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Olive Branch - Part 8

Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Starring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, OCs & reader insert

Tags. fluff, crack, seperation arc, unrequited love, pining, estranged friendship, marriage, burnt house, forced proximity & angst

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The next day, Bachira left.

It wasn't a tearful farewell. But as you watched Bachira's familiar mop bounce away in the distance, you felt your heart contract just a little.

The past days with Bachira had been in one word, eventful.

It had been confronting to reconcile with your former friend, but it had been so much fun, too.

From patronising the old mall you'd gone to, all the way to ice skating.

The last days had been memorable. You'd be lying if you'd say that you hadn't missed Bachira's cheerful presence.

"Finally, that annoying cockroach is gone." Rin scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stalked away.

"Rin..."

"Let him. This is his own way of coping. Besides, we'll be together again for the upcoming big match, right?" Hiori said, although he shot a worried look in Rin's direction.

Chigiri nodded. "Yeah. Never thought I would say that I'd miss his obnoxious presence."

"You and me both." Kunigami agreed.

A gloomy silence fell over the huddled group, until you unanimously decided to take your leave.

You silently stepped into Isagi's car, Rin and Hiori already being in the backseat.

Isagi kept quiet as he started the car and drove away.

You shot him a sidelong glance. If the rest of you felt like this, how would Isagi feel?

After all, Bachira's and Isagi's friendship transcended far the usual boundaries of a normal friendship.

Isagi wasn't necessarily overly dependent, but Bachira had been the one to always stand by his side, so letting him go would probably feel like losing a brother to him.

But Isagi kept his eyes stoically on the road, gripping the steering wheel with an iron hold, as a bleak silence permeated the air.

Even Hiori was uncharacteristically quiet, his light blue eyes casted downwards.

You sighed, taking out your phone. There were a few missed messages that were work-related, as today was actually a work day.

But since today had been the day Bachira would leave, you had taken the day off to see him out and to take your things from his house.

Isagi firstly dropped Rin and Hiori off at the station before turning into Bachira's neighbourhood.

You stepped out, Isagi did, too.

His head was hung, not revealing the expression he was wearing.

For some reason, you had a feeling that was intentional.

As you went upstairs to pack your things, Isagi went to sit at the table, languidly tracing the mahogany surface.

He let out a weary sigh.

"What am I going to do without you...?" Isagi whispered.

He bit his lip, trying to quell the fresh wave of tears, but one managed to escape nevertheless.

He shivered, wrapping his arms tightly around himself.

Letting Bachira go was something Isagi knew would always happen.

But deep down, he'd remained ignorant to that, turning a blind eye to the fact that everyone had their own lives, and that they couldn't live them together for eternity.

But still...

A strangled noise left Isagi's throat.

"Isagi?"

Isagi stilled.

There you were.

Even while Isagi was in such a wretched state, seeing you still managed to take his breath away.

"...Yeah?" Isagi choked out, hastily wiping at his face as he turned away.

"Isagi." You said, your voice closer than before.

Isagi couldn't quite meet your eyes, his blue eyes dull.

Until they widened in surprise as you wrapped your arms around him.

He went stiff in your hold, freezing for a hot second, before he returned the embrace.

His face was pressed against your collarbone, his wet eyelashes stroking your shirt.

You could feel Isagi tremble in your arms. You wound your arms tighter around him, the scent of cedarwood in your nose.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Isagi's voice was barely above a whisper.

Your heart panged.

Isagi's fingers clawed in your shirt, pressing you tighter against him, as if he needed steadying.

And he probably did.

Isagi had bottled up his emotions. He didn't dare break down in front of others, preferring to seal that part of himself away.

But the moment he was left alone, all the fragile walls he'd built around himself crumbled away, revealing a boy that just missed his best friend.

"Not again...I need to, to go--" Isagi mumbled, the rough shaking slowly turning into a continuous trembling.

"Please... I can't do... no..."

Your eyebrows furrowed. What was he talking about?

However, Isagi seemed in an unresponsive state to wield any questions, so you sealed your mouth shut.

"It's okay. Let it out." You said in his hair, your hands rubbing his back.

You sat there in silence for a while, you quietly murmuring to him, your thumb moving in circles on his back.

Eventually, his trembling ceased until he slowly went slack in your arms.

You looked closer. His eyes were closed.

Exhausted as he was, Isagi had finally passed out.

Your eyes softened.

Slinging his arm over your shoulder, you dragged him over to his car.

Isagi, being the top sporter he was, was quite heavy, but after some struggling, you finally managed to fasten the buckle over him.

With one last glance at his sleeping form, you started the car, leaving Bachira's house behind you.

This was it. This was the moment you'd hoped for.

The moment you'd leave, the moment you didn't have to confront the past anymore.

So it had been momentarily after all.

Isagi woke up with a headache and straining eyes.

Harsh sunlight filtered unbiddingly in his eyes, and he had to blink a few times to clear his vision.

The first thing he realized upon waking, was that he was in a car.

A panic overtook him.

He didn't remember stepping into a car. The only thing he could recall was--

"You awake?"

The air was punched out of Isagi's lungs.

You raised an eyebrow at him from the driver's seat.

Isagi was speechless for a moment. Had you...?

No, right? But how else had he ended up here?

"You fell asleep, so I moved you into the car. I hope that's okay." You quietly informed him.

Isagi's throat went dry. "Yeah... yeah. Yeah, that's fine."

You gave him a small smile, before turning back to the road.

Isagi watched you for a bit longer.

You'd stayed. You had consoled him. You hadn't shied away when all the raw parts of him unfurled, leaving him completely vulnerable.

A lump formed in Isagi's throat.

You and Bachira were polar opposites. You were calm and composed, whereas Bachira was scatterheaded and exuberant.

However, when it came to loyalty, there wasn't much a difference.

Because for a moment, when Isagi had been in your arms, he'd felt as if he'd been transported back into time.

Five years ago. He'd broken down like that, too. However, instead of you reassuring him, it had been Bachira who'd held him.

And instead of Bachira leaving, it had been you departing.

After he'd gotten notice of your departure, he'd rushed to the airport, however, upon arriving, he'd come face to face with one weary Reo Mikage, telling him that he'd been too late.

That you'd already left.

The ground had swayed under his feet as if his world was on the verge of collapsing. Isagi had frantically tried to call you, but it had been futile.

In a frenzy, he'd rushed to the reception, trying to purchase a ticket. But Reo, who had followed him, had placed a hand on his shoulder, a firm look in his bloodshot eyes.

The strength had left Isagi's body.

He'd sagged to the ground. The world had turned black, and when he'd come by, Bachira had been beside him.

"I... I need to get to her." Isagi had pushed at Bachira, but he didn't budge.

"I... I can't let it end like this! I can't... I can't go on without her!" Isagi pleaded, his breaths coming in ragged.

"I know."

"What... what am I going to do? What if she-- she stays forever there? What if she, she--" A strangled noise escaped Isagi's throat.

"I know."

"I didn't... I didn't even tell her." Isagi choked out. "I love her. Why... why didn't I say it? My last words--"

"I know."

"Then tell me what to do!" Isagi yelled.

Bachira remained unmoved. His voice was resigned as he coaxed Isagi back onto the bed.

"We do nothing."

Isagi froze.

"No--nothing?!" His breathing sped up. He pushed the covers off of him. "We can't-- I can't--"

"But you have to." Bachira said firmly.

"If you truly love her, then you must do this."

Isagi's lips trembled, his eyes were wide, revealing the raw emotions swirling within them. "No... no. How can you say that?!"

Bachira's eyes were cast downwards. "I love her, too, you know." A shaky breath left his lips.

He tilted his head, determinedly. "But not as much as you do. No one, not me, not even him, feels as close to what you feel for her."

"Then I have to--"

"No." Bachira repeated.

"But... but I love her--"

Bachira took him by the shoulders, his yellow eyes boring straight into Isagi's blue ones.

"If you truly love her, you must let her go."

"But if she truly loves you, she'll return to you."

And you had. You were even sitting in his car. You had laughed with him. Had hold him when he felt he'd drown.

It was as if you had never left.

And for just a moment, Isagi's heart settled down.

It was quiet in the car. But unlike the stifling tension from earlier, this one was different.

"You want one?" You held out your hand.

Isagi's heart sped up.

"...Yeah." Isagi popped the kintsuba in his mouth. "Fank fou."

You snorted, eyes amused. "...Sweet."

"Hm?"

"Oh, I mean the candy... the candy's very sweet."

Isagi tilted his head questioningly, but then shrugged. "It's been a while since I've eaten this."

You chuckled. "Still your favourite?"

The corner of Isagi's lip twitched upwards. His eyes were fond when he looked at you in the eyes.

"Still is."

The rest of the car drive was spent with you and Isagi talking about many things, ranging from newly released films to work-related matters.

However, neither of you threaded the territory of what had happened five years ago.

Of course, right now wasn't the best time to address it, but that didn't take away that it had occurred.

It hung like a palpable wall between you, it made the words spoken seem heavier, it made you feel that even though you were here, sitting in the same car with the same person, things were still different.

Things still weighted down on you, and you didn't quite know what to do with that burden.

If only you could just... talk it out. Let everything be in the open.

In the past, Isagi used to be a good communicator, expressing clearly his boundaries and limits, and listening to you when you voiced yours.

But now, it was as if Isagi had clamped up. As if the words were taken from him. As if the safe space in which he could freely speak his mind, was stripped away from him.

Or maybe, maybe it was just you. Maybe you were rigid in your speech and awkward in your communication. Maybe you'd changed over the years, so much so that Isagi didn't quite know what to do with you.

Or... your eyes fell on your phone, clutched between your fingers.

Maybe your relationship had driven a wedge between your friendship. Given the flammible friction between your fiancé and Isagi, it came as no surprise to you that Isagi would in turn act stilted with you, too.

But you didn't get it. Sure, they clashed a lot in the past, but they both had grown, hadn't they? Even though they had a rivalry, you knew there was mutual respect. So why couldn't they get along?

You didn't want to exchange the one for the other. They were both important people in your life. Was it really that much to ask, to be able to have them both in your life?

"We're here." You turned off the engine.

Isagi's eyes widened. "This is where you'll be staying at?"

You sighed. "...Yeah."

While stepping out of the car, Isagi craned his neck, his mouth hanging slightly open. "It's... uh..."

"Over the top? Superfluous? Too much?" You raised your eyebrows.

Isagi chuckled. "I wanted to say "big", but I guess that fits, too."

You gave him a strained smile, before opening the rear of the car and taking out your bags.

Isagi's heart stopped.

"So..." You came to stand before him, a stray lock in your face.

Isagi's hand flexed.

"I guess this is goodbye--"

"Let me carry your bags."

"Huh?" Your lips parted in surprise, but Isagi didn't give you time to question him as he took your bags from you.

"Check in?" Isagi shot you a look over his shoulder.

You blinked owlishly.

"I... okay."

Isagi gave you a terse nod, before he walked inside.

What he saw the moment he passed the threshold, almost made him drop the bags.

"Wow..." He whispered.

"Yeah." You let out a sigh.

Isagi turned to you, wondering.

"It's just... it's so big. It'll draw a lot of attention. And well, I think I like a house a little more than an apartment." You admitted. "Makes me feel more at home."

Isagi opened his mouth, then promptly clamped it shut.

Do you want to stay with me?

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but died on his lips.

Because you letting him inside, even if just a little, after everything that had happened, was already a wonder on itself.

To think that you would still allow him to be around you, still know what his favourite candy was, still reassure him when he had hit rock bottom.

But Isagi wasn't about to push his luck. He'd been greedy, selfish even, but he knew that asking you to stay with him would be like stomping all over the little sparks that were left of your friendship.

So he stayed silent when you checked in.

Stayed silent as you rode the lift to the upper level.

Stayed silent as he stood in front of your door.

"So..." You shuffled your feet.

Isagi wrung his hands, his eyes settling on everything but you.

"This is really it, huh?" You gave him a wobbly smile.

Don't look at me like that, Isagi's mind screamed. Don't make me become more selfish than I already am. Don't make me feel more than I already do.

"...Yeah." Isagi said quietly.

"Yoi." You called. Isagi's head shot up.

Your eyes roamed over his face, before settling on his blue eyes.

"Take care of yourself, okay?" You lightly traced the eyebag underneath his eye.

Isagi froze under your touch, his breath robbed away when you looked at him with your lips slightly downturned and your eyes half-lidded. It did terrible things to him.

"You... haven't. Rested well. Have you?" You asked, eyes searching his.

Isagi felt unmoored, unmoored and scared of how you still managed to read him so well, even after so much time apart.

"Not since I left, right?" You bit your lip, eyes becoming a bit glassy.

Isagi's eyes flicked from your right eye to your left and back. His voice was stuck in his throat, but even if it would function, he didn't think he'd know what to say.

Because it was scary. Scary to admit how much you still meant to him, even after so much time spent in seperation.

It was frightening, frightening in the way how your single touch made him lose track of everything else around him, how he could be spellbound by a single glance, and not even want to look away.

But it was also petrifying. Petrifying in the sense that you could singlehandedly tear him apart and make him whole, a power you weren't even aware of.

"I liked the kintsuba." He said instead, not quite meeting your eyes.

You gave him a misty smile. "I'm glad."

Isagi gave you a curt nod. You took it as a sign, so you slowly closed the door.

"Wait--" Before he could think, Isagi stuck his foot between the door and the wall.

He grabbed your wrist, turning you towards him.

You let out a gasp as you stumbled, hands steadying yourself on his shoulders.

Isagi's face heated up, but he shook it off. Now was not the time to be distracted. If this really would be the last time he'd see you, then he couldn't end it on this note.

Not like last time.

"I..." He swallowed. "You take care, too, okay? Don't..." He faltered, "don't overwork yourself, please."

The corners of your lips turned upwards.

"I won't."

Isagi pursed his lips, eyes searching yours.

Whatever he'd been looking for, he must've found, for he relictantly released your wrist, taking a step back.

"I... uhm." Isagi's face blazed as his mind now had caught up with his actions.

I'll have to... go. Uh. Football. Yeah. You know?"

He had cancelled practise today.

"Oh." Your eyes widened. "Yeah. Of course, I--"

But your voice died in your throat, as Isagi suddenly lunged forward, his arms wrapping around your back, pressing you tight against him.

"Yoi..."

He immediately let go of you, the tips of his ears flaming red. "Alright! I'll. Uh, go. Yeah. Goodbye!"

And then he promptly fled.

You stood there, frozen for a moment.

The phantom press of Isagi's touch lingered on your skin.

You shivered.

The scent of cedarwood was in your nose when you eventually closed the door.

But a smile tugged on your lips when you opened the window.

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Blue Lock characters and videogames

Featuring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Itoshi Rin, Kurona Ranze, Hiori Yo, Raichi Jingo, Nagi Seishirou & Reo Mikage

Tags. crack

Prompt. Blue Lock characters and what sort of videogames they would play.

Disclaimer. Guys, if I forgot a game, or a character should be placed somewhere else, that's because I don't have much game knowledge, but the prompt seemed nice to try out.

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Horror games

He would play the most revolting, horrifying horror simulation to have ever existed, and then say meh.

Every time a scare jump comes, his face remains a blank slate. Lips pursed together, as if assigning blame to the game for being so low-key.

- Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishirou & Hiori Yo

Sims 4

He loves playing those family games, in which he can build comfy homes and organise well put-together interiors.

Gets so into the relationships, he actually becomes personally invested, even going so far as being genuinely excited about a successful relationship.

- Isagi Yoichi & Bachira Meguru

Minecraft

Loves playing either survival mode or dabbling in online games such as Bedwars, Skywars, or Lucky Blocks.

He gets mad to an extreme level during those heated games in Bedwars that it becomes concerning. But that is just because he's competitive.

In survival mode, you can bet he'll try to speed run things but miserably fail after dying from a Ghast or falling into a lava pit (Yikes).

- Isagi Yoichi, Raichi Jingo

Roblox

Roblox is a multifaceted platform in which there's a rich variety of differentiating games you can pick from.

Then why, pray tell, did he choose Adopt Me out of all of them?

Well, to antagonise children of course.

It's either Adopt Me or something like Zombie Attack. There's no in between.

- Nagi Seishirou, Hiori You

Fifa

Obviously, he plays Fifa. Duh, he's a football player.

Would form a team full of the best players to get peak results and to crush those poor souls of the opposing team.

He gets going to such an extensive length. It's as if he's playing in the match himself. He would definitely show a visceral reaction if he accidentally tripped someone up and received a card for that.

- Itoshi Rin, Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, NAGI SEISHIROU, Reo Mikage, Raichi Jingo

Mario Kart

Is a sucker for race games, especially if he's the one pulling in front.

Would genuinely spend much time to pick out his car and analyse the fastest and most efficient way to beat the course.

When he wins, he's like, nah, that was easy.

As if he didn't spend hours memorising the little shortcuts and the speed boosters of the map.

- Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Mikage Reo & Raichi Jingo

Genshin Impact

Mains either the strongest character (in their opinion) or the MC.

Loves doing those quests, though, if the dialogue is a bit lengthy, he'll probably skip.

Will level up his characters to a reasonably level and maintain an iron-strong team that'll defeat every boss.

Dutifully completes his daily quests and/or daily monsters.

For some, the tea pot would look very aesthetically pleasing and authentic for others... a bit on the a-unicorn-puked-here, side (Bachira).

- Isagi Yoichi, Kurona Ranze, Hiori You, Bachira Meguru, NAGI SEISHIROU & Reo Mikage

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ms/mr theresatzu, I have come here to tell you that I have missed your writing and is still waiting for the olive branch series to update. Though I am not rushing you as I know you are busy and such, dont forget to take rests, THANK YOU

Ms is fine :) and I'm glad you like the series!

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Olive Branch - Part 7

Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Characters. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishirou, Chigiri Hyouma, Kunigami Rensuke, Itoshi Rin, Kurona Ranze, Hiori Yo, OCs & reader insert

Tags. fluff, crack, angst, estranged friendship, burnt house, forced proximity, pining, yearning, unrequited love, marriage & seperation arc

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After acquiring several uncalled-for bruises, you were all seated around a table at the ice rink.

Unfortunately, you hadn't managed to beat Bachira at ice skating.

However, you had made significant improvements. Instead of flailing like a duckling, your moves now characterised a flailing duck.

Well, you know what they say, Rome wasn't built in one day.

And well, considering you'd had only a few hours to enhance your skills, you found you had made some ample progress.

A flicker of a smile ghosted over your lips.

And it had all been because of him.

Isagi threw his head back in laughter at a joke, his eyes gleaming with a rare beam of light.

The sight was nostalgic. It made your heart twitch, considering this was the first time you'd seen him genuinely at ease since he'd picked you up.

"He looks happy, huh?" Bachira commented from beside you.

You startled.

Bachira nodded at Isagi, a small smile playing on his lips.

You followed his gaze.

"...yeah."

"I think this is the first time I've seen him like that since ages." Bachira admitted.

You raised your eyebrows. "Really?"

Sweet, kind Isagi, synonymous with the sun, without his usual light?

It was as if you'd stated that the earth was flat or that gravity didn't exist.

Bachira nodded absentmindedly. "He's been working himself to the ground non-stop. All he does is wake up, train, and then go back to bed. And the next day, he'll repeat it all over again."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"

Bachira fixed you with a pointed look.

"I think we both know why."

"You know, you've been here approximately 34 minutes longer than the rest of your teammates. And that on a daily basis."

You pushed yourself from the wall you'd been leaning against, slowly walking to the person who was standing amidst the glaring headlights.

Eyeing the room curiously, you conjured up a bottle of water from behind your back.

"Here, drink up." You pushed the water in the person's hand.

"For... me?"

You let out a delighted laugh. "Am I the one who looks like they've run three marathons with no fail?"

An abashed chuckle. "Well, I guess you're right."

Being right was an understatement. More like, astutely correct.

His temples were slick with sweat, his posture slouched, a far cry from his usual ram rod stance.

He looked about ready to keel over.

As he took the bottle with a grateful nod of his head, he plopped down onto the ground and greedily started to chug the water down.

You eyed him amusedly, letting your gaze roam over his panting figure.

From the toned muscles in his legs to his defined torso, all the way to the sparkling eyes of one Isagi Yoichi.

Isagi tilted his eyebrows questioningly as you made eye contact, prompting you to avert your gaze from the water droplet that fell off of his chin.

"So... what exactly are you doing?" You eventually asked.

Isagi swiped at his forehead, sitting upright. "Training."

You raised an eyebrow. "You sure? It looked more like a torture episode to me. Are you a masochist or something?"

A chuckle. "No, I had actually planned far more for today, but I'm afraid I've pulled a muscle."

Your eyes went wide. "Even more?! Seriously, you need a break. At this rate, you might actually injure yourself."

Isagi smiled tightly. "I can't relax yet. I have to become the best." He staggered as he pushed himself back onto his feet. "Pushing myself to the limits is what Blue Lock's all about, right?"

You frowned. "Yeah. But right now, whatever you're doing, it's doing more bad than good. Where did you pull a muscle?"

"Oh, uh... I think somewhere on my back."

Sighing, you motioned him to sit down on the ground as you lowered yourself to the floor as well.

Isagi wavered, but complied, sitting in front of you.

The musky scent of his sweat protruded your nose, however, you could still detect a faint waft of cedarwood.

Huh.

