#sneaky sneaky yoichi...

[melatien]

sequel to my april post from last year - yoichi stole bruces darn headband again!

[seasidefallenangel]

yeah, i feel it coming on, when i've been static for too long

how good are blue lock men at taking off your bra? ft. itoshi sae, otoya eita, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser, mikage reo, alexis ness

notes: companion post with my bestie reid<3 you can read his here or by clicking the title, suggestive but mostly funny, reader wears a bra but gender isn't specified

༄ CAN TAKE YOUR BRA OFF BETTER THAN YOU CAN -

sae:  you’re not sure how exactly he’s so good at this. despite his looks and ease of access, he had no interest in relationships prior to meeting you. you can’t accuse him of cheating either because sae would just flat out dump you if he was no longer interested. even when you ask he just gives you a blank stare and asks if it matters. in the end you just had to chalk it up to him being naturally good at everything once again.

otoya: every time he flawlessly unclasps your bra your eye twitches with resentment. you’re both fully aware of why he’s able to do that with such ease, but you won’t bring it up. he just laughs nervously and prays he can make you feel good enough that you won’t think to interrogate him further. at least he thinks you’re hot when you’re mad (just… not when you’re mad at him.)

chigiri: you ask him if he’s so good at this because he wears them in his free time. he does not laugh. honestly though, the worst part about him is how sneaky he is. you never even feel his hand, fingers, not a thing until your bra is suddenly no longer on your body. the worst is when he does it in the grocery store to piss you off as revenge for something you’d done two days prior. to this day you still never see it coming.

༄ GETS IT AFTER A FEW TRIES -

yukimiya: yukimiya is a good boy who always has your best interest at heart, and literally spent time in a lingerie store figuring out how bras work so he could do it with ease during any actual intimacy. dealing with the fabric on a moving body was a bit more difficult than he anticipated, but he’s still good enough at it that it doesn’t really distract or take away from the heat of the moment. 

karasu: he’s been around here and there, but he’s no player or one to have a million situationships at once. it’s not quite muscle memory for him but he’s still familiar enough to get it off of you in a decent amount of time. something to his benefit is that he is touchy, so if he thinks it’s going to be more of an issue tonight he’ll opt to run his fingers across your body to distract you. it’s like the touch of an angel’s wing, so soft and reverent that you can’t even feel him fiddling with the metal clasps. 

isagi: there’s a demon in the back of his head that tells him if he can’t do this properly then he needs to kill himself. there’s absolutely no reason he should be taking it this seriously. you can’t figure out why he looks so stone faced when he’s trying to unhook it until he eventually admits he’s timing himself in his head and trying to shave off seconds it takes him. it’s so ridiculous yet so earnest and so yoichi that you don’t even have the heart to make fun of him for it. 

༄ BECOMES IMPATIENT AND JUST DESTROYS IT -

nagi: he’s actually a more patient person than you think. the only thing that really gets him is menial tasks, complex things for no reason or overly complicated to deal with. those horrible straps and clips of yours fall under every category he hates and therefore bras as a whole are his mortal enemy. there’s a sign on his door that says “bra free area��� in messy handwriting and he takes it very seriously. leave that shit in the bathroom.

rin: considering he was a sad, pathetic virgin before you two started dating, it’s very obvious he has no idea how the fuck that thing works. he hates that you even have to wear it all. there’s nothing that tanks his mood worse than making out with you and him seeing that demon when he gets your shirt off. you’ve yelled at him a million times for it and he always just buys you three more to make up for it. just let him do it or he’ll act all broody and upset for the rest of the night.

bachira: too damn excited to do anything properly. he’s literally vibrating every single time you even kiss him, and the prospect of doing anything more has him about to do backflips in the living room. you’re not sure if he knows how to do it right or not - he’s never even tried. he bit the straps off with his teeth once for god's sake. at the end of the day it is off of your body one way or another, and you just don’t have the energy to correct him otherwise.

shidou: the thing with shidou isn’t that he doesn’t know how to - he doesn’t want to. not only does he find the prospect of ripping clothes incredibly sexy, he’s an impatient bastard. if he can’t get instant gratification and a constant dopamine rush then he’s making it everyone else’s problem. cussing him out doesn’t work either cause he’ll just give a loud fake moan and tell you you’re hot when you’re a bitch. there’s no winning here, so get used to it.

༄ … YOU SHOULD PROBABLY JUST TAKE IT OFF YOURSELF -

kaiser: michael kaiser is an asshole and generally never gave a shit about his partners’ needs before you. he can’t take off a bra because he never felt like there was a reason to, and now it’s coming back to bite him in the ass. if you offer to help he just gets even angrier. will literally stop everything and swear for 5 minutes straight under his breath while his fingers get caught in the clasp. if you want to do anything with him, take off your bra before approaching.

reo: not as much of an asshole as a certain someone, but is in the same camp of not needing to ever take it off. people were always throwing themselves at him for a chance to be in the mikage family so the work he had to do was minimal. in a weird way, he likes it when you giggle at his unusually clumsy nature while trying to unhook your bra. it makes him feel normal, knowing you’re so at ease with teasing him. at some point he does learn how to do it properly, but still bumbles around - partly because he likes to hear your laugh, partly because he’s too distracted with how cute you are to pay any real attention. 

alexis: between being far too busy as kaiser’s right hand man, and absolutely loathing the hook-up culture of the world, alexis doesn’t know the first thing about women’s lingerie. at most he picks out pretty colors for you sometimes. you’re always the one to do it because every single time he tries, without fail, he takes so long that his fingers get sore and he starts tearing up. something about “being a bad boyfriend” and “not knowing how to treat you” and you want to shake him and say you don’t give a shit, it’s literally fabric. please don’t ever put him through that again.

[kxsagi]

hii are u able to do one where u share wired earbuds with rin, isagi, bachira (any other characters you’d like to do too ^^ ) and try to be sneaky by playing a love song / their fav songs but they notice or wtv

thank u !!

“𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

a/n: i love this request because it means i can show off my music taste 😼

writing about music is so fun that i included so many of them (all of them are set during a train ride home after school, where you play their favorite song and they notice)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, mikage reo, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu

isagi yoichi 𐙚 “and there was something ‘bout you that now i can’t remember�� 

you pressed play on about you by the 1975, the soft rhythm filling the air between the two of you. as the first few notes hit, you glanced over at isagi, who suddenly straightened up in surprise, a wide smile appearing on his face.

“hold on... no way. this is my favorite song,” he said, his voice almost in disbelief. "i love this band, too."

you chuckled softly, glancing out the window. “really? i didn’t know you were into this kind of music.”

isagi shrugged, clearly trying to downplay it, though his grin didn’t fade. “i have my moments. guess we have more in common than i thought.”

the song played on, the relaxed beat weaving through the train car, and you could feel the growing connection between the two of you. isagi’s gaze lingered a bit longer than usual, his earlier surprise replaced by a more comfortable, almost fond look.

“you picked it perfectly,” he added quietly, the words lingering in the space between you.

you smiled, feeling a quiet warmth bloom in your chest. “i pay attention.”

itoshi rin 𐙚 “my heart, i never be, i never see, i never know” 

you hit play on genesis by grimes, and rin’s eyes narrowed, his focus immediately snapping to the music. 

“this is my song,” he said, more to himself than to you.

you glanced over at him, trying to keep your voice casual. “i had a feeling.”

rin met your gaze, a flicker of something almost soft in his usually guarded expression. “did you? i didn’t think you’d know this song.”

“well, i’m full of surprises,” you said, giving him a playful smile.

he looked at you for a long moment, his lips curling into a rare, small smile. “i see that.”

itoshi sae 𐙚 “i’ll mean something to you” 

when you played nikes by frank ocean, you noticed sae’s reaction instantly. his usually confident demeanor seemed to shift, a soft smile creeping onto his lips as he glanced at you.

“i didn’t think you’d play this,” he said, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and admiration.

you smirked, trying to hide the excitement bubbling inside. “figured i’d try something new.”

sae leaned back, crossing his arms, but his smile never faltered. “you’ve got good taste. guess i underestimated you.”

(any frank ocean song would’ve worked honestly, especially “thinkin bout you”)

nagi seishiro 𐙚 “i could be the one” 

you pressed play on CAN’T GET OVER YOU by joji ft. clams casino, and nagi’s lazy grin instantly turned into an excited one.

“no way, i love joji,” he said, his eyes lighting up.

you couldn’t help but laugh. “i guess we have similar taste.”

nagi shrugged nonchalantly, his grin only widening. “maybe you’re not that boring after all. i’ll give you that.”

the playful jab felt oddly sweet, and as the song played, the easygoing vibe between you two shifted into something more comfortable, like the music had just brought you closer in a way that was almost effortless.

(i see all of joji’s discography with him + “nuts” by lil peep) 

shidou ryusei 𐙚 “i’ll swim down with you”

you chose cherry waves by deftones, and shidou’s expression immediately shifted from his usual cocky grin to one of genuine surprise.

“you’re playing deftones?” he said, almost in disbelief.

you smirked, crossing your arms. “you don’t think i could handle this kind of music?”

shidou laughed, but there was a new glint in his eyes, something deeper than his usual arrogance. “you’ve got taste. i’m impressed.”

the way he said it, with just the slightest shift in his tone, made you realize that there was more to him than his usual brash persona, and something about that felt like a challenge.

(he’s a playboi carti glazer too, it’s canon bc i said so and i’m muneyuki kaneshiro’s daughter/j)

chigiri hyoma 𐙚 “got me tripping, falling with no safety net” 

as the first notes of safety net by ariana grande ft. ty dolla $ign played, you saw chigiri glance at you, his eyes lighting up in recognition.

“this song?” he said, his tone full of disbelief, but there was a spark of excitement there too.

you smiled, casually leaning back. “figured you’d like it.”

chigiri raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. “guess you know me better than i thought. didn’t expect you to get it.”

catch him falling without a safety net for you.

kunigami rensuke 𐙚 “breathe out, so i can breathe you in”

you pressed play on everlong by foo fighters, and kunigami’s face lit up in recognition.

“no way... i love this song,” he said, his voice full of surprise and appreciation. "even though it got memed like crazy."

you laughed softly, glancing at him. “i figured you’d be into it.”

kunigami leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, a grin forming. “you’ve got good instincts. i wasn’t expecting that from you.”

(mmm he gives me 80’s lover vibes)

kaiser michael 𐙚 “‘cause maybe, close just isn’t close enough”

you pressed play on TBH by partynextdoor, and kaiser’s eyes widened just a bit, his posture straightening as he recognized the song.

“TBH, this is my favorite track,” he said, his tone smooth and almost appreciative.

you glanced at him, a little surprised. “i didn’t know you were into this kind of music.”

kaiser let out a soft chuckle, his gaze lingering on you with an almost teasing intensity. “i have layers, you know? i don’t just listen to whatever everyone else is playing.”

the way he said it made you feel like you’d unlocked a piece of his personality that most people didn’t get to see. “guess i’ve been underestimating you, huh?”

kaiser smirked, his eyes never leaving yours. “or maybe you’ve been paying attention more than i realize.”

bachira meguru 𐙚 “but is there something more than that?” 

the smooth, psychedelic beats of nangs by tame impala flooded your headphones, and you could see bachira’s eyes flicker in recognition. his playful grin stretched wider, and he immediately leaned toward you, his voice full of energy.

“no way, this is my song! i love this track!” he laughed, his excitement contagious.

you couldn’t help but smile at how infectious his enthusiasm was. “didn’t know you were into tame impala.”

bachira shifted in his seat, his eyes sparkling with an almost mischievous glint. “i love tame impala. i thought you’d be all into pop stuff, but... this suits you more than i expected.”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “what, you’re saying i have good taste?”

“definitely,” he replied, nudging you lightly. “you’re not just the quiet type, huh? i’m starting to think you’re way more interesting than i gave you credit for.”

mikage reo 𐙚 “all that money, the money is the motive” 

when the morning by the weeknd started playing, you noticed reo’s usual calm expression shift, his eyes softening for just a moment before he turned toward you.

“this is my favorite song,” he said, his voice a little more sincere than usual, almost like a confession.

you met his gaze with genuine surprise. “i didn’t know you liked the weeknd.”

reo shrugged slightly, running a hand through his hair. “i’ve got a few sides to me, you know?” he said with a quiet smile. “i wasn’t expecting you to pick something like this, though. it’s... unexpected.”

you tilted your head, curious. “in a good way?”

“yeah,” he said, his smile deepening as he looked at you. “definitely in a good way. didn’t know you’d get me like that.”

karasu tabito 𐙚 “‘cause i don’t wanna be in love with another”

you chose heavy by the marias, and as the delicate notes drifted through the earbuds, karasu’s usual composed demeanor seemed to soften. he gave you a glance, his eyes narrowing just slightly in surprise.

“this song,” he murmured, “it’s one of my favorites.”

you turned toward him, surprised at how casually he had admitted it. “really? didn’t expect you to be into this kind of music.”

karasu shrugged, his voice softer now. “i guess there’s more to me than you think. i just don’t talk about it much.”

the way he spoke made you feel like you were seeing a side of him that few others did. it was a rare moment of vulnerability that felt oddly intimate, like the song had unlocked a part of him that was usually hidden.

“guess i’m lucky i got to hear it then,” you said, your voice quieter than usual.

karasu smiled, a rare warmth in his eyes. “you might be.”

(MARIAS LOVERS WHERE ARE YOU??? i always go back to heavy, but i also love carino, loverboy, ruthless, hush, and calling you back, but jupiter will always be my first song from them)

otoya eita 𐙚 “i don’t even wanna fuck, i just like you”

when you pressed play on lust by chase atlantic, you immediately noticed otoya's expression change. his usual teasing grin faltered for a second, replaced by a look of surprise.

