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'I hope Chigiri or Yukimiya end up injured so that Nagi comes back-'

I WILL EAT YOUR FIRSTBORN! Leave them alone! They worked hard for their positions on the team! STFU

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Doctor: After twelve hours it finally succeeded. Congratulations Mrs. and Mr. Karas, you have a healthy son.*

the doctor gives y/n child*

*Y/n looks at the child*

Y/N: twelve hours of delivery and nine months in my womb ....

*Y/n raises the child and looks with irritation*

Y/N:AND HE LOOKS LIKE HIS STUPID FATHER?! 💢

*Karasu looks with stars in his eyes at his wife and child*

Karasu:✨👄✨

English is my second language. This Shot was inspired by fan arts on twitter

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Greediest man in the Stone World.

summary: you've just being awaken by your old friend and classmate, Senku, in a whole new human era. But, who's this young guy claiming you as his? a/n: waahh, i sincerly apologise if i disappeared...again. i literally forgot my tumblr writing page, and life took a.. strange turn of events(?) kinda. i hope this first ryusui one shot will make you guys forgive me!!

Dark.

And then... a golden beam of light passed through my eyes, blinding me. My muscles began to melt. I felt them sore, as if I had slept in an uncomfortable position all night. Or maybe, for three thousand and fifty years. This was what was brought back to me when I woke up from that sleep I thought was eternal. The first thing my eyes noticed when they hatched was a blinding sun. There was so much green. So much vegetation was not seen even in the well-preserved jungles. Then, a group of boys with familiar and unfamiliar faces. My eyes met his.

"Senku..?"

I uttered that name in a subtle tone of voice, and the boy did nothing but address to me that mischievous grin of his own.

"Yoh, Y/N...we need your help".

[ Time skip...(*ゝω・)ﾉ ]

"So... you need my dexterity in putting these little pieces together so you can build, um... Repeat it, thank you".

"An oxygen tank" Senku rest, without even thinking of getting that smirk off his face.

His attitude hadn’t disappeared after 3,700 years. Not even when he claimed in front of a professor that their speeches were meaningless.

Here we go again...

Between a sigh and the other I immediately set to work, while in the distance I heard Senku arguing with what seemed to be his colleague.

Just in the middle of my work I felt someone touching my shoulder gently. A delicate touch, like that of a…

"Child?"

The girl in question wore a watermelon helmet on her head, with lenses inserted in the two holes that created a space for the eyes. She made a sound of wonder, her hands to her mouth.

"So, you are new here!"

With a confused look I lowered myself to her level, able to have a face-to-face conversation with the little creature. " I suppose so..? And you are...?" That little girl who didn’t immediately show her intentions and courage was pretty to say the least.

"Suika wanted to welcome you to the Science Team!" she said clearly, now showing me her hand to shake her. I took her, and with a kind smile, I accepted her request. "How kind of you! Since I am now a new addition to your team, can I have the honor to meet my future colleagues and companions?"

Little Suika nodded happily, running in the opposite direction where I was working. Heck. Maybe it was me who was no longer a child like her, but Suika seemed really fast in the race, not giving me a chance to keep up. I didn’t know where she was taking me; we passed through several huts, erected on wooden structures, running as if someone was after us.

The only one chasing her was me. Looking back to see if we’d actually drifted apart, my foot tripped on a double-sized rock. The collision with the stone made me lose my balance; I was ready to crash on the dirty ground and have some bruises all over my face for a few days. Only that never happened. In the instant that I was about to feel my face against the damp soil, two arms wrapped my waists not too strong, but with determination, preventing me from slipping a second time. I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes.

"It’s not even the first day you’re back here on Earth, and you were destined to get hurt. Pff, not very convenient for our team, huh?"

A moment later my eyes sprang to meet his, and those eyes reminded me of an autumn now close to winter. " Well, lady killer, now you might as well put me down. I’m not meant to be your princess." I said authoritatively. His powerful arms let go of my body, and with a little thump my butt bounced off the ground.

What an idiot!

Not only was he now laughing at me with a fat laugh, as if I had just said the funniest joke on Earth, but he didn’t even deign to preseed himself! The blond slightly lowered his head, as I was still on the ground, and with an energetic voice he replied:

"Not yet", later going in the opposite direction, with firm step. Oh, what kind of weird I had in front…

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"Become mine! With all my Drago you would become the luckiest woman in the world!"

Somebody kill me...

It had been two months since I had made my unexpected (better to say, unlucky) acquaintance with blondie, who had the name of Ryusui Nanami. With his egocentrism and sheer avarice, he had proved to be one of the most promising members of the Kingdom of Science so far, with great skills for navigation. Apparently he came from one of the wealthiest families in Japan, and he certainly had not lost the habit of being indulged in everything, even after 3,500 years. And since our first meeting, he hasn’t stopped trying once. On every occasion he would give me his flirtations comments (sometimes shabby), he would become handsy, or he would try to buy me with his stupid Drago.

I was not one of those women who was so easily deceived, especially if a situation was about money. He thought I would give in so easily. I was so determined to prove to him the opposite, during these months, that this would give him up. With a gesture of the hand, I pushed him away. " I’m sorry, Ryusui. As I’ve explained many times before, I’m not interested." I took a dramatic break. ".. to you."

He whined loudly like a little baby, fogetting his money behind to get close to me. "You’re making a mistake!"