A light chuckle drew from your lips.

"Well, just tell me where it hurt." You pushed onto his back.

Isagi hissed as pain flared up.

"...Alright." Frowning, you moved your hands further down and pressed. "Here?"

Isagi went stiff, a small groan leaving his lips.

You pulled away, lips in a thin line. "You've pulled more than just one muscle, huh?"

"Huh? What? No, of course no--ow!" Isagi jerked away as you jabbed his side.

"Alright." You stood up. "No training for you for a whole week."

Isagi choked.

"Wait, what?" He hastily scrambled upright. "You're joking, right?"

He stepped before you, his eyes widened in shock.

"No, wait, I have to do more! Like, improve my dribbling, my pass--"

"Isagi." You spoke. His mouth clamped shut.

"Listen, I know you want to perform your best, but if you keep this up, I'm afraid we'll have to bench you."

Isagi's stomach plummeted into the ground. He searched your eyes, a frantic edge to them. "But, but--"

You let out a weary sigh. "We can't miss you, you're a pivotal player for the team. We cannot risk you injuring yourself."

"I know, but--"

You placed a hand on his cheek. It was flaring hot.

"I also don't want to see you hurt. I care about you, alright?"

At your quiet admission, Isagi's eyes grew wide, pulse frantically racing he was afraid you might actually notice.

A crease formed between your eyebrows as you moved your hand onto Isagi's forehead. Isagi closed his eyes at the contact, leaning into the cool touch.

But just as fast as the touch had come, it disappeared in a likewise manner. Isagi's eyes opened again, a disappointed frown tugging at his lips as you pulled away.

"I think you have a fever." You asserted.

Isagi blinked.

You exhaled wearily, wrapping his arm over your shoulder, then you set to move.

"Wah-- what are you doing?" Isagi could only ask as he was basically dragged away by you.

Looking from behind your shoulder, you raised an eyebrow. "You can lean on me, you know? I'm taking you to the infirmary."

"The infirmary?" Isagi repeated. "Oh no, there's no need--"

You squeezed his arm.

Isagi shut up.

"No, we're going."

Isagi hesitated.

You tugged his arm, eyes insistently boring into his. Isagi inhaled deeply, feeling strangely unmooref and breathless.

Well, that was all the convincing he needed.

"Why are you doing all this?" He couldn't help but wonder.

You tilted your head. "Isn't that obvious?"

Isagi shook his head.

A smile stretched onto your lips. "Because I care. About you. So don't make me worried again." You raised your eyebrows.

"And as long as I care, I'll look after you, okay? So don't do something as reckless as this again." You admonished him sternly.

A grin formed onto Isagi's lips.

"Alright. But next time, I'm returning the favour." He declared, as he carefully put a bit more weight on you. He screwed his eyes shut, as the pain lessened a little, letting out a breathy groan in relief.

"Okay." You said after his proclaim, a playful glimmer in your eyes.

But Isagi's gaze was dead serious. You couldn't help but laugh.

Isagi stilled. A tentative smile of his own forming onto his lips.

"It's a deal, then?"

"Yeah."

You grinned.

Isagi had to avert his eyes.

It was the natural order.

"You know, I think you might actually have a point."

Reo wore a contemplative look, his lips slightly pursed.

Nagi tilted his head. "I always do. Anyway, what are you talking about?"

"He's talking about Y/n and Isagi." Chigiri cut in, Kunigami in tow.

"What about them?"

"I think..." Chigiri's eyes fell on you, "I think she might actually like him, too."

Kunigami raised an eyebrow. "But aren't they just friends?"

"Yeah, but... they don't act like it." Chigiri contradicted. "I mean, the way how Isagi acts... that's almost pathetic. But Y/n..."

"I don't think she even realises." Reo piped up. "How much she cares about him. Do you remember that fight?"

Chigiri rolled his eyes. "How could I not remember? That was basically the kickstart of Isagi's emo phase."

"He's such a hassle when he acts so depricating." Nagi sighed. "Can't believe we weren't allowed to contact her."

"Well, not necessarily not allowed, but everytime she was even mentioned..." Reo made a face.

"It was as if you'd violently assaulted a puppy." Kunigami filled in.

"Yeah, but what about that fight?" Chigiri redirected.

"You know how I was the one who'd driven her to the airport?" Reo mentioned.

Chigiri nodded, "Yup. Isagi was pissed at you for like half a year."

"Consequently, didn't he throw a bunch of slurs at you when you flunked a pass?" Kunigami snorted.

"Yeah. Totally uncalled for." Reo shook his head in dismay. "Anyway, I get that she was upset that day, but, don't you think she was... I don't know, reacting too strongly when it's just about a friend?"

"Well... they were the closest to each other out of all of us."

"Didn't they hold sleepovers once for like a whole week?"

"I remember Isagi standing up for her one time during U-20's, right? I've never seen him that mad before."

"Bro was actually more terrifying than Kunigami after the Wild Card."

"...What did you just say?"

"No, Nothing! I'm taking my words back. You're far more scarier now, woah, wait, WAIT--"

"Guys." Reo interrupted with a resigned sigh.

The others halted.

Kunigami reluctantly released Bachira's head, whereas Chigiri quickly put his phone in his pocket.

Reo coughed.

"As I was saying, her reaction... can we really consider it normal?"

"Exactly, she looked completely out of it when I pushed Isagi onto her today." Chigiri causally said.

Bachira's eyebrows rose. "That was you? Oh man, I should've come up with that."

"But you didn't. Which automatically means I'm better than you."

"Hey!"

"They both like each other. Why are you arguing about that when it's an established fact?" Nagi blurted.

"She kept asking me how Isagi was the past five years. Isn't it such a drag to keep that up for the entirety of that?"

Reo's head turned lightning fast. "What did you say?"

A sudden silence fell.

Nagi's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "She didn't ask any of you? She has sent me a message once a week to check up on him. It's clear she's still keeping tabs on him."

"Tabs on him?" Chigiri echoed.

Nagi let out a sigh. "She declined an offer to work as Administrative Chief Officer for Re Al, because she wanted to keep working at JFU."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"WHAT?!"

"Holy shit."

"Did she do that for us? Guys, Y/n cares about me!"

"Shut up, Bachira. Everyone knows she mostly did it for Isagi, honestly."

"Hey, let a man dream!"

"Wait, hold up, back up." Reo retracted. "So... she said that, explicitly?"

"Yes." Nagi shuffled in his chair. "Why, didn't she say that to you?"

Kunigami crossed his arms. "I tried to contact her, but she never responded."

"Yeah, my calls also never went through." Bachira nodded.

"...Didn't she have a new number?" Chigiri inquired.

"Oh, yeah. I had to actually ask this guy," Bachira pointed at Reo, "for her number."

The others stared at Reo, who shrugged, "My firm works closely with hers, so obviously, I needed her number. By the way, you're welcome for that favour. You and Isagi."

"Isagi?" Chigiri raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he wanted to know which hotel Y/n stayed at. So, I pulled some strings." Reo explained. "He was acting all fussy, too. How unnerving."

Nagi sighed. "Couldn't he have transferred that concern to us, his teammates? I don't like his peevish attitude."

Bachira groaned. "He's an absolute beast when it comes to practice now."

"Yeah, something really has to happen." Kunigami concurred.

"For our sake, and his own. I fear what will happen if he keeps this up."

After skating for another hour at the rink, the lot of you decided to call it quits and move to Bachira's place.

Unfortunately, Reo's limousine was big, but not large enough to fit everyone, so whereas the rest took to Reo's luxury car, Isagi, Rin, and you were to be escorted by Bachira.

"Tch. You drive an Opel? Lame."

Rin scoffed as he harshly pulled the door open.

"Hey! This is my mum's car! She's a bit old, but she'll do just fine." Bachira retorted.

Old was an understatement. It looked like a goddamn wreck.

The hinges of the car doors were frayed so much, so that the doors would rambunctiously creak with every minute movement made.

The car was also littered in... paint? And were those... dents?

"Uhm..." You shuffled on your spot.

You pursed your lips, shooting a longing look at Reo's limousine.

"So... uh... what happened to your car?" You gestured at the craters.

"Oh!" Bachira sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Crashed into a lantern one time. Oh, and the garage. Parking is so difficult."

You eyed him with horror. Then you eyed the keys in his hand with horror.

Suddenly, you were very, very glad that Isagi had been the one to pick you up a few days ago.

"You're not driving." Rin stated from his place in the back.

"Don't insult my driving skills! It's natural to crash once in a while!" Bachira defended.

"Uh... dude. No offence, but no, it's not." Isagi made a face. "I'll drive since Rin can't."

Your eyes widened, turning to Rin. "You can't drive?"

"No." Rin curtly replied. "It's a waste of time when I can just play football instead."

"Oh."

"Well, let's get in everyone, don't want to be the last one to arrive!" Bachira urged.

"Dude, not everything's a competition." You spoke.

The others' eyes flashed.

You blinked.

"...Alright... Guess it is."

You drove in silence. Though Bachira's obnoxious humming disrupted it.

Bachira was in the passenger seat because after seeing the abysmal state of the seat, neither you nor Rin wanted to take that place.

You sneaked a glance at Rin, whose back was turned to you as he glanced outside.

During skating, you had been preoccupied trying to follow up Isagi's instructions as to not fall, so you hadn't really interacted with Rin much.

Although you and Rin's friendship wasn't as exuberant as the ones you had with the others, his presence was one you had come to enjoy.

During the U-20's, a somewhat steady bond had formed between the two of you, one that was albeit unexpected, but not unwelcome.

Sometimes, you'd just sit in companiable silence, occasionally dropping a few words or asking questions.

But now, the silence felt... oppressing, stifling. It was no longer characterised by the reassuring quietness you had come to associate with Rin.

"Stop shuffling. You're distracting me." Rin spoke.

You stiffened. "Sorry."

Rin sighed, and turned away.

Your lips parted. Your heart panged as you took out your phone to divert your attention.

You sighed. Still no messages from your fiancé.

"You still with him?" Rin's voice came from near you.

Flinching, you fumbled with your phone, almost letting it fall. "Huh?"

Rin rolled his eyes. "Are you still in a relationship with him?"

Somewhere, you could hear the humming stop.

"...Yeah?"

"Oh." Rin said. "Okay."

Then he resumed staring out the window again.

You blinked, wondering where that came from.

"What?" His eyes were stoic as he raised his eyebrows at you.

"Uh... how have you been?"

"..."

"..."

"...Fine."

You tilted an eyebrow. "Sae's still an ass?"

"Tell me about it." Rin let out a sigh.

You let out a laugh. "Bet he still does that one-hand-on-the-hip pose."

Huffing, Rin replied, "Yeah. And he still doesn't like Japan, despite liking salted seaweed. Stupid brother. Tch."

You cracked a laugh.

A subtle, hesitant smile grew on Rin's lips.

You took it as a win.

As you and Rin quietly conversed in the back, Isagi glimpsed in the rear mirror.

You laughed about a stray comment Rin made, nose scrunching up as your lips tilted into a smile.

Isagi's heart clenched as his eyes softened around the edges.

"If you don't pay attention on the road, we might crash."

Isagi swerved.

"Woah! I didn't mean literally!" Bachira guffawed.

"Sorry. Just a bit... distracted." Isagi winced.

"Yeah, obviously." Bachira wiggled his eyebrows.

Isagi rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you."

Cracking a smile, Bachira laid back in his seat. "So, you convinced yet?"

"Huh?" Isagi shot him a glance. "Convinced about what."

The corners of Bachira's lips upturned. "That she doesn't hate you. Never has, actually."

Isagi went still.

"You're not, huh?" Bachira let out a sigh.

Shaking his head, Bachira patted his arm. "You really are hopeless in that area, no?"

Isagi pursed his lips, the tips of his ears turning red.

"...Maybe." Isagi frowned. "But why else would she freeze up every time she sees me?"

"...Or maybe, there is a whole different reason."

Isagi's breath caught, Bachira's implicaton hanging heavily in the air.

"No. No, that can't be." Isagi mumbled. "She's engaged, Bachira. You don't get engaged when you... you..." He faltered.

"But you also don't turn down the offer to become Administrative Chief Officer at Re Al for just a friend."

Isagi choked.

The car hitched, and Isagi gripped the steer wheel tighter.

He ignored a pair of blistering eyes from one broody Itoshi brother in his back.

"She... what?!" He hissed.

"You heard me," Bachira placed his head in his folded arms, a smug grin playing on his lips.

"But... why? Why would she--." A crease formed between Isagi's eyebrows. "That's the biggest offer there is! That way, she can realize her dream--"

"The same way you realized your dream?" Bachira cut in.

Isagi's mouth clasped shut.

"You've been turning down offers. I wouldn't say that your dream is all that important to you now."

"What-- of course it is! I'm the number one striker in the world--"

Bachira smiled wistfully. "But that's not what you want, right? You want more."

Isagi averted his eyes.

His voice was small when he spoke next.

"...Am I deserving of more?"

Bachira sighed. "Of course you are! You keep doubting that, but if anyone deserves each other, then it's you two. Besides, would you really allow her to marry him?"

Isagi's nose scrunched up in distaste, his eyes momentarily flicking to the rear mirror.

The penchant on your necklace was nestled comfortably on your skin.

Isagi hadn't seen you without it.

It was a piece of him that you carried with you.

And maybe, that had to be just enough.

But...

The necklace in his pocket felt like laden.

"...I don't know. If she's happy--" He choked out, voice cracking at the end.

Bachira caught it anyway.

"Well, she's wearing it. It has to mean something, right?" Bachira nudged him in his side, "And if not, what did today mean?"

Isagi's froze.

"Oh this? Nothing compared to when I go up against Rin."

"Shh, careful. Or he might hear."

"Oh, yeah. Can't risk him killing me more than he already has."

That had been the first time you'd laughed at him. A small grin formed on Isagi's lips.

Bachira's smug smile ripped Isagi out of his revery.

"...Shut up."

"I wasn't saying anything."

Isagi pointed a finger at him. "You were thinking something."

"Yeah," Bachira sighed dreamily, "I was thinking how utterly oblivious you are."

"Hey!"

"Well, you better do something, Isagi." Bachira's tone became serious. "I want to see my best friends happy before I leave for FC Barcha."

A resigned sigh tore from Isagi's throat.

"I... I will try."

"You better!" Bachira chirped.

"Or I'll come straight from Spain and kick your ass!"

Isagi rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. Gotta jump real high to even reach."

"I'm taller than you!" Bachira guffawed.

"Oh, my bad, thought we were talking about your lack of height in the kitchen."

"Hey! I can cook, too!"

"Okay," Isagi deadpanned. "Mr I Burned Toast."

"..."

Isagi grinned.

"...You don't play fair!" Bachira stuck out his tongue.

Isagu shrugged. "That, or you're a bit thick in the head."

"Tch. You're thick in the head." Bachira crossed his arms childishly. "Hurry up and join Re Al already. I want to kick your butt on the field."

Isagi stayed silent for a little while.

His eyes darted to you. You and the penchant.

Could that be enough?

Happiness is not momentarily with you

But joy is eternal for me

"...Maybe I will."

"So, what took you so long?" Chigiri shot you all a complacent look as you stepped out of the car.

"Isagi's atrocious driving." Rin bluntly spoke. "Next time, Y/n's driving."

Isagi coloured red. "I'm just a bit tired, that's all!"

Nagi nodded. "Yeah, you look you need one long nap. Or twenty-three."

Isagi spluttered, "Excuse me?"

"Good one, Nagi." Reo gave him a high five.

"Careful guys, or Isagi-kun will chew ya out." Hiori snickered.

"More than he already has, has?" Kurona chided.

"Teaming up on me--"

"Stop blabbering already." Rin cut in. "Open the door."

Bachira teasingly laughed, "Someone here is impatient."

Rin raised an eyebrow. "Someone here is asking for a beating."

Bachira quickly opened the door.

"Wow, I'll never get used to this." Chigiri commented as he stalked inside.

"This looks like straight from My Little Pony." Nagi remarked from Reo's back.

Rin's eyes narrowed. "Why did we decide to go... here?"

Bachira kicked off his shoes. "Because... I have the best films!"

Huffing indignantly, Reo conceded, "He's right. I just can't get my hands on the films you've got."

Smiling cheekily, Bachira replied, "That's because they're all DVD!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What a boomer."

"Wow. He's like vintage. You think he has a phonograph?"

"Hey! You know I can hear you!"

"That was the point, dumbass."

"Well, what are we watching?" Reo plopped down onto the couch, Nagi next to him.

Rin rifled through the DVDs.

He shot an accusatory look at Bachira.

"Why are these all kids shows?"

"Duh." Bachira sat crosslegged on the ground. "That's because they're cracked!"

You curiously glanced inside. "Bambi? That's like, ancient." You filtered more. "Frozen? Mulan?"

Your eyes widened when you pulled out another DVD. "Lilo and Stitch?"

"Let's watch that, guys." Hiori took a seat on the ground.

Kurona agreed, "It's better than horror movies."

Rin's eyes darkened.

When all unanimously concurred, albeit some a bit reluctantly, Bachira went to the kitchen to prepare some snacks.

You hesitatingly stood in the middle of the living room, debating where you should sit.

"Hey, Y/n! Come sit next to me!" Reo patted the place next to him.

You let out a sigh of relief as you took the place between Rin and Reo.

"You better not fall asleep." Rin squinted his eyes suspiciously.

You rolled your eyes, punching his shoulder, "You better not throw a fuss two minutes in."

Rin scoffed. "I don't do that."

You grinned. "We'll see."

As everyone got seated and Bachira returned with the snacks, the film started.

Soon, everyone was silent, safe for a few commentaries from Isagi and Rin.

The room was enveloped in an ambiance of cammaraderie and peace.

A small smile stretched onto your lips. Even though your inital reaction to the meeting had been a bit wary, turns out you hadn't had to worry about reconciling with your former friends.

Chigiri nudged your leg, causing your foot to jerk, accidentally hitting Kunigami, who shoved it in reply.

Rin wore a deadpan, but his hands were loosely laying on his lap as he shot the rambling Isagi a petulant glance.

Yeah. You really had worried for nothing.

Nothing had changed.

Your heart warmed.

"What are you smiling at, loser?" Rin scoffed, but the bite lacked.

"Today was fun." You replied truthfully.

"Tch."

Rin stood up.

You raised an eyebrow.

Rin impatiently made a gesture with his hand. Your eyebrows furrowed, uncomprehending.

Shaking his head, Rin pinched the bridge of his nose, before he unceremoniously shoved you aside, causing you to harshly collide against Isagi.

Well, so much so for not throwing a fuss.

"Woah--" Isagi's voice resounded, the vibrations of his voice rumbling in his chest.

His hand was meekly placed on your shoulder to steady you, the contact points seering into your skin.

"What's that for?" You demanded as Rin sat down on your spot.

"I don't want to sit between two sappy idiots. You make me want to puke." Rin spat.

"Aw Rin, you care!" Bachira chimed.

"I care that you keep your mouth shut when I'm watching the film."

"Guys, he's actually invested in the film." Hiori snickered.

"Yeah, obviously." Nagi spoke up. "Stitch is cool."

"But Mertle is such a bitch." Chigiri added, which prompted Kunigami to speak up and a discussion to ensue.

You cracked a smile at their antics and bickering, a warmth encompassing your heart.

The hand on your shoulder tightened slightly.

You tilted your head up questioningly.

The air was punched out of your lungs.

Blue. Opulent blue eyes. Eyes rich in blue that made you reminisce about film nights just like these.

Isagi's mouth opened, looking as if he wanted to say something.

His eyes were searching yours. His adam sapple bobbed when he swallowed.

You followed the motion, throat becoming dry.

But as you realized what you were doing, your eyes hastily flicked upwards, tracing the curve of Isagi's lips and the slope of his nose before they blended in the familiar blue once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

And all the while, Isagi's dazed eyes stayed steadingly on you. Not piercing, not dissecting, just seeing. Seeing you.

You shivered.

That seemed to dispell the hazy look in Isagi's eyes.

"...You cold?" He whispered.

"Oh, uhm..." Your face heated up.

"Here," Isagi rubbed his hand on your shoulder. "That better?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but your voice malfunctioned. So you merely inclined your head.

A soft smile conjured onto Isagi's lips.

"This brings back memories."

You nodded. "...Yeah."

"Though I prefer watching the Minions."

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, right. Nothing beats the Lion King."

"Oh?" Isagi challenged. "Is that because you cried during the film?"

You let out a scandelous gasp. "No I did not! And if I recall correctly, I saw you wipe away a tear!"

"Did not!"

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Alright." You said, "It's a draw then, but I'm totally going to be the last one to fall asleep."

Isagi wore a competitive smile. "Really? Because you were the one who always fell asleep first."

You tilted your head, eyes locking with Isagi's. "Really now? Well, why don't we find out and see?"

"Oh, you're on." Isagi grinned.

"Be ready to lose, Yoi." You countered, without thinking.

Isagi stilled, the challenging look falling off his face. "What... what did you--"

You froze. That had just slipped out of your mouth.

Then, Rin cut in, "Shut up already!"

That prompted you to tear your eyes away from Isagi's, fixing your eyes on the television screen.

The hand on your shoulder felt heavy. You could feel Isagi's gaze on you.

You felt your hands turn clammy.

This is just momentarily.

It's just momentarily.