“wait, you’re playing this?” he asked, his voice low, clearly impressed.

you raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your own amusement. “you don’t like it?”

otoya shook his head, a playful smile forming. “i love it... i just didn’t think you’d be into this kind of stuff. and now you’re playing it? well, i must say i’m intrigued.”

you leaned closer, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze. “you think i’m too predictable?”

he chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. “not anymore. guess you’ve got more to you.”

(i also see justin timberlake and bruno mars on his playlist. fetty wap or any JBL speaker music works too)

yukimiya kenyu 𐙚 “merci beaucoup, just like moulin rouge”

you pressed play on sandman by a$ap rocky, the deep bass vibrating through the headphones. when yukimiya’s eyes flickered toward you, you could see the surprise in his gaze.

“this song... no way,” he said, his tone slightly incredulous.

you smirked, looking up at him. “i thought you’d like it.”

yukimiya tilted his head, his usually carefree expression turning into something more serious. “you picked this for me? didn’t know you were so good at reading people.”

you shrugged nonchalantly. “guess i’ve been paying attention.”

his smile was almost teasing, but there was an edge to it, something that made you feel like you were on the same wavelength now.

“maybe you’ll have to share more of your picks with me sometime,” he said, his voice low with a challenge. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[merlucide]

COUPLE COSTUMES W/ BLLK BOYS!

notes: ITS HALLOWEEN!! yippee!! Trying out a different style ig so??

characters: Shidou, Bachira, Isagi, Reo, Sendou, Rin, Aiku

warnings: fem!reader, can be read as Gn! Tho:) flirting in aiku’s! light cursing

SHIDOU RYUSEI 

angel + devil

Can’t go wrong with this classic! Ryusei is the one who suggested this costume, saying “Babe you’ve already got the horns sooo,” you smacked him for that. Though you did wear the devil costume while he went as the angel. Which it was a bit funny because it’s the total opposite of you two. You both ran around in the dark crowded streets, without a care in the world. Iconic, I fear.

BACHIRA MEGURU

Stitch + Angel (Lilo + Stitch)

Bachira has ALWAYS dressed up for Halloween, in fact, skipping out would be a crime! He loves animated movies and Lilo + Stitch was like a comfort movie to him. You both ordered the onsies a size to big so you guys would be drowning in it. You guys got a couple strange looks while out trick-or-treating by some younger kids. One kid told you guys “You’re too old for trick-or-treating!” To which your stubborn boyfriend’s response was “Nuh uh!”They were just jealous that your costumes were better 😘

ISAGI YOICHI

Bo Peep + Woody (Toy Story)

He wasn’t really planning on dressing up, maybe going as men in black but that’s as creative Yoichi gets. So you obviously decided the costumes, which had his mom fawn at how cute you both were (thanks Mrs Isagi!). You looked all darlin’ in your big hoop skirt and bonnet, and Yoichi in his cow print vest and signature cowboy hat. For pictures, he was stiff as a board—but we still love him!

MIKAGE REO

Victor + Emily (Corpse Bride)

Now Reo is 101% onboard for couple costumes. Are you kidding me?! It’s his DREAM.(ahem, following behind winning the World Cup and a few other things, but yk) And Reo, being the romantic that he is, adored the costume idea the second you suggested it! He stayed perfectly still while you applied some eyeliner and contoured his face, watching you with a soft blush. He is absolutely mesmerized at your costume, how you manage to pull of anything never fails to amaze him. Your friends and fans blew up social media with posts about how cute you looked, calling it “couple goals!”

SENDOU SHUTO

Wanda + Cosmo (Fairly OddParents)

Now, Sendou was against the idea, saying “…yeah that’s.. neat… but I’d look cooler as like a knight yk?”. To which you retorted with how it’s perfect for the two of you! So, a few fairly oddparents episodes later, and a bit of buttering him up, he agreed. And he ended up loving it! Feels a bit embarrassed about the fairy wings n all, but anything for his baby!

ITOSHI RIN

Robin + Starfire (DC titians)

The second you said “Couple Costume” Rin immediately shut you down. He loves you, really he does—just maybe not enough to torture himself in a cheesy Spirit Halloween costume. Oh… shit- well, maybe he does… He caved in but refused, REFUSED to wear the Teen Titans version, only the Nightwing one. He needs to look cool at least okay?? Thinks you look real pretty in your costume, maybe he’ll tell you, maybe he won’t. 🤭

OLIVER AIKU

Cat + Mouse

Yes it’s basic, but it’s cute, okay? Or it just works with the dynamic.. shh! The costume was his idea, if you couldn’t have figured it out. He had other ideas, that were, um, less appropriate. sir this is a Halloween party, not the strip club. He calls you his “little mouse” all night, along with plenty of lewd n’ crude, flirty remarks designed to get you flustered. But oh, how the tables turn when you make a bold, sneaky move to catch him off guard. Now you can smirk and say, “What? Cat got your tongue?”

FEEDBACK ALWAYS APPRECIATED!!

made October 31st 2024

[imraespace]

SLEEPING OVER ! - having a sleepover with them

THIS includes : fanfiction genre: fluff, crack NOTE: a sneaky break from writing rin shshshs

PAIRINGS: ISAGI, NAGI WORD COUNT: 1.3k, 1.3k, (2.6k in total)

ISAGI YOICHI sleepover during a storm.

"Are you sure your parents are okay with this?"

Your words caught Yoichi off guard, too deep into his snack, the sudden voice broke his concentration.

The couple was currently out on a date and the sudden thought came into Yoichi's mind,

"Wanna sleep over tonight?"

"Huh?"

It was most certainly out of the blue, but who are you to turn down your boyfriend? You agreed to his proposal but no matter how many times he tells you that it will be okay, that thought in the back of your head can't seem to leave you alone.

Your worried face came into his view as he looked up from his snack to focus on you. The afternoon sun made home onto your face, blinding you a bit but it didn't bother you that much it seems. Before, you two were taking strolls here and there during the day but decided to take a rest at the local park, not many children were around anyways.

In your point of view, his half-eaten popsicle came into your field of vision, causing you to look up and was greeted with his comforting smile.

"Of course they will be okay with it, I already told them about you maybe once or twice.."

"You did!?" You blurted out.

You heard a small laugh coming from the male in front of you as your cheeks grew a bit warm from embarrassment.

"You're worried over my parents, have you told yours?" He asked.

Oh right..

"I.. forgot.. They would be okay with it anyways.. if I lie." You confessed, muttering the last part.

"Huh?"

"Nothing.."

He stared at you for a bit, taking in the small moment. His eyes shifted to the phone in your hand, watching as you searched for your mother's contact.

To pass time, Yoichi checked his phone as well and noticed a notification from his mother.

[4:09 P.M.] there are mentions of a storm soon, please come home soon!

A storm? He thought about it for a bit then turned to face you.

"There's a storm coming." You brought up, catching him off guard.

"Did you read my mind?"

"Huh?" You looked over at your boyfriend, accidentally locking eyes with him.

"No, my mom just told me." You simply said.

"Same with mine, can you come over?"

You nodded at his words but then dropped some news.

"She told me to not come home right now, she's scared I might get caught up in the storm.." You muttered, causing Yoichi's eyebrow to raise in confusion.

"Does she not know that you won't have any clothes?" He asked.

"..I told her I'm going over to a friend."

"..."

You huffed at his silence, rolling your eyes and then looked up at the sky.

"You think she will let me go if I told her it was a boy? And on the same day as well?"

"Well.." He muttered, having nothing to back him up.

"I can go, that's all that matters, right?"

"I mean, yeah.. But next time don't lie to your mom!"

"Yeah okay, I won't."

He, too, looked up at the sky, noticing that the afternoon sun that rested on your face is now slowly being blocked by gray clouds.

"Shall we go?" He asked.

You nodded at his words, gathering your belongings with the help of the boy beside you, mostly him taking everything.

Soon, you both made it to his house and his parents were the first thing you were greeted with as soon as you entered the household. You took in the shocked expressions and then Yoichi got to work explaining everything.

In the end, they were okay with it and warmly welcomed you in, sadly it was all covered up by the gloomy weather.

.

.

.

And now here you are, in the middle of a thunderstorm in your boyfriend's room. You stared out of the window, watching the raindrops forcefully make their way onto it, all to just slide down to the bottom.

The opening of a door broke you out of your zone as your head turned in the direction and saw Yoichi entering with a few clothes in his hand.

"I got some of my clothes from the clean laundry, you can use them for the night." He said, walking up to you and shifted his eyes on the window besides you.

You took the items out of his hand, staring at them for a bit then back up at him.

"Thanks Yoi, if you don't mind, I'll get dressed now." You muttered, with a small smile.

He nodded at your words, taking it as a sign to give you privacy and left the room. As soon as the door closed, you walked up to his bed and placed the clothes on it then began removing yours.

Placing the clothes over your body, the thoughts flew in. Every time you think about using his clothes, it always ignites you all over your body. It's not the first time, but the feeling will never die down, no matter how many times, it just grows.

The sound of the rain banging on the roof grew louder with every raindrop, deafening you from everything else. Storms are comforting in a way, the coldness and the sound lulls you to sleep, but this storm.. seems to be a bit different.

As soon as you pulled his hoodie over your head, the power went out, leaving you in complete darkness.

"..Hello?"

You asked out as if someone would respond. You blinked a few times, trying to adjust your eyes in the darkness but then thunder was heard, causing a small yelp to leave your mouth.

"Y/n?" You heard from outside the door.

As soon as you heard the familiar voice you ran up to the door, feeling for the knob and finally opened it. You were then greeted with a figure that resembles your boyfriend.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah.." You muttered.

He sighs out a small smile understanding the situation and grabbed your hand, guiding you towards his bed. He sits you down, placing himself beside you, and then reached out for his blanket, wrapping it around you both.

Another thunder was heard, followed by a flash of lightning, scaring you yet again and this time you grabbed onto your Yoichi, shoving your face into his chest.

He wrapped an arm around you as the other holds a flashlight he brought in and decided to turn it on. The sound of the click caused you to peek out, noticing the small light in his hand.

Still, no matter what, you refuse to let go of the boy, resting your face back into the comfort of his chest. He placed the flashlight at the end of his bed and wrapped both arms around you, covering your ears using his slightly larger frame, and slightly tighten his grip around you for comfort.

.

.

The storm grew louder, no signs of dying down anytime soon. As the raindrops filled his ears, he slowly put force onto you, guiding your back onto the soft mattress and rested your head onto his pillow. He shifted his body a bit, looking down at you and made out your relaxed expression and chest slowly rising and falling.

He stared at you, there was no need to protect you from the storm, yet he felt the need to hold on, stay close and cover your ears. Even though his ears are still filled with the raging storm, staring at you gave him a peace of mind, lulling him to sleep. Soon you both were wrapped together, no longer bothered by the storm.

The forgotten flashlight in the background, the beating of the raindrops on the window, and flashes from lightning filled the small bedroom yet the couple rested comfortably in each other's hand, peacefully snoring away.

NAGI SEISHIRO playing video games with him.

".. You're going to die.. moron.."

You heard for the umpteenth time. You let out a sigh, groaning on your boyfriend's bed.

You stared at the back of his gaming chair, wishing he could magically witness your boredom and annoyance behind him, but sadly his headphones were on..

"Why invite me over if you're gonna play with your online friends.." You muttered, glaring daggers at the back of his head.

Yet again, you rolled over on his bed, burying your face in the blanket, and let out another sigh. During your wallowing moment, your ears perked up at the sound of his chair shifting.

You stole a peak, checking to see what happened this time and saw his fist up in the air? Ah wait, he's playing with his friends, he probably won the game..

But what catches you off guard is him actually turning to face you with his signature blank stare, yet this one hid something.. His eyes lingered on your frame, taking in your slumped mood.

"Y/N.. come here for a second.." He muttered.

"Hm?" The sudden request, yet the first one for the night made you waste no time following his words, pushing yourself up and off the bed and slowly making your way towards him.

He stood up from his chair, disconnected his headphones from the PC, and grabbed your arm.

"What are you doing?" You asked yet still gave him permission.

He guided you to sit on his chair leaving you even more confused as to what he's trying to do here. He spun the chair, making you face the PC.

"I'm gonna teach you how to play league.."

"HUH?!"

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This.. isn't your first time experiencing this, in fact this isn't the first time Seishiro insisted on teaching you how to play his favorite games, but you always turn down League of Legends, only because..

"This game is too hard to learn! The controls are so different and what do you mean the characters have their own difficulty level.."

"Stop the complaining.. you'll understand it. Promise."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his pinky. Using the chair, you turned to face him with a small pout and locked pinkies but seeing your expression, he took his large hands and squished your cheeks.

"Don't pout, it will be fun."

"Okay fine.."

His hands left your face and then pointed towards the screen.

"Choose your champion."

"Erm.."

Seems like a hard decision.. and he noticed your hesitation.

"If you wanna, I can show you the easiest ones."

"Please do that.."

With the guidance given, you were able to choose a champion called,

"Vex it is, are you ready?"

"Sure.." You muttered.

You heard movements from behind and then you felt his presence, leaning onto the chair, hand reaching out to guide you but then you heard a huff from him.

"What's wrong?" You asked him.

"This chair is gonna get in my way.."

You looked up, noticing his gloomy expression and then the obvious idea popped up in your head.

"Well then.." You started, standing up and invited him to sit.

"You'll simply become my seat!"

"Oh, that's smart."

And so, he sat on the chair and invited you into his lap.

"Now this would be easier.." He muttered, pulling you both up closer to the desk and started back his teaching. But, you were so eager to invite him on the chair, that you realized how much closer he is now. So much for teaching you, you're barely gonna pay attention..