"I have made many mistakes in my life," I answered sharply.

"Then add another to your long list." I nailed him down with my sharp look, sketching a tight smile. Nothing to do. That man would never wave the white flag in the sky. However, it was becoming a nuisance, and having it close to me like a fin was starting to run out. For the worse.

I had only one idea that could have saved me in that instant, from a near future in which he was no longer clinging to me like an octopus: make him believe he had a chance with me. A bold idea; nevertheless, it had to be tried. Either it will make it or break it.

"Maybe, in the future, you might have a chance…" I implied in a vague tone, already heading somewhere, any, to get him off my back. I could swear to see his eyes shining remarkably with hope, and a new fire, fueled by determination.

He snapped his fingers, his iconic gesture that everyone, by now, had learned to recognize, and if he did, it was because he decided to do something. There were no roads back.

"HA-HA!" His laughter seemed to flow throughout the Ishigami village. Even Senku and Chrome turned to us, with confused scowls, to see what was so funny at the time. But Ryusui found nothing amusing in this situation, except a challenge to complete.

"So be it! I’ll show you how much I’m willing to change your mind. Anything to get the chance to become yours!"

Though I did not turn to look at him, once again, his muscular arms clasped my waists, turning my body to meet his. Face to face. "You, damned Nanami, what do you want now?!" That gesture had taken me by surprise, because he was not used to come so near me, but with his cheeky smile, he kissed me on both the cheeks. A quick gesture that made me blush remarkably in my face, almost to feel it burn under the palms of my hands.

"What the f...?!"

"You don’t know it, but you’re already mine!"

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the worm inquiry

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No way he pulled that but with Sendou Shuto and a serious (bonus if goth or something like that) S/O who is soft only for him????

Another day another nwhpt request✊️ but sendou lowk doesn't get enough writer's attention so i might just grace yall with a fic

No Way He Pulled That Pt.15

The Neo Egoist League crew had seen some things. Ego's unhinged psychology rants. Barou screaming at vending machines. Kaiser and Isagi glaring so intensely it shorted a stadium's lights once. They thought they'd seen it all.

Until they saw her.

At first the boys didn’t believe him. Not for a second.

Not when Sendou kept showing up to practice with scratch marks on his neck like he barely made it out of a black lace death match. Not when he changed his phone wallpaper to some blurry photo of what looked like a cursed Victorian painting. And especially not when he said, proudly and without blinking:

"My girlfriend’s the hottest girl alive. She’s so cool she scares people. But she lets me hold her pinky"

They laughed for hours.

"Bro, you downloaded her off Pinterest or sum?"

"You don’t even like goth girls"

"She’s either fake or you’re her emotional support himbo"

"Yall dont get it! She's so cool, man. Like, she reads Sylvia Plath and threatens me with eyeliner pens"

"Bro" Reo blinked, "are you okay?"

"She has a playlist called songs to hex men to"

"...What"

"No, like, seriously. She's so smart. And she wears these boots that make her like six feet tall. One time she told a guy off for littering and I almost proposed on the spot"

Everyone assumed it was an elaborate coping mechanism. Like, he had to be making her up. There's no way Sendou Shuto of all people managed to bag a mysterious, goth, goddess-level woman who quotes poetry and wears spike chokers.

Right?

Right??

So when Ego gave them a surprise beach day—yes, the devil himself granted mercy—they dragged Sendou along, still clowning him for the imaginary mistress of darkness he swore up and down was real.

Everyone was chilling - Barou doing crunches for no reason, Rin brooding under an umbrella, Bachira building a sand monster, and Isagi angrily trying to explain sunscreen ingredients to Kaiser, who very much did not care.

The other boys had just begun setting up the net when Reo looked up from his phone, eyes narrowing.

"Who the hell is that?"

Heads turned.

The music from someone's speaker cut out for a second, like the universe was holding its breath.

Across the beach, emerging like a mirage from a nightmare, was a woman. A vision.

Black mesh cover-up. Chunky boots. Lacy swimsuit peeking through. The kind of girl who looked like she either cursed your bloodline or read Baudelaire for fun. Maybe both.

She wasn’t just walking. She was gliding across the sand like she was paid for it. Cool expression, unreadable gaze behind black sunglasses. Jet-black nails, noise-canceling headphones, and the look of someone who wouldn’t even flinch if the ocean caught fire.

The volleyball court froze when the ball bounced near her.

And then. She bent to pick it up.

The sun hit just right.

Kaiser choked on his drink.

Isagi whispered something that sounded like a prayer.

Bachira actually dropped to his knees.

"You have got to be kidding me" Rin said, blinking furiously like that would fix the hallucination. (see what i did there? LMAOO)

And Nagi, barely lifting his head, muttered, "She looks like my sleep paralysis demon. I’d let her step on me"

Then—

"BABEEEE!!"

Their heads snapped to the source.

Sendou Shuto, golden retriever incarnate, was sprinting across the sand like a man on a mission. The woman smiled—smiled—and opened her arms.

And he dove into them like it was home base.

No one breathed. No one moved.

"You came!" he beamed, looking like a kid on Christmas.

"I said I would, didn’t I?" she said, voice soft and silken, brushing sand off his messy hair.

He preened. She kissed his cheek.

And everyone watched -slack-jawed, collectively going through the five stages of grief - as this gorgeous, gothic siren of a woman melted the moment she saw him.

