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[woneazy]

“Full House”

sypnosis: blue lock boys x plushie obssessed! reader - stories of you, your boyfie, and your plushies

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, alexis ness, mikage reo, nagi seishiro

ISAGI YOICHI 🐻

♡ Isagi's a little intimidated the first time he sees the extent of you plushie collection. He doesn't think it's weird or that you're any lesser because of it, he's just taken aback by the sheer magnitude of stuffed, soft and squishy items infront of him.

♡After the shock goes away, Isagi unintentionally analyses your plushies. He looks at what stuffed animals you have and how many of them, the style and brands. He keeps this in mind for when he wants to get you a gift so that he's sure you'll like it.

♡ The plushies become a welcome part of his life, he brings his own childhood plushie to yours so that his plushie can hang out with yours.

• Isagi reaches into his bag and takes our a stuffed bear. It was worn from years of being cuddled to sleep but was still relatively well taken care of. He places it on the sofa as you come back from your room with an equally worn plushie,

"They look so cute together", Isagi coos as he seats your plushie next to his before taking a quick picture. "Like us", he adds on before putting his phone away and plopping himself on the couch and reaching his arms around your waist to drag you down with him. Despite the amount of plushies in your possession, Isagi believes that cuddling with you is the best comfort available to him.

Eventually you both fall asleep. When you wake up, you realised that at some point you kicked your plushies onto the floor. You both feel really bad and make them breakfast (imaginary pancakes and syrups served on empty plates)

BACHIRA MEGURU 🐶

♡ Bachira is pleasantly surprised by the fluffy fellows in your room. He decides to name every single plushie in your room. If they don't have names, great, he's giving them one; if they don't, he begins playfully presenting arguments on why his names for the plushies suit them more.

♡ He definitely takes a lot of pictures with the plushies, especially action shots like making them do the superman flying pose or making them have an epic fight scene. Bachira's mind is creative so if he's at your place while you're out, you can definitely expect a surprise scene to pop up in your chat.

♡ Bachira talks to your plushies like they're real. He's engaged in full conversations with your plushies like asking if your bunny plushie had a good carrot harvest that year and if the agricultural economy was doing well.

• "No no no, they have a straw hat so it's name is Johnny and they work on a farm."

"Bachira thats a sunhat."

You've been going back and forth for the last ten minuted about the name of your stuffed bunny. Bachira insists that it's called Johnny because "it looks like a farmer" to him whereas you named it Beatrice. The conversation had gone no where so you sigh and give in, "Fine, call her what you want".

Bachira smiles and takes "Johnny" into his hands, lifting her up in the air like Simba. "All the light touches is your land to farn Johnny." His voice comes out sounding hoarse and raspy like a wise old man. You can't help but giggle.

ITOSHI RIN 🦖

♡ Rin says its childish but appreciates the wonder of your collection. It reminds him of the toys he used to play with when he was younger, so he actually thinks of your room quite fondly.

♡ Even though he says its childish, he doesn't push it away. You'll catch him inspecting your plushies from time to time. When you're on the couch watching whatever, he'll have one arm over your shoulder and another holding a plushie.

♡ When he's overseas for a match, Rin leaves a plushie for you to keep you company. Despite your collection, Rin thinks you'll be lonely without him so he gives you the owl plushie he cherishes so deeply. In exchange, he takes one of your dinosaur plushies with him.

• You wake up to Rin kissing your forehead. "I have to leave soon." He places a round owl by you - it rolls over to the other side of the bed.

"Make sure you don't get too lonely, ok?" He mumbles quietly, his eyes shying away from you. Nodding, you hand him a soft green dinosaur. "You too." Rin hesitates, before nodding and taking the plushie into his arms. He looks at it, thinking back on his childhood.

The next time he leaves, you try to give him another plushie but Rin insists on taking the dinosaur again. It was your own tradition. Every time theres an away match, Rin sends a picture of the dinosaur on his hotel bed, letting you know that 'your son' is safe and sound. In return, Rin patiently awaits for a selfie of you and the owl watching his match.

ITOSHI SAE ��

♡ Sae doesn't say much about your collection when he gets introduced to your "zoo" but the next time you see him, he gifts you a small round owl.

♡ He calls the owl your son and you treat it like an actual child. The owl has its own seat at the dinner table, joins you for movie nights and gets cuddles from you both.

♡ You both take the owl with you EVERYWHERE: roadtrips, flights, convenience store runs? It goes with you.

• After a late shift at work you come home to Sae and your owl son waiting for you at the dinner table. Even though it can't eat, you both make a point to give it a plate every night. Dinner is quiet, as usual, but not tense; just comfortable silence.

When you both finish your meals, Sae urges you take a shower and get comfortable for the night while he washes the dishes. You give him a peck on the cheek and set your son on the couch before heading to the bathroom. Once you get out, you realise that Sae and the owl plush were no longer in the living room.

You move to the bedroom and see Sae already in bed, lying quietly on the bed with the owl on his stomach. It was kinda a ridiculous sight with all the other plushies surrounding him but you keep the laugh in your mind and join them.

"You'd make a good dad one day." Sae blushes and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

"You'd make a better mum." His response comes out muffled but you giggle into his hair and kiss his forehead before reaching for the owl and setting it onto the pillow beside you. "I think it's his bedtime", you mutter before getting back up to turn the lights off.

A shared wish of "Sweet dreams" for your son were whispered before you both fall to slumber.

Yeah. You definitely have a favourite child.

ALEXIS NESS 🐿️

♡ Ness does not shame you for it at all. He thinks that your collection is magical in its own way and that you deserve respect for your interests.

♡ I like the idea that Ness performs magic tricks for you and your plushie audience. You'll gather them on the couch while he picks a "volunteer" from the crowd to pull out of a magic hat.

♡ Ness would give you a squirrel and give it a witch hat. He says he needs an assistant for his shows in order to impress you. (In actuality, the squirrel just sits on your lap every show)

• The temperature was starting to drop with the orange leaves so you and Ness had decided to stay in. You see Ness moving your plushies by the armful to the couch, placing them split into 2 piles on each end of the couch, leaving space for you in the middle.

When you sit in your assigned seat, Ness places his 'assistant' on your lap and asks for a volunteer. The first up is a teddybear, who goes into am empty box and out comes some playing cards.

"Would the beautiful person in the middle like to choose a card?" No matter what card you choose, Ness tells you that he sees lots of love in the near future.

Ness then calls up his assistant, who goes into his magicians hat. After disappearing into the inside, Ness pulls out flowers from his hat, addressing them as "for my beloved in the middle". You give him a round of applause before he returns the plushies.

MIKAGE REO 🦁

♡ He finds it really endearing! Reos absolutely awestruck when he first sees your collection and instantly goes to hug one of them.

♡ Green flag!! He treats your plushies like royalty. When he asks you what you'd like for breakfast, he'll turn to your plushie and ask "And for the bunny?" in a butler voice. He'll occasionally come back with outfits for them.

♡ Your collection grows. A lot. If you want it, its yours. The first one Reo gets you is a cuddly lion with a purple ribbon tied around it, so you keep it close. Despite this, Reo insists on getting you plushies from wherever you go and wherever he goes.

• Reo was beginning to question his impulses to spoil you when you both decided to organise your plushies. Before, he had never really questioned the quantity of your collection but when faced with the challenge of actually making sure they were actually organized aesthetically and could all be seen, Reo almost regretted buying you all those gifts.

"Where would you like to go Mrs Rabbit?" He asks himself, but you can't help but laugh at how enthusiastically he questioned the stuffed aninal. "Maybe with your husband?" Reo places the rabbit in the frilly dress next to another rabbit on a shelf before turning to you. "And why are you laughing?"

