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•Es completamente egoísta, sólo se preocupa por sí mismo.

•Piensa solamente en su propio beneficio.

•No trata bien a ninguna persona, no tiene buen tacto para las relaciones.

•Su lealtad es dudosa.

•Al menos eso es lo que piensa la mayoría de las personas al conocerlo.

•No saben que su actitud cambia totalmente en el momento en que está con su pareja.

•En realidad, trata a su pareja de la mejor manera.

•Claro, mantiene parte de ese egoísmo, pero de diferente manera, más posesiva.

•No consideran que nadie, aparte de sí mismo, sea digno de tu atención.

•No tiene problema alguno en elogiar a su pareja, su pareja ni siquiera tiene que pedirlos, él mismo lo hace porque te considera digno de alabanza.

•Contigo se muestra sin reservas, sabe que puede mostrarse tal como es sin dar explicaciones.

•Te hará prometer que nunca le contarás a nadie el cómo es contigo, no quiere que los demás se enteren de su vulnerabilidad.

•Esa personalidad suave sólo está reservada para ti.

• Michael Kaiser, Gyokko, Neito Monoma, Bakugo Katsuki, Byakuya Togami...

Se considera muy inteligente y con mucho conocimiento, te intentará impresionar con palabras que suenan sofisticadas (probablemente no entiende completamente el significado de la palabra).

• Zantetsu Tsurugi, Neito Monoma, Jafar...

ME NEXT 🤭

"Huh?"

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: blurb

[192 words]

      Sometimes, you and Isagi cuddled up on the couch and watched re-runs of the new Blue Lock show they started. This match was one that was particularly Isagi-centered, so he was on screen quite a lot. Not that you were complaining.

      As you watch, he’s giving little anecdotes of what he was thinking during and why he did what he did. You eagerly listened, feeling comfortable in the rhythm of his heartbeat.

      “So then I knew I had to devour him because…” He spoke but you zoned out for a second. He’s always talking about devouring people. Okay but like, but when is he going to devour you?

      “Me next,” you played off as a yawn.

      “What?” He paused mid-sentence, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise

      “Hm?”

      “I thought I heard you say something,” he mumbled, his face heating up now as he became more cautious of what you were saying.

      “Nope.”

      “Huh... okay. Anyway, so…”

      The announcer's voice boomed, “Number eleven, Yoichi Isagi dominates the field!”

      “He should dominate me next,” you sighed dreamily.

      “Okay, now I’m sure I heard you correctly that time,” Isagi confronted you but all you could do was laugh.

at age seven, isagi learns two things. one, universal truths are always in the present tense (his teacher told him so), and two, you kiss the people you love (his mom told him so). knowing these, he kisses you under the slide in the playground, because he loves you, at least as he understands it at his age.

at age sixteen, isagi decides two things. one, he will become the best striker in the world, and two, he still loves you, albeit a little more than his seven year old self previously thought. but instead of kissing you, he hugs you tightly before he boards the bus to blue lock, and he takes in all the details of you. he thinks of the smell of your shampoo and the melody of your laugh while he's there, but he never tells anyone that.

at age twenty eight, isagi achieves two things. one, he wins the world cup, and two, he gives you his last name. the kiss you share at the altar is wetter and saltier than the one you shared under the slide, thanks to your tears, but his feelings engrave themselves into your memory all the same. he kisses you again for good measure, much to everyone's amusement, and wonders how his love for you is meant to stay in the present tense when it exists in all past, present, and future tenses.

yoichi isagi is a known menace on the field. it's jarring for some of his newer teammates and competitors to see what a genuinely nice guy he is when he's off the field, and a young new member on his team can't seem to believe the "rumors" of isagi's foul mouth and monstrous ego on the field.

especially not when isagi is grinning at a video on his phone.

"what's he keep watching?" the young player asks, and kunigami only answers once he's finished with pulling his jersey over his head.

"huh? oh, isagi? go ahead and ask him."

the rest of the locker room groans. they've been teammates with isagi for so long that not only were they all present for his wedding to you, but they were the first people outside of his immediate family to see the ultrasound of his first child. a lesser known fact than isagi being a menace: yoichi isagi is in love with his wife, and is that one annoying coworker who never shuts up about his family and how much he loves them.

so, not knowing what's going to happen, the player asks his captain on what he's looking at so hard on his phone. isagi proudly holds up his smartphone. displayed on his screen is a video of a very beautiful woman — you.

"hi, baby!" you're smiling, and you have a tube of lipstick in your hand. "sweetheart, come here! we're gonna film a video for daddy, okay?" seconds later, another face appears on the screen. an adorable little girl, no older than six, pops up. she blinks at the screen, confused as to why her dad isn't there, but she's easily distracted when she sees you mark your cheek using the tube of lipstick.