"Is that her??" Reo whispered, scandalized. "Wait-no way. No. No. NO"

You smiled. It was slow. Dangerous. Sexy. The kind of smile that made people rethink their religion

The group’s collective soul left their bodies.

Otoya turned slowly. "...No way he pulled that"

"Okay but she’s like, scary hot" Reo hissed.

"And nice to him?" Nagi blinked. "Unfair"

"She hasn’t even looked at us" Aiku muttered bitterly.

"She doesn’t need to" Bachira whispered. "I feel like if she looked through me i would feel judged"

Barou clicked his tongue, jaw tense. "Tch. I ain’t impressed"

He absolutely was.

Kaiser was still muttering in German. Possibly casting spells.

"Oh, darling," you whispered, hands cupping his cheeks. "Did you drink enough water today? You better've stretched. I'll kill you if you cramp"

You kissed his neck. His NECK.

Sendou giggled.

GIGGLED.

Bachira dropped his popsicle. Rin audibly gagged. Shidou choked on his LaCroix. Isagi looked like his ego was dying.

And Reo just-sat down.

"This...this is wrong. Reality is broken. How did he get her?"

"She's...like a sexy vampire," Chigiri muttered, stunned. "And he's...Sendou"

Meanwhile, you were now lovingly applying sunscreen to your boyfriend's nose while scolding him for forgetting to reapply. He was beaming.

"I brought you your book" you added, "You left it at my place"

"You're the best" Sendou grinned.

You blinked slowly. Then kissed him again.

Every single boy in a 10-meter radius screamed internally.

Even Barou dropped his protein bar.

You could also hear Bachira screaming "is he bothering you queen?" In the backround.

Then—

"Who are your little friends?" she asked, finally glancing their way. One eyebrow raised.

"They’re my buddies!" Sendou grinned. "Say hi, guys!"

They didn’t. No one did. They just stared.

She tilted her head. "...Rude"

Shidou immediately bowed.

Isagi stammered a hello.

Bachira saluted.

Even Barou grunted something that could pass as a greeting.

Later, after she joined their volleyball game and smacked a spike so hard it nearly decapitated Reo, they huddled around Sendou like he was holding government secrets.

"How?"

"My brother in Christ how did you get her??"

"Do you have dirt on her or something?"

"Did she lose a bet?"

Sendou just sipped his juice box and smiled. "She threatened to stab me at a poetry night" Sendou said proudly.

"...What?"

"I asked if her outfit was cosplay. She threatened me. Now we're in love"

Reo, lying face-down in the sand "You don't deserve her"

Kaiser, ready to dunk himself in the ocean to feel something "I refuse to accept this timeline"

"BUT WHY—"

She walked by again, shooting them all a look so sharp it could cut glass.

The boys immediately turned into full-on panic mode - eyes darting like they'd just seen a ghost. In a desperate attempt to look innocent and not end up as collateral damage, they crouched down, nervously fixing Sendou’s hair and kissing his temple.

Sendou just grinned sheepishly.

Honestly, can you blame them? She looked like she was ready to burn the whole world down if anyone dared lay a finger on him.

The boys tho?

They reevaluated everything they knew about love, reality, and logic that day.

No way he pulled that.

But oh well, he did.

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This is how it feels to talk about a character that's not Toren 💔(I'm a Itsuki yume lmao)

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Dad!Kazuma Niou Hc’s

bro is SO fine and NOBODY gives him the attention he deserves (he lowkey irrelevant but he fine asf so it’s okay) there needs to be more works of him cuz i am STARVED!!

Dad!Kazuma, soccer mom? No. Soccer dad! If his children end up picking up soccer/football as a hobby or even a career, he WILL be driving the kids to and from practice. He gives SUV vibes.

Dad!Kazuma who tries to give flirting advice if he has a son. I can see him being a little gross with it though, teasing his son about how "girls work." Would be kinda funny if the son ended up being gya.

Dad!Kazuma who if his child came out, he wouldn't get it at first. He would pass it off as a phase at first, but after a year or so it hits him, the gay thing is serious. He is accepting but there's a bit of work needed to lead up to it.

Dad!Kazuma who would let his kids use him as a canvas or sorts. A daughter who wants to play dress up? Hes down.

Dad!Kazuma who lets his kids watch movies for older audiences behind your back, they think theyre so cool for it, bragging about it to their friends at school. This results in a call from the teacher, Niou is scared of your anger.

Dad!Kazuma who sneaks an extra cookie/treat to his kids before bed without you knowing, though you get suspicious of them by hearing their giggling from down the hall.

Dad!Kazuma who would wear one of the torso baby holders whenever going on a public outing with you and the baby.

Dad!Kazuma who would be down for going to the gym with his teenage children, showing them different workouts and encouraging a healthy and strong body.

Dad!Kazuma who is definitely the protective type of dad who threatens any boys trying to get with his daughters (if he has daughters).

Dad!Kazuma who would take those boys off to the side to threaten them if they ever hurt his girls, eventually they get saved by you as you calm Niou down.

Dad!Kazuma who tries desperately to get his kids interested in sports/working out. Having them watch boxing matches with him in the living room.

