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𓂃 . 𐑞 Reo angst ︶ ⟢

⋆˚࿔ TWS: Ooc (??) , angst, ReoNagi, Reo giving up, Possessive reo?? Short fic 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Reo Mikage had always believed that he and Nagi Seishiro would conquer the world together ever since he had discovered Nagi’s talent he had dedicated himself to polishing it, supporting him, pushing him forward because Nagi was special because Nagi was his or so he thought but then everything shattered into a million pieces. Nagi had looked him in the eye and said "I want to get better Reo. Isagi makes me feel like I can grow in ways I never imagined" Reo had laughed at first thinking it was a joke but when he saw the determination in Nagi’s eyes for the first time the quiet resolve in his voice, the laughter died in his throat. "So.. you're abandoning me?" His voice had cracked, his hands clenched into fists. "It's not like that.." Nagi had replied. But to Reo it was like that

The person he had given everything to, the person he had wanted to stand beside on the world stage had chosen to leave him behind. The days after that were a blur. He played, he trained, he moved forward because that was the only thing left to do but his heart wasn't in it.

What was the point? If Nagi wasn't beside him, if his treasure had turned his back on him, what was he even chasing anymore? For the first time in his life Reo Mikage the boy who could have everything, felt utterly empty.

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ര ۪ ݁ ! Gagamaru fluff fanfic 𝅄 ౨ৎ ㅤ۪

⋆˚࿔ TWS: Ooc (??) , fluff!! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Gagamaru Gin was known for two things : his incredible reflexes as a goalkeeper and his insatiable love for food, especially raw meat. (From Wikipedia please correct me if I'm wrong) His teammates at Bluelock had long accepted that if there was ever a meal involved Gagamaru would probably be the first in line, his wild hair bobbing as he stuffed his face with anything edible in sight. One evening after a exhausting training session, Isagi, Bachira and Chigiri slumped onto the common room couch, groaning in hunger. "Man I could eat a whole cow right now" Isagi muttered "Too bad Gagamaru would probably beat you to it" Bachira teased, nudging Isagi with his elbow. As if summoned by their words, Gagamaru appeared in the doorway, his sharp eyes gleaming with determination. "I heard ‘eat a whole cow.’ I approve"

Chigiri sighed, flipping his hair dramatically. "Unfortunately we don't have that luxury. We’re stuck with the usual cafeteria food" but Gagamaru shook his head. "Not today." Before anyone could ask what he meant, he had disappeared into the kitchen leaving them bewildered. Half an hour later, the delicious scent of grilled meat, rich broth and warm rice wafted through the common area. The trio followed their noses to the kitchen and their jaws dropping at the sight before them. The table was packed with steaming dishes like homemade ramen, onigiri, karaage and even a massive plate of takoyaki.

Gagamaru stood proudly behind the spread his apron slightly askew, a pleased glint in his eyes. "Eat before the food gets cold" "Wait, you made all this?" Isagi asked in awe. Gagamaru nodded. "Food gives energy. Energy makes strong players. Strong players will win." His logic was simple yet somehow touching. Bachira clapped a hand on Gagamaru’s back, grinning. "Dude, you're like a giant wild guardian angel." Chigiri picked up an onigiri, biting into it with a content sigh. "This is…surprisingly really good" Gagamaru sat down and started eating as well, a satisfied expression on his usually stoic face. He didn’t say it outright but he liked taking care of his team in his own way. Sure he was a bit of a loner but at the end of the day, these guys were his teammates, his friends. As they ate together, laughing and arguing over who got the last piece of karaage, Gagamaru felt something warm settle in his chest. Food always tasted better when shared and maybe, just maybe, Bluelock wasn’t just about soccer or who became the best stricker. It was about the friends they made on the way too.

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◠◠　　Ivan(till??) angst !!　₊　e

⋆˚࿔ TWS: Ooc (??) , Angst, ivantill 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Ivan had always been called "nonchalant" by those who watched him from afar. He had been labeled as indifferent, detached, cold. They saw the way he moved without hesitation and without unnecessary words or visible fear but they didn’t know him an they probably never will. No one ever knew how his heart clenched in terror every time the stage lights flared to life. No one knew how his hands shook when the cameras weren’t on him. No one knew how every night when he lay alone in his small room, his mind was filled with the horrifying thought of death. He did care. He did feel. He felt everything but Ivan had never known how to show it and now as the gunshots echoed through the stage as searing pain tore through his chest, he finally understood what it meant to express himself. No, not through words or grand gestures but through sacrifice.