"mommy, you just put lippie on your face!"

"i know, sweetie, but watch this." you beckon your daughter closer to you, and then you surprise her by pressing your cheek against hers; it now makes perfect sense what you were drawing on your face. you were drawing half a heart, with a short line drawn in the middle. when you pull away from her but still make sure your faces are side by side, the image is clear: the two of your cheeks pressed together make a heart with the number 11 inside of it; isagi's number.

isagi's daughter's eyes light up as she recognizes what you were creating. "this is daddy's number!"

"yes!!" you cheer, and the two of you are grinning into the camera. "play well, yoichi! we'll be cheering for you the whole time!!"

"aren't they the cutest?" isagi is smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

it's hard for that player to recognize the isagi from the locker room to the isagi who is out on the field now, with a mean scowl on his face as he screams out a profanity against a member of the opposing team.

(isagi's all sunshine and rainbows and big, ear-splitting grins as he celebrates his victory, all thanks to his hat trick. he credits you — his amazing wife — and his daughter for supporting him and giving him the edge he needed to win the game.

if your cute show of support got isagi to throw out some of the most vulgar insults and most disrespectful plays on the field, everyone hates to see what he'd play like when he's actually upset.)

2024 Christmas Event

Event Masterlist

Day 15: Christmas Presents, Alexis Ness

Warnings: Slight angst if you squint, fluffy

(_____) hummed a Christmas song as they put cookies into the oven. Closing the oven door a knock was heard at their apartment door. (_____) speed walked over to the door, dusting off their apron and hands. Opening the door they see their Boyfriend, Alexis Ness. “Alexis!” They said with a smile on their face as they jumped to hug him. Both of them wrapped their arms tightly around each other. "I've missed you meine liebe.” Alexis said as he kissed (_____)’s temple. (_____) giggled and brought him inside their apartment.

Alexis sat on the kitchen floor with (______), watching the cookies bake. The pair cuddled up against each other as they basked in each other’s presence. Ness rested his head on top of (_____)’s head. After a while the cookies were done and (_____) took them out of the oven. Taking each of the cookies they set they set them on a cooling rack. Ness watching their every move intently. Once (_____) was done they turned around and hugged Ness tightly. Alexis hugged them back, he loved their hugs and affection they would give him. (_____) took his hands and led him to the living room. They bring Ness down and onto the couch. Cuddling with him. “Alexis, I love you.” (_____) whispered to him, making said man blush. He buried his face into their neck. The two quickly falling asleep.

Alexis woke to (_____) shaking him with excitement. “Alexis! Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!” Alexis groggily yet quickly got up. “W-What’s going on Engel??” A smile on their lips as they could hardly contain their laughter. “Alexis look, theirs presents!” (_____) said excitedly and pointed to the presents under the Christmas tree. Alexis rubbed his eyes and looked curiously before his eyes widened. Were those there last night? Alexis thought as (_____) dragged him onto the floor and in front of the tree. They grabbed a gift and gave it to Alexis. It was wrapped in Christmas themed wrapping paper and had his name on it. It said; to Alexis Ness, from Santa Claus.

He blinked owlishly and looked at (_____) for approval. (_____) nodding at him in reassurance. He carefully ripped the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside were two pictures. One was of Lionel Messi and the other was Frank Beckenbauer, both signed. Alexis’ eyes widened as he started to cry. He couldn’t believe this. Growing up his family never celebrated Christmas. So now, at the age of 19, he finally received a Christmas present from Santa. All thanks to his loving partner, (_____). He lunged and hugged them tightly. (_____) hugged him back and pulled him into a kiss. “Merry Christmas Alexis.” (_____) said as they rested their forehead against Alexis’. “Merry Christmas to you too (_____), Licht meines lebens.” (_____) handed Alexis more presents. He got a The Notebook poster, Joan of Arc mini painting, and many more presents.

Translation:

Meine Liebe - My love

Engel - Angel

Licht meines lebens - Light of my life

2024 Christmas Event

Event Masterlist

Day 14: Santa Baby, Reo Mikage

Warnings: Photo shoot anxiety

Popularity. Popularity is something that comes with being a member of Blue Lock. (_____) is one of those more popular players. Anri had recently told them that they would be participating in a Santa themed photo shoot.

(_____) sighed as they walked to the photo shoot room. They really didn’t know what to expect. their nerves made them jittery. Before (_____) even knew it they made it to the room and were getting their hair and makeup done. It smelled like a hospital and hair spray. Picking at the collar of their outfit they waited anxiously for it to start.