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currently thinking about how serial killer!kaiser is strangely prideful whenever he listens to a true crime podcast about himself. about his own crime.

from a former international soccer superstar to a man who went too far in a fit of rage and ended up killing someone in an act of pure violence. kaiser knew that he could never return from this; this was too much, even for a piece of shit like him.

and yet an almost euphoric feeling electrifies his skin as he stares down at his first victim. he feels powerful. soccer could only bring him so much joy, but this. this was different. he was elated. he needed to feel this again; it was a drug. the sensation that he received after killing.

he never meant to kill the man. he never meant to kill his public relations manager. but he had been bothering kaiser so much, bothering him about being kinder to the press, bothering him about being more polite with other players, so much that kaiser beat him in a fit of rage and ended up killing him.

he barely managed to cover up, and the incident would go down in history as an act of random violence to an innocent man who just so happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

kaiser then didn’t kill anyone for a few months. three, to be exact. if a simple accidental kill managed to bring him so much joy, he wondered how much a true intentional murder would fuel him. his skin prickled at the thought, especially the idea that he could very well get caught in the act. the risk excited him even more.

the second victim of michael kaiser was his teammate, alexis ness.

kaiser had once been supposedly “close” with ness. at least, that’s how it was supposed to be. they were teammates in bastard münchen, of course they should’ve been close! but now that kaiser could play independently, ness was of little use to him. and yet ness still had a canine-like attachment to kaiser.

to get rid of such a one-sided connection, kaiser had stepped into ness’ hotel room with a sharp blade while they were in another country for a match. ness had frozen it place, too horrified to react. perhaps it was human instinct. perhaps it was logic. perhaps it was knowing kaiser too well. or perhaps it was pure, irrational fear. but at that moment, ness knew that he was soon to die.

alexis ness died from numerous stab wounds to the heart.

that was the moment people began to form suspicions towards kaiser. the two most important murders in recent soccer history were both two people who were supposedly close to kaiser. one was his very own personal relations manager, meanwhile the other was someone known to have worshipped kaiser. something had to be wrong here.

but kaiser still had millions of defenders. of course, when you’re good looking, anyone will defend you for anything. that’s just how it works. most of the defenders’ arguments was that some guy who hated kaiser continuously killed people close to him just to piss him off and upset him.

in reality, kaiser was far from upset. his theory was right; murdering someone on his own accord was far more satisfying that killing on accident.

another three months, another murder. this time, no one had a single piece of evidence that the murderer wasn’t kaiser. how could they, when the world’s newest #1 striker isagi yoichi was just murdered in cold blood?

now that many people thought about it, kaiser was always an asshole in press conferences and interviews. not only that, but in actual matches, he always seemed callous about his words towards ness, and he never seemed afraid to word his thoughts in possibly the most vulgar way he could with ness. and kaiser’s hatred for isagi wasn’t news; in fact, it was a common meme in soccer fandoms.

but it didn’t seem so funny anymore, now that it was genuinely plausible that kaiser really did kill their beloved striker and icon isagi yoichi.

finally, this was the murder that made kaiser famous. before he could get caught, he ran away. he ran away from fame, from soccer, from the spotlight that made him famous. he wore makeup to hide with rose and crown tattoo and his red eyeliner tattoo. he cut off the blue tips of his hair. it was almost like he was a kid again, living on the streets. the latter was true though.

the first time he hears his name mentioned on a true crime podcast, a subconscious smirk stretches across his face. he’s never felt so proud of himself, a piece of shit, in his life. finally, the world will truly know his name.

pictures of him are constantly trending all over the internet. he still has his defenders, which in his opinion, is hilarious. really just goes to show the current state of society in today’s world, doesn’t it? his pictures are shown in every video about his murders, from the rising hope of european soccer to cold-blooded and psychotic murderer.

so one day, as he’s walking on the streets as if he owns the place, you suddenly pull his hood down and you’re staring in awe. you’re an avid true crime podcast listener and watcher, and you recognized him instantly. you were never a fan of soccer, but you’ve always been interested in kaiser, especially after he became a murderer.

you know you should run. you knew that he was dangerous. but you’re intrigued.

a true crime podcast fan and their favorite murderer. really a match made in hell.

this has been consuming my thoughts and itching my brain this entire past weekend. im sick in the head.

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kaiser being an asshole and fucking ness’ cute little sister to punish him— he knows he has a soft spot for you

your writing is soooo good ily

𝜗𝜚 Hi anon! i'm so sorry i didn't get this out sooner 😭 i kinda had a writing slump like two paragraph's in and i came back to it recently and had a burst of motivation and made the most of it and finished it, thank sm for your request (it's actually my fav) <3

⸻ ミヒャエル・カイザ MICHEAL KAISER.

