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Hey idk if you've written for this before but isagi dating an itoshi sibling and I would love to read about that if its alright with you.

I love your writing sm💗💗!

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i was debating between both brothers finding out at the same time or sae, being the older brother, knowing that you were dating isagi and then it's just rin who's teh last to find out lol

(art credits go to yamakadatoomta)

you really thought you had it handled. 

the plan was foolproof: isagi would come over under the pretense of borrowing a book you absolutely did not own, you’d hang out for twenty minutes, kiss him goodbye at the door, and no one would be any the wiser. your brothers had no reason to suspect anything. sae was always mentally in spain, and rin actively avoided eye contact with anyone not shaped like a soccer ball. 

so when you opened the door and saw isagi standing there looking like he’d just been interrogated by the CIA, you knew something had gone horribly wrong. 

“yoichi," you said slowly. "what happened?" 

“i ran into rin outside,” he whispered. “i panicked. i told him i was here to see sae.” 

you blinked. “what.” 

“and then, then rin asked why i was here to see sae, and i said… to talk about… defensive tactics?” 

“you’re a striker.” 

“i know! i panicked!” 

“yoichi,” you hissed, dragging him inside. “you had one job.” 

before you could close the door, you heard footsteps – two pairs. heavy. foreboding. emotionally repressed. 

rin entered first, giving isagi the kind of look you usually reserved for gum stuck to your shoe. “he said he wanted to talk tactics with sae,” he muttered. “i knew something was off. he called him sir.” 

sae followed with a flat expression and a slightly raised brow. “didn’t even offer me coffee first.” 

you knew the jig was up. there was no salvaging this. isagi was sweating bullets, trying to stand straight like he was being drafted, and your heart was pounding in a way that felt less romantic and more like a cardiac arrest. 

so you did what any rational person would do in a moment of pressure and anxiety. 

you blurted it out. 

“he’s dating me!” 

the silence that followed was so heavy it could’ve crushed a small animal. 

rin blinked, slowly, like his brain had blue-screened. 

sae stared at you, then at isagi, then back at you. 

“ew,” rin finally said, voice flat. “seriously?” 

“yes,” you said. “for three months.” 

sae tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to figure out if he was being punked. “wait. you’re into him?” 

“what is that supposed to mean?” isagi asked, mildly offended. 

“no offense,” sae replied, looking at him like a very bland granola bar. “you just seem... soft.” 

“soft?” isagi looked at you like he was reconsidering his whole personality. “am i soft?” 

“you cried during marley & me,” you said. 

“that movie was sad!” 

rin cut in, eyes narrowing. “when were you planning to tell us?” 

“ideally?” you said. “never.” 

sae gave a soft snort and dropped onto the couch like this was suddenly the most entertaining thing to happen all week. “honestly, i’m impressed you kept it from him.” he jerked his thumb at rin. “dude gets suspicious when the milk moves to a different shelf.” 

“hey,” rin snapped. “i’m observant.” 

“you thought she was sneaking out to play genshin with friends,” sae deadpanned. 

“i did!” rin said, defensively. then paused. “… you weren’t?” 

“bro,” you said. “be serious.” 

rin ran a hand down his face and looked at isagi like he was mentally picturing him being thrown off a cliff. “so what, you just lied to me for three months?” 

“you terrorized my last boyfriend,” you shot back. “he bought you a cake and you said it tasted like lies.” 

“it did.” 

“it was vanilla.” 

“exactly.” 

isagi cleared his throat. “look, i get it. if i had a little sister, i’d be protective too.” 

rin looked him dead in the eye. “you don’t. and now you never will.” 

“that doesn’t make any sense,” isagi whispered. 

“stop threatening my boyfriend,” you muttered, elbowing rin’s side. 

sae, who had somehow taken one of the snack bags out of isagi’s plastic bag like this was a matinee show, spoke up. “as long as he doesn’t screw up, i don’t care. it’s actually kind of cute. tragic. but cute.” 

you stared at him. “tragic?” 

“i just know it’s going to be so awkward when you break up,” sae said casually, like he was talking about the weather. 

“why would we break up?” you asked. 

“statistically speaking,” he shrugged, popping a chip in his mouth. 

“okay, thanks for the support, father of the year.” 

isagi, visibly fighting for his life, spoke up again. “for the record, i really care about her. and i’m serious. like… serious-serious.” 

rin stared. 

sae nodded like a dad giving half-hearted approval at a little league game. 

“hm,” sae said. “just don’t get caught making out in the living room.” 