”Oh (____)! I didn’t know you were going to be my partner for this shoot.” (_____) turned and saw Reo. A smile of relief took over as a sigh left their lips at seeing their boyfriend. Reo sat next to them and hugged them tightly. “It’s ok if you're nervous, I was my first time.” Reo said, trying to comfort them. They two sat while they waited to be called up. Reo telling them silly stories to help them relax.

Soon it was time to start and the two got to work. It felt like hours passed as they posed for photos. (_____) fell against the couch exhausted with Reo laughing and taking a seat next to them. He took their Santa hat off and guided their head to lean on his shoulder. “You did great (_____)!” Reo praised as he leaned his head on top of theirs.

(_____) smiled and played with his fingers. “So did you.” Reo kissed the top of their head with a smile as thanks. The two sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's presence. The next day Reo checked his phone and saw the name of the photo shoot. (______) (Last Name) and Reo Mikage as each other's Santa Baby.

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐭

Rin sat cross-legged on the floor, iPad propped up against a pillow like it was a shrine. His AirPods were in, tongue slightly poking out the corner of his mouth in deep concentration.

You peeked over his shoulder.

“Are you playing Talking Ben?”

He didn’t even blink. “Ben’s giving me stock advice.”

You snorted. “You’re literally arguing with a cartoon dog.”

“He said no when I asked if you’re annoying.” Rin turned to you, deadpan. “He lies.”

“That's pity Rin.” He grumbled and closed the app and opened roblox instead, clicking on a game.

You flopped next to him, stealing one AirPod and sticking it in. The iPad immediately blasted some chaotic Roblox tycoon music.

“You made your avatar look like Sae.”

“That was on purpose,” he muttered, buying yet another speed coil. “So I can run him off the map.”

You blinked. “That’s the most emotionally charged thing you’ve ever said.”

Rin finally looked at you, lowering the volume just slightly.

“…You wanna play too?”

“Only if I get to push Sae into the lava.”

He handed you his old iPad, already logged in. “I made you an account yesterday. Your name’s ‘RinLover69.’”

You blinked. “…You’re so unserious.”

“I’m literally the most serious one in this server,” he replied, tapping furiously. “We’re raiding Sae’s base at 4.”

God help you, you were in love with this idiot.

A/n: “I'm in love with the thought of Rin being an iPad kid okay.”

the way i cried tears of joy 😪

ice cream - s. itoshi

itoshi sae hated the current situation that he was in.

mud squelching underneath his boots, sae held the soccer ball in his hands carefully, only the tips of his fingers touching the mud-covered soccer ball. rin had accidentally kicked it too far away, and just as sae went to go get the ball, it started raining.

no, pouring.

at the ripe age of nine years old, sae knew very well of what he liked and disliked. he liked salted kombucha tea. he disliked interviewers and the media. he liked seagulls. he disliked people giving him expectations. he liked the end of summer. he didn’t like overly emotional people. he loved soccer. he hated school. he loved rin.

he just didn’t know how to feel about you.

you were his next door neighbor, and you were…strange? no, that wasn’t the right word. but sae didn’t know what way to describe you; you cried over small things, you ate far too unhealthy, and you talked to him a lot. but at the same time, you were kind to rin, you would use your allowance to buy sae bottles of water when he ran out during practice, and you never seemed to mind his rude nature. he would sometimes buy you ice cream to repay you for buying him water, which you always beamed at.

his heart would stutter just a little at the sight of you, his cheeks would warm just a little bit at your compliments, and his eyes would glimmer just a little at the sight of your smile.

choked sobs were the last thing that sae expected to hear in the pouring rain.

your bike next to you and your hands grasping the bike handles, warm tears rolled down your cherry colored cheeks uncontrollably. raising an eyebrow, sae decided to stay outside just a little bit longer. “what now?” sae asked, walking over to you through the puddles of water that begin to form. you began to choke out something incoherent before sae rolled his eyes, scoffing. “speak clearly. you sound like you belong in an asylum.”

“t-the ice cream! it’s gone! they don’t have it anymore! and i went to a farther store to get one, but theirs was too expensive!” you exclaimed, wiping away your tears rapidly, the rain running down your hair. sae’s head tilted to the left slightly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“the ice cream…?” he thought of the ice cream shop nearby, the one he always bought you and rin ice cream from.

“the type that you first bought me! the vanilla flavored one with the popsicle.”

oh, that one. sae didn’t get it; it was just an ice cream, what was so special about it? you could literally just buy it online or something. “you just said that another store had it.” he pointed out. “can’t you just borrow some of your parents’ money or something?”

