangled with yours, goes slack with pleasure as you grind your clits together.

You’re barely holding it together yourself; you start out slow, each thrust of your hips sliding your wet pussies together with a loud, sticky-sounding noise. Each time your clit slips through his labia, you can feel just how fucking soaking he is for you. And every time your clits kiss, Sae lets out a whimper that makes you want to wreck him even more.

You can’t help but pick up the pace, frantically humping into your lover as his nails scratch across your back, desperately trying to anchor himself as before the pleasure carries him away completely. He’s not even kissing you anymore; the two of you are just groaning and panting into each other’s open mouths, like animals. He feels so fucking good, a warm, wet, dripping dream as you grind together. A perfect little toy, just for you to ruin.

Your thrusts are becoming less and less coordinated as the lust threatens to overtake you, but Sae doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, his moans are getting even more high pitched, and he’s moving, squirming underneath you, like he doesn’t know whether he wants to escape from the sensations or grind into you to chase the feeling.

You can’t take it anymore. You need to see his face.

He whines when you pull away from your mockery of a kiss; he whines even louder when your more upright position allows you to rut against him harder. The friction of your clits against each other feels so good it almost hurts, making your hands reflexively clench on his waist and your eyes haze over.

When you come back to yourself, you can finally admire what a mess you’ve made of him. His normally sharp green eyes are completely fogged over; they’re glued to you, but you can’t even tell if he sees you or if he’s completely lost in his arousal. His lips are swollen red, slick and gaping, and he’s panting with every whine and moan, open mouth showing you the tip of his pretty pink tongue. Sae Itoshi, the ice prince, has melted underneath you; the porcelain mask has cracked to reveal the pleasure-flushed, wrecked beauty you adore creating.

Your voice is rough when you speak. “Ahh, Sae…” you groan, “You look so fuckin’ pretty all ruined like this…”

He moans at your words, and with one more harsh grind of your pussy to his, he comes.

Eyes rolling back into his head, he lets out a high-pitched whine as he soaks both your cunts with his release. His thighs twitch, trying their best to lock around you, but you force them apart so you can hump him through his orgasm, and chase yours at the same time.

It only takes you a little longer than him to catch it, shuddering as the tight, wet heat in your core snaps, pussy clenching around nothing as pleasure courses through you.

Your limbs unlock after your orgasm finishes washing over you, and you flop down on top of your lover, exhausted.

Sae lets out huff as you slump into him, but he makes no move to push you off. Instead, he pulls you up so he can give you another lazy, sloppy kiss as you both catch your breaths.

“Mmm, was that good, baby?” you ask, pulling away from his sweet lips after a moment.

His face is still lax with satisfaction after his release, but he manages to pull it into something resembling his normal unimpressed expression. “It was okay.”

“Brat. I felt you squirting on me.”

“So vulgar.”

You give him your best shit-eating grin. “Oh, please. You know who we’re both dating. That’s nothing.”

Sae snorts. “True. Where is the horny demon anyways? He normally materializes out of nowhere whenever there’s a hint of something sexual.”

All of a sudden, you hear the front door of your apartment slam open.

“DADDY’S HOME, BABYDOLLS!”

“You fucking summoned him, holy shit,” you cackle.

Sae pinches his nose, like he’s getting a headache, but you catch the faint uptick of his lips.

It doesn’t take long for Ryusei to find the two of you; you hadn’t bothered to move, so when he enters your bedroom, he’s greeted with the sight of his naked lovers on top of each other. His eyes immediately drift down to where your cunts are still pressed together, connected with slow-drying strings of slick, and he grins lecherously.

“Ohohoho, getting frisky without me? How naughty~” He moves closer to the bed, undoing the zip on his pants to reveal he’s not wearing any underwear, a fact that is not surprising in the slightest after knowing him for so long. Also unsurprisingly, he’s already sporting a half-chub just from seeing you both in such a compromising position.

You sit up, stretching so you can grab Ryusei's shirt collar and yank him into a kiss. He wastes no time in shoving his tongue inside, acting like he’s trying to taste every corner of your mouth with it. He makes out with you until you feel your lower stomach growing heavy with arousal again, then he pulls away. He doesn’t leave you alone, however, choosing instead to lick his way down to your throat, before pressing his lips to your skin and sucking harshly.

You let out a surprised moan. You feel a huff of air as he chuckles into your ear before continuing to mark out your skin. You wrap one hand around his nape, pulling him into you as he laps and sucks and bites his way down your neck. The other gropes around blindly, until you can slip it into his open fly and squeeze his warm girth. Your touch causes his cock to fill out even more, and Ryusei to let out a deep groan before he bites down viciously on your shoulder.

He pulls back just before his sharp canines can fully pierce your flesh, but the mark is still vivid enough to throb with blood, in perfect time with your cunt.

“Enjoying the show, pretty boy?”

The voice is enough to remind you of the warm body still trapped partially under yours. Sae’s eyes have darkened several shades, shifting into a stormier tone of green, and they’re locked to you and Ryusei. However, he was ever the brat.

“The two of you look like animals trying to eat each other,” Sae says, voice steadier than you expected from someone who was mewling like a kitten at your touch mere minutes earlier.

Unfortunately for him, Ryusei and you share a braincell. “Kinky,” you say in unison, before meeting each other’s eyes and smiling.

“And frankly,” you continue, mockingly, “bold words from someone who was scratching up my back like a feral cat from a little bit of grinding.”

“Oh, really?” Ryusei purrs, turning to lock eyes with Sae. “Did you make him come hard?”

You scoot backwards and remove your hand from where it’s been languishing in his pants. Two fingers swipe through the mess of slick that is your and Sae’s crotches, raising them up so Ryusei can see how they glisten and drip in the light. “I think he squirted.”

Ryu grips your wrist, pulling your fingers into his mouth. The taste of your combined arousals makes him let out a filthy moan, as he licks and sucks at your digits to get every trace of the flavor he can. He detaches with an audible slurping noise. “Ahh, that’s the stuff~”

Sae lets out a tsk, before sitting up and scooting away on the bed. He seems unruffled, but you know him. You know what the faint cherry-blossom blush dusted along his cheekbones means. He’s still just as aroused as you.

If he thinks he can pull away from your attention, he’s wrong.

“Aww, baby, where are you going?” Ryusei purrs. He climbs onto the bed, one hand beside Sae’s head so he can loom over him. “The party’s just getting started~”

Sae narrows his eyes. “I’m sure the two of you can…entertain yourselves…while I get some well-needed rest.”

You know him well enough to smell his weakness, so you strike. Moving closer, you hover over your boyfriend just like Ryusei is. “Sounds like you’re jealous, Sae. You wanna be the center of attention again, huh?”

His face twitches into a minuscule pout. Ryusei, grin sharp, goes in for the kill shot.

“Thought about you all day, baby. Got so horny thinkin’ about fucking you stupid on my cock.” His voice is deep and raspy. He pulls his cock out from his fly, and you watch, entranced, as he slaps the red, dripping head against Sae’s blushing cunt. Drops of precum drip off of his cock head, melting into the slick coating Sae’s pussy. You want to lick them both.

Sae’s breath hitches. His eyes, like yours, are fixed on Ryusei’s cock. He looks hungry.

“Of course,” Ryusei drawls, “If you wanna go to bed…I can just stuff sweetheart over here with my come instead…” He pulls away from Sae, only to reach out and pinch your clit, making you let out a sound between a whine and a yelp. He grins, cruelly. “See? Baby’s so wet and ready for me…and wanting…”

“Mhmm,” you sigh. You ignore the boy flat on the bed, instead locking eyes with Ryusei and letting him see the heat they hold. He licks his lips. “Kinda wanted to see Sae’s face go all cum-drunk again…but if he doesn’t want to play, then I guess we don’t need him to have a good time.”

You move closer to Ryu, and away from Sae, not looking at him even once.

Just a few inches of distance before your lips connect, and you’re interrupted by a harsh tug to your arm.

Sae scowls up at the both of you, as if he didn’t just pull you two back on top of him.

“Oh?~”

“What is it, kitty?”

You look down at him with the gaze of a predator. Ryusei’s smile is full of teeth, and lust.

He stared up at you. You could see the muscle in his jaw twitching as he warred with himself.

You give him one more prod. “If you want something, you’re gonna have to use your words, y’know.”

He lets out a sound reminiscent of a cat hiss.

“Human words, pussy cat,” Ryusei teases.

“I hate you both,” Sae says through gritted teeth. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

Sae’s fingernails dig crescent-moon-shaped marks into the meat of your thighs. He was eating you out until he finally got too fuck-drunk to concentrate; now, he lets you lazily grind on his tongue, his eyes rolled back and face lax with overstimulation.

Ryusei fucks into him with the strength of a battering ram. Each thrust of his hips shoves Sae’s face further into your cunt. Ryu is smiling, a sharp, cruel grin, showing off all of his teeth, even as the first drops of sweat trail down his neck and chest from the exertion. You can see the barest glimpse of his cock every time it leaves Sae, glinting in the light with a mixture of slick and frothy precum; the sound it makes is obscene. The only thing keeping Sae from lying prone on the bed are Ryusei’s hands holding his hips up. His grip is so tight that you know it’s going to leave pretty wine-purple marks on your lover’s pale skin; marks you can use to torment Sae later. You can’t wait to poke those healing bruises and watch him blush and bristle at the reminder of what he let the two of you do to him on a near-daily basis. As if you didn’t know all the places to touch that would make him whine and shake, as if Ryusei couldn’t make him putty with one good stroke of his dick. It was so cute to watch him act high and mighty all the time, as if he wasn’t your little toy in the bedroom.

“Isn’t that right?” you say to yourself, voice slurring a bit as you ride Sae’s face. “You’re just our little toy, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, too out of it to listen; however, unfortunately for him, Ryusei hears.

“Oh, didya hear that, Sae-chan?” he coos. He stops the jackhammering motion of his hips, holding Sae speared onto his cock. Your other boyfriend lets out a whine, gripping your thighs harshly in protest. After a few seconds of not being force-fed pleasure, he lifts his head to squint up at you. The haze hadn’t fully faded from his eyes, but even so, his lip curls up into a little sneer.

“Th’ fuck did you stop?” he rasps.

Ryusei leans over him, pressing his chest to Sae’s back; the latter lets out a small whine as Ryusei’s cock is forced even deeper into him. “Maybe,” Ryusei rasps, breathing directly into Sae’s ear, “I was waiting for you to say ‘yes.’”

“Yes to what, demon?” Sae snips.

“Yes when I asked you if you were just our little toy,” you interrupt.

Even trapped between you and Ryusei as he is, even though he was having the brains fucked out of him not even five minutes ago, Sae’s fire hasn’t been fully dampened. “’M not anyone’s toy,” he says defiantly. His cheeks are flushed an ever-deepening pink, his bangs slicked with sweat, lips swollen and sticky with your slick. Yet he still has a little spark in his eyes, the flickers of rebellion glittering in their sea-green depths.

You think you’ll have fun snuffing that spark out. Ryusei meets your eyes, and you can tell from the hungry glint in them that he feels the same.

Without warning, he bites into the soft flesh of Sae’s shoulder, causing him to let out a yelp that turned into a low moan. “But you’re not just anyone’s toy, babydoll, you’re our toy.”

“Of course you are,” you purr. You hook your thumb into Sae’s mouth, tilting his chin up as you press down onto his soft tongue. “A bratty little doll, but ours. As if we’d let just anyone have you. Not when you melt so prettily for us.”

He still has the little spark of conflict in his eyes, but it’s partially obscured by the glistening crystal tears clinging onto his lashes. Just a little spark of good pain, a little show of dominance, of ownership, and his sharp claws temporarily retract.

You felt a large hand grasp behind your neck, before Ryusei pulls you in to smash his lips into yours. He plunders your mouth, pure passion dripping from every movement of his tongue; you match him as best as you can, harsh enough to nick his lips with your teeth, spreading a hint of the rich metallic flavor of his blood against your palate.

Nothing got the two of you going like making Sae break his perfect icy facade.

However…the game wasn't over yet. Though Sae's mask was cracking, it hadn't completely shattered. After all, he still was able to talk.

Ryusei's leaning into your kiss had caused his cock to grind just a little bit further into Sae, seemingly pacifying him enough even though your attention had strayed from him for a minute. But not forever. As Ryusei's brutal pounding had ceased, Sae was able to gather enough mental faculties again to resume licking at your cunt, drawing your attention back to him once more.

You pull away from Ryusei's mouth, and look down at Sae. He's infuriatingly good at eating you out, when he focuses on you; for what he lacks of Ryusei's unrelenting animal hunger for your pussy, he makes up for in technique. Each stroke of his tongue between your folds is followed by a light kiss or suck to your clit; he meticulously observes your reactions so he knows just how to stimulate your nerves to extract the most pleasure. You shudder, involuntarily, as his ministrations send a frisson of heat through you.

As soon as he knows he has your attention back, when he knows you are focused on his actions and the sweat-tear-slick glisten of his face between your thighs, he stops.

"Forgot your toy?" he rasps, a hint of his usual mocking underneath. He makes sure to make eye contact with both you and Ryusei, challenging.

"Of course not," you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. "Just forgot how needy he is."

"Maybe," Ryusei says, his voice a rich with lust, "Our pretty little doll needs to be taught a lesson~"

"Punishment?" you ask. "Hmm…but I am having fun with him, even if he's a brat." Sae puts his teeth on your leg at the word brat, a light threat, but without looking at him you yank at his hair and he relaxes.

"Just a little bit~" Ryusei chuckles. "I have an idea…and you'll still get to play with him~"

"What?" you ask, breathless.

You expect him to lean back into your space again, but he pulls away instead. You hear the slick sound of his cock slipping out of Sae's cunt before you realize what's going on.

Sae lets out an indignant whine when he feels the absence. You can see how Ryusei's eyes drift down, and he's silent for a moment, no doubt watching Sae's empty pussy gape, flushed red and clenching around nothing. You've seen it before, and you can fully understand wanting to linger for a second on the beautiful sight.

Any further protests from Sae are interrupted by Ryusei giving him a sharp smack against a pale, round ass cheek. Sae squawks, whipping his head around to give Ryusei a glare that would no doubt be more intimidating if his eyes weren't still a little teary.

"Brats don't deserve to get fucked," Ryusei says, mockingly. "Finish what you started, and then maybe I'll fill up your greedy little cunt again, okay, Sae-chan?"

Once Ryusei's meaning clicks, you give him a sharp smile. You tug Sae's chin so he's looking up at you again; his eyes narrow when he sees the leer on your face. "Come on, baby," you purr. "You were so excited to eat me out just a few minutes ago…how about you be a good boy and put your tongue to good use. Make me come, and then I'll make sure you get fucked out of your pretty little head, okay?"

"And if you don't wanna eat that pretty pussy out…" Ryusei adds, "I'll stick my cock in it instead and you can sit back and watch!"

Sae's blank face may seem thoughtless to most people, but you know him too well to fall for that. You can see the deliberation in his sharp jade eyes; his inherent desire to be obstinate warring with his craving for the dual high of orgasm and being the center of his lovers' attention. You can see it in the way the his gaze flickers from side to side, in the way he bites down on his rosy lips hungrily, in the way he subtly clenches his thighs together against the throb of his cunt.

It takes only four seconds for his lust to win. Your instinct is to laugh at him, but you're cut off by the attentions of his perfect velvet tongue against your core, and it turns from a low chuckle into a higher-pitched moan.

For all you teased him about being your toy, he was really just playing before. When Ryusei was fucking him, Sae was eating you out because he needed your attention on him as well. Now, with nothing to stimulate him, and the promise of a reward hanging over his head, he was a man on a mission.

Gone are the teasing licks through your folds; Sae is fully burying his face into your cunt now. His hands are gripping your thighs like a lifeline as he shoves his tongue deep inside of you, deep enough to scrape against the sensitive nerves in the walls of your pussy. In turn, you grip at his hair, guiding his face so that the sharp curve of his nose is notched perfectly against your clit. With every thrust of Sae's tongue inside of you, the point of his nose rubs your clit just right, sending an electric flicker of pleasure through you. He increases the pace, movements breaking slightly from his usual precise, methodical way of taking you apart. He really is eating you out, letting out small grunts and whines into your core. You can feel the slightest edge of his teeth scraping your folds he sucks your slick straight from the source, and the sensation makes you shiver.

You hook one of your legs over his shoulder, using the leverage to pull him even deeper into you. Even though he's strong, body honed by years of intense training, he's fuck-drunk and lax enough now that you could pull him around like a rag doll if you wanted. The angle the pressure of your leg and your hand in his hair force his neck into can't be comfortable, but he takes it so well you don't even hesitate to guide him for your use.

You're so caught up in the delicious pleasure you take from Sae's mouth that you don't even notice as one of his hands leaves your hip and clumsily, desperately, moves downward.

You do, however, notice when Ryusei stops lazily jerking off his cock to land a harsh slap to Sae's cunt.

There's enough force behind the strike that you feel how Sae is shoved forward; with that, and the absolutely filthy moan Sae lets out as his eyes roll back into his head, you feel seconds away from coming so hard you see stars.

"Trying to touch yourself, huh, Sae-chan?" Ryusei's voice has a dark, mean edge to it. "Filthy little whore. Can't even do one thing without thinking about stuffing his pussy full, huh?"

"Ryu," you call. Your words slur a bit with your own desire for orgasm. Ryusei's vivid eyes meet yours. "Slap him again."

He doesn't hesitate. Another strike, the wet sound of the impact rings through the room. Sae whimpers, his nails cutting into your hip.

You let out a delirious giggle. "Think he could come just from that." You grind your pussy against Sae's face, coating it even more with your slick. You want to watch him break, for your own amusement and pleasure.

Ryusei gives you a feral grin. "That's an even better idea, baby." He turns his focus back to Sae. "We were being kinda nice to you before, kitty…but you couldn't even do one thing right…so I guess we gotta make it hurt now~"

He ends his statement with another blow to Sae's cunt; this time, you can see his hand go lower, low enough to catch Sae's clit with this strike. He squeals with the sensation, a high-pitched sound muffled by how his face is still shoved into your pussy.

Ryusei pulls back his hand, and you can see Sae's slick glistening on his fingers. The gloss of it dripping down his wrist highlights the veins and muscles that exertion makes bulge under his skin. His own gaze is locked onto Sae's core, which is no doubt red and swollen from his punishment. However, instead of feeling any sort of pity for him, Sae's state just serves to rile Ryusei up even more.

In quick succession, three more slaps rain down upon Sae. With each one, you can both see and feel the increase in force; in how Ryusei's muscles flex with each blow, and in how Sae jolts forward as he whimpers into your sex. After the third strike, Ryusei leaves his hand where it is and rubs; a motion that, if done softly, might be soothing, but likely just aggravated the already sore and sensitive folds. Sae's eyes clench closed at the feeling, squeezing out crystal tears that cling to his lashes like a string of diamonds.

Ryusei laughs, deep and syrupy with arousal. "Such a fucking slut~"

Sae is beyond arguing; he whines in response.

It only takes one more slap for him to come.

He screams when he does, every muscle in his body tensing and shaking with the force of it. It must be a painful orgasm, ripped violently from his body, but you know he loves it. He shudders through the aftershocks, whimpering as he rides each new wave of pleasure. After that, his body goes limp, and he tilts his head to rest on your thigh, damp hair pressed to your thigh, petal-pink mouth gasping for air after nearly suffocating himself in your cunt. You slowly run your hand through his red locks, petting him gently.

Your body feels electric. You're so close, both from Sae's tongue and the view of him being shattered by Ryusei's hand. You nearly came when he did, just from the sight of it, but somehow it wasn't enough, not after your first orgasm.

You need more.

"Ryu~" you call. It's like calling a hunting dog, the way he snaps to attention, his blown-out fuchsia eyes focusing in on you. Waiting for his owner's command. You spread one leg out further, leaving a little room next to Sae's fucked-out body for Ryusei to see your own arousal. "Make me come."

Your eyes flutter closed as Ryusei lunges forward, colliding with you in a messy kiss. His tongue fills your mouth, tangling with yours in a filthy dance that makes your cunt throb with desire. Ryusei swallows up your moan as his hand finds your slit. You're open enough from Sae's ministrations that two of Ryu's rough fingers slip right in. He hooks them inside of you, rubbing at the sweet spot inside of your soaking pussy as his thumb tortures your swollen clit. It takes barely even a few more skilled movements of his fingers, and you're dragged over the precipice you've balanced on the edge of for so long.

It's a bright shock of pleasure that flashes through your entire body, whiting out your vision for a moment as you gasp into the kiss. Ryu works you through it, massaging the overcharged and sensitive nerves of your cunt.

You make out with him for an unknowable amount of time, slowly drifting down from your high and reveling in the floaty feeling you get from his touch and his lips on yours. Eventually, Ryusei does pull back; only a few inches, letting you admire the red flush on his cheeks and the way his pink-tipped hair, limp with sweat, hangs down in front of his hooded eyes. You lean forward to press a sweet kiss to his nose, then his cheeks, then just to the side of his lips, just so you can see his smile.

"Thank you, baby," you say. "Love you."

"Love you too, pretty," he purrs.

He pulls away from you, and you can see how his cock is still painfully hard, the head of it flushed nearly purple with arousal, the throbbing veins standing out starkly against his thick shaft. It's glistening, with precum and remnants of Sae's slick from the fucking he gave Sae's cunt not long ago.

"Are you going to finish what you started?" you ask.

Ryusei raises an eyebrow.

You tilt your chin up, subtly gesturing to Sae.

Your red-haired lover is lounging on the bed, his head still pillowed against your thigh. However, he seems to have regained at least some of his awareness, as his deep jade eyes are open once more, silently watching his partners.

He clicks his tongue. "Horny dog," he murmurs. The bite of his words is softened by how his lust-warm gaze immediately locks onto Ryusei's hard cock, and the way he ever so subtly spreads his legs.

You think for a moment that Ryusei is going to tease him again, play the game both of you love so much of withholding affection from Sae just to watch him beg for it. But not now; the hungry way he looks at Sae tells you that he's tired of playing with his food.

Ryusei's hands return to their rightful place on Sae's hips, laying perfectly on top of the faintly forming bruises from earlier in the night. He tightens his grip, tendons in his hands jumping as Sae's soft flesh spills from between his fingers. Then, in one swift movement, he drags Sae across the bed, so that his red-flushed cunt is visible to you as Ryusei's cock taps against it.

The new angle gives you a perfect view of the arch of Sae's back as Ryusei messily humps him. Sae lets out a whimper at the friction, cunt no doubt still tender from the spanking it received; but you can see how he pushes back slightly into each messy roll of Ryusei's hips.

Your hand slides down between your thighs. You're still sensitive from your orgasm, but seeing them together is rekindling the sparks of arousal deep in your core, and two fingers softly rubbing against your clit takes some of the pressure off the growing heat inside.

It doesn't escape Ryusei's attention. "Looks like we've got an audience, huh, pretty boy?" he teases, patting Sae's thigh in a way that's more mocking than comforting. "Better put on a show, then!~"

He pulls back from Sae, one hand going down to grip his heavy cock. He squeezes the shaft, as if to stave off orgasm. A dribble of precum squirts from his cock head and onto Sae's thigh, glazing his skin. Ryu's eyes flutter, and he lets out a soft groan at the stimulation of his own hand. "Fuck, not gonna last long, baby. Gonna fuckin' drain my balls inside of you, fill you up so good...Gonna breed you so good…"

He slips the head of his cock between Sae's swollen labia, rubbing the head through his slit until it kisses at his entrance. "Eyes on us, lovely," he coos, and blows you a cheeky kiss, before he shoves his cock all the way into Sae's pussy.