"You just look cute is all." Reo blushes at your response before pulling you into a hug. At this point there were only a few plushies left so he starts making dinner. Although later, when he turns to the dining table, he didn't expect the lion he gave you to be sat at the table. "And maybe a cup of tea for the gentleman in the purple ribbon?"

NAGI SEISHIRO 🐻‍❄️

♡ Nagi doesn't make a big deal out of the plushies but he finds himself very pleased with it. On numerous occasions, you'll find him snuggled up with multiple of them. Head resting on a large pillowy one, hands around another one.

♡ With Nagi, your collection actually shrinks? Sometimes Nagi will take a plushie to remind him of you and then forget to give it back. He really likes that the plushies remind him of you, not only because of your interests but because they kinda smell like you.

♡ The first plushie Nagi got you was a polar bear that he got for you as an apology for constantly kicking plushies off of your bed in his sleep and using them as pillows when he was gaming and flattening them.

• You'd been looking for one of your plushies for a while but for some reason you just couldnt find it! That's when you found it flattened on the back of your boyfriend's gaming chair in his room. But strangely, Nagi was hugging a stuffed polar bear. You didn't recognise it so you asked about it.

"Nagi what's that you're holding?" The white haired boy smiles and hands it to you, before pulling you in to a hug. "S'posed to be a gift for you. It's cuddly like you."

Needless to say, you forgot about your flattened plushie very quickly. Much to Nagi's happiness.

[woneazy]

જ⁀✦ best thing that's ever been mine

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

✩ a/n — i feel like dad! bllk is becoming common now and im obsessed yall know i love a good pregnancy/family trope.

✩ word count — 1.3k

✩ content — dad! sae itoshi, friends to lovers, childhood sweethearts, unplanned pregnancy, i feel like sae would be a girl dad but just imagine baby him, not proofread

✩ synopsis — To the world, Sae Itoshi is an enigma. But to you, he’s just him.

── .✦ left a small town, never looked back

Sae Itoshi is an enigma to many.

To the world, he’s composed of cold shoulders and sharp footwork. Precision born of quiet fury, interviews clipped short, sponsorships done with dead-eyed disinterest. 

He doesn’t smile for cameras. Doesn’t entertain gossip. 

He shows up, plays with a kind of artistry that makes even the world’s best defenders look clumsy, and leaves like he was never there to begin with.

To them, he’s brilliant. Elusive. Unreachable.

But to you?

He’s the man currently sitting on your living room floor with one knee up, hair damp from a shower, blinking slowly as your son tries to feed him a Cheerio he found in his pocket.

“…You’re sure this is safe?” Sae asks dryly, staring at the sticky cereal piece as your toddler beams, chubby hands outstretched.

You don’t even look up from your book. “He already ate four. You’re fine.”

Sae huffs through his nose and leans forward anyway, letting your son press the Cheerio against his lips with the concentration of a surgeon. 

He doesn’t flinch when it sticks. Just chews once, nods solemnly, and says, “Good job, bud.”

The smile your son gives him is radiant. The same smile you fell in love with years ago—only smaller, messier, and with fewer teeth.

People don’t know the real Sae Itoshi.

Not the boy who used to kick rocks down your neighborhood street after school, scowling when they didn’t bounce the way he wanted. 

Not the one who once helped you carry your backpack home in the rain, both of you soaking wet and pretending not to care. 

They don’t know the kid who sat with you at lunch every day in silence, just close enough to count as something, even if neither of you knew what.

You were friends. In the way two kids who didn’t fit quite right into the world found each other.

Sae didn’t talk much, but you learned to hear him anyway. His silences said things. 

When he walked a little slower beside you, you knew he wanted you to stay. 

When he handed you a sports drink without looking, it meant he noticed you skipped lunch.

When he sat beside you during your library shift and didn’t open a book—just rested his head in his hand and closed his eyes—that meant he trusted you.

You started dating in junior high. Clumsily. Quietly. Like most kids, you didn’t call it dating. 

You just... stopped pretending you didn’t want to sit closer. Y

ou linked pinkies on cold walks home. You traded favorite snacks. 

You started saying goodnight on the phone even if neither of you spoke for the entire call.

And then, at thirteen, Sae left.

Spain. A dream. A career. A calling.

You still remember that day—standing at the edge of the train platform with him, both of you wearing your school uniforms, pretending your hearts weren’t hammering inside your chests. He didn’t promise you anything. 

Not forever. Not even a someday.

But he looked at you like he wanted to.

“I’ll come back,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Or you’ll come to me. Right?”

You nodded.

He squeezed your hand.

And then he was gone.

Years passed.

You lived your life in soft, slow ways. 

Kept your head down, studied hard, wrote to him sometimes, even when you weren’t sure he’d read it. 

The letters came less often. The calls dropped off. Time zones, training, language gaps—life.

And yet, the memory of him never left you. Not really. 

You dated, once or twice, but no one ever made you feel the way he did. 

No one ever looked at you like they understood your quiet too.

The second you graduated, you bought a one-way ticket to Madrid.

Your mother cried. 

Your father didn’t speak to you for a week. 

Your friends called you reckless—chasing a boy who hadn’t texted back in months. 

But you knew something they didn’t.

You weren’t chasing a boy.

You were chasing the only place you’d ever felt like home.

He was waiting for you at the airport.

Not with flowers or signs—he wasn’t that type. 

He was just there, hands in his pockets, grown into his height, jaw sharper, hair longer. 

He looked tired. 

Beautiful. 

Real.

“You’re here,” he said, as if he hadn’t quite let himself believe you’d come.

You didn’t cry until you got to the car.

He rested a hand on your thigh the whole drive home.

Life wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t romantic montages and sunshine mornings. 

You worked part-time jobs, learned to navigate the city on your own, struggled with loneliness and language and wondering if you’d made the right choice.

But every night, when Sae came home—sweaty and exhausted, his voice rasped from yelling on the pitch, eyes soft when they found yours—it felt worth it.

You weren’t living in a dream. You were building something real.

And then, at 22, everything changed.

You stared at the pregnancy test for a long time.

The bathroom light flickered overhead. Your legs were numb from sitting on the edge of the tub. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

You hadn’t planned for this. You’d been careful. You had a plan.

When you told Sae, you were ready for the worst.

He stood still for a full minute, staring at the test in your hands like it was written in a language he didn’t understand.

And then, gently, he reached out and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Me too,” he said quietly.

The first heartbeat.

The first tiny blur on the ultrasound screen.

The nurse asking, “Want to know the sex?” and your voice breaking as you said, “Yes.”

A boy.

A boy with his father’s name on the chart, and your hands trembling as you whispered, “A mini you.”

Sae didn’t speak for a long time. He just placed his hand on your belly, eyes locked there like it was a miracle and a disaster all at once.

“We’ll be okay,” he said eventually.

And somehow, you believed him.

Now, your son is two.

He has Sae’s eyes and your cheeks. 

He toddles around with wild hair, mismatched socks, and a favorite stuffed penguin he drags by the flipper. 

He calls Sae “Papa” and you “Mama” and yells “Goal!” every time he kicks anything remotely spherical.

Some nights, Sae gets home too late. Some days, he misses first steps or messy drawings stuck to the fridge. And yet—he’s there.

Always.

He sleeps with your son when he has nightmares. 

Buys new crayons every time the old ones snap. 

Kisses your forehead in the middle of diaper changes and murmurs “you’re doing great” even when you feel like you’re failing.

You’re engaged now.

Not married. Not in a rush. 

Your ring glints in the morning light when you stir your coffee and kiss Sae goodbye before training. 

You’ve been his since you were kids.

A ring didn’t change that.

You lie in bed one night, your son curled between you, one small fist gripping Sae’s shirt. The baby monitor glows soft blue.

Sae’s awake, staring at the ceiling, one hand resting on your child’s back.