The moment the gun fired, Ivan barely had time to react before white hot agony ripped through him. His body jerked backward as the first bullet hit. The second came almost immediately after, tearing through his side. The third which was the one that sealed his fate, struck his chest with such force that his breath left him entirely. Everything blurred. The neon glow of the stage lights turned into smears of color, the sounds of the audience faded into white noise. He staggered. His knees threatened to buckle but he fought to stay upright, his mind refusing to accept what had just happened. That's when he looked down. There was blood pooling at his lips trickling down his chin, staining his trembling hands. His breath hitched. It was over. It was the end. In that split second, Ivan felt his world collapse in on itself. He had always been afraid of this. He had spent his whole life running from the inevitable from the cruel fate that loomed over everyone who entered this cursed competition. He never wanted to die but then through the haze of pain, his gaze lifted and he saw Till.

Till who was standing in front of him, eyes wide with horror, face painted with disbelief and despair. Till who was still alive. His breath came in shallow gasps as he stared at the one person who had made all of this worth it. A weak, broken smile tugged at Ivan’s lips so this was why. This was why he was dying. This was why it was okay. The realization hit him like a tidal wave (Genshin reference if ykyk) he was not dying because he was weak. He was not dying because he had lost. He was dying because he had chosen to for Till. For love. His entire life Ivan had been afraid but now in his final moments he found himself unafraid. Because for the first time ever he knew what it meant to mean something. His body wavered and his strength giving out but as his vision blurred as his knees finally gave in and he collapsed forward, his last sight was Till reaching for him for the last time. His last thought was that he had done something right. His last feeling..was love.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ . ⌗ ༅ Rin and Sae(??) angst ! ୨୧

⋆˚࿔ TWS: Ooc (??) , Rin (and a bit of sae?) angst,I don't remember what exactly sae said to rin so please bare with me 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The day Sae returned from Spain, Rin felt something inside him snap. He had spent years waiting for this moment, years of chasing, fighting and bleeding for a dream that wasn’t just his own but theirs. He was no longer the weak little brother trailing behind, he had fought and clawed his way through hell to reach a place where he could stand beside Sae and to prove that he was worthy. That he belonged on the same field as him once again. But the person who stepped on the field on that snowy winter night, the person who looked at him with eyes as cold as steel, wasn’t the same Sae who had left. And Rin realized he didn’t even recognize him and worse of all, Sae didn’t even seem to see him. They stood on the field together for the first time in years. The weight of it should have meant something, it should have felt right. But Rin could already feel it slipping through his fingers. He played like his life depended on it, chasing after his big brother to try and stop him from getting a goal that would forever crush his- no, their dreams. Rin had sacrificed everything to be here. Yet when the game ended, Sae wasn't even sweating

He sighed, brushing nonexistent dust off his sleeve. "That’s it?" Rin’s breath was heavy and his heart aaa hammering against his ribs. "What do you mean, that’s it?" "You’re still playing like this?" Sae’s voice was light and indifferent. Like he was commenting on the weather. "You haven’t changed at all." The words landed like a slap across his cheek. Rin grit his teeth, his hands curling into fists. "What? What are you saying?!" "I expected you to be better." Sae’s eyes pierced through him, sharp and cold. "Stronger." "I am stronger!" Rin snapped. The anger boiled inside him, because how dare Sae look at him like that? How dare he act like Rin was still the same weak little kid who had been left behind? He had built himself into a weapon just for this reason. For him. Sae let out a small laugh. It wasn’t amusement. It was empty. "You're still lukewarm Rin. Just another NPC on the field." Rin’s whole world seemed to tilt. His lungs tightened and his vision tunneled. An NPC Was that all he was to Sae now? Just another faceless and forgettable opponent? No. That wasn’t..no, he wasn’t just another useless and weak opponent, he was sae itoshi's little brother. "You’re not worth my time," Sae continued, he was already turning away. "I don’t need you anymore." The words cut deeper than any blade. It felt like He was stabbed straight in the heart. He didn't need him. Not as a rival. Not as a brother. Not at all. Rin couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He could only stand there and watch as the person he had spent his whole life chasing walked away without looking back and for the first time, he wondered if he had been running toward nothing all along.