Sae lets out a yelp that trails off into a moan as he is impaled fully. Ryusei wastes no time resuming his brutal pace in fucking him, not even giving Sae a minute to adjust before he's thrusting into him like a wild thing.

Ryusei wasn't lying when he said he was going to breed Sae. That's the only way you can describe the animalistic way he fucks Sae into the mattress; pure, base, feral sex, where the only end possible is Sae left rung out and stuffed full of Ryusei's come.

One of Ryusei's hands rests on Sae's scalp, pushing him into the mattress while his other hand holds his hips at the perfect angle to pump into. Sae's cheek is pressed to the sheets, head facing you, so you can see perfectly how his eyes roll back into his skull. His lashes are clumped together with tears; his flushed face is wet with them, along with his own spit and your drying come. His pink, bitten lips are slack, letting drool and moans slips from them unheeded in equal measure. He doesn't have it in him to snark back at his lovers; he doesn't have the energy in him to talk at all. All he can do is go slack as Ryusei abuses his wrung-out pussy.

Your other lover, however, has perhaps too much talk in him. A steady stream of filth spills from his lips, somehow worse even than the drivel he babbles on the field when he scores. In between every grunt and moan, he makes sure to detail just how deep he's going to force his come into Sae. "Gonna come right into that precious little womb of yours, kitty—ungh—fuckin' fill it up with my seed until your stomach bulges, until you look pregnant—until you're so full it spills out around my cock—fuck yeah—gonna fuckin'—breed you—"

He talks until he's stumbling over his own words, syllables stuttered between heavy breaths and loud, breathy sounds of pleasure. Sweat drips down the pretty line of his neck, slipping along his Adam's apple and down, pooling into the dips of his collar bones, and trailing down between his pecs and across his abs. With each thrust of his hips, you can see how the muscles in his ass and his legs tighten, how his strong arms flex with the force he puts into every plunge of his cock into your lover's cunt.

The wet sounds of their fucking are so loud, so obscene, that you're losing the train of your own thoughts—you can barely even coordinate the movement of your fingers against your cunt. You want to watch them like this forever, you want to be Sae, you want to be Ryusei, you want to be sandwiched between them. You want this to be your eternity, living in debaucherous bliss with your lovers for the rest of your days.

You need to touch. You shuffle forward, fingers leaving your own sex and reaching beneath Sae's hips to find his clit. You pinch the bud harshly, tugging at it like you're trying to milk the orgasm from his body.

He comes with a broken scream, body tensing as he tries to arch against Ryusei's grip on him. His cunt positively gushes, soaking your hand and the sheets beneath. He must clench down like a vice, because Ryusei curses up a storm, giving a few more unsteady pumps into Sae before he comes.

"Fuck, yeah, take it, take it," he chants, riding his orgasm out as he sloppily grinds into Sae. Ryusei makes good on his promise to breed him; white come squirts and oozes out from where your boys are connected, dripping onto your hand to mix with Sae's release.

When Ryusei finally pulls out, cock still halfway hard and coated in creamy white, the thick semen begins to pour out of Sae's poor abused cunt, even as his hole flutters, trying to keep it inside. He collapses onto the bed, completely worn out, sticky and sated. Perfectly broken by pleasure. You press gentle kisses to his face, even as Sae drifts in and out of awareness. After a second of recovery, Ryusei joins you, moving Sae into a more comfortable position before laying down beside him and kissing along his back and shoulder blades. Sae, barely conscious at this point, hums at the attention, slipping into dreamland with the pleased the air of a spoiled cat after a good meal.

With you and Ryusei working together, it only takes a few minutes to get Sae's dozing body wiped clean and wrapped up in blankets. When he wakes up, no doubt he will want a bath, and he'll force you and Ryusei to do all the work of carrying him there and washing him. It'll be worth it, even if you'll tease him for his neediness. But for now, you lightly kiss where his lashes brush his pink cheeks, and let him rest.

When Ryusei's powerful arms wrap around your waist, tugging you towards the other end of the bed, you follow without protest. His cock is hard and hot where it presses against your lower back, and neither of you are quite done yet, so it can't hurt to have a little more fun. You'll rejoin Sae to snuggle and rest and smother him in attention soon enough. For now, you turn your head so Ryusei can lick over the bite mark on your neck, and let the pleasure wash over you.

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m1ckeyb3rry · 1 year ago

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hi mira can i pls req a sae x reader and it’s like falling in love with someone. like you know that feeling when you’re really getting to know someone and it sounds like a soft song

i love uu take care x

Synopsis: Thanks to a chance encounter on the beach, you spend your vacation trying to apologize to the famous soccer player you inadvertently offended. Unfortunately, Sae Itoshi has other plans.

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Pairing: Sae x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 11.6k

Content Warnings: love at first sight, fluff, humor, teasing as a love language, sae does not understand emotions or relationships but he’s rich asf, reader has a little brother and loves eating, meet-cutes, summer romance, SEAGULLS

A/N: although sae is a difficult character for me to get a hold of, i ended up having fun with this LMAO as i’m sure you can tell by the massive word count 😭 i hope he’s not horribly ooc or anything and that this is kind of what you were looking for anon!! tysm for requesting and ily too <3

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.

You tried to evaluate the series of choices you had made which had led to you lying atop a boy with green eyes and sand smeared across his cheeks, a blank expression on his face despite the way you were literally sprawled over him.

First: your family had decided to spend your summer vacation in Spain. This was innocuous and broad enough, considering how large the country was, so you concluded that your brother’s desire to practice his rudimentary Spanish in a more realistic setting than his high school classroom could not be blamed for your plight.

Second: your father had gotten a great deal on rooms in a luxury beachfront hotel. He was like a bloodhound when it came to haggling and discounts, so it wasn’t a surprise that you were staying in such a nice place for a relatively cheap price — and with a complimentary breakfast every morning, too! Anyways, the hotel had its own private pool that you could’ve been lounging around beside, so that probably wasn’t the cause, either.

Third: your mother had told you that the beach within walking distance of the hotel was famous for its smooth waters and pale sand. You had to visit at least once, according to her and every other travel guide written about the region, but since no one had wanted to go with you, you had decided to go alone, bringing a book, a bottle of sunscreen, and a blanket with you, throwing a dress on over your swimsuit and preparing yourself to spend the entire day soaking in the sun’s rays. This was definitely a contributor to your current predicament, although considering the miles of beach that stretched out in both directions as far as the eye could see where you could’ve been instead of right there, it wasn’t the sole factor.

Fourth: you had thought you would get hungry at some point and had had the foresight to bring a sandwich with you. That was definitely the reason. If only you hadn’t been so concerned with your stomach! If only you had just sucked it up and made the trek back to the hotel upon feeling peckish instead of being so lazy and planning ahead, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Can you get off of me?” the boy groaned.

“I am so sorry!” you said, scrambling to your feet and offering him your hand. He did not take it, standing on his own and doing his best to wipe the sand from his face. Then he shook his head like a dog, shaking out the grittiness from his soft hair. “I’m really sorry. I was just running so fast, and I was so worried about my sandwich that I didn’t notice you were there until it was too late!”

“Sandwich?” he said. A few paces away, a seagull landed, the remnants of your lunch held in its beak. You and the boy watched as it tilted its head back, swallowing the last few bites before cawing at you in satisfaction.

“You pig!” you shouted, pointing at it, the boy beside you temporarily forgotten as you fumed over the loss. It cocked its head at you. “That was mine!”

“Ah,” the boy said. “Your sandwich.”

The seagull hopped towards you, like it was teasing you or something, and you screeched before diving at it. Satisfied with the mischief it had caused and the food it had stolen, as well as with making a fool out of you, the seagull took wing, flying well out of reach and leaving you facedown on the ground, your stomach grumbling sadly and emptily.

A foot nudged against your rib cage. “Hey. Sandwich girl. You’re not concussed, are you?”

Being referred to as sandwich girl was so humiliating that you were instantly pushing yourself into a sitting position, folding your arms across your chest as you gazed up at the boy, who still wore that same unimpressed expression from when you had barreled into him.

“No,” you said.

“That’s great,” he said, though he did not sound particularly concerned nor relieved. “Mind elaborating a bit more on why you ran me over? You could’ve seriously injured me, and then you would’ve been in a bunch of trouble.”

“You would’ve been in a bunch of trouble,” you mocked, making your voice high and smarmy. “Jeez, what are you, some kind of celebrity or something? I ran you over because I was taking a break from reading my book, and I realized that I was hungry. Well, luckily, I had brought a sandwich along with me, so it wasn’t a huge deal. I was just about ready to dig in, when that fat pig of a bird swooped down and stole it right out of my hands! The gall! The shamelessness! It was definitely laughing at me, and I can’t stand anyone who laughs at me, so naturally I took off in pursuit, and, uh, that’s how I ended up crashing into you. Though you really should’ve been paying more attention, too. What’s so fascinating about the horizon that you just blocked out the rest of the world for it?”

“I like looking at the ocean,” he said. “But, wait. What do you mean, some kind of celebrity? Don’t you know who I am?”

You gave him a once-over. He was tall, though not impressively so, and definitely well-muscled. His hair was a warm shade, and his green eyes were framed with long eyelashes that fluttered every time he blinked. A pair of sunglasses was perched atop the crown of his head, and the top few buttons of his white shirt were undone, lending him a breezy appearance.

“You’re not handsome enough to be an actor, so that can’t be it,” you said, chewing on your lower lip in thought. “Plus, I’ve seen a bunch of movies, and I’m pretty sure you haven’t been in any of them, so if you were in the film industry, you’d be a D-lister at best, and there’s no way you’d want to flex that kind of status.”

He furrowed his brow, the first hint of a different expression than the one he had kept for the entirety of your very brief acquaintance. “What?”

“What else are people famous for?” you said. “Oh! Are you a singer or something? Were you in that one boy band from a few years ago? I’m sorry, I was too busy having a ‘not-like-other-girls’ phase when they were popular, so I never got into them. I’m over the phase now, if you were wondering, but that would be why I didn’t recognize you.”

“You are amazingly off the mark,” he said.

“I am? I’m kind of out of ideas at this point, though. Can I have a hint or something?” you said.

“Do you watch soccer?” he said. You made a face.

“Hell no,” you said. His eye twitched, so you hurried to elaborate. “My little brother is obsessed with it, so by law, I’m required to hate everything related to the sport. Do you have any siblings? You’d get it if you did.”

“Ask your brother about Sae Itoshi,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, drafting a text to your brother and sending it when you had deemed it to be a perfect blend of uninterested and cool while also underscoring the urgency of the request. “So, your name’s Sae Itoshi? I’m Y/N L/N! I’m not a celebrity, though. If you text anyone and ask them about me, they’ll probably be pretty confused.”

“Yeah, I got that impression,” he said. Your phone vibrated in your hand, and when you looked at the notification, you saw that it was from your brother.

uglier sibling: no shit i know about sae itoshi. he’s that one super talented midfielder on re al. he’s dad and i’s fav player atm.

You gulped, glancing up at Sae before returning to your phone.

me: lol wtf is re al.

uglier sibling: it’s madrid’s team lmfaooo dumbass how do you not know that

uglier sibling: actually wait why are u even asking lol

uglier sibling: did u meet him or something

me: funny story actually!

uglier sibling: WHAT

uglier sibling: y/n are u with sae itoshi rn.

uglier sibling: y/n answer pls

uglier sibling: can you at least get his autograph for me or smth???

Pretending like you were still texting your brother, you typed the name Sae Itoshi into your phone’s search engine. The photos that came up matched the boy in front of you, and the news articles made your heart pound. He actually was a celebrity, and furthermore, his earlier arrogance was deserved. If you had somehow injured such a famous player and put him out of commission for the season, then you really would’ve been done for. It hadn’t been an exaggerated sense of self-importance but an honest evaluation of himself.

“Ahem,” you said, feigning a cough to appear dignified and mature. “It seems like you are a pretty well-known soccer player, Mr. Itoshi.”

“It seems like I am,” he said.

“My brother and dad are big fans, apparently,” you said.

“Good thing you didn’t take me out permanently, then, or I’m sure they would’ve been pretty disappointed,” he said.

You cringed. “I’m sorry again.”

“Whatever. I won’t hold it against you; all’s well that ends well, after all,” he said.

“I feel really bad, though,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“You didn’t do anything, so there’s nothing to make up for,” he said.

“Not true! I knocked you over and said you’re not handsome!” you said. “I’d say that warrants some kind of recompense.”

“It’ll warrant more recompense if you keep saying it,” he said.

“You agree that you deserve payment, then? Great! Um…how about I…buy you lunch?” you said, the insistent pangs of your stomach reminding you that you still hadn’t eaten.

“Is food the only thing you can think about?” he said.

“For your information, it is not, but I haven’t eaten since the morning, so I’m hungry,” you said.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said. “It’s okay. I’m not interested, and just so you know, I’ve been asked out by plenty of girls, but by far, this has been the lamest attempt.”

You supposed, looking back, that it did seem like that was your end goal. But, of course, it had been nothing of the sort; you were just planning on going to eat yourself and thought that you might as well kill two birds with one stone. It was just your luck that he had twisted your words into such a request, though! How were you supposed to maneuver yourself out of this position? If you denied it furiously, then it would seem like you were just ashamed at getting caught, but if you didn’t say anything, then it would be akin to agreeing with his accusation.

There was only one way out of it, and even though you were usually opposed to lying, and even more opposed to bullying others, it was the only thing you could think of. So, bowing your head, you clasped your hands together in front of your heart.

“I’m sorry, but you’re not my type, Mr. Itoshi,” you said. “Like I said, you’re really not that handsome. Also, I’m into tall guys.”

That was how you found yourself sitting across from Sae Itoshi in a private booth at a fancy restaurant, your hands trembling as you read over the menu items and their associated prices.

“I’m in the mood for steak,” Sae said, stroking his chin and setting down his menu, interlacing his fingers and raising his eyebrows at you. “What about you?”

“Steak is a dinner item, don’t you think?” you said, your head spinning at the fact that he had picked the most expensive thing that was served at the entire establishment. “It’s lunchtime.”

“I’m an athlete,” he said seriously. “I need a lot of protein in all of my meals. Especially because I’m so short. It’s important for me to build muscle, don’t you agree? How else will I manage to compete with the taller, better-looking players?”

“Steak it is,” you said with a faux smile. “As for me, I’ll just get crackers.”

“Crackers? What kind of lunch is that?” he said.

“An affordable one,” you muttered under your breath.

“What?” he said.

“Nothing!” you said. “It’s nothing. I just really like crackers.”

He gave you an odd look. “Alright.”

You waved the waiter over. He had been hovering around your table for the past few minutes, and as soon as he saw you beckoning him, he sprinted to your side, fumbling with his pen and notepad before reaching you and bowing.

“Sae Itoshi, sir! I’m sorry to interrupt your date, but I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan of yours. If — if it’s not too much trouble, could I have your autograph?” he said.

Sae sighed, a long-suffering and irritable sigh. “Just take our order first. I’ll give it to you after we’ve eaten.”

“Oh, my apologies,” the waiter said. “What would you like?”

“I’ll have the steak, and I also want this sandwich, but omit the tomatoes, please,” he said, pointing at the menu items he wanted.

“Got it,” the waiter said. “What about you, miss?”

“Just the crackers,” you said. The waiter paused, but when you did not say anything more, he giggled nervously.

“Would you, uh, like some cheese with those?” he said.

“Nope,” you said. “I’m really the biggest fan of plain crackers. That’s all I want.”

“Sure, miss, if that’s what you’d like,” he said. “So, one steak, one sandwich, and a plate of crackers?”

“That’s right,” Sae said, hardly looking up from his phone when he did so. It was only once the waiter had run off to place your orders that he put the device away, resting his elbows against the table, setting his chin in his hands and giving you a bored look. “Why are you glaring at me?”

“Steak and a sandwich, really?” you said.

“A conversation with you was more than enough to increase my appetite,” he said. “Forget about that. This is the part where you ask me questions about myself and I pretend like I am interested enough to answer them.”

“Why would I do that?” you said, rolling your eyes at him. “Actually, I’m pretty sure your answer to that question will be something that makes me even more annoyed than I already am, so don’t bother. What’s your favorite movie?”

“You’re not going to ask me about soccer?” he said. “It’s Taxi Driver, by the way.”

“I don’t know that much about soccer, so what would I even ask? Based on what I’ve seen from the matches my brother and dad watch, it’s just a bunch of sweaty guys kicking around a ball and pretending like they’re dying whenever another player happens to look at them the wrong way,” you said. “Oh, actually, I am curious about that. How many of those injuries are real? Have you ever faked getting hurt?”

“Almost none of them,” he said. “Generally, players will overreact for the sake of entertainment and the possibility of the opposition receiving yellow cards. I’ve never needed to do anything like that, and I never want to, because it looks stupid. Also, soccer is more than that mediocre description you just gave me.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” you said. “Man kick ball. Ball go in net. Man happy. That’s the extent of it.”

“Women play soccer, too,” he said.

“It’s the same concept there, but with women instead of men. Not the argument you thought it was,” you said.

“I can’t believe you actually dislike soccer,” he said.

There was definitely some irony in the fact that you couldn’t care less about his chosen sport, and yet you were the one who had somehow finagled your way into eating with him — even if you were the one who was paying. There were so many people who’d do anything to be in your place, but to you, it was a begrudging chore that you were only performing because you felt obligated to. Mentally, you had already marked the entire encounter down as something that you’d laugh about to your friends later; a fun story you’d tell at parties, but little else.

“Like I told you earlier, I’m the older sister. If I didn’t rag on my brother’s interests, then I couldn’t claim that title in any way that mattered,” you said. Sae’s eyes flicked down to the ground.

“You should be nice to your brother when you can,” he said.

“Are you some kind of an only child or saint, then? There’s no way you’re saying that if you have a normal relationship with any possible siblings,” you said.

“I have a little brother,” he said. “Our relationship is okay. I haven’t seen him in a while, though.”

“Long distance?” you said, reaching over to pat him on the hand sympathetically. “That’s the worst. I miss my friends and my pets already, and I’m only here for vacation.”

He snatched his hand away. “You make it sound like we’re dating or something. It’s alright. I’m sure it’ll be the same as it was whenever I go back.”

“True, it’s not like he can dump you and find a new brother who’s both better and more conveniently located than you are. He’s kind of stuck with you forever,” you said.

“Enough about my brother,” he said. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“Okay,” you said. “What TV shows do you watch when you’re bored?”

The two of you continued on in that mindless manner until your food arrived. Your mood, which had steadily been rising as Sae proved himself to be, if nothing else, a willing conversationalist, rapidly plummeted as the waiter set the steak and sandwich in front of Sae and the crackers in front of you.

“Enjoy your meal,” the waiter said.

“I’m sure one of us will,” you said, picking up a cracker and biting into it rebelliously. Sae began to cut his steak into small pieces, using his fork to demurely place the meat on his tongue, doing nothing to disguise the indulgence of eating such a wonderfully prepared meal while you were stuck with crackers.

“What a shame,” Sae said when he was about halfway through his steak. You hadn’t spoken since the food had come, mostly because you were too busy fervently hoping that he would choke and you would somehow be awarded a free meal as an apology on the restaurant’s part, so you jumped at the sound of his voice cutting through the silence. “My eyes were bigger than my stomach. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat that sandwich after all.”

“We should send it back, then,” you said.

“What sort of place do you think this is?” he said. “It’s already been ordered, so it’s ours now.”

“Are you serious?” you said. “What now? I’ll have to pay for something that you didn’t even eat!”

“You’ll just have to have it,” he said.

“Me?” you said, already salivating at the delectable sandwich, the bread which was taunting you. Come, it seemed to be calling out to you. Eat me. You know you want to. “I guess that’s a sensible prospect. Someone’s going to have to take it.”

“Someone will,” he agreed, sliding the plate across the table and stealing a cracker for his troubles. “It might as well be you. My coach will be pretty upset if I get stomach cramps next season because I overate too much on my off time. I’d have to tell him that it was your fault, and then you’d have all of Re Al after you, and you don’t want that. They’re relentless.”

Your fingers inched towards the sandwich. “I definitely don’t. That sounds scary.”

“It would be amusing,” he said. “A waste of resources, though. They might cut my salary to make up for it. ”

“Then the only solution is for me to eat this sandwich,” you said.

“Essentially,” he said. You gave in, taking an enormous bite of the tantalizing sandwich and exhaling in delight. It really was as good as the exorbitant price tag claimed it would be, and although you would never buy such a thing for yourself, you found that you were a little more grateful for the series of events that had led you to be in this position now that your stomach was finally being greeted with something substantial.

“It’s good,” you said, your words muffled by the napkin you held in front of your mouth as you finished chewing. “I can kind of get why they charge so much now. It’s still way more than any sandwich should ever cost, ever, but…I kinda get it. Is your food good, too?”

“It is,” he said.

“Alright!” you said, giving him a double thumbs up. “Then you can consider this a worthy apology! Let’s finish eating and be done with the entire mess.”

“Hm? But how can it be a worthy apology when I’m the one who paid for everything? To me, that doesn’t sound like an apology at all,” he said. You froze, your mouth wide open, the sandwich still halfway to your mouth and drooping in your hands. Sae looked at you, still expressionless, though if you really focused, you would’ve noticed something like mirth dancing in his irises.

“What do you mean?” you said. He unlocked his phone and showed you his screen.

“You can pay by app here,” he said. “I did it as soon as we were done ordering. I was going to tell you after you ordered what you wanted for yourself, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so frugal that you’d really only order crackers!”

“But — but I was supposed to pay! To apologize for—”

“You don’t have to say it,” Sae said sourly, cutting you off. “Believe me, I remember exactly what you have to apologize for, and I’m not going to forget. I just paid this time because I was feeling generous, but you still owe me.”

It was a little suspicious, but you didn’t have any reason to accuse him of anything, so you only narrowed your eyes at him. Taking another bite of your sandwich, you mulled over the latest reveal. He was paying for the entire lunch? You still owed him? You could manipulate that in your favor, then.

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll pay for your breakfast,” you said. “The hotel I’m staying at has complimentary breakfast for guests, but outsiders can eat for a certain fee. I’ll pay for your entrance, and then we can be even.”

“Sure,” he said. “I eat breakfast early, though.”

“How early?” you said.

“I have a snack at 7:00 a.m., before I go for my morning run, and then I eat a proper meal afterwards,” he said.

“Oh!” you said. “Any chance you could not do that?”

“It’s part of my training regimen,” he said. “How about you pay for my food and come on my run with me?”

“I hate running,” you said.

“You’re apologizing. It’s supposed to be an agonizing process,” he said. “You’ve called me short and ugly at least three separate times already, not to mention the entire slamming into me ordeal. It’s really the least you can do.”

“7:00 it is,” you said, though you were fighting back tears at the mere thought of getting up so early while on vacation. “Give me your phone.”

“No way,” he said, holding the phone away from you while you tried to swipe at it. “What are you going to do, post something embarrassing on my social media accounts?”

“Why would I do that?” you said. “I was going to text myself so I had your number and could send you my location for tomorrow.”

“Or you could tell me which hotel you’re staying at now, and then my phone is entirely removed from the equation,” he suggested.

“Do you think I remember the name?” you said. “That’s a rhetorical question, by the way. I don’t.”

He handed you his phone with an aggravated huff. “Fine. Don’t abuse the privilege. I only give important people my contact information.”