“or the kitchen,” rin added. “i still have to eat there.” 

you groaned and threw your head back. “can we not visualize that right now?” 

rin muttered something that sounded like “disgusting” under his breath, while sae stood up, stole another snack, and wandered off like nothing happened. 

isagi sagged into the couch beside you, shell-shocked. “i think i aged ten years.” 

“you handled it like a champ,” you said, patting his thigh. 

“really?” 

“no.” 

but you smiled, and he smiled back, and despite the chaos, you felt oddly okay. 

because if your brothers were willing to tolerate isagi, even after all this? maybe it was love after all.  

or at least enough to survive the next family dinner. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

no boyfriend no drugs no girlfriend no therapist im rlly raw dogging life here

ok but actually I don't think Kunikida's dead dead but I hope he stays dead long enough so Dazai can find out, have the scare of his life, and then they reunite and Dazai tries to play it off as "obviously I knew you were alive it was all part of my plan" and immediately breaks down

More blue lock pngs you guys could use \(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

very accurate 😭

BLUE LOCK KIN TEST

Hey guys! so I stumbled upon this 19-item quiz by llolik where they assign you a kin from the Blue Lock characters (including those in the manga so spoiler warning for anime-onlys) based on your answers. The results were pretty much fascinating and accurate in my opinion so I thought I'd share it with you all!

Tags are open for anyone who would like to give it a try. It would be nice if you could share your results in the comments or reblogs but without pressure of course! You may also tag other people if you want. Have fun 🤍

Thinking about Isagi Yoichi going absolutely insane when someone talks shit about you, his one and only girlfriend.

And I'm not saying insane as in "Don't talk about her like that!". I'm saying insane as in "Say her name again with that filthy mouth of yours and I swear I'll cut your fucking tongue off."

He can handle people badmouthing him. It's not that deep, really. He's a football player, so, like every other athlete, he has fans and haters all around the globe (more fans than haters, but anyways). So, he developed the hability to just tune off all the hateful comments. Badmouth him all you want, that ain't changing the fact that he's a sucessful all star player and you're not.

What he can't handle, though, is when someone tries to talk shit about his relationship with you, his favorite person in the whole world.

Sadly for the media, you're not a famous singer or model. Yoichi and you met when you were both still little kids, dreaming about monsters, princesses and the world cup trophy. In kindergarten, he thought you were a very great friend. He realized you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen when you were middle schoolers, and, by the time high school came, he had already learned to accept the fact that he was head over heels for you. And so, like a "straight out of a movie" kind of scene, he confessed his love for you all sweaty and smiling in front of the whole world after his winning goal at the Blue Lock XI against Japan U20 match two years ago.

So yeah, you and Isagi had a cute love story. Every video of you together had millions of views and thousands of "couple goals" comments, and people loved you (honestly, how could they not? You're amazing, he's not even sure how he managed to make you fall for his "football rizz" or something, but he's glad you did anyways).

Apparently, not everyone appreciated you as much as he thought.

"Isagi, one minute of your time, please!"

"Isagi, for french press right here!"

"Yoichi, answer my question!"

"Wow. One at a time, guys!" Isagi smiled nervously yet kindly, sitting in a chair in front of the mass of reporters from all across the world who came just to interview him.

Smiling again, Isagi pointed at one of the what seemed like thousands interviewers.

"The lady over there, with the Sae Itoshi shirt"

"Thank you for the opportunity" The room became silent. The woman, seemingly in her late twenties, smiled "I'm Sol, from Spain's national TV press. I'd like to ask a question you about your relationship with (Name) (Surname)"

Smiling wide like a lovesick fool like he always did when someone mentioned you or your relationship, Yoichi urged the reporter to continue.

"Sure. Go ahead."

"It's a known fact that you and (Name) (Surname) have been in a relationship for a little over two years. And so, your fans are wondering: do you plan on getting married shortly?"

The silence in the room was papable. All the cameras and microphones turned to a now strawberry red Yoichi. But he wasn't embarassed because of all the attention he was getting or from the fact that the whole world was seeing this right now. He was used to this feeling of "pressure" already.

He was red because he knew you were watching this interview. He was the one who asked you to do so, after all.

"Uhm... well" he swallowed hard, eyes avoiding the cameras "We have a healthy and happy relationship. We both love each other very much and spend a lot of time together. So... I guess I'd be lying if I told you I haven't thought about it before, but..."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. The press' reaction was instantaneous. Cameras' flashes everywhere and the reporters voices overlaping eachother filled the room.