With his body so much closer this time, pressed up against you, hands over yours, guiding you and teaching you the controls, the only thing you got out of his so-called teaching is nothing but misery..

But slowly, you ignored the warm feeling, realizing why he always seemed so angry while playing this game..

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.

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After the entertaining teachings, he decided to let you play your first match, with his online friends who had no clue who you even were. You let him do his thing, switched the tab onto Discord, and messaged in his group chat, all while you slowly died every time he leaned in closer and closer.

Just then, the signature discord ringtone was heard, causing you to look up at the screen and stay quiet, deciding that Sei should take control now.

"What's with the sudden call, didn't you log out first?" His friend asked.

To be honest, this is the first time you've even heard them.

"Yeah, but I need you all to hop on league again." Your boyfriend confessed.

"Why?" Another one asked out.

"I'm teaching my girlfriend how to play."

After that bomb drop the call went dead silent.

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"Hello?"

"What girlfriend?" One of them joked.

"My girlfriend? The one that's here right now.." Seishiro muttered.

"..Wait really?"

"Y/N.." He softly said, giving you the go-sign to finally speak.

"Um.. I'm here.."

And then yet again, a silent call.

"Can we just play..?" Sei asked.

"Oh, yeah sure."

So now, finally with a team acquired, Seishiro switched back to the game, waiting for his friends to join the lobby.

"Y/N are you ready?" He asked behind you, tilting his head towards the side to view your current expression.

"I think so.."

You couldn't see, but Seishiro held a small smile on his face, wrapping his arms around your stomach and resting his chin on your head, taking in the moment of you finally playing one of his favorite games.

He thought of you bonding with his online friends but as soon as the match started, there wasn't much bonding happening..

"Welcome to summoner's rift."

You heard, and you did just as what you were told before. Your teammates made their way to their own lanes as you made your way to mid-lane.

Slowly getting through with the minions, you met the other team's mid-laner and the chaos started, as in you died.

"What the.."

"It's okay.."

Yeah, it is.. You told yourself, pouting a bit.

Here you are again, this time you started the fight! Then died.

"..It's okay," Seishiro told you, again.

This time, his hands reached up for the mouse, placing his palm over yours and guiding your movements.

"Let's play together." He said, cheering up your gloomed mood.

"Yes please.."

Soon, the game went your way and you actually began to enjoy it. His friends, your teammates, had some words to say here or there but without Seishiro getting the say in, you talked back. Soon.. you started sounding like your boyfriend.

The way you glared at him as he bad-mouthed his teammates or cursed randomly when he died, here you are doing the exact same thing with Seishiro behind, following your same actions.

He removed his hands, letting you take the lead, and placed them back on your stomach, leaning into you as he took in the game in front of him.

Without his help, being so deep into the match, and bossing around your teammates, you won your first match ever!

Your bright smile made its way onto your face and with that, you shifted in his lap and gave him a big hug.

"Can we play again? This time I want you as my teammate." You confessed.

"We can.. You need your own account."

"I'll make one."

And with that, the night ended with you becoming a secret league player and Seishiro buying you skins for Vex and other champions you've never played, but only mentioned them once or twice.

"I had no clue your girlfriend was bossy.."

"That sucks for you." Seishiro joked, in his own way. You flashed him your bright smile as you sat on his bed, using his laptop to look through whatever skins he got you. He turned back to his monitor and simply said,

"She's not even mean.."

"Yeah right."

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[yvesssssssss]

hey ...gulps...heh got this crazy idea where Sakamoto days men (shin, nagumo...idk who else anyone) go for a mission maybe for sum months with their girlfriend n they come back w a whole ass baby?????(3!_!# love ur writing btw☺️☺️🥳🥳🌅🙇🏻‍♀️

Sakamoto days men coming home with a baby..

Thankyou so much!!>⩊< i hope you lyk it!!

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Nagumo Yoichi

You hadn’t seen him in three months.

You kept your cool at first. After all, he was on a mission—long-term infiltration, Sakamoto said. "Nagumo’ll be back when he’s back," he told you, munching chips like it was nothing.

So you waited. Painted the living room. Reorganized the kitchen. Took up knitting. Cried a little into a stuffed alpaca he won you last year.

Then one day, you hear a key turn in the lock.

You bolt up from the couch, halfway between yelling at him and tackling him—and then you freeze.

Nagumo Yoichi, King of Chaos, saunters in like he never left. His coat’s a little scuffed, sunglasses on indoors like an idiot, and strapped to his chest is…

“…Yo,” he says, lifting his hand casually. “Guess who’s a dad now?”

You blink. Hard. “Is that a baby?”

“Yup. Pretty sure.”

“…Why?”

He shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Mission went sideways. Baby’s mom was a target, turned out she was innocent. Long story short, I uh… may have promised not to let the kid end up in the system.”

The baby—chubby-cheeked, yawning, dressed in a pastel strawberry onesie—blinks up at you with round eyes.

“Nagumo,” you say slowly, “you’ve been gone for three months and come home with a baby strapped to your chest.”

“Technically, he clung to me. You should’ve seen the way he latched onto my coat. Cute little parasite.” He grins.

You stare at him. The baby burps.

Nagumo tilts his head. “So, uh… can we keep him?”

You: “WHAT—”

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Shin Asakura

You were doing the dishes when the knock came. It wasn’t even dramatic. Just three soft taps, and then the door creaked open.

You dried your hands and turned the corner—then stopped dead in your tracks.

“Shin?”

He looked exactly like he did three months ago. Tired. Ruffled hair. That guilty, wide-eyed expression he always wore after getting caught snacking at midnight. But this time, he had a baby cradled in his arms. A real one. With soft, dark hair and the world’s tiniest sock hat.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Shin panicked first.

“I KNOW HOW THIS LOOKS.”

“…Do you?”

“It’s not what it looks like!! Okay okay okay listen—I was supposed to evacuate this research compound, but there was a childcare wing because of some scientist’s kid, and I didn’t realize there was a baby hiding under the desk and then he just—he started crying and I was the only one who could calm him down and I tried to leave him with an agent but he screamed and they told me to just—keep him?? And now I’ve memorized his bottle schedule and I haven’t slept in 76 hours—”

You blink.

He breathes hard.

The baby coos in his arms.

“…He likes your voice,” you murmur, dazed.

Shin looks down like he just remembered he's holding a baby. “He also likes the Naruto opening songs. Which is… weirdly specific.”

You’re quiet for a moment.

Then: “Did you bring diapers?”

“…No.”

You sigh, already grabbing your keys.

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Gaku

It’s almost midnight when he shows up.

You hear his heavy boots first—scuffed, stomping up the stairs. You rise from the couch just as he slides the door open with his foot.

And there he is. Gaku, messy as ever, hoodie stained, wild hair even worse than usual.

He’s holding a child.

A toddler, technically. Maybe two or three years old. Grubby cheeks, messy bangs, and a permanent scowl that matches his exactly.

You stare.

The toddler stares back.

Gaku grins. “Hey babe. Look what followed me home.”

You blink. “…Why does he look like you?”

“Right? That’s what I said!”

“…Gaku.”

“What?”

“What. Happened.”

“Okay so the mission was supposed to be just recon, right? But turns out there was this war orphan sneaking through the compound—kept stealing rations, sneaky little gremlin—and one night he bit me. So I bit him back. Now he won’t leave me alone.”

You just blink again. “You bit… a child?”

“He started it.”

You inhale. Deep. Controlled. “And now?”

Gaku shrugs, like it’s obvious. “Guess I’m his dad or something.”

The child sneezes. Then tries to kick Gaku in the shin.

Gaku snickers. “He’s got spirit.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Do you even know his name?”

“Yeah! I think. Pretty sure it’s Tora. Or maybe that was the dog. Either way, we vibe.”

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Natsuki Seba

You were just finishing your nightly skincare routine when you heard the sound of a cabinet slamming. At first, you thought it was a burglar. You grabbed a spatula.

Instead, you found Natsuki in the kitchen.

With a baby in his arms.

And powdered formula all over the counter.

And flour. And egg yolk. And the faint smell of burnt croissants.

He looked at you like a deer in headlights. “I—I can explain.”

You crossed your arms.

He looked down at the baby, who was snuggled in a dish towel with bunny ears.

“Okay maybe I can’t explain, but I’m trying. There was a bakery next to the mission site. I was buying flour. The owner was in trouble. There was a fire. A getaway. And then someone handed me the baby and said ‘Protect him with your life,’ and now he only stops crying when I hum recipes at him—”

“Recipes?”

“…Mostly sponge cakes.”

The baby yawned and gripped his apron with a tiny hand.

“I made a makeshift bottle,” he whispered, “and I think I cried more than the baby did.”

You stepped forward and placed a hand on his back.

“…We’re keeping him,” you said softly.

Natsuki blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Only because he already knows your voice. And because he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” You pause. “Besides you.”

He flushed pink to his ears.

Then the baby spit up all over his collar.

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"I can do it. I can walk without looking back."

You raise an eyebrow. "Really? You’re saying you’d succeed where Orpheus failed? A challenge even Hades himself admits he would've failed to do?” With a smug smile he replies, "Absolutely. I trust you more than he trusted Eurydice."

You burst out laughing at the sudden serious tone, but he's already taking the challenge to heart.

The two of you set up the rules: he will walk ahead, and you’ll follow silently, just like Orpheus and Eurydice. At first, he seemed confident, each step without falter, calling back to you playfully. "Don’t worry! I’ve got this!"

But as the silence stretches on, his steps slow. You could see his shoulders tense slightly as they fight the temptation to turn around.

"You’re still there, right?" He called out, trying to sound casual. "I don’t know, am I?" you reply teasingly.

He laughs nervously but don’t turn around. For a moment, it seems like he might actually pull it off. Then you notice it, the slightest tilt of his head, the quick dart of his eyes to the side, catching your reflection in a shop window.

You grin.

"You looked!"

"No, I didn’t!"

"Yes, you did. I saw that sneaky little glance!"

He stops walking, spinning around fully now, their expression a mix of guilt and amusement. "Okay, maybe I peeked. But only to make sure you weren’t plotting something."

"Like what?" you say, smirking. "I don’t know! Running off to join Hades…maybe..."

After a few more attempts (and even more laughter), he finally admits defeat. "Fine, maybe I’m no better than Orpheus.”

"Actually, I think you’re a little better," you say, stepping closer. "Oh yeah? Why’s that?"

"Because when you turned around, it wasn’t because you doubted me. It was because you cared. You love me!"

He lets out a soft chuckle, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Leave it to you to make my failure sound poetic."

"Hey, we just watched Hadestown. I’m inspired."

As you continue walking, side by side this time, he claims to try again someday. But for now, he's content holding your hand and making sure you’re always in sight.

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[tatsumessy]

hii if you have time could you do a head canon about blue lock men( the itoshi brothers, nagi.. etc.) having a game and suddenly there is the kiss cam pointing to their s/o and a random person??

Have a Great day ❤️

itoshi sae

don’t get him started.

he really wouldn’t care because he knows your his and that he’s yours.

but if he was to give a reaction he’d do it to the cameraman for even having the audacity to point the camera in his girls way. and with a guy who looked like that.

he’d laugh, because why would you downgrade from him to THAT?!?!

condescending is all i’m going to say.

itoshi rin

now you remember in that one episode where rin kicked the two balls and made them hit each other?

well he’d kick the ball to where it would hit the camera ultimately breaking it.

he’s possessive and doesn’t play that shit.

he doesn’t like that the cameraman would even assume that you and that random man were together.

rin and sae are basically the same but rin would actually do something.

he wouldn’t lay his hands on anybody but ifykyk

nagi seishiro

he wouldn’t care because he’d be to into the game

but he’d definitely notice and do something afterwards.

like when you are waiting for him outside the stadium where all the paparazzi was waiting for the players to come out

he’d walk over to you and grab you by your chin pulling you in for a long passionate kiss.

he makes sure to do it infront of the cameras so they know that you are his girlfriend.

even though they could careless about who you were but yk nagi thinks that everyone wants you. (obviously they do.)

isagi yoichi

isagi i feel like he’d laugh awkwardly not knowing what to do.

like at first he’d see you in the big screen but once he sees the kissing cam border his face drops instantly

he halfheartedly hopes you don’t give in to everyone and kiss him but then he tells himself that he needs to trust you which he does because he watched as you poke the guy in his eye for leaning in to close to you.

he’d then laugh so loud you could heard him from the field.

bachira meguru

now this baby when he sees this doesn’t like it

but you don’t know that.

he’s so sneaky he’d make his way up to the crowd and while the cameraman is waiting for you two to kiss you were suddenly grabbed out your seat

bachira had come to give you the kiss to which the crowd erupted into loud cheers.

he then glared at the guy for even looking in your direction which caused you to laugh

[o-sachi]

Rose Colored Boy - Punk Rock Band AU

ଳ Punk Rock Band AU! Michael Kaiser Route - older brother's best friend ଳ tags; lead guitarist! kaiser, isagi's sis! reader, college au, fluff, afab reader, no y/n

Part One: Still Into You 5.7k words

There was something alluring about starting from a clean slate. Without any threads of the past holding you down, it makes it feel as if you could be anyone and that you could do anything. That’s exactly what this new chapter of your life has to offer. You were certain that college would be the ultimate turning point.

It’s not like you had any bad habits—unless being stuck in your safety bubble would be considered one. By all means, you were comfortable with how your life was. But whenever your brother showed you how fun his life at college was, your desire for the preconcerted way of living was slowly being chipped away. 

Perhaps the unconscious longing for a different—more thrilling life—was what determined you to change your ways. But then again, the past cannot be totally left behind. It’ll always find a way to worm itself in the present.