“Woah, you really are stingy,” you said, scrolling through his contacts list. All of them either had the designation of work attached to their profiles, or they were clearly members of Sae’s family.

Clicking on the plus sign in the corner, you created a new contact for yourself, typing in your number and giving yourself the name Y/N L/N — sandwich. It fit the naming conventions he had going on, and if it weren’t for the reminder that you were the so-called ‘sandwich girl’, you doubted he would remember who you were in the first place.

“Of course I am. Imagine I gave every crazy fan I met my number. I’d have a million stalkers before you could say Re Al,”he said.

“I’m not a crazy fan. To clarify, I’m not a fan in the first place,” you said, texting yourself from his number before taking out your own phone and responding to the message with a thumbs up.

“Correct, which is why you get my number,” he said.

“I feel so honored,” you said dryly. “Actually, you know what? I would feel honored, if it weren’t for the fact that you’re only giving it to me because you want to wake me up at an unholy hour and make me run with you before paying for your breakfast.”

“Would you rather pay for this meal?” he said, showing you the receipt he had been emailed. Your eyes widened, and then you shook your head rapidly.

“Nope! See you tomorrow!”

The next morning, you tiptoed around the hotel room as you got ready, trying your best not to wake your mother up. She, and the rest of your family, had been up late last night, going out for dinner and dessert well past your bedtime. Far too embarrassed to tell them the realreason you were going to sleep early, you had said you were sick and went to bed as soon as the sun set.

Angrily gnawing on a granola bar from your mother’s emergency stash, you stomped down the spiraling hotel staircase, your eyes still bleary as you texted your family group chat that you were going out for a morning walk but would be back for breakfast.

Sae Itoshi was waiting for you in the lobby, doing some weird stretching routine that involved pressing his foot against the wall and leaning over it. You watched him, bemused, wondering which muscles he was trying to stretch before giving up and deciding it was probably one of those pro moves that you were too uninterested and unathletic for.

“Oh, you’re here,” he said. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you said, giving him another one of the granola bars you had taken from your mother’s backpack. “Sorry, it’s sort of smushed. It’s been in a backpack for the last few days.”

He pinched the wrapper between his forefinger and thumb, looking at the granola bar with a disgusted expression. You didn’t think it was thategregious, but according to Sae, it must have been all but an offense against humanity, as he tossed it into the trash can within seconds of having it within his grasp.

“I already ate my snack,” he said.

“Why did you throw that away? I could’ve eaten it!” you said.

“That thing had probably melted and reformed at least twice. It was most definitely radioactive. I did you a favor, so you should say thank you,” he said.

“Thank you, Mr. Itoshi, for protecting me from the horrors of a slightly misshapen granola bar. I’m sure that, by throwing away that still edible brick of deliciousness, you have done me a great service. Possibly, you have even saved my life. I am eternally grateful,” you said.

He snorted. “You’re terrible at groveling. No wonder you have to do all of this ridiculous stuff to apologize to me instead of just saying sorry and moving on like a normal person.”

“Look, it’s a product of my upbringing,” you said. He finished stretching and headed out of the door; you followed after him with a smile at the hotel concierge, who seemed surprised to watch you go — whether it was the hour or your company, you weren’t sure. “Whenever my parents did something to upset me, they never apologized. They just came to my room with a bowl of fruit they had cut for me.”

“At least you got fruit,” he said. “My parents just told me to go practice soccer until I had cooled off.”

“Wow, really? That’s hardcore,” you said. Sae began to jog, and you did the same, though it was closer to a run for you than anything. “Did you just kick around the ball until you were less mad?”

“Pretty much,” he said.

“How horrible,” you said.

“Eh, it’s fine. It was a good way to get my anger out, and it had the added benefit of making me better at the sport, so it was pretty constructive overall,” he said.

“I still can’t imagine it,” you said, shaking your head. “What’s it like, being a professional athlete? Your entire life revolves around a game. What about when you can’t play anymore? When you’re too old, or if you get injured?”

His upper lip curled. “Do you want that to happen or something? Why are you speaking it into existence?”

“Not the injury part, but everyone grows old. You can’t stop that,” you said.

“I’ll play for as long as I can, and then I’ll coach for longer,” he said. “After that, I’ll retire and make sure my kids follow in my footsteps. Athletes make a lot of money, so I luckily won’t ever have to worry much about my finances.”

“What if your kids don’t want to play soccer?” you said. He actually sneered this time, the expression at home on his cold face.

“What else would they do with themselves? If they don’t want to play soccer, or if they have no talent at it, then they’re definitely not my children in the first place,” he said.

“Hm, maybe cooking? What if they want to be a chef?” you said.

“Then I’d wonder how your kids snuck into my house,” he said. You gasped, though it was as much for breath as it was out of offense.

“Stop it! You just happened to catch me at a hungry time!” you said.

“Sure,” he said.

“Just entertain the hypothetical that you really did somehow father children that were into cooking instead of soccer. How would you react?” you said.

“I would put them up for adoption,” he said.

“Seriously?” you said.

“No, obviously not,” he said. “What kind of person do you think I am? Why did you actually find that to be within the realm of possibility?”

“I think you’re some kind of soccer fiend. Who knows how dedicated you are to the cause?” you said.

“Not that dedicated,” he said. “I’d be disappointed if my kids can’t play soccer, and our relationship would probably be a bit distant, as I don’t know much about anything else, but I wouldn’t disown them.”

“You don’t know much about anything besides soccer? That’s a little sad,” you said.

“Kind of,” he said.

“Do you wish you knew about other things?” you said.

“Everyone has something they specialize in. It’s not uncommon for someone to know a lot about one thing and only a little about others,” he said. “My ‘thing’ is soccer. If it wasn’t that, then it’d be something else, so if I was in the business of wishing, I’d always be unsatisfied.”

You were already panting for breath when Sae picked up the pace, though he had not so much as broken a sweat yet. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in your obvious struggles, and then he made the decision to not slow down at all.

“I get it,” you said. “You’ll face no judgment from me.”

“Like I would care if you did judge me,” he said. “You’re already dying, and we haven’t even started running yet.”

“This isn’t running?” you said. “What the hell? How much faster can you even go?”

“If you think that this is anywhere near the pace of an average soccer match, then I don’t even know where to begin with you,” he said.

“You look slower on TV!”

“What, so you think I’m slow, too?”

You and Sae returned to the hotel in markedly different conditions. He wasn’t even warm, still appearing to be perfectly put together and entirely perspiration-free, smelling faintly like body soap and cologne. On the other hand, you were still trying to regain your wits about you, leaning on his shoulder so that you did not fall over from exhaustion.

“This is embarrassing for you,” he informed you as you walked towards the breakfast area.

“You’re a professional athlete and I’m a normal girl! It would be embarrassing for you if I could keep up!” you argued weakly.

“That would be true, if I wasn’t going easy on you,” he said, pulling out a chair for you and helping you into it, brushing his arm off when he was sure you were seated. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. Be right back.”

“Have fun,” you said, resting your head in your hands, already knowing what you wanted to get. “We can walk through the buffet together. I’ll take the time to recover.”

“You do that,” he said.

While he was gone, you opened your phone, catching up on all of the texts in the family group chat that you hadn’t been able to read while you were attempting to run with Sae.

me: going for a morning walk but i’ll be back for breakfast

me: just wanted to let you all know so you weren’t worried!

uglier sibling: yeah nobody was worried LMFAO

mom: Hope you’re feeling better, honey!

dad: Make sure you’re back before 10. That’s when the complimentary breakfast ends, and we’re not paying for overpriced toast with jam.

uglier sibling: i still can’t believe u went for a morning walk

uglier sibling: like

uglier sibling: since when do u voluntarily wake up in the mornings at all let alone leave ur bed LET ALONE TAKE A WALK

uglier sibling: bitches will meet sae itoshi one time and suddenly they’re fitness influencers or wtvr

uglier sibling: btw i’m still mad that u didn’t get his autograph or a photo with him or anything

uglier sibling: i bet u made it up

uglier sibling: LIAR. FRAUD. HACK.

mom: Honey, leave your sister alone. Why would she make something like that up?

dad: Your mother is right. Y/N doesn’t even know who Sae Itoshi is.

So it was a typical conversation, then. You hadn’t missed much; just your brother being salty and your parents showing some care for your well-being, as well as your father worrying for his wallet like he was prone to do. You didn’t even bother responding, just liking your father’s two messages and then putting your phone away.

“Y/N, you’re back already? What good timing!” your father called out to you from the entrance to the hotel restaurant. The world slowed as you turned to see the rest of your family walking into the restaurant, dressed in their typical touristy outfits. Your mother waved at you, and your brother faked gagging.

“Wow, you look like shit,” he said. “The fuck kinda morning walk were you on?”

“Gross, it’s you,” you said. “Go away! I’m busy.”

“You don’t even have any food with you,” he pointed out. “Can I sit with you? The parents are way too chipper in the mornings.”

“No!” you said.

“But there’s an empty seat at your table. Are you saving it for someone?” he said.

“Yes,” you said, wishing that for once they would’ve all slept in instead of getting here at the exact time that you and Sae had.

“No, you’re not,” he said.

“Come on, you two, let’s sit together and have a family breakfast!” your father said, motioning you and your brother over from where he and your mother had settled at a four-person table. Your brother gave you a pleading look.

“I’ll owe you forever,” he said. “I’ll grind on all of your video games for you the entire plane ride home!”

“I’m not lying, dude, I actually am sitting with someone. Now fuck off and leave me alone!” you hissed.

“Who?” he said, crossing his arms. “Your imaginary friend? Or your imaginary boyfriend!”

“Excuse me? Sorry, I was sitting there. Do you mind—?”

The most comical expression you had ever seen flashed over your brother’s face just then. It was horror mixed with incredulity mixed with extreme confusion. He turned slowly, his jaw dropping as he made eye contact with Sae Itoshi, whose dry countenance and perfect posture were as off-putting as ever.

“What?” your brother said. “What is going on?”

Sae sat opposite you. “This hotel has the most confusing first floor layout I’ve ever encountered. It took me ages just to find the bathroom.”

“There’s signs. Can you not read?” you said. He stared at you dully.

“I can read. I just happened not to look up at them,” he said.

“If I didn’t want to pay for even more food, I’d make another short joke, but I shall refrain,” you said.

“That was cutting it close,” he said.

“Y/N. My beautiful, amazing, wonderful older sister,” your brother said.

“Yes?” you said, preparing yourself for the incoming explosion. “Also, that’s not what you were calling me in the group chat earlier, was it?”

“Is that Sae Itoshi?” he said.

“Liar, fraud, hack, was that what it was?” you said. “Run along, loser. Maybe if you were nicer to me, I’d let you sit with us.”

Your brother opened his mouth to argue, but then, like he had remembered he was standing in front of his idol, he hung his head and trudged off, scuffing his toes against the floor as he did and giving you a betrayed look over his shoulder.

“That’s your little brother?” Sae said.

“Yup,” you said. “Your self-proclaimed biggest fan.”

“And you made him go sit with your parents instead of talking to me? You’re super mean, big sister,” Sae said.

“He wouldn’t shut up if I let him stay here, and considering the goal of this is for you to eat and then leave me alone for the rest of my vacation, that would not be conducive,” you said.

“I see,” he said. “I didn’t realize that was the goal.”

“Isn’t it yours, as well? I’m sure you’d like to enjoy yourself on your time off from soccer,” you said.

“Who says I’m not enjoying myself?” he said. You furrowed your brow at him.

“You’ve had the same expression on your face every time we’ve spoken,” you pointed out, lowering your eyelids and pursing your lips in an imitation of his resting mien. “Like this. It’s totally amphibious.”

“Amphibious?” he repeated. “What does that even mean?”

“You don’t know what amphibious means? Man, when you said you only focused on soccer, I didn’t think it was this bad!” you said.

“I know what amphibious means! I just don’t see how the word applies,” he said.

“Oh, right. Well, you kind of look like the frog emoji,” you said. “Sorry, I could’ve been clearer. That’s my bad.”

“Were you dropped on the head as a baby? I’m asking this from a place of concern, not anger,” Sae said. “It’s because you say so many nonsensical things. After all, I look nothing like the frog emoji.”

“Sure, and people tell me I look like a famous actress,” you said.

“Really?” he said.

“No, I thought we were both saying things that aren’t true,” you said.

“I think you look like a famous actress,” he said. “There. Now we’re both saying things that are true.”

“Well done, Mr. Itoshi! That was clever,” you said, knowing when to concede.

“Thank you,” he said. “Let’s go get our food now. If you die of starvation on my watch, it’ll be a major scandal for Re Al.”

“Your manager must love you,” you said. “So conscientious of your public image.”

“Nope, he’s usually pretty pissed at me,” he said as the two of you got in the buffet line.

“What for?” you said.

“Contrary to what you think, I’m pretty unconcerned with my public image. I’m a soccer player, not some kind of philanthropist or actor or whatever,” he said. “What does it matter if I offend people? My value is in playing well, not being friendly or kind.”

“No one ever accused you of being either of those two,” you said, spreading butter and jam over your toast. “You’re not that bad, though.”

“You’re not that bad, either,” he said. “At least, you’re better company than my manager.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” you said. He scoffed.

“You have low standards,” he said.

“Yours are lower,” you said.

“Very mature response.”

“Thanks!”

Sae was a pretty agreeable breakfast partner. He wasn’t as impossibly cheerful as your parents, who generally drove you crazy with their talkativeness so early in the day, but he also wasn’t as silent and closed off as your brother, who was prone to snapping at others until he had finished at least half of his meal. As with lunch yesterday, it was almost an enjoyable experience, right up until you remembered whose card he was eating on.

“Where are you going?” he said when your plates had been cleared and you had pushed yourself to your feet. He followed after you as you made your way to the hostess’s station, ignoring the whispers that echoed behind the two of you.

“To pay for you to be here, duh,” you said, fishing around in your purse for your wallet. “I know you’re famous and all, but that doesn’t mean you get to eat for free. In fact, that was kind of the point of the meal.”

“I already paid for myself, so you can go and sit back down with your family if you’d like,” he said.

“What? When?” you said.

“I wouldn’t spend that long in a bathroom,” he said. “Not a public one.”

“You little—! Now what?” you said.

“Now you have to see me tomorrow,” he said. “Bye. I’ll pick you up for dinner, so make sure to wear something nice, and bring your credit card. It’s your treat.”

He walked off with a jaunty wave, leaving you standing there, confounded by the development. He had paid for himself again? What was the point of making you take him places if he was just going to cough up the cash himself anyways?

“Psst. Y/N,” your brother said. You weren’t sure when or where he had appeared, but it remained that he was suddenly tapping you on the shoulder and whispering in your ear. “Does Sae Itoshi have a crush on you? If so, please ask if he can get tickets for dad and I to attend his next game.”

“What?” you said, a shockwave running through your entire body at the mere thought of Sae having a crush on you. It was so juvenile and cliched as to be out of Sae’s character entirely. “No! I just owe him.”

“For what?” your brother said.

“I ran into him, called him ugly, and said that he was short,” you said. “Indirectly, of course, but it still happened. I was supposed to buy him lunch yesterday as an apology, but then he ended up paying for us both, and then today, I went on a run with him, and I was going to pay for him to have breakfast here, but guess what?”

“He paid for himself?” your brother said.

“He paid for — yeah, how did you know?” you said.

“There weren’t that many ways the story could’ve gone. Also, I overheard you guys talking,” he said.

“Creep,” you said.

“Weirdo,” he said.

“Freak,” you said.

“Stupid,” he said. “I bet he has a crush on you.”

“Why would he? We have zero common interests, and I’ve mostly only insulted him in our very short time knowing one another,” you said.

“Maybe he’s into that. Some guys are. My one friend is — actually, I’m not exposing him like that,” he said.

“Thank you, because I really didn’t want to know,” you said.

“Anyways, where I was going with that is some guys like girls who humble them a bit. Especially someone like Sae Itoshi; he’s probably so used to people falling all over themselves to get his attention that it’s nice for him to hang out with someone who’s too oblivious to care about that kind of stuff,” he said.

“People like you?” you said. “I told him you were his biggest fan, just so you know.”

“Why would you do that?” your brother said, his eyes bugging out and his mouth forming a pained grimace. “He probably thinks I’m a nerd now!”

“You do it to yourself, buddy,” you said. “Let’s go. It looks like the parents want us to go sit with them. Think you can handle it?”

“After learning that my hero has a crush on my sister and, furthermore, probably thinks of me as some kind of dweeb, I can handle anything,” he said.

The entire day, you pondered your brother’s words. Did Sae have a crush on you? Running through his actions and every conversation you both had ever had led you to think that he did not. It didn’t seem like he liked you very much in even a platonic sense, so how could anyone begin to think he liked you romantically? It was just tolerance for the sake of his pride, that was all.

And you definitely didn’t like him. He was emotionless and conceited and teased you far too often. What did it matter that he was somewhat attractive? He had a terrible personality, and you bet that if more of his fans knew what he was like, he wouldn’t have any to begin with.

No wonder Sae’s manager hated him. He was probably a jerk to his poor employees, too.

“We’re thinking of going here for dinner tonight,” your father said the next day. “Look, their reviews are pretty high, and their prices aren’t crazy. What does everyone think?”

“I’m fine with anything,” your mother said.

“Same here,” your brother said.

“Y/N?” your father said. You were about to respond when your own phone buzzed. You knew exactly who it was texting you, and you sighed as you opened it.

sae itoshi (dumb haircut): I will be there in one hour.

sae itoshi (dumb haircut): You better not have forgotten about our plans for tonight.

sae itoshi (dumb haircut): I made a reservation, so I’ll really be mad if you stand me up.

sae itoshi (dumb haircut): Especially because you’re paying.

me: I WILL BE THERE OMFG STOP TEXTING ME

sae itoshi (dumb haircut): Okay.

“I can’t,” you said.

“Why not? Are you on some new diet or something? They should have vegetarian options, so that won’t be a problem,” your father said. “We can look at their menu beforehand if you prefer, and if you really don’t like anything, then we can find somewhere else.”

“I already have plans,” you said, your lower lip jutting out childishly. “Not that I want to! But I made a promise.”

“You already have plans? What’s that supposed to mean?” your mother said.

“I’m having dinner with someone,” you said.

“Ooh, how exciting! With who?” she said.

“I bet I can guess!” your brother sang.

“Enough out of you!” you said, kicking him in the back of the leg. He doubled over, though that did not stop him from smirking at you.

“Y/N and Sae, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” he said.

“You’re going out with Sae Itoshi?” your father said. “You should’ve just said so! That’s perfectly alright, honey. Actually, he’s the one man I’m not upset about you dating!”

“We are not dating!” you said. “It’s a more transactional relationship than that. No feelings involved. It’s just me apologizing to him.”

“Are you close enough to him to get an autograph for your brother and I?” your dad said.

“Um.” You thought about it. Would Sae give you an autograph for them? You weren’t sure. There was a chance he would, but there was also a high chance he would not. “I dunno. I can ask.”

“You’ll ask for dad, but not for me? Wow, I see how it is,” your brother said.

“Yeah, because you’re annoying!” you said. “Ugh. I have to get ready now. He’ll be here to get me in an hour. Have fun at dinner, all of you. Keep me in your thoughts and prayers.”

“You have fun as well,” your mother said. “Make sure not to bring any money with you. Gentlemen should always pay on the first date.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that,” you said, giving up on explaining things to your family for the sake of your sanity.

Sae was aggressively punctual. Exactly an hour after he had texted you, a shiny black car was pulling up in the valet lane, and a tall, bald man in a suit was opening the door for you. You climbed in awkwardly, finding Sae to be sitting on the other side, gazing out of the window pensively.

“Hello,” you said, smoothing your dress and buckling your seatbelt. “You have a driver?”

“Of course I do,” he said. “I usually walk places when I’m on vacation, but this restaurant is kind of far, so I thought it’d be more prudent to have the driver take us.”

“I see,” you said. “Thank you, driver, sir.”

The driver hummed in acknowledgement but did not say anything else. You supposed he probably wasn’t used to talking with his passengers; you doubted Sae ever spoke to him much.

“It’s been so hot out recently,” Sae said stiffly.

“That’s what happens during the summer, yes,” you said.

“That’s true,” he said.

“You’re right, though,” you said. “It has been hot.”

“Super hot,” he said.

“Yes,” you said. “Super hot.”

That must’ve been why there was a slight redness to his cheeks. There was definitely no other reason. And there wasn’t any other reason for why you felt uncomfortably warm, shifting in your seat to dissipate the feeling in your stomach. It was the temperature. That was all.

Given the trend, you really should have anticipated it when Sae paid for your dinner while you were freshening up in the bathroom, but you really had not seen it coming in the slightest. He scrunched up his face when you argued, simply telling you that he would see you tomorrow before dropping you back off at your hotel, the receipt in your hand, his flourishing signature scrawled across the back.

“For your brother,” he had said, handing it to you before you could even ask him for his autograph. “You said he was a fan, right? I’ll get him a better one later, but for now, this should do.”

You spent every day of the rest of that vacation with Sae Itoshi. Some days, you would accompany him on a morning walk — he had softened to slowing his pace, so that he was only barely jogging instead of the full on run that he had forced you into that first time — and on others, the two of you would have some meal or another together. The common theme was that, if there was money involved, he would take care of it. Without question, without hesitation, he always slapped your hand back and pulled out his own credit card, telling you that now you both had to meet again, and the next time you really would be the one paying, or else he’d never be able to forgive you for your terrible behavior.

Your parents and brother complained about it at first, as your new friendship with Sae — could it be considered a friendship, or was it something else? — meant you did not see them much on what was supposed to be a family vacation.

You brought it up with Sae, and he responded with something about how it wouldn’t have been a problem at all if you weren’t such a freeloader and actually paid for him, like you were supposed to. This resulted in a lighthearted squabble between you both, which in turn made you forget your family’s whining, and as well you should have. You could take a million more vacations with them, but you’d likely never get a chance to hang out with Sae Itoshi again, so why wouldn’t you take advantage of it when you could?

Sae didn’t forget, though. He sent you back from dinner the next evening with a soccer ball he had won in one of his games, his signature and a note of gratitude scribbled on it in black marker.

Thank you for letting me borrow your daughter and sister from you while you’re on your trip. I really appreciate it, even if she doesn’t know anything about soccer. — Sae Itoshi

They stopped complaining after that. The ball became your brother’s most prized possession, and every day, your father would tell you how happy he was that you had made such a considerate friend.

“And you know, if you ever want to date him,” he’d say, elbowing you in the side with an obnoxious wink. “We wouldn’t be opposed!”

Your mother was in the same boat. “He really cares about you, I think. Enough that he gave your family something so precious just because he thought we didn’t like him. You could do a lot worse than that.”

“Plus, he’s rich and famous!” your brother would chime in without fail. “Double win!”

“You guys are all nuts,” you’d tell them, shaking your head to disguise how pleased the thought of dating Sae made you.

It could never happen. Like your brother was so happy to remind you, he was rich and famous, an athlete that was adored worldwide and played for the best soccer club in history. He could have any girl he wanted, so why would he ever choose you? You and he were from two different planes of existence. Maybe you could pretend for a little bit that you weren’t, but the date for your eventual departure from Spain was drawing closer and closer, and that day meant the certain end of the fever dream that was your closeness with Sae.

You had been prepared from the start for it to finish in this way. You would go home and tell all of your friends about your trip, how you had spent almost every day with the famous soccer player Sae Itoshi, how he had given you his phone number and made you go on runs with him, how together, you and him had eaten lunch and dinner and breakfast and several meals that you were convinced he had just made up to have an excuse to buy food for the two of you — brunch, linner, midnight snacks and third desserts.