But as Isagi rubbed circles on your shoulder with his thumb, you didn't know if this back-and-forth with Isagi could be momentarily.

But what then? What would happen if this... this tentative reprieve, this temporary glimpse into the Isagi you had known before, wasn't momentarily?

You didn't know if you wanted an answer to that.

"Wow. Didn't they say that they would be the last one to fall asleep?"

"Tch. Yeah, right. With the eyebags they have, I was surprised they even managed to go through the day."

"Wait, wait, does someone have a phone?"

"Right here. No worries. I already made pictures."

"This is peak blackmail material. Sent it to me."

"Done."

"Huh. They don't look that terrible together, huh?"

They all huddled around the two people on the couch, safe for Rin, as the film that had been playing on the screen, had long since been paused.

Isagi was lying with his back against the backrest, his arm pressed against your side. His head was resting on top of yours, a faint trace of a smile on his lips as he breathed out evenly.

Your eyes were closed, face half-hidden from view as it were smudged against his shoulder.

"Huh." Hiori put away his phone. "Guess Isagi has game after all."

"Nah," Chigiri sniped, "It's only because he's too far gone."

"Yeah." Kunigami was in agreement. "Honestly, I'm just glad they finally patched things up."

Reo raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Did they? You know Isagi has chickened out a lot, right?"

Bachira laughed. "Tell me about it. He couldn't even man up to tell her he'd been the one behind the gestures."

"Well," Reo reasoned. "I'm glad things have sorted out, but I'm going to go home. You coming, Nagi?"

Nagi looked up from his videogame. "Oh, yeah. Bye."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to go, too."

"Same, I've got training tomorrow."

"So we're all going, then? Great, because that floor was diabolic."

Slowly, everyone departed, until only Bachira, Isagi and you remained.

Bachira quietly turned off the lights, a whimsical smile on his face as he eyed the two of you resting on the couch, wholly unaware.

"See, you just had to take the first step." Bachira whispered, eyeing Isagi and you, huddled under that Olaf blanket he'd bought from the mall with you.

Because sometimes, the first step was harder than the second, the third, the fourth.

But after taking the first step, everything would steamroll from there.

And when Bachira saw the contented expressions on your faces, he got the feeling that, maybe, maybe, things really could be patched up.

Because some things, some things always return, because they'd never meant to be momentarily.

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Masterlist

Masterlist Olive Branch

[theresatzu]

Blue Lock characters and being your study buddy

Starring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishirou, Itoshi Rin & Chigiri Hyuoma

Tags. crack

Isagi Yoichi

✎ He cannot focus. Like at all.

✎ He's the type who would constantly be distracted by every single thing. He cannot for the live of him concentrate on that boring piece of chopped wood they call a math book.

✎ Bounches his leg. Shifts every five minutes in his chair. Sighs. What does being quiet mean?

✎ He is surprisingly good at discovering patterns and finding logic in equations or questions when he actually locks in.

"Are you done yet?" Isagi's left leg bounced up and down.

"Not yet." You responded, not looking up from your notebook.

Isagi slumped back in his chair. "I want to play football."

You sighed. "You haven't even started."

"I know... but I just..."

You raised an eyebrow, "...Am too distracted?"

Isagi flushed. "No..."

You stared blankly at him.

"You've been staring at the window for over ten minutes now."

Isagi let out a loud sigh as he listlessly kicked the table leg.

"Look," You pushed Isagi's math book back to him.

Isagi's face fell.

Ignoring his dismayful look, you reasoned, "If you want to play more football, you have to get a good grade for math, or you'll be kicked off the team. Do you want that?"

Isagi's eyes widened. "Kicked off?! No one told me that!"

You raised an imperious eyebrow. "Better get going then."

"What the hell. Since when were you a math genius?" You exclaimed, looking over the equations Isagi had dutifully written down.

"Oh... I'm not?" Isagi bashfully scratched his neck. "I just saw some patterns, that's all."

You looked between Isagi's notebook and the man himself in disbelief.

"Dude. You can literally be like... a top student if you wanted to."

Isagi shrugged. "I think I'd prefer to be a top footballer."

Well, what could you say to that?

Bachira Meguru

✎ Similar to Isagi, he cannot focus. Likes to doodle all over his notes, with his tongue poking out between his lips in deep concentration.

✎ He's also restless. But worse. Will randomly like... jump from his chair, or make paper planes and throw them at passerbyers (Rin).

✎ When he's bored, he'll come to bother you, poking your cheek, nudging your side. Bachira is not a responsible study buddy.

"What are you doing."

You eyed Bachira's hunched figure, which was shielding something he had been working on for the past few minutes.

And by the looks of Bachira's mischievous grin, he was not up to any good.

"What?" Bachira asked innocuously.

You raised an eyebrow.

"I'm doing homework!" Bachira defended. "Look, I can say the days of the week in English! Monday, Tuu-tuesday... uh... weddo--weddosday?"

You made a face.

"It's Wednesday. And what are you planning?" You corrected, moving closer to take a better look, but Bachira hurriedly covered it with his arms.

"Show it to me." You demanded sternly.

"No." Bachira stuck out his tongue.

You moved your fingers, beckoning. "Come on. I don't have all day."

Bachira petulantly crossed his arms, "I'll show it to you when it's ready."

You clacked your tongue in annoyance. "Are you even ready with homework? Bet you haven't even started."

You swiped Bachira's chemistry notebook from underneath his nose.

Your eyes bulged.

"What the fuck did you draw?! Is that... is that me?!"

"Oh that?" Bachira laughed as he pointed at a very deformed figure. "That's you, when you try to catch the rain with your tongue."

"What."

"And look!" Bachira excitedly tapped onto another doodle he'd drawn. "That's Isagi, when he really gets into a game."

"You made his face three times bigger than his body."

Bachira snapped his fingers. "Exactly!"

"..."

"I need to sit down." Shaking your head, you leaned back in your stool.

You opened your bag and took a long swig of your water bottle.

"Oh wait! Is that a peppermint? Can I have one?" Bachira piped up, pointing at the peppermint role sticking out of your bag.

You removed the bottle from your lips. "Oh, Sure."

You handed him one.

You didn't see Bachira's twinkling eyes.

"Thanks!" Bachira walked off, as you sat down, determined to get the remainders of your homework wrapped up.

However, the peace didn't last long.

"Aha! That's what I was missing! Come on, Y/n, look!" Bachira pulled your arm, causing you to drag your pen all over your notes.

"Bachira!" You hissed.

"Come, come!" Bachira dragged you away, and pointed at...

"What have you done?!"

You shrieked, eyes widening, horrified, as you stared at the bulging coca cola bottle that was dangerously on the verge of bursting.

"Amazing, right?" Bachira cheekily grinned. "I call it the Bachira Special!"

"No. No, no. There is nothing special about this!" You hissed. "Don't you know what happens when you put mint in coca cola?"

"Uh... no? I didn't make my homework." Bachira shrugged.

You shot a dismayed look at Bachira's forgotten chemistry book.

You turned back to him, "You should've! Because it--"

The coca cola blew up, shooting up from the table and sprouting juice everywhere.

A loud kabam reverberated as it smashed against the ceiling. Then it fell down, straight onto--

"What the actual fuck."

You froze.

Itoshi Rin.

There he was, in all his mighty glory. And with coca cola dripping from his hair.

His eyes locked onto yours and Bachira's.

"We're dead, aren't we?" You whispered.

"Only if he catches us!" And without further ado, Bachira sprinted away.

"You traitor!" You yelled out, still rooted to your spot, but as you saw Rin lunge, your legs desperately pumped to get away from the murderous glint in his eyes.

As you catched up to Bachira, you panted. "You... you're terrible."

"Am I?" Bachira smiled.

"No." You heaved. "You're awful, loud, and--"

"A chemistry genius!"

"You're dead!" Rin yelled.

Reo Mikage

✎ Certified genius. Literally passes all his subjects with flying colours.

✎ Helps others, is actually a good tutor.

✎ Though, if he's bored, he'll whip out things like intricate diagrams that predict the flow of the economy, or reports of board meetings. No one really understands it. Except for Reo Mikage, of course.

"You've... already finished everything?" Your jaw fell to the ground.

"Oh, this? Yeah, not a big deal." Reo dismissively waved his hand.

"Not a big deal?!" You echoed, positively flummoxed. "You've done the homework for... the next two periods for all the subjects already?!"

"Oh." Reo made a disappointed noise. "Thought I'd already finished everything for the whole year. Guess I'll do the rest tomorrow."

"You're unbelievable." You shook your head.

"Well, if that's all, do you want to see some really exciting stuff?" Reo asked, enthused.

"Uh..." You eyed your half-made work. "...sure?"

Rookie mistake.

Half an hour later, you were pretty sure your brain was fried.

"Wait... wait, so... hold up, you're saying that the sudden...addition? Of a new company could cause... fluctu--fluctuations in the economy's growth to just... disappear?"

"Yeah! When we're talking about a monopoloy, then a new business could..." Reo droned on.

Your face fell.

Everything whirred, the world spun, and Reo was still talking. Still talking, and...

"You actually understand this?" You inquired incredulously.

"Huh? Yeah, of course. These are just the basics." Reo shrugged.

Shrugged as if this was child's play for him.

Shrugged as if this was just a walk in the park for him.

Shrugged as if he didn't see the ominous glint in your eyes.

Reo went on. "Interesting, right? Right? Wait, Y/n, where are you going? Wait... why are you walking to the window? No, don't open it--DON'T STICK YOUR LEG OUT--"

Nagi Seishirou

✎ Does... nothing. Except sleeping and lazing around.

✎ Despite his unprolific attitude towards his studies, he actually manages to perform exceptionally.

✎ He'll be that guy that'll do nothing, but then solves the most groundbreaking, world-devastating problem ever.

"He's just... sleeping. Why is he even here?" One of your study buddies asked.

"At least he doesn't snore." Another grumbled.

You sighed. "He wanted to come. Wait. Scratch that. His exact words were: "It's too much of a hassle to walk back home.""

"Well, sounds like him." Another shrugged. "Hey, can someone help me with his sum? I don't understand it. I was pretty sure I had applied the right rule to it, but it doesn't seem to bring me any further."

Someone winced. "Ah... geometry. Literally the bane of my existence."

You took a glance at the question and blanched. Yeah, this was just a reach too far.

When no one seemed to be able to help, the person threw their hands. "Ugh! I'm going to get a one at this rate! This shit's too difficult!"

"I feel you buddy, I feel you." Another commiserated.

"Why do they even give this to us poor kids?! What's wrong with them?"

"What's all the fuzz about?" A sleepy voice drawled, causing the exclaims to take on another note.

"Wow. So he's not a statue?"

"I thought he wasn't breathing."

"Nagi, we were just discussing math." You elaborated.

"Oh." Nagi blinked. "Can we go home?"

You made a face. "Sorry, but we need to get this sum solved, or we'll be in trouble later."

"Oh." Nagi shuffled. "That sum?" He pointed at the one you'd been on the verge of pulling your hair out for.

Nagi squinted his eyes for a moment.

Then, "Just apply statement of Thales, then use the uniformity used in right triangles before you calculate the acreage of the highlighted field." Nagi blurted out.

A silence fell.

"Holy crap... he's right!"

"What the hell... he's been sleeping all this time and he actually managed to solve it... is he an actual monster?!"

"Can you just make all my homework for the year? No the next few years?"

Turning an ignorant ear to the other's words, Nagi tugged on your sleeve. "That was such a hassle. Do you have to do that all the time?"

You chuckled, teasing, "Not everyone can effortlessly pick that up from the get go."

"Oh." Nagi's mouth moved. "Well, I solved it. Can we go home?"

You shook your head. "Fine." You inclined your head, "Get on."

Nagi draped himself over your back, his face nuzzling your neck. "I don't understand why everyone makes such a deal about that. Ugh, my head hurts from all that thinking."

You raised an eyebrow. "You've slept for two hours straight."

"That's exhausting, too." Nagi defended. "But this is nice." His body went slack as he relaxed against you.

Nagi yawned. "Maybe you should just carry me in my dreams, too."

Itoshi Rin

✎ Only does his best when he wants to. He's the sort of person that'll only excell if he actually puts his mind to it.

✎ Doesn't even do the homework, except for English, because that's the only subject he finds important for his professional football career.

✎ When he's done with English, you might be able to guess it, but yes, he'll do only football related things afterwards.

"Hey Rin, do you know the answer to the third question of math?"

"Huh?" Rin looked up from his studybook. Without even glancing at your book, he responded, "No."

You blanched. "You haven't even looked!"

"That's because I don't make math, dumbass." He responded.

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Huh? Why not?"

Rin shrugged, his eyes still glued to his book. "I don't need it. Why would I waste time on such trivial things?"

"But then... what are you doing now?"

You curiously chanced a look at Rin's book, wondering what he actually did do.

"English?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Is that the only subject you learn for?" You asked incredulously.

Rin irritatedly looked up. "Yeah. I don't need anything else, as I've said before."

"Well... how good is your English then?" You couldn't help but ask.

"Tch." Rin rolled his eyes as he shoved a paper in your face.

With a perfunctory eye roll at Rin's typical antics, you grabbed it from him.

Your mouth fell open.

"Rin?! You got full marks on the writing assignment?"

"What? Should that be a surprise?" Rin replied, aloof.

"Uh... I guess... no?"

The answer was yes. One thousand times yes.

The writing assignment was extremely difficult, even just one eeny teeny mistake could cost one tenth of a point.

And Rin had received full marks.

"You... how did you not make any mistakes...? You had to write at least twenty pages..." You whispered, amazed.

Your eyes widened. "Wait--if you're that good, how come you're so shit--uh... less better at the others? You can easily be top of the class!"

Rin let out an exaggerated sigh. "How many times must I repeat this? I have no interest for things that don't have any purpose." He slammed his book closed.

He shoved his books in his bag. "I'm done with studying."

You checked the clock. Hardly twenty minutes had passed.

You raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You're just going to fail all the other subjects?"

Rin's eyebrow tilted. "I'll get passable grades. The thing that really matters is becoming better and crushing my older brother."

"..."

Ignoring your baffled expression, Rin took out another notebook.

"What's that?" You peeked at his notebook over his shoulder, in which Rin was scribbling some notes.

"Football analysis." Rin curtly replied while taking out his protactor.

You chanced a glimpse at his notes.

The colour drained from your face.

"Wait Rin..." Your eyes widened.

"What."

"You... did you just apply the second rule of Newton?!"

"Huh?"

Nodding to yourself, you prodded a finger at Rin's notes. "Yeah, look. You've ciphered out from underneath which hook and with what amount of strength to hit the ball to get it in the right corner on a windy day!"

Rin rolled his eyes. "That's just common knowledge."

You gaped at him. "No, it's not. Look, you even applied Pythagoras there."

"I need to know the distance to the corner of the goal." Rin deadpanned. "Any normal person would know how to calculate that. Now shut up, I don't need your blabbering to disrupt me."

And with that, Rin went unperturbed back to his notebook, scribbling down more formulas and equations the man himself was unaware of.

You shook your head.

"Normal person, my ass." You mumbled.

Chigiri Hyouma

✎ Is good at explaining. If he wants to. Might be a little mean, but he means well.

✎ Favourite subjects are English and History, so he won't really spend much time on the others. Doesn't mean that he isn't good at them, though.

✎ His notes are neat and organised. Anyone would beg for them.

✎ Chigiri values speed and efficiency, so he'll make sure to be the first one who's done.

"Wow Chigiri, your notes are impeccable." You complimented in awe, as you watched Chigiri neatly highlight something he'd written in his elegant calligraphy.

"Ah, really? Thanks. Yours not too teribble, either." Chigiri carded his fingers through his hair.

You chuckled. "So, do you think you can help me with this question of English?"

"Hm? Sure." Chigiri looked up from his notebook. "Which one?"

"This one." You pointed at a particular trying question. "I'm wondering if this conditional is correct in this specific context."

Chigiri's eyes narrowed. "What did you have?"

""If I had been elected I would have been president by now.""

It was silent.

Then,

"Pfftt..." Chigiri's shoulders shook.

"Hey! Don't laugh!" You snapped, ears flushing red.

"Ha ha!" Chigiri slapped the table. "It's: "If I had been elected, I would be president by now", because it's a hypothetical happening in the past with a present result."

"Huh?" Your eyebrows whizzed together, before realisation dawned in. "Oh! I guess you're right. But," You punched his arm, "don't be such an arse about it!"

"Sorry, sorry." Chigiri said with a grin.

You made a face. "...You're not actually sorry, are you?"

"You're right, I'm not." Chigiri flipped his hair.

Tch. Diva.

You threw your hands. "You're impossible."

"No, I'm just fast." Chigiri winked, as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

You tilted your head. "What are you doing?"

"What? You haven't finished yet?" Chigiri teasingly flicked your forehead.

You grumbled, "I'll be faster than you."

"Oh, yeah? Try to catch up then."

And before you knew it, Chigiri had ran off.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" You yelled.

Chigiri's smile only widened, swinging with something in his hands.

Your eyes went wide.

"Give me my English book back!"

Chigiri ran.

"I'll pull your hair!" You threatened, voice suddenly dangerously close.

Aw shit.

Chigiri ran faster.

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Olive Branch - Part 6

Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Starring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro, Hiori Yo, Chigiri Hyuoma, Kunigami Rensuke, Itoshi Rin, OCs & reader insert

Tags. fluff, crack, angst, seperation arc, unrequited love, burned house, confessions, pining, marriage, burned house, forced proximity & estranged friendship

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The next day, you weren't waken up by a fire alarm going off, but by a surprise, that was in terms of being alarming evenly matched with Bachira's proficiency in the kitchen.

The surprise came in the frenzied whirlwind of one Bachira Meguru.

"I have a surprise for you, so be prepared to leave work early!" Bachira exclaimed, while barreling into your room.

At the ruckus, your eyes flew open, grogginess and morning sleepiness clinging at your consciousness.

"Huh? Wah?"

"That's a yes! And don't worry, I've already spoken with your boss!" Bachira reassured, jittering excitedly.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes as the haze of sleep slowly faded away. "Wait, what do you mean? And surprise?" You blinked your eyes, confused.

"Yup! I'm not allowed to say more, so you'll have to do with that!"

"That's not helping at all--"

"Sorry. Can't say any more. I have to go now. Football thingies and all."

And with no further ado, Bachira whirled out of your room, leaving you stunned.

"Bee--"

Bachira stuck his head out of the bedroom frame. "There's breakfast on the kitchen counter. Buh-bye!"

"You-- but you can't cook!"

But the words fell on deaf's ears.

Grumbling, you decided that sleep was no use at this point, so you opted to just make yourself ready for the day.

After having made yourself presentable, carefully dressed in your professional get-up, you trudged downwards, fearing for the worst.

However, the sight that you were met with, was completely at odds with your expections that were akin to the abysmal state of Bachira's kitchen from the last time he'd tried his hand at cooking.

There was no fire alarm going off. There wasn't any smoke. Or burned toasts.

No, there was a bowl with rice seasoned with sesame seeds and a side plate of tamagoyaki and tsukemono.

You faltered, slowly approaching the plate as if approaching a feral animal gone rogue.

You rubbed your eyes, wondering if you were dreaming, or if the amount of workload had finally gone to your head.

But when you held the still warm plate, you realised it was in fact, not a figment of your imagination.

The delicious aroma wafted in your nose, making your mouth water.

"Jeez, Bee..." You let slip, in awe. But the thought immediately felt misplaced.

Was Bachira capable of making this?

The fever stench of burned toasts pushed away the notion.

No. Definitely not. Was it ordered, then? But if so, wouldn't it have gone cold?

Strange.

However, all suspicion drained from your mind the moment you took a bite out of the tamagoyaki.

"Holy shit..." Your eyes widened, hastily taking another spoonful.

It was ravishing. Impeccable. Seasoned to perfection.

It was a far cry from the plain toast you grabbed in the mornings on your way to work.

"If I could eat like this every day..." You murmured.

You usually spent mornings alone, so you never really took the time to prepare such an extensive breakfast.

And on the rare days both you and your fiancé were off from work, you either just ordered something or went to a cafe.

You sighed, eyes falling on your phone.

It was blank.

Fidgeting with your necklace, you ate up the last of the meal, pulling a slightly disappointed face as your plate was depleted.

You took up the plate and brought it to the kitchen, mood slightly dampened at the reminder of your unanswered messages.

As you put your plates away, you didn't notice a small note fluttering off.

But well, the difference between some actions are that some get noticed and some just don't.

A small descrepancy with big consequences.

If things would have gone differently, maybe you would have never chosen "Captain Thoughtful" as a nickname.

If things would have gone differently, maybe you would have eaten such delicious breakfasts everyday.

But alas, that was in the past.

And who ever returns to what was then?

At work, your mind was distracted, making your focus unreliable and your handlings sloppy.

The announcement of Bachira kept being rewinded in your head, like a stuck record, welling up a mix of intrigue and apprehension.

Knowing Bachira, surprises could either go really right, or really wrong.

Noticing your absentmindedness, Rento concernedly tapped your shoulder. "You okay? You seem out of it."

Startled, you looked up from your document in which you had typed a grand total of... nothing.

The campaign plan wasn't coming off the ground. And with Bachira's added mischief, the result was a flopped project.

Sighing, you shrugged, "Just going through a rough patch."