“it was 300 yen, and i only have 210 yen on me.” you muttered. “and mama and papa are already having a hard enough time with money. i dont wanna keep on bothering them.” sae frowned; god, why couldn’t this just end quickly? it was raining so damn hard.

“it’s still just an ice cream.”

“no, it’s not!” you cried. “sae, this was the first ever ice cream you bought me, this was the ice cream i ate when my parents divorced, the was the ice cream i ate when i did bad on a test to feel better, this was the ice cream i ate when i did good on a test to celebrate, and this was the ice cream that i always buy.” you sniffed.

sae blinked. this ice cream was special to you…because this was the first ever one that he had bought you? his heart raced unbearably fast, to the point where he could hear his heart beating in his ears. his face was on fire right now despite the cold rain hitting his head and shoulders every moment, and he glanced away.

“wait here. i’ll be back soon.” sae ran back into his house, ignoring his parents’ calls of concern and rin’s desire for the soccer ball, and emptied his piggy bank.

3000 yen. that was enough for you to buy ten of them.

he ran back outside to you, and he couldn’t help the slight softness of his features when he realized that you’ve stopped crying. he shoved the money into hour hands, looking down at you. when you looked up at him as if he were some sort of saint, his face hardened, and he scowled. “this is only because your crying is annoying. and don’t go back to that farther store until the rain stops, because you’ll just get hurt and start crying to me again.”

despite his unbelievably rude words, you beamed. “thank you, sae! you’re so kind!”

sae swore that he could feel his heart exploding.

years later, sae is back from spain to renew his passport. he’s staying at his house for a while; after all, he’s always been the favorite child. he takes a walk around the neighborhood just to relive the nostalgia before he has to inevitably return to spain in a month or so. as he’s walking, his eyes eventually linger on the old ice cream store that he used to buy you and rin ice cream at.

with thinking, he slides the familiar glass door open. one popsicle with no sugar or artificial flavors won’t hurt him. as he’s scanning the freezers, his eyes zero in on one.

a certain vanilla flavored popsicle.

his eyes can’t help but soften as he remembers that day in the rain, and he picks the popsicle up, walking to the check out counter. he’s glad that it’s in stock again, although it probably took a while. at the checkout counter, he expected to see the kind old auntie who owned the store, but instead, his jaw went slack at the sight in front of him.

it’s you.

you seem just as shocked as he is, the name tag pinned on your shirt reflecting off of the store’s plastic lights. sae’s eyes widen by just a fraction; he didn’t see you during his neighborhood walk yet, but he thought that you would just be busy or something. how ironic, the fact that you’re working in the very store you once cried over.

but sae can’t help but notice. he can’t help but notice the same glimmer in your eyes. he can’t help but notice how your hair is just a little bit longer.

he can’t help but notice how beautiful you look.

“you’re back!”

a/n: could you tell that this was inspired by that one scene in better than the movies? reading that book for the first time altered my brain chemistry. also, i know that i said i have a hard time writing for sae, so im just trying this out because this prompt fits best with him.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲. ʏ. ɪsᴀɢɪ

⏤͟͟͞͞✧𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐱 !𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

⏤͟͟͞͞𖦹𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your loving boyfriend changed after the last time you saw him before blue lock.

⏤͟͟͞͞⚠︎𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

⏤͟͟͞͞✐𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this took so long because of no motivation, not proofread.

Having Isagi as your boyfriend was truly an experience that you are forever grateful for. It has its ups and downs but overall its been a total dream. Well I mean it was before he changed.

Less time outside and more time inside with his hands firmly gripping your waist and an unmoving determination to do... Something? He seemed almost scared? Whatever it was he wasn't like this before.

See, he was truly a sweetheart when you met him. Sure he could say some jaw dropping shit to people on the field but you brushed it off as stuff said in the heat of the moment. It's not like he said any of the stuff to you so it's all good, right?

Plus, he wouldn't judge you at your lowest so you shouldn't judge him either. He was just seriously into soccer and he wasn't gonna let anyone take that away from him. He felt the same way about you too. Which at first glance seemed sweet a few weeks into dating you noticed that he wasn't always a sweetheart especially when you were around. He would always hold your hand tighter and try to stay close to you. Not terrible right? Well he does that because one time one of his dearest teammates came over to introduce themself and Isagi... Didn't like that at all.

"So yeah nice to meet you I'm Chigiri" He reached out his hand, a nice calm and genuine gesture. He was respectful and had a vibrancy that you couldn't exactly explain but you just knew he seemed like a good friend and man to Isagi. As soon as your hands are at least an inch away from each other a loose ball comes flying directly at your hand which made him withdraw.