There were other things that you wouldn’t tell them, too, things that Sae had not necessarily said to you in confidence but which you sensed were held close to his heart and which you would therefore hold close to yours. His little brother was named Rin, and they had the same eyes, though Rin’s were quicker to water and perpetually had hair falling into them. He still watched the same shows he used to when he was very small, because they reminded him of his parents’ home. He thought that a person’s athletic potential could be determined by the shape of their butt, but he tended to avoid looking as a form of respect for others.

“That’s a pretty cool skill, Sae! What do you think my athletic potential is?” you had asked when he had revealed that last fact.

“If it’s possible for a person to have negative potential, then that’s about what yours is. If it’s not, then you’re definitely at a zero,” he had responded.

“You didn’t even look,” you had said, shoving a French fry into his mouth as punishment. He hated French fries for how unhealthy they were, and you had half-expected him to lecture you about fats and oils and salts, but instead, he had dutifully chewed and swallowed without any theatrics.

“Don’t need to, and don’t plan to,” he had said, and that was that. “I’ve already seen you run, and that told me all I needed to know about your athletic skills. Or, in this case, your lack thereof.”

If you took his words at face value, then you would’ve thought he truly hated you. He never missed a chance to make fun of you, and you were the same way — certainly, anyone who overheard your conversations would’ve been convinced that you and he were bitter enemies. But that was because they didn’t see the way he always positioned himself on the sidewalk so that he was between you and the oncoming traffic. They didn’t see the way he’d pull out your chair and only pretend to frown when you’d thank him for it. They didn’t see the way his ears would turn pink if you dared to smile in his direction or, heaven forbid, agreed with what he was saying instead of arguing, as was your go-to.

No, you were pretty confident that Sae Itoshi did not hate you. It was just that soccer was his thing and all other areas were beyond him, areas which included such fields as emotional awareness and sensitivity.

Maybe you might tell the friends you were particularly close to about that. Sae Itoshi treated me pretty well, you’d say, with grand, sweeping hand motions to emphasize the point. As well as he knew how to, which was well enough for me. If I ever get a boyfriend, they’ll have a lot to live up to. Seems kind of unfair to whatever poor schmuck gets stuck with the task, don’t you think? Considering the two of us never even dated…

“I'm going home tomorrow morning,” you said. The sun was setting, and the two of you were walking along the same stretch of beach that you had first met at. “I finished packing all of my things before dinner. It’s surreal, almost. I feel like an entirely different person now, compared to when I came here.”

“Is that so?” he said, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. “I wonder why.”

“Did you just smile?” you said. Immediately, he scowled.

“No way,” he said. “I’d never smile because of something you said.”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, you definitely smiled. I made you smile! I made you smile! I made you smile!” you said, poking him in the cheek repeatedly. Sae’s expressions were so subtle that it was easy to overlook them before they had vanished, but there was no overlooking what you had just seen. He had definitely smiled at you, or at least he had been about to.

“Stop poking me,” he grumbled.

“No,” you said, poking him again. “Only if you smile again.”

“Hell no,” he said. You poked his cheek again. “Y/N. Stop it.”

“Will you miss me?” you said.

“Not if you don’t quit that!” he said, grabbing your wrist when you prepared to poke him again. Heat rose to your cheeks at the way his thumb rested against your pulse, and when he realized he was holding your hand so familiarly, his own cheeks flushed. “No. I won’t.”

“I’ll miss you,” you said, digging your feet into the sand, turning out to the sea because you couldn’t stand to look at him when you were being so vulnerable. “I’ll tell everyone I know about you, of course, but it won’t be the same. Something funny will happen, and I’ll think to myself, oh, Sae would’ve snorted at that — but not laughed, because you don’t laugh. Or I’ll order shitty French fries, and it’ll remind me of how much you’d scold me for eating them. You’d say something like, those are basically heart attacks in a box, and then you’d pour a bottle of salted kombucha down my throat to cleanse my system.”

Somewhere in the distance, a seagull squawked, reminding you of the fateful encounter from so long ago. You wished you could go back and get to know Sae all over again. You wished you could ask him the same questions and not know the answers, so that you were surprised when he told them to you. You wished you could argue with him for a little bit longer. You wished that, one more time, you could imply he was short and ugly and slow and a thousand other rude adjectives, even if he was really none of those things, none of them at all.

“I’m going to ask you one last question, okay?” you said. “Please think over your answer carefully. It’s important.”

“Okay,” he said, uncharacteristically gently. “I’ll really consider it well.”

“What’s your favorite animal?” you said.

“Seagulls,” he said immediately, directly contradicting his solemn oath. You laughed at this, burying your face in your hands to hide the hitch in your throat.

“You traitor,” you said. “You know all about the feud between seagulls and I, and yet you’re still claiming they’re your favorites?”

“They always have been,” he said. “I like migratory birds, how they don’t stay in one place but are always moving around. It must be such a blissful life.”

“But it’s probably pretty lonely, too,” you said. “They don’t have anywhere to call home.”

“I like lonely things,” he said. “That’s why the end of the summer is my favorite season.”

“Hm,” you said. “Then, if I tell you that I’ll be lonely once I leave here, will you like me, too?”

He looked at you, but you stared resolutely ahead, your gaze trained on the horizon, the way his had been on the day you had run into him. It was such a kiddish question, and internally, you were beating yourself up for asking it, but deep down, you wanted to know, so you did not move to retract it.

“Well, I like seagulls for a different reason now,” he said.

So that was your answer, then. The waves crashed against the shore, and a balmy wind blew through your hair and clothes, carrying the light scent of Sae’s cologne to your nose, the same one he had worn for as long as you could remember.

“I understand,” you said.

“These days, it’s a specific seagull I’m fond of, actually,” he said.

“Huh? Like a breed or something?” you said.

“No, just one bird in particular,” he said. “It did me a really huge favor recently.”

“What are you talking about? You always say that you suspect I was dropped on the head as a baby, but between the two of us, I think the one that was dropped was you,” you said, the fraying ends of your rejected feelings driving you to irascibility.

“A while ago, I was standing on the beach, feeling pretty annoyed with the world — as usual,” he said. “I had had to run from the paparazzi in order to go on this vacation without being bothered, you know, and I honestly was starting to question if I’d ever be seen as a normal person. I get that the only thing I’m good at is soccer, but it’s pretty tiring to be thought of as a guy who kicks balls around and nothing more.”

Unbidden, you inhaled sharply, because the story was starting to sound familiar. Spinning on your heel, you were met with the sight of Sae smiling shyly, peering down at you through his unfairly long eyelashes.

“That seagull must’ve known how I was feeling. There’s no other explanation for it all. It must’ve known how I was feeling, and somehow, it managed to find the one person in the entire world that saw me as something other than that. Do you know what it did next? It stole that person’s sandwich, and it led her right to me,” he said.

“Are you talking about me?” you said.

“How many people do you think have called me a short, ugly, D-list celebrity instead of asking for my autograph upon meeting me?” he said.

“Probably not very many,” you said. He chuckled.

“Probably not any,” he said. You rested your forehead against his shoulder.

“Probably not,” you said. He stroked your hair, though his motions were like a marionette’s — he was not very used to this type of relationship, after all. But he was trying his best, and you found that to be far more endearing than any suave gestures might’ve been.

“I know you have to go soon, so I was planning on not saying anything,” he said. “What would be the point? I figured this was just a summer fling for you. But then you had to go and be all sentimental, and I had to say something.”

“I’m glad you did,” you said. “It would’ve been worse if I had returned home without knowing at all. Where do we go from here, though?”

“Where do we go from here? Let me think. Well, I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend,” he said. “And you’ll say yes, because who would ever reject me? Then we’ll talk on the phone every day, and you can send me photos of things you find funny, and I’ll have a sixth sense for when you’re eating French fries and I’ll send you strongly worded texts in reprimand. You’ll fly over to watch my matches whenever possible, and when I’m on my next break, I’ll come visit you and meet your family and friends properly.”

“Getting a little presumptuous, aren’t we? What if I say no?” you said.

“Will you?” he said.

“Not sure. How about you ask and find out?” you said.

“If you’re going to say no, then I don’t want to,” he said. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“I can’t be with a man who’s afraid of rejection. It was nice knowing you, Sae,” you said. “See you around. Hope you lose the Champions League.”

“Wait! I’m not afraid of rejection,” he said. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? Officially, I mean.”

“Yes, of course,” you said. “But you’re going to have to buy my plane tickets if you want me to watch you. Even with frequent flier miles, I doubt I can afford coming to see you that often.”

“Consider it done,” he said. You grinned at him.

“You know, if you’re my boyfriend, then you’re going to have to keep paying for our dates, as well. My mother said that’s the gentlemanly thing for you to do,” you said.

“Right, I was expecting that,” he said. “Don’t you think there’s a reason why I haven’t let you buy anything yet?”

“Then how am I ever supposed to apologize to you for the circumstances of our first meeting? I mean, I was pretty harsh,” you said.

“That’s true,” he said. “Let me think.”

“Mhm,” you said. “I know that that’s out of your comfort zone, so I’ll give you a minute.”

“I have an idea,” he said, though it was accompanied by a slight glare at your jab.

“What is it?” you said.

“Close your eyes,” he said. You obliged, squeezing them shut, though not without widening your feet into the defensive stance he had demonstrated to you on the day he had attempted to teach you basic soccer skills.

“What are you going to do, tackle me or something? I’m using the position you taught me, but please be gentle, you’re way more muscular than—!”

You were cut off by him pressing his lips to yours. It was a soft kiss, gentle and light, like feathers in the air or water against the sand, and he pulled away before you could really react or reciprocate. He had left you wanting, and you knew he knew that, because there was a smugness to his voice when he spoke next.

“Apology accepted,” he said as you blinked at him in shock, your mind still lagging well behind your body. “Now we’re even.”

“Hold on,” you said. “I’m suddenly feeling very repentant and remorseful. Are you quite sure you forgive me with just that?”

He laughed. It was such a lovely sound, his laugh, and you would’ve told him so if you weren’t afraid that he’d stop when you pointed it out.

“Maybe not,” he said. “You might have to apologize a bit more.”

“That sounds doable,” you said. “Yeah, I might be able to work that in. It’ll be agonizing, but a wise man once told me that that’s just the nature of apologizing, so it’s the least I can do, right?”

“Oh, shut up,” he said, holding your face in his hands and leaning in. You did the same, your eyes closing all on their own as you sought out the connection he had deprived you of earlier.

As the sun set over the horizon and the seagulls settled in for the night, he kissed you again.

#sae x reader #sae x you #sae x y/n #itoshi sae #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock #reader insert #modern au #m1ckeyb3rry milestone #m1ckeyb3rry writes

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mirrology · 4 months ago

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NESH ❛ ❁. ━━ ( adj.) sensitive to the cold.

❛ ⟡. blue lock, itoshi brothers & male reader. platonic. wc: 814

❛ ⟡ ━━ I was craving platonic bllk content and i already finished all of the fics that are available, so once again i have to do it myself ( T∀T) ,, ivan inspired reader , no mentions of pronouns but was written with male reader in mind ,, he was isekai'd to the bllk world , set when rin and sae didn't "hate" eachother ,, reader is the youngest itoshi , reader has a hard time with emotions and smiling. he loves his big brothers though :)

❝ Take off my high heels, the snow burns my feet. But there is ease in simple aches. ❞ 𓂅 winter, pearly drops.

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The ground was blanketed in a layer of white, called snow. You had seen it once in your time in Anakt Garden. While lying on the artificial grass, you reached up and felt the chilliness of the small particles. There were people around you, but you don't remember what they were to you. Friends? Family? Or just acquaintances?

You don't recall. Although you yearn to do so, the memories are too vague to understand. So new ones replaced the old, now that you were not in that world.

The first time you woke up, it felt unsettling. You had memories that weren't entirely your own and a sensation you couldn't identify. The room around you was white—just like the uniforms of Anakt, just like the corridors of every building they constructed. Then, the person holding you took you to a strangely shaped building filled with color. It was there that you met your brothers, Sae and Rin. They looked at you with curiosity, seemingly captivated by your blank stare.

They are kind to you, providing a warmth you hadn't felt before. So here you are, cuddled up to Rin underneath the sheets of your shared bed. Unfortunately for you, despite the frigidness of the snow being familiar, you weren't immune to the effects it had. In short, you had caught a cold and were now resting in bed, Rin being him, said that he would protect you from the cold. He was curled against you, had his cheek pressed against the top of your head, and his arms wrapped around you protectively, while his fingers gripped the back of your shirt.

You sniffled, "Rin-nii..." you voiced, your words slightly muffled from the way you buried your face in Rin's shirt. The boy cracked an eye open and let out a curious hum. "Sae-nii said you would get sick too if you stayed close to me." you rubbed underneath your nose, wanting to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of a clogged nose.

Rin pursed his lips "Nii-chan did say that..." He trailed off. Then he pouted "But you're cold! So I'm staying" He huffed, determined to give you warmth, knowing that you were sensitive to the cold. Your chest felt tight but it wasn't unpleasant. You let a wobbly smile slip out at your brothers' determination.

The door to the room opened, and Sae walked in holding a bottle of medicine syrup and a silver spoon. He set the bottle on the nightstand next to the bed, "(Name), it's time for your medicine" Sae reached over and wiped away a bead of sweat that formed on your forehead. You whined at the mention of medicine but accepted your fate, you tapped Rin on his arm to let you go.

Rin unwrapped his arms from around you reluctantly and let you sit up. Sae poured the medicine into a spoon and brought it up to your lips, you stared unblinkingly at it. You pressed your lips together, already dreading the horrible aftertaste of the medicine. The red-haired boy gave you a stare, moving the spoon closer to your lips. "C'mon (Name)." You pressed your lips tighter, narrowing your eyes at him.

"(Name), if you take it you can go back to playing in the snow!" Rin chirped, a bright smile on his face. You hesitantly opened your mouth and took in the syrup. Sae playfully sighed, "So you listen to Rin but not me?" He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his face. All you responded with was a "Bleh" and you stuck out your tongue.

Sae huffed and pinched your cheek lightly "Brat" You flopped back into the bed and let out a yawn, a small tear forming at the corner of your eye. "Yay! Cuddles!" Rin dropped on top of you, making you breathe out an "oof"

"Oops!" Rin rolled off you once he realized you couldn't exactly breathe. He instead wrapped his arms around you in a hug. You looked over to Sae as he was putting the cap on the bottle of medicine. "Sae-nii," You called out to him, "Hm?" He turned his head to look at you and was met with you making puppy eyes at him. Oh no, he already knew what you were planning, "No." Sae deadpanned, his mouth forming a straight line.

"Please?" You stared more intensely, Rin picked up on what you were doing and joined you in doing the puppy eyes "Please Nii-chan?" The boy pled. Sae sweatdropped before finally giving in with a sigh. "Scoot over then" The both of you quickly made space for your eldest brother, he slipped under the covers with the both of you and put an arm over you. Leaving you squished between the most special people in your life.

The snow may have made you sick and brought back confusing memories, but your brothers made everything better.

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ayexaye · 11 days ago

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⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Blue Lock men with a (gn!)reader who over-apologizes ᡣ𐭩

Ik the thing I just posted was the same characters (plus shidou) but I love these guys in particular. Also im working on a full ness fic that I'll hopefully have it out soon.

Includes: Alexis Ness, Michael Kaiser, Itoshi Sae

Alexis Ness

-He's kind of an over apologizer himself, but only with certain people (like you)

-But hes not really that way with strangers

-When you start apologizing to him a lot he'll just be like "You didn't do anything wrong, you dont need to say sorry for that"

-All with that cute little smile

-He doesn't want to embarrass you or tease you about it, but he doesn't want you to feel like a push over or something so he just gently builds up your confidence

-Hes just so patient with you and tries not to make a big deal out of it

Michael Kaiser

-He doesn't understand it at all

-He'll rarely apologize, especially to strangers--if anything they should apologize to him

-So when he hears you muttering a "sorry" to a random person on the street for doing basically nothing to them?? Just for "being in their way" (when they were the ones who bumped into you)

-He stares at you

-"Why would you apologize to them? They don't deserve that."

-And if you apologize for saying sorry too much

-He smirks and laughs at you

-"Are you really apologizing for apologizing?"

-If he ever hears you saying sorry for no reason again he'll teasingly chastise you for it

-But hes always keeping his eyes on you to make sure no one's taking advantage of you and your kindness

Itoshi Sae

-Its one of the first things he notices about you

-It drives him insane because why are you apologizing for little things that aren't even youre fault?

-When you apologize to him for something he just says "what are you apologizing for?" Just to try to get you to realize that you didn't need to say sorry to him

-He doesn't tease you about it or anything, he just shuts it down

-He doesn't want people to think they can take advantage of you

-And if someone ever demands an apology from you for any reason his is glaring at them

#michael kaiser x reader #alexis ness x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi #michael kaiser #alexis ness #ness alexis #ness alexis x reader #kaiser michael #kaiser michael x reader #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #x reader #reader insert

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truedove · 11 months ago

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midnight caller

word count - 994

content warning - smut (minors dni), f!reader insert, pervy behavior, extremely dubious consent, somnophilia, frottage

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who's eyes always seem to bore into you whenever you come over to their house. you always make sure to forgo the pretty skirts and dresses you have in your closet, instead opting for the most baggy jeans and sweatshirts you can find.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who constantly invades your personal space, pressing up against you in the most inappropriate ways. you've grown accustomed to the feeling of his breath on your neck whenever he stands too close, the way his hands seem to linger just a little too long on your shoulders or hips when he guides you out of his way.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who never misses an opportunity to tease you until you're red in the face. he has a way of making even the most innocent comments sound dirty. when he's not doing that, he's trying to get you alone. always asking you to help him 'study' even though you know he's top of his class. it's a thin excuse to get you into his room, where he can finally have you all to himself.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who takes to jerking off to the innocent selfies he's found of you on your social media. he envisions all of the ways he could touch you, ruin you. he pretends the tight grip of his hand is your mouth instead, imagines how pretty you'd look on your knees for him, petal soft lips stretched around his cock as you look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes of yours.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who sneaks into the room one night during your sleepover, his sister fast asleep next to you. he makes his way over to your side of the bed and carefully climbs in beside you, pressing his aching cock against your bottom and relieving some of the pressure. he's never had you this close before, all of his attempts being thwarted by your iron-clad will to deny him. not tonight though.

his free hand make its way under your nightshirt and he revels in the feel of your soft skin, the warmth that emanates from your body. he's waited so long for this and he wants to savor it, take his time in exploring every inch of you, learning all of the ways he can make you feel good - he truly does - but he's also itching to just finally have you. with a hushed groan, he tentatively begins to rut against you, harsh pants dampening the crook of your neck. his hand wanders from underneath your shirt to inside your panties and he feels a rush of triumph when his fingers find you warm and wet. he should feel guilty, violating you like this, but it's not like he was hurting you, right? you're so wet for him and whether you wanted to admit it or not, he knows that you want him too. you were a bashful little thing, always playing so hard to get. the only way that this was ever going to happen was if he took some initiative. he strokes your clit lightly, feeling it pulse under his touch and you stir slightly in your sleep. your body responds to his touch, betraying your feigned innocence and his cock twitches in anticipation, pressing more insistently against your backside. the pressure builds and his rutting grows clumsy, erratic, his fingers faltering momentarily before he finds his rhythm once more, determined to make you come for him. so caught up as he is, he doesn't notice your eyes slowly opening, the haze of sleep dissipating as the realization of what's happening sets in. your body twitches under his touch before tightening as pleasure overwhelms you. you fail to stifle your whimpers and a hand shoots up to cover your mouth, the grip firm, just teetering on the edge of painful. a chuckle rumbles from his chest, vibrating against your back. "shh, shh, shh." he hushes you, a certain lilt to his tone that makes it sound like he's amused. "it's alright, sweetheart. just relax." your eyes are wide with shock, the sight of your friend’s resting face just a few inches away from you rising a fierce blush to your cheeks. he continues to grind against you and against your better judgement - you let him. a low groan tickles your ears when he comes, his body tensing for a brief moment before going slack. his grip on you remains firm as he catches his breath, heaving heavily. you’re having a hard time processing what just happened. your heart races in your chest, the sound of it an uneasy accompaniment to the siblings contrast in breaths. one steady and peaceful, the other ragged and heavy with satisfaction. a kiss pressed to your temple catches you by surprise, gentle and warm, affectionate. he seems to have no plans of moving at all, hand still nestled between your thighs and his gentle petting causes you to shudder. your eyes shut of their own accord - you have so many emotions swirling inside you. anger, confusion, lingering desire, weariness. the weight of his body against yours is comforting in a backwards sort of way, and you find yourself relaxing back into the warmth of his touch, the solidity of his form. "hm, that's it. get some sleep, pretty girl." he coos, his voice low and saited, before trailing off into a yawn. you try to fight your own fatigue, but soon feel the warmth of sleep creeping up on you once more, your eyes growing heavy. the next morning, he'll be gone from the bed. your clothes will be righted but your panties still uncomfortably soaked through. and when he pulls you into his lap - his sister none the wiser as she scarfs down breakfast in the dining room - you don't protest that time.

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marie098887 · 2 days ago

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Y/N who gets migraines.

You get migraines. And the bad kind. The kind that makes your head pound, lights sting, and noise feel like it’s echoing inside your skull. Some days, you can push through. Other days, it knocks you flat. But your boyfriend is there to help, and he always handles it.

Part 3: Ness, Hiori, Shidou, Kaiser, Niko, Sae

📝 Requests: OPEN

🎀 Alexis Ness

When he finds out you get migraines: He knew what migraines were in theory. Read about them. Knew they hurt. But he didn’t understand them, not really, until it happened to you. You were mid sentence and then suddenly… quiet. Your fingers moved to your temple. Your breathing shifted. And then you went still.

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He watched for a second, confused. Then concerned.

“Y/N?” he asked, voice already soft.

You didn’t answer. Just whispered, “S-Sorry it's a migraine...”

And it sunk in. You were in pain, and you weren’t asking for anything. That made his chest hurt. You were the kind of person who looked after others, and now you were trying to ride something out alone. He hated that. He got up immediately. Curtains drawn. Lights off. He grabbed you the softest towel in the closet and brought it to you. Brought it back with your meds and a water bottle, and placed them gently in your hands. Then he sat next to the couch, arms resting on his knees, glancing at you every now and then. You didn’t say much. Neither did he. Just breathed together in the quiet. Eventually, you reached out, fingers brushing his, and he met you there without a word.

“I wish I could take it for you,” he said quietly.

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t need to.

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Ness treats it like something that matters. Because to him, it does. He remembers everything: the timing, the triggers, what helps, what doesn’t. He keeps the space calm, keeps his voice soft, and always asks how he can do better, even if you tell him he’s already doing enough.

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🩵 Hiori Yo

When he finds out you get migraines: He knew migraines were painful but he didn’t know how quietly brutal they were until he saw you get one. You didn’t say anything. Just slowed down. Your voice got softer. Your expression changed.

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He thought maybe you were just tired. He leaned in, nudged your arm lightly, smiled. “Y’alright?”

You didn’t answer. Just shook your head slowly.

“…Is it your head?” He asked, voice already quieter, smooth, low. That soft southern drawl curling at the edges.

You nodded. “Migraine.”

He blinked. And just like that, everything about him shifted.