Rento frowned, clearly remaining unconvinced. "You know, if being with your former friends is difficult... you know my offer still stands, okay?"

You gave him a weak smile. "Thanks. But I'm actually going to stay at a hotel for the time being."

Quirking up an eyebrow, Rento asked, "You found one?"

You sighed. "I didn't."

Rento's eyes widened in realisation. "Oh."

You let out a weary breath. "It's a six hour drive. If I'm lucky."

"Six hours?!" Rento slammed his hands on the table. "You can't do that! Can't you just... stay at Bachira's?"

"I can't. You know how... tense things are between them." You gave him a pointed look.

Rento slumped down on his chair. "Can't they put their stupid rivalry aside for your sake?"

You pursed your lips. "Well--"

But the door burst open with a kabam, drowning out your words.

Everyone turned to the commotion, stunned as two figures walked into the room.

"If it isn't my favourite helpless girl!"

"Why did we have to take the stairs? What a hassle."

Two very familiar persons stood in the doorway.

One of them was standing confidently, hands on his hips, as if he commanded the very room.

The other was slumped onto a chair, eyes bleak.

Your eyes widened. The room stilled.

Reo Mikage and Nagi Seishirou.

You studied them, as it had been a few months since you had last seen them at some conference.

Reo was, as per usual, donned in expensive designer clothes, and Nagi was slack in some comfortable trousers and a hoodie.

They made quite the pair, you noted amusedly.

"So sorry we were a bit late." Reo flashed his ten-million-yen smile as he walked next to you down the stairs.

You raised an eyebrow, suspicion evident in your gaze. Late? Late for what? Is this what Bachira meant with the surprise?

He patted Nagi's hand, who was slumped over his shoulder. "Mister zombie here had trouble getting up."

As if on cue, Nagi let out a yawn, burying his face in Reo's cashmere shirt.

You watched the two with disbelieving eyes.

Nagi, who was too lazy to walk down a flight of stairs, and demanded to be carried.

And Reo, who actually indulged in that behaviour, was currently carrying a grown man of 190 centimetres while going down the stairs.

"Why couldn't we have just taken the lift?" Nagi let out a disgruntled noise.

"Lift's out of order, they're working on it, but it's faulty. Last time they repaired it, it got stuck again the day after for two hours." You explained.

Reo raised an eyebrow. "Seems like this building is a bit old-fashioned. Maybe they need to get some renovations done."

"Yeah, it's a bit inconvenient this way." You nodded.

A silence fell. You snuck a glance at the pair.

"So..." You wrung your hands.

"What are you two doing here? So suddenly. And at the JFU. At... 2 pm?" You said nonchalantly.

"Huh? Did Bachira not tell you?" Reo made a contemplative face. "We're hanging out, of course."

"..."

"What." You blankly stared at the pair.

Don't they have training? Meetings? Interviews?

"...Why?" You eventually settled on.

"Because." Reo shrugged. "I can and I wanted to. It's been a while since we've all hung out, you know."

Nagi let out an exaggerated sigh. "All because of Isa--"

"Shh!" Reo clamped his hand over Nagi's face, before shooting you a sheepish smile.

"So... how's work doing?" He quickly said. Too quickly.

You gave him a suspicious look, before going along with it.

"Work is work." You shrugged. "We need to get more sponsors."

Reo made an understanding sound. "Ah, for the next match, right?"

You nodded. "It's a whole ordeal. We expect a lot of people to come, consequently, we need a lot of resources and equipment for that to happen. Thus the need for money to purchase said resources and equipment."

"Why don't you just ask Reo for money? He's loaded." Nagi blurted out.

You went red. "You can't just say that!" You hissed. I can't just shamelessly freeload off of my friend...!

"Why not?" Nagi let out a shrug. "I ask Reo for money all the time."

You gaped at him.

"I can just pull some strings, no worries. But in return, you owe me a favour." Reo cut in, his tone very business-like.

Your eyebrows went high. "A favour? What do you have in mind?"

Reo's eyes softened as he turned to you.

"Just hang out with us again, that's more than enough."

Your eyes widened.

It's just momentary.

You looked away.

"...I'll think about it."

You were ushered into Reo's limousine. It was a sleek model, pristine from the exterior and the interior. Velvet cushions were in-laid in the soft sofas, giving you the feeling that you'd sink down into a cloud.

Stunned, you looked around, noticing the small table amidst the sofas and the refrigerator from which Reo conjured smoothies.

"Here ya go, for the lady." Reo gave you a playful wink as he handed you a smoothie.

You took a sip.

Your eyes widened. "You still remember my favourite?"

Reo shrugged, but the corners of his lips were slightly curled upwards.

"Reo, can you enable the lay-modus?" Nagi called out, attracting Reo's attention.

As Reo fuzzed about Nagi, you quietly sipped your smoothie, sunken into deep thought.

This was surreal.

Sitting in Reo Mikage's car-- no limousine again.

You let your hands go along the soft cushions, a small smile playing on your lips.

The last time you'd seen it, had been the dreaded five years ago.

"Reo, could you please pick me up? I... I need to get to the airport." You sniffed.

"Y/n? Wait--are you crying? What happened? Where are you?"

"I'm... I'm at Blue Lock's stadium."

"Okay." There was the rustling of keys and a coat, before a door was closed shut. "I'm coming, sit tight, yeah?"

"...Okay."

Reo hang up, the beeps of the ending call almost as loud as the blaring horns in your head.

You sat down, uncaring whether your expensive clothes got wet or not. The dampness of the field actually managed to momentarily shock you out of... whatever had happened with Yoi--Isagi.

God. Isagi.

The name ached, as if the syllables themselves could rip your heart apart by merely being spoken aloud.

Thinking about him hurt.

So you didn't think.

You looked about the place, taking in the familiar stands, the fields, the coverage of the stadium.

How ironic this place was.

Within it, you'd shared the moments you'd treasured the most, but now...

You bit your lip as a fresh wave of tears pricked in your eyes.

The sound of rushed footsteps reverberated in the empty stadium.

Your heart skipped a beat, head shooting up.

Purple came near blue. But it didn't elicit near as much feelings as blue did.

But it did extract a relieved sigh out of you.

"Y/n!" Reo came storming up to you, still clad in his white tuxedo, his purple bun slightly undone from running.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" His eyes roamed over you.

Hurt was an understatement. More like viscerally ripped into shreds. But the pain wasn't physical, so you just nodded.

"What happened?" Reo demanded as he squatted next to you.

"I... Yoi--Isagi, he--" Your voice faltered.

Reo's eyes grew, but he didn't say anything, merely engulfing you into a tight hug.

"Alright. Let's go inside, okay? You'll catch a cold otherwise." Reo helped you up, arm slung around your shoulders.

"Okay." You whispered.

Once you were seated in the changing rooms of the stadium, you slumped down onto the cold bars of the bank.

Reo took a seat next to you.

"...Do you want to talk about it?" He eventually spoke.

You stayed silent.

So Reo kept his quietness as well.

After sitting in a few minutes of silence that was only disrupted by your discordant hiccuping, you spoke up, voice hoarse.

"I... I asked Yoi--Isagi, what was wrong. Because, well, he's been acting off, hasn't he?" You wiped at your eyes.

"Yeah. He's been acting out of it." Reo agreed.

You nodded. "Yeah, so I asked why. And then... well." You let out a deep sigh. "He started talking about my moving abroad... and about how I was being reckless... and, uhm. That..."

Your voice was barely above a whisper now. "...That I had changed. That I couldn't see how... how terrible my boyfriend is, and that if I would move away, that that would turn everything I'd worked for into shambles."

You let out a shaky sigh. Reo wordlessly handed you a tissue, his lips downturned into a frown.

You sniffed, your chest heaving up and down, in tandem with your racing heart.

"Hey, hey... take a deep breath. You're hyperventilating." Reo placed a hand on your shoulder.

You sniffed, desperately sucking in air.

"Well, he's wrong, alright?" Reo looked you in the eye, his purple eyes piercing.

"He's just..." too in love with you, to let you go, Reo wanted to say.

"...scared." He eventually settled on. "His best friend, being oceans apart. Who wouldn't be afraid?"

You searched Reo's eyes, searching for answers only blue ones held.

"But, he... he acted as if... if I'd betrayed him." Your voice trembled.

That's just his heartache speaking, Reo filled in, but it wasn't up to him to tell you that.

"I just... I've never seen him so... so angry? Disappointed? In me." Your jaw tensed.

"I just... I wanted to have them getting along. They're two very important people in my life, and I can't choose between them."

Reo's jaw slackened. "Isagi made you choose?"

"I--no. Yes. Maybe. It doesn't matter."

Reo's fingers clenched together into a fist. He knew Isagi had really been put through the wringer lately, but he hadn't actually expected him to dug his own grave.

"...Did you choose?"

You gave Reo a defeated look.

"I want to chase my dreams."

Reo's stomach sank. "When are you leaving?"

A wobbly smile. "Today. Can you take me?"

Reo's stomach sank, but he nodded.

Should I tell Isagi?

His hand twitched to his phone.

No. That will only debilitate the situation.

He let it fall to his side.

Instead, he led you outside, reassuring hand on your back as you tried to focus on the purple, the purple instead of the blue.

You stepped into Reo's limousine.

That was the last time you had.

To your surprise, the limousine didn't turn to Bachira's house.

You thought that since he'd prepared a surprise for you, it would've been at his home, but to your shock, the limousine drove up to what seemed a...

"An ice skating rink?!" You cried out.

"Yeah." Reo shrugged. "If you're worried about there being too many people, I made sure to rent out the whole place."

Your jaw fell to floor.

Rich people. Rich people and their stupid privileges.

As you walked inside, you noted that the space was enormous.

The ice rink was huge and circular, with a long sheet of smooth ice on the surface.

There was a restaurant and a lounging place equipped with sofas and couches. Fairy lights were hung from the high ceiling, casting the ice rink in an ethereal glow.

"Wow, Reo..." You said in awe, "This is... huge."

"Yeah? I mean, we're with a lot of people, so we'll be needing quite some space." Reo said off-handedly.

Your head shot to Reo, confused.

"Wait... more people--"

"Y/n! You've arrived!" A cheery voice called out.

"Bachira?" You turned around.

Your face fell.

Bachira was indeed there. But he wasn't alone.

Your eyes grew wide as familiar figures walked up to you.

Swallowing nervously, you wiped your hand on your clothes.

It had been years since you've last seen them.

With Reo and Nagi, you've held contact over the years, considering your involvement with the administrative business within JFU, and Reo's close affiliation with the JFU, it was only natural that you'd need to keep in touch.

And well, Nagi...

Reo and Nagi were a package deal.

Your eyes swept over them.

Hiori and Kurona were quietly engaged in a conversation, Chigiri was brushing a hand through his hair as Kunigami walked on with a stoic look in his eyes, a consequence of the Wild Card project that he'd gone through.

Bachira was leading the group, eyes sparkling like always as he ran up to you.

And walking behind the group was Rin, whose face was set in a scowl. And next to him was--

Your breath stilled.

Isagi.

Isagi had been making conversation with Rin, his hands moving to emphasize his points, but when his eyes met yours, he froze.

His Adam sapple bobbed as he swallowed. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, Bachira swept you up in a hug.

You huffed out a laugh. "Bee--Bachira!"

Bachira set you down, shooting a quick peace symbol at Reo and Nagi before slinging an arm over your shoulder.

You missed the pair of envious eyes watching you.

Finally, the others approached. Your breath hitched.

"Hey Y/n! Been a while, huh?" Hiori greeted you, an amicable grin on his face.

"Five years, years." Kurona affirmed, giving you a small wave.

"...Yeah." You said a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Picking up on your nervosity, Chigiri placed a reassuring hand on your head. "Good to see you." He shot a wink at you.

He nudged Kunigami in his side, a playful glint in his eyes. "Even though he looks anything but, mister grumpy over here is also glad."

"...Shut up." Kunigami hissed. He turned to you, the corners of his lips barely tilting up. "You look well. We should catch up sometime."

A small smile grew on your lips. "I'd like that."

"Tch. Done with this sappy shit? I'll be off." Rin deadpanne before stalking off.

"Don't worry, he's moody as per usual, but ya know he's happy to see ya, too." Hiori whispered.

"Rin-chan's always peevish." Bachira took your wrist in his, "But let's go ice skating!" He then enthusiastically dragged you away with him.

"Oh, okay-- Uh... good to see you, too!" You flashed them a sheepish grin before Bachira basically lugged you on the ice.

Isagi watched you, his jaw set.

Chigiri turned to him. "So, are you going to do something about that, or what?"

"Huh?" Isagi blinked.

"It's so obvious." Hiori shook his head.

"We've held back for five years because you asked us to," Reo argued. "I think you've had time enough."

Isagi's lips pursed together. "She's engaged."

"Engaged?!" Chigiri's eyebrows shot up.

"To... him?" Kunigami made a disgruntled face. "I didn't know she had bad taste."

"Better than married, married. Right?" Kurona tried to assure.

Nagi, who was draped over Reo's back, yawned, "Just fess up. I don't understand the hold up. Doesn't she like you, too?"

Isagi stilled.

Chigiri's eyes narrowed, contemplating the assumption.

His eyes flicked to you, his lips pursed as if in thought.

"Mhm... but what if she loves him?" Hiori considered.

"Well, why else would she stay with him for over five years, years?" Kurona chimed in.

Even Reo thoughtfully nodded, "I heard she's house searching. But I don't know if she'll stay in Japan or decide to move elsewhere."

Elsewhere.

Isagi's heart panged.

Isagi paled at that. The colour in his face fading away with every word spoken.

The noise in his head increased to an ear-splitting crescendo, leaving him reeling and unearthed.

"I... I need some space." Isagi stammered, heart hammering in his ears, before quickly walking off.

The others watched him leave, a mix of pity and worry on their faces.

"He really is pathetic, isn't he?" Chigiri remarked.

"Well, he's Isagi." Hiori shrugged, as if that explained it. "You can strike him down a thousand times, but he'll get up every time."

Reo made a worried noise.

"But every person has a limit. And whatever he's doing now, he won't be able to keep that up. His stubborness is going to cost him."

"Jeez, Bee, is this why you had to buy ice skates back then at the mall? You had already planned all of this?" You said disbelieving, as you tried to maintain your balance on the slippery ice.

"Yup! I'm super smart!" Bachira grinned as he jumped and landed limberly back on his feet.

You watched him with a mixture of awe and envy, hissing as you struggled.

"How do you do that?" You spreaded your arms wide, feet unsteady.

"Do I need to hold you?" Bachira said instead, a teasing undertone to his voice.

"Shut up!" You made a face. "I'm going to nail this, just you watch."

Bachira stuck out his tongue. "Then try to catch up!" And with that, he skidded away, teasingly waving at you.

"Hey! Wait up--Woah!" You almost slipped, spreading your arms again.

"You coming?" Bachira shouted from up ahead.

You clenched your teeth.

Infuriating asshole.

"You better run, bee boy!"

You took off.

Isagi was skating languid circles, the motions of his skates practised and controlled.

But his mind wasn't on ice skating.

His eyes followed your haggard movements as you tried to keep up with Bachira.

Then, you staggered, weight falling backwards.

Isagi's eyes widened, taking a step forward, his muscles poised.

However, you narrowly stayed upright, flapping with your arms.

Isagi exhaled, looking to the side.

"Woah--Ouch!"

A loud thud, and you lay on the ground.

Isagi's head shot in your direction. You were on the ground.

His stomach sank, his mind screaming for him to just move, but his feet were rooted to the ground.

Luckily, someone else did take action.

"Fucking dumbass. Tch. Still as clumsy as ever."

Rin stepped from behind you, his words harsh but there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

Of course, your miserable flailing was entertaining to him.

Though, he extended wordlessly his hand out to you.

"Ah, thank you Rin!" You took his hand, a sheepish smile on your face.

Isagi's teeth clenched.

"Thank me by skating better. You're a walking hazard." Rin deadpanned.

You opened your mouth to answer, but Isagi had already forced the noise out, his eyes casted to the ground.

He bit his tongue, the taste of iron filling his mouth. But he didn't care. He would prefer that over seeing you smile at anyone else.

"Isagi. Try to be useful for once and learn her how to skate." Rin deadpanned, appearing with you before him.

Isagi startled from your sudden appearance, barely having time to react before Rin unceremoniously shoved you towards Isagi.

You yelped, stumbling forward, Isagi hastily took hold of your arms.

Isagi's face heated up as you bumped against him, his right hand automatically put on your lower back for steadying.

However, you remained willfully unaware of all that, as you turned your head around, shouting a few colourful profanities at Rin, who remained unfazed, before you turned back to Isagi.

Your face immediately went up in flames.

"Oh!" You placed your hands on Isagi's body, quickly pushing yourself away. "So sorry about that!"

Isagi swallowed, his skin tingling. He shivered.

"Uhm... no worries." He scratched his neck.

"Still sorry though."

"...You don't have to say sorry for that."

"...Oh. Okay."

The silence was suffocating.

"So, I'm going to go... to... uh... Bachira." You flashed him a strained smile.

You made to get away, but fingers gently graced your wrist, before softly encircling it.

"You... I can teach you how to skate."

It went quiet. Quiet for too long.

Isagi's heart stopped.

Oh fuck. I screwed up. Of course she doesn't want to, she's skating with Bachira. Why did I do that? Why am I even living?

"Okay. Sure."

Isagi's mind screeched to a halt.

"You're... sure?" He repeated, hesitatently.

You let out a soft laugh. Isagi froze.

Huh. This is the first time she's laughed at me, he thought faintly, before you placed a hand on his arm.

All thoughts evaporated from his mind then, except for the notion that you were here, with him, and smiling, smiling at him.

An inkling of hope grew in his chest.

Maybe you and him weren't momentarily after all.

"Wow, did Isagi decide to grow a pair?" Nagi commented from next to Reo.

"About time, it was getting painful to see." Reo shook his head.

"Nah, he looks terrified." Chigiri remarked, noting how Isagi's hand faltered before hesitatently wrapping around yours for stability.

"Huh, I guess I see what you mean. He really is pathetic." Kunigami nodded seriously.

Chigiri laughed, "Nah, he's just in love."

You didn't know whether or not you should've been happy about Isagi teaching you how to skate.

On the upside, Isagi was a great teacher. Patient, good at explaining, methodical and meticulous in his steps.

He was skating backwards, his arms extended so you could grasp it would you fall.

"You're doing well." Isagi complimented sincerely.

A small smile flicked on your face at that before it turned into a yelp when you almost slipped.

"Woah... careful." Hastily, Isagi took your hand and pulled you towards him.

"Whew, thanks." You brushed the hair out of your face.

"No problem. Just try it again."

Isagi let go of your hand.

Yours lingered a moment in the air before you realised what you were doing. You hastily pulled it back, embarrassment making your face flush.

That. That was the downside.

"Alright..." You fixed your gaze on your skates, willing them to move.

"Don't look at the ground, you'll fall otherwise." Isagi suggested. "Here, look forward, look at me."

You did as you were told.

The breath was punched out of your lungs when you did.

Isagi's eyes had always been... intense. Always dissecting and analysing things. On the field, but in real life, too.

But now, now they were soft. Gazing patiently at you, roaming over your figure in a way that made you feel as if you'd been burned alive.

A small smile was on Isagi's lips, causing your eyes to draw to them.

Your throat ran dry, feeling strangely breathless.

"Just a few more... aaaand you did it." Isagi said, tearing you from whatever stupor you were just in.

"I... did it?" You looked behind you, and indeed, you had crossed the entirety of the rink.

"Yeah, you did it." Isagi eyed you approvingly.

Your face grew warm.

You opened your mouth, a question on your lips, but before you could say anything, Isagi suddenly tipped forward, and your eyes grew alarmed.

"Woah!" Isagi bumped against you, causing your knees to forsake and you to let out a shriek.

A moment later, you were on the ice, a pile of limps and skates.

"Ow... you okay?" Isagi said from somewhere above you.

You blinked, feeling the cold seeping into your clothes.

You scanned your body for pain, but fortunately, nothing came up.

Safe for the warmth on the back of your head.

You felt at your head.

You held Isagi's warm hand.

A beat passed.

"Oh... uh, sorry!" Your face flushed as you tried to sit up, but in your haste, you accidentally headbutted Isagi, who snapped back with a groan.

"Oh no! Sorry!" You winced, your face impossibly warm.

"I... it's fine." Isagi held his forehead, blue blossoming from underneath his fingers.

You gasped. "Your head--" And without thinking, you reached out, fingers brushing against his forehead.

You inspected the bruise, a frown on your face, your eyes flicking over his face.

Isagi's face was one of surprise. His blue eyes were dazed, his lips parted, hair ruffled.

A clog formed in your throat. He looks--

What am I thinking?!

Face burning, you hurriedly stood up. You gave Isagi a hand, pulling him to his feet.

Isagi was still staring at you. You ignored it.

"Sorry for your... uhm... head." You snuck a peek at him. His hair was still tousled.

"Oh, this? Nothing compared to when I go up against Rin." Isagi joked.

Your eyebrows shot up, a laugh slipping past your lips.

"Shh, careful. Or he might hear!" You hushed.

"Oh, yeah. Can't risk him killing me more than he already has." Isagi rolled his eyes.

You snorted, your breath tickling Isagi's lips.

Isagi's breath hitched in his throat at the proximity.