You guys both looked in the direction that ball was flying from and saw Isagi rubbing the back of his neck and nervously smiling and laughing. "My bad guys! Loose ball, you guys okay?" Chigiri looked curious for a second before looking at Isagi with a smile and shaking his head softly. You nervously laughed too but it was more of a laugh of uncertainty

"Watch out, Isagi. You almost took our heads off!" The redhead laughed and looked at you with a soft smirk. "This dude can't aim for shit" you giggle light heatedly and wave Chigiri 'bye' as he walked back on the field pass Isagi who was approaching you.

"You totally almost took our hands off with that, Ichi" You smiled and giggled as he took your hand into his and lightly kissed it. He looked at you right in your eyes with a soft expression and pressed a small kiss on your forehead. "That was my bad, won't happen again, pretty girl." He pulled you into a warm embrace and rested his chin on your head. Little did you know that his facial expressions darkened as he looked at Chigiri in the distance but popped right back to normal as you kissed his cheek and excused yourself to get lunch.

So that was a bit weird but it didn't stop there. One time while you were walking around the spacious blue lock facility you made a wrong turn and saw a little bit of the changing room and it was.... Occupied to say the least. Your face lit up and you quickly walked away but to your misfortune someone saw you or rather some people.

"Found somethin you liked, tiny?"

Damnit! You turn around quickly towards the voice and see two shirtless guys. One with a lime stripe through his snowy locks and one with more darker hair that snaps at strange ankles. Wait, that sounds like.. Otoya? Karasu?

"Oh! I'm sorry! I know how this looks but I promise I wasn't peaking I was just trying to fi-" "Shhhh, it's okay. You don't have to lie, you were bored because you were left unattended and now you want something to excite you."

"What!?! Okay there's a big misunderstanding I'm actually looking for my boyf-"

"Y/N...What the fuck..." There he was. At the end of the dark hallway walking towards you 3 with a scarily quiet and angry face. His steps were heavy and echoed down the hallway. He stopped a few feet away from karasu and otoya and he looked... Deranged. His veins were bulging out on his neck and hands. He fists were already balled up and he didn't break eye contact with either of the two men.

"You're dating Mr. Average, Tiny?" Karasu looked at Isagi with a goofy face. Like he was trying to decipher the joke or trying to figure out the sum of money I was being paid to go along with him

"Such a shame." Otoya shook his head and rested his head in the palm of his hand.

"Truly not bon." The dark haired man said as made a 'smarty' face and pretended to hold a magnifying glass while examining you carefully. He frowned upon his inspection.

Isagi looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel and he just got done with a game so this is the last thing he needed. You hauled your boyfriend off down the hallway to somewhere else. Where otoya and karasu wouldn't be able to antagonize your precious Isagi anymore.

The final straw though was when you were walking around with some water and towels for your beloved Isagi but you had the misfortune of running into Rin first. A tired and sweaty Rin. He was panting heavily and his hair draped over his face but as soon as he heard the door close and saw you with all that equipment, he quickly took his fill.

Of course you let him know real fast that the stuff wasn't for him but it's not like he'd care, he's Rin Itoshi. Stuck up bastard. You weren't gonna let him just take it, no you were going to fight for that shit you got it for Isagi not for his bitch ass.

You jumped at him and pushed him into a wall and tried to take the towels back from him. Damn genetics for making this man so masculine. He just basically picked you up and threw you. The bottle of water you brought for your boyfriend is now wasted on the floor and a perfect object to trip over. Which is exactly what happened, his foot landed in the bottle causing it to roll and he immediately caught himself on the wall you were thrown against.

Wonderful. Blue lock's number one prick and arch nemesis of your boyfriend has you pinned to the wall.

Your face was seething with anger but all of it seemed to simmer away into fear when your boyfriend walked in and saw the scene.

Dirty room, heavy breathing and sweat. And of course, Rin Itoshi pinning his girlfriend to the wall with the most angry face in the world. Not to mention she didn't look all too amused either.

Rin muttered a soft 'shit' which set isagi off it wasn't as simple as isagi giving someone a death stare from across the room or confronting them with a firm grip or even a punch/fight. This wasn't a punch moment. This was a murder moment. As soon as Rin processed how the scene looked he pushed you away from him and stood up straight.

"I don't care about your girlfriend, she got in the w-

Isagi quietly walked over in less than a second it seemed like and grabbed one of the weights off the gym equipment and Frissbeed it at Rin. Which he just barely dodged. As soon as he regained his balance he stared at Isagi like he was crazy which honestly is acceptable especially after Isagi pushed Rin straight into the gym equipment trying to get him to his neck on the steel bench.