“Okay,” He said gently. “I got it.”

He moved around the room in near silence — turned off the lights, pulled the curtains, opened the window just a crack for air. He brought back your meds, a cool rag, and a fresh glass of water. You didn’t even have to ask. He sat beside you and placed the rag against your temple with a light touch. His hand hovered there for a second — like he wanted to do more but didn’t want to make it worse. Then he sat back. Close, still, calm.

“You just breathe, darlin’. I’ll handle the rest.”

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Hiori doesn’t rush. He watches, learns, and moves exactly how you need him to. He keeps things quiet, steady, and predictable. He doesn’t push you to talk, but if you do, he listens all the way through. He knows what time to give you meds, which room stays cooler, and how long it usually lasts. You never have to explain things twice. He’s already got it down, and he’s not going anywhere.

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🩷 Shidou Ryusei

When he finds out you get migraines: He used to think migraines were fake. A lazy excuse. People just being dramatic about a headache. “Drink some water and stop whining,” was something he actually said once.

So when you started going quiet, like really quiet, real quiet he assumed you were just zoning him out. You stopped laughing. Stopped talking. Curled into yourself on the bed.

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He raised a brow. “Hey what'cha doing babe?"

Nothing.

He clocked his head to the side, staring right at you. "Come on why ya' ignoring me babe?"

You flinched when he got closer. Pressed your hand to your temple.

“Migraine,” you whispered.

And for the first time in forever, Shidou shut his damn mouth.

“…Shit. Okay,” He muttered, already getting up. “Alright. I got it.”

He moved around the room fast, not loud, just fast. Switched off the lights, yanked the curtains shut, shoved his phone in a drawer. Then he left. Came back with water, your meds, and a bag of frozen peas wrapped in his clean hoodie. Not elegant. Not thought out. Just done.

“Here,” He said, handing it to you without looking you in the eye.

Then he sat down. Real quiet. Hands in his lap, eyes on the wall. Didn’t move. Didn’t make a sound. And when you finally started breathing easier, then he looked at you. His jaw clenched.

“..Guess they are real."

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: He takes them seriously now. He'll tease you every now and then but overall takes them seriously. If you even look off, he’s already shutting the whole house down. He gets the meds, keeps people out, and stays next to you without being told. His voice drops when he speaks, all careful, like he’s scared of making it worse.

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👑 Michael Kaiser

When he finds out you get migraines: He didn’t care about migraines. Not even a little. Thought they were dramatic. Overblown. Weak. Deal with it. He’s brushed off his own teammates before with a smug “Get over it.” So when you went quiet mid sentence, he didn’t think much of it. Figured you were bored.

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“Seriously?” He said, smirking. “You’re ignoring me now?”

You didn’t look at him. Just pulled your sleeves over your hands, face tense, eyes squeezed shut.

“…Y/N.”

You whispered, “Migraine.”

He stared. His smirk faded.

Then, flatly. “You’re kidding.”

You didn’t answer. And just like that, Kaiser went into motion. He walked out. No talking. No noise. Just gone. When he came back, the lights were already off. He tossed his phone onto the bed. Set down water. Your meds. A cold rag wrapped in one of his silk shirts because why the hell don’t we own any towels that aren’t scratchy? He didn’t sit close. Didn’t say a word. He just stood there. Arms crossed. Eyes on you.

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Kaiser doesn’t joke about it anymore. He takes it seriously. He shuts down noise. Handles lights. Replaces your cheap meds with whatever the best version is. He doesn’t coddle, but he’s always close. Always watching. If someone tries to call, knock, ask for anything? They get ignored. When you’re in pain, the only thing he can control is making sure you don’t go through it alone.

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🖤 Niko Ikki

When he finds out you get migraines: He didn’t think much about migraines before. Not because he thought they were fake, just… never had a reason to care. If someone said they had one, he just assumed they’d sleep it off. Then you got one. You didn’t announce it. You just went quiet, slower responses, eyes down, barely blinking.

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He was watching. At first, he thought you were distracted. Then his stomach turned.

“You okay?” He asked.

You barely nodded. “Migraine.”

His chest tightened. He didn’t say anything else. Just got up and left the room. A few minutes passed. Then the lights went off. The curtains closed. He came back with your meds, a glass of water, and a cold rag folded neatly, not rushed, not sloppy. Precise. Quiet. He handed it all to you, then sat down on the floor at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, back straight. Didn’t speak. Didn’t move much. But he didn’t look away from you either. And when he finally spoke, it was barely audible:

“...I should’ve noticed earlier.”

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Niko pays attention. Almost too much. Once he sees what it does to you, he memorizes everything. How you sound, how you move, what you avoid. He handles it quietly: lights off, no talking, everything soft and controlled. He doesn’t comfort with words, he comforts with his precision.

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❤️ Sae Itoshi

When he finds out you get migraines: He didn’t think migraines were that serious. He’d heard the word before, sure press conferences, teammates, excuses. To him, it sounded like something people used to avoid effort. But when you shut down, arms folded across your lap, face turned toward the wall… He noticed. You didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask for help. Just sat there. Still. Quiet.

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He tilted his head slightly. “Y/N.”

You didn’t move.

“Migraine?” He asked flatly.

You nodded once. Barely. He stood up and left the room. When he came back, the lights were off. His phone was on silent. He set down a glass of water, placed your meds beside it, then draped a cold towel over your shoulder, not rushed, not dramatic. Just… done. Then he sat down at the far edge of the bed. Crossed his arms. Stayed quiet. Watched the space around you like it mattered. Didn’t speak. Didn’t look away. He didn’t ask if you were okay. You weren’t. That was obvious. He wasn’t here to talk. He was here to make sure no one disturbed you.

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Sae doesn’t fuss. Doesn’t smother. But he remembers everything. He reacts fast. Dims the lights, shuts the doors. He doesn’t ask how you feel, he just makes it easier to feel less terrible. And if anyone questions it? One look from him is enough to end it. He can’t fix it. He knows that. But if protecting your silence is all he can do, he’ll do it perfectly.

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Authors note~

Hey y’all! So turns out I myself get migraines! Not just migraines though I get a kind called an ocular migraine. Basically means my vision acts funny then I get a migraine. Scared the shit out of me the first time. I completely thought I was gonna have a whole stroke 💀 So y’know, if I ghost for a few days that’s most likely why or school. Thank y’all for the support <3

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boolittlebean · 8 months ago

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POSER | blue lock v! x gn! reader

chapter 2: lucky

Ever since you were little, you felt as if you were lucky. You were born into a supportive family and stayed an only child throughout your life. People seemed to flock around you, all interested in what you could do or what you wanted to do. It was annoying. As you grew older, your perspective of the world changed from pretty pink rainbows to gloomy gray clouds. The masks people wore began to melt off and their true expressions were revealed. It was disgusting. No one really cared for your own health or well-being; they only wanted you for one thing: your talent.

When you were young, you loved to explore and try new things--you know, like a normal child would--and your parents discovered your uncanny ability to adapt to a scenario extremely quickly and come out on top of everyone else. When you were four, you defeated a retired professional chess player in the span of fifteen minutes.

("Checkmate." You remember calling as you lined up your queen across from his king. The man had stared at you, bewildered by your skill.)

When you were five, you picked up a new hobby: sports. It was thrilling--the feeling of sweat pouring down your skin as you pushed yourself to break your limits. You lived for the adrenaline of a game, for the thrill of defeating your opponent. You loved it. You loved it until you didn't.

When you were five, the new hobby you picked up lost its vibrant color quickly. Your adrenaline was replaced with boredom, and your desire to play was replaced with a hunger for the thrill you once had. You lost interest quickly, and why would you put effort into things you didn't have an interest in?

When you were five, you discovered that no one could beat you. No matter what you did, you were better. Maybe it was your ability to adapt quickly and understand what the concept of something was in a matter of seconds, or was it your amazing skills when it came to anything athletic? You didn't care, but others did.

They called it talent. You called it luck.

They called you a prodigy, but all you could think of yourself as was a poser.

...

The ball bounced off your head and onto the floor, right in front of your feet. What the heck?

The screen made a noise, and everyone paused to look at the screen. A mini version of you had popped onto the screen along with 'your' name, Kankucho [best friend]. Despite the current situation, the only thing running through your head was 'dang, do I really look that ugly?'. You shuffled a bit, placing your right foot on top of the football, rolling it back and forth under your bare foot.

"Prepare, and attack. This isn't your average game of 'tag'." Ego announced. You observed everyone around you--everyone was staring at you warily, watching you for any sudden movements you might make. Dribbling the ball forward a bit, you stood in the center of everyone. Normally, you'd just wait until the timer ran out and head home, but you knew you couldn't. Your first reason was simple, [best friend] would beat you up, and your second reason--well, honestly, you didn't really have a second reason. Now that you thought about it, it was kind of disappointing.

You hummed to yourself, closing your eyes before you opened them, grinning maliciously. "Who's going to be my target today?" As you said this, you took a few steps back before you began running towards the ball. Right before your [right/left] foot made contact with the ball, you swooped it around the front, rotating your body slightly before you used the back of your heel to hit the ball backwards.

An 'oof' sounded from behind you, and you smirked. The screen pinged, notifying everyone that someone else was now 'it'. You stepped back from the ruckus made by everyone else and sat down in the back corner of the room, watching as people scrambled around. Wow, I really hope there are better players in Blue Lock than the ones in this room. You sighed, staring disappointedly. You were already bored, which wasn't really surprising, but a kid could hope.

After a series of kicks, dodges, and "epic football moves", no progress was made. The timer read thirty seconds, and you watched as the ball rolled into an open area of the room. You wondered for a second, was anyone going to do--your eyes widened in surprise when a blur of black sped past your eyes, and before you could process it, the screen name changed to Itoshi Rin. Apparently, his name was popular as chorus of shouts rose up as a reaction.

"Itoshi? Like, Itoshi Sae?"

"No way! Could he be related to Itoshi Sae?"

"That must be so cool, having a football star as your brother!"

The person to state the last exclamation had no time to react before he was slammed in the face with the football. Immediately after, a beep resounded through the room, indicating that the boy was disqualified from Blue Lock. A cold voice filled the room.

"Don't ever relate me to my disgusting brother." The boy, Rin, glared. "I don't have time for any of your lukewarm fanboy behavior or your crappy skills. I'm here for one thing only, to defeat my brother in the U-20 World Cup."

You stared at him for a few seconds before blanking. Lukewarm? The heck's up with him? You shifted around, not caring enough to actually acknowledge him, before a realization hit you. Wait, I didn't know I was going to have to play in the World Cup?

...

You officially hated testing. You sprinted on the treadmill, sweating buckets. It had been a few days since the beginning of Blue Lock, and you were already regretting your life decisions. You glanced to your left, watching as your new acquaintance's hair flowed behind him while he sprinted. You had recently befriended Jyubei Aryu, who had approached you, asking about your hair care routine. At first you found his idea of conversation starters strange, but quickly adapted when you realized this might be an easy chance at making a friend. After you had told him what hair products you used--you were pretty lucky to have remembered--you quickly became friends.

The other boy you had met was Aoshi Tokimitsu, and wow, he was one nervous cinnamon roll. You slightly felt bad for him when he couldn't stop stuttering when he first talked to you, but he eased up after a couple of days. Anyways, the question at hand was why does the lukewarm brother-complex boy keep staring at you?

He's still staring, you observed as you completed the jumping test. It was quite awkward when he moved next to you to complete the jumping test. It got to a point where you couldn't take it anymore, and your eye twitched as you whipped your head to look at him.

"Why are you staring at me?" You huffed, your eyes narrowing to slits.

"I'm wondering how someone as lukewarm as you could have possibly been invited to participate in this program." He responded curtly, glaring at you. You stared at him for a few seconds, the wheels in your brain turning slowly as you processed what he said.

"That's it?" You blandly asked, and he nodded, oblivious to your attitude.

"That's it."

After completing your test, you turned around and walked away. You couldn't deal with this right now, especially not while you were hungry.

...

You walked into the lunchroom, surprised at the amount of people you saw. Scanning your tag on the food dispenser, you collected your food and walked to an empty table. Normally, you'd go sit with Aryu and Tokimitsu, but right now you weren't feeling the whole 'interacting with people' vibe. Also, you couldn't find them.

You quietly ate your food in peace, savoring the taste. You could practically hear your stomach thanking you for the food after all of that rigorous training. You munched quickly, trying to eat as much as you could while also trying to avoid eating it all so quickly. Everything was going great until a tray was placed right next to yours and someone pulled out the chair, sitting down next to you.

"Eh? Nagi? Why are you sitting over there?"

Seriously?

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laterosal · 5 months ago

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♤ Summer Love in Moonlight | Itoshi Sae x Reader

▽ featuring: itoshi sae x fem!reader … no repost on any platforms © laterosal 2024 … pre-blue lock era | during early summer, a late night visit to the hills where you both quietly stare at the night sky and make your wish as a shooting star streaked across the starry night … word count: 3.3k

📌 AO3 | one-shot

“We’re going a little too far, Sae,” you whispered as you instinctively reached for his hand, pulling him next to you as you stumbled across the rolling hills under the night sky. “I’ve never been this far out from the city.” Having trailed after Sae to the outskirts of the city and leaving the flickering lights of each skyscraper and lofty building behind, you finally caught your breath as he slowly stopped at the top of a hill. “Are we supposed to be this far out from the town?”

“There’s a reason I brought you here. You’ll see.” He gently massaged the back of your hand with his thumb as you both settled at the top of the hill, sitting together. You brought your legs up to your chest and hugged them as the warm breezes blew your hair to one side.

“So. What made you decide that bringing me to an isolated place was a good choice?” you asked in a soft voice, linking your hands with his. Your shallow breathing could still be heard in the quiet outskirts as if a ripple of an echo. “It’s unlike you.”

He did not respond. Rather, his teal-colored eyes trailed up the clear night sky, with you especially staring attentively at his long underlashes.

“I’m going to Madrid soon.”

You blink slowly as you turn your head to him.

“Wait—Really?” You jumped up in excitement and tackled him onto the ground. “That’s— OOMPH.”

“Y/N, if you crush my bones or bruise me, I’ll have the pleasure of making your life miserable.” Sae groaned as you gently pushed yourself up, cheeks flushed from your bodies’ heat radiating off of each other.

“Okay, okay—I’ll see you try.” You smiled mischievously and sat next to him, folding your arms as you leaned against his shoulder. He’s going to Madrid. He’s going… to Madrid.

It was his lifelong dream to become the world’s best striker—and you had supported his journey since the young ages when he first began football. Although the words that tumbled out of his mouth didn’t sit right with you, you brushed off this emotion that shattered your heart into pieces.

He’s leaving.

How long would you have to wait for him to come back? For years?

“I wish you the best of luck for this next part of your journey, then,” you whisper as you stare into the sky along with him, your eyes glistening with tears. “I’ll hope to see you one day on the news as the world’s best striker!”

“Right.” Sae nodded slowly as he let go of your hand, crossing his arms.

“You don’t sound happy at all.”

“Thanks for stating the obvious, Y/N. Of course I am not, to some degree. I don’t want to leave home yet. Not when both my brother and… still need me.” Sae shrugged as he gazed towards the rolling hills and slowly at you.

Your brother and?

“I’m sure Rin is also happy that you’re able to have this opportunity of playing in this world class arena of football.” You hoped that these words would wash away his doubts of making his decision, but a part of you wanted to be selfish and hoped for him to decline the invitation joining Re Al.

“Are you?” Your hesitation must have answered his question, as he followed up with: “That tells me enough, then.”

“Don't take that the wrong way. I am happy for you! I just… want to spend more time with you. We’ve been childhood friends for, what, more than a decade now? Our whole lives?” You fidgeted with your fingers as you lean your head on top of your knees. “It’s a difficult change without you. Especially when we’re going to start the second semester as a third-year in junior high school soon. I mean, just think about it. What will I do if I’m starting my first year in high school by next year?”

“Do you know that if you wish for something, it binds you to the unknown and the uncertainty?”

“You’re 14, Sae. What riddles are you spouting about?” You roll your eyes, stretching your legs and hands out, covering as much of the hill as you can. “What ‘unknown’ or ‘uncertainty’ do you talk about?”

“I brought you here to see the stars, that’s all.” Sae closed his eyes and listened into the naturalistic surroundings, the quiet chirps and grass rustling. “You don’t know any English, do you, Y/N?”

“Not a lot,” you admitted. “Why?” He pointed into the sky as your eyes trailed the stars. Then, a streak of white flew across the sky, an illuminating memory captured in your eyes. You shut them, clasping your hands together as you quietly murmured your wish. He, on the other hand, alluringly stared at your calm face, your lips slightly parted open. Illuminated under the moonlight, Sae could only view you as an untouchable person, someone too pure for the world.

I hope he can stay with me. Just one last time. I hope I can hold you close to me as I lean forward towards your face, under the night sky.

“Tonight wasn’t meant for the stars to guide us together. I meant for us to see the moon, ignorant child. The moon… is beautiful, isn’t it?” Sae whispered in English, reaching his fingers out into the sky. He turned to look at you, your eyes still closed.

“Did you say something, Sae?” You opened your mouth to add something, before pausing. A small smile appeared as you understood Sae’s very confession in English.

“No.” He responded coldly. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing.” You echoed. Your wish. His confession. “Right, it’s really, really, nothing.”

Your unresolved feelings attacked your heart into the depths, feeling a pool of emptiness in your eyes and soul. Say something.

“We should head back now. Rin-chan might be worrying about you.” You stood up, brushing the grass off your legs. Both of you felt a sudden early summer wave of humid heat despite it being a cooler evening compared to the other nights. “Isn’t he such a great younger brother, looking up to you? And definitely skilled in football, too.”

Sae shrugged, standing up and making his way back to the city lights.

“Yeah. He… is. Maybe… he has the potential to be a striker.”

“Happy birthday! How are you doing? I hope you got to treat yourself to something for your birthday. I was just watching your brother in a football match—you don’t understand how much he’s been improving. Maybe sometime soon you can come back to Japan, you know? I really want to see you again! Oh, and Rin-chan’s been asking what you have been doing for football practices by the way, and he says hi! … Ew, that did not sound like me at all.” BZZT.

“Happy birthday Sae! It’s been a while since I’ve— Okay, no. Let’s try again.” BZZT.

“Uh. Happy birthday, Sae. I hope you’re doing well in Madrid! It’s been a while since I’ve actually talked to you. Just want to check in and make sure you haven’t vanished from existence, yeah? I… Your brother says hi, by the way. Um. … Yeah. I don’t know.” BZZT.

“I never reached out to you for these past few months, but I just wanted to say happy birthday! I hope you’re doing well. And… I really miss you.”

A winter night where news from Rin came that his older brother came back for a few days. You were hesitant exactly how to greet him—would anything change with you understanding his confession? Would your relationship be any different than now? During these few years as Itoshi Sae was in Madrid, you tried contacting him multiple times, though leaving unsent emails in your inbox. He never reached out to you, either. Therefore you both left it alone, no words spoken towards one another for the past few years.

You hurried over to the Itoshi house, a familiar route where from time to time you would hold Rin’s hand as you walked him back home. The road lights flickered every other step that echoed within the street, your hands stuffed into your pockets as you breathed out a puff of air. Your eyes wandered from one house door to another, finally landing on the overgrown vines that snaked up the house, untrimmed grass, and dim golden light from the window. It did not seem to welcome visitors, the whole environment of the house seemingly isolated from the rest of the neighborhood. You stalked up the pathway to the porch, holding a fist up to knock on the door, before dropping your hand.

“Y/N-kun?” A quavering voice that invited anything but warmth spoke behind you. You turned around, noticing his familiar magenta hair slightly longer than the last time they met. “Why are you here?”

“How are you?” You cracked a smile, hoping to lighten the mood. No greetings. Nothing. You fidgeted with the hem of your clothes as you awkwardly looked away from Sae’s exhausted gaze, eye bags quite noticeable.

“Fine,” he muttered coldly, unlocking the door and slamming the door shut. You jump at the impact of the sound, backing a few steps away.

“Are you okay?” You ask quietly through the door, wondering if Itoshi Sae was still hovering behind the door. “Where’s Rin-chan?”

“I’m tired, Y/N-kun. I hope you can see yourself out.” His footsteps were light against the echoing hallway.

You stood in surprise, not wondering what happened at his time in Madrid. Knowing Sae, you would feel that he dodged your question about his younger brother for a reason. Perhaps because of an argument between the two Itoshi brothers.

You thought about whether to open the door, to reach for him, to ask him what was wrong. Though deep down, you wondered if he still harbored feelings for you. If he was the same person from years ago, or if his inner child and teenager disappeared from existence.

You weren’t exactly sure what to do. The door had just been slammed in front of your face, although it started creaking open, as if beckoning you to enter. You finally stepped in, turning the knob on the door behind you to shut it.

You walked towards his bedroom, seeing a dim light stretch from the bedroom to the hallways, as his body was sprawled on his bed, with a small twitch of his arm.

You didn’t know what went wrong. Where it went wrong. A shiver went up your spine as you felt uncomfortable being so close to Sae.

You desperately wanted to reach for him, embrace him and whisper that everything was fine.

Was it? Was everything fine, after all these years?

Sleepless nights as you tossed and turned in bed, thinking about the moonlit night—Could you have said something to keep him here? Though, you thought again and shook your head. Little Rin would have strangled you for not letting his older brother chase after their dream of being strikers together.

It had been several months since you last saw both Itoshi brothers. You figured that they just needed some time alone, before you three were able to go back to the old days and hang out at the park.

You were completely wrong about that.

Last message Rin sent had been only a few days back, with him letting you know he was out for a football training program. You still looked at the message occasionally, before setting your phone on the table.

“Well,” Nori Ayaka tapped her index finger against her chin. “Maybe they really hate each other now. Brothers since forever… and now they hate each other?”

“I don’t think so,” you mumbled. “Sae isn’t the type of person to hold a grudge on another. Uh, but Rin… is a different story.”

“So the younger brother has this one-sided violent hatred towards his older brother?” your friend clarified. “Ah, well. Does the older one even know?”

“I don’t know…” you admitted. “He just looked… tired.” Your eyes wandered towards the bustling streets from the modern glass windows, in which trees swayed every so often with colorful leaves catching the rhythm of the large wind currents.

“Okay, well, think of it this way: if you had a childhood friend…” Your friend leaned back against her chair and folded her arms. “And you two had a dream together for a long time, and one day, your childhood friend of over a decade crushes your dream by accepting the reality, how would you feel?”

“Um, betrayed.” You blinked a few times, staring at your friend with a pointed look.

“Exactly! That’s the situation your friend’s younger brother is in.”

“O…kay? So, Rin feels betrayed by his brother crushing their dreams… and Sae doesn’t realize the harm that has been done towards his brother?”

“I would assume so.” She shrugged, pulling on her sleeves of the oversized hoodie. “But from what you were saying about the prodigy, I would assume he’s either burnt out from football or had his dreams crushed by the world class football teams and strikers.”

“I see. But my question is, why are they avoiding me? It’s not like I did anything to Rin or Sae, did I? I tried to message Sae a while back with no response, and Rin… Well, the only message he sent was something about a football program.”

“Hm. How about talking to the older brother? I mean, the younger one, Rin, was it? Isn’t he gone now—to the football program you mentioned,” she clarified.

“Riiight.” You sighed and propped your arm up against your chin. “Okay. I’ll see about it. Thank you, Ayaka.” You weren’t sure whether to feel nervous to strike up a conversation with Sae after your last encounter. Although, the aroma of coffee and incessant clinking of the crockery slowly washed your worries away, putting your mind more at ease.