You were close. So close and smiling.

So mesmerising, everything around him could've crumbled to dust, and he wouldn't have been able to look away.

But you did. And when you did, a coldness settled into him, as if a blizzard had sunken its claws into him and pulled, pulled until he drowned in your eyes, eyes that were no longer looking at him. Drowned with no hope for saving.

And when you were so near, but so out of reach for him, Isagi knew that he was beyond rescuing.

And maybe this would've been unsettling, if Isagi hadn't enjoyed every single bit of it.

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Masterlist Olive Branch

[theresatzu]

Blue Lock characters and the pretty interviewer

Pairings. Blue Lock character x reader

Starring.//Isagi Yoichi//Bachira Meguru //Itoshi Rin//Michael Kaiser//

Tags. fluff//future fic//interview

Isagi Yoichi

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Nervous mess all the way

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Stammers when asked questions

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Keeps stealing glances at you, but it's literally so obvious, it's painful

"So, Isagi-san, what did you think of today's match's outcome?" You asked, turning to him.

Isagi , who had been silently glancing at you, flinched, his eyebrows shooting upwards, cheeks turning an adorable pink.

"Uh... me?" He pointed at himself, looking very much like a dear caught in clear daylight.

"Yes, you." You chuckled.

At your slight laughter, Isagi went even more red.

"Oh... uh, it was great. Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you.

When you inclined your head to continue, Isagi 's mind went blank.

He blurted, "I think you're really pretty."

You shot him a confused look.

"UH, I mean, the match went pretty. Pretty well." He poorly corrected himself.

You eyed him amusedly. "Oh? Care to share some of your insight for your adoring fans?"

"My... insight?" Isagi repeated, a little breathless.

Because it was warm. Because he was warm. From the match.

(The match had already concluded three hours prior).

"Uhm... there were some really good... uh... plays." Isagi answered, stealing a glance at you, only to see that you were already looking at him.

His eyes widened, darting away. "And... uh..." What the hell was he even talking about? "Rin had some nice saves."

"Rin?" You tilted your head, "He wasn't in today's match, was he?"

"Oh! Oh." Isagi's lips parted, his eyes flicking from left to right to come up with an answer.

"Uh... I meant... he would have made a few good saves if he were in the game. You know... with uhm..." He faltered.

You nodded at him, beckoning him to continue, eyes attentively set on him. Isagi swallowed arduously.

His throat ran dry. Isagi coughed.

The silence stretched on.

He had to answer, now.

But with what? Rin with... with what?!

You were still looking at him, eyes expectant and so pretty-

"Pretty eyes." Isagi blurted out.

You frowned, confusion on your face. "Pretty eyes?"

Isagi went bright red. He could hear Bachira next to him shaking, doing a poor job of concealing his gleeful cackles at Isagi's predicament.

"Uh... did I say pretty eyes?" Isagi chuckled. It was strained and awkward.

"What I meant to say was... uh... predator's vision? Like when... when your vision of the field becomes really limited, you know?" He finished rather lamely.

"...Yeah." You slowly nodded your head, eyeing him with a mix of befuddlement and concern.

Then you turned to Bachira next to him, and Isagi could breathe a little bit easier. Though, his heartbeat didn't settle down, his cheeks felt like they were on fire.

Keep it together, Isagi. He said to himself. He was a goddamn world class footballer. He didn't do nervosity.

He had faced off Itoshi Rin and survived.

He had led Japan to the World Cup and carved his name in the football world.

He had become the top striker of his generation.

There was no way he was going to start being nervous now.

But he still felt his heart doing a little jump every time you looked at him.

Bachira Meguru

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Just sits close to you, his eyes barely leaving you

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Thinks every question is directed at him

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Is just one ball of sunshine, especially when your attention is on him

"So... Isagi-san, what is your opinion about how Japan has thus far fared in the World Cup?"

"Oh, well I think--"

"We're doing amazing! Did you see my super special dribble?" Bachira excitedly interjected.

"Dude." Isagi nudged him, an unimpressed expression on his face. "That was my question."

"Oh! Oh." Bachira deflated, sitting back again.

You chuckled. "Don't worry Bachira-san, you'll get the next one."

Bachira's eyes lit up at that, but they dwindled when you directed your attention on Isagi again.

Isagi began talking again. Bachira leaned back in his seat.

He bounced his leg impatiently, Isagi's thorough analysis on Japan's performance fading into the background.

Bachira's eyes flicked to yours, his bottom lip jutting out a little when you actually seemed captivated in Isagi's story.

Bachira eyed the two of you suspiciously, noting that Isagi was also sitting the closest to you.

Pursing his lips, Bachira stood up.

Isagi shot him a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"This seat is uncomfortable. Can I sit there?"

Bachira pointed at Isagi.

You let out a snort. "You want to sit on Isagi's lap?"

Isagi guffawed, going bright red. "PR, PR!" He hissed at Bachira. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Move!" Bachira whispered back.

"Wait, what? Wha--" Isagi yelped as Bachira shoved him aside.

With a straight face, Bachira sat down, not even looking at Isagi, who was on the ground, mouth hanging wide open.

"Dude."

Bachira tactfully ignored Isagi, flashing you a bright grin, as if nothing had occurred in the past few seconds.

"You wanted to ask me a question?"

Itoshi Rin

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ He's really quiet during the interview, like, he'll answer questions, but just the bare minimum.

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Avoids eye contact like the plague, but he'll try to steal a look at you the moment your gaze is elsewhere

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ When he's caught looking, he'll freeze up, scowl fixed on his face. But if you look closely, you can see that the tips of his ears have turned a handsome red

"So, Rin-san, how did you think the match went?"

Rin's face was stoic, looking at the cement wall behind you.

"...It went well."

"You've scored a magnificent goal during the game, how did you pull that off?"

"...Just predicting the game and being in the right position."

Rin sighed, glancing to the side. Looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.

A tense silence fell.

You coughed, forcing a strained smile on your face.

"Rin." Isagi made a face at him. Rin raised an eyebrow.

You chuckled awkwardly, shuffling your cards. Were there any questions left?

With the way Rin had curtly and concisely answered the questions, you had rushed through the interview, with no more inquiries at hand.

It was clear Rin wasn't in the mood to field any questions: clear avoidance of direct eye contact, standoffish demeanour, and closed-off answers.

They were all tell-tale signs that Rin was itching to just leave.

You sighed, heart sinking in your chest.

You had been hoping to hold this interview with Rin since months now, being an avid admirer of his intricate playstyle and his tactics on the field.

However, it seemed that the sentiment wasn't returned.

"Well, I guess we'll wrap it up for today," You said, hiding the disappointment in your voice.

You looked up from your cards to say goodbye to both Isagi and Rin.

Your eyes met teal, irridescent ones.

Rin's eyes were dazed, a soft edge to them. A stark contrast to the cold look in them during the interview.

You tilted your head curiously.

Noticing you looking, Rin's eyebrows rose. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, a flustered look flashing in them, lips parting slightly.

He looked away, jaw tensed, and the moment was over.

Your eyebrows went high, intrigue welling up.

...Or maybe the sentiment was returned.

It was in the minute details, you assumed.

When Isagi nudged Rin playfully, shooting a knowing grin his way, which maybe meant Rin tolerated you, that was only an assumption.

When Rin's ears turned a lovely red when he looked at you, that was also only an assumption.

But when you shook Rin's hand, and looked him in the eye, that was only confirmation.

Michael Kaiser

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Flirts. Charms. Is not professional at all. "Accidentally" lets diminutives slip.

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Either answers questions about himself in a cocky manner, or is the one asking you the questions.

"So, Kaiser, in the last match, you managed to pull off a move called the "Magnus Impact", how did you do that?"

"Well..." Kaiser said, a confident quirk to his lips, "It's an unparalleled move of mine, and it paid off." He answered simply.

Then, he shifted, leaning his head on his arm, his eyes shooting to yours. "But what about you? How did you pull off that good look of yours?"

You choked.

"Wha--?" Your eyes went wide, spluttering.

Excuse me?"

Kaiser leaned in, his finger brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"I know that my Magnus Impact is based off on my pure talent. I'm guessing your lovely look is natural, too, no?"

"Oh-- uhm..." You didn't know what to say. "I... guess?"

Kaiser hummed, leaning back in his seat again. "Thought so."

When the proximity between you two lessened, you let out a breath, quickly fixing your eyes on your question paper.

However, unbeknownst to you, Kaiser was still looking at you, eyes roaming over your features, a pensive expression on his face.

"Though, why did you choose to pursue this interview career of yours? You could've easily made the highway, Schätzchen."

"Huh?" Your head shot up from your cards.

"Mhm... lovely smile, natural blush, mesmerising eyes. And above all, a charming personality." Kaiser winked at you.

"Oh... uhm, I--" Didn't know what to answer. "Thanks?"

Kaiser let out a handsome chuckle, pushing the bangs out of his face. "Liebe, no need to thank me for your attractiveness, I'm only calling attention to the objective facts."

Your face went red.

"Though, if I might share my subjective opinion," Kaiser said, voice teetering on low.

"I'd say you're the prettiest girl I've ever met." His voice was barely above a whisper, a teasing edge to it.

The air was punched out of your lungs.

What in the Wattpad was happening?

"Uhm..." You cleared your throat. "While I do appreciate your compliments about my... looks, let's keep it professional, shall we?"

Kaiser smiled slightly, before nodding. "Whatever the lady wants. Fire away any questions you want to ask." The corners of his lips quirked upwards.

You inclined your head, shuffling through your cards.

Kaiser tilted his head,chancing a glance at your cards, an amused undertone to his voice. "Though, only professional ones."

A flush overtook your features.

The rest of the interview went swimmingly.

Kaiser expressed in detailed display his opinion and was consistent in his answers, so it came as no surprise that you could wrap up your interview early.

"Well, that went fast." You said in a surprised tone.

You stuck out your hand. "Thank you so much for your time, Kaiser."

A smile played on Kaiser's lips. "The pleasure was all mine."

You turned around to leave, but fingers gently clasped around your wrist, lightly tugging you back.

You came face to face with Kaiser.

"Oh... hi?"

"Hi." He said softly. "You have some time left?"

You checked your watch. You had a break scheduled now, so yeah.

You nodded.

Kaiser sat back down, gesturing for you to do the same.

Obliging, you retook your seat, a confused look in your eyes.

Kaiser leaned back in his chair.

You eyed him, puzzled.

"Well?" Kaiser tilted one eyebrow. "Don't tell me you don't have any questions for me, miss Journalist."

"...questions?" You repeated.

A handsome grin flitted on Kaiser's lips, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on your cards.

"I... alright, but I'll have to go in an hour." You conceded, not wanting to pass up on this opportunity.

Kaiser tilted his head. "Whatever the lady wants. Fire away any question you have."

Your eyes widened, giving him an inquiring look.

"...unproffesional ones are allowed, too." Kaiser drawled.

Your face went up in flames.

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I genuinely love how you write and the way you portray isagi so much AGSHSYDUFHROFHFI as a long fic reader, you dont know how much you make me happy every week RAAAAAAAHHH and im so thankful you like isagi too

pls keep writing scrumptious fics and dont forget to rest regularly!!!

Aw thank you!!! Isagi is my absolute fav

I won't forget to rest, I appreciate it !! <3

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Olive Branch - Part 5

Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Starring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, OCs & reader insert

Tags. fluff, crack, angst, pining, unrequited love, marriage, burned house, forced proximity, estranged friendship & seperation

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The next day, you received a call.

It was a Sunday, and you had decided to meet up with Miyu and Rento at a local cafe to catch up.

However, mere minutes in, your phone rang.

"Oh? Who's calling you?" Rento quirked up an eyebrow, putting his mug with steaming tea down.

Miyu looked surprised. "You have friends outside of us?"

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up," You chastised her, slapping her arm. She let out a loud cackle.

You gave her a stinky eye. Witch.

You took your phone out of your bag, but the smile fell off your face as you checked the ID of the caller.

Picking up on your change in demeanour, Rento eyed you worriedly. "Who is it?"

"Just... my fiancé." You said trepidatently.

Normally, he didn't call, preferring texting above calling, especially on Sundays, because then he would train the whole day.

A pit started to form in your stomach.

Had something happened? Was he okay? Had he caught wind of what had happened here?

"I... I need to take this." You rushed to say, eyes glued to your screen.

The other two hastily nodded, beckoning you to go.

You quickly walked to a more secluded spot, fumbling with your phone.

You swiped the "accept call" button, hands slightly trembling as you placed your phone to your ear.

"Hi?" You said breathlessly.

"Hey pretty."

He greeted calmly.

You were not.

You fidgeted with the hem of your t-shirt, bumping against the pendant of your necklace.

"...How are you doing? How's football?"

"Same old, same old." He responded. "However, I'm more curious as to what is happening with you."

You grimaced. "Have you seen my text? Our apartment burned down."

A weary sigh on the other end. "Yeah. How unfortunate. Where are you staying now?"

You froze.

Pursing your lips, you let a moment of silence fall, debating whether or not you should tell him.

"...Bachira."

It became eerily quiet.

"I hope you're joking." His tone was unamused.

You sighed. "I'm not. But it was just better this way. There weren't any hotels in the vicinity of the JFU."

"...What did he say to you?"

Huh?

You raised your eyebrows at his question.

"Oh... uh... just that he missed me. Why do you ask?"

He coughed. "No reason. But you don't need to stay with him, you know? No need to force yourself into an uncomfortable situation."

You bit your lip. It was definitely awkward after five years with no contact, but the familiar way Bachira acted made it feel like as if no time had passed at all.

Though, Isagi... he had been behaving... out of character. Why? Not the singlest of clues. However, that didn't take away the fact that him acting so distantly hadn't made your chest twist guiltily.

But it hadn't been... uncomfortable. Just something you had to get used to again.

"It's not uncomfortable. Bachira has actually been quite hospitable." You stiffly said.

It was quiet for a moment.

"....Glad to hear that. Though, you would put my heart at rest if you'd stay somewhere else. I don't want a repeat of that fight from years ago." He admitted, a trace of worry in his voice.

A small smile flitted on your lips at his concern.

You thought he'd be upset with you for coming in contact with someone he tolerated on a good day, and abhorred on a terrible one.

However, that wasn't the case. Rather than focusing on his loathing for your former friend, here he was, instead, worrying for your well-being.

Captain Thoughtful, huh?

No wonder you had given him that nickname years ago.

Your eyes fell on the necklace you had been unconsciously rolling between your fingers.

Happiness is not momentarily with you.

This necklace was a testament to that.

"I'll be fine." Your voice was soft. "They've been nice to me so far."

"...They?" Your fiancé echoed.

Your face fell. Shit.

You chuckled awkwardly, but it sounded strained to your ears. "Did I say "they"? I meant Bachira of course. And uhm... his monster."

"His... monster?"

"Ah, yeah. Bachira he uh... plays football with his... monster?"

Your voice rang unsure, and it was clear you hadn't managed to convince your fiancé as he stayed silent for a debilitating moment.

"You met Isagi again?" His voice was calm.

Too calm.

"Uh..." You pursed your lips. "...yeah."

"Oh."

"But I didn't see him for long. He just... came to pick me up from work and drove me to Bachira's. I haven't seen him since." You acquiesced in a reassuring tone despite the pounding in your ears.

"...He didn't try anything, right? Or said anything?"

You furrowed your eyebrows. "No, of course not. He isn't the kind of person to do that."

"Could've fooled me."

You frowned.

Out of all people, Isagi was the person who had the biggest vendetta with your fiancé, and by the biting tone of your fiancé's voice, it was clear the sentiment was mutual.

"He isn't like that." You sighed. However, you couldn't ignore the hint of doubt in your voice.

Isagi's personality had done a whole 180. At least with you. He had acted as if you hadn't been anything more than strangers, something that was at odds with Isagi's caring nature.

So who is to say that he wasn't capable of more?

At the thought, your stomach twisted. You screwed your eyes shut. No. Isagi wasn't like that. He just wasn't.

"He's not like that." You repeated.

A beat of silence.

"...Alright." Your fiancé eventually conceded. "But... just try to stay away from him, okay?"

You laughed. It was devoid of humour.

It wasn't like Isagi had been doing his best to get closer to you. On the contrary, it seemed he had made it his personal mission to put as much distance between you as he could.

"...Okay."

An approving hum resounded in your ears. Your stomach twisted.

"I'll look for a hotel, okay? Just keep tight. I have to go now, so I'll talk to you later." There was a rustle on the other end, indicating he would hung up.

"Wait!" You shouted rather loudly.

A few heads turned to you.

You gave a sheepish smile in return, before hastily speaking at a lower volume.

"When... uhm... when are you coming back?" You stumbled, the words awkwardly fumbling out of your mouth.

"In another month or so? I don't know. Training's gruelling at the time, so it can take two or three months, give or take."

Your eyes widened. "Two or three months? But... what about our wedding? We haven't prepared anything yet."

A silence fell.

Your heart sank.

"...Don't worry. I will make it in time. Maybe you can do some of the planning already?"

The air was punched out of your lungs, your lips parted, disbelieving.

Your heart sank even more.

"Oh. Okay then." You eventually murmured, voice cracking at the end.

You harshly blinked, trying to ignore the stinging behind your eyes.

"Have succes with training. I love you." You whispered in the phone before quickly hanging up.

"Wai--"

You leaned your head against the wall, taking in a deep breath.

It's going to be okay. He will make it. He promised.

But whatever you said to convince yourself, it didn't make your heart beat any slower.

There was a knock.

The door opened.

"You want to come in?"

"...Yeah."

Isagi sat down at the table, a warm mug of chamomile tea in his hands.

Bachira took a seat across from him, enveloping a steaming mug in his hands.

It was exactly the way how it had been two days prior: the exact same people, the exact same place, the exact same shitty feeling.

"How are you coping?" Bachira said perfunctory before wincing. "Ah, wait, never mind. Stupid question."

Isagi took a long sip of his tea. "I think we both know."

Bachira gave him a sympathetic smile.

Dragging a hand across his face, Isagi murmured, "It hurts. Having her look at me like... like..." Isagi faltered, squeezed his eyes shut.

Your paled face flashed in front of Isagi's eyes.

it was as if you'd seen a ghost.

"You know, I don't think she hates you." Bachira kindly spoke. "Just... a little bit wary."

Isagi smiled weakly. "...I probably deserve it."

Bachira fixed him with a pointed look. "You don't. It happened five years ago, and she isn't one to hold grudges, you know that."

"I know. She's the most kindest person I know." Isagi said, defeated. "But every time I look at her... I just... I can't forget."

Couldn't forget that look of pure horror of devastating hurt on your face the last time he'd seen you before everything went downhills.

Couldn't forget that the last few words he'd said to you had been cutting and vile.

Couldn't forget the guilt and heartache that tried to swallow him whole, leaving nothing but an empty, aching shell.

Bachira patted his shoulder. "I don't think I'll ever forget, either. But that doesn't matter. What matters is, is that we move on, and so should you."

"...I don't know how." It was a desperate plea.

"It's difficult." Bachira leaned back, his eyes turned to the ceiling. "She's just... such a big part of our lives, it's near impossible to do something without thinking of her."

Isagi blinked to quell the stinging behind his eyes.

"But..." Bachira continued. "That's why we should make new memories."

"...Are you saying I have to forget about her?"

Isagi's eyes were wide, his knuckles turning white around his mug. "I can't. You know I can't. I've tried everything, but I just... I can't."

Bachira shot him a knowing look. "Not everything."

Isagi stood up, chair screeching against the wooden planes. His eyes were intense, his jaw tensed. "I'm not going to look for someone else."

"No, no. I didn't mean that, jeez." Bachira placated, hands raised disharmingly in the air.

Isagi warily retook his place after giving Bachira a silent, assessing look,

Bachira deeply exhaled. "Just... try to talk to her, you know? Right now, what you're doing is hurting the both of you, and I can't keep on watching the two of you suffer."

"I..." Isagi faltered.

A silence fell.

Isagi clenched his fists, his eyes a mixture of frustration and affliction.

Bachira took a sip of his tea before shattering the silence.

"You know, I took her to the restaurant yesterday." Bachira mentioned.

Surprised eyes flicked to him.

"She seemed... pleased. Still remembered the exact way we used to sit."

"She at the window, you at the pathway, and me across of her." Isagi rattled off.

Bachira nodded. "She really seemed to appreciate it, you know? I think she needs it, with her home burned down and her fiancé abroad."

Isagi's teeth clenched. Fiancé.

"But... I think the person she needs most right now is you."

Isagi's shakely exhaled, his eyes cast downwards.

"You know," Bachira mused. "Did you know she always had a reason to sit at the windowsill?"

"...Why?"

"She wanted to people- and stargaze." Bachira recounted fondly.

Isagi let out a chuckle. "Sounds like her. I can't remember any moment she hadn't cared about anyone else."

"I sat at the pathway to get my food as firstly." Bachira confessed.

Tsking, Isagi let out a laugh. "Knew it. You even pushed me away once when I tried to sit there."

Shrugging, Bachira said, "What can I say? I have to protect my food."

Isagu shook his head, incredulously, a small smile playing on his lips.

"But what about you?" Bachira inquired. "Why did you always sit across from her? Why not just next to her?"

Pursing his lips, Isagi looked to the side, the tips of his ears turning red.

"I just... I wanted to look at her, you know? I think it was my own form of stargazing."