"Fuck all that you're trying to say right now, the only thing I want to hear from you is the sound of your soul leaving your useless, good for nothing, pig shit body."

You finally catch up to what's happening and immediately try to take Isagi off Rin which doesn't work out so despite all of the voices in your head telling you not to do it. You sandwich yourself in between them and try to pry Isagi off him which actually works. It's not very effective though because as soon as he gets off he grips your body tightly. Not harmful but firm, possessive, and blood hungry.

"Ichi! Please stop! Calm down it was a big misunderstanding!"

"Oh, I've seen enough. Enough to make me want to bash this entitled prick's skull open."

He got back up again and charged at Rin. By this time Rin was well aware of the situation and was willing to protect himself by any means possible so when isagi came close Rin grabbed isagi by his shirt and stared him down for a bit before pushing him into the wall. With that, it went from an attack to a fight.

It was bad enough trying to keep your boyfriend away from Rin but now you have to get them away from each other. Your boyfriend wasn't the same person he once was. He was a blood hungry hound at this point.

You wanted to run out and get someone to help but you knew that if you left the room someone was going to get serious hurt or even die. In the middle of your mental panic you saw your boyfriend just fly directly into the metal work out equipment.

You swore that you could see a drop of blood coming out of his mouth and you're almost 100 percent sure he bit his tongue. You thought that this would've been the action that put him out of commission but you were wrong... 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

You don't even remember what happened. You just remember Rin yelling and a hard thing hitting you in your head. The last thing you heard were the sounds of your body hitting the floor and a loud crash.

When you came to, you were surrounded by a few of isagi's friends and teammates. Bob cut.. Yellow.... Oh yeah that's Bachira, Chigiri, white hair... Tall... Is that... Nagi? Purple? Hanging with the white haired dude? Definitely Reo...

It doesn't matter, they were talking about something... You just hear little parts of their conversations. "Is he okay?" "I dunno but I just know that we won't see him for a while." "Why are we ignoring the fact he got taken away somewhere else for 'psyche evaluation'!?"

"Who are you guys talking about??"

"Nothing, just something we saw on tv"

The room filled with silence as a few heads turn in your direction before Chigiri walked up and put a friendly hand on your shoulder.

"Where's Ichi?"

The room filled with silence again with a few mumbles this time and put your mind at intense unease. You looked at Chigiri with an intense expression.

"Tell me what happened. Please"

With a sigh and a couple of nods of approval Chigiri explained the situation. "Isagi put Rin into a coma at least we think it's a coma. Isagi himself was already in bad condition from the fight but eventually when word came around Ego was notified and took Isagi away for something. He said it was a 'Psyche evaluation' but the last guy that he took away...—" He looked away before eyeing you again. "We never saw him again, not in the same state he was in before anyway"

Your mind bent and contorted into shapes you didn't even think were possible. You were so worried for your boyfriend that you didn't do anything leading up to the moment he was released. When he was released... He seemed sorta the same on the outside, maybe more quieter and closer to you but... On the inside he was angry. He was so angry and constantly paranoid that he didn't let you out of his sight for a minute.

Which brings us up to date.

Tonight was special because you managed to convince isagi to go out with you to celebrate his recent win in a big soccer tournament. So you got ready in the nicest but still casual outfit you had and waited for your boyfriend who was still in the mirror upstairs.

Eventually he came down stairs dressed a few minutes after. You guys got in the car and began to drive to one of your favorite spots to eat. Isagi looked so good with one veiny hand on the steering wheel and one firmly secured on your thigh possessively. Every bump, crack and dip in the road nudges his fingers closed and closer into the valley in between your legs.

Eventually you guys get to your designated location and have a fun time. Laughing, drinking, a little bit of flirting all the good stuff. However it wasn't good forever when you noticed that there was a guy across the room that was locking eyes with you every time you saw him. He just wouldn't stop looking.

You were kinda scared of telling isagi because he was for sure take you home and not finish the date. So you let it happen for a little longer. A moment of eye contact and engaging with your boyfriend, a sip of your drink and then this fucking creep. Eventually you get tired of it and you aren't even scared of the repercussions.

"Hey, Ichi?" You sounded kinda hesitant and he definitely heard it. "Hmm?" He lifted his head from his drink and looked at you with a slim level of concern.

Well you can't stop now.

"Hey so I don't know if you noticed but like.. I'm kinda uncomfortable because I think someone has been staring at me for hella long and it's kinda bothering me."