"BUT" Isagi tried to continue, but just gave up on shouting since his voice couldn't compete with the voice of the lots of reporters. So, he just said to the mic in front of him, almkst whispering, hoping it would capture his voice "I think it's still a little early. I want to make sure we're both mature and financially secure first!"

Reporters were still talking and trying to get his attention. With a sigh, he realized they wouldn't stop shouting until the next question came.

"T-the guy with the light shirt"

"Argentinian press right here" the man started.

Oh oh. Yoichi didn't sense a good vibe from this man. He doesn't know if it's his smirk or his posture, but something feels off. He looks almost dangerous.

I'm probably going crazy, Yoichi thought.

When the man opened his mouth again, though, Isagi realized his intuition was right all along.

"I know you said you love your girlfriend, but you do realize the fans think your girl is just keeping you from becoming the best version of yourself, right?"

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"What." Isagi said, the words coming out in a rather forced way.

Unlike before, the silence in the room was not only palpable. It was now suffocating, uncomfortable.

"Well, it's clear as water" the man shrugged, as if what he was saying made a lot of sense "She is stopping you from becoming the number one striker in the world."

All Isagi wanted to do now was jump across the room and send his fist flying straight to the man's face. He wanted it to realize how utterly wrong he was. How your relationship was actually the best thing that had ever happened in his life, and how he would have probably given up on football have you not begged him to go to the Blue Lock program.

And the though of you sweet, caring you watching this made Yoichi give up on his idea of hitting the man straight on the nose, even if his body was trembling just from thinking about it.

I have to keep my cool. For her.

"Why..." he swallowed. Hard. "Why do you think this is truth?"

"You're not using your time wisely. Instead of practicing, your wasting it because you keep giving for futile things like a relationship"

Oh, how much Yoichi wanted to jump this ugly looking clown. How he wished to hit him hundreds of times, over and over again until he swallowed his own words. Until he regretted ever learning how to even speak.

His fist was already trembling. He was taking deep breaths to keep himself steady.

But it seems like the argentinian doesn't know when to stop.

"Also, it gets kinda tiring living with the same person for a long time, no?" The man laughed "I wouldn't blame you if you're actually cheating on her too, I honestly wouldn't have just one girl if I was you. I mean, you're a star and she's just..."

"Shut. the fuck. up."

All the cameras turned to him again. Yoichi was red. But it's not cause he was embarassed, like the other time.

He was red because he was seething with boiling rage.

I'll kill him. I swear I'll fucking kill this dumb shit.

"Never" Yoichi narrowed his eyes "And I mean never say my girlfriend's name with that disgusting voice of yours again. If you as much as look at her, consider yourself fucking dead." He got up from the table, gaze harder than the one he wears on the field "That woman is the source of my happiness, and you have no right to talk about her like that. If you talk with me with respect you have to show respect for her too. Are we clear? Or is your skull too fucking thick for the information to get into it?

"Calm down, amigo! I was just saying what the fans think." The man smirked, gald to get a reaction from Isagi. If looks could kill, he would have been 6 feet under already "They think it would be better if you both break up..."

"You've fucking done it."

Yoichi jumped from the table, ready to kill the man.

He wanted to crush his skull with his bare hands, to show him just how much you mean to him and how mad he gets when someone mentions you in a degrading way.

Gladly, the japanese PR team removed the man from the room before things could get worse, or else Yoichi would realky have done some damage (he was an athlete, after all).

Watching the man leave the room with furrowed brows and a subtle pout (he really wanted to beat him, after all), Iaagu decided to use this moment to make some things clear. So, he turned to the main mic again.

"I hope this serves as a lesson" Yoichi said, somehow managing to look at almost all of the cameras at the same time "To everyone watching this. Don't expect to talk shit about my girlfriend and get out with all of your teeth in place. I fucking dare anyone to badmouth her. I won't let you get away with it." He glared at one of the cameras "This press ends now."

He then quickly got out of the room, ignoring all the reporters who tried to get him to come back.

With a sigh, once he was in the changing room, he grabbed his phone, not surprised to see almost 20 missed calls and 50 missed massages from you.

(My love ❤️)

-> YOICHI???

-> WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING

-> (1 missed call)

Don't worry, I'm going home now 😁<-

Miss you ❤️<-

-> Typing...

With a smile, he put his phone in his pocket and started to go home.

Man, he just really wanted to see you. Specially since he knew that the next day, the press would want more interviews about what happened.

Whatever. What really matters is that, at the end of the day, you're his and he's yours. And no amount of dumb reporters or media will ever change that.

~ A/N: not proofread. This sucks 💔 I wrote this to stop my growing Aiku obsession LOL

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