You whisper, “What are you thinking?”

He’s quiet for a long time.

Then, “Sometimes I don’t know how I got here.”

You shift closer. “Do you regret it?”

He looks at you. Really looks. The boy who left. The man who stayed.

“No,” he says. “But I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of messing this up.”

You reach over, take his hand.

“You won’t.”

He squeezes it.

And for the first time in a long time, he sleeps soundly.

To the world, Sae Itoshi is an enigma.

But to you, he’s just him.

The boy who left.

The man who waited.

The father that your son runs to in the morning with sleepy eyes and open arms.

The love you’ve known for nearly your whole life—and still learn in new ways every day.

And in your quiet little life, built of messy rooms and warm dinners and tiny socks in the laundry, that’s more than enough.

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[woneazy]

super jellyous!

your boyfriend’s pursuing his dreams of being the number one striker in the world! and you get to watch him do it all on live tv! the only thing is his teammates are very handsy…

text conversations about you being jealous of the way the team acts with isagi. smau. crack. jealous reader but it's lighthearted. various isagi ships mentioned? technically? one dirty joke. timeline not in order. ooc.

my first smau!! i literally made this half asleep 💀

[woneazy]

change is inevitable. —blue lock

based on this request.

note. felt 😔 i loved writing this (maybe bc it’s angst)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. the boys run into you, their ex, again — only to realise you’re no longer the girl they once loved. time changed you, and not in a good way.

cw. drabble, angst, breakup, emotional neglect, unresolved feelings, bitterness, implied depression.

wc. 0.9k words, not proofread.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you didn’t break up on bad terms, but the bitterness lingered. you understood why things ended — isagi was rising fast, his career soaring into something unimaginable, and you just couldn’t keep up with him. he didn’t mean to neglect you, but it didn’t change the way it felt to be pushed aside all the time, no balance. you were always second place to his ambition. so you let go, even though it tore at your insides.

years passed, and the two of you crossed paths again at a venue you weren’t expecting — a birthday dinner for your friend, an afterparty for him and his teammates. the moment you caught each other’s eyes, it felt like the world stopped.

he smiled, hesitant but familiar. “hey,” he said, like nothing had changed.

but you had.

gone was the bubbly, bright girl who cheered him on, who lit up at every win he celebrated. you looked at him with nothing in your eyes — not hate, not longing, just… exhaustion. you nodded in greeting, then turned to leave.

inside, your chest ached. you thought you buried those feelings, but seeing him again cracked something open. you were tired. tired of missing him, of hoping, of hurting. you had numbed yourself just to keep going, and his voice brought it all rushing back.

but isagi didn’t see the turmoil. all he saw was your coldness, and he mistook it for peace. he thought you’d moved on. and only then did it hit him — what it truly meant to lose you.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you broke up on bad terms. there was shouting, there were things said out of anger — but what stung most was what was left unsaid. you were so damn tired of trying. his avoidant tendencies, his short temper, his schedule that never had room for you — it all piled up until your heart couldn’t carry it anymore. the final fight wasn’t even about anything big. it just snapped.

when you saw him again at a mutual friend’s party, you didn’t feel that familiar pang of longing. you just felt… irritated. like a headache that hadn’t passed. while the others partied, the two of you ended up tucked into a corner, isolated from the world.

just like before.

“you’re quiet,” rin said, glancing at you. “you’re usually on the dance floor by now.”

you didn’t look at him. “it’s been years. people change.”

his eyes stayed on you, searching. “you don’t smile anymore.”

“don’t have a reason to. not worth it.”

it wasn’t anger in your voice anymore. it was indifference. detachment. like you weren’t even connected to this world anymore, like a wilted flower in a garden. and that, more than any screaming match, cut him open in silence.

there was no place for him in your life anymore, not even space for him to regret.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

the bar smelled like smoke and spilled cocktails, and the music was too loud for your taste — or at least, it used to be. now, you sat alone with a strong drink in hand, shoulders loose, laughter hollow. you had made a home in the places you used to hate.

sae spotted you before you saw him. he blinked once, then again, as if he was unsure if it was really you. you were draped in something sleek, eyeliner sharp, lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“you come to these kinds of places on your own?” he asked, approaching slowly.

you didn’t even flinch. “i could say the same for you.”

“my teammates dragged me here to celebrate,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “you weren’t into this kind of thing.”

you snorted, downing the rest of your drink. “a lot’s changed. i like forgetting now.”

“…forgetting what?”

“everything,” you said. “especially you.”

he didn’t respond. he couldn’t. not when you stood up moments later, letting another man put his hand on your waist as you let yourself be swept into the crowd. not when he watched you laugh and lean in close, seeking warmth from strangers just to feel something again.

and all he could do was watch you unravel, realising too late that he was the thread that started it.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

your relationship with nagi was easy — too easy. quiet nights, indoor dates, movie marathons. comfort turned into complacency, and before either of you realised it, the spark had flickered out. you tried to revive it, but he didn’t. not because he didn’t care — but because he didn’t see anything wrong. you were still there, so he thought everything was fine.

now, he saw you everywhere. always out, always dressed like the world owed you attention. always with someone new, always laughing, loud and carefree. not a single trace of the old you.

“you’re really living life now, huh?” he muttered when you ran into each other outside a club. his voice was soft, almost guilty.

you grinned, but your eyes gave you away. empty, flat. “why not? i’m free to do whatever i want now.”

he looked down, a crease forming between his brows. “you never liked noise.”

“i also didn’t like crying myself to sleep.”

your voice was light, almost amused. but nagi wasn’t laughing.

you were a stranger now. loud, reckless, burning through every moment like it owed you something — and he couldn’t help but wonder if you were running from the same silence you used to share with him.

© all written works are created and owned by @sinsxo. do not plagiarise, modify, repost or translate any of my content on other platforms under any circumstances.

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[woneazy]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ texts w bf!sae when you go out and he has to take care of your cat.

[woneazy]

the press. —itoshi sae

synopsis. he knew that wasn’t all he lost — he lost you too. and after losing what mattered most, itoshi sae finds himself cornered by the press — cameras flashing, questions cutting too deep. he should’ve been there. but he wasn’t. and now, nothing will ever be the same again.

cw. long drabble, child loss, traumatic birth, grief, emotional breakdown, hospital setting, intrusive media, guilt, implied depression.

wc. 0.5k words, not proofread.

itoshi sae hates the press.

hates the flash of cameras. hates the crowd of paparazzi hounding him like vultures. hates the microphones shoved into his face — like weapons — breaking through every boundary, clawing into his personal life.

today, he truly, deeply loathed them.

because today, he had to leave you.

he couldn’t stay by your side, couldn’t hold your hand or whisper that everything would be okay. couldn’t be there when your fingers trembled or when the machines beeped too loudly for comfort. his career — his goddamn career — dragged him away.

they said if he didn’t show, it would be a breach of contract. multi-million-dollar losses. lawsuits. damage that couldn’t be undone. he didn’t care — not really. but he knew you would. knew you’d tell him to go. so he did, and he hated himself for it.

during the match, his head wasn’t even in it.

his body moved, sure. he ran, passed, scored. but his mind? it was somewhere else. stuck in a sterile hospital room where you lay — pale, exhausted, broken in ways no one else could see.

so he played like a madman — no strategy, no finesse — just rage.

every time the ball touched his foot, he drove it like a bullet. every goal, every scream, every sprint, was a desperate prayer for the clock to move faster. because the bigger the lead, the sooner it’d all end.

he didn’t care about the win.

he just wanted to go back to you.

but when the final whistle blew, and relief didn’t come — only more fury, more weight — he walked straight off the pitch. ignored the interviews. ignored the congratulations.

and then he saw them.

the press, waiting for him outside like a pack of wolves.

flashbulbs exploded. questions flew. bodies pressed and pushing against each other.

and he hated it. hated all of it. hated them.