Bachira stared at him, mouth ajaw.

"That was the most cringiest, sappiest thing I've ever heard."

Face flushed, Isagi stomped Bachira's arm. "Shut up! It's not my fault she's just so... so..." Breathtaking. Mesmerising. Ethereal.

"...so pretty." Isagi mumbled weakly.

"Nah, you think she's the most captivating person on this earth. Anyone can see it." Bachira teased.

"Wait, what? You think she knows?" Isagi's eyes were wide, panicked.

"No, of course not. She's the most oblivious person I know." Bachira countered. "Well, aside from you." He tacked on.

Isagi's head shot up. "Hm? Did you say something?"

"Oh, no, nothing!" Bachira said quickly. "Just that if you want to do something, you have to do it now." He urged.

"She's getting married in just two months. It's still not too late, you know? At the very least, you'll get closure."

Closure. What a wonderful word. Too bad Isagi didn't want it.

"I... I don't... I don't know."

"Well, I kind of already expected that answer. That's why I undertook action."

An ominous feeling crept up to him, his lips turned dry. Isagi was almost too afraid to ask. "What did you do?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe signed a contract? I'm going to play for FC Barcha this month."

"Wait... that's amazing!" Isagi's eyes shone.

"It is." Bachira nodded in agreement. "But I'll be abroad. Which means..."

"Which means...?" Isagi repeated, confused, the gears in his heads turning.

Bachira abroad. Which meant he had to stay abroad? Which meant...

"You're leaving her alone in your house?" Isagi squeaked out, incredulously.

"No. I'm leaving her to you." Bachira corrected.

Isagi stilled. His lips parted, but no words came. He blinked a few times.

"...What?" He feebly whispered.

"She's going to stay with you. It's not a problem, right? You've stayed in Japan for all these years even though you've received countless offers overseas. Did you sign any contract now?"

At Bachira's knowing look, Isagi felt small.

"...No."

"Perfect!" Bachira clasped his hands. "When are you available? I'm leaving in two days."

"Wait--two days?!" Isagi exclaimed.

"Yup!" Bachira said cheerily. As if he hadn't just tilted Isagi's world upside down.

"What--you... I..." Isagi stammered.

"Yes. Me." Bachira proudly puffed out his chest. "And you should hide. I can hear a car pulling up. Looks like she's arrived."

"Wait--what?!" Poor Isagi cried out, looking frazzled.

His eyes wildly scanned the room as he jumped out of his chair. "She can't see me! Especially not now!"

Bachira grimly nodded. "Yeah you look like shit."

Isagi shot him an unimpressed look before panic overtook his features once more.

"Quick, where can I hide?"

"Uh...The cupboard?"

Isagi rushed to the cupboard, practically throwing it open. His eyes widened.

"It's too small!" He hissed.

"Well, it's too late now! You just wasted too much time sulking about her!"

"What?!" Isagi gawked at him, thoroughly offended. "I wasn't sulking! Shut up!"

"You should shut up!" Bachira stood up and pushed him into the cupboard. "She's coming!"

"Wha--" Isagi blurted out as his back roughly crashed against the wall.

His eyes were wide open, a gasp on his lips before Bachira slammed the doors shut.

Just in time, because the clinging of keys resounded, and you stepped in.

Isagi held his breath, heart hammering in his chest.

A sliver of light fell in the cupboard. Isagi pressed his eye against it.

"Hey, Bachira." Your voice clang.

Isagi froze.

"Ah, hey Y/n!" Bachira waved, hair tousled and voice breathless.

You raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"...Are you alright? You look a bit..." You made a vague gesture with your hands at Bachira's dishevelled state.

"Oh, this?" Bachira chuckled, forcedly. "Just uh... cooking?"

Isagi facepalmed.

"Cooking?" You echoed. "Well, guess that's a given, considering you almost burned the house down by making breakfast."

"Making breakfast is hard!" Bachira complained.

"Really?" Sarcasm dripped off of your voice. "Making toast is hard?"

"Well!" Bachira began.

Well, he didn't actually have an answer for that.

Isagi shook his head. Second hand embarrassment was a real thing.

"Well, you got an amazing brunch out of it, did you not?" Bachira countered.

You stilled.

Then, "...Yeah. I had forgotten how tasty those pastries were."

Pastries, huh? Isagi mused. She still takes the same?

A knowing smile flitted across Bachira's lips. "I bet you had also forgotten how enjoyable my company was."

You raised an eyebrow. "You mean how obnoxious you were?"

"Shaddap." Bachira punched your shoulder playfully.

You let out a laugh.

Isagi stiffened at the sound, his pulse ramming in his ears.

He pushed closer against the doors, wanting to see more.

The doors rattled.

Everyone froze.

"Uhm... what's that?" You asked, a prudent glint in your eyes.

"Oh... uh... nothing!" Bachira hastily said. "Probably some...uh... rat."

"You have rats in your house?"

"I...uh..." Bachira licked his lips. "Just... one big one. And that big rat should just sit still."

Isagi tensed, not even daring to breathe.

You eyed Bachira catiously, not knowing if you should be concerned or frightened.

"Well... uh..." Bachira scrambled, trying to divert your attention, as you eyed the cupboard suspiciously.

"I signed a contract!" He yelled.

You startled, tearing your eyes away from the cupboard. "Uh... okay? Good for... you?"

"Yeah! Good for me!" Bachira nodded vigorously. "And I'm leaving in two days for FC Barcha."

Your eyebrows climbed upwards. "You're... leaving?"

"Yeah. But don't worry, I know someone who can offer you a place."

"Oh." You shuffled, eyes directed to the ground.

"I... uhm... my fiancé actually decided it would be best to stay at a...hotel?"

"At a hotel?" Bachira echoed.

Fiancé? Isagi frowned. Why would he be the one to decide that?

"Yeah..." You said to the ground. "So I guess I'll get out of your hair."

"What? No--" Bachira stammered.

"He found one, just six hours from my workplace," You spoke further, cutting him off.

"But... that's too far!" Bachira argued.

You shrugged, but the lackadaisical gesture was at odds with the subdued look in your eyes. "Guess I'll have to work at home or make more hours."

"I-- you can't do that!" Bachira cried out, eyes searching yours.

Isagi was very much inclined to agree. When he had seen you the first time, you had seemed exhausted, eyebags heavy and a dull glint in your eyes. It wasn't healthy.

"I have to." You said matter-of-factly. "Thank you for offering me a place to stay, though. You really didn't have to do that."

Isagi tightened his fists, feeling utterly impotent. His heart screamed at him to burst out of the cupboard, to reassure you that of course they'd always offer you a place to stay.

You were important. Why did you continue doubting that?

He could give you everything he had, and it still wouldn't be worthy of you.

"I... are you sure?" Bachira's eyes were set deploringly, dimmed in intensity.

"I am." You spoke, strong-willed and resolved, but the slouch in your shoulders betrayed you.

"Anyway... congratulations on your contract. That's what you've always wanted, right?" You changed the subject, a hint of pride shining through.

"Yeah. Thanks." Bachira said, hollowly.

You gave him a nod. "I'm going to call it a day, goodnight." You stood up, making your way to the stairway, leaving two pairs of eyes staring holes in your back.

"...Goodnight."

You wearily trudged your way to the stairway, feet laden.

It was momentarily after all.

You let out a quiet laugh, but it left your throat ragged.

Tomorrow, you would leave.

Tomorrow, you wouldn't have to see them again.

Tomorrow, you wouldn't have to deal with the complicated feelings anymore, wouldn't have to confront the past and pretend that you had moved on.

You placed a foot on the first step.

You wavered.

It's just momentarily.

Right?

You frowned, the one side of you urging you upstairs, the other tugging you back to the living room.

A pit formed in your stomach.

Was this right? Were you right?

Did you want to leave it like this? With a measly goodnight and words left unsaid?

You shakely inhaled.

Without thinking, you turned around, bursting back into the living room where Bachira still stood, an empty look in his eyes.

Before he could react, a flash of colours barreled towards him before he was engulfed into a tight embrace.

"Thank you." You whispered against his shoulder. "Thank you for everything, Bee."

You bit your lip. Hesitated for a second.

"And... if... if I don't see you again..."

Bachira's stomach sank.

"Just know I had fun with you, okay? Even if it was momentary, thank you."

Bachira was struck speechless. He tightened his arms around you.

"And..." You tensed. "When you see Isagi, can you please tell him..."

Eyes squinting in concentration, Bachira silently let you whisper in his ears, his expression turning from surprised to resigned.

"You know... you can say that to himself." Bachira gently spoke, his eyes darting to the cupboard.

Isagi quickly pulled his head back, going rigid. His heart hammered in his ears. Was Bachira about to reveal his presence?

"You can still stay at Isagi's, you know that, right?"

A feeble smile twitched on your lips. "I don't think so."

Isagi's throat went dry, making it difficult to swallow.

"Why not?"

You fidgeted at your necklace, a wistful expression donning your face.

"You know why." You said at last.

"Him?" Bachira whispered.

Your silence was answer enough.

"And... I don't think I could bear it." You confessed.

"Every time I look at him... I keep on seeing that moment from five years ago... and I just..." You screwed your eyes shut. "I don't think I can handle that."

"You blame yourself." Bachira whispered.

You smiled. It was bleak and dull.

"And maybe..." Your eyes fell on your necklace.

Happiness is not momentarily with you.

"Maybe we were just momentarily."

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HIIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUXH😭😭😭 I HAVE A REQUEST PLSS HMO so u go up to this bllk character( i have in mind barou, bachira, oliver, shidou, kunigami BUT U CAN CHOOSE FROM THEM IF THERE ARE TOO MANY or u can add whoever u want) and u ask them for advice on how to confess to some1 u like, but they alr like u so after some inner overthinking they finally decide on what to tell u, only for u to follow that advice on the spot- to him!

AWW THANK YOU! I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU SAYING THAT!! 🫶🫶

I must admit, I'm not the most familiar with these characters, so bear with me :)

Blue Lock characters and giving you relationship advice (they like you)

Pairings. Blue Lock character x reader

Featuring. Barou, Bachira, Oliver, Shidou & Kunigami

Tags. fluff, confessions, getting together & jealousy

「 Barou Shouei 」

ᝰ.ᐟ "I think I like someone, do you have any tips on how to confess to them?"

Barou stiffens. Does a double take. Wondered if what he heard was real.

But no, your eyes were gazing up at him, expectant, and Barou could just feel his heart sinking all the way to his stomach.

So you liked someone.

Barou's jaw tensed, his eyebrows furrowed as he averted his eyes. The silence stretched on as he tried to fight the rising wave of disappointment within him.

You liked someone. And that someone wasn't him.

He was tempted to just ignore the question, because there was no way he could give you any sincere advice without feeling his heart twist painfully in his chest.

However, Barou wasn't like that.

If you liked someone, and that someone... wasn't him, then that should be... fine. He would be fine. He was your friend and you were asking him advice, and that was totally... fine.

Spoiler alert: It was not.

Barou cleared his throat. "Just tell them. No need to tiptoe around it. If you like them, then just say it and ask them out."

There. He had done it.

But at what cost?

"Ah, okay. Thank you." You nodded.

"...No problem." He looked away, clenching his teeth.

A beat of silence passed.

"I like you, would you like to go out with me?"

...

Barou choked on thin air.

"What are you doing?" He gruffly asked. "That's what you should say to the donkey you like."

You raised an eyebrow, eyes twinkling in amusement. "Are you calling yourself a donkey?"

"What? No, of course not. What makes you say that--"

Barou clamped his mouth shut.

His eyes shot to yours, scanning your face for any signs that you were just jesting.

You had a small smile on your lips. A faint dusting of pink littered across your cheeks, eyes tinged with vulnerability but hope all the same.

"You..." Barou swallowed. "Like me?"

You nodded.

Barou stiffens. Does a double take. Wondered if what he heard was real.

"You're not joking?"

When you shook your head, Barou's heart jumped in his chest. But he covered that up with his patented Barou scowl.

However, he couldn't really conceal the fondness shining through his voice. "Let's go out then." It was bluntly said, a stark contrast to his rapidly racing heart.

On the outside, Barou was a picture of nonchalance and confidence to anyone.

But from close up, you could see the tiniest of an affectionate smile on his lips as you intertwined your fingers with his.

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「 Bachira Meguru 」

ᝰ.ᐟ "I like someone, do you have any idea how I can confess to them?"

Bachira's eyes widened.

His heartbeat stilled for a second before stuttering back to its usual pattern.

"What diddya say?" He said with a forced smile, customary cheery tone falling flat.

"I like someone. Do you have any advice how I should confess to them?" You repeated patiently.

"Oh! Oh." Bachira's face deflated, the playful smile slowly falling off of his face.

She doesn't like me?

The thought made Bachira's heart writhe in his chest.

He bit his bottom lip, dulled yellow eyes hesitatently taking in your hopeful expression.

"So... you like like them?"

You nodded.

Ouch.

Any hope he had had was shattered now.

He didn't really want to answer your question, because that would solidify the truth that you didn't see him the way he saw you.

But saying no to you...

It was a choice between worse and worser.

Bachira inhaled deeply, conjuring up a fake laugh on his face, mentally fortifying himself.

"Mhm... just say you like them, but also that you want to spend time with them, and that you like their eyes or something." He said lamely.

You nodded thoughtfully, registering the information provided.

"Alright!"

"Alright..." Bachira echoed, biting his lip.

He felt like shit.

But who was he to stand between you and your happiness?

Better to just rip the bandaid off, right?

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go to them." Bachira took you by the shoulders, wondering if this was the last time he was allowed to do that.

"I like you." Your voice was unbearably soft.

Bachira faltered, his hands going slack against your shoulders. "Wha--"

However, you continued, not sparing Bachira any time to keep up with his racing thoughts.

"I want to spend time with you."

Bachira inhaled sharply, hope glimmering in his eyes.

You placed your hand against his cheek. It was warm. Bachira's cheeks were hot.

"And I really like your eyes." You grinned at him. "Or something."

Bachira blinked in rapid succession, his pulse going crazy as a ruddy red started to spread over his face.

"You... you like like me?" His voice went high, eyes blown wide.

You smiled.

Bachira's lips parted, eyes sparkling, before he took you in his arms, pressing you against his shoulder.

"You like me! You like me!" He repeated excitedly.

You let out a chuckle, relishing in the look of wonder on Bachira's disposition.

Bachira then pulled out of the hug, taking your hands in his warm ones.

"You like me." He said again.

You raised an amused eyebrow. "Mhm... do I?"

Bachira gasped. "No take backsies! I'm your boyfriend now."

"Alright then, boyfriend." You teased. "Why don't you take me out on a date, then?"

A pleasant shiver went along Bachira's back at the endearment.

Bachira's iridescent eyes sparkled. "Why don't you kiss me then?"

"Why don't I indeed?"

You leaned in, Bachira sighed, and it was the best thing that had happened to him.

Or maybe you liking him was the best thing that had happened to him.

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「 Oliver Aiku 」

ᝰ.ᐟ "I like someone." Your cheeks tinted red. "Do you know how I should confess to them?"

Oliver's eyebrows rose.

He hadn't expected that.

He let out a low chuckle. "So you like someone? Who is it?"

You pursed your lips, eyes abashedly averted. "I'm not telling you!"

Right.

Well, as a former player, Oliver Aiku had experience with flirting and asking people out. There were multiple techniques and methods to apply.

But he knew that winding around it, wouldn't do. A sincere confession always had more success than a nonchalant approach.

After all, he would know. He's wanted to confess to you since a long time, but he never really had gathered the courage to do so.

Instead he had danced around you, hoping you'd get the hint.

But now it was too late.

He had missed his chance.

"So, you're asking me advice, huh? You've come to the right person," Oliver mused, but his shoulders were set stiff.

But you hadn't missed your chance.

Oliver sighed. It was weary and humourless.

"Just say whatever you feel for them." He eventually settled on saying, looking you in the eye.

He brought his hand to your chin, "Maybe touch them, hold their hand while doing it." His eyes inadvertently fell to your lips.

"Touch them here." His thumb swiped your bottom lip. "Lean in, kiss them."

Your lips parted underneath his thumb,

Oliver's breath hitched, breaking whatever spell he had been under.

He coughed, taking a step back, a cold breeze caressing him where you formerly had been pressed against him.

"So... yeah. That's how I think you should do it." He looked away, cheeks going pink.

"Mhm... so, like this?" You stepped closer to him. So close, you could see the tiny flecks of green and brown in his dual coloured eyes.

Your hand moved up along his arms, leaving a pathway of goosebumps on Oliver's skin.

Your other hand took his, fingers seamlessly sliding against his, making Oliver's gaze roam downwards.

However, as your other hand had finished its trail, it tipped Oliver's chin upwards, until his eyes met yours, surprise evident in them at the bold move.

"I like you," You whispered.

Oliver froze. Heat crawled up his neck. He held eye contact with you before it became too much.

"Great. You did that... well." He said, strained, feeling a lot warmer than before.

"Good practice." He croaked out.

You pursed your lips, head tilting. "Who said it was practice?"

...

...

...

"...What?" Oliver eventually said, breathlessly, heart thumping.

"I like you." You smiled at him, so beautifully, so gracefully, so earnestly.

Oliver's heart did a flip.

But he covered up his surprise well, his lips stretching into a nonchalant smile.

"Oh?" His hands came up to your sides, steadily put on your hips. "Then I have a few pointers for you."

He leaned in closer, warm breath ghosting over your lips. "You missed the last step."

You grinning was the last thing he saw before there was a soft sensation on his lips.

His eyes widened, before he closed them, one hand landing on your middle, drawing you flush against him.

As your lips moved against his, a groan threatened to rip itself out of Oliver's throat, but he quelled it by deepening the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue.

"Perfectly done."

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「 Shidou Ryusei 」

ᝰ.ᐟ "I like someone, do you know how I should go about it?" You asked Shidou.

Shidou's eyebrows went up high.

"Oh? So, who's that someone then?" He leaned in, eyes boring into yours.

"Does that matter?" You huffed.

"Nah, I gotta know."

Pursing your lips, you sighed. "Fine. It's that guy from PE."

Shidou quirked up one eyebrow, his lips pulled into a cocky smile, voice dripping in condescension, "Lanky ass dude? You got the hots for him?"

You hesitated for a beat, before nodding.

All humour evaporated from Shidou's face, leaving only a blank canvas.

"Kick him in the face."

...

"...Excuse me?" You spluttered.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Shidou lazily drawled, "If he can't take a hit, he ain't worthy for ya. People who don't like explosions are trash."

"So just... suckerpunch or backhand?"

"Even better, do a roundhouse kick." Shidou's eyes glistened in a macabre way.

"Okay."

A split second passed.

"Hiya!" You jumped, foot extended, aimed at Shidou's face.

Shidou clamped your ankle in his hand, fast reflexes saving him from getting his face decked in.

"Oh? What's this?" Shidou pulled on your ankle, making you stumble.

"What? Don't like explosions?" You goaded.

Shidou's eyes sparkled as elation took over his features.

"That's more like it." Shidou rougly tugged on your foot, making you collide against his chest.

His intense eyes stared into yours, a wicked smile on his face. "That was a great explosion, but I'll show you a better one."

He pulled you in, lips smashing against yours.

And you had to admit, he was right.

「 Kunigami Rensuke 」

ᝰ.ᐟ "I like someone, do you have any advice as to how I should confess?"

The air was punched out of Kunigami's lungs, making him falter in his steps.

"You... like someone?" He asked, not quite believing his ears.

You inclined your head, a bashful smile forming on your lips.

Kunigami's heart panged.

May the ground swallow him up whole.

"Oh." His fingers flexed. "Who is it?"

"...It's embarrassing to say."

A crease formed between Kunigami's eyebrows. "Why? Don't they treat you right?"

"No, no!" You hastily waved your hands. "He's kind, protective, and really caring."

Kunigami's lip twitched.

Sounded like the description of a dog.

But you were still looking up at him, eyes expectant and full of trust, and Kunigami couldn't bear to stomp on that hopeful expression of yours, so he swallowed down his derision.

"Then just... uh... say that you really like him." Kunigami said, a little lost.

You raised an eyebrow, "That's it?"

What happened to the ground swallowing him up? Any day now, please.

Kunigami sighed, his eyes conflicted. "Maybe just show you like them. I dunno, like do things for them?"

"Like what?"

His head spun. Every second he had to talk with you about someone else you liked, he felt his chest twist more and more.

"Like... uh..." Shit. "Carry their bag? Hold their hand?"

"Like this?" You took over Kunigami's bag and grasped his hand with yours.

"... yeah." Kunigami's ears flushed.

"Mhm... alright." You nodded in understanding.

Then continued walking onwards exactly like that, still carrying his bag and holding his hand.

Kunigami had expected you to let go, but you carried on walking, seemingly oblivious to Kunigami's heart practically pounding out of his chest.

He blinked a few times, uncomprehending. He stole a sidelong glance at you, opening his mouth, but the words eluded him.

"You..." He faltered. "...What are you doing?"

You hummed. "What do you mean?"

He frowned, his eyes bouncing from your intertwined hands to you.

"Shouldn't you be doing this with someone you... like?"

"But I like you."

...

"..."

Kunigami blinked once. Then again.

She... likes me?

He turned to you, expression dead serious, but his skin was flushed and his fingers clammy.