That worm in your life happened to be your brother’s little punk rock band.

Well… to be fair, they’re not as little as they used to be when they started in their high school years. You’ve heard the talk around the campus, but DEVOUR’s a pretty big deal now. And that’s exactly the problem. It would have been fine if it was just your brother—no way of avoiding him. But the rest of the band? You had history with them and it was highly likely that you’d have to encounter them A LOT.

Of course, there was also the thing about him.

Who would’ve known they would cause you more problems than one? When Yoichi dropped the bomb that you’d be staying with him at his studio apartment it already gave you a huge headache. But now that you were suffering the consequences of sleeping in the room next to their designated band practice location—this was more than a mere headache. It was a real fucking nightmare.

If Yoichi thought he could placate you by soundproofing the practice room, well, he’s dead wrong. You could still hear the music, though faintly. But the real issue was all the thumping. As a light sleeper, it was nothing short of torture for you. 

Although, it did come as a shock when the disturbance eventually died down. You were expecting them to go at it until the wee hours of the morning. But it was good to know that they still had some sense in them. Checking your phone on the nightstand, it was around 11 PM. Not too bad.

You close your eyes and let sleep overcome you. Lately, your dreams have been about college. Even your subconscious was brimming with excitement. Tonight was supposed to be one of those dream-filled-deep-sleep kind of nights. But not even an hour later, you were awoken in the worst way possible.

You were sure something made its way in your room because how else would you explain the thing that just slammed into you—knocking the fucking air outta your lungs? You didn’t even stir when the door open and closed. But as you looked to your side, you could make it out in the darkness—an unfamiliar figure lying next to you with an arm draped over you.

Of course, most people’s first instinct would be to scream. And boy, did you scream like a banshee. Unfortunately, your room wasn’t soundproofed so Yoichi, who’s room was next to yours, was alarmed. Your door swung open, letting the light from the common room filter into your darker one. Yoichi stood by the door, groggy and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What happened?” he asked, a bit too calmly for someone who just heard their sister scream bloody murder.

You wondered how he hasn’t noticed the hulking figure next to you until you realized that the sneaky bastard hid themself under the covers, blending in with the pillows. Now, how were you going to respond to his question? On one hand, you were fucking disoriented by the issue at hand. On another, it wouldn’t look good if you somehow had a person in your bed literally the first day you moved in.

You had your suspicions about who it might be, but even then, it was still a questionable position to be in.

“Uh… I think a cockroach landed on me or something,” you lied. Gulping down the guilt, you hoped that he’d go back to his room. Then, you felt a sharp poke to your side causing you to yelp.

Yoichi sighs, unamused. “Seriously. Do you want me to help you kill it or what?”

“No! No… um… I’ll be fine.” Poke. “Eurgh… I mean, sorry to wake you up.” Poke. Poke. Poke. You weren’t even sure why you were covering up for this annoying asshole. But whoever this was, they kept poking at your side, trying to elicit another reaction. Clearly, they were getting a kick out of messing with you. Jerk.

Your brother nods, displeased at waking up for nothing. “Weirdo. Alright, I’ll spray some insect killer in here tomorrow or something.”

With that, Yoichi was finally gone and so was your fear of getting caught. But there was still a pressing issue. Hearing the door click shut, you immediately stood up and stomped your way to the light switch. It took you a while to adjust to the sudden brightness. Things were blurry for a moment, but you were certain about what was right in front of you.

Oh… you were so damn sure who it was.

The tips of his hair were now colored and he had a massive tattoo that ran from his neck and down his arm. Sure, he was more muscular than the last time you saw him. But despite all that, you were sure. There was no mistaking that it was him.

Him. The thread of the past that threatened to hold you back. You couldn’t put a finger exactly on your relationship. Perhaps you were close before, but did those sentiments survive the test of time?

It was none other than (your sworn love of your life at the age of 12), Michael fucking Kaiser.

“So I’m a cockroach now huh?” At least the cocky smile of his hasn’t changed a bit. You’d know because you’ve seen it a million times before. It was the same kind of smile he’d have while teasing you all those years ago.

You crossed your arms, glaring at him for the stunt he pulled earlier. “You’re worse than a cockroach; that’s for sure.”

“You’re saying you’d rather sleep beside a roach than me?”

Yes, you answer in your head. But your honest answer will only serve to inflate his already gigantic ego. “Enough of that—what are you even doing here?”

He laughs a bit. Kaiser found this strange reunion quite fun. “I crash here sometimes after practice and I may have forgotten that Yoichi’s little sister was moving in today.”

The intruder seemed way too relaxed on the bed as he propped himself up on his elbow. The cocky smile morphed into a lazy grin as he continued to look at you.

Somehow your annoyance melted away. You were reminded of all the times he’d stay at your house for hours on end. As a kid, you thought nothing of it. In fact, you were jealous of how permissive his parents were. You’d have to go through a whole spiel just to get your parents to agree for you to join your friends at the park—while Kaiser was allowed to stay and sleep all the time at your house.

But growing up, realizations were made and maybe it wasn’t something to be jealous of.

You took a few steps over to the bed, still with your arms crossed. As serious as you made yourself out to be, he only found it endearing.

“Don’t you have a place to stay at? Like a dorm on campus?”

The concern in your voice puzzled you a bit. Even though he was a pain in the ass, you cared for him regardless. The way his smile disappeared heightened your worries.

“I could go back to my place with my parents…” he muses while lying flat on his back. “But you know… practice drains me so it’s better if I can pass out in the room nearby.”

He could play it cool all he wants, but the way his voice and expression changed couldn’t fool you. There was no need to pry in his personal business. If he wanted to tell you the truth—he would. “You can take the couch… I’m sure Yoichi won’t mind.”

A smile returns to his features, albeit a smaller (less cocky) one. “The question is—would YOU mind?”

Right. Well, you may have had a crush on him for all these years since you were in middle school and high school. And you may have wished that he would stop seeing you as his best friend’s little sister. Aaaand you may have promised yourself that you would end this little crush of yours in college—even if you happen to stumble upon him.

Which you did and it just so happens that you encountered him in your bed of all places.

When he and Yoichi graduated from high school and went on to go to university, you haven’t seen Kaiser since. You haven’t heard from him except from the little snippets Yoichi would tell you about his band.

So you were sure that your feelings had faded along with his memory. But then why is your heart still beating so fast? Why couldn’t you take your eyes off of him?

You chalked it up to the earlier adrenaline of having some unknown presence break into your room. But now that the presence is known… Why do you still feel so nervous?

The simple and glaringly obvious answer was: you still liked him. A lot, to be exact. But you wouldn’t let yourself admit that. Despite pining after him all these years, you were aware of how much it hurt. It pained you to know that he’ll always see you as his best friend’s little sibling. And now seeing him with his new appearance—tatted and in a punk rock band…  you were certain that he had no slim pickings when it came to women.

Once more, you felt the familiar pang of disappointment in your chest. But above all that—you couldn’t deny that he mattered to you.

“No… I don’t really mind. The couch is yours for all I care.”

Kaiser sits up straight, still keeping his gaze fixed on you. “Sweet. You’re the best.”

The best huh? It was like a knot had formed in your stomach at his words. Dropping your arms to your sides, you gave him a tristful look in exchange. So many thoughts ran rampant in your head that it barely registered to you that he had already dragged himself out of your bed and was now standing in front of you.

He still towered over you like before. Did he always go to band practice shirtless or was God messing with you right now by shoving this awful coincidence at your face (quite literally). A cold sweat ran down your spine as his scent permeated your nose. His presence alone was intoxicating.

Kaiser placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair a bit. “Good night then. I’ll see you in the morning.”

With one last smile, he was gone the same way he went in. He was even kind enough to switch the lights off for you. 

Like a drain, the thoughts that had swirled in your mind slowly vanished. Out of sight, out of mind—you figured. You slowly got back into bed, pulling the covers just below your chin. Your fingers bunched the fabric tightly enough that your knuckles went white.

You could finally sleep… but maybe in a few more minutes because now you have to deal with your covers smelling like him.

— — — — —

“I told you she was moving in yesterday. Is your head full of air or what?”

“I just fucking forgot. Get off my ass will you?”

“For fuck’s sa—Hey, morning.”

You weren’t sure what they were mumbling about. You weren’t the most coherent after waking up. Though, this did feel like a familiar scene. You, waking up later than usual—still yawning with eyes half-lidded—while your brother and his best friend were already at the table eating breakfast. And most often than not, they’re going to be arguing about something stupid.

“Morning, Yoichi… Morning, Michael.”

“Heh, you must’ve slept well. You still got marks all over your face from the sheets,” he teased. 

Kaiser was only met by a scoff. “Shut up.”

You made a beeline for the fridge, grabbing a carton of milk then making a bowl of cereal. Sitting at the table, you began to eat quietly from across them. 

“So,” Yoichi starts. “I have something important to talk with you about

Your brow quirked, piqued by your brother’s sudden shift to seriousness. “What?”

He sighs, seemingly frustrated about the impending discussion. “I’ll be straight to the point. Can this fool stay with us? Like on the couch?”

Your chewing slowed, eventually coming to a complete halt. “You mean like… indefinitely? I thought he had a place to stay though?”

Yoichi glared at the man next to him, confirming your suspicions that perhaps the things he said last night weren’t factual at all. Was he occasionally crashing here or did he actually live here? Kaiser simply held his hands up in defense, an uneasy smile to boot.

“I don’t know what this idiot told you but he’s been living with me since we got here,” Yoichi explains. You drop your spoon in your bowl causing a bit of milk to splash out. This was the first that you heard of this arrangement.

“But… does Mom know about this? There wasn’t even any sign of anyone else living here with you?”

“Nah, she doesn’t know,” Kaiser coolly replies. “Plus, all my stuff’s in a duffle bag and some of it’s in the band room. It’d be a hassle to put away all my stuff when your parents visit.”

You should have been worried about a plethora of other things, but for some reason, all you could think about was why he had to live with your brother. Just what is going on in his life?

You cleared your throat. “Are you freeloading off of my brother?”

“Ouch. Do you really think I’d do such a thing? Don’t worry. I have a part-time job so I can pay half of the rent.”

Half? For a studio apartment? Whatever part-time job he has—it definitely pays well. You could see why Yoichi would agree to it and halving the expenses was cheaper than getting a dorm. Seeing as how he’s diligent about their living situation and Yoichi isn’t refuting his claims… you feel oddly calm about it. Besides, you were sure that your parents would be fine. It’s not that different from when he’d sleep over at your house when you three were younger… right?

You scold yourself internally for being so chill about this. You were too accepting of his presence. Bad habits die hard it seems. 

But the discussion wrapped up quickly and not long after that—the two men were already deep into their discussion of the band. Yoichi and Kaiser are like the heart and mind of the band after all. This was originally their dream and somehow they roped in other guys to be a part of it. You’d never admit it to them, but you were proud of how far they’ve come.

Once you finished your breakfast, you stood to wash the dishes while they were already heading for the door.

“Hey. Come to the freshman party later. We’ll be playing and you need to watch or else I’m telling Mom.”

Kaiser chimes in. “There’s going to be a surprise too~”

Not a hint of trustworthiness could be seen in that mischievous smile of his. You had your hunch on what that surprise might be.

“I swear if you shout me out I will ignore you for the rest of the year.”

“Heh. No promises! But you should still come, alright? I’ll be waiting for you~” “I’m fucking serious. Don’t even think abo—”

And just like that, your brother and his menace of a best friend were out the door. Seems like you have something to keep you busy tonight then. Besides… you can’t disappoint someone waiting for you, right?

An act of courtesy was all it was.

— — — — —

Even without your brother’s earlier threat, you would have still come to this party. As a matter of fact, you’ve been mentally preparing for this night for about a week now. You were dead set on mingling with your fellow freshmen, getting loose, and having the time of your life. But you weren’t expecting to be overwhelmed to such a degree. The flashing lights, the huge crowd of dancing people, and the blaring music—you’ve never seen anything like it before.

How you would even get to talk to anyone here was beyond you. But perhaps you were looking at it the wrong way. People talked with their bodies here, but you couldn’t imagine pushing yourself between them—dancing and letting that speak for yourself. 

You were getting cold feet. The urge to just turn around and leave was strong. However—as much as you loathed it—his words kept you anchored in your spot.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Sure, he was. They have a whole crowd out here; there was no way he’d be able to see you among all these people. The better part of yourself knew he was buttering you up, helping Yoichi into coaxing you to come here. But you let yourself be swayed.

Desperately, you tried to weave yourself through the throng of people blocking the path towards the stage. For a freshman party, the size of the place was impressive. Though that didn’t help when it took forever to get a good spot near the stage. If you weren’t going to socialize—might as well watch your brother and his friends perform.

You’ve mostly seen their band through videos. Whenever Yoichi sent one to your parents, they’d watch it on the living room TV. But now that you were about to see them live, the atmosphere was totally different. Maybe watching it on the TV wasn’t as excessive as you once thought.

As the DJ’s music died down, people—including you—were forced to direct the attention to the stage where they had already set up shop.

“Mic check… mic check… 1, 2, 3…”

An uncharacteristic smirk crosses your face. Your brother didn’t seem so lame when he was up front and leading the band. They were quite cool, holding their instruments and wearing black outfits with hints of red. Of course, you recognized most of them from high school, but there was a new guy sitting at the drum set.

Their last drummer was a bit of a lunatic… maybe this guy won’t be so bad.

“Alright. Sorry, Mr. DJ, but you gotta pack up ‘cuz DEVOUR is in the house.”

The crowd goes wild. If they’re this pumped—what more if they start playing? Guess Yoichi wasn’t lying when he said they were a big deal now. Even the university new bloods were howling for them.