“enough,” he said, voice low, shaking. “i’m not answering anything.”

but they didn’t back off.

they never did.

“itoshi sae, what made you play today, knowing your wife’s in hospital?”

“rumours say she nearly died during childbirth. was it worth it?”

“is it true she lost the baby?”

silence.

a breath.

then — he snapped.

shoved past them. didn’t care who he hit. didn’t care who fell. he just needed to get out.

his manager didn’t ask questions. just drove. fast.

and when sae reached the hospital — when he saw you lying there, barely able to keep your eyes open, smiling for his sake despite everything you’d just been through.

he fell to his knees beside you. dropped his forehead against your hand, holding it tightly like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

and he cried.

quiet, shattering sobs. tears that burned. a grief so deep, it hollowed him out.

because he should’ve been there.

not on a pitch. not in front of cameras. not answering questions that felt like knives. not having strangers with cameras and microphones turning this tragedy into headlines — like it was just another weather report.

he should’ve been with you.

© all written works are created and owned by @sinsxo. do not plagiarise, modify, repost or translate any of my content on other platforms under any circumstances.

all images, aside from the dividers, do not belong to me. credit belongs to their original creators on pinterest & xhs.

[woneazy]

જ⁀✦ it's time to duel!

( bllk x yu-gi-oh crossover lowkey )

✩ a/n — i'm so deep into my ygo junk that this idea hit me like a bus

✩ word count — 700

✩ content — me yapping and lowkey reaching bc i want my two loves to crossover somehow. also ofc this isn't a full deck, but i did deeepp research for this so 6 per character it is!

✩ synopsis — bllk boys - isagi - rin - nagi - and what cards they'd have in their deck ( and why )

── .✦ isagi yoichi

✦ mind control

take control of one monster your opponent controls until the end phase

✦ isagi is always predicting his opponent's moves and using them to his advantage, i mean we've all seen it. and this card literally lets you use your opponent's monster and strategy !

✦ decode talker

a tactician who gains power from connection

✦ a card that gets stronger with careful positioning and the energy you put into it, just like isagi's playing when he's in his flowstate. and if we want to get silly with it, it's also a "talker" which fits isagi being a thinker and communicator !

✦ field barrier

protects your field spell card from being destroyed

✦ isagi treats the field like a chess game, showing his need to control and protect his "territory"

✦ psychic tracker

if you control a level 3 monster, you can special summon this card

✦ a support-type card that works best with others, just like how isagi's strength is amplified when he plays along with others he meshes well with !

✦ sangan

a small creature that helps search your deck for better plays

✦ isagi is borderline obsessive about finding the "formula" or even just the one piece he needs to run a perfect play

✦ the eye of truth

reveal your opponent's hand and keep it revealed

✦ i mean, what can i say? isagi's "meta vision" is pretty much this card in action.

see rin and nagi utc!

── .✦ rin itoshi

✦ dark armed dragon

cannot be normal summoned. must be special summoned by having exactly 3 dark monsters in your graveyard

✦ ruthless, overwhelming, and scarily precise. like rin, this card needs setup and punishes hard.

✦ mystical space typhoon

destroy 1 spell/trap on the field

✦ rin always cuts through noise and distractions. mystical space typhoon is a fast, clean removal. two peas in a pod.

✦ red-eyes darkness metal dragon

a lone dragon that calls forth others, yet stands dominant

✦ it just gives rin's whole "im above you all" lone wolf type of vibe, yet it also hints how he does have the ability to bring out others potential (isagi...) and how he just doesn't see it / doesn't want to

✦ raigeki

destroy all monsters your opponent controls

✦ is literally "screw tactics. i just need force" and it's just like rin just pummeling through a defensive line...slay

✦ royal oppression

pay 800 lifepoints to negate any special summon

✦ prevents flashy plays. rin doesn't want anyone doing anything unpredictable. they will play on his terms.

✦ fabled raven

a solitary beast with deceptive strength

✦ symbolizes his cold exterior and powerful play style. also, to me, the name "fabled" suits rin's god-tier prodigy status ( im reaching )

── .✦ nagi seishiro

✦ cyber dragon

can be special summoned if your opponent controls a monster and you don't

✦ lazy but also peak strategy. just gets to come onto the field for free. i would imagine he'd do this at the start of the match.

✦ mystic tomato

when destroyed, special summon a dark monster with 1500 or less attack points

✦ a scary looking, but relatively chill card, that turns into something better without any real effort.

✦ scapegoat

summon 4 sheep tokens to stall or use as tribute

✦ i feel like nagi wouldn't plan on using this card, but somehow his tokens lead to his win. i can't explain it.

✦ junk synchron

pulls low-level monsters from the graveyard to synchro into big threats

✦ nagi can turn the simplest thing into genius ideas. i just feel like this card is his philosophy.

✦ black luster soldier - envoy of the beginning

must be special summoned by banishing one light and one dark monster from your graveyard. can attack twice or banish anything on the field

✦ really, it's the banish anything ability to me. when nagi sees an opening, he takes it, and he's gone.

✦ limiter removal

double the attack points of all machine monsters. then destroys them.

✦ sudden burst of power, no regards for the consequences. kinda like nagi being bored then also being the leading reason as for why his team won?

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[woneazy]

so im about to cry in public

♡ call me back ──

જ⁀➴ a isagi yoichi au. 900 words

synopsis: in which isagi yoichi misses your birthday, and fight breaks out; then he realizes that not every call gets a second chance.

a/n: this is suuuuuper angsty. buckle up!

the phone rings twice before it clicks.

“yoichi.”

he doesn’t respond right away. just silence, like he’s waiting for her to speak first. like he thinks that’ll make this easier.

it doesn’t.

her voice is soft, but there’s something splintered beneath it. “you missed my birthday.”

still, nothing.

she swallows hard. it’s raining. it’s been raining for days. her windshield wipers drag across the glass in rhythm with her heartbeat, but neither can keep up anymore.

“i waited,” she says, her voice tighter this time. “for a week.”

“…i know,” he says, and somehow that’s worse than if he’d forgotten.

she lets out a breath that shakes at the edges. “i thought something happened. i kept checking your socials, calling your teammates, staying up just in case you dropped by. i lit the damn candles, yoichi. the ones you said smelled like home. i made your favorite dinner. i waited.”

he exhales, sharp. like he's the one who’s tired.

“i was busy.”

she scoffs. “busy?” her grip on the steering wheel tightens. the turn signal clicks, useless. “that’s your excuse?”

“it’s the truth,” he mutters.

“no,” she snaps. “no, it’s not. because i saw the pictures. i saw the fucking articles. while i was curled up on the couch with a stupid slice of cake and a sinking heart, you were at parties. you were smiling. laughing. holding drinks. and her. that girl in the white dress? she had her hand on your chest like she’s done it a hundred times before.”

“it wasn’t like that.”

“then what was it like?” her voice breaks. “did you forget i existed? or did you just not care?”

he hesitates. that tells her everything.

“isagi,” she whispers, quieter now. “did you sleep with her?”

his silence stretches out like a noose.

“no,” he finally says, but it doesn’t sound like the truth. it sounds like damage control. it sounds like he’s already somewhere else.

she wants to throw her phone out the window. instead, she grips it tighter.

“god,” she breathes, “you used to be good. not perfect, but good. and now i don’t even recognize the person i’m talking to.”

“you’re always like this!” he snaps. “always asking where i’m going, who i’m with, why do you need to know everything i fucking do?”

“because i’m your girlfriend!” she yells. “i’m not a fan in your comments. i’m the one who loves you. i deserve to know when you disappear off the face of the earth for seven days!”