"You," He pointed at you slowly, then at himself, a vulnerable look in his eyes, "like me?"

"I like carrying your bags and holding your hand." You answered.

His lips parted in surprise, eyes going wide, looking stumped.

He stood there, speechless for a moment. Then, the corners of his lips ticked upwards.

"Then I hope you like my being your boyfriend, too."

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Olive Branch - Part 4

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Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Starring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, OCs & reader insert

Tags. estranged friendship, unrequited love, marriage, pining, seperation arc, burned house, forced proximity, fluff & crack

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Waking up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes and sweet pasteries was something every human being would appreciate.

Sadly, that was not the case for you.

A blaring alarm reverberated throughout the house, shaking you out of your sleep and straight into your fight-or-flight mode.

The pungent air of smoke infiltrated your nostrils, making your eyes wide in panic.

Was this another fire? Would history repeat itself?

And that so soon?

Hastily, you ran out of your room and flew down the stairs.

"Where is the fire? Do we need to evacuate?!" You panted, rushing into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey Y/n!" Bachira greeted.

"Don't "Oh, hey Y/n" me!"

"Uh... Fancy a toast?"

Bachira turned around, holding a burned something in his hands that, when you squinted your eyes, you could distinguish as a piece of bread that was now a burned to the crisp loaf.

You wanted to shake him. How could he act so calm when the alarm was literally bursting your eardrums?!

You quickly scanned the kitchen. "Where's the fire?!"

"Fire?" Bachira raised an eyebrow. "Oh! You mean the alarm going off! Ah, no worries, that's just a daily occurrence. Always happens when I'm making breakfast."

"What? Breakfast?" You tilted your head, confused.

"So there's no fire?"

You looked about the room. You didn't detect any flames.

Slowly, your pulse started to settle.

"No, just breakfast! Want one?" Bachira smiled cheekily.

You glanced at the burned plate of toasts in his hands, briefly wondered how someone could manage to mess up roasting toast while triggering the fire alarm, then promptly turned around and left.

"It's too early for this, I'm going back to bed."

However, sleep kept eluding you as you kept tossing and turning in your bed, your agitation from prior not nearly having faded yet.

Groaning, you muffled your face with the blue pillow before ultimately giving up.

The fake alarm had really shaken you to the core, and now you couldn't help but think about your house that had similarly burned to a crisp like that pitiful toast.

Shaking your head, you willed your mind to think about anything else, dwelling on it would do no good anyway.

You took your phone from the nightstand. It was around 8 am, far too early for a regular Saturday.

And still no messages.

You clicked on the text history of you and your fiancé.

Captain Thoughtful

hey pretty cant call now bit busy w training

ft later?

read four days ago at 10:32 pm

You

oh ok! no worries!

have fun training nd succes with the game!

read four days ago at 10:34 pm

Captain Thoughtful

cant call busy w a meeting

ttyl love you

read three days ago at 0:23 am

You

that bad huh?

its no problem!

gn and i love you too

read three days ago at 0:46 am

You

i have bad news

can we call? its urgent

delivered two days ago at 6:12 pm

You

you there?

delivered two days ago at 6:19 pm

missed call two days ago at 6:21 pm

missed call two days ago at 6:23 pm

missed call two days ago at 6:29 pm

You

the appartment burned down

saved a few things not a lot tho

im gonna stay at a hotel

delivered two days ago at 6:31 pm

You sent your location to "Captain Thoughtful"

You

call me when youre finished?

i miss you

delivered two days ago at 7:02 pm

You sighed, letting the phone flop onto your sheets. Still no response. Not even a read. Did he even know that your home had burned down?

Did he even know that you had met Isagi again?

Did he even know that you were staying with Bachira for the time being?

There was undeniably bad blood between your fiancé and your former friends, so if he would find out about this whole... arrangement...

Let's just say things wouldn't go down well.

You picked up your phone, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. You debated telling him that you were staying at Bachira's, but then decided against it.

After all, it was only temporarily.

While you were scrolling online to search for accommodations to stay at for an indefinite amount of time, Bachira burst in, throwing open the door.

You cringed when the door loudly banged against the wall, looking up from your laptop, startled.

"Y/n, let's go out!" Bachira bounded over to you, jumping on the blue bed. You hastily caught your phone before it could fall on the ground.

You shot him an unamused look. Bachira only grinned sheepishly.

Leaning in, Bachira peeked at your laptop. "Watcha doin'?"

You shoved his face away, "Nothing."

Bachira squinted his eyes, then, realisation struck, eyes flaring wide open, gasping, "You're looking for hotels!"

You huffed, annoyed, slamming your laptop closed. "Yes. What's wrong with that?"

"But Y/n!" Bachira poked your arm with a whiny tone, "You're staying here, you promised!"

You raised an eyebrow. "I didn't promise anything. Anyway, I can't stay here. You know why." You levelled him with a serious gaze.

Bachira stuck out his bottom lip, throwing himself dramatically backwards until he was sprawled on his back on the sheets, "You can. Just don't tell him!"

You sighed. "I'm not going to lie to my fiancé. Besides, I don't like imposing you."

Bachira sat up instantly, eyes set uncannily serious. "You're not imposing. You know you can always stay here as long as you want, right?"

You stilled.

You swallowed the cloth that, against your better judgement, had grown in your throat at Bachira's sincere tone.

"Anyway, you've stayed over a thousand times in the past, what's different now?" Bachira added.

You held back a snort at Bachira's optimism.

A lot was different. You were engaged to the man they loathed as easily as breathing, there had been literal radio silence between you for five years, and that one fight before you'd left--

Pleading blue eyes, unshed tears brimming in eyes that were unfocused for once.

Voices cracked from yelling, emotions raw on both of your faces.

A distance between you that only seemed to grow.

Your shoulders grew tense at the flashback of that fight, so you focused back on Bachira.

"I just can't stay with you." You answered simply.

Bachira held your gaze for a few moments, before looking away and sighing.

You missed the hint of disappointment that dimmed his bright eyes.

But it didn't take him long to return to his happy-to-go-to attitude. "Okay then! But in the meantime, let's have some fun!"

Then he dragged you out of your bed.

You struggled in his hold.

"Wait! I'm still in my pyjamas! I can't go out like this!"

"Oh, uh... oops."

Bachira wiggled his eyebrows. "Or... maybe you can."

"..."

"...I should get out, huh?"

A shoe thrown to his head was his answer.

After having showered and dressed up, you were walking side by side with Bachira in the bustling city of Tokyo.

"Oh, oh! Let's get brunch in that restaurant!" Bachira pointed at a building, before practically lugging you there.

"Hey, wait!" You yelped, but Bachira merely chuckled and dragged you inside.

Once inside, you whirled on Bachira, an insult already on the tip of your tongue for basically hauling you inside. However, it stuck in your throat as your lips parted in surprise at the sight.

"This..." You said disbelievingly, eyes roaming about the space, taking in every detail.

"Remember it?" Bachira gave you a wink.

You nodded absently.

"...yeah."

Bachira pointed at a vacant table pushed against the window. "We used to sit there, us three."

You followed his finger, and indeed. The lacquered wooden table still stood there, complete with the varied in colour chairs and the in-laid cushions. Heck, your usual seats were even arranged just the way it used to.

You walked up to the table, voice solemnly soft in reverence. "I used to sit here, by the window."

"Yup! And I used to sit in front of you."

You let out a quiet laugh. "Because then you were closer to the pathway, right?"

Bachira nodded enthusiastically. "That way I was always the closest to the food."

Shaking your head incredulously, you laughed.

Bachira then let his eyes fall on the stool across from yours. "And that's where Isagi always sat."

You inclined your head, mirth still twitching the corners of your lips upwards. "I don't think he had a particular reason, though."

Your eyes slid sideways to the aforementioned seat. It was unoccupied now.

You averted your eyes, something twinging uncomfortably in your chest at mere air occupying the seat.

Bachira quirked up an eyebrow. "Oh, so you have a reason why you sat by the window?"

Tsking, you answered. "Of course. I wanted to see the people and the stars outside."

"Huh. I always thought you sat there because then you could keep an eye on the door."

Face flushing red, you shoved Bachira, before taking your usual seat. "Shut up!"

Bachira took his past seat in front of you. "I'm not wrong, am I though?"

You shoved a menu card in his face. "Shut up, and choose what to eat, Bee."

Bachira stuck out his tongue.

Bee.

That was the nickname you had come up with for Bachira ages ago, courtesy of his brown-yellow locks.

It had been a while since he had heard it.

Bachira hid his smile with his card.

"It really did taste as great as I remember." You commented as you walked out of the restaurant, stomachs satiated.

Bachira hummed, agreeing. "Yeah, it really brings back memories."

You turned to him, eyebrows raised. "You never returned?"

A small smile formed on Bachira's lips. "Today was the first time in five years."

You blinked in surprise, chest twinging.

"...huh."

"But it's good to relive the old days, huh? Makes us stay young!" Bachira chirped happily. "Speaking of that, we should totally go to that old bowling place! Oh, and the arcade! And the mall!"

A laugh slipped past your lips at Bachira's contagious excitement. "Alright, alright, slow down!"

Bachira took your wrist in his hand, eyes sparkling, and for the first time in a long while, the weight on your shoulders lessened.

Even if just a little.

You didn't manage to do everything on Bachira's list, because you had spent way too much time in the mall.

"What would you need gloves for in the summer?!" You looked incredulously at Bachira, who was fitting gloves.

"For the winter, silly!" Bachira replied.

You facepalmed.

"At this rate, you're going to buy something like ice skates."

Bachira eyes lit up.

"Oh No, no." You shook your head in warning at him. "There is no way you're going to buy ice skates in the heart of summer-- aaaand he's gone."

Shaking your head, you could only follow Bachira as he went on his insane shopping spree.

After spending five hours in the mall, you returned home, hands full with bags with... stuff.

"Why would you buy so many things?" You asked, chest heaving from exfortion from having to carry Bachira's ridiculous heavy bags.

"Because!" Bachira retorted. "I needed them."

You stared blankly at him as Bachira tried to shove all the bags in the back of his car. Key word: tried. More like shoved everything in until it finally fitted.

"You bought ice skates. And a blanket with Hello Kitty on it. And painting equipment."

Bachira shrugged. "I love ice skating, I get cold easily, Hello Kitty is a vibe, and I paint."

You quirked your eyebrows. "You paint?"

"Mhm." Bachira answered as he stepped into the car. You followed suit.

"I've picked up painting since last year."

You nodded, intrigued. "I remember that your mum used to paint, too."

"Still does!" Bachira started the engine and the car drove, the lights of Tokyo fading away into a bright blur.

"Huh. How is she doing, by the way?"

"She's doing great. She meets up frequently with Isagi's parents." Bachira replied, before tacking on, "By the way, she misses you, so you should definitely come around sometime."

You pursed your lips in contemplation, eyes flicking downwards to hide the conflict within them.

Momentarily, momentarily.

"...will do."

"It's a deal then!"

"Oh? What do I get in return, then?" You shot Bachira a teasing look.

"Mhm... You can stay with me for a while?"

Your smile faltered.

It's only momentarily.

"...I'll think about it."

Once you had arrived at Bachira's place, you stuffed away all the things you'd bought. Amongst your purchases were some new clothes and a necklace you'd picked out for your fiancé.

You took out your own necklace from underneath your clothes, twirling it between your fingers.

Today had been admittedly... fun. It had been a long while since you genuinely spent so much time just sauntering throughout the city, just relaxing and enjoying someone else's company.

Though...

Your eyes drifted off to the blue blanket on your bed.

It had felt... emptier, without Isagi.

You didn't know what that meant.

And maybe it was better not to know.

You inhaled sharply, shaking your head as if shaking away the thought of Isagi.

The point was, today was fun and relaxing and something that you should have done a long while ago to unwind.

But with your demanding work as Chief Administrative Officer, you worked long hours to organise events and matches. And with your fiancé being a highly sought-after footballer abroad, naturally, he didn't have much time to spare as well.

"Ouch!" So sunken in thought, you had accidentally cut your finger on the pendant.

You hastily grabbed a tissue and wiped the small dollop of blood from your finger. You did the same for the pendant, carefully dabbing it.

A flash of curly black got your attention.

What's that?

You narrowed your eyes, bringing the pendant closer to you.

There were words carved in English into the pendant.

"Happiness is not momentarily with you."

Huh.

"Why would he put that on there...?" Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip in contemplation.

You didn't really take your fiancé as someone who would put something so... sentimental.

Or maybe he was just full of surprises.

Surprises, huh.

That brought you back to your former friends.

Bachira, the ball of boundless energy and an absolute monster on the field, had started painting since last year, something that urged patience and composure.

And... Isagi. Isagi who you had seen once, but whose sudden appearance had managed to tilt your world off-kilter.

When you closed your eyes, you could vividly recall the blank look in his when he had picked you up.

It was a stark contrast to the usually intense ones you were used to.

He had been polite. The kind of polite you used for strangers.

He had been so unlike the bright and brilliant Isagi you had remembered, who always managed to put a laugh on his face.

But people were full of surprises.

And it seemed that Isagi was not an exception to that rule.

Or maybe you hadn't known him that well, as you claimed you had.

The thought made your heart sink.

"Alright!" You said loudly, trying to distract yourself from the depressive turn your thoughts had taken.

"Let's just... check my inbox for available hotels." You mumbled, ignoring the tug at your chest.

You opened your laptop. There was indeed an email. You clicked on it.

There was a hotel room available. It wasn't too far distanced from your workplace, just two hours of travelling. The accommodations offered weren't too bad, too. There was reasonable breakfast, and even a gym.

Your cursor hovered of the "book" button.

"It's a deal then!"

"Oh? What do I get in return, then?"

"Mhm... maybe you can stay with me for a while?"

Your hand froze, just mere inches from accepting the room.

You stared at the screen, fingers twitching.

This had been just momentarily.

Staying here will only cause problems... won't it?

You lifted your finger to click.

Your hand wavered yet again.

If I do this, I won't have to see them again.

For some reason, your heart constricted at the thought.

With a sigh, you clicked.

Offer declined.

Guess I'm full of surprises, too.

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Masterlist

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Blue Lock characters and going to the beach

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Featuring. Isagi, Bachira, Sae, Rin, Reo & Nagi

Tags. crack, beach

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Isagi Yoichi

-> Isagi will definitely be that one person on the beach who makes this huge sandcastle. He'll literally scour the beach for a whole hour to gather materials and come up with ways how to exactly make it as sturdy as possible.

-> When he's done, Isagi will tug your arm and proudly show you the construction, a childlike smile on his face.

-> Isagi also likes to swim or go snorkeling, exploring the wildlife in the ocean.

-> Getting ice cream with Isagi is definitely a must, considering the sweet tooth he has. But as the average human, he'll probably choose like vanilla or chocolate ice cream.

Bachira Meguru

-> This man cannot act normal on the beach.

-> Bachira will most certainly try to scare little kids by wearing a shark costume and chasing them in the water, all while gleefully laughing his ass off.

-> Bachira is also the kind of person who will collect things on the beach. But not the normal shells. No, he'll come back with a bucket filled with crabs or cuttlefish bones, dumping the contents on your blanket with a proud smile.

-> Bachira is the kind of person who would get this huge ice cream. He'll definitely choose to get at least five scoops, and all of them being wildly varied in flavour. Like peppermint with lobster ice cream coupled with pistachio. And he'll like it.

Itoshi Sae

-> He naps on the beach.

-> Sae wouldn't even bother bringing a swimsuit, he'll just beeline straight for the blanket laid out on the sand, put his sunglasses on and promptly fall asleep. He isn't really one for beach activities, and also because football is the only thing he really excels at, so doing something else is ruled out.

-> If Sae gets an ice cream, he'll probably won't even bother with a cone, just a small cup with raspberry and mint chocolate chip flavoured scoops.

Itoshi Rin

-> He does not like the beach.

-> The sand makes Rin's skin crawl, the joy on the kids faces makes his crunch in revolt, and the taste of salt in the air will be the death cause number one for him.

-> Rin will just sit on the blanket, scowl fixed on his face, looking like he wants to be anywhere else.

-> Rin will probably read or go on his phone, but if its really peaceful and not too crowded, maybe he'll try his hand at yoga.

-> If he gets ice cream, because he doesn't like the sticky sensation in his mouth, he'll probably get, similar to Sae, just a cup with two scoops like vanilla and butter pecan.

Reo Mikage

-> Reo is good at everything, naturally, he'll also dominate every sport played on the beach, too. Swimming? He's already swum at least five kilometres. Beach volleyball? He's the renounced champion on the beach. Kite flying? You'll see his dragon themed kite soaring high above all the others.

-> The sky's blue, the air consists of 21% oxygen, and Reo is loaded. So why not spend money on good equipment? Ba-ya will literally lug a whole ass tent, a wind shield, and all sorts of inflatables with, all to properly cater to Reo's needs. It's safe to say that you can never forget anything with Reo.

-> The ice cream flavours Reo will get will probably be black raspberry and butter scotch. In any case, Reo will get something that tastes rich.

Nagi Seishirou

-> Going to the beach is a bit of a hassle for Nagi. Bringing sun lotion, setting up your blankets, and getting sand between your toes, are not things Nagi finds enjoyable in the very least.

-> But it's also the optimal place for Nagi to nap and play video games while being nicely warmed up by the sun, without being nagged to get moving. So that's a pluspoint for him.

-> If Nagi gets in the water, he'll prefer to stay dry, so he'll probably lie on an inflatable, floating on the water, closing his eyes and not even noticing he's drifting off.

-> Nagi wouldn't really like ice cream because it melts fast and it's sticky when it gets on your clothes or fingers, so he'll either get a cup with vanilla flavoured ice cream, or just a nice milkshake.

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Olive Branch - Part 3

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Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Starring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, OCs & reader insert

Tags. fluff, crack, angst, estranged friendship, unrequited love, marriage, seperation arc, pining

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"Y/n!" A cheeky voice called out before a car rolled up the driveway.

You stood up, quickly wiping at your damp eyes as you tightened your hold on your bag.

The car came to a stop before you. A loud thud reverberated. Then there was a flash of brown and yellow before you were thrown back by a body colliding into you.

"Y/n! I missed you!" Bachira elatedly laughed, his arms slung around your middle.

You froze, before hesitatently reciprocating the embrace. It felt... nice. Bachira's lean body emitted a lot of warmth that chased away the coldness that Isagi left.

"I... missed you, too." You admitted, pressing your forehead against Bachira's shoulder as you exhaled shakily.

Bachira wiggled himself out of the hug. He squinted his eyes, appraising you in that uncanny see-through way of his. "You look tired, come on in, I got your things."

Your eyes widened. "So he wasn't joking..."

"Who?"

"Isagi." The name still felt weird on your tongue.

"Isagi and joking in one sentence?" Bachira cheekily inquired.

Rolling your eyes, you shoved his shoulder. "I thought he was joking when he randomly showed up and told me you were "getting my stuff". How did you even get in my hotel room?"

Bachira shuffled awkwardly.

You squinted your eyes in suspicion. "How did you even know I was staying there?"

Bachira looked to the side, carefully avoiding eye contact with you.

You raised an eyebrow. "How did you even know my fiancé wasn't with me? Otherwise, you wouldn't have gone through all this trouble."

Bachira choked. "Fiancé?! Wait... he didn't tell me that!"

Knitting your eyebrows together, you asked, "Tell you? And who?

"No one!" Bachira waved his hands. "But fiancé, huh?" He pursed his lips, eyes losing a touch of its infectious glimmer. "I never thought it would've gone this far."

You frowned, irritation flaring up. Just what was this strange reaction? Maybe Bachira wasn't the biggest fan of your soon-to-be-partner, but surely, he could muster up even just a little of enthusiasm?

"Well," You said sharply. Bachira jumped at your acerbic tone. "That still doesn't explain how you all know about my," burned home, "... situation."

"That's simple, silly!" Bachira cheerfully ruffled your hair, you slapped his arm in return. "It was on the news."

"And how do you exactly know where I live?"

Bachira wavered. "...Miyu."

You sighed. Of course it would be Miyu.

"Alright then. How did you know which hotel I was staying at?" You crossed your arms.

"Easy, Reo." Bachira looked smug.

Well, that explained it. If Reo was involved, it was no wonder Bachira knew exactly where you were.

Reo's influence spanned over multiple countries, Japan included, so it came as no surprise that he would own the hotel you stayed at, too, and consequently share that information with Bachira.

Sighing wearily, you dragged a hand over your face. You were goddamn tired. This whole fiasco with your home going up in flames and your former friends suddenly showing up in your life again, were not doing wonderful things to your mental health.

"Alright," You walked over to Bachira's front door, it wasn't stomping, but it was close to it. "So, I'm gathering you kidnapped me to stay with you instead of at a hotel."

Bachira's eyebrows rose in surprise. "How did you know?"

You shot him an unimpressed look.

Chuckling awkwardly, Bachira sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Please don't be mad! We--I just didn't want you to make those long hours commuting, you know?" He pointedly looked at your supposedly eyebags.

"I don't look tired!" You huffed indignantly.

Bachira raised a skeptical eyebrow before unlocking his door and pushing his way inside, towing your stuff behind him that he'd gotten out of the car.

You stood at the threshold, eyes curiously peeking inside. The last time you'd seen Bachira, he had been living with his mum, so this was completely new to you.