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ㄑ ꔠ ⋮ Isagi Yoichi birthday special ୭ ! ✦

⋆˚࿔ TWS: Ooc (??) , isagi x reader, corny(??), not much just fluff!! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The sun was barely beginning to set which casted a golden glow over the small apartment you shared with Isagi Yoichi. Today was special, not just because it was any ordinary day but because it was his birthday!! You had spent the entire afternoon preparing a surprise for him, carefully decorating the place with blue and white balloons, streamers, and his favorite a small soccer themed cake sitting proudly on the table that you had taken the time and effort to bake yourself. You knew how much soccer meant to Isagi. It was his dream, his life but today you wanted him to feel just as cherished and important outside the field as he was on it.

The sound of keys jingling at the door made your heart race with excitement. You barely had time to hide before the door creaked open and Isagi stepped inside, looking exhausted but content from a long day of practice. "Welcome home, birthday boy!!" you cheered jumping out from your hiding spot. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the decorations. “Wha..?You did all this for me?” “Of course!! You think I’d forget the birthday of my favorite striker??” You beamed at him stepping closer.

Isagi rubbed the back of his neck, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “You didn’t have to do all this” You playfully nudged him, saying “I wanted to. Now sit!! I made your favorite dinner” He complied, sitting down at the table with an eager but touched expression. As he took his first bite he let out an exaggerated pleased sigh. “This is amazing..” You grinned watching him enjoy the meal you prepared with so much love. The warmth in your chest grew as he looked up at you. His deep blue eyes shining with something more than just gratitude.

After dinner you brought out the cake placing a single candle on top. “Make a wish!!” Isagi chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment before blowing out the candle. When he opened them again his gaze softened. “You know..I think I already got what I wished for” You tilted your head to the side in confusion. “hmm and what’s that??” He reached across the table, gently intertwining your hand in his. “You<3” Your face heated up instantly. “That’s so cheesy 'ichi” He laughed squeezing your hand. “It’s true tho..” The two of you ended up on the couch afterward curled up together under a blanket. His arm was around you, his head resting lightly against yours. “Thank you” he murmured softly his voice filled with genuine affection. “For what??” “For making today feel special. For making me feel special.” You smiled pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You deserve it 'ichi. Every bit of it.”

As the night stretched on, you stayed there basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. Isagi Yoichi, the boy who always chased after his dreams, had finally taken a much needed moment to rest, feeling completely and utterly at home in your arms and for tonight, that was more than enough.

Happy birthday Isagi Yoichi!!

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♱⌣⌣ Wilting petals ︴Nagireo angst .𖥔˖

⋆˚࿔ TWS: Ooc (??) , angst, nagireo, hanahaki disease, unrequited love, hospital 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Nagi Seishiro never cared much to put in effort, he never saw the point. Things came easily to him, football, video games, school, everything except Reo Mikage. From the moment he met Reo, something shifted in him. At first it was just admiration, maybe an infatuation at most. Reo had this relentless passion a fire in his heart which burned so passionately that Nagi found fascinating. It was different from anything he had ever known. Reo believed in him so earnestly that before Nagi even understood why he started wanting to be someone worth believing in, worth putting in effort for that's when at some point, it stopped being admiration or a silly infatuation. It started hurting physically and mentally. A dull ache in his chest whenever Reo turned to someone else when he praised another player even when he stopped looking at Nagi the way he used to. When they were separated Nagi felt it, this strange, suffocating loneliness but he swallowed it down and buried it under lazy smiles and half-hearted excuses. He didn't understand it at least not fully. Not until one day when he started coughing into his hand and saw the first purple petal. It was small, fragile, almost beautifully elegant. For a moment, Nagi just stared, uncomprehending. Then another cough wracked his body and slowly more petals slipped past his lips that's when realization struck like a thunderclap.

Hanahaki disease. He had read about it before. A sickness born from unrequited love. A cruel twisted joke of fate. He thought it would pass. He thought he could ignore it, the feeling like he was being suffocated, being drowned. He thought Reo would always be his but things changed. Reo changed.