“you’re so fucking clingy.”

that silences her. it lodges in her throat, cold and jagged.

he doesn’t stop. “you treat me like i owe you every second. like i can’t breathe without you needing to know where i am or who i’m talking to!”

her voice is hoarse now. “i just wanted to be part of your life.”

“and i wanted space,” he spits. “you don’t get it. you never have. you think this is some fairytale relationship where i drop everything and show up with cake and roses when i have sponsors, matches, press, a career. you want more than i can give, and i’m tired of pretending that’s not true.”

tears spill down her face, hot and relentless. her hands shake on the steering wheel.

“so that’s it?” she whispers. “i was just some inconvenience to you?”

“you were a distraction,” he mutters.

she breaks.

“you don’t get to say that,” she hisses. “you don’t get to call me a distraction when i was the one who stayed. who waited. who believed in you even when you stopped making time for me. i gave up so much just to keep us together. and you—” her voice breaks. “you couldn't even give me one fucking day.”

“you knew what you were signing up for.”

“no,” she chokes. “i signed up for you. not this version of you who sees me as some desperate little anchor weighing you down.”

he exhales like this conversation is exhausting him. “i don’t regret it.”

she stills. “what?”

“i don’t regret missing your birthday. i don’t regret going out. i don’t regret finally doing something for myself instead of being chained to your guilt-tripping.”

that’s when the sob tears out of her.

“you’re not the person i fell in love with.”

“and maybe you never really knew me.”

she laughs bitterly through her tears, biting back the thousand things she wants to say. instead, she gives him the only thing he deserves.

“fuck you, isagi.”

the line goes dead.

her hand shakes as she hurls the phone. it hits the door with a dull thud. the sob that escapes her is raw, like something inside her finally snapped.

then she glances at the passenger seat, wherein a folded baby photo stares back.

her foot presses harder on the gas. her heart is somewhere on the floor of the car. she can barely breathe. maybe she should’ve pulled over. maybe she should’ve waited.

their future.

the one he’d never even asked about.

the one he didn’t stay long enough to want.

but she doesn’t.

a car horn blared, long and panicked.

the next second, metal crumpled with a violent, earsplitting scream as her car collided hard and fast into the guardrail. the windshield shattered, shards of glass spraying through the air like splinters of light. the impact was sudden, brutal.

the phone buzzes in the wreckage, its screen flickers through a spiderweb of cracks. one new voicemail.

and then—

everything went still.

00:04 — yoichi isagi

his voice comes through, low, strained.

“y/n… i didn’t mean any of that. i—shit. i’m sorry. just… call me back, okay? please.”

but the wreckage stays silent.

and somewhere miles away, yoichi waits for a call that will never ever come.

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[woneazy]

good morning. —blue lock

based on this request.

note. this req was soo cute

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. you wake up groggy, wearing their clothes, and walk out into the living room — only to find their teammates mid-conversation.

cw. drabble, fluff.

wc. 0.6k words, not proofread.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

with the both of you coming back home after a date yesterday, feeling drained and exhausted, he forgot to tell you that his teammates were coming over for a bit — just to review a match before training starts up again.

you woke up to the noise — yelling, laughter, someone getting way too hyped over a play on the screen. groggy and half-asleep, you stumbled toward the door and opened it.

you stood there blinking at three familiar-ish guys on the couch, all frozen mid-celebration — fists in the air, mouths still open, just… paused.

“sorry,” isagi said, standing up with a sheepish smile. “did we wake you up? i told them to keep it down, but they wouldn’t listen.”

he walked over, turned you gently by the shoulders and started guiding you back to the bedroom. “might wanna put on some pants, babe,” he added, handing you your sweats with a soft kiss to the top of your head.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he wasn’t expecting guests this early — and he definitely didn’t think you’d be up yet. so when you walked out of the bedroom rubbing your eyes, wearing just one of his shirts, rin may or may not have fallen in love with you all over again.

“rinnie?” you called out, voice thick with sleep, surprised at the sight of people in the living room.

he stood up, walking over, tugging the hem of his shirt down over your thighs. “you’re awake?”

you nodded. “mhm. ‘s there food?”

“yeah,” he murmured, brushing a hand through your hair. “made toast. it’s in the kitchen. want me to get it for you?”

you shook your head and shuffled off as if nothing was out of the ordinary. rin turned back to his friends like nothing had happened — except the faintest, quietest smile displayed on his lips.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you walk out into the living room, still half-asleep, wearing one of sae’s older jerseys — soft from years of wear, practically swallowing you whole. your steps are quiet, but he notices immediately.

he glances up from where he’s seated at the dining table with a few teammates, talking about formations and strategies like it’s a usual thing to do in the morning.

“you’re up. want some water?” he asks, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

you nod, mumbling a soft “mhm.”

he gets up, walks into the kitchen, and grabs a glass without being asked. you take it from him wordlessly, fingers brushing his for a second longer than necessary.

he leans in, brushing his hand over your head before you retreat to the bedroom again. not a single person says a thing — not because they don’t know what to say, but because sae’s presence makes it clear: this is normal and nothing else needs to be said.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

he’s sprawled on the floor, playing co-op video games with reo, eyes half-lidded, posture slumped. reo’s mid-sentence, talking shit about some dumb strategy, when the bedroom door creaks open.

you walk out in one of nagi’s shirts, still heavy with sleep.

the second nagi sees you, he pauses the game and tosses the controller to the side.

“c’mere,” he murmurs, opening his arms for you. you don’t even hesitate — just walk straight into his chest as he wraps himself around you, pressing his face into your neck.

“bro,” reo mutters, half-laughing. “we were in the middle of a match.”

“don’t care,” nagi mumbles. “she’s more important.”

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[woneazy]

YE S YES YES YES YESBYES

#WELOVELOSERS — isagi yoichi.

all art by yuexere.

a/n; feel free to send me requests!

gamer!isagi who, despite being very intelligent when it comes to playing basically any kind of game, was actually quite stupid when it came to school. although his computer science (and sometimes math) grades were high, the other subjects basically ruin his report card.

gamer!isagi who ended up meeting you through his chemistry class, which happened to be one of his worst subjects. you were pretty good at the subject but lately your test grades have been low, so you asked the teacher if there was anyone you could tutor for some extra credit.

gamer!isagi who groaned when his teacher told him to stay after class, already knowing that he was going to be talked to about his grades. annoyed by the thought, as his games were waiting for him at home and he really wanted to play some valorant or something.

gamer!isagi who, when the bell rang and everyone left — leaving just three people in the room, eyes widened and jaw slightly dropped when he saw you. sure, you had been in his class for like a good half year by now, but he was never one to pay attention to girls.

gamer!isagi who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you when the chemistry teacher was explaining that you were to be his new tutor, trying to hopefully get his grades up.

gamer!isagi who forgot all about the games when you started to talk, you leading the conversation and asking which days he was free afterschool and if he needed help in break times or not. your voice was really pretty.

gamer!isagi who’s grades in chemistry went up, so much so infact that he started not needing a chemistry tutor anymore. that can’t be good, he wanted to be with you more.

gamer!isagi who asked you, during one of the tutor sessions for the upcoming tests, if you were good at any other subjects. to absolutely no one’s surprise, you were. score!

gamer!isagi who wasted no time in asking you to help him with other subjects, with you having no opposition to it because you quite liked helping and also being with him.

gamer!isagi who started getting closer to you through the tutoring, you both became good friends. the time you spent together extended to more than just study sessions.

gamer!isagi who, you found out, was really fond of playing games. as if it wasn’t obvious though. he liked any type of game, and was willing to try basically everything.

gamer!isagi who you were able to discuss your favorite games with, as he probably played it too. there’s no problem if he hadn’t yet, as he immediately would pull allnighters finishing your favorite games just so he could talk to you about something.