“My name’s Isagi, your vocalist for tonight.”

“It’s Kaiser. Better keep your eyes on me, a’ight?”

“Rin.”

“Sei…I mean—Nagi… Nagi Seishirou.”

“And last but not the least! I’m Shidou Fuckin’ Ryusei. Make some noise, fuckers!”

By all means, that new drummer surely is the flashiest of the bunch. With an introduction and dramatic bow like that—there’d be no shortage of eyes staring at him all night. But, of course, your eyes immediately went to a certain tattooed man. Sure enough—Kaiser wore the (sexiest) black tank top. Of course, he did. And no, you were adamant that you were merely admiring his tattoo in its full glory. Definitely not his bulging biceps. You wouldn’t dare.

They start their set with one of their louder and faster songs. Yoichi has gotten better at singing and it never fails to amaze you how his demeanor changes once he gets ahold of a microphone. Rin and Nagi are… well, they’re still laid-back as ever. And the drummer’s really going all out. They had the crowd jumping, going wild along with the music. It was insane.

Although, one of them seemed out of it. It looked as if Kaiser was finding something amongst the crowd. His eyes darted from side-to-side in the large function hall, obviously distracted. But best believe he never missed a beat; Kaiser was as  flawless as ever. He prided himself in being an excellent performer through and through.

His hunt only ended when his eyes zeroed in on you. His expression softened—you swore it did. The corners of your mouth tugged, wanting to match the smile that was plastered on his face. You were no lip reader, but you were certain that he mouthed those words to you.

“Watch me closely, okay?”

You wondered if the words he uttered in their introduction were meant for everyone or if it was addressed to someone specifically…

Whatever—you found yourself getting lost in the rhythm of their music. Sure, you were staring at Kaiser for half of their set, but the entire band caught your attention down the line. They were really really really good. There was no stopping the amused smile from creeping on your face.

Alas, they slowed after some time, signaling that their set had ended.

“How are we doing so far?”

Your brother was met with the enthusiastic roar of the crowd. Huh… well, ain’t that neat? He flashes a grin. “How about we end the night with an encore? A cover? What do y’all say?”

Again, another wave of agreement.

Safe to say—your expectations were curbed when Kaiser gave his guitar to Yoichi and took his spot at the mic. He taps the mic once, then twice. “Yoichi, take care of my baby for me. Will you? I just have a crowd to wow right now.”

Cocky. But you had to admit—strong stage presence.

The tune started and your expression quickly changed. Seriously? Of all songs to cover… they really had to go with a song that resonated WAY TOO MUCH with you. But then again, seeing that stupid shit-eating smirk on his face tells you this was not much of a coincidence.

“Can’t count the years on one hand that we’ve been together…”

Hell, you promised that you’d start this new chapter of your life like a clean slate—nothing should be holding you back. Especially not some dumb-unreciprocated-childhood crush. But could you still call it a childhood crush at this point?

“I should be over all the butterflies, but I’m into you…”

Perhaps it was your mind playing tricks or you were actually going crazy and suffering hallucinations—but you promise that his eyes were fixed on you as he sang the lyrics. 

Well, shit.

“Yeah, after all this time… I’m still into you.”

Seems like you’re not over him at all.

At the last note of the song, the crowd cheers for them—energized even after dancing for an hour now. Kaiser flashed his million dollar smile, leaning into the microphone.

“Thank you! You’ve been an awesome crowd. Again, we’re DEVOUR.”

The crowd swoons and they bow, concluding their performance for tonight. As the other guys began walking off the stage, Kaiser quickly added one last thing.

Your heart dropped when he pointed a finger at you. “And shoutout to our first and biggest fan, Yoichi’s little sister!”

While all eyes turned to look at you, your own gaze was fixed on the infuriating man on the stage. Something about those eyes were telling you that you’ll be alright.

— — — — —

It felt strange on your walk back home. After their set, you would have never thought that you’d actually find yourself with a group of people, talking and hyping each other up for the coming semester.

Well, they did approach you because Kaiser pointed you out. But a win is a win in your book. A small part of you was thankful for him. He gave you that little nudge—the boost that you needed to jumpstart from that clean slate of yours.

As you stood at the door to the studio apartment, you could hear muffled voices coming from inside. Pushing the door, you were met with the entire band. So it seems that this isn’t just their designated practice location… but also their hang out space.

How troublesome.

Yoichi and Rin were too busy arguing about something that they failed to greet you. Kaiser was nowhere to be seen, so it was only Nagi and the drummer aware of your presence.

“Yo,” Nagi greets you.

“Hey, Sei. Nice to see you again,” you wave back. Nagi only nods. Actually, you were expecting him to drop like a fly after the taxing performance they just did. But it was a pleasant surprise to see him wide awake.

You felt the drummer’s eyes on you as you made your way inside. What was his name again? Shidou was it? 

“Uh… hey, Shidou, right?”

He grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Yeah, that would be me. You Isagi’s girl?”

That seemed to catch the attention of the two men arguing. “Dude, what the fuck.”

“Did you not hear Kaiser introduce her earlier as his sister? She’s literally an Isagi too, dumbass.”

At least Rin and Yoichi can agree on some things. 

Shidou shrugs. “Must’ve missed it ‘cuz I got off the stage first.” He sat up straighter, a determined look on his face. “In that case, can I shoot my sho—”

“Hey. Shoot your shot somewhere else, you pink haired freak.”

A familiar voice made itself known as an arm draped over your shoulders. Kaiser pulled you into his side, acting all protective. “She just got here and you’re already scaring her off.”

“Pink haired freak? We got our tips dyed together, man.”

A short “pffft” comes from Nagi.

“Besides, what gives?” Shidou asks, an eyebrow raised. “You got an arm over her. How’s that any different?”

Oh how you wished your brother would come to your rescue, but he was just sitting there—bickering with Rin again. Jesus. How do they function so well on stage, but they’re like this behind the scenes?

Kaiser scoffs. “I’ve known her even before she could walk, alright?” He sets down the can of beer he was holding on his other hand. “Anyway, I’m heading out to get some more.”

But you swore the beer can was still full with the sound it made when he set it on the table. The reason behind his lie became apparent as soon as he dragged you out of the apartment with him. 

“I can’t go out alone, can I?”

Soon as you two were out the door and out of sight of the others, he removed his arm from you. It seared where his warmth lingered. You wanted to ask why he retracted, but that was too much. Kaiser shoved his hands into his pockets and walked a few steps ahead of you.

“How was the party? Had fun?”

“It was okay,” you downplayed. “Met a couple of new people.” 

He looked back at you to see what kind of expression you were making. It was rather flat—not what he was expecting. But your outward appearance betrayed the brimming excitement that threatened to burst out your chest.

He sighed before turning to look back at the path in front of him. “Glad you did. Aren’t you forgetting something though?”

“What?”

“I dunno—maybe a ‘thank you’ for helping you out.”

“Usually people don’t ask for anything in return when they do good deeds,” you retort.

“Then what’s saying ‘thank you’ for?”

“It’s for genuine people who don’t smile cocky at you while putting you on the spot.”

— — — — —

Thankfully, the convenience store wasn’t too far away. He pulled the heavy glass door for you—the hinges of which put the doors of a bank to shame with how difficult it is to open. It sure made potential robberies difficult. The cold air of the store hit you in the face causing you to squint.

“Good evening,” says the cashier. He was probably a student at his part-time job. You could tell—not because he was young—but because he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else on the planet than behind the grimey register of the store. 

He didn’t even spare you a glance until Kaiser entered the store himself. His eyebrows raised despite his deadpan expression.

“Yo, Kaiser.”

“Hey, Raichi. Working late hours again?” he asked while making his way to the fridge.

Raichi clicks his tongue. “What’s it look like?”

The dryness in his response earned a short chuckle from Kaiser. Raichi grumbles. “Heard you guys had a set today at the freshman party.”

Kaiser surveyed the different brands of beer that stared back at him through the glass of the fridge. “Yeah. Sucks you couldn’t be there.” He opens the fridge, finally having made a decision. Although he pulls out a six-pack of the same brand he was drinking earlier.

He stops and turns to look at Raichi. “This is Yoichi’s little sister, by the way,” he says while pointing to you. Suddenly, you were obliged to wave awkwardly at the other man. The lazy look remained on his face as he nodded at you.

“Knew she looked familiar.”

You were growing concerned with how more and more people were starting to know you only as “Yoichi’s little sister” —that and how Raichi basically implied you looked like your brother.

Kaiser closed the fridge, directing your gaze back to him.

“Why are you getting a single six-pack?”

A look of disbelief crosses his face, paired with an uneasy smirk. “Oh are you a drinker now too? Want a whole pack to yourself or something?”

“No, dumbass. You brought me all the way here so I thought you needed help bringing back stuff.”

He laughed louder than he was supposed to. “Can’t I bring you along as company? Besides, I’d never let you carry shit.”

You only let your gaze follow him as he carried the pack of beer to the register. As the cans made contact with the counter, Raichi had already placed a pack of smokes along with it. Kaiser stiffened, silently telling Raichi with his murderous eyes to put the fucking thing away.

But it was too late.

“Woah. You smoke?”

Raichi makes a look of realization before slowly sliding the box off of the counter. It wasn’t his fault that he had learned Kaiser’s routine like a waiter at a diner learning their patrons’ usual orders.

Kaiser shook his head while pulling out some bills from his wallet. “Psh, nah. It’s just common that when people buy booze—they also buy smokes. Force of habit huh, Rai?” 

Kaiser smiled while handing him the money, as if telling him to agree. Raichi sighed, dropping his shoulders. He doesn’t get paid enough for this shit. “Right. My bad, dude.”

It was rather… suspicious. But you thought nothing of it as Raichi shook his head incredulously, scanning the barcode plastered on the plastic wrapping of the six-pack. The cash register slides out with a bit of a hiccup. He grabs a couple of coins and hands the change to Kaiser.

“Thanks, man. Take care. Also, liven up.”

Raichi holds up his middle finger as the two of you make your way out of the store. “Yeah, take care and fuck you too.”

— — — — —

This time he walked beside you. Although, you preferred it when he walked in front of you. Staring at his back was better than feeling his presence way too close like this.

He was unusually quiet. Kaiser wasn’t bugging you or enticing you with a random story—He was just right beside you, walking silently. It only made you more nervous.

But when he spoke, you felt that perhaps his silence was better.

“What do you want to accomplish in your time here?”

That was… deep. Certainly, you’ve never spoken to each other like this before. But it felt as if he finally saw you as an equal—that you were “adult” enough that he could ask such questions to you.

He glances at you, noting your long pause. “I don’t mean boring shit like graduating. None of that. What’s something that you REALLY want to do this time around?”

“I guess…. I want to have fun.”

“No shit. Everyone wants fun. But how do you want to do it?”

He was putting you on the spot again. “I-I don’t know… I just want to do things I normally wouldn’t do without having crippling anxiety. Y’know? Like—like escaping my comfort zone or something.”

It was a shitty answer, you knew. But he nodded his head in acceptance. He halted, resulting in you doing the same. He was looking at you with that smile he had when you found him in your bed yesterday.

“Want me to help you have fun?”

“What do you get out of it?” 

“I get to have fun too. Duh.”

If anyone knew how to have fun—you would guess that it was him. His logic didn’t make perfect sense to you, but then again, Michael Kaiser never made sense to you either. It was that mystery that surrounded him that captivated you.

Pursing your lips, you eventually relented despite not knowing what was in store for you. Kaiser’s smile grew wider. “Great. I’ll look forward to making the next 4 years of your life the best you ever had.”

You were glad he started walking in front of you again… otherwise he’d see how hard you were trying to keep a straight face. This man—he was going to be the death of you.

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[cheqorb]

A Change of Heart.

A change in your rival's personality is be nothing serious. So, the look of longing in their eyes, the comments that seem more flirtatious than threatening, are fine, right?

FEAT. Isagi, Shidou, Kaiser

NOTES. maybe everything is oaky

Making an enemy out of ISAGI is surprisingly straightforward, considering his more laid-back personality compared to everyone else at least.

Simply just be a bit of a diva (become Kaiser 2.0). Confidently brag about how much better you are than him and he’s a bit hopeless, isn’t he? It won’t be long before he begins to get pretty irritable around you, feeling a strong urge to curse you out anytime you speak.

It’s not the ego he minds, really, but you’re just so you.

────

With a smirk, you peer over his shoulder as he struggles to catch his breath in practice. "Is that all you've got? Whatever happened to the genius on the pitch?" you taunt, wearing the smug expression he oh-so-despises.

Your shit-eating grin only widens at the sight of his furrowed brows and clenched teeth that betray his frustration, he’s so predictable, it’s almost sad!

────

Which is why he would describe it as complete and utter humiliation, when he realises he's starting to feel something beyond mere dislike towards you.

The discomfort between the two of you only worsens as he grows awkwardly silent at your blatant insults or even the mere mention of his name within earshot. Seriously, is he just ignoring you? And if/when you condescendingly pat his head, calling him a sorry excuse of a striker, he just… stands there — his face tinted a touch redder than usual.

Well, you conclude he could’ve just finished practice so he’s red because of exhaustion. Stupid Yoichi got ahead of himself in training and tired himself out. Yeah, that must be it (cue everyone visibly shaking their heads and sighing very loudly)!

────

Before your fingertips even make contact with his head, Isagi already knows it's you standing beside him. "Still not giving up, huh? Just how much do you enjoy losing anyway..." You pause.

He doesn't swat your hand away or offer a retort like he would have a few weeks prior to today. You’re confused, not having a clue as to what’s changed and your little one-sided dynamic has lasted for ages at this point. He’s trying to embarrass you by acting as if you’re not there, isn’t he?!