Nagi watched, silent, as Reo’s world expanded beyond him. New teammates, new dreams, a new purpose that no longer revolved around dragging Nagi forward. At some point, Reo had stopped chasing him and Nagi, for all his talent, had no idea how to chase back. The petals kept coming. He learned to hide them, stuffing them into his pockets, flushing them down the drain, swallowing them back even when they made his throat burn. He kept playing and kept pretending, kept smiling like nothing was wrong. Until one day, his body betrayed him.

It happened after a match. The adrenaline was still buzzing in his veins, his chest rising and falling heavily, when the coughing fit took over. This time, it wasn’t just petals. This time, there was blood. He barely made it to the locker room before collapsing to his knees his hands trembling as he watched purple petals stained red spill from his mouth.

He was dying and Reo had no idea. Reo didn’t find out until it was too late. By the time he put the pieces together, Nagi was already slipping away. The moment he saw him in that hospital bed, pale, fragile, barely breathing, something inside him shattered. “Nagi,” he choked out, rushing to his side. “Why…why didn’t you tell me!?” Nagi’s lips curled into that same lazy smile but there was something wrong with it. It was weak. “Didn’t wanna bother you..” he murmured, voice hoarse. “You were…busy.” Reo’s hands clenched into fists. “You idiot. You absolute fucking idiot.” His voice cracked. “It was me wasn’t it? You” He couldn’t even say it. The words refused to leave his throat like it was stuck. Nagi just sighed. “S’fine Reo. Really.” His eyelids fluttered shut. “Not your fault.” But it was. It was. Reo had been blind. He had spent so long trying to reach his own dreams that he hadn’t noticed the person he had always wanted, his one and only treasure he could call his was right there quietly withering away for him. He wanted to scream. He wanted to turn back time. He wanted.. “Nagi, don’t you dare close your eyes,” Reo pleaded, grabbing his hand. “Stay awake. Stay with me. Nagi’s fingers twitched weakly against his. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something but instead all that came out was a single, bloodstained petal. And then, dead silence. The only sound was the heart monitor making a straight line sound (IDK WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE) Reo stayed by his side for hours, long after the doctors stopped trying to save him. Long after the last petal fell

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꒰୨୧◞ 。Itoshi brother humorous fic⠀.ᐟ

⋆˚࿔ TWS: Ooc (??) ,humor, duck underwear, sae calling Rin a lukewarm / saying he will di$own him 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(Based on this pic)

The match between the Itoshi brothers had been hyped up for weeks. Rin Itoshi who was fueled by his rivalry, was ready to show the world that he was superior to his older brother, Sae Itoshi. Meanwhile, Sae, the cool and composed prodigy was determined to put his little brother in his place. The Japan National Stadium was packed with fans screaming in excitement as the siblings faced off under the bright lights. Tension was high as Rin charged toward Sae, determined to steal the ball from him. Sae with his usual elegance had tried to dribble past his younger brother but Rin was relentless. He lunged forward reaching out instinctively, except instead of grabbing the ball, his fingers accidentally clutched the fabric of Sae’s pants. For a split second time seemed to slow down. Rin's eyes widened in horror as he realized his mistake. He tried to let go but his fingers had already locked onto the waistband. Sae who was completely unaware had taken another step forward and with a loud "RIIIIIPPP!!" his pants were yanked clean off from his waist. The stadium fell silent, the ball rolled away and completely forgotten. All eyes were now locked on Sae Itoshi who was standing in the middle of the field in nothing but his black boxers which was decorated with adorable yellow ducks.

A whistle blew, someone in the audience screamed. A camera zoomed in for a close up shot that would haunt Sae forever. Rin, still holding the shredded remains of his brother’s pants, blinked slowly. "Uh... oops?" Sae whose face was blank, stared down at his exposed duck themed underwear. A single vein popping up on his forehead. The Blue Lock players both on the bench and field exploded into chaos. Bachira was rolling on the ground, crying with laughter. Isagi had buried his face in his hands torn between feeling second-hand embarrassment or disbelief. Barou, ever the egotist, smirked and muttered, "Serves that donkey right." The referee who had never had to deal with this kind of situation in his career hesitated before blowing his whistle again. "Uh…wardrobe malfunction..?? Match pause!"