By the time you opened your eyes this mf was nowhere to be seen. When you did find him he was standing up in the middle of the fucking restaurants eyeing everyone in the vicinity that you were glancing at.

Eventually he saw a guy that despite Isagi's Ballsy pose in the middle of the restaurant that guy never took his eyes off of you which is really bothering you.

In an instant he shoved him into a table and caused a complete bar fight scene like the ones in the movies and you sat there somewhat embarrassed, somewhat proud but all the way shocked.

This night ended with an unconscious man on the floor, broken tables, and getting kicked out of the store. Isagi was pissed but happy that he defended you, if it weren't for that employee he would've killed that man.

You don't know what it was that he had to go through for his 'psyche evaluation' but whatever it was, it completely removed any trace of your former boyfriend and replaced it with a jealous murderer.

Not like you were going to do anything about it, if isagi did all that stuff go random people what would he do to you if you tried to leave him? It rattle your brain. I mean he was good to you and genuinely loved you do why would you leave?

You thought he could read your mind with how his grip tensed on your hip. He liked down at you, his eyes glowed blue with something that wasn't his usual joy and love. You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"You're my girl forever, right?" His face was unwavering and he stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk waiting for your response

"Y-yeah, of course, baby"

ahhh I understand, I’m glad you replied to my request though! can you simply just make reader a childhood friend of Isagi but the scenario is that reader wants to have her first kiss with Isagi because she trusts him and secretly has a big crush on him?

✦ 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. (𝐅𝐭. 𝐘. 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢)

Syn: You need your first kiss according to your friends by you only trust one person

Pairings: Yoichi Isagi x Reader.

A/N: sorry about the rushed ending I already took farr too long to make this so yeah

This was one of the nights you would dream of, hanging out with your friends and doing things that you probably shouldn't but who gives a fuck really? The night was starting to get rather grey before one of your friends suggested truth or dare.

Overused? Sure. But it worked, the room was bustling with chatter before it was your turn.

"Truth or dare Y/N?"

You tilted your head to the side as in you were thinking hard about this simple choice.

"Hmmm, Truth"

"Okay! Whose the first boy you've kissed?"

Damn, She got you. The room was quiet and at first your friends got excited because they thought silence was thinking, as in you missed so many guys you can't remember. But no, it was stalling and it wasn't helping anything.

"I... I um, actually never kissed a dude before"

The room was quiet again before a loud surge basically shattered your ears. Things like "WHAT!? Y/N YOU'RE DROP DEAD GORGEOUS HOWWW" Or "That's a lie, you're not lying, right?" Or... "Ha. Loser" Just what you needed on an already exhausting night.

"I'm being serious! I just never really... Y'know..."

Two of your friends eyed you suspiciously before whispering amongst themselves.

"Okay, well Y/N if you were going to have your first kiss right now and you could pick anyone, who would it be with?".

There was another pause but this one seemed more acceptable. Your mind searched through all of its core memories to find a person who could fit the criteria for your first kiss. They have to have decent looks, a nice reputation and personality and basic love for you.

You could only think of one person that could meet all those standards. Your friend; Yoichi Isagi.

"Well I guess I would have to go with Yoichi Isagi, I mean he's stuck to my side for a few years."

Your friends quietly searched the memory for any sight or interaction with this kid.

"Ohhh you mean that kid on the soccer team?" One of your friends jumped up as they heard the origin of the mysterious kid.

"Oh! Yeah I remember now. He's a cute one" your other friend shouted out, clearly not caring who was in the room listening to her.

"Yeah, heh..." You say while subconsciously staring daggers at your friend.

"Y/N!!! Tell your friends that their parents are here!"

Everyone kinda heard themselves so they all emptied the room themselves. You waved goodbye to everyone and got ready to go to bed.

As the day started up again all you could think about was the events that transpired last night. It only got worse when you heard that sweet, sweet voice...

"Hey! Y/N! How you didn't think you could escape me for another second of the day, did you?"

No.... Of course not. I mean the huge soccer playing, all seeing menace definitely would've found me anyway with those eyes and that brain of his.

"Why have you been avoiding me? Is it because of that game? I know it was sorta, kinda, bad for me but at least we won"

"No, no it's not the game I.... I just had a huge night"

"wanna talk about it?"

"...Later" You say dismissively.

Gosh he was hot... Did he always look at you with that passion in his eyes? No! This is your Best friend! You can't do that to him... You don't like him you're being silly.... But he's so damn cute, such nice lips, such a nice smile.. and that feral smirk he gets on the field.