It was a chapter in Bachira's live that you hadn't been a part of.

Your heart sunk at the thought.

Bachira's head poked out of the door opening, shooting you a questioning look. "You coming?"

You hesitated.

"I'm making your favourite!"

Sighing inwardly, you wondered what the hell possessed you to step inside.

Bachira's house was a reflection of his personality.

Bubbly, cosy, and welcoming.

Colourful paintings were hung on the vibrant painted walls. It was as if a unicorn had worked its magic in Bachira's house.

But despite the varied in colours interior, and the atrocious mix of hues, stepping inside felt a bit like coming home.

You gave his hallway a cursory glance before walking to the direction Bachira had run off to.

The faint scent of cooking wafted through the air the moment you stepped into the kitchen.

Bachira was already at the stove, gathering all the ingredients required.

His kitchen was quite spacious. There was a counter and an island surrounded by four barstools. A medium sized mahogany table complete with matching stools stood just a few metres away from the kitchen.

Furthermore, pushed against the wall was a huge fridge, probably to store the inordinate amount of food Bachira could shove inside his mouth.

And then there was the living room. A humongous screen hung on the yellow wall, probably to watch football matches on, a small coffee table in front of it, on it a few pictures--

Your breath stilled.

There was a picture. Of Bachira, Isagi, and... you.

Your eyes widened in recognition.

You could still recall the moment the picture had been taken.

It had been at the U-20 World Cup.

Japan had just dragged in the victory, having defeated Germany, and there was an after-party with the U-20 team of Japan.

A relaxed tune had played in the background, Anri and Ego had been catering the guests and the news reporters, whilst the star players were engaged in either conversation or bragging competitions.

And you'd been there, too. Not quite the Chief Administrative Officer, just a Director of Administration, but authorised enough to attend the party.

Not that it had really been a party. At least, not to your standards.

Considering the presence of the press, you all had an image to uphold. Thus, the party had more in common with a tedious board meeting than a celebration party.

And so, Isagi, Bachira and you had snuck outside, mischievous plans on your mind.

Which of course involved a football.

You had gone to the enormous Blue Lock stadium, kicking at balls there for fun and playing mock games.

The picture was snapped the moment the three of you had decided to take a break.

Bachira had made a selfie, his exerted face gleaming on the picture as he held a piece symbol at the camera.

And behind him, with backs turned to the lens, were Isagi and you.

Heads drawn together, absorbed in your own world. Sitting on the damp field, not a single care about getting your clothes wet.

You seemed... relaxed, happy even. Even though your facial expressions weren't visible, it was clear you were at peace.

Shoulders slightly slumped, no deadlines or pressing football matches causing the rigid set of your postures that seemed permanent in your lines of work.

It was just the two of you, on one football field in the dead of the night.

Warmth engulfed you as you thought back to that moment. Being with Isagi was a lot of things: itense, extreme, fulfilling.

Being with Isagi felt like being alive.

"Dinner's ready!" Bachira singsang.

A metaphorical bucket of water was thrown over you.

Blinking harshly to rid your vision of the blurry edges of the fever dream, you shakily stood up, tearing your eyes away from the picture.

Being with Isagi might've made you feel alive.

But you were still there. Living. Alive.

Even though Isagi wasn't with you.

After having eaten dinner with Bachira, Bachira gave you some alone time.

Stomach filled with delectable food, you plopped down on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling.

You let your eyes roam about the space.

You were in Bachira's guest room, a simple room with a queen sized blue bed and a small, brown wardrobe. Yet it was clear that this room, too, hadn't been able to escape Bachira's... unique taste of designing. Splashes of red, blue, green marred the walls. You had a faint suspicion Bachira had done the paint job himself.

You let the fabric of the blue blankets slip through your fingers. It was definitely more comfortable than the cheap hotel blankets you'd been laying under.

You chewed on your lip, debating whether or not you should unpack.

This won't be for too long, I'll be gone by tomorrow.

By tomorrow, you wouldn't see Bachira or Isagi ever again. It'll be like how it was before. No contact, no late night stakeouts to the ice cream parlour right on the corner.

No place in the new chapter of your life you'd start.

It was for the best. This whole arrangement; it wasn't lasting.

Just for one day.

Yet you still reached out to unzip your suitcase.

Isagi knocked on the door.

Bachira opened.

"I... uhm... is she asleep?" Isagi asked, his eyes nervously darting inside.

"Yes." Bachira opened the door wider. "You want to come in? You look awful."

Isagi did. His eyes were bloodshot, hair ruffled, looking like he hadn't slept for three days straight.

"Yeah."

"So, how are you holding up?" Bachira took a place perpendicular to him at the table, handing him a mug of steaming chamomile tea.

Isagi gratefully took it, the soothing aroma slightly calming Isagi's nerves.

Isagi took a sip before he answered. "Truthfully? I feel like shit."

Bachira made an understanding noise.

"I just..." Isagi sighed. "I never thought she would actually marry... him."

His lips tugged downwards, eyes screwing shut. The sight truly was pitiful.

Bachira pursed his lips, his eyes set serious. "I always thought that you and her... you know."

Isagi gave a wobbly smile.

He then ruffled in his pocket, taking out his necklace.

His eyes roamed over the pendant, fingers carefully tracing the object. "I saw her wear hers today, you know? I can't help feeling hopeful that she might just take me back in her life."

Bachira's eyes softened. "Even if not in the way you would want?"

Isagi let out a chuckle. It was dreary and sorrowful. "I'd be lucky if she did."

Because the last time Isagi had seen you, your face had been streaked with tears, wearing a devastating expression that had been solely Isagi's fault.

Isagi's fingers began to tremble at the memory, so he tightened his hold on his mug.

Even now, he could still recall that wounded sight of you, face contorted in disbelief and hurt. Isagi would be lying if he said his heart didn't twist everytime it appeared in front of his mind's eye.

Isagi inhaled sharply, his eyes darting away to hide the moist edge to them. He needed a distraction, thinking about what was in the past would only cause him more grief.

Even if he thought he'd deserved it.

His eyes fell on the pan on the stove, a familiar odour wafting from it.

"You made her her favourite?" A trace of amusement flickered on Isagi's face.

Bachira shrugged. "She looked worse than you, you know."

Isagi's eyes grew tender. "She's still working herself to the bone?"

"What else did you expect?" Bachira let out a snicker.

"Still as stubborn as ever, huh?"

Bachira stomped him on the shoulder. "Just as stubborn as you. If not, even more. You're still in love with her, huh?"

Isagi's jaw tensed, his hands tightly wound around his cup. He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes glaring holes into the liquid in his cup.

"I can't seem to stop," He whispered, a frantic edge to his tone.

"Then go after her. You're not a quitter, are you?" Bachira urged. "I've missed her, too. She's also my friend."

Isagi's heart sunk in his chest.

"...Are the others still asking after her?"

"What do you think?" Bachira sipped his own tea. "But it's all up to you."

All up to him, huh?

"But... what if she doesn't want me back in her life? What if she doesn't want to see me again?" Isagi frowned, a vulnerable undertone to his shaking voice.

Bachira shot him a knowing glance. "You'll only know when you take the risk."

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Blue Lock characters and how they would kiss you

Pairings. Blue Lock character x reader

Starring. Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Kunigami, Rin & reader insert

Tags. Fluff

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Isagi Yoichi

-> Isagi would kiss you so softly, as if you'd break in his arms.

-> His hands would be cupping your face as he tried to angle his lips so that they would softly mash against yours.

-> Isagi would close his eyes in bliss, letting out breathy hums when you tug on his bottom lip, his own soft noises making his ears turn red.

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Bachira Meguru

-> Bachira would laugh in the kiss, lips pulled into a wide smile as he kissed you silly.

-> His hand would be on your chin, levelling it upwards, while the other would be softly squeezing your hip.

-> His tongue would occasionaly lightly swipe over your lips, and if you'd open your eyes then, you'd see the playful glint in Bachira's eyes.

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Chigiri Hyoma

-> Chigiri would gently tug on your bottom lip with his teeth, whilst his soft lips would brush against yours.

-> One hand would be carding through your hair, the other would be placed on your lower back, drawing you flush against him.

-> Chigiri's eyes would be closed, long lashes brushing against his skin as he tugs on the baby hairs of your nape, relishing in the soft hums he'd elicit out of you.

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Kunigami Rensuke

-> Despite his bulky appearance, Kunigami is so, so careful whilst kissing you.

-> His thumb would lightly brush your swollen bottom lip as his half-lidded eyes would stare at your parted lips.

-> Kunigami's hands would both softly massage your face, thumbs rubbing circles in your skin as his lips would claim yours.

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Itosh Rin

-> Rin's lips would be soft against yours, but he'd ravish your lips, tugging and biting your bottom lip, tongue swirling between your lips as he'd explore your mouth.

-> His hands would be on your face, a grip that would be bruising and firm, but gentle all the same as he tilts your head upwards to meet his.

-> Rin's eyes would be closed in concentration, soft groans ripping from his throat, as he pulls you as close against him as possible.

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Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Starring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, OCs & reader insert

Tags. fluff, crack, seperation arc, estranged friendship, unrequited love, burned house, pining, marriage, misunderstandings & angst

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"Isagi?" The air was punched out of your lungs. Your breathing stuttered.

"Y/n." He simply spoke, giving your friends a curt nod.

"You... what..." You stammered, blinking a few times, because this... was this real?

Is this real? Am I hallucinating?

But it was. And the reality was right in front of you, in the form of one Isagi Yoichi.

Your legs went weak. You stumbled as you felt as if a crushing weight was placed on your chest, leaving you breathless and unable to move.

Rento put a steadying hand on your elbow, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Are you okay?" He whispered in your ear.

"I... don't know..." You managed to say back through the cloth forming in your throat.

Seeing Isagi again after so many years...

How could you ever feel alright?

Your vision blurred.

"We'll give you some time alone." Miyu patted you on the shoulder, quietly leaving with Rento.

Your eyes widened, the thought of being alone with Isagi causing you to freeze up. You turned desperately to your friends, a silent plea in your eyes.

Because this was Isagi, Isagi who you hadn't seen nor contacted in five years.

Isagi who still looked the same, but at the same time was so different.

Isagi who made you feel, feel as if you were at the precipice of an abyss with no way back.

But they merely gave you a reassuring nod, beckoning you to go up to him.

Isagi was still standing there, half of his figure shrouded by the darkness of the night, but it was undoubtedly him.

His eyes gave him away.

They had always been intense, in that particular way that was so Isagi. Always scanning and dissecting things, in the field but in real life, too.

And suddenly, you felt very naked underneath his attentive gaze, as if your soul had been stripped bare before him, as if he could easily tear you apart, because he knew.

He knew. He had been your best friend, your most trusted confidant, your pillar of support in unruly times and unprecedented hardships.

Of course he knew you like the back of his hand, because you had told him, you had trusted him with things that never would've seen the daylight except for him, because he'd been the most trusted person in your life before--

Blinking harshly, you tore away your eyes from his with difficulty. You didn't want to open that Pandora box of complicated feelings.

Not now, and preferably, not ever.

Inhaling sharply, you tried to ignore the trembling of your hands and the stinging behind your eyes as you finally tilted your head to meet Isagi's gaze.

Blue is what you saw. A rich, lovely colour that reminded you of summers spent going to beaches, of reassuring pats on the shoulder, of tears trailing from joy and happiness-

You wavered.

"Isagi..." You tried again, his name feeling weird on your tongue after years of disuse, "Why... uhm, why are you here?"

"Bachira asked me to." Isagi non-committedly shrugged, hands shoved into his pockets, face inscrutable.

"I... oh."

Your heart plummeted in your stomach. Of course. Why else would he be here?

"You need me to take that?" He inclined his head at the bag your fingers were practically crushing.

Embarrassedly, you released the tight grip on your bag.

Taking this as an answer, Isagi approached you.

As he stepped near, you held your breath.

The warm scent of cedarwood enveloped you, familiar and soothing.

Then, his fingers brushed against yours, your head shot downwards, eyes following the slow motion of his hand.

"I... thank you." You managed to squeak out.

Isagi gave a wordless nod, walking quietly to his car, a silent cue for you to follow.

You did, and Isagi opened the door of the passenger seat, as modest as ever.

You gave a feeble nod in thanks, eyes not quite meeting his.

As Isagi set himself behind the steering wheel and started the engine, you let your eyes drop to your lap, hands fidgeting.

The car was filled with a silence, the sort of silence that was stifling and suffocating.

Isagi's eyes were trained on the road. You occasionally snuck a glance at him.

Should I... say something?

Doubt gnawed at you. The five years spent in seperation hanging heavy between you both, like an indestructible wall, driving a wedge between the unscalable distance that existed between you two.

Seeing him made your heart twist.

Him refusing to speak to you made it shatter.

Maybe it was just better this way. Even though there were many unspoken words, that didn't mean you should voice them.

Even though with Isagi, you hadn't ever had to waver to speak.

The car rolled in the garage of an expensive looking house.

Isagi got out of the car and you followed suit.

"Is this your home?" You spoke, voice cutting through the silence.

"No, it's Bachira's." Isagi answered simply.

"...do you live together?"

"No."

"..."

You studied him, wondering.

Do you have someone with whom you live together?

Do you have someone with whom you share ice cream with on a hot summer day or at 2 am on a normal Tuesday?

Do you have someone who will laugh with you at your embarrassing moments, who will alleviate the pain shrouding you that you always try to hide?

Questions formed on the tip of your tongue.

Naturally, you kept silent.

Isagi wordlessly handed you your bag. You took it.

This time, your fingers didn't brush.

You looked at Isagi, eyes searching, but for what, you didn't know.

Isagi averted his eyes. "Bachira will be here shortly, he's getting your stuff."

"My...stuff?" You echoed, surprised.

"Reo owns the hotel you're staying at. Bachira already has contacted him." Isagi proffered.

Reo.

You swallowed arduously.

"But what about..." You trailed off.

"Your boyfriend?" Isagi filled in, voice neutral.

"...Fiancé, actually."

A tense silence fell.

"I'm sure he has a way of knowing." Isagi murmured, a bitter tinge to his tone.

You tilted your head, confused, not quite catching his words.

"Huh? Did you say something?"

Isagi hesitated. "...no."

You shot him a suspicious look but kept silent. You didn't know what to say anyway.

"So." Isagi gave you a nod.

He had been doing that a lot this evening.

He turned his head away, tucking his hands in his pockets as he walked back to his car, putting distance between you two. "I'll leave you to it. Congratulations on your... engagement."

The words felt hollow, empty. You thought he'd be happy for you. Your heart felt laden.

His car beeped to live. The sound was like the decisive trigger of a gun being pulled.

A panic clawed at your chest. He was leaving.

Your lips fell apart, voice barely above a whisper. "You're... not staying?"

Isagi stiffened. But he didn't reply.

Your heart hammered in your chest as a slow beat of silence passed. It felt excruciating.

"It's late." Isagi finally said in lieu of an answer.

Oh.

You blinked harshly, heart sinking in your chest.

"...right."

Isagi stepped in his car. You stood there, frozen, hands clutching your bag, the faint scent of cedarwood clinging to it.

Was this really it?

Five years of being apart. Five years without seeing each other. Five years of missing--

Your bit your tongue. The heavy taste of iron filled your mouth.

This was it. Like intersecting lines bound to cross once, never fated to meet again.

And you couldn't do anything to change that.

You watched, frozen, as Isagi stepped into his car. You stood there, as Isagi mumbled a "good night", one that felt more like a "goodbye".

And you stayed there, silent tears streaming down your face, as Isagi left you in the frigid breeze of a cool summer evening, the outlines of his car fading into the faraway distance.

He'd been so close tonight.

But why had he felt so far away?

Isagi let his keys fall into their designated spot.

His hand was still on the doorknob.

His fingers tightened around it, almost turning the doorknob, almost opening the door again, almost running back--

He wanted to. He wanted to, so so badly. But he couldn't.

You were happy.

He didn't want that to change.

He released the doorknob with a sigh.

Five years. And it still felt like no time had passed.

"You're... not staying?"

Isagi sagged onto the ground, back leaning against the door. He wasn't able to stand anymore, anyway.

"Why are you here?"

Isagi's fingers trembled, a cold blanket wrapped around him, leaving him shivering and yearning for a warmth he knew he didn't deserve.

"Fiancé, actually."

A tear finally slipped free from out of the corner of Isagi's eye. Then another one. And another, until they flowed freely and carelessly, dripping onto his shaking hands.

Isagi inhaled sharply, resting the back of his head against the door, but the tears just wouldn't stop.

He laughed, but it sounded hysterical to his own ears. "...Fuck."

He wiped at the tears, yet it was to no avail; they kept flowing and flowing after being held back for so long.

And why would they stop? He hadn't ever stopped thinking about you. He hadn't ever stopped missing you.

Even though the thought of you felt like clawing at the already sphasming hole inside his empty chest.

Even though being apart from you felt like ripping his heart out of his chest.

Even though the ache of your absence never managed to fade, no matter what he'd tried.

Isagi carefully retracted his hand out of his pocket, revealing a necklace. A necklace with a pendant on it.

You had worn yours. He had hid his.

It didn't feel right to wear his.

After all, you were happy.

And he didn't want to change that.

And yet...

"Can I still return to you?" He whispered in the dead of the night.

Only cold silence met him.

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Blue Lock Characters and going camping

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Pairings. Blue Lock character x reader

Characters. Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Reo, Nagi & Barou

Tags. Fluff, crack, camping

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Isagi Yoichi

-> Two loving parents and no trauma? This man definitely has camped before.

-> You can count on Isagi to know the ins and outs of setting up a tent, he's got that tent standing within ten minutes.

-> He'll definitely bring a football with him, or insist that you'd do some activities together. Because this man cannot sit still.

-> I'll just know that he'll try to optimise his time with you while camping. The one day taking a nice stroll through the woods and the other day going swimming.

-> He definitely likes it old-school. As in, roasting marshmallows above a mellow fire to star gazing on the grass.

In conclusion:

Isagi is big on traditional camping. He will insist on sleeping in the tent on inflatable mattresses because that's how he has always done it with his parents, and this way, you'll be able to get the best camping experience in his opinion.

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Itoshi Rin

-> This man makes everything a competition. Thus, Rin will be the one who's the fastest in setting up a tent.

-> Rin will decline any help, for sure, even when he clearly struggles. All in all, setting up the tent will take longer than necessary, but it'll be sturdy.

-> The sort of activities Rin would enjoy would probably be like scaling mountains, cycling, playing football (obviously), and swimming. There is no moment that he isn't driving his body to the ground.

-> Even though it's a holiday, Rin will continue to stick to his regimented schedule. Eating healthy food, yoga at an exact time, and sleeping before eleven, it'll be just like at home.

In conclusion:

Going camping with Rin will probably be more physically demanding than your regular week, but you can say for sure that you had a fulfilling time.

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Bachira Meguru

-> Setting up a tent with this man is near impossible. Bachira will incessantly try to sabotage the construction or just stand at the sidelines, giggling like a maniac at your struggling.

-> This man is also big on roasting smores, but Bachira will enjoy shopping or going to markets, too.

-> Going on a holiday with Bachira is a sure recipe for disaster, though. He'll probably accidentally tear the tent or forget the electric pump for the beds, so be the one who is prepared!

In conclusion:

A holiday with Bachira is definitely memorable. The question is, is the good or the bad one? However, you can count on Bachira to keep things never boring. It'll be one big adventure with a lot of fun chaos.

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Mikage Reo

-> Mister I'm Good At Everything is also good at camping.

-> Reo will have that tent standing within ten minutes, equipped with the newest luxury appliances, such as an airco or a built-in fridge.

-> Reo is a sucker for camping in style, so you can be assured that he has packed everything and more. From matching camping outfits to a sun-powered tea kettle.

-> Camping with Reo means doing a high variety of activities. Beach volleyball up to disco swimming. You'll do everything that's possible.

In conclusion:

Camping with Reo is camping with style, so much so that it's debatable if it's actually camping when his tent will contain devices an average household won't even think of having. But if you want an affluent holiday, Reo's the man to go to.

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Nagi Seishiro

-> He's the complete antithesis of Mikage Reo. Nagi does not know how to set up a tent.

-> Nagi will probably stand on the side while you set up the tent, doing a grand total of... nothing.

-> Nagi doesn't know what to pack, so you'll likely miss a lot of essentials.

-> If the others were brimming with ideas for activities, Nagi would suggest staying in the tent and sleeping all day.

In conclusion:

If you want a really laid-back holiday, camping with Nagi is a commendable recommendation. Even though you don't do much, you can say for sure that you'll be well-rested at the end of it.

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Barou Shouei

-> This man is rigid. Barou wants that tent set up fast, but in the best possible way.

-> Everything is neatly put away, ranging from your clothes being evenly folded, to the lamps radiating just the right amount of light.

-> Maybe setting up a tent with Barou takes up a lot of time, but the end result is definitely worth it.

-> Because Barou wants to do everything as the best, he'll want to absolutely dominate the typical camping activities. Swimming? Ha, he's got those five kilometres in the bag. Barbecuing? Expect those perfectly crispy chicken skewers to taste absolutely ravishing.

In conclusion:

Camping with Barou is old-fashioned, but he'll account for anything. He'll be the person who is prepared for everything. A mattress leak? He has a spare. No food? He's got the canned tomatoes in the bag.

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