Rin, sensing immediate danger, took a cautious step back. "Look, Sae, it was an accident..! I swear I didn't mea-" Before he could finish Sae lunged at him with the fury of an older brother whose dignity had just been shattered on national television. Rin barely dodged as Sae swung a fist at him, still clad in his duck boxers. Security had to intervene before the Itoshi Family feud escalated into a full blown fistfight between the two brothers. Sae was eventually handed an emergency pair of pants but the damage was done. The internet was already flooded with memes, hashtags like #DuckyToshi, #PantslessProdigy and #ItoshiRivalryGoneWrong trending worldwide. After the match when asked about the incident, Rin sighed and said, "I wanted to embarrass him by winning. Not by…you know..that" Sae, who was now legally obligated to wear compression shorts under his pants forever, only had one thing to say: "I’m disowning that lukewarm."

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𓏵 ⋮ Kunigami Rensuke Angst₊ ⊹

⋆˚࿔ TWS: Ooc (??) , Angst, Wild card / Manga spoilers 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Kunigami Rensuke used to believe in fairness, he used to believe that hard work would get him (or everyone) where he needed to be that is if he just tried to push himself beyond his limits then he could stand among the best of the best. He wasn't naive enough to believe and think the world was full of kindness but he also had a code, one he never thought he would break ever in his whole life. But morals get shattered, they always do one way or another. That's when Blue Lock took everything from him. His morals, his personality, the people he thought was his friends.

The Wild Card was supposed to be his second chance at his passion, at soccer, at bluelock. A way to be a sticker again, a way to claw his way back into the competition but what they didn’t tell him was what it would cost him everything. Everything that made kunigami him. He remembers stepping into that cold empty facility, thinking he could win his way back just like before and be together with his friends again, chigiri, isagi and all the others. That he could fight for his dream with the same righteous fire burning in his chest like he did beside them. But the Wild Card wasn’t like the first selection. It wasn’t about proving you were the best, it was about tearing yourself apart part by part and seeing if you could still withstand it, to see if you're strong enough to lose everything and still be able to build yourself back together again. It was brutal. No teammates, no camaraderie. It was just an endless cycle of challenges designed to strip away anything unnecessary. His playstyle? Insufficient. His ideals? Useless. His emotions? Pathetic. Every time he hesitated he had lost. Every single time he thought about playing for the team instead of for himself he was punished over and over again. At first he tried to resist. Clinging to the person he used to be, to be 'Kunigami Rensuke' once again with his friends. But the Wild Card didn’t care about who Kunigami Rensuke 'is' or was. It only cared about who he could become and how he could improve and so, piece by piece, they shattered him like an wine glass thrown onto the ground.

Gone was the boy who smiled with his friends who fought with unwavering resolve but never crossed the line between the line of kindness and passion. (That sounds weird bare with me 🙏🙏) In his place was someone colder, someone who didn’t hesitate, someone he didn't know, someone he never wanted to be. The moment he started embracing it, the brutality, the ego, the hunger of soccer was the moment he started winning but when he emerged from the Wild Card stepping back into the facility of bluelock once again, he saw it in their eyes. The way Isagi stared at him like he was looking at a stranger. The way Chigiri grinned but didn’t call out to him like before. The way his old teammates flinched at him as if they could sense the violence simmering beneath his skin. Tho, It didn’t matter. He didn’t need their approval, he didn’t need their understanding. This Wild Card had taught him a simple truth, fairness doesn’t exist. The strong devour the weak and if he had to become a monster to survive in this world, then so be it because Kunigami Rensuke wasn’t here to be their friend, he was here to win for himself, for his goals.

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𓏵 ⋮ Kunigami Rensuke Angst₊ ⊹

꒰୨୧◞ 。Itoshi brother humorous fic⠀.ᐟ

♱⌣⌣ Wilting petals ︴Nagireo angst .𖥔˖

ㄑ ꔠ ⋮ Isagi Yoichi birthday special ୭ ! ✦

⊹ ࣪ ˖ . ⌗ ༅ Rin and Sae(??) angst ! ୨୧

ര ۪ ݁ ! Gagamaru fluff fanfic 𝅄 ౨ৎ ㅤ۪

𓂃 . 𐑞 Reo angst ︶ ⟢

♱⌣⌣ Alien Stage fanfics .𖥔˖

◠◠　　Ivan(till??) angst !!　₊　e

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