gamer!isagi who became your bestfriend — the tutoring sessions that brought you two together becoming redundant, as his grades genuinely improved because of you.

gamer!isagi who you played games with a lot, going to his house often to spend time with him. his parents didn’t mind either, they were such kind people.

gamer!isagi who plays horror games with you, both of you screaming at the jumpscares and laughing your asses off every two seconds.

gamer!isagi who became your minecraft and roblox buddy, also just your buddy for everything to be honest.

gamer!isagi who became part of your daily routine and vice versa.

gamer!isagi who genuinely was so inlove with you since the first day you met, always trying to be the best version of himself for you.

gamer!isagi who helped you in your lows and always was there for you, never minding if his shirt was soaked in tears whenever you let the walls crush down and you finally let everything out.

gamer!isagi who you also fell inlove with, despite your feelings taking much longer to develop.

gamer!isagi who tried his best to stay just friends with you, thinking you would never like him back.

gamer!isagi who was also so dang obvious to the point where he couldn’t even hide his feelings for you anymore, despite his best efforts.

gamer!isagi who was too scared to confess, but with the help of his friends’ encouragement (and also you purposely giving him very large hints that you did like him back) he finally thought out a plan to confess.

gamer!isagi who asked you to be his girlfriend through flowers, your favorite chocolate, and a beautiful handmade minecraft pop up card, which he totally did not spend hours on and repeat dozens of times to get it perfectly right for you.

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a/n ; huhu this was lowkey rushed but its okay i think, i hope this didn’t suck that much :x also gradient text is such a hassle to do. weote this instead of updating my series, whoopsies! sorry guys, nerdsagi has just been stuck in my head all day.

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[woneazy]

based from this trend on tiktok.

sae became the kind of person who doesn’t feel much anymore. but there was once a time he cried so hard for the first time in his life, begging the doctors to let him in when you were dying.

chigiri can run freely again now, faster than anyone, no fear in his step. but there was once a time he limped through the park with you after rehab, just to feel like he was normal again.

bachira is everyone’s favorite now—bright, brilliant, and loved by the world. but there was once a time he only had you, and he'd wait for you after school just so he didn’t have to walk home alone.

kunigami became a weapon, a version of himself that didn’t flinch at all. but there was once a time he left a match without a word, because you were having a panic attack in the stands and no one else saw you shaking.

kaiser is untouchable now, he had wealth, fame, everything he swore he wanted. but there was once a time he stole pastries with you from behind a bakery, and whispered that this, right here, was the dream.

reo got engaged to someone the world worships—beautiful, famous, and perfect. but there was once a time he felt most at peace eating instant noodles with you, barefoot on the kitchen floor, where nothing was expected of him except to just exist.

isagi became everything they said he would—the name on every headline, the future they built statues for. but there was once a time he sat on the edge of a rooftop with you, asking if you’d still love him if he never made it.

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[woneazy]

dreamed delusion. —nagi seishiro

based on this request.

notes. inspired by the song — 梦臆 by 邹沛沛. i had this in my drafts for so long since i wrote this when i just started writing (even before i created this blog) 😭 i wasn’t going to post it because it’s literally fubar but since i’m not working on anything nagi rn here you go 😅

synopsis. a relationship that feels more than friends, but not quite lovers.

cw. ambiguity, angst, emotional turmoil, yearning, self-denial.

wc. 0.6k words, not proofread.

you’ve been looking at nagi seishiro a little differently lately.

but he doesn’t know that.

you’re not sure when it started — maybe when you began to feel nervous around him, or when the anxiety kicked in when he wasn’t there. maybe it was when your friendship stopped feeling like ‘just friends’ and started shifting into something else.

something confusing, more ambiguous, and just a little more affectionate than usual — enough to blur the lines that separated being friends and lovers.

you could never tell what he was thinking — and lately, everything he does feels like a mixed signal.

he holds your hand in crowded places, only to let go the moment it’s safe. he tells you goodnight every night and good morning, every day. he gives you the kind of care that feels like love — but hidden under the guise and safety of being close friends.

they felt too intentional to be meaningless. too soft to be platonic. too vague to be real.

you tried to brush it off. really, you did. but it got harder.

especially when your late-night talks turned into something heavier — filled with pauses that stretched too long, laughter that felt too intimate, words that lingered hours after.

your thoughts began to spiral.

some nights, the ache of it all — the hope, the confusion, the wanting — became too much.

but the moment he got close, everything became calmer. he made it easier to breathe. safer to feel.

even if he was the very reason for your inner turmoil.

you realised what it was when your thoughts started turning into hopes and dreams — when your fantasies started overlapping with reality, and you were left wandering blindly in the space in between it all. you were already dreaming of a love that didn’t exist — but somehow, it felt like it did.

because the way he looked at you felt real. the way he lingered felt real. how could it be fake when everything felt so real?

probably because it also felt too good to be true.

and so, you were stuck in the in-between again.

if ambiguity is a blurry, wordless kind of affection, then being in love with nagi seishiro felt like a dreamed delusion. if this ache was comforting and painful all at once, then maybe your love was exactly that — a fantasy you’d projected onto him.

you tried to suppress the longing. you really did. but he kept showing you something that looked like love. and selfishly, you didn’t want him to stop. you hoped — quietly and foolishly — that maybe, one day, he might do something more.

sometimes you were sure it wasn’t just in your head — that it wasn’t just a hallucination. but you couldn’t ever be certain. because love was like unripe plums — bittersweet and tempting, but not quite ready.

“what’s wrong?” he asked one evening, tugging lightly at your hand. you stood beside him, feet sinking into warm sand, the golden light of the setting sun casting soft shadows across his face.

he wasn’t watching the sunset, he was watching you.

and in his eyes — there was something. a quiet knowing. maybe even sadness — like he understood what you were thinking, but wouldn’t say a word.

you almost confessed, instinctively.

but you didn’t, and maybe you never would.

you wondered if he felt the same way too, but you wouldn’t ask.

because sometimes, not knowing felt safer than losing him. sometimes, the illusion was just easier to live with than the truth. and even if this thing between you was fragile and fleeting, you’d take whatever this was, as long as he stayed. as long as you could protect that smile on his face. as long as you could keep what you had.

so you convinced yourself that all of this — all of your dreams, your hopes, and your fantasies — were just your dreamed delusions, even when you knew it was going to hurt.

because you were going to hold onto them anyway.

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[woneazy]

LOVE LOVE LOVE

do not fall for him. —nagi seishiro

ft. mikage reo.

synopsis. you weren’t supposed to fall for him, but here you are.

cw. college setting, group project chaos, soft pining, mild swearing, no angst.

note. reo might be ooc idk how to write him yet. also, this fic is based on this request.

reo’s pov:

your pov:

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[woneazy]

Blue Lock: Girl Dad Diaries

description.

a girl dad!blue lock au where your favourite strikers are dominating the field, but getting wrecked by their daughters at home.

characters.

isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

notes.

the fics in this collection aren’t in a specific order. no plot, no continuity, just fluff and fatherhood.

entries.

01. bedtime tantrums. 02. pretty please? 03. right into the stomach. 04. chaotic night flights.

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[woneazy]

hair ties. —blue lock

based on this request.

note. this is a universal struggle 😓 i always lose my hair ties and i find them in the weirdest spots after i buy new ones 😭

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. you always lose your hair ties, but they always have one ready in hand in case you need one.

cw. drabble, fluff.

wc. 0.6k words, not proofread.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you didn’t know isagi had a stash of hair ties until you were changing in his room. you’d spilled juice on yourself, so he told you to grab a shirt from his drawer. and while you were about to leave, you noticed an open pack of hair ties sitting on his desk.

so you walk out, now wearing his shirt and your hair tied back, holding the pack in your hand.