But then, much to your absolute shock and horror, he absentmindedly responds with, “Right. Yeah.”

With your hand still resting on his hair, you don’t even notice how he leans into your touch while you’re still processing what just happened in your mind. How sneaky!

Now, this one’s unfathomably easy. SHIDOU is someone who thrives on stirring up trouble with anything unlucky enough to catch his attention; be it a stranger bumping into him or even a dog walking off its leash.

Though, to capture his interest and earn his respect in earnest, you need to demonstrate the ability to ‘explode’ on the field but also able to play by his ‘rules’. but to truly kick off his fascination with you (pun intended), maintaining a nonchalant demeanor/keeping a distance between you two also helps. He seems like he’d be drawn to people who are on the more mysterious side of his interactions with Sae are anything to go off of.

────

Approaching with his trademark flamboyance, Shidou’s voice boomed as he made his way across the pitch. "Hey, you! That was some seriously impressive play out there!" he declares, "I mean, seriously, those moves were—”

He goes off on a tangent about cells, explosions — stuff you couldn’t be bothered to listen to.

“…Thanks,” you say with a neutral expression on your face before he tries to jump on you??? Almost breaking your nose in the process, if you hadn’t dodged in time.

────

His personality is both captivating yet a little too boisterous for anybody’s taste, and you can’t help instinctively retreating if he gets too close. Even if he is one of the few players who willingly praises you outright.

But Shidou isn't deterred by your nonchalance; if anything, it only fuels his excitement. Someone that so brilliantly fits his character, (seemingly) couldn’t care less about him. Anyways in terms of romance, he operates on a vastly different wavelength from conventional views on love. I don’t think he’s the type to recognise feelings of being flustered or the desire to shower someone with tender care and attention.

Since it is still love at the end of the day, he’s still experiences a certain pull towards you, driven by instinct rather than conscious understanding. But besides that, he remains largely oblivious/doesn’t feel the need to dig deeper into the complexity of human emotions.

Just understands being around you = more fun for him.

And unless you’re exceptionally perceptive or are somehow able to understand his underlying motives, you're likely to interpret his actions as a signal to maintain a safe distance.

────

“You’re always so hard to pin down, you know that?” Shidou calls out, watching as you continue walking — unfazed by his presence. He debates on whether or not to smash your face into the ground but then, he pauses.

A rare moment of contemplation for him.

Despite everything, there’s something undeniably exhilarating about being around you. A sense of freedom, a release from the constraints of his existence. Being with you makes him happy. It’s a thought that prompts another; how nice it’d be if you felt the same way about him… huh. Oh well.

For KAISER, it's also decently easy. Either defeat him on the soccer field or simply refuse to conform to his philosophy of everyone revolving around him; just don’t be a pushover. He’s someone who’ll gladly take any opportunity to crush someone whose ego far outweighs their abilities, but when confronted by someone with the skills to match their confidence? He becomes both intrigued and slightly irked.

Especially if they’re someone who can’t stand him (which to be fair, isn’t all that difficult) or simply wants nothing to do with him.

────

As you catch sight of a familiar head of blonde hair fading into blue entering through the doorway, you internally groan.

It’s Kaiser who saunters over, flashing his signature smirk. "Well, if it isn't my most favourite jester," he drawls, his tone dripping with arrogance. "You're looking rather defeated today. Are you finally coming to term with the fact that you'll never match my level?"

If it wasn’t clear, you don’t have much enthusiasm when it comes to whatever he says.

────

As time passes however, he’ll slowly find himself being more…involved in your life — forcing to make an appearance himself if need be.

Even noticing the small details about you. the way your eyes lit up when you seemed to figure something out, the subtle quirks that made you, you. Eventually (and I mean eventually, this will take a while), the realisation that his actions were out of love dawns on him. He’ll certainly try to deny it, brushing off the unfamiliar feelings as mere annoyance or frustration, but as he catches himself stealing glances in your direction and seeking out opportunities to be near you, he can’t help but admit defeat.

Michael Kaiser, the arrogant and self-assured soccer prodigy, had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with some nobody.

He wants to impress you, to be the one that makes you grit your teeth out of frustration, to be the best version of himself for you to look up at. And, what began as subtle glances and fleeting touches soon evolves into more obvious displays of affection.

He finds excuses to brush against you or in close proximity of you, his hand lingering a fraction longer when shaking yours or his fingers grazing yours when passing objects. He also seems to be fond of leaning close towards you nowadays, his face mere inches from yours. It’s a lot worse if you’re visibly flustered when he does these things too.

Additionally, your pet name has been upgraded from jester to ‘liebling’…whatever that even means. must be weird if it makes his teammates raise a brow every time he says it.

────

With the match coming to an end, you mentally prepare yourself for a certain someone’s inevitable reaction to that last play of yours. What you don’t expect is for him to suddenly take out your earbud with a creepy smile on his face. Kaiser’s always weird, but this is a little outlandish even for him.

“Ich liebe dich.”

You raise a brow at whatever he said (not that you could understand of course) but judging by the others looking completely lost for words, you can only assume it’s pretty awful.

[cakeandpudding1]

Imagine playing a cute game with this man

I jus know he'd sometimes watch you and see what the absolute hell you're doing on your phone, jus to make sure he didn't see any wierd faces or sneaky links. And he found you playing some weird ass cute game, and wondered what the hell you even do all day when he isn't around. You did eventually force him to play the game with you, getting bombarded with all the side comments. But hey, a kiss on the cheek is all that's needed for this man to immediately go learning abt that stupid god forsaken game.

Bro would Deffo be secretly into it when you pamper him and compliment all the littlest stuff he did in the game, as little as walking, and breathing. Made him feel like a pretty princess. Though his ego wouldn't make him admit that.

Maybe you might find him playing the game on rare occasions, here and there. Just to soothe his nerves. When you do catch him, he'll just give you some shit excuse of just wanting to learn more from your dumb game and understanding it better.

- Poseidon ror, Michael kaiser bllk, isagi yoichi bllk, light yagami dn, hades ror, taehun seong vh, jihoon lee lookism, gun park lookism, Johan seong lookism, Samuel seo lookism, Rin itoshi bllk, Sae itoshi bllk

[kxsagi]

Omg bllk boys when there s/o loves collecting things especially cds and Pokémon cards or blind box toys :3

“𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮)”

a/n: i personally love collecting hirono dolls! (i have two from japan heheh)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro

isagi yoichi

isagi loves that you collect things because he’s totally a collector at heart (he just collects wins). he’s the type to get really into it and starts learning about all the things you collect just so he can surprise you with something cool one day. 

if you open a new sonny angel blind box and get a rare one, he’s the first to cheer you on like “let’s gooooo! that’s so cool!” he’s genuinely excited for you. 

when you show him your pokémon cards, he’s like, “wait… do you have a charizard?” and if you don’t, he’ll lowkey research how to get one for you. 

he also loves going to record shops with you. you’ll make it a date to hunt for vintage CDs, and he’ll even hold the bag of your finds like a proud boyfriend. sometimes he plays the CDs you collect during your car rides, totally vibing with the music you love. 

itoshi rin

rin’s a little confused at first. he’s like, “you collect… toys?” but honestly, he loves seeing how excited you get about it. especially when you get a new blind box toy, he’ll crack a smile watching you open it and tease you with a small “you’re so cute with all your little figurines.” 

he’s not as into it as isagi, but he’s very protective of your collection. if anyone dares to touch your pokémon cards or mess with your toys, rin’s immediate reaction is to step in like, “touch that again and i’ll kick your ass.” it’s a whole protective mode. 

loves seeing the sonny angel figures on your shelf and may even ask about their names and backstories. it’s not like he’s into them, but he’s curious about how you organize them, and secretly, he finds them kinda cute when you get excited about one of your rare finds. 

rin’s also lowkey a hoarder (because he gets sentimental easily), so he ends up accidentally collecting things himself after a while. his first “collection” is probably the stupid keychains you buy for him when you’re out shopping together. he’ll keep them in his bag, but pretend it’s not a big deal. 

bachira meguru

bachira is all in when it comes to your collection, but his reaction is a little more chaotic. he’s always asking to see your new things, and he’ll take one of your toys and make up elaborate backstories for them, naming them something completely ridiculous. one of your sonny angels might suddenly be named “bubble snuggle.” 

the vibe: “yo, this CD? it’s lit. let’s listen to it on repeat. i’m vibing, baby.” 

actually, he doesn’t have any CDs. he doesn’t really collect stuff like that, but he does love the experience of exploring with you, especially the hunt for rare toys. he’ll hype you up when you get something rare, literally jumping in excitement with you. 

he’s also super sneaky. if you’re missing a toy from your collection, he’ll try to get it for you as a surprise. the way he presents it is cute though. he’ll be like, “did you mean to get this one? or was it just a random thing that came in the mail for you?” and act so innocent when you find out he was the one who ordered it. 

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t get your collection at first, but he watches you with a half-smile whenever you’re carefully unboxing a toy or flipping through a new CD. once he understands that it makes you happy, he actually gets really into it. 

the first time you show him your pokémon cards, he’s like “huh… so, there’s a whole market for these?” and he’ll ask if you’ve ever sold any rare ones. secretly, he starts learning about the market and casually suggests how you could make money off your collection. but it’s not like he doesn’t also enjoy the weird joy you get from collecting. 

smiski toys are a whole vibe for him. he’ll be like “this one’s supposed to bring good vibes?” and watch how you position them around the house like they’re special little guardians. it’s like you’re a wizard and he’s intrigued by the magic of it all. 

once he gets it, he’ll sometimes randomly bring home CDs or cute collectibles for you, and it’ll be super chill. “i found this in a store. thought you’d like it.” he won’t say much more than that, but it’s his way of showing he’s paying attention. 

kaiser michael

kaiser is 100% into it, but in a more arrogant way. he’ll tell you, “wow, your collection is nice, but have you seen mine?” and then pull out some obscure, rare thing from his own collection that he knows will impress you. he has a ton of obscure vinyls and signed soccer jerseys. 

when you open a new blind box toy, he’ll lean in, pretending to care, but then it turns into a competition. “is it rare? i bet mine is rarer.” and if you pull something cool, he’s like, “looks like you have taste after all.” 

keeps tabs on your collection because if anyone tries to mess with it, you’ll hear about it. “who touched your toys? tell me now.” 

sends you random stuff: new pokémon cards he found in a store, or rare sonny angel figures from a collector’s market. "i thought you'd like this." kaiser likes the idea of giving you rare, limited edition things, so you always know he’s got his eye out for stuff he thinks you’ll love. 

nagi seishiro

nagi is so into this. a total gacha addict, he’s all about the thrill of collecting random stuff, especially blind box toys and pokémon cards. he treats it like a game, but instead of leveling up, it’s all about pulling rare items. 

when you open a blind box, he’s glued to your side, trying to guess what you'll get. he makes up little stories for each toy, like they’re characters in some weird game, and gets way too into it. 

he doesn’t show it, but he loves seeing your reaction when you pull something rare. “lucky you,” he says, but you can tell he’s lowkey stoked. 

when you’re out shopping for new stuff, he’ll insist on coming with you, but only to try his luck on the gacha machines. “i bet i get something better than you.” 

his room? full of cards, toys, and random gacha stuff. he’s never selling them, though, he just hoards them quietly, claiming it’s “for fun.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[rosesandoranges90]

“PaperLock”

FemLock x Fem!Reader (inspired by the 2012 Disney short film “Paperman” and semi inspired by “paint me like one of your french boys” written by one of THE Blue Lock Writers, @kxsagi! TW: none 😊)

-Isagi Yoichi (Summer Fridays Lip Balm in “Birthday Cake”)

•You take shy, sneaky glances towards the navy-blue-eyed girl next to you as you wait for your first train.

•Then all of a sudden, the sudden gusts of wind from the arriving train cause one of your pre-cal papers to fly straight towards her cute face.

•You apologize profusely as the girl yelps in surprise. When the paper is finally removed, you both notice that some of her lip balm is printed in the middle of your homework.

•She immediately stops herself from giggling as you’re still apologizing for the incident, even though she’s already forgiven you. She actually starts to apologize as well for “ruining” your homework, which you giggle at.

-Bachira Meguru (e.l.f Glow Reviver Lip Oil Glimmer in “Citrine Gleam”)

•You’re quietly humming along to some pop song that the cute girl standing next to you is playing loudly on her phone.

•Then BOOM! A piece of your geometry worksheet basically slaps onto her face, in which she removes herself with both hands like some cartoon character.

•The partial blonde is a giggling mess as she reveals that some of her sparkling gold lip gloss got on your worksheet.

•Her sweet laughter only gets louder as you apologize for the inconvenience, with a cherry-red face giving you up.

-Chigiri Hyoma (Flower Knows Midsummer Fairytales Lip Gloss in “Bluebell”)

•The redheaded bombshell almost runs into you as she looks around to see if she missed her train.

•As you notice her breathing slowly in relief when an even faster passenger sprints past both of you, causing one of your English notes to hit her across the face.

•You immediately rip the paper from her face and apologize as she fixes her hair. As she’s doing this, she notices that she’s left a plumy pink imprint on your work.

•She shyly clears her throat, and you look at your paper and then back at her when you notice a slight pink blush on her cheeks; you’re both silent when you smile and say: “Love this color. Where did you get this?” Which earns you a comforting chuckle from her.

-Itoshi Rin (e.l.f Glow Reviver Melting Lip Balm in “Blackberry Sorbet”)

•You noticed the long-lashed beauty immediately when you sat next to her quietly while she was writing something in a black notebook.