TW; smut (at the end), bimbo!baddie reader, kaiser being a little shit. w.c.0.7k.

and he'd be so mean and sly about it too :(

you just know him as your big brother's best friend. you didn't see him often, but sometimes he comes round to hang out. your sharing an apartment with your brother, his soccer salary enough for the rent and to spoil you twice over. you're a shy girl, so you tend to stay in your room for the most part when ness has his friends around. although, you would notice when ness had gotten into an argument, and you learned to stay out of his way when they occurred.

you could tell ness was pissed at kaiser for something over the phone, before he had gone out for the night with his other teammates. when the door opens at almost midnight on the dot, you think he's finally back. but when you're met with choppy blonde hair and electric cobalt eyes that seem to gaze at you more like prey than a human being, you shrink back a bit.

you're polite, it's not like kaiser hasn't crashed here before. but it's different without your brother here to entertain him. plus he looks irritated.

you retreat to your room, hoping to stay out of his way. but then he's knocking a handful of times on your door, (only the first time, the times after that he's just barging in) first its getting some of ness's clothes for him to wear, and then he needs fresh towels for his shower, then its–

oh, and now he's watching gilmore girls with you in your room. when was the michael kaiser interested in girl drama or gossip of any kind? oh, and he's in your bed, deeply comfortable and tucked in as if its his, he stands out between your fluffy pink duvet and stacked plushies with his thick biceps and his buff chest hidden by under his tank top–

anddddd he's caught you staring...wasn't like you were trying to be sneaky about it. he teases you until you're a stuttering mess and your neck and cheeks are heated enough to be their own human radiator. he makes a sly, heavily suggestive comment you don't remember, but all you remember saying is, 'alexis would never allow me to...do that...anyway...what's in it for me?'

kaiser grins, like the cat that's got the cream, before his lips brush your ear, his large hand cupping the space between where your neck and head connect, whispering something along the lines of, 'me, sweetheart. but that's what secrets are for, right?'

and that's how you're in your present position.

"you like it when i fuck you like this, hm? yeah you do."

you can barely respond with his dick so far in you you can feel it in your throat. :(

this ass up face down position has you completely fucking destroyed. your once flawless makeup smeared, fat tears streaming down your face, your false lashes lost somewhere in your fluffy sheets.

how many orgasms has he ripped from you–two, three? your to fucked out to count at this point, and your cunt clenches hard when you feel the familiar knot in your tummy. kaiser's whole form is pressed hotly against your bare back, his stray choppy hairs tickling your feverish skin. he breathlessly whispers and grunts degrading praises and sweet promises to you, ones that make your heart and clit flutter. you twitch and tremble terribly through your final orgasm, a loud whine–like cry ripping from your swollen, bitten lips. your body only able to melt into a puddle of euphoria on the mattress as you feel him pull out, his cum shooting thick, white ropes on your back.

you're kinda disappointed he didn't cum inside.

but at the end of it, the real entertainment for kaiser is when ness finally walks through the door at 01:53 AM, only to find you snuggled up in kaisers arms, knocked out, drooling on the crook of his neck as if he was your long term boyfriend. the tv's still playing an episode of gilmore girls in the background on low volume. kaiser smirks towards ness behind your head and the empty condom wrapper on the dresser is all that ness needs to know about what happened while he was gone.

well, he's definitely regretting giving kaiser the spare key.

Quandaledlnglepink © 2025

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I'm crying rn

⸻ ミヒャエル・カイザ MICHEAL KAISER.

⋆˙⟡ synopsis; young kaiser has never had a birthday before, or eaten cake. you changed that for him, and he's grateful. a drabble, in the AU of this series. this takes place during the two months kaiser is with reader. can be a stand-alone. fem!reader, hurt with comfort. w.c; 0.9k.

kaiser watches as the lighter flickers to life, the mellow fire lighting the surrounding darkness with a soft, orange hue.

it moves, inching closer to him until it mingles with the wick of the candle, its blazing heat passed on. it illuminates his face, a gentle heat that caresses his skin and begins to slowly melt the wax. he observes your hand as you move the lighter with ease, fourteen other candles slowly being lit, one by one. 

the top surface of the cake glowed, the thick chocolate frost glistening against the natural light.

"micha," your soft call pulled him out of his deep trance, his eyes meeting your gentle ones. there's a tender look in them, one that makes his heart squeeze with something unfamiliar to him–until he met you. "do you know what to do?"

"no." he mumbles earnestly, eyes dipping back to the homemade cake in front of him. he's never had a birthday before, or a cake, or did any of the traditions everybody knows off by heart.

you hummed in response, crouching down beside him, crossed arms resting on the edge of the table, chin tucked on your forearm. "you have to close your eyes and make a wish. then, you blow out the candles. and don't say your wish out loud, otherwise it won't come true."

a small part of him thinks it's a stupid thing to believe in. he's wished and prayed for many things in his–now–fifteen years of living. and all of them have been left cruelly unanswered.

but for some reason, he wants to believe you. there's a sparkle in your eyes, amplified by the dancing candle light. you say it with such conviction, as if it's a fact, and he finds himself finally closing his eyes, crinkling with how hard he squeezes them as he searches his brain for something he wishes for.

he doesn't want to ask for any more presents, not when he has so many on the table; a handful still under the christmas tree, all for him. you already got him a new football, and he hasn't been trembling from the biting cold from ragged, flimsy clothes in weeks. he's not even hungry, that gnawing starvation long withered away.

so, he wishes for the opposite of what he's scared of.

parting from you.

so, he wishfully yearns with scrunched up features, the little voice inside his head repeating the words over and over until he's satisfied. and only then, does his lashes flutter open, blowing out the small; lit candles, one by one, until the only thing rising off is a stream line of smoke.

you brush some blonde, unruly stray hairs away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. "happy birthday, michael."

he doesn't respond to your words, but the swirl of gratefulness in his blues speaks to you more than words ever could. the lamp in the corner switches on, and he observes quietly as you cut him a slice of cake. he had noticed you making it earlier, the smell of cocoa powder still deep in his nose; "chocolate fudge cake", one of your mother's recipes, you had told him.

he sticks his fork in the spongy, moist, layer rather aggressively, lifting it into his mouth as he takes the first bite rather wearily.