You looked up from your phone and breathed a sigh of relief. Done. Sent. Though, you were surprised to see him text you back so quickly.

You vaguely remembered the rocky roads to the outskirts of the city, the rowdy crowds and noise diminishing the farther you ventured down the road. Frequently, you could hear birds chirping from far away then softening, fading into the silent night.

As you followed the swarm of birds that perched at the top of the hill, you noticed a figure already sitting near the birds, glancing at the shimmers of the sky.

You shuffled through the grass and finally made your way to your childhood friend, to which he greets you with: “You’re early.”

“Says the one who’s already here before me.” You rolled your eyes, checking your phone for the time. 11:49PM. You plopped next to him hugging your knees, your head turned to stare at his turquoise eyes.

“You know,” you whispered after several minutes of silence. “What did you mean by ‘the unknown and the uncertainty?’”

He scrunched his eyebrows together.

“You brought me to see the stars this time.” He paused slightly. “Maybe I was just a 14-year-old spouting riddles and nonsense.” You gave him a long stare, releasing a sigh.

“You’re 14, Sae. What riddles are you spouting about?”

You once said that. So why was he repeating the words that left your mouth years ago?

Though, thinking back at your memories from your previous encounter, you realized you had asked him about the unknown and the uncertainty once before.

“What ‘unknown’ or ‘uncertainty’ do you talk about?”

“I brought you here to see the stars, that’s all.”

“Am I missing something?” You wondered aloud.

“The stars,” he started. “are a symbol of hope. When I brought you to see the stars, I wanted to gain hope. I wanted the two of us to have hope. And it turns out, I was right. When you wish for something, you only think about your wish and the result you get out of it. You don’t think about the unknown and the uncertainty—the time in between the creation of a wish and the fulfilment of a wish.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. Hope.

“Hope has also chained me to the uncertainty, while I solely thought of the fulfillment of a dream.” You nodded slowly. “What… about your dream of becoming the best striker?”

He went silent.

“It’s difficult to choose between the two dreams I had, when I was a 14-year-old. So, I chose one over the other.” You went silent. His other dream about the two of you together, running beneath the moonlight and stars and sky. “Though, being the best striker… Nevermind that. What did you wish for that day when there was a shooting star?” Sae tilted his head to get a better look at your face.

“What did you?”

“I didn’t. I was just looking at you.” You choked on your saliva as you heard his blunt words—which, you supposed, was typical of Sae; after all, his blunt and occasional arrogant behavior was what set him apart from his radiantly positive and enthusiastic brother.

“And I can’t tell you. If wishes are spoken, aren’t they…” You searched your mind for a word to complete the sentence.

“They won’t come true, huh.” You nodded.

I hope he can stay with me.

“The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” You smiled dimly as you whispered in English, staring at the clouded moonlight.

“The moonlight is—What?” He turned his head to see a tear slip down your cheek.

Just one more last time.

“You don’t know any English, do you?”

“Not a lot.”

A soft whistling filled the night air, as he leaned forward to wipe a tear away with his thumb.

I hope I can hold you close to me as I lean forward towards your face, under the night sky.

He wrapped his arms around you, making gentle circles with his hand around your back. You leaned in towards his embrace and pressed your head against his chest.

“Years ago, you said that ‘tonight wasn’t meant for the stars to guide us together.’” You laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“That was true then. But… I have decided.”

Tonight wasn’t meant for the stars to guide us together.

“Decided?” You raised your eyebrows, angling your head to meet his alluring gaze.

“To stay with you. What else?” He rolled his eyes as he cracked a small smile.

“It took you a few years to decide that. I don’t blame you though; after all, I did support your dream to become the best striker,” you jokingly commented. His smile vanished instantly as he looked uncomfortable.

“Sometimes, I feel like the past few years in Madrid were a waste. Oh, I…” He noticed your confused expression. “I accepted the reality of my ability as a striker. The world out there is huge, after all. I am hoping to be a great midfielder some day.”

“Is that why Rin…” You stopped, recalling your friend Ayaka’s words. “I see. Well, I’m sure you already are a great midfielder. Besides that, I’ll root for you no matter what, whether your dreams change or not. Okay?” You held out your pinky. “Promise that we’ll be together forever, no matter what happens.”

“Yeah.” You buried your head into his arm as you intertwined fingers together.

Sitting beneath the pale moonlight at summer’s end, flocks of birds soared into the sky, following a streak of bright light in the darkness; the shooting star raced across the night, sealing their promise for eternities and beyond.

a/n: last post for the year :') hope you guys enjoyed reading this hweheh

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3rdgymbros · 6 months ago

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━ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈, 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

— pairing; itoshi sae x reader

— summary; in which you and sae meet again in japan after a messy breakup in spain. set in the blue lock manager au.

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❋ It’s not really something you like to broadcast, how you and Sae were close when you were in Spain with your parents for that brief, wonderful period of time. While he honed his skills with football, you would balance your studies while helping out at Re Al.

❋ Things had been so simple back then. Late-night walks in Madrid, your fingers intertwined with his. Sneaking kisses in quiet corners, away from prying eyes. Sharing popsicles and everything else. Sae was cold to the rest of the world, his softness reserved entirely for you.

❋ You were each other’s first everything — first kiss, first love, first heartbreak.

❋ Some part of you had to have known that this was only temporary, considering how often your parents travel for work. But it still comes as a shock to you when you parents abruptly decide to return to Japan to help fund the Blue Lock project.

❋ And Sae, so full of potential. Sae, whose career is finally taking off. You aren’t about to let him leave it behind; and Sae, too driven, too focused on his dreams, wasn’t about to throw it all away and return to Japan either. Not like this. Not for you.

❋ You hadn’t expected to see him at the airport to see you off. Sae’s expression was closed off, and it was like the two of you were strangers once again, the distance and silence already stretching endlessly between you. As if your relationship had never existed in the first place.

❋ The breakup was messy, yet silent. Both of you knew instinctively that this was the end. And just before Sae left without looking back, his final words to you were, “If you’re going, don’t expect me to wait.”

❋ The last image you have of him is his retreating figure, back rigid, leaving as the words die on your lips.

❋ And that was that.

❋ You’d returned to Japan with your parents to work as a manager at Blue Lock (Ego had agreed to take you in under the promise of free labour, apparently). Ego’s lectures aren’t fun, but you’re actually learning something under him and Anri when you’re not being driven insane by a group of rowdy, immature teenaged boys.

❋ You try really hard not to think about Sae. Even if the occasional headline reminds you of his burgeoning career in Europe. But the memory of him is a quiet ache in your chest that surfaces in random moments — when you see the colour teal, or hear a song he’d used to like.

❋ You’ve been to JFA headquarters only once or twice before, but it’s bustling with activity as always. Your purpose here is purely business; you’ll act as a secretary for Ego and Anri while they finalize plans for the U20 match with the top brass.

❋ You didn’t think that he’d be there.

❋ Right at that very moment.

❋ In that very room.

❋ Fate is cruel, sometimes.

❋ He looks . . . The same, yet somehow different all at once. His hair’s a little longer, his expression sharper, but those piercing green eyes haven’t changed at all, and the realisation makes your chest throb painfully all over again.

❋ You wonder how you appear to him, underneath your professional blazer and veneer of carefully controlled calm. Does he think you still look the same? Or does he think that you’ve changed, become a total stranger to him, much like how he is to you right now?

❋ His gaze is intense, scorching. You can feel it the second you enter the room, but you keep your head down and try to pay attention to the meeting. (The thought of having to present incomplete notes to Ego certainly does a marvellous job at helping you focus.)

❋ A breath of relief soughs out of you the moment the meeting ends. Quickly, you gather your things, following Ego and Anri out the door. You’re eager to avoid the lingering eyes of the association’s board members.

❋ And perhaps most of all: you’re eager to avoid unnecessary small talk with Sae.

❋ But you catch a final glimpse of him out the corner of your eye; Sae, still staring at you. His expression seemingly softer, almost hesitant. It’s almost as if he wants to call your name, to stop you from leaving, but something — Pride? Anger? — holds him back.

❋ The door to the meeting room clicks shut behind you with a cold finality, and this time, you’re the one leaving first.

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mreowsu · 5 months ago

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summary · have you ever wondered why and when sae started wearing his baby bangs up? :) cw · itoshi sae x fem!reader, español convos r google translated, please correct me for any mistranslations and i apologize in advance, both are 14-15 in this since i speculate the reason started all the way back, hopefully, once the mangaka reveals more of sae's backstory in españa, he isn't far too emo yet at this age wc · 2.5k

Sae had never been one for vanity. His appearance was something he wore like his jersey—unremarkable in his eyes, but a source of endless fascination for others.

He’d stick to the basics—clean-cut, effortless, and sharp enough without even trying. Though, his fans obsessed over every detail, from the sharpness of his jawline to the way his bangs, short and neat, fell softly over his forehead, framing his teal eyes. To Sae, all of this was incidental—just another part of his preference for simplicity.

It was one of those days, during a rare quiet (courtesy of you) evening at the academy dorms. Dinner had been a casual affair, with nothing much to do afterward, and as you wandered back to your room, the brightest idea struck you: why not pay a visit to—bascially, your only friend—at the other side of the academy housing?

When you were both scouted at the ripe age of 13 to play in Spain, both of you had left behind everything you knew—your families, your home, your language. The sudden plunge into an entirely different environment had been jarring. The culture, the food, the constant buzz of español around you—it was overwhelming. High expectations pressed down on your shoulders, with the academy’s reputation and dreams of a professional career constantly looming.

There was no support system to fall back on. Your parents were thousands of miles away in Japan, unable to offer more than occasional video calls and mailed letters. The club staff and academy members tried, in their own way, to act as mentors and parental figures, but it wasn’t the same. The homesickness, the struggle to adapt, and the pressure to perform all felt crushing. Conversations had been stilted and awkward, especially with the two of you still learning to speak in broken, halting español. But over a year later, you’d found a rhythm. When no one else understood, he did. You both knew what it felt like to miss home, to feel like an outsider, to be surrounded by noise but still feel alone.

As cliche as it sounds, in the end; it was you and, annoyingly, Itoshi Sae against the world.

The male dorms were quieter than you expected, a stillness hanging in the air that made your footsteps feel far louder than they were. You had no business being here, not really, but that never stopped you before. And besides, Itoshi Sae didn’t seem to mind your intrusions. Or so you told yourself.

The sharp knock you gave was met with his voice, calm and cool as ever.

“Come in.”

You opened the door to find him sitting at his desk, the glow of his laptop casting shadows across his face. His bangs shifted with the turn of his head, teal eyes flicking up with an expression that was neither surprised nor annoyed—just Sae. Acknowledging you before returning to whatever analysis or footage he was engrossed in.

“You again.” he said, his voice neutral, almost bored.

“You should be honored, really,” you poised, breezing past his room like it was yours too. “And unfortunately, you’re my only option Sae.” You drawled.

“Lucky me,” he said dryly, though he didn’t tell you to leave. “You know, most people knock and wait for an invitation.”

“You’ve never needed to invite me before,” you said, settling onto the edge of his bed. “Why start now?”

He didn’t argue, but the faintest ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. For all his complaints, you knew Sae appreciated having you around. You were the only piece of home he had here, just as he was for you.

No matter how much the world outside demanded of you—how high the expectations, how foreign the environment—in moments like this, with him, you could breathe.

Sae's dorm was a plain space that reflected the utilitarian nature of the academy housing, yet much derived of personality compared to yous: sparsely decorated but immaculate, everything in its place. A couple of freshly folded jerseys on the shelf, a framed photo by the bed—nothing excessive, just functional and quietly personal. It was so… Sae.

“Well, you’re early.” He remarked, shutting the laptop and leaning back in his chair, his eyes briefly meeting yours before shifting to the clock on his desk.

“Dude, it’s literally evening, and everyone just finished dinner,” you exasperated, rolling your eyes.

He shrugged, a faint smirk at his lips. “For you, that’s early. You usually show up when you’re about to pass out from boredom.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be offended, before mirroring his smirk. “Damn right I did.”

“Of course,” he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You need to lighten up,” you teased, flopping around his bed unceremoniously. “This place feels like a showroom. Do you even live here?”

He rolled his eyes, standing up to retrieve something from his shelf. “It’s a dorm, not a hotel. What do you expect?”

“A little personality wouldn’t hurt,” you quipped, watching as he settled back into his chair.

He glanced at you, expression calm but faintly amused. “If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”

You grinned, knowing full well you aren’t going anywhere. “Nah, I think I’ll stay. Someone has to make this place feel alive.”

Sae sighed, but there was no real annoyance in it. “Just don’t make a mess.”

“Right… So, what’s the plan?” You asked, kicking off your shoes and leaning back on your elbows. “Am I supposed to sit here in silence while you work on drills in your head?”

He stood, walking over with that signature calmness of his, and sat criss-cross beside you on the bed. The mattress barely dipped under his weight, as if even gravity couldn’t unbalance him.

“Maybe,” he teased, voice soft but laced with dry humor. “Unless you have a better idea.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone and shoving it toward him. “How about we pick a movie? Something that isn’t Taxi Driver for once.” As much as you loved the movie, it was getting repetitive, and you were starting to feel like you knew every line by heart.

Sae glanced at the phone, then back at you, his lips twitching ever so slightly. “You don’t like it anymore?” he teased, his voice the usual mix of indifference and amusement.

“I love it, but I don’t need to watch it every time I’m over here,” you replied, scrolling through the options. “We’ve literally watched it four times this week.”

“Then pick something better.” He leaned back against the headboard, his posture as controlled as always, like he had no intention of exerting effort in this decision. But you could tell by the way his teal eyes followed your movements that he was paying attention. Typical Sae.

You sighed dramatically. “You know, it’s a lot more fun when you at least pretend to care.”

Sae raised an eyebrow, gaze flicking to the phone before returning your sigh ten times more dramatic, a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Fine. But if it’s boring, we’re switching back to drills.”

You picked a new movie, something lighthearted, easy to watch, and settled back against the pillows, feeling oddly content.

The lights were killed, and the room slipped into a cozy darkness, save for the faint glow of the screen. Everything was ready to go and the movie started. But as it played on, your attention drifted back to Sae, completely absorbed in the film. His burgundy hair fell slightly over his eyes, distracting you for a moment. Without thinking, you reached over and brushed it back into place, the soft strands slipping through your fingers.

Sae’s eyes flickered incredulously toward you, but made no move to pull away.

He was uncharacteristically still as you perched beside him, fingers idly trailing through the silky strands of his hair. Your eyes flickered to his back and shoulders, noticing his now stiff posture. Though he didn’t speak, you could feel the subtle tension in his frame.

You murmured to appease him, “Sae, hold still.” The soft brush of your fingers through his hair seemed to ease the tension, so you continued with slow, deliberate strokes. When you brushed his bangs back, his eyes became the centerpiece of his face—sharp, vivid teals. They were like swirling oceans caught in the throes of a storm, deep and endless, with flecks of light dancing like sunlight on restless waves.

There was an intensity there, the kind that made you feel as though he could see right through you, peeling back every layer with a single glance. But beyond the sharpness, there was something softer hidden in their depths— like the stillness just before dawn.

Without the curtain of his bangs to soften the edges, his gaze became piercing, almost dangerous, like shards of sea glass—beautiful, but with a sharpness that could cut if you weren’t careful.

It was impossible to look away, not when his eyes held that kind of quiet power, commanding attention without a single word.

But then, Sae blinked.

He looked up at you with a slight frown.

"What are you doing?”

You felt the trance slip away, leaving you almost disappointed at how quickly reality snapped back into place.

You blinked back at him, brushing your hands off like you hadn’t just been lost in his eyes for longer than you cared to admit. “Nothing,” you replied innocently, tucking a few strands back into place and brushing his bangs, so they no longer fell over his forehead. “Your hair was in your face.”

“It wasn’t bothering me.” He said, though he didn’t pull away or stop you.

“Yeah, but it was bothering me.” You shot back, smoothing the strands until they stayed where you wanted them. His hair was surprisingly easy to manage, soft and silky under your touch. You backed up to admire your work.

His hair stood upright now, his whole face on display—sharp lines, ahem piercing eyes, the kind of look that stopped hearts if you weren’t careful. Gulp. “You look good like this. Cooler, maybe.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, his attention seemingly back on the screen, but the slight tilt of his head toward your hand betrayed him. He wasn’t just tolerating it—he didn’t mind.

He scoffed, “You’re ruining it.” He finally uttered, voice flat. Though he didn’t make a move to fix it.

“Ruining what? You barely even care about how it looks.” You teased, letting your fingers drift through his hair one last time before settling back against the headboard.

His lips twitched, almost a smile but not quite. “Maybe. But now you have to watch the movie. No more distractions.”

“Fine, fine.” You smiled, turning your attention back to the screen. Yet something about the quiet approval in your gaze stayed with him.

From then on, Sae started keeping his bangs up.

It was a subtle yet significant change that didn’t go unnoticed. His fans speculated endlessly about the reason behind the new style—some attributing it to his growing maturity, others to a shift in his on-field persona. But smugly, only Itoshi Sae knew the truth.

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The stadium roared with life as the final whistle blew, signaling another victory for the Re Al youth team. Sae, as always, was the picture of composure. His hair, damp with sweat, stayed stubbornly defying gravity in its upright style, the way he’d styled it before the game.

You watched from the stands, pride swelling in your chest amidst the thrumming energy of the crowd. Unlike your usual matches with the female Re Al youth team, tonight was all about the boys. Your district didn’t have a match, so you’d ended up in the crowd, cheering for a game you didn’t have to play in.

Sae’s teal eyes scanned the rows until they found yours. He didn’t need to smile or wave—just the faintest nod in your direction. It was so like him, subtle and understated, but somehow, and alarmingly, made your heart flutter all the same.

As the team took their victory lap around the field, Sae broke away, making a bee-line toward you. The crowd stirred, curious eyes following his every steps.

When he reached you, there was no hesitation. You leaned over the railing, your fingers instinctively brushing through his sweaty hair. His bangs, stiff from hairspray, you assume, and effort, softened under your touch, falling slightly out of place.

For a second, everything stilled. The roaring crowd, the flashing cameras—it all melted into a backdrop as Sae stood there, letting you fix him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The stadium fell into a stunned silence before the spell broke, erupting into cheers and whistles.

One of his teammates, whose name you didn't really care enough to remember, shouted from the field. "¡Oye, Sae! ¡No sabía que tenías un peluquero de guardia!" Oi, Sae! Didn’t know you had a hairdresser on call!

Hollering followed, and Sae shot them a quick, unimpressed glare. He turned back to you, his lips quirking into the faintest of smirks, leaning just a little closer. “You’ve made quite th scene,” he said, voice low enough for only you to hear.

You smiled, your fingers still lingering in his hair. “Can’t help it. You looked like you needed it.”

For the first time that night, Sae let out the faintest chuckle—a soft, almost invisible sound that felt like a treasure meant just for you.

When he walked back to his team, his bangs slightly tousled from your touch, the teasing began almost immediately.

“No sabía que nuestro Sae-chan podía verse tan humano.” Didn’t know our Sae-chan could look so human. They teased, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

“O tan mandilón.” Or so whipped.

“Ni siquiera puedo imaginar que pueda sonreír así.” Can't even fathom he could smile like that.

“¿Es esto lo que el amor le hace a un chico?” Is this what love does to a guy? One of them added with a dramatic shake of his head, sending the group into another fit of laughter.

Sae ignored them, of course. But as he glanced back at you one last time, there was something different in his expression—something warm and quiet, a look reserved, meant only for you.

Meanwhile, the crowd’s whistles and playful jeers had you feeling just as flustered. Your cheeks burned, and you could tell by the way Sae’s ears tinted pink that he wasn’t immune to it either.

It was a simple thing, really. A touch, a moment, a look. Nothing too out of the ordinary for the two of you. After all, you were just friends. But amidst the crowd’s cheering, the teasing of his teammates, in the way Sae’s gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary, and in the way your heart raced, it felt like there was more to it.

And then the whispers started.

Backstage chatter, curious glances, and the media’s ever-watchful eye. They’d always known you and Sae were quite close, two prodigies from Japan.. childhood friends, even. But now... now, it seemed the world was starting to wonder if there was more to your bond than just friendship. Perhaps it was.. puppy love? Was there something more to the way you interacted? The teasing? The hair stunt you pulled? Was it all casual?

For now, that was all it was. Just speculation. But for Sae, maybe that small, fleeting interaction was everything.

Maybe.

And maybe that’s why, no matter how many times his teammates teased or fans speculated, Sae never explained why his bangs were always styled up.

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HAPPY NEW YEARS! 🥳 🎉 🪅 sorry that i didn't write the way i usually do—in a poetic sense, anyway. This was just pure unfettered bluelock brainrot and the last epiodde from s2 had me going haywire i swear the animators were in the flow ong 😭🙏

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heaven-s-black-box · 1 month ago

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Notes- Whatever you Pick; Itoshi brothers & little sister!Reader

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Recovery date: April 9th, 2025

Description: Itoshi bros with a younger sister who plays baseball. Like hoe would they support her and their reaction to her getting hurt and/or losing a game. I love your writing btw

Notes: Slight CW for mentioned injury Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I love the Itoshi bros, and I think they'd be super supportive of a little sister!

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You’re only slightly younger than Rin, a year or two

First off, they tried to get you into football and were kind of disappointed when you didn’t really like it

And it’s funny, because to them when you decide you don’t like football they assume that you just don’t like sports

Okay, they’ll support whatever else you want to do

A musical instrument? They’ll be at every recital. Art? They’re already browsing the cheaper end paints and stuff to get you.

You come home one day like, I started a girl’s baseball club and Rin’s baffled

“I thought you didn’t like sports?”

At this point Sae is in Spain, so you call him to tell him the news and it’s the highlight of his week

I think Sae hates when you lose the most, especially the games that make you cry afterwards

Maybe you were just about to make nationals, or maybe it was just a really frustrating lose

He’s an ocean away and is also struggling with bad loses, so it takes everything to stop himself from crying

Rin just assures you things will work out next time

You’ll train harder and kick their butts, but for now you two are getting ice-cream

It’s just before Sae comes back when it happens

Rin comes home to an empty house and a sticky note that says “we’ll be back later”

He shrugs it off, you had a game today so maybe your parents decided to pick up dinner or maybe work called them back late

Doesn’t really matter, he’ll just do his homework, stretch, go for a run

The usual, though it’ll suck not having you for his evening run

He’s getting a little worried when he’s brushing his teeth and in his pjs and no one is home still

Sae finds out in an arguably worse way

It’s two days later when your parents finally get around to calling him

He’s packing his stuff to come back to japan, already trying to figure out how to tell Rin he’s given up on being a striker, and his phone rings

You’re in the hospital, recovering from surgery because of an injury

This is totally part of the reason he’s so curt with Rin, tensions are high and he doesn’t want Rin to get hurt like you just did

Even when Rin is at odds with Sae, they’re both always there for you

Rin makes sure you don’t push yourself too hard while your recover and keep up with physio and stuff, neither of them let you give up because of this

Sae watches all of your games, even while in Spain, he gets recordings from your parents or official ones/livestreams if he can

Rin watches your games with you when he can’t make them

You try to support them too, staying up way too late to watch the livestream of Sae’s games and watching Rin’s games with him when you can’t make them in person

If you go pro they’ve got your back, if you don’t they’ll support whatever career you want

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mx-paradox · 4 days ago

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Temptation Through the Screen {Shidou Ryusei x Itoshi Sae x Reader}

Sae wins his away game, so you send him a video as a celebratory present...