•You’re silently staring at her in awe when a bullet train zooms out of nowhere & now one of your notes is covering her entire face, leaving you modified.

•It was only on her face for two seconds before you snatched it clean off, chanting “I’m so sorry!” over and over again.

•When the fresh, teal-eyed beauty finally opens her eyes, they widen completely and she looks away quickly, while pointing at your paper; you flip it over and immediately see a dark wine-plum lip stain on it. You immediately start laughing as she grumbles in embarrassment.

-Itoshi Sae (NYX PROFESSIONAL MAKEUP Butter Gloss in “Tiramisu”)

• She’s looking in a teal compost notebook with soft music playing from her white earbuds while you just check her out, basically.

•”VROOM!” is all you hear when a train blasts towards the station where you’re waiting. When the ringing in your ears finally stops, you notice one of your fax papers is currently resting on the lusciously lashed cutie.

•You grab the paper quickly while apologizing. The athletic woman just inhales and exhales sharply just to open her eyes to a dusty rose-button-shaped lip stain on the paper. “Um…your fax,” she deadpans.

•You’re too distracted with your now-ruined fax paper to notice the train on the opposite side of the station is coming & BOOM: a piece of paper lays straight to your face, but the teal-eyed woman gently peels it off like a sheet mask. You immediately notice that some of your lipstick/gloss/balm/oil got on what looks like some soccer plan. “Now we’re even, because I REALLY needed that.”

-Shidou Ryusei (MAYBELLINE Super Stay Vinyl Ink Liquid Lipstick in “Striking”)

•You’re just making stupid little doodles in your sketchbook while you wait for your next train.

•You swear that these trains have became faster since last time because before you know it, the force of wind from it hits you and your doodles like a semi-truck.

•As you’re grabbing your “masterpieces” from the place. You notice that one of them flew straight into the face of a girl prettier than any Barbie doll ever created.

•”I’m so sorry!!” You yell as you remove the paper from her face to reveal a quite hilarious expression. When she opens her eyes, she begins to laugh and wheeze loudly as she drops to her knees. Confused, you flip the paper around to see that a vibrant hot pink lip print landed perfectly on where the lips were supposed to be.

-Micheal Kaiser (True Velvet Lip Color Lipstick by Lisa Eldridge in “Velvet Duchess”)

•It was your first time in Japan, and you were taking in the scenery and taking pictures of the train station.

•You realize that you were NOT prepared for the intense speed of bullet trains when one flies right past through the station.

•As you regain your balance from that gravity-defying machine, you see that the map you REALLY need flew out of your hand somewhere. To find it, you look on the face of a glamorous blonde holding on to her suitcase and a pole for dear life.

•You jog towards her and grab your map out of her face while holding her hand to help her regain her balance. You apologize, then look at your map and see a sexy, cool-toned red lip print on the corner of your map. The mysterious blonde immediately notices as well and chuckles darkly: “It’s in Velvet Duchess. I think it will be incredibly sexy on you.” Your face is bright red, and you’re suddenly having wobbly knees as she winks at you, entering her train.

[satrs]

OMG HI I JUST REALIZED I HAVE READ ALL OF YOUR POSTS BUT DIDNT FOLLOW YOU

anyways i was wondering two things—1, how is it going for you? how's life?/2, if, for your event, could you do B14 with Isagi? (i hope i requested it correctly) <33 i would appreciate it

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎Hihiii! It's going alr for me, a bit stressed with life but that's the usual lmao. Also, I'm doing great, hope ur doing so too!

to the event

FEATURING; ISAGI YOICHI x FEM!READER

୨୧ TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! pwp. Dacryphilia. unprotected intercourse. dirty talk. petnames. mention of overstim. teasing. pussyjob.

୨୧ WC; 0.3k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

Tears might mean sadness to others, but to him, they meant something more sinister.

“Shh, just look at me, baby.”

A please smile tugged on his features at your pathetic whine, fingers reaching up to wipe away a tear that rolled down your soft cheeks.

He admired you for a bit-the way you yelped on shock each time his cock glides through your folds, nudging your clit ever so slightly, and how cute your scrunched up expressions looked.

It was easy to glide through your puffy lips, the previous orgasms he forced out of you and himself working as the perfect lube, granting easy access to his loose thrusts.

But what really riled him up was your tear-stained face. Eyes puffy from the previous crying, the tiny trail of red underlining your eyes and lashes almost sparkling from your tears.

His jaw clenched before he averted his eyes to your pussy quickly because if he didn't, he knew he would lose it and ram his heavy cock right back into you.

But of course, he couldn't do that.

"Yoichi, n-no." Your voice comes out broken, thighs clenching as hit fat tip caught onto your entrance, slightly entering it. He swiftly brushed past your entrance again, stimulating your clit intensely with his cock head instead.

"Shh, baby. I know. Won't fuck you anymore but please, let me have this. You look so, so pretty like this. All messed up and crying. Fucked you real good, right?"

It was almost playful, the way he pushed his dick through your pussy lips, sometimes tugging at them to wrap them around his length like a warm cloth, hitting your clit with each stroke.

You could barely answer, tears running down your face as your legs began to shake, feeling another orgasm approach you abruptly, an electric shook washing over your body.

"Oh ugh- fuck. Look at you. So cute." He breathed out, hips twitching at the sight of another set of tears straining your face. He leaned down, peppering your face with kisses while groaning as he took sneaky laps from your cheek, the salty taste of your tears of pleasure pushing him further off the edge.

'If she cries, she loves you.' Yes, that saying is partially true.

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[yvesssssssss]

WHICH LANGUAGE TODAY...WHY WOULDN'T I DO IT IN GERMAN ???

GUTEN MORGEN / GUTEN ABEND 🎀🎀🎀

You're getting used to seeing me here after alllll my requests...BUT I JUST ALWAYS HAVE IDEAS, HELP!!!

Soooo, just to talk about my life because I LOVE TO TALK, my best friend and I always cry when we go watch a movie at the cinema. And once, we were wearing mascara, so let's just say it was carnage!!!

And it made me have an ideaaaa. What if the Sakamoto Days men went with their girlfriend to watch a movie at the cinema and that she couldn't stop crying???

Movie night

Hii, sweetie! LMAOO, as a fellow crybaby, I totally love this request(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Nagumo Yoichi

Nagumo had been in a pretty good mood as you both settled into your seats. He was ready for a night of popcorn, jokes, and maybe a little sneaky flirting, but then... the tears started.

At first, it was just a little sniffle, and Nagumo chuckled. “Oh no, are you crying already? It’s just a movie! Come on, babe, you know what happens next, right?”

But then the sniffles turned into full-on sobbing. Your mascara started to smudge, and suddenly, everything around him became a blur of tears and frantic tissue-dabbing.

“Okay, okay, this is fine. Totally fine. I can handle this,” Nagumo muttered to himself, but the panic was starting to set in. He fumbled with his popcorn, trying to stuff it in his mouth while his eyes kept darting to you. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to comfort you or... do something else?

“Hey, babe,” he said, leaning a little too close. “Here, use my sleeve.” He held it out like an offering, but then pulled it back at the last second, realizing it was already covered in melted butter from the popcorn. “Wait, never mind, that’s a terrible idea. Here—have a napkin!”

He shoved the napkin at you, but in his haste, it kind of unfolded into a messy wad of paper. “Look, I’m sorry, I’m not the best at this whole ‘comforting’ thing,” Nagumo admitted, looking entirely flustered. “But if you’re gonna keep crying like this, I’ll start crying too! And then we’ll both look like a mess.”

When you continued to sob, his eyes widened in horror. “No, no, you’re not allowed to do this! This movie’s supposed to be fun, not... not a mascara massacre! Okay, hold on, I’ve got an idea!”

He stood up, knocking over his drink in the process. “I’m just gonna get some ice cream. Maybe if we both have sugar, everything will be fine!”

As he rushed down the aisle, he tripped over the armrest, nearly knocking over a row of seats. But it didn’t matter—he was on a mission. By the time he got back with two huge tubs of ice cream and a giant spoon, he was out of breath, a little disheveled, but still grinning.

“Here!” he said, handing you a spoon and sitting down. “Let’s eat our feelings. Maybe if we stuff our faces with enough sugar, we won’t notice the drama on screen. And we’ll both have a sugar high and be way too energetic to even think about crying, right?”

As you laughed between your tears, Nagumo finally relaxed, his chaotic approach somehow making things feel a little less intense. "I’ll be your emotional backup. But next time, we’re definitely watching something funny."

Natsuki Seba

It was supposed to be a relaxing movie night. You two had been looking forward to it all week. But halfway through the film, Natsuki’s quiet focus on the screen was interrupted by the sound of your soft sniffling.

At first, he didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just the tension of the film. But when he turned to look at you, his eyes widened in panic. You were full-on crying, mascara smudged down your face, and it was becoming a bit of a mess.

“Whoa—wait, what happened?” Natsuki said, his voice more alarmed than he intended. He froze, unsure of what to do, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the pressure. “You’re crying... I—what do I do?”

He looked at you, then back at the screen, then at the popcorn bowl on his lap, then back to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I’m not good with this, okay? I didn’t expect a sad movie. I thought it was action-packed... What the hell?” He ran his fingers through his hair, visibly panicked. He wasn't the type to get emotional, but seeing you like this made his heart race in a completely different way.

In a moment of confusion, Natsuki grabbed a handful of popcorn and awkwardly shoved it into your hands, as though that was going to solve the situation. But you weren’t hungry. You were just... emotional.

“Here—just eat it. Popcorn makes everything better, right?”

When that didn’t work, he frantically scanned the room. “Oh! I’ve got tissues somewhere…” But he couldn’t find any. He dug through his pockets, pulling out random items—coins, a pen, a receipt—before finally pulling out a single crumpled tissue. “Uh, here’s a highly useful tissue.”

You could tell he was struggling, trying to figure out what would help, but in his own way, he was just making it worse. He awkwardly started wiping away your tears with the tissue, but it wasn’t very effective.

“Great, now we’ve got a mascara situation. I didn’t think this would be my night, you know?” He chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but it only made things worse.

The next few moments were a blur of chaos: Natsuki rushing to grab a drink to offer, knocking it over in his haste, then scrambling to pick up the spilled soda before it soaked into the seats.

“Okay, seriously, why is this so difficult?” he muttered. "I’m really sorry, I’m just... not good with this stuff.”

Finally, he let out a long, dramatic sigh and sank back into his seat. “Alright, let’s just forget this ever happened, okay? Ice cream, and a happy movie, no more tearjerkers. I’ll get us a whole bunch of it, we’ll eat till we forget all about the movie. Deal?”

You laughed through your tears, and Natsuki, still flustered, offered a sheepish smile. “Good. Now, let’s get out of here before I embarrass myself even more. I’ll make this right—I promise. Next movie? No sadness. Just fun and explosions.”

Shin Asakura

The movie was supposed to be a chill, quiet evening out, but the second Shin noticed the sniffles coming from your side, he could feel his stomach drop. He turned to you, expecting to see maybe a small tear or two, but you were full-on crying.

Not just teary-eyed or sniffing quietly. You were crying like the world was ending. And it was—for him—because he had absolutely no clue how to handle this.

“Wait, what?!” Shin’s eyes bulged as his brain short-circuited, trying to piece together what was going on. He knew you were emotional, but this was... new. “What is this?!”

You barely responded, but the mascara running down your face was enough to make his hands start trembling.

“No, no, no... don’t cry!” He had no idea what to do, so naturally, he just... kind of started panicking. He grabbed a napkin from the cup holder—except it wasn’t a napkin. It was one of those tiny, barely-there tissue things that you wouldn’t even use to wipe your fingers.

“Wait, this is useless,” he muttered to himself, already crumpling the tissue in his hands. Without thinking, he then grabbed a random pack of candy from his bag and shoved it toward you. “Here! Sugar’s good, right? I read that sugar helps with... emotions or something!”

When that didn’t work, he started pacing in the aisle of the theater, muttering to himself. “Okay, okay, don’t panic. This is fine. This is completely fine. Just... just calm down, Shin.”

He glanced back at you, but his gaze immediately turned to the group of people sitting a few rows back, staring at your meltdown like it was a show. That did not help.

“LOOK AWAY!” he suddenly shouted at them, completely losing it. “IT’S NOT A SHOW! SHE’S HAVING A MOMENT!”

The entire theater went silent for a beat, and Shin immediately realized his mistake. He cleared his throat awkwardly, sitting back down with a flustered look on his face. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That... that wasn’t for you. Forget it.”

But then he stood up again, this time grabbing a handful of popcorn in a desperate attempt to do something useful. But it was too late. Popcorn flew everywhere when he flung it at you, trying to “help” by... distracting you with food.

"WHAT AM I DOING?!" he shrieked, almost losing his mind. “Okay, okay, calm down! I’m gonna figure this out. I know I’ll figure this out!” He started tugging on his hair like it was the only thing grounding him.

Now, with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball, Shin started tearing through his bag, pulling out anything he could think of. A protein bar? Too much. A coupon for 10% off at a bakery? Useless. An old receipt? That’s... not helpful either.

But then, as if struck by divine intervention, he pulled out... a plastic spoon.

“This is it. This is the solution,” Shin said in a low voice, eyes wide. “You need this. For your tears. Or something.” He handed you the spoon like it was a rare artifact.

“Please, just... don’t cry anymore!” His voice was now a high-pitched mix of concern and frustration. He ran a hand down his face, realizing he was completely out of his depth.

Shin was having a meltdown of his own. He didn't even care about the movie anymore. He just needed you to stop crying. He needed it to be okay.

In the end, he flopped back down beside you, exhausted from his own chaotic attempts to solve the problem. “Alright, alright, no more weird food suggestions, no more yelling at strangers... just... tell me what you need, okay?”