"yoichi, why do you have, like… an entire pack of hair ties?"

he blinks like a deer caught in headlights.

"oh. uh. i just— i noticed you kept losing them. so… i thought, you know. backup. just in case."

you stare. he scratches his neck.

“an entire pack?” you blink.

“well yeah, it wouldn’t hurt to have spares. you don’t have to worry about running out now,” he says, a small smile tugging at his lips. "also, they’re blue. ‘cause i thought they’d look good on you."

your heart flutters. you’ve never felt prouder to have a boyfriend like him — someone who notices the little things, even when you don’t.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

rin doesn’t say anything. he never does.

so you don’t even notice at first — the way there’s always a hair tie on your desk, another looped around your water bottle, some tucked into your bag or left in your jacket pockets.

you assume they’re yours. maybe you left them there. but then you catch him once — mid-act — dropping a fresh one into your bag pocket like it’s nothing.

“so that’s where they came from,” you say, realisation hitting you like a brick.

he clicks his tongue. “you always lose yours. then you complain. it’s annoying.”

but there’s a faint pink creeping up his cheeks, and you catch it.

you smile. “you’re so sweet, rin. thank you.”

he turns away immediately, but his ears? completely red.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“ugh, it’s so freaking hot.”

you fan your neck, irritated, your hair sticking to the back of it like glue.

sae doesn’t say anything. doesn’t even look up. he just pulls something from his wrist and hands it to you.

you take it. it’s a hair tie.

“…you’ve been carrying this?”

he shrugs. "you’re always losing yours."

you blink. “wait— for me?”

he doesn’t answer. just keeps scrolling on his phone, expression unreadable.

you tie your hair up anyway, smiling quietly to yourself.

the next time you complain about the heat, there’s already another one in his hand — like he’s been doing this forever. and every time you spot that band around his wrist, you find yourself grinning like an idiot.

he pretends not to notice. but you think he does.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi never says anything. and honestly, you’re not sure if he even notices when you lose things.

but somehow, every time you’re frustrated, digging through your bag for a tie or groaning about your hair sticking to your neck — one just appears.

“here,” he mumbles, handing it over lazily.

“where do you even get these?”

he shrugs. “dunno. they just show up. i keep ‘em.”

“…really?” you ask suspiciously.

“i mean,” he yawns, “you get annoyed when your hair’s down. it’s easier this way.”

then he drops his head on your shoulder, eyes already fluttering shut like the conversation’s over.

but later, when you’re fidgeting and reach into his hoodie pocket, you find them. a bunch of your missing hair ties, all bundled together neatly. he’d been collecting them quietly. keeping them.

just so you wouldn’t lose them again.

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[woneazy]

in motion. —itoshi rin

synopsis. a dancer, a footballer, and one campaign.

notes. finding pics took soooooo long holy 😭 (also yes, i’m aware the face claims i chose are thai and not japanese but i just really liked their photoshoot)

face claims: bright vachirawit (@/brightvc on instagram), achiraya nitibhon (@/allynitibhon on instagram).

cw. smau, brand campaign (fake ofc), mutual pining, lots of fan commentary, fem!reader.

adidasjp

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adidasjp Introducing our newest campaign: Pulse In Motion ✨ Where precision meets rhythm, and football meets dance. This campaign celebrates the launch of our newest silhouette — the Adidas Pulse — designed for motion, energy and expression. Because no matter what you do, movement is everything.

Featuring: @/itoshi_rin ⚽ & @/yourusername 🩰 — Two worlds, connected by one motion. #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything view comments.

ringaze saw this and immediately forgot how to breathe nameluvbot theyre gonna break the internet i just know it 😍 strikerrin who gave them the right to look this good together notyourshoelace ok but the face cards never decline ✋🏻 john1978 This collection looks pretty good. view replies.

mike87 The sambas look better. 👍🏻 ethan54 All the same. Uncomfortable and will leave you with blisters. rinsslave ethan54 ts why your fav soccer team keeps losing 0 - 10 against rins lol

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yourusername movement is everything 💫 extremely grateful to be part of something that celebrates expression through motion! thank you @/adidasjp 🖤🩰 #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas view comments.

pirouetteprincess omggg??!?!?! 🫣🫣🫣 namespointeshoe movement is everything and so are you 🫦 nameismine dont act like you didnt just carry the whole collab view replies.

rinsno1glazer dyk the meaning of collab 🙄 berins her and her stupid fans again 👎🏻👎🏻

nameworld this collection actually looks so good

itoshi_rin

itoshi_rin movement is everything. thankful to be part of Pulse In Motion by @/adidasjp 💪🏻 #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas view comments.

lockedonrin his looks could kill omfg 😋 bootedbyrin i passed out hes actually so hot summerin he looks like he hates being there lmaoo 😭 view replies.

saesfavgirl doesnt he always look like that 😭😭 rinworlds he never smiles 💔💔

rinsflowstate someone told him to pose and he looks ready to fight someone 💀

adidasjp

adidasjp Check out the behind the scenes of our Pulse In Motion campaign with @/itoshi_rin & @/yourusername as they talk about their favourite part of the photoshoot and playing our “Match the Motion” challenge 🏅 Who nailed the vibe?

Watch the full reel here! 📽️ #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything view comments.

user99 im ngl they look cute together 🫶🏻 rinsonly1 he looks so whipped for her 😔 view replies.

rinsgaze ong rinscleats he literally had eyes on her the entire time umyrin THEYRE THE CUTEST I CANTTTTT

namesrightearring my queen is so pretty 😍😍 rinsbabe literally never seen him smile like that before user47 my parents guys ☺️ spinningforrin bro be so fr he literally forgot to talk when he was looking at her 😭

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yourusername back for #roundtwo with @/adidasjp 🫶🏻 thanks you guys for your support! #adidaspulse #InMotion #MotionIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas #loveyouguys view comments.

namelover why do you guys not get along 😓😓 view replies.

yourusername he said dance doesn’t count as a sport itoshi_rin bc it doesn’t yourusername do a pirouette for me then itoshi_rin no. namelover itoshi_rin okay flirt in front of me ig 😔 rinandname itoshi_rin ok make us feel single ig 😔

watchname wdym u guys didnt get along?? babes you were laughing with your whole soul 😭😭 rinscleats they do be lying to us tho matchabunni ik yall see them flirting in the comments rn namesleftsock SO PRETTY WTHHH nameworld i love you marry me 💕🧎🏻‍♀️💍

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itoshi_rin still not gonna spin or whatever it’s called. thanks @/adidasjp for having me. #adidaspulse #InMotion #MotionIsEverything #sponsoredbyadidas view comments.

yourusername LAME. view replies.

itoshi_rin 🙄

rinlover i have nothing appropriate to say iloverin posted this after just winning a whole championship btw 💀 rinandname ur so not nonchalant rin 😭 likerinsm fine shytttttt 😍😍😍😍😍😍

adidasjp

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adidasjp We heard you all loud and clear! 🙌🏻 Their dynamic sparked conversations, and their chemistry was undeniable, so we brought them back! @/itoshi_rin & @/yourusername returned for another round of Pulse In Motion, this time for a shoot that celebrates the brighter side of movement. 👟

The latest drop from the Adidas Pulse collection is here: Bold, breathable, and built for motion wherever you go, and whatever you do. #adidaspulse #InMotion #MovementIsEverything #enemiestolovers view comments.

rinscleats OKAYYYY ATE DOWNNN ✋🏻✋🏻✋🏻 ilikerin hotter than the mf sun bro 🥵 nameworld theyd be an unstoppable couple itoshimyrin stop shipping them guys i cant like every comment 😔 footballrin please date 🙏🏻🥺 matchabunni can we just appreciate how good they look (together)

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yourusername too beautiful to leave 🗻 view comments.