Minors Do Not Interact, explicit smut, reader has no gendered terms used but they do use a strap-on, sex tape/sex video, pegging, bottom shidou, top reader, masturbation (sae), light spanking, established relationship, mostly me just being kinda horny for shidou's ass tbh. word count: 1500. | Ao3 version

Sae has learned to be cautious opening any messages from you or Ryusei when in public. Which is why when he sees a notification pop up while he's finishing up his post-game routine in the locker room (a simple video link and a 'congrats on the win' with a heart emoji) he quite firmly ignores it.

His phone stays shoved into the pocket of his track pants until he is back at his hotel. He resolutely keeps his mind off it for as long as possible, until he is finally changed and lying in the hotel bed.

It's late. He could just go straight to sleep. His routine was disturbed and he wasn't able to take his nap today, so he is more tired than usual. He should just go to bed.

He sighs and opens up his messages.

(It disgusts him, how the two of you have such control over him.)

The video opens in selfie mode, showcasing your smug smirk from an angle that should not be as flattering as it is. Sae's attention is drawn to your rumpled shirt and bitten lips.

"Hello, Sae my love," you coo, smile widening. "We miss you a whole lot, so we're watching your game together. Isn't that sweet?"

The camera flips to showcase the TV, where Sae's game is being broadcast. The view slowly pans down, and Sae sees the back of Ryusei's head, hair loose and mussed; the perfect arch of his muscular back, tan skin dotted with mouth-sized bruises and claw marks (some of which, Sae can remember giving him). Down Ryusei's spine the camera trails, until it reaches the curve of his ass.

Sae's breath catches.

You stop your panning when you have a perfect focus on Ryusei's thick, muscular ass where it is pillowed against the cradle of your hips. You move your pelvis back by a few inches, revealing the hot pink strap you had buried to the hilt in his hole.

Sae lets out a sound, just as Ryusei whines in the video.

Sae clicks the volume button up.

Your fingers creep down, spreading Ryusei's cheeks apart to show how his lube-slick hole is fluttering and clenching around your dick.

Sae's cock twitches in his boxers. He can't keep his hand from drifting down, squeezing at his bulge to relieve some of the pressure.

It's no secret that Sae is an ass man, especially when it comes to his lovers; lovers who sadly know of his weakness, and exploit it at every opportunity.

Case in point, Sae can hear you laughing. "Are you touching yourself now, Sae baby?" you croon. You bring your hand up to lightly slap Ryusei's ass, and Sae bites down on the inside of his cheek as he watches the soft flesh ripple and flush with the impact.

You start to move your hips again, not thrusting but just grinding your strap inside of Ryusei, pressing down directly on the spot that makes him let out pornstar-lewd moans.

"Doesn't he sound pretty? All for you~" you tease. "Isn't that right, Ryu?"

"Myeah—fuck—all so Sae-chan can blow his load thinking of us," replies Ryusei, his voice a low purr. Sae can't see, but he has no doubt the demon has a lust-drunk grin on his face. He can picture the flush on his cheeks and the way his eyes roll when you hit a particularly good angle inside of him.

Sae's hand is inside his boxers now. Precum already slicks each slow stroke of his hand up and down his cock. It's been too long since he's fucked either of you; he's regressed back to horny teen boy levels of sensitivity. It's humiliating, that he's become so dependent on the two of you. Tellingly, however, the thought doesn't unsettle him enough to break his attention from the video.

You pick up the pace, properly thrusting into Ryusei's tight ass. The camera shudders a bit, before you use your other hand to anchor yourself better on his hip. Your nails bite into the tan flesh, leaving ivory white crescent marks under your grasp. Your strap flashes pink every time it leaves the clenching grip of Ryusei's hole, and the impact of your hips every time you bury yourself fully inside of him echoes with a loud slap through Sae's phone speaker.

Ryusei's cries are increasing in pitch, becoming filthier with each pump of your cock into him. Sae can hear your breathing picking up as well, soft huffs that make Sae shiver from memories of that same breath ghosting against his neck as you took him from behind with that same strap. Sae's hand picks up speed, moving almost unconsciously on his throbbing cock.

"Only a few minutes left—unh—on your game," you say, pausing your thrusts. Ryusei vocally protests, pushing his hips back onto you in an attempt to fuck himself on your dick. You click your tongue, before pulling out completely.

"What the fuck," he whines. "I was about to come!" One hand reaches behind him blindly, pawing around to try and grab the strap. You pin his hand to the small of his back, squeezing his wrist firmly.

Your voice is harsh, and just a little mocking. "Be a good boy. I told you to wait until Sae wins."

Sae can hear Ryusei's pout over the video. "C'mon, baby, we know he's gonna win, cause Sae-chan's the best, so just hurry up and fuck me already—"

He's cut off by another slap to his ass. "Shush. Wait just a minute, horny demon."

You grip the base of your strap, before teasingly circling the head of it around Ryusei's twitching hole as he begs for it.

Sae is transfixed. Ryusei's rim looks so soft and loose; if Sae was there, he would slip a few fingers in, just to feel Ryusei clench around them as his greedy hole tries to suck them in. He wishes he were there, he wishes he could dig his nails into the plush flesh of Ryusei's ass right where it was sore and flushed from your slaps. He wishes he could press against your back and grind his dripping cock between your thighs. He wants you both so badly, it itches beneath his skin. The video just isn't enough to fully sate him. He feels as if he is losing himself.

Something must change in the game; Sae can't even remember what happened at this point, and it doesn't matter when compared to what he sees on his screen. But something must have occurred, because with no warning, you slam back into Ryusei.

"You're gonna score, Sae," you breathe. "Last two minutes. I see you setting it up."

You don't speak any more, instead choosing to focus on driving your dick into Ryusei, over and over, with enough force to jolt him forward and make his ass clap every time it meets your pelvis.

Sae is so close. He rubs his thumb under the head of his cock, making his toes curl into the bed sheets.

"Gonna come—gonna come—please—please—want it so bad—please," Ryusei begs, voice breaking. "Make me come on your cock—please—"

The faint sound of cheering from the television can temporarily be heard over the sounds of sex.

"Congrats on the win, Sae," you murmur. Your hand reaches out of view to jack Ryusei's off roughly. "Come for him, Ryu~"

He cries out, shuddering as you fuck and jerk him through his orgasm. The camera is cast aside for a moment, and Sae is left with only Ryusei's debauched moans and his imagination. His cock throbs. He's so close to coming he can taste it at the back of his throat.

You pick up the camera again. Sae can feel his heartbeat thundering through every part of his body. Every extremity is electric with anticipation.

The camera is back in selfie mode, faced towards you again. Your eyes are dark with lust; your gaze makes Sae shiver. You blow the camera a cheeky kiss before bringing your hand up. You show how it's completely dripping with Ryusei's thick white come. Then, you stare dead into the camera as you stick out your soft pink tongue and lap his come up from your fingers.

Sae orgasms on the spot. It tingles deliciously through his system, sparking fireworks in his eyelids as he creams his boxers.

When he comes back to himself, he blinks blearily before focusing back in on the video, loathe to miss anything.

You have Ryusei by the hair, pulling his head close to yours and making his back curve into an incredible arch. His eyeliner is smudged with tears, his eyes hazy and warm with lingering arousal. He smiles dumbly at the camera. He looks wrecked. The sight makes Sae's spent dick twitch.

Ryusei's voice is dripping thickly with lust and love. "I love you Sae-chan~"

"I love you too, Sae baby," you say. "Hope you enjoyed~"

The video clicks off, after just a glimpse of you pulling Ryusei into a sloppy kiss.

Sae leans back, phone slipping out of his hand as he flops onto the bed. He stares at the ceiling for a moment.

He's still horny. The itch underneath his skin (his desire for his lovers) has only been exacerbated.

Fucking damn it.

He needs more of you both.

Sae reaches for his phone again and hits the 'call' button.

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m1ckeyb3rry · 8 months ago

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Series Synopsis: A series of (mostly) unrelated one shots, featuring Oliver Aiku somehow getting involved with the love lives of various Blue Lock characters — whether he wants to or not.

Chapter Synopsis: Oliver Aiku isn’t sure which entity he’s wronged to earn this kind of treatment, but somehow, in the days before the match against Blue Lock, he’s stuck watching over the team’s newest addition: Sae Itoshi, a rude midfielder who’d rather be in Spain (or in hell) than hanging out with him. Things get a little more complicated, though, when a cup of shitty coffee leads to a crush and Aiku is forced to intervene.

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Pairing: Sae x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 7.9k

Content Warnings: crack fic, sae my awkward goat, love at first sight, oliver aiku is such a bitch but he’s funny so it’s kind of okay, reader has to work in customer service 😓, this is really dumb please don’t judge my writing off of it, sae is 100% ooc don’t come at me i KNOWWW, split perspectives (it makes sense in the story), sae slander (from aiku), reader is a fan girl but she keeps it 𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖙, reader’s dad has cameos but he’s just chilling tbh

A/N: the people wanted sae’s version to be posted first so uhhh here we are!! LMAO it kind of got a bit long (as usual) but it’s very silly and goofy!! anyways so this is the first entry in “oliver aiku’s guide to getting girls” i hope you all stick around for the rest 🤩‼️

Oliver Aiku likes to think he’s a fairly nice guy. He visits his grandmother every weekend, he rescues kittens from gutters (okay, it only happened once, but he still did it, so it counts), and he’s good enough at being captain of the Japanese U-20s that none of his teammates really hate him, so all in all, he can’t be doing that bad of a job. Yeah, he’s pretty sure he’s a great person, a stand-up fellow, an upstanding member of society — so why the fuck is Sae Itoshi glaring at him like that?

“What?” he says, because it was fine for the first, say, twenty minutes or so, but now it’s gone from annoying to just plain concerning. “Something going on with you?”

Sae stares at him for a moment longer, and Aiku wonders if he’s trying to communicate via telepathy. That’s a skill he’s never picked up, though, so he can only wait for Sae to speak up, which, thankfully, he eventually does.

“This coffee is shit,” he says. The way he speaks is dull and blank, his lips pinched together and his brows low over his eyes. It’s kind of a shame, in Aiku’s highly professional opinion. He’d be handsome if he smiled more; or, if not handsome, at least approachable enough to not scare away every single girl that dared to even glance at him.

“It’s not my fault,” Aiku says. “Take it up with the barista or something.”

“You’re the one who brought me here, so it is your fault,” Sae says. Aiku crosses his arms, because isn’t Sae younger than him? This feels like a level of disrespect he shouldn’t tolerate, prodigy or not.

“Nuh-uh,” he says. In hindsight, it’s not the most mature response he could’ve come up with, and Sae seems to agree, snorting derisively before using a napkin to dab at a drip of coffee running down the side of his cup.

“What a captain,” he says with a sigh. “No wonder you guys need me to play for you against those Blue Lock idiots.”

Aiku should be offended, he really should be — and he is! He is, and he’s just about to muster up some scathing retort that’ll definitely leave Sae Itoshi trembling, but then Sae’s standing up with purpose, so now he’s just intrigued instead of insulted. He follows after him as Sae holds the coffee in one hand and marches towards the counter, and when he realizes what’s about to happen, he preemptively cringes.

“Don’t yell at service workers!” Aiku says. It would’ve been heroic if he had said it loud enough for Sae to hear him, but unfortunately, it’s more of a whisper than the brave shout he had intended for it to be, so he just looks kind of stupid, as if he regularly talks to himself or something.

“Hey,” Sae says to the boy at the counter. He’s young, probably no more than fifteen or sixteen, and Aiku prays that he’s not the target of Sae’s ire. “Who made this?”

The boy squints at Sae’s cup, reading the receipt, and then he smiles innocently. “That was Y/N. Did you want to talk to her?”

“Yes,” Sae says bluntly. Aiku is about to thank whichever deity was watching over him and that boy alike, but he pauses when the rest of the kid’s statement registers. Her? Her? Is Sae seriously about to yell at a girl for making bad coffee? If she’s hot, he’ll kill Sae, no doubt about it. “And tell her to make it quick. We don’t have all day, and she’s already wasted enough of our time.”

Yeah, he’s definitely going to kill him.

“Y/N,” a voice whispers. You’re untying your apron — your shift is just about over, and you’re ready to clock out, but for some reason your young coworker is peering into the kitchen nervously and gesturing for you to come with him. Normally, you’d tell him to handle things himself, but he’s new, so you decide to be responsible for once and follow after him, muttering curses to yourself as you retie your apron.

“What’s the matter? Did you spill something?” you say. He shakes his head, raising his hand and pointing at the counter, where two customers are waiting. You frown, because you’re pretty sure you already gave them their drinks, so there’s no reason for them to be standing there, unless maybe they want to reorder. “Wait. Did you call me to take their order? No way! My shift is over in thirty seconds!”

“No, no, I didn’t,” your coworker says. “They want to talk to you.”

“Me? Like me, specifically?” you say. He nods.

“Yeah, they asked for you by name and everything,” he says earnestly. “I think they’re mad, though.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, because the last thing you want to do is deal with a couple of prissy customers, especially not when you’re supposed to be heading home already. However, your coworker seems to be on the verge of tears, and some kind of sisterly affection tugs at your heartstrings, so you pat him on the shoulder and take his spot at the counter.

“Hi, this is Y/N. My coworker told me you needed to see me. How can I help you?” you say. Your voice is chipper and your smile is false, but they don’t need to know that. You’ve been working at the coffee shop for long enough that you’re practiced at pretending, and you know for a fact that your coworker is standing shyly at your side, probably astonished by the quality of your performance.

For a moment, neither man speaks, so you get to stare at them and make your own assumptions about who they are and what their backstories might be. It’s kind of like a hobby, a pastime for when things are slow or you’re generally annoyed about your job. You’ve developed it over the years, and luckily, these two are prime candidates for the game.

The one on the left is tall and broad, with dark hair and mysterious eyes. Curiously, one is a bright green, while the other is a softer violet, and there’s a few-days-old stubble growing on his square face, like a shadow running along his jaw. It gives him a rough appearance, like he owns a motorcycle and frequently wears leather jackets, but you want to believe that he’s gentle at heart. Maybe he has a fondness for baby animals or he likes to bake cookies or something along those lines.

The one on the right is shorter than his counterpart, and his hair is red like a sunset, pushed carelessly out of his haughty face. He’s wearing a sweater that matches his eyes, though the teal of the knitted fabric is much more muted, and you’re about to come up with some kind of fantastical explanation for who he might be when you realize that you know him.

He clears his throat, and you scramble to stand up straighter, internally screaming, because what are the odds that you’ve somehow managed to piss off the star player of your favorite soccer club’s youth team? You wonder what your father will think of you now. You wonder what you think of yourself now. What should you do? Should you tell him you recognize him? Ask for an autograph? Or should you play it cool and pretend like you don’t know him? What if he yells at you?

Actually, you wouldn’t mind it as much as normally do. When everyday customers start screaming at you for some perceived wrong that you’ve supposedly committed, you typically tune them out, and then you make fun of them with your coworkers in the back, but if it’s Sae Itoshi…well. you’ll certainly listen to every word he says, and when you return to the kitchen, you’ll write them down somewhere so you can remember the moment forever.

“He didn’t like his drink,” he says, pointing at the dark haired man.

“What?” the man shrieks. The pitch is higher than you would’ve expected from someone of his size, but it appears he realizes that, too, because then he’s coughing. “I mean, what? What are you talking about?”

“You were just complaining, Aiku,” Sae says. “You even made me come up here and get mad at this girl for you.”

The other man, who you guess is named Aiku, is turning a strange shade between magenta and beet-red, and you’re surprised there isn’t steam coming out of his ears. Given that you don’t really care about him that much, you’re instantly irritated again, because why would it matter if he didn’t like his drink? Still, you have to keep up appearances.

“My apologies, sir. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” you say.

“No!” Aiku says. “No, it’s — hey, Sae, you were the one who was all upset, so why are you putting it on me?”

“Hm?” Sae says, obviously uninterested in the conversation already. “I dunno. Maybe it happened like that, or maybe not.”

“I’m sorry,” you say again, more than a little bewildered. “Ah, I’m new here, so I’m still learning.”

Aiku, who has returned to a more normal and human color, smiles at you kindly, and he’s about to respond, ostensibly to reassure you, but then your damned coworker pipes up: “No, she’s not.”

“Ah, sorry?” Aiku says.

“She’s not new,” your coworker says again.

“‘New’ is a subjective term,” you say mechanically, wishing that it was acceptable for you to turn around and hit him in public whenever you wanted.

“I don’t think anyone would consider you to be new when you’ve been working here for three years,” your coworker says. You can imagine the innocent, guileless expression on his face right now. You want to do something violent to it.

“Ha, ha,” you say. You think your eye might twitch, too, but if Aiku or Sae notice, then neither of them point it out. “What a knowledgeable fellow we have back here.”

“It’s alright,” Aiku says. “I didn’t mind the drink. Sae’s the one who threw a fit about it.”

“I liked it,” Sae says stubbornly. “It was fine.”

You step in before Aiku can turn magenta again, because that’s probably unhealthy for him, and you don’t want to be held liable for a customer dying on your watch when you’re not even being paid for it.

“Anyways, is that all? I’m actually done with my shift, so if you guys don’t need anything else…” you trail off, though inside you’re screaming something along the lines of Sae Itoshi, please notice me and give me your autograph and oh, if you could fall in love with me, too, that would be amazing!

Of course, you can’t verbalize anything like that, so you just smile and wave until the door slams shut behind them. Then you’re yanking your apron off and balling it up before chucking it at your coworker’s face. It hits him in the nose and slides to the ground; he gives you an offended look before picking it up.

“You’re lucky it was only an apron,” you say. “You owe me big time, you little shit.”

“Huh?” he says.

“I won’t forget this!” you warn him, stomping towards the small locker room, where your precious phone is waiting for you. “You’re a major-league jerk, okay? Don’t ever ask me to cover another shift for you again!”

“Huh?”

“What the hell was that?” Aiku snaps as soon as they’ve left the cafe, because this is totally not what he was expecting when his coach told him that he had to treat Sae nicely and make him feel welcome.

“What was what?” Sae says. He’s sipping on his coffee sedately now, even though he was complaining about it only minutes earlier.

“Since when was I the one who was upset about my coffee?” Aiku says.

“I have a bad memory,” Sae deadpans. “I guess it could’ve been either of us.”

“That was not believable in the slightest,” Aiku feels the need to inform him. Judging by Sae’s expression, it wasn’t meant to be believable, though, and Aiku sighs. “Seriously, what’s your deal? You were just going crazy and glaring at me because you thought the coffee sucked, and now you think it’s good?”

“I should’ve waited for it to cool,” Sae says. “It’s better now. I was being hasty.”

“Uh-huh,” Aiku says. “Sure. Let’s do something else tomorrow. I don’t ever want to go back there. I don’t think I can face that girl again. She was so hot, too, and now she probably thinks I’m some ungrateful asshole…”

“I want to go back,” Sae says immediately, throwing the now-empty cup into the nearest trash can. Aiku furrows his brow at him, trying to puzzle out this latest contradiction and finding himself utterly unable to. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Aiku repeats dubiously. Tomorrow he has practice, and technically so does Sae. However, they both know that Sae doesn’t need anything as ridiculous as practice in order to win against a team of eleven high-school forwards, and he’s fairly confident that his coach will tell him to accompany the bratty Itoshi instead of showing up, since the JFU is pulling out all of the stops if it means getting Sae to stay in Japan for good.

“Tomorrow,” Sae reaffirms.

I’m a nice guy, Aiku tries to remind himself. This is what nice guys do. I’m boosting team morale. Yeah. That’s all. Captain’s duties.

Still, as he chases after Sae, who apparently doesn’t know what the word ‘stroll’ means and prefers to do everything at a brisk pace more akin to a jog, he thinks that this entire ridiculous assignment feels more like a babysitter’s duties than anything.

“Are you serious?” your father says. In the background, the TV is playing a game between Re Al and Barcha, which is rather fitting.

“Deadly,” you say, untying the laces of your sneakers and putting them with the rest of your shoes. “It was actually him.”

“Sae Itoshi,” he says, shaking his head. “He’s back from Spain?”

“Seems like it,” you say, though now that he mentions it, you’re as confused as he is. Why is Sae Itoshi here instead of Madrid? You glance at the TV — Barcha has just scored, and the cameras are sweeping through the crowds, showing the excited fans cheering — and wonder if maybe he was fired or something. You doubt that that’s what happened; after all, he’s a consistent player, and the last time he was in a match, he even managed to outmaneuver that freaky striker who plays for Bastard München, so it would make zero sense for Re Al to let him go. Besides, even if they did, you’re sure there’s dozens of clubs that would be willing to take him, so there must be another reason for his presence in Japan.

“Huh,” your father says. “Well. Good for him.”

“I guess so,” you say. “If I ever see him again, I’ll ask him what he’s doing in town.”

Your father chuckles, taking a sip of his beer and giving you a thumbs up. “Yeah, you do that. Let me know what he says.”

You laugh, too, sitting down at the counter and eating a plate of reheated leftovers, because you know as well as your father that the idea of you ever seeing Sae Itoshi again is more than a little far-fetched. But it’s a nice thought, and anyways the chances are never zero, so for the moment, you allow yourself to imagine.

Aiku is seriously questioning if Sae Itoshi was sent to this earth — or at least to this country — as some kind of punishment for him. He’s not really sure what’s done that would invite such cosmic retribution, but maybe it’s one of those…what did that girl call them? Karmic debts? She had said something about the sins of his past life and all, though he can’t recall the specifics.

Wait. That’s wrong. He just never learnt them in the first place, so how could he remember them in the first place? He had broken up with her before she could explain her theories to him. This prompts a wince from him, which is further fueled by the way his t-shirt sticks to his back with sweat. It’s a distinctively uncomfortable feeling, and he’s contemplating complaining, even though it probably won’t do much.

“Shut up,” Sae says.

“I didn’t say anything!” Aiku protests, more than a little spooked, since he actually had been about to say something before Sae had cut him off.

“I can see you making faces at me,” Sae says. Considering Sae is walking ahead of him and to the side, Aiku’s not quite sure how he could tell anything about what sorts of faces Aiku is making, but unfortunately, he’s uncannily correct as always, so Aiku schools his expression into a smooth, neutral one that won’t beget reprimand from his companion.

“I can’t believe you insisted on going here straight after practice,” he says.

“This is the same time we went yesterday,” Sae says. He’s kind of an insufferable smart-ass, Aiku thinks to himself, though he’d never say as much to Sae’s face. After all, unlike his counterpart, he’s considerate like that, and he always has been.

“So? We didn’t have practice yesterday,” Aiku says. “You couldn’t even let me shower?”

“You take forever in the showers,” Sae says. This is rich, for Sae is notoriously obsessive with his skincare, and of the entire team, he takes far and away the longest to get ready. But, then again, Aiku supposes that idiocy is one of those illnesses which spreads further and further until all of one’s perspectives are tainted with the virus.

“I could’ve been quick,” he says. “It would’ve been better if I could’ve at least rinsed off so I didn’t look so gross. I want to impress that Y/N girl if she’s there again today.”

“You’re not her type,” Sae says dismissively. “So why bother?”

“How do you know? Are the two of you childhood buddies or something?” Aiku says. Sae glances at him, and of course he’s way too holier-than-thou to properly sneer, but the corners of his lips turn downwards to the same effect.

“Not too hard to figure out,” he says.