"tell me how it tastes." you urge delicately.

he wants to tell you how ridiculously fucking sweet it is, how the sticky fudge is stuck on the roof of his mouth, his tongue, coating all of his teeth. there's definitely enough sugar to give him multiple cavities. he's sure he'll have to brush his teeth twice after this.

despite that, he takes another bite, and another, and another–borderline scoffing it down.

you insist for him to slow down before he chokes, even so, he doesn't pause for even a moment.

yet, it's in the havoc of his feral eating that he suddenly bursts into tears. his eyes glassy as they well up and sting, yet he continues to chew with a quivering lip. his blonde lashes clump up with wetness, darkening just a little.

there's an intense pressure in his chest, but it's not full of dreadful fear, but content and comfort. it feels as though another missing piece of him was filled entirely, one he didn't even know was missing. and realising that, more tears spilled from his eyes. it feels good–to cry. he didn't think it was possible. you never called him a crybaby like his father when he cried, or told him to shush.

he hears you coo with a fondness before embracing him warmly, not caring that the leftover chocolate smeared around his mouth is staining your nightgown. his hands fist the silk fabric on the back of your dress, his face concealed against your stomach. your fingers nimbly comb through his hair, patient as you waited, his sobs gradually falling away into little hiccups and whines. he only feels relief as he melts into your hold.

he sniffles before swallowing the last bite in his mouth.

"this is...r–really good...thank you." he whispers, peering up at you as your thumbs swipe away the rest of his stray tears.

"your welcome baby." you reply in the same tone, the handkerchief in your hand cleaning away the crumbs and leftover smudged fudge on the corner of his lips.

"it's still snowing micha," you said suddenly, his eyes following yours to the frosted world, just behind the glass window. snowflakes fell gracefully from the empty, dark sky. the tree outside of the apartment complex is bare, icicles of every size and shape hanging from drooping branches. the street was blanketed with powdered snow, covering everything in its path.

"would you like to dabble in the snow for a bit? you can wear your new coat if you want."

he nods silently, the scrapping chair echoing as he gets up, allowing you to lead him to the hallway, leaving the desolate kitchen in a peaceful tranquility.

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Maybe I should start learning to draw so I can draw lots and lots of Karasu's

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Bro reading in my mind. This what I imagine before sleep

Karasu’s scent… makes me wanna cuddle him on bed on a chilly night.

His long arms wrapped around me while I rest my head on his chest.

Or even the other way around and I’m just running my fingers on his soft hair before he puts it up again.

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જ⁀♡⊹｡° i'd choose you and me...religiously

♡ a/n — for my new childhood friends to lovers series :)

♡ word count — 2.3k

♡ content — karasu tabito x fem! reader, fem! reader, childhood friends to lovers, reader is very normal and quiet, goes through 3rd grade to the U-20 vs Blue Lock game, reader doesn't understand soccer, cuddling, kissing, some cussing

♡ synopsis — Karasu Tabito has always been moved by the ordinary things in life. Your love, your laugh, just you, so ordinary because you just...fit in his life so perfectly.

Tabito Karasu had always been moved by ordinary things. The way rain left trails on windows, the sound of soccer cleats tapping against pavement, the smell of freshly cut grass on the field. Ordinary moments stayed with him long after they’d passed, as if they were somehow more precious than the extraordinary ones.

And then, there was you.

He noticed you before he ever talked to you, always quiet and off to the side, a book or sketchpad in your hands while the other kids played and shouted around you. You weren’t like the rest of them—you weren’t loud, flashy, or attention-seeking. To most, you might have seemed unremarkable.

But to Tabito, you were something special.

He just didn’t realize it until the day he saw you crying.

The afternoon sun was bright and unforgiving, casting sharp shadows on the concrete playground. Tabito was sitting on a bench, juggling a soccer ball between his feet, when he noticed the commotion.

A group of kids stood in a semi-circle around you, taunting you about being “too quiet” and “weird.” You didn’t say anything in return, but your teary eyes and the way you hugged your knees gave everything away.

Before he could think twice, Tabito was on his feet, marching over.

“Hey!” he barked, startling the group. He planted himself between you and them, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he glared them down. “Why don’t you piss off and leave her alone?”

The kids hesitated, their bravado faltering under his sharp gaze. Eventually, one muttered something under their breath before they all dispersed.

He turned back to you, his face softening. “You okay?”

You nodded but didn’t meet his eyes. “Thanks...”

He grinned, crouching beside you. “No problem. But you owe me big time. The teacher’s totally gonna yell at me for this one.”

Sure enough, he was called out for his language later, but he didn’t care. By then, the two of you had already cemented an unspoken bond.

From that day on, Tabito Karasu became your first—and only—friend.

By the time junior high rolled around, Tabito had become a name everyone knew. He was a rising soccer star, his talent and charisma drawing people to him like moths to a flame. But no matter how busy his life got, he always made time for you.

You, on the other hand, stayed much the same. You kept to yourself, stayed out of the spotlight, and quietly supported him from the sidelines. Every game he played, you were there, clapping and cheering along with the crowd—even if you didn’t fully understand the rules.

“You seriously don’t get it?” Tabito asked one evening, his breath visible in the crisp autumn air as the two of you walked home.