When you smiled faintly, still a little teary-eyed, he let out a dramatic sigh of relief. "Phew. Okay. Now, next time we’re doing something way less emotionally intense, alright?”

[cheshireliam]

Minamoto no Yoshitsune Main Story: Chapter 17

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Yoshitsune: Farewell, Yuno.

Yuno: Farewell, Yoshitsune-sama.

(Because I love you, I will fight you.)

(Even if it means embarking on a thorny journey myself—)

I believed that was the only way to save Yoshitsune-sama’s heart.

That conversation I had with Yoshitsune-sama on Hiraizumi soil were the final words we exchanged that night. 

And so,— 

…

I looked up at the clear, cloudless sky. 

It was finally the day I set out for Kamakura. 

(I know he’d never come to see me off, and yet…)

I smiled wryly at myself for instinctively searching for Yoshitsune-sama.

Vassal 1: What are you doing? Hurry up and get in the ox cart. 

Yuno: Understood. 

Once I get into this ox cart, I will never return here again.

(Because the next time I see Yoshitsune-sama will be on the battlefield.)

Suppressing the pain in my chest, I was about to board the ox cart when— 

Yoichi: Yo, Yuno.

Kurama: …

Yoichi-san and Kurama suddenly appeared.

(Huh? Yoichi-san and Kurama…?)

Unlike the cheerful Yoichi-san casually waving at me, Kurama wore an indignant expression. 

Yuno: Why are the two of you here? 

Yoichi: Hmm, for a little something.

As I blinked in surprise at his vague response, Yoichi-san turned his gaze to the vassals.

Yoichi: Wait for us somewhere a little further away.

Vassal 2: Y-yes… if you say so, Yoichi-sama.

Yoichi: Thanks. 

Yuno: What’s going on?

Yoichi: We’re here to see you off.

Yuno: What.

(It makes sense for Yoichi-san, since he’s always friendly, but…) 

(For Kurama to come see me off? That’s too unexpected!) 

Once he made sure that the vassals had moved to a safe distance away from us, Yoichi-san gave a sneaky smile.

Yoichi: Until you get in the ox cart, you’re technically still our hostage, yeah? 

Yoichi: A little chat won’t hurt. Right, Kurama?

Kurama: Don’t include me in your nonsense. 

Yoichi: Then why did you so willingly come along when I invited you? 

Kurama: Don’t you dare use a word as frivolous as “willingly” to describe my actions. 

Kurama crossed his arms and shot me a sharp glare. 

(If it were me not too long ago, this look from him would’ve made me flinch…)

After spending some time at the Rebel Army’s manor, I’d grown used to even Kurama’s intimidating attitude. 

Kurama: Just thought I’d take a look at the pathetic face of the woman who’s always been rude to me, to see if she’s a miserable sobbing mess. 

Yuno: Why would I be… sobbing? 

Kurama: Because you got dumped by Yoshitsune. 

(What.) 

Yoichi: … Oh ho? So you came along because that caught your interest?

Yoichi: You’re more curious than I thought. 

Kurama: Cut the crap. I have no reason to be interested in something so fragile. 

(Yeah, that makes sense.)

Kurama and I have had countless arguments. He probably found me annoying, so there was no way he’d be interested in me. 

Kurama: However…

Kurama: Lass. Did something change about you?

Yuno: Huh? I’m still the same as always… 

Kurama: You can't deceive my eyes. 

Kurama’s crimson eyes fixed onto me.

Yuno: I’m not trying to. I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about…

Kurama: Fine.

Kurama: Too bad for you, though. Yoshitsune won’t be coming.

Yuno: I know that.

(I did instinctively look for him earlier… but I’m well aware that we’ve already parted ways that night.)

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama has no reason to be here. 

When I responded with a smile, Kurama scowled. 

Yoichi: Hey, Yuno. I heard you’ve decided to continue siding with the Shogunate.

Yuno: … Yes. Did you hear that from Yoshitsune-sama?

Yoichi: He didn't tell me the details, though.

Kurama: …? 

Kurama, who rarely ever wore that facial expression, looked suspiciously at Yoichi-san who shrugged in exasperation. 

Kurama: I thought it was Yoshitsune who dumped this woman, but now you’re telling me that it's the other way around?

Yuno: We never had that kind of relationship for this to be called “dumping”. 

Yuno: It’s true that he treated me well as a hostage, but now we’ve simply returned to our original relationship— enemies. 

Kurama: I still don't get it. … Whatever.

Kurama abruptly changed the subject.

Kurama: You’re a weakling. Why are you going onto the battlefield?

His words hit the nail on the head, and I lowered my gaze.

(My reason for fighting is…)

Recalling the resolve I had made, I lifted my head again. 

Yuno: At first, because of my pact with Tamamo, I thought it was inevitable that I’d eventually be standing on the battlefield.

Yuno: But it’s different now.

= Flashback Start =

Yoshitsune: What have you done to me, Yuno? 

Yoshitsune: You’re supposed to be my enemy… so why do I find the thought of hurting you so unbearable?

= Flashback End =

Just recalling that moment made my chest tighten. 

Yuno: Just like how Yoritomo-sama and Yoshitsune-sama went their separate ways due to differing beliefs, and how Yoichi-san and Benkei-san are each staying by Yoshitsune-sama’s side for their own reasons… 

Yuno: I have my own reasons for choosing to fight.

Yoichi • Kurama: … (surprised)

Yoichi: … I see. 

Yoichi-san wore a faint smile and narrowed his eyes tenderly.

Yoichi: It kind of sounds like you've had a change of feelings.

Yoichi: Specifically towards Yoshitsune-sama.

Yuno: … 

Yoichi-san’s words made my heart skip a beat. 

(Could he have noticed my feelings for Yoshitsune-sama…?)

Yoichi: Sorry if I’ve said things that might’ve made you feel troubled, Yuno.

Yuno: No, you’ve always been kind to me… I’m very grateful for that, Yoichi-san.

Yuno: Thank you so much, really.

I thanked Yoichi-san and turned to Kurama.

Yuno: You too, Kurama. We didn't spend much time together, but thank you for your care.

Kurama: I don't remember ever taking care of you. You truly are a strange woman till the end.

Yoichi: Take care.

(The next time I meet these two, we’ll be fighting for our lives on the battlefield.)

(But still…)

Yuno: Take care, both of you! 

I bid them farewell with a smile and boarded the ox cart. 

…

And so, it was a few days of travel—. 

Not long after arriving in Kamakura, I was summoned by  Yoritomo-sama.

When I entered the hall, it wasn't only Yoritomo-sama waiting for me. Everyone else had gathered there too.

(It hasn't been that long.)

Seeing their familiar faces that had remained unchanged since the last time I saw them, a warm feeling bubbled up in my chest.

Yoritomo: You’ve worked hard, Yuno. 

Yuno: Yes…

Shigehira: What’s with that solemn look? 

Shigehira: You did your job properly, keep your head up.

Morinaga: Hey, hey, mind your tone when speaking to a lady. 

Morinaga: You did great, Yuno.

Tamamo: I’ve always believed that you’d come back safe.

Yuno: Shigehira-kun, Morinaga-san, Tamamo too…

The warm feeling spread through my heart.

Kagetoki: Thanks to your efforts, we managed to minimise the damages.

Kagetoki: It’s safe to say that you did well.

(Eh? Did Kagetoki-san just… praise me…?)

As I stared at him in disbelief, Tamamo chuckled.

Tamamo: Oh? The day Kagetoki praises someone has come at last.

Tamamo: Will it rain spears from the sky tomorrow?

Morinaga: Kagetoki gives credit when it's due, okay?

Morinaga: That said, it is rare for Kagetoki to be this straightforward with his praise.

Shigehira: …

Tamamo: Even Shigehira looks kind of taken aback.

Shigehira: I’m just a little surprised, that’s all.

Kagetoki: I’m curious to know what exactly you people think of me. 

Tamamo: Cold-blooded four eyes.

Morinaga: Person with a sweet tooth but has bad tastes in food.

Shigehira: Surprisingly bad at cleaning.

Yoritomo: A man who even dares be insolent to the gods.

Kagetoki: The conversation has devolved into a string of completely irrelevant insults. 

(How I’ve missed their bantering.) 

I couldn't help but smile while watching Kagetoki-san calmly push up his glasses.

Yoritomo: Enough about him.

Yoritomo: You did well as a hostage and deserve to be rewarded. What do you want?

Yuno: A reward? 

Yoritomo: You’re one forgetful woman.

Yoritomo: Before you left for Hiraizumi, didn’t I say that you’ll be “welcomed back as a meritorious person”? 

Yoritomo-sama stated matter-of-factly.

Yoritomo: Just name it. As long as it's within reason, I’ll give you anything you want.

Yuno: Anything… 

(If that's the case, there’s only one thing I want.) 

A certain thought had constantly been on my mind since parting ways with Yoshitsune-sama. 

Yuno: I have a request.

Yuno: If the Shogunate emerges victorious in the battle, please spare Yoshitsune-sama’s life. 

Morinaga • Kagetoki: …

Tamamo: Oh?

Shigehira: Are you serious?

My request led to everyone reacting with surprise. 

Yoritomo: …

But one man’s facial expression remained unchanged— that was Yoritomo-sama. 

Yoritomo: Do you understand the weight of the words you just said?

Yuno: … Yes.

(The only way to stop Yoshitsune-sama’s ruin is for the Shogunate to win the battle.)

(But… even if I prevent his downfall, taking his life would have no meaning.) 

Yuno: I understand that pleading for the life of the Rebel Army’s commander is asking for the impossible. 

Yuno: However…

I placed both hands on the floor and bowed deeply.

Yuno: There’s nothing else I desire more than this.

Yuno: I’m willing to pay any price for this request to be granted… so please spare Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoritomo: …

Yoritomo: Raise your head.

Yuno: Yes…

Everyone fell silent, quietly watching us.

Yoritomo: So you’ve been swayed by your emotions.

Yuno: … I apologise.

Yuno: I only want to put an end to Yoshitsune-sama’s suffering.

(... Even if it’s not what Yoshitsune-sama desires.) 

Yoritomo: Suffering, huh. 

(Yoritomo-sama…?) 

I observed his facial expression as Yoritomo-sama paused for a moment.

Yoritomo: That guy despises me from the bottom of his heart.

Yoritomo: It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he lives solely to kill me. 

Yoritomo: What does Yoshitsune have left if I take that revenge away from him? 

Yoritomo: He’ll continue dreaming of defeating me for as long as he lives.

Yuno: … I understand that.

(Even so, I want Yoshitsune-sama to live.)

Yoritomo-sama stared intensely at me, as though trying to see through my true intentions.

Yoritomo: Suppose I grant your wish. 

Yoritomo: There are other ways to punish him, like keeping him as a hostage or using nasty means. It won't be pretty.  

Yoritomo: Do you truly have no issue with that? It’d be unthinkably unnatural for me to spare Yoshitsune’s life. 

Yoritomo: If word gets out that you were the reason he wasn't killed on the battlefield, you’ll be hated to the bones. 

(Yoritomo-sama knows Yoshitsune-sama better than anyone else, so I’m sure he’s speaking the truth.) 

(But as long as it means stopping Yoshitsune-sama…) 

Yuno: I’ll keep staying by his side, even if he hates or despises me. 

Shigehira: W-why would you go that far? 

Yuno: That’s because… 

As someone on the Shogunate’s side, it was utterly unforgivable for me to have feelings for Yoshitsune-sama.

That was why, ever since I realised my feelings, I carried a sense of guilt deep in my heart. 

(I could hide it forever and keep pretending like I always do, but…)

Yuno: I…

My voice trembled.

Yuno: I’m in love with Yoshitsune-sama. 

(Even if those feelings will never be reciprocated… I’ll properly convey them.)

The room fell silent once more. 

I heard someone gasp. 

I couldn't tell how long that heavy silence lasted. 

Yoritomo-sama slowly started to speak.

Yoritomo: I see. 

Yoritomo: So you’re prepared to see that man severely wounded and on the verge of dying before your eyes.

Yuno: …

(Yoshitsune-sama… before my eyes…)

I pressed my lips together tightly and took a deep breath.

(No matter how painful or difficult… I’ve already made the decision to keep moving forward.) 

Yuno: Yes, I am. 

Yoritomo: Very well.

Yoritomo: Keeping him alive will cause a commotion amongst the civilians, but I’ll handle it.

Yuno: Thank you so much!

(Thank goodness…) 

The tension in the air eased ever so slightly. 

Yoritomo: You’re an odd woman for choosing the most difficult path to walk on. 

Tamamo: Romance with the enemy commander? This is getting rather interesting.

Tamamo: You have my fullest support, Yuno.

Yuno: … Thanks. 

(Hearing it being called “romance” outright is kind of embarrassing…) 

Yoritomo: Do the rest of you agree with this decision?

Kagetoki: If it’s your decision, Yoritomo-sama, I have no objections.

Kagetoki: Our actions remain the same, regardless of whether Yoshitsune-sama is killed or spared.

Morinaga: I don’t mind it either.

Morinaga: Because this is the answer Yuno arrived at after thorough consideration.

Shigehira: … There’s no point in trying to stop her anyway. Just look at that face.

Yuno: Thank you so much… all of you!

As I bowed my head in gratitude, Yoritomo-sama’s voice resounded through the hall. 

Yoritomo: However. 

Yoritomo: I can't guarantee that man will make it to the end of the battle alive. 

Yoritomo: Yoshitsune isn’t an opponent you can defeat without going all out.

Yuno: … I understand. 

(Of course I’m prepared to be hated and to bear the pain, but…) 

(I don't want to give up on saving Yoshitsune-sama’s heart.)