“Well, hold on just a moment! I got the vibe that she was totally into me yesterday!” Aiku says. He actually did not get any such vibes from the barista; the only thing she seemed into was clocking out, but he’s Oliver Aiku. If he can’t get a girl, he can’t do anything. Besides, it’s not like Sae would be able to tell one way or another — Aiku and his teammate Sendou have a theory that Sae was created in a lab as some kind of experiment to make the world’s best midfielder, because the guy really doesn’t have any knowledge or concern for anything that’s unrelated to soccer.

True to form, Sae blinks unsurely. “Really?”

“Yeah, one hundred percent,” Aiku boasts, although then he’s narrowing his eyes, because such a question is so out of Sae’s character that for a moment, he wonders if there’s been a mistake and he’s actually taken some other team member of his along for this ridiculous errand.

Messy red hair. Teal eyes. Forehead creased with a frown. No, it’s definitely Sae Itoshi, that’s for sure. Just Sae Itoshi in a mood that he’s never seen before. If they were a little closer, he’d ask him what’s the big deal now, but as it is, the question would probably go unappreciated.

“Hm,” Sae says. “Whatever. We’ll see.”

“Sure,” Aiku says slowly, reaching out to hold open the door of the cafe so he can enter behind Sae, since his lovely, amazing, wonderful, kindhearted teammate so generously left it to slam shut in his face.

What a total dick. He makes a mental note to ask the JFU for a raise, because whatever they’re giving him at the moment is definitely not enough.

“They’re back again!” your coworker says. You’re still mad at him for yesterday, so you’ve been giving him the silent treatment the entire shift. It hasn’t gone unnoticed, but his pitiful attempts at reconciliation never include an apology, so you haven’t budged yet.

He waits for you to respond, but you’re pretty sure he’s making stuff up to get you to pay attention to him, and anyways they could be in reference to anyone, so you continue to pour milk into a cup, acting like it’s an all-consuming task which you cannot possibly complete without the utmost of concentration.

“I’m being serious! Y/N, it’s Sae Itoshi and, uh, that other dude!” he says. Your hand wobbles for the briefest moment, but you conclude that he’s most likely lying, so you steady yourself and continue pouring the milk. “Fine, be that way! I’ll serve them myself!”

You can’t even say something snarky in response, because that’ll still be a win on his part, so you huff particularly loudly to no one in particular and leave it at that.

A few minutes later, he’s back, looking so contrite that if you weren’t upset with him, you’d actually be worried. Unfortunately, you very much are upset with him, so you find it on the whole to be rather hilarious and have to suppress a laugh.

He must take your amusement as a signal to talk, because he speaks eagerly and quickly, stumbling over his words and clasping his hands together in front of him.

“Y/N, Y/N, they’re insisting on seeing you, I told them you’re working right now — I’m sorry, I’m not supposed to do that, right? But I did, and now they really want to see you!” he says.

You’re still not entirely convinced, but if this is an act, then it’s a dedicated one, and you don’t think that he possesses that much dedication in all of his body, so maybe he’s actually telling the truth.

“Fine,” you say. “But if you’re lying, I swear I’m telling our manager to fire you.”

“I’m not!” he squeaks, darting back to the counter, rocking back and forth on his heels as he waits for you to catch up to him.

When you reach the front, you’re surprised to see that it is in fact Sae Itoshi and…whoever that other guy is. Aiku? Yes, that sounds right. It’s Sae and Aiku, and one looks supremely inconvenienced — this would be Sae, of course — while his friend is running a hand through his sweaty hair, flashing you a grin.

You smile back at him, because that’s what you’re trained to do, and you don’t want your coworker to tattle to your manager that you’re not abiding by the cafe’s standards of customer service. Then you stare at them until one of them starts speaking, because that’s what your entire job is, and no matter how badly you want to start gushing to Sae Itoshi about how big of a fan you are, you have to remain professional.

“Is there anything I can do for you two?” you finally say. This prompts Aiku to nod, nudging Sae in the side, which earns him a dark glare.

“I want the number two, and he’ll take the number five,” Aiku says when Sae does not speak up. You want to tell him that nobody orders like that, but you’re not supposed to and it’s really not that big of a deal either way, so you just ring up the order.

“Sounds good. Would you like to pay with cash or credit?” you say.

“Credit,” Sae says, pulling out a card that probably has a monthly spending limit higher than what you make in a year. “And we’re splitting the bill, just so you know.”

What you want to say is Wow, Sae, you’re somehow even cooler in real-life! Who’s your favorite soccer player? What’s your favorite food? Do you like Spain better, or here? What you actually say is: “No problem. I’ll have those right out for you.”

“Thanks,” Aiku says. He’s kind of charming, in a sense; you can think of several friends you have that would probably swoon at the way his smile stretches across his face, but you don’t really see the appeal. Or, maybe you would normally, but at the moment, he’s standing next to Sae Itoshi, so it’s a little hard to focus on him at all.

“Yeah,” Sae says. “Thank you. Y/N.”

He’s probably just reading off of your name tag in an effort to seem more friendly and relatable and humble and all. It’s a classic PR move that he was probably taught as soon as he joined Re Al. You know about it, though, so it shouldn’t work on you. It won’t work on you. He’s just doing what he’s trained to, the same as you are.

It works on you. You run to the back and hide your face in your hands and squeal, because Sae fucking Itoshi just said your name.

“Holy fucking shit,” Aiku says.

“Are we just listing curse words now?” Sae says dryly. “Bitch, cunt, hell. There’s three more for you.”

“You like the barista!” Aiku accuses. If Sae was drinking something, he would’ve spit it out just then, but he’s not, so he just chokes on his saliva.

“No way,” he says.

“Yes, you do! How else can you explain this?” Aiku says, pitching his voice up in an imitation of Sae’s. “Yeah. Thank you. Y/N. Since when do you say thank you to people?”

“Since always? I have manners,” Sae says.

“I’ve never heard you say it,” Aiku says.

“Maybe that’s more telling about you than me,” Sae suggests. Aiku scowls at him.

“You definitely like her,” he says. “No judgment here, man. She’s pretty.”

“Whatever,” Sae says. “Even if I did like her — mind you, I don’t — she’s clearly into you.”

“Me?” Aiku says. “I was just messing with you earlier, you know. Anyways, yeah, I think she’s hot, but, like, you’ve never liked a girl before, right? So I wouldn’t get in the way of that. This is a big step.”

“You’re not getting in the way of anything. Do what you want,” Sae says.

Aiku’s already pulling out his phone and texting Sendou: big news. Lab experiment just evolved. Feels attraction and jealousy now.

“Uh-huh,” he responds absentmindedly. Sendou texts back with about fifty mind-blown emojis, and he snickers to himself, liking the message.

“Anyways, who told you I’ve never liked anyone before?” Sae says defensively. Aiku just about drops his phone, leaning forwards in interest. Could it be? Are he and Sae actually bonding? Is Sae about to tell him about his first love — who apparently is not this barista?

“I just guessed. Was I wrong?” Aiku says. He’s already trying to come up with who Sae might’ve liked — a childhood neighbor or friend? A women’s soccer player he admired? A girl he saw once in Spain but never again? Oh, that last one is particularly romantic…he’s just about accepted it as fact when Sae glares at him.

“No,” he says. Aiku’s dreams are shattered in an instant, but he can only shake his head while chuckling, both because Sae has inadvertently admitted that he actually does like that Y/N girl, and because he was an idiot for believing that ‘Sae Itoshi’ and ‘romantic’ could ever belong together in one sentence.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“What do I do?” you say. You and your coworker are back on speaking terms, mostly because you have no one else to talk to and are so desperate that you’re willing to temporarily forgive him.

“Make their drinks?” he says. You give him a dirty look as you begin mixing up their orders.

“Not about that. I’m such a huge fan of Sae’s, and this is the second time I’m making a drink for him. It’s kind of like fate, don’t you think? Should I try to talk to him or something?” you say.

“Do you want to?” your coworker says. It’s a slower time of day, so he has nothing to do but sit and watch you — at least, nothing immediate. There’s certainly things he could be doing, but you’re not about to chide him when you’re the reason he’s slacking off.

“Obviously! But what am I supposed to even say? I’ll sound like a creep if I just start acting like a fan-girl!” you say.

“That’s true,” your coworker says. “You kind of sound like one even now…”

“Ugh, if you’re not going to be helpful, then go organize the storeroom or something!”

“What about her makes you like her?” Aiku presses.

“Are we still on this?” Sae says, as if they’ve been talking about it for hours. “I don’t like her.”

“It’s not like you talked to her for a while…was it really just her looks?” Aiku says. “Damn. Didn’t think you were the shallow type.”

“I am not the shallow type!” Sae says.

“That sounds like something that a shallow person would say,” Aiku teases.

“Shut up,” Sae says. Aiku doesn’t have enough fingers or toes to count how many times Sae’s said that particular phrase to him. Maybe if he counted all of the fingers and all of the toes of every single person in the world, he would get kind of close to what that number might be. “I’m not shallow, I don’t like her, and she’s obviously way more interested in talking to you than me, so get off my back.”

Aiku whistles. “Someone’s jealous.”

“I’m telling the JFU that you were the one who sent me back to Spain,” Sae informs him bluntly. Aiku isn’t sure if that’s a joke or a legitimate threat. It’s hard to tell with Sae sometimes.

“Are you serious?” Aiku says.

“Deadly,” Sae says.

Yep, Aiku decides. He’s serious.

“If only that Aiku dude wasn’t there,” you lament, setting the first drink in the pick-up area and calling out Aiku’s name before returning to finish Sae’s drink. “It’d be way easier to talk to Sae without someone there to judge everything I’m saying.”

“Do you think he’d even care?” your coworker says. You shrug.

“No idea. It’s intimidating to talk to guys around their friends, though. You’re a guy yourself, so you wouldn’t get it,” you say.

“Are they even friends?” your coworker says. “Doesn’t seem like they get along that well.”

In unison, the two of you turn so you can look at the duo, who are sitting at a table right within your line of sight. As your coworker said, they don’t look like they’re friends in the slightest. Aiku is sipping on his drink with a smirk, and Sae looks like he’d rather be anywhere else, doing anything else, than be sitting there with his not-friend.

“The point still stands,” you say.

“Guess so,” your coworker says. Just then, Sae Itoshi happens to glance over, making direct eye contact with you. Your eyebrows raise, and your face warms as you realize you’ve been caught. Aiku turns to follow Sae’s line of sight as you weigh your options. Should you pretend like you weren’t doing anything? Should you wave?

You decide to just smile again before returning to the drink you were supposed to be working on. Your coworker, who saw the entire exchange, cannot stop laughing.

“It’s over for you,” he says. “He definitely thinks you’re a creepy fan-girl now. You can kiss that autograph goodbye.”

“You’re lucky I’m too lazy to remake this drink,” you say. “Because otherwise, I’d spill it on you.”

“That’s against company policy,” he says.

“By accident, of course,” you say with a malicious grin.

“That’s against company policy, too!”

“Look, she just smiled at you. I bet she was looking at you the entire time,” Sae says coolly. “You should ask for her number. You already said you think she’s beautiful.”

“I said she’s hot. I’m not all poetic and shit like that,” Aiku says. “And I wouldn’t do that. It’s against the bro code.”

“We’re not ‘bros’, so you can put that out of your head,” Sae says.

“What if I help you get her number?” Aiku says. Sae tries very hard to maintain his nonchalant look, but Aiku can tell that his curiosity has been piqued. “Will you consider me a bro then? At the minimum, will you tell the JFU that I’ve done a great job at showing you around and making you feel welcome?”

Please please please please please I really need a fucking raise Sae I’m broke please please please —

“Sure,” Sae says.

“Sure?” Aiku says. “Yes! Okay, this will be easy.”

Sae scoffs. “Yeah, okay. If that’s what you think.”

“Believe me,” Aiku says. “You’re in the presence of a master.”

Sae doesn’t even dignify that with a response beyond the most disgusted look Aiku has ever seen on anyone, Sae or not. He’d say something, but he’s pretty sure he deserves it at least a little, and anyways a possible raise is way more important to him than being right, so he keeps his mouth shut, simply giving Sae a double-thumbs-up. He’s going to ace this new assignment, and then maybe he’ll actually be paid what he’s worth instead of pennies on the dime.

You’re about to call out Sae’s name when you realize that for some reason, both Aiku and Sae are standing there and waiting for you. You furrow your brow, because it’s both a menacing and a comical sight — the hulking Aiku, who looks like he’s about to go punch a criminal on television before flipping his hair and telling the ladies that there’s enough of him to go around, and the slender Sae Itoshi, who you can’t imagine doing anything but slamming a winning pass to one of his teammates, invariably leading to a soccer ball in his opponent’s net.

“Uh, hello,” you say.

“Hello,” Aiku says.

“Hi,” Sae says.

“I have your drink,” you say to Sae.

“I know,” he says, taking it from your hand. Of course — why else would they be here? They must’ve seen you finishing up the drink and rightly assumed that it was theirs.

“Right,” you say. Neither of them go to leave, and now you wonder if they just don’t understand social cues or something like that. “Did you guys want to order something else? My coworker would be happy to take you at the counter.”

“No,” Sae says.

“Okay,” you say slowly. “Well, I hope you enjoy your drinks.”

“We will,” Sae says with the utmost of confidence. Aiku groans and then thumps him on the back. You have a feeling you probably don’t want to know what the significance of the gesture is, but then you realize that this is probably the only chance you’ll get to have a proper conversation with Sae Itoshi, so you shove your concerns aside.

“Wait! If it doesn’t bother you too much, can I ask you a question?” you say. It’s an incredibly awkward way of going about it, but given how awkward this entire interaction has been, you don’t think it’s a huge deal.

“Go ahead,” Aiku says. You weren’t asking him, but you guess the permission covers them both, so you square your shoulders and face Sae Itoshi, who seems entirely confused that you’re looking at him instead of Aiku. You’re not sure why he would be, since between the two of them he’s the celebrity, but maybe there’s some weird dynamic going on that you’re unaware of.

It doesn’t matter to you, though. You only have one thing to ask. You’ll never cross paths with Sae again, will you? So it’s fine. You can act a little embarrassing, and anyways, you barely make above minimum wage, so if your manager gets too upset and fires you for ‘unprofessional conduct’ or something, it won’t be a huge loss. It’ll be worth it, even, considering this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance and your coworker is busy reorganizing the storeroom like you told him to, so he’s not around to spy on you and report back to your stodgy old manager.

Taking a deep breath, you open your mouth and begin to speak.

Aiku hadn’t dared to even dream of the possibility that the barista might already like Sae, too. Why would she? Sae had just been all weird and rude to her in the couple of times that they had spoken, so all in all she’d have to be somewhat of a masochist, or a Re Al fan (which was essentially the same thing, given the losing streak that Re Al had been on for the last month or so), to be into him. But sometimes miracles did happen and baristas were masochists, because the girl was turning to Sae with shimmering eyes and a hopeful expression and it was all going to go so well—

“What are you even doing in Japan in the first place?”

Did he hear her right? Sae is bewildered as well, but Y/N isn’t acting like she’s just asked the most ridiculous question she could’ve possibly asked. What is Sae doing in Japan? Well, he happens to be a citizen of the nation, so there’s one explanation…Aiku wants to facepalm, because now his plans have been ruined and Sae’s confidence has probably been crushed.

“Pardon?” Sae says. Aiku had told him not to act so cranky and old-man-ish when he approaches the girl, but honestly, at this point, there’s no helping him, so he doesn’t even bother with a correction.

“Why are you in Japan?” she says again, all bright and innocent and cheery. It somehow feels like she’s been faking things so far, and that this is the real her, which she’s been holding back up until this point. Aiku isn’t so sure if that’s a good thing; privately, he believes it would’ve been better if she kept holding back just a little bit longer. Long enough for her to reject Sae — who still claims he’s not into her and is just trying to ‘be friendly’, as if friendliness is something he’s well known for — and then move on with her day.

“My passport expired?” Sae says, phrasing it more like a question. “So I had to come back and get it renewed?”

His voice ticks up at the end of every sentence unsurely. It’s almost cute, like he’s a little baby chick. Aiku’s fond of chicks, so he decides he’ll step in. Just this once.

“He’s visiting from Spain to play for the Japanese U-20 team in an upcoming exhibition match,” he explains.

“Oh, wow,” she says. “But I thought you said you would rather give up on soccer or play with German college kids than ever play soccer for Japan?”

Aiku raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t aware of such sentiments, and though he’s not exactly shocked, he can’t help feeling a bit miffed. When he glances over at Sae, there’s not a trace of remorse on his face, and so he wrinkles his nose.

Forget the raise and the baby-chick-esque mannerisms alike. He’s done helping this ungrateful, no-good, lame-as-hell, girl-repelling loser for free. If Sae wants any further assistance, he’ll have to beg for it.

“How did you know I said that?” Sae says. You clap your hand over your mouth when you realize you’ve exposed yourself.

“I, um, I was just guessing!” you say.

“Guessing?” he repeats. You swear, because that’s actually a worse explanation than the original one, and then you hang your head, because if the cat’s out of the bag, then there’s no way you can put it back in.

“It’s a quote from one of your interviews,” you mumble.

“What?” It’s Aiku, who immediately frowns when he realizes he’s butted in. Sae gives him an odd look out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m a big fan of yours,” you say. “The last game you played in, when you stole the ball from that Bastard München striker, was amazing! To tell you the truth, I’ve been trying to figure out why you’re in the area instead of back in Madrid. It’s a little unbelievable, you see.”

“Ah,” Sae says, and for some reason he looks uncomfortable. “Well. Yeah. It was just the issues with my passport and all. I decided to play for the U-20s because I was offered a good deal, but it’s right back to Madrid for me after that.”

“That makes sense,” you say. It’s awkward again, but in a different way. You don’t know what to say. You don’t think he does either. His drink is probably cold now, and you’re surprised that Aiku’s eyes aren’t stuck in the back of his head, given how frequently he’s been rolling them. “Can I have your autograph?”

“No,” Sae says immediately. You’re a little taken aback, and to be honest, he looks kind of horrified himself, but you know better than to nag, so you only nod at him.

“No worries—” you begin before you’re cut off by a grumbling Aiku.

“He’ll give you his number instead. Here,” Aiku says, listing off a series of digits too rapidly for you to remember. “He’ll write it down, for you, right, Sae?”

And then, to your utter disbelief, Sae Itoshi is pulling out a pen and a piece of paper from who knows where, and he’s humming in agreement.

“Right,” he says, and then he’s handing you a note with his phone number written on it in neat print and his signature in flowing cursive. “You can call me later. If you want. Y/N.”

The way he speaks is stilted and low, but you don’t mind it. Tucking the piece of paper into your apron pocket, you beam at him.

“Alright,” you say. “I’ll call you. I still have more things to ask you, so it’s good that you gave me this.”

“Yes,” Sae says. “Yes, you can do that if you’d like.”

Then he and Aiku are leaving the coffee shop, their drinks in hand, and you’re standing there in awe, wondering if that actually just happened or if it was nothing but a particularly vivid flight of fancy.

If it’s the latter, then you almost hope it’s one you don’t ever escape from.

“You’re welcome,” Aiku says as they leave the cafe.

“I didn’t say thank you, you lukewarm oaf,” Sae says. Aiku shrugs. He’s hard to ruffle, after all. It’s the reason why he stepped in and rescued Sae from that little mistake of his. He just couldn’t bear the thought of his dear junior losing the girl of his dreams because of a slip of his tongue, even if aforementioned junior is the insufferable smart-ass type.

Well, the thought of the money he’ll make if Sae speaks of him highly to the JFU doesn’t hurt, either, but that’s less altruistic, so he prefers to stick to the first explanation.

“I bet you feel it, though,” Aiku says.

“Shut up,” Sae says.

It’s a good thing babies are born every minute. Otherwise, given how frequently Sae says that particular phrase, Aiku really might run out of things to count on.

You’ve typed the number on the piece of paper into your phone, and now you’re staring at it blankly, wondering if you should press the green call button. What if it was a prank? What if it wasn’t? Because then you’ll have to actually talk to Sae Itoshi, and you’re not so sure you can do that.

In a fit of inspiration, you slam your index finger against your screen and hold your phone up to your ear. It rings a couple of times, each subsequent one worsening the pit in your stomach, but then it stops ringing entirely, which can only mean one thing: Sae, if this really is his number, has answered.

“Hello?” you say.

“Hello?” he responds. “Y/N?”

“Yes!” you say. “It’s me. Y/N. Like you said.”

“Cool,” he says. “It’s Sae. Which I guess you knew, since you called me.”

“The confirmation was nice,” you say, internally sighing in relief. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he says. It’s mannerly but also a little sarcastic, albeit not in a mean way. You don’t mind it much. “You said you had to ask me some things?”

The two of you spend the next few minutes in a setting kind of like an interview, in that you drill him with questions and he answers them all patiently. He’s kind about it, humoring you even though he doesn’t have to, and he never threatens to hang up, which you do appreciate.

“Would you mind if I ask a question, too?” he says when you’ve taken a break to drink some water.

“Go ahead! Although I’m not as interesting as you are,” you say.

“I think you’re probably way more interesting,” he admits. “Anyways. Are you free next weekend?”

“Uh, I think I have a shift on Saturday, but to be honest, my coworker owes me, so he can cover it. Why?” you say.

“The exhibition game that I’m playing with the U-20s for. You should come watch,” he says.

“Oh! Sure, where should I get tickets? I’d have gotten them already if I knew you were playing,” you say.

“I’m allowed to invite someone,” he says. “Friends or family. So I’m inviting you.”

“Don’t you have actual friends that you can invite?” you say before gasping. “Sorry! Sorry, that was super insensitive and rude of me. Of course I’m honored to come, I’m just confused about why I’m the one you’re inviting. Me. I’ve literally made coffee for you twice, and that’s about it.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” he says before pausing. “Um, look, Aiku told me to say this, so if it’s uncomfortable, then blame him…but I think you’re, er, beautiful?”

Your mind short-circuits. “Huh?”

“I don’t know! He’s the one who has experience, I’m just taking his advice!” Sae says, his tone souring immediately afterwards. “Trust me, it’s not like I want to. There’s many things I’d rather do than follow Oliver Aiku’s advice, but at the moment, it’s the best I can do.”

“Beautiful,” you repeat. It’s such an elegant adjective. You’ve been called pretty before, and there’s been a fair share of guys who have considered you to be hot, but beautiful…it’s nice. It’s really nice.

“Yeah,” Sae finally says. “Basically.”

“I’ll be there,” you say. There’s something like a scream bubbling in your throat, but you fight it back, knowing that it’s of the utmost importance that you maintain a relaxed demeanor.

“Great,” Sae says. “See you.”

“See you,” you say, and then you hang up before he can say anything further, because you’re already on the verge of combustion and you don’t think you can handle anything more.

Throwing your phone across the room, you give in and scream. There’s thundering footsteps, and then your father is throwing the door to your bedroom open, whipping his head around wildly.

“Is everything alright? Why are you screaming?” he says, heaving for breath, probably because he just sprinted from his spot on the couch to your bedroom in record time.

“Sae Itoshi!” you say.

“Yes?” he says, the rate of his inhales and exhales lowering as he realizes there’s no active threat to your life or property. “What about him?”

“He told me I’m beautiful and invited me to watch his game next weekend,” you say, knowing that this is going to make your father — a fellow Re Al fan — freak out.

You wait, counting down as he processes the news, unable to contain your exuberant grin, knowing exactly what’s coming. Three, two, one—

“What?”

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