He had just finished explaining the mechanics of offside for the fifth time.

“I mean... I get that the ball should go in the net,” you said hesitantly. “But everything else is... kind of fuzzy.”

Tabito groaned dramatically, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s not that hard! Okay, think of it like chess—”

“Tabito, I don’t know how to play chess.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you with exaggerated disbelief. “You’re kidding me. You’ve been watching my games for years, and you don’t even know what’s happening?”

“I know you’re good,” you offered, laughing. “That’s all that matters, right?”

He sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.”

By high school, Tabito had become your anchor, and you had become his.

No matter how many people surrounded him or how many girls vied for his attention, he always found his way back to you. He walked you to your classes, saved you a spot at lunch, and invited you over to his house whenever your parents were working late.

One night, after a particularly heavy rainstorm, you ended up staying at his place again. His mom gave you a pillow and blanket for the floor in his room, but when you lay down, the hardwood felt unbearably cold.

“You seriously gonna sleep there?” Tabito asked from his bed, leaning over the edge to look at you.

“Where else would I sleep?”

He rolled his eyes. “Here. Come on.”

“Tabito, your mom said—”

“The floor’s freezing. Just get up here.”

You hesitated, but the warmth in his voice and the ease of his grin convinced you. Moments later, you were lying beside him, your head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

“This is too close,” you muttered, though you made no effort to move even though there was plenty of room on his bed.

“Shut up,” he replied, laughing softly.

After a long silence, you spoke again. “Someone asked me what my name was today. We’ve been going to school together since junior high, and they didn’t know my name.”

Tabito’s hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. “That’s their loss,” he murmured. “You’re unforgettable.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, your heart beating faster than it should have. “Tabito—”

Before you could ask what he meant, his lips were on yours.

When he pulled back, you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off, his voice low and steady.

“I don’t care what happened. I’d never forget your name.” He kissed you again. “Your face.” Another kiss. “Your goddamn voice.”

You stared at him, your cheeks burning, and he grinned. “You’re mine, okay? Have been for a while.”

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window as Tabito’s mom opened the door. She froze, her eyes widening at the sight of the two of you curled up together in his bed.

“Tabito Karasu!”

Breakfast was... awkward. Over toast and eggs, you and Tabito sheepishly explained your newly minted relationship, only to be rewarded with an impromptu birds-and-the-bees talk.

Tabito groaned, hiding his face in his hands while you tried—and failed—not to laugh.

The letter came during your senior year.

You sat under a tree in the park, the letter in your lap as Tabito leaned back on his hands, staring up at the sky.

“This is it,” he said softly. “This is how I make it big.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I’m proud of you.”

His grin faltered when he looked at you. “You don’t look proud.”

“I am,” you insisted, forcing a smile. “I just... I’ll miss you.”

“Hey,” he said, reaching over to take your hand. “It’s not forever. Just until I make it. Then I’m coming back for you.”

You knew he would, because when Karasu set his mind on something, he would get to it, no matter what it took.

You just wished that he wouldn't have to leave for an uncertain amount of time, but you wouldn't say that. He was still yours, always would be, no matter how long you were apart.

When Tabito left for Blue Lock, he packed light—just the essentials. But tucked carefully at the bottom of his bag was something that wasn’t on any checklist: a collection of your letters.

Some were filled with words of encouragement, like the time you’d written after his first big loss, telling him that failure didn’t define him and that he’d always be a winner in your eyes. Others were playful, teasing him about his ego while reminding him to eat properly and not slack off during training. And then there were the ones you wrote late at night, when the ache of missing him felt too heavy to ignore. Those letters carried lipstick marks on the edges, small imprints of your love pressed onto the paper as if they could somehow close the distance between you.

He read those letters often. Whenever the loneliness crept in or the pressure of Blue Lock’s brutal competition threatened to overwhelm him, he would pull one out, smoothing the creases and letting your words fill the silence. Your voice, even through ink and paper, was his anchor.

One day, during a rare quiet moment in the dorms, Otoya noticed one of the letters poking out of Tabito’s duffel bag. Curiosity piqued, he reached over and grabbed one, holding it up with a mischievous grin. “What’s this?”

Tabito, who had been lounging on his bed, immediately sat up. His sharp glare shot across the room like a warning. “Put it down, Otoya.”

But Otoya, ever the instigator, was already opening it. “Aw, come on, don’t be so uptight—” His eyes scanned the first few lines before he froze, his smirk widening. “Oh-ho, what’s this? A girlfriend?”

Tabito was on his feet in an instant, snatching the letter back with a scowl. “None of your business.”

Otoya leaned back, hands raised in mock surrender, but his laughter rang out, echoing in the small dorm room. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Karasu. You’ve got that whole ‘too cool for relationships’ vibe going on, but here you are, all sentimental. Lipstick marks, too? Damn, she’s really got you wrapped around her finger, huh?”

Tabito stuffed the letter into his bag, his jaw tight. He didn’t bother responding to the teasing; it wasn’t worth his energy. Instead, he turned his back to Otoya, muttering under his breath, “Shut up.”

But as Otoya’s laughter died down, Tabito’s fingers brushed the edges of the letter. He could feel the faint ridges of your handwriting beneath the paper, the weight of your love in every stroke of the pen.

A small smile tugged at his lips, one he didn’t let Otoya see.