nameworld my queen is so pretty i love you 😋🫶🏻 ilovename which one is the view because theyre both breathtaking 😮‍💨 namesrightearring #needthat namedance flying to japan rn 🧎🏻‍♀️ rinlover oh my god my eyes are blessed

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itoshi_rin 🍜 view comments.

namemylove so are we all thinking the same thing or am i tripping view replies.

namesshoelace nah i think we all agree ✋🏻 rinlover but its 2 days after her post might just be a coincidence 😔 namemylove rinlover sighh lets just be delusional

rinscleats are you in japan tell me rn 🧎🏻‍♀️ view replies.

itoshimyrin YOJFJFRFR footballrin lets not get our hopes up (im screaming rn) matchabunni i hope we are not reaching bc i really want this couple to be real 😓

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yourusername everything feels lighter here ✨🌃 #paris view comments.

namelover MAMA 😍 namesleftsock is rin with you again :D view replies.

footballrin I MEANN HE LIKED THE POST SOO itoshimyrin REAL namelover this has to be real

matchabunni GODDESS OMG rinscleats hes missing out 😔 ilovename MOVE RIN ME FIRST

itoshi_rin replied to your post:

itoshi_rin the view’s aight ig

yourusername you’re lame yk that 🙄

itoshi_rin want my honest opinion?

yourusername no

itoshi_rin shame

yourusername sybau i’m literally right next to you 👊🏻

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itoshi_rin always on the move 👟 view comments.

namelover are they BOTH IN PARIS????? namesleftsock am i tripping or it says france behind him 🧍🏼 rinsbabe this is so clearly a couple soft launch lmao matchabunni she posted the eiffel tower and THE NEXT DAY he posts in france 😭 rinscleats paris is the city of love that’s all i’m gonna say 😋 ilovename every post screams couple trip itoshimyrin y’all it’s happening yourusername mid. view replies.

itoshi_rin you wish yourusername 🙄 itoshi_rin don’t sulk now matchabunni itoshi_rin def dating 😭 namelover matchabunni yep

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yourusername quiet mornings always have my heart 😚 view comments.

nameworld don’t be shy, post your boyfriend namesleftsock lmao where’s rin 🫣 rinsslave watch him post later rinscleats are y’all dating yet namedance oh they in paris tgt fs 😭

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itoshi_rin not me? view comments.

namelover OUUUU “NOT ME” ??? OKAY ✋🏻✋🏻 namesrightearrings this isn’t even a soft launch anymore 😭 view replies.

namesleftsock i dont think they know what soft launch means 😭😭 namesrightearrings namesleftsock u right 😭

matchabunni i’m losing it ☺️ rinsslave they’re not even being subtle anymore 💀 itoshimyrin drop the hard launch now view replies.

nameandrinsbaby next post i’m calling it yourlocalrinfan bet

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yourusername fine here 😾 now leave us alone (jk i love you guys 🙉) view comments.

rinscleats AHHHHHHHHHHH ITS CONFIRMED 😭😭 onetworin OMFGOMFG nameslifeline omg now get married 🧎🏻‍♀️ rinandname no way no way its actually real omg 🥺 nameworld IM CRYING SOBBING WHENS THE MARRIAGE namerinreal okay worlds best couple hands down 😮‍💨 rinsonly1 been here since day 1 rinsgaze guys we did it 😓 ilovename words cant express how happy i am namesleftsock and she said that they didnt get along like okay bro ✋🏻🙄🙄 anw im so happy nameswife BEST ENEMIES TO LOVERS EVER‼️

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[woneazy]

isagi is such a healthy partner. like, he takes it so seriously. i know he might be a bit of a beige flag from an outsider's perspective bc a) he's very focused on soccer and b) he values his parents' opinions a lot but. man. once he falls in love with you, he is for you. ride or die, come hell or high water — he'd never have to choose between his career, family, or you because the answer's already been determined: it's you or nothing at all

yes, he has ambitions. yes, he is a filial son. and for the longest time that was all he ever was. as an adult, he's a career-oriented pro athlete that willingly takes care of and makes time for his parents, which leaves him very little time for as active of a social life as some of his other friends have. and he was fine with it. he was content with that sort of lifestyle because it meant minimal distractions and more energy for the things that mattered most to him. he didn't feel like he was "missing out" like his friends would sometimes tease him about. didn't really see the point in flings or getting with someone he barely knows just for fun. isagi knows where he stands in the world and what he wants to do. he has all that he needs right now, so he's happy. soccer and his family; what else could he possibly want?

apparently, the answer is you

so his priorities shift. a gradual thing that starts from your first 'hello' and settles deep in his bones one night when he wakes up in the dark and feels you (skin on skin, an innocent warmth that soothes his senses like nothing else) wrapped around him. and the thing about isagi is that he loves in wholes, not halves. he loves soccer absolutely. he loves his parents wholly. and most importantly, he loves you completely. so his priorities shift to adapt

he's an adult now, with a flourishing career and an independence that he's been fostering since the end of the neo-egoist league a few years back. he will always be his parents' son and he will always belong on the soccer pitch; those are two of the most unshakeable truths of his life

but now, he's also just your yoichi. your very loving and dedicated boyfriend

your yoichi who'd mentally prepared himself to stand his ground during your first meeting with his parents just in case (just in case of the most horrible scenario ever) they disapprove of you. your yoichi who got teased to tomato redness by his parents when they noticed just how tense he'd been the whole night, too stuck in his own head to notice just how you've been able to mesh well with them so seamlessly it felt like you'd always been meant to find your way to them

("loosen up, yoichi, your parents are lovely. you were more nervous than me!" you laughed in the car on the drive back to your apartment. dinner at his parents' house had been lovely — you were lovely and perfect and he would've been able to appreciate that more if he hadn't been catastrophizing while picking at the greens in his bowl. but, well, he wouldn't be an overthinker if he didn't overthink now, would he?

he keeps both hands on the wheel and privately thanks the dimness of the night for covering the flush in his cheeks. "'course i was nervous. i've never had to talk back to my parents before, so i had to be prepared"

"talk back," you rolled the words around your tongue, tasting the awkwardness in them and finding amusement instead. "yoichi, did you think your parents wouldn't like me?"

"no" and it's the way he says it; soft and sure but still so relieved. "i knew they'd love you. know it, actually. kinda hard not to, babe. i just, well — i wanted to make sure that if something went wrong, i'd be able to step up and pick you without hesitation. i'm their son, but i'm also your partner, y/n."

the a/c hums quietly while he tries to find the words to continue, eyes going a little glassy now that the force of his relief and emotional tension have some room to rest. he's never had to hide his emotions with you, but his pink cheeks get a little pinker when he clears his throat. "i — you know my family's important to me, but i want you to know that my priorities will always have you at number one. i'm on your side, any day, no matter what. i just, uh, had to mentally... prepare myself earlier. yeah. i've never fought with my parents before, so..."

he ends his ramble a little lamely and cringes a little inside. he's never been the most suave or charming, and to be honest he isn't entirely sure how he ended up getting you to be his girlfriend in the first place. he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth though. a win is a win and yoichi is nothing but a grateful winner

silence settles between the two of you long enough to make him start sweating just a little. his thumbs trace lines on the wheel while he waits for you to say something. anything would be nice at this point. in fact, if you don't say anything in the next three seconds, he'll—

"hey, yoichi?"

your voice is soft and light. yoichi doesn't need to look at you to know you're smiling. the sound of your joy is one of the most familiar things in his world

he sighs, already accepting what you're gonna say next with all the grace of a man who knows he just said something his partner is gonna tease him for the foreseeable future. "... yeah?"

"you're so stupid. i love you"

"i love you too"

"you're such a crybaby. crybaby yoichi~"

"babe—")