Because Otoya was wrong about one thing: you didn’t have him wrapped around your finger. No, it was deeper than that. You were his lifeline, his reminder of everything waiting for him back home.

The teasing didn’t matter. The competition didn’t matter. What mattered was the thought of you—always cheering him on, always believing in him.

One day, he promised himself. One day, he’d read those letters with you sitting beside him, not miles apart. And when that day came, he’d show you just how much your words, your love, had carried him through.

For now, though, he folded the letter and placed it carefully back in his bag, ready to fight his way to that future.

Watching the Blue Lock team play against the U-20 team almost put you into an early grave, you swear, Blue Lock won, of course. ( You totally weren't praying on some of the U-20 team's downfall during the game...not at all)

The crowd’s roar was deafening, a wave of cheers and chants reverberating through the stadium. You stood on the sidelines, heart pounding as the Blue Lock team celebrated their hard-fought victory on the field.

You had come all this way to watch him, to see for yourself just how much he’d grown. And yet, even after all these years of supporting him, nothing had prepared you for this moment.

Your eyes darted across the players, searching, until—suddenly—you felt arms wrap tightly around your waist. Your feet left the ground as you were spun around, a loud gasp escaping your lips.

“Tabito!” you exclaimed, laughter bubbling out of you.

When he finally set you back down, you turned to see his grinning face, his hair damp with sweat and a few stray blades of grass stuck to his jersey. He looked different—stronger, sharper, more determined—but when his eyes met yours, the warmth in them hadn’t changed one bit.

“You did it!” you said, reaching out to touch his face as if to make sure he was real. “You actually did it.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, his tone cocky, but his grin softened when his hand came up to cup yours. “I told you I would, didn’t I?”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes as pride swelled in your chest. But before you could say anything else, the words you’d been holding back for years tumbled out:

“Tabito, I finally got it today!”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Got what?”

“Soccer!” you blurted, your voice trembling with excitement. “I mean, okay, maybe not all of it, but at the kickoff, I just... I got it! I understood why you love it so much. I felt it. When the game started, I was so excited I almost screamed! And when you got close to the goal, I was on the edge of my seat. I wanted you to score so badly.”

His eyes widened in surprise before his expression melted into something softer, something that made your heart ache in the best way. “You... really mean that?”

“Yes!” you said, gripping the front of his jersey like you’d never let him go. “I finally understood why you’ve worked so hard, why this means so much to you. It’s amazing, Tabito. You’re amazing.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t find the words. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he pulled you into another spin, your laughter echoing above the noise of the crowd.

When he set you down again, he didn’t hesitate—his lips found yours, and the world fell away.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “You’re the one who’s amazing,” he whispered. “And you know what? That was the only goal I needed today—hearing you say that.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you wiped away a stray tear. “You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” you admitted, your voice barely audible over the roar of the stadium.

He glanced around, the chaos of victory still unfolding behind him, but all his focus was on you. “Hey,” he said, his tone suddenly serious. “Will you follow me? No matter where this takes me?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Anywhere. Always.”

His grin returned, wider than ever, and he kissed you again, as if sealing a promise. And as the stadium lights bathed you both in a golden glow, you knew you’d never stop cheering for him—on the field or off.

Karasu Tabito has always been moved by the ordinary things in life. Your love, your laugh, just you, so ordinary because you just...fit in his life so perfectly.

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The Day A Star Struck

(Karasu x Gn! Reader)

Word Count: 402 Words

Starstruck. That describes how he felt the day you entered his life.

School just ended and he was walking out. The same boys, as usual, yelled out teasing comments. The same old routine. But this time you were there.

“What he’d do to ya?”

Someone was standing up to these bigger boys for him?

“Mind yer business or you’ll be next ya little shrimp!”

“He didn’t do anything, leave him alone!”

“What part of stay out of this didn’t get through yer thick skull?!”

He watched in gobsmacked awe as you crumpled up a paper ball and launched it at the leader of their little gang.

“I’m going to tell the teacher!”

“Oh yeah? I’ll just tell her about ya being a big fat bully!”

“Its just some teasing, if he can’t take a joke that’s his fault”

“A joke is supposed to be funny. He’s not laughin”

“Yeah, yeah you win this time princess. But don’t think this is the end just because your little girlfriend stepped in this time.”

The leader stomped off and the rest of them followed suit.

“Why’d ya let them do all that? Its perfectly fine to fight back y’know. Ah sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. (Last name, first name) its nice to meet you. And then you bowed theatrically, with a little extra flourish at the end.

“Karasu Tabito. And nice to meet you too. Its just easier to ignore them until they get bored”

“But fighting back shows them thats its not worth it and then they’ll still leave ya alone

“Either way works so I’ll stick to how I do it”

“If yer so sure..Which class are you from?”

“Class (). We’re classmates”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I get wrapped up with my friends and sometimes I don’t really notice my classmates.”

“Its fine, I just kinda fade into the background anyway”

“I’m sure you’re a really nice person. Hey, wanna be friends?”

Friends? This extraordinary person wanted to be his friend?

“Sure.” His shyness suddenly ambushed him after slowly creeping up on him this entire time.

“Friends then. You should hang out with me during lunch!”

And he didn’t have the heart to tell you no. And so, a friendship was born over a seemingly inconsequential little thing as a child sticking around school a little longer and sticking up for someone else.