You were kinda nervous about talking to him later, even though it was just your friend Isagi, it didn't feel so innocent anymore especially when you have thoughts like this going through your head. It doesn't matter that much though... You'll just talk when you guys talk... Nothing will go.... Wrong?

"You like me Y/N!?" Isagi questioned with a red face that's seeking validation.

"w-what!? Where the hell did you learn that information!?"

"From Y/F"

Damn it, your friend, the one person you thought you could trust ratted you out. You swore that when you saw them again it was up.

"I... I...." You couldn't even form sentences, what the fuck!? Your friend just snitched on you!

"I also heard from a little birdie that you wanted a certain blue eyed guy with a passion for talking shit and making goals to fulfill the honor of giving you your first kiss."

"Damn, that bitch can't keep her mouth shut for shit!"

He laughs lightheartedly before grabbing your hands and bringing you closer to him. He brushes your hair from your face and that feral look and his eyes were replaced with something much more soft and tame.

"I like you too Y/N, so much in fact that I might just give you more than just a kiss that you've been so desperately seeking"

He shared that same warm smile before pulling you close by your waist and planting a warm kiss on your soft lips, you kinda just melted into him and he did the same, it became sloppy pretty fast. You guys didn't even see that anyone could've just walked by and saw you guys.

When you guys finally separated to catch your breath he leaned his forehead on yours and chuckled before grabbing your hand and pulling you into his arms.

"I've wanted to do that for a while... Also I won't forgive you for holding out on me" There's the Isagi you remember. He's still in there somewhere?

𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯, 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯, 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯! (Pt.1)

Synopsis. Just a tiny little flash from you and they boys are no longer humans, they're animals.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Otoya x Reader, Kunigami x Reader, Kenyu x Reader, Rin x Reader

A/N: this took too long MB but I wanted it to be good (it's not💀)

𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯, 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯, 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯! (Pt.2)

Synopsis. Just a tiny little flash from you and they boys are no longer humans, they're animals.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Isagi x Reader, Bachira x Reader, Nagi x Reader, Reo x Reader, Shidou x Reader

A/N: this took too long MB but I wanted it to be good (it's not💀)

IM NOT SURE IF UR DOING BLUE LOCK BUT CAN U DO A SHORT OR LONG FANFIC (your choice of how long or short it can be) ABT ISAGI WITH A SPORT PHOTOGRAPHER READER WHOS OBSESSED WITH SOCCER BECAUSE THEY USED TO PLAY SOCCER BUT QUIT SINCE OF INJURIES AND MONEY ISSUES??

OH MY GOSH YOU'RE MY FIRST REQUEST THANK YOU! 😭😭😭

But yeah definitely I hope I don't disappoint 😵‍💫

Smile for the camera!

Syn: A sports photographer has their sights on a certain blue eyed player

Pairs: !former soccer player Y/N x Yoichi Isagi

A/N: Its kinda scrappy but I have been writing as much anymore so yeah sorry. Other than I hope you enjoy it.

NOT PROOFREAD

If there's one thing you would haven't wanted to be imprinted on your grave it'd probably best soccer player in the world. We'll maybe not that far but you were pretty good, good enough to go pro. Well, you were. I mean you could kick a ball for several yards and run across a field with enough speed to dust the enemy team and your team, but those days are over.

Even though your soccer career was over your love for soccer wasn't going anywhere. In fact, it's growing. If you couldn't be on the field playing you could do the next best thing, you could document everything! Specifically, through photography.

So, there you are sitting in the front of the stadium with your overly expensive camera turned on and ready to capture everything. Suddenly everything gets quiet, did you miss something? Did someone hurt? The stadium erupted with screams of excitement as the screen read BLUELOCK.

All of the athletes enter the stadium onto the field and you practically jump out of your seat to capture everything on your camera. Player after player, Meguru Bachira, Seishiro Nagi, Eita Otoya.... Rin itoshi... Man, that dude irritates you. I mean he's cool and all but he doesn't change he performs great every match.

However it's that one wild card that has the stadium quiet, Yoichi Isagi you know that one dude on the field that you're like "oh I know him, he's that one dude" but despite public opinion you thought he was pretty cool. If you were going to record the media of the game, you'd have to be unbiased.

But gosh he was such a rare specimen. So underrated yet so impressive. Look at him; confidently walking across that field. Head up high, taking huge steps, large breaths and an undying fire in his eye. Yup that's him in the flesh alright. Yoichi Isagi was right before you, and ready to play for your amusement.

As the match started it was just as anticipating as you had hoped, kicks, jump, tricks, stuff you were all far fat to accustomed to. Well, used to. Things are different now, you just have to adjust accordingly. I mean it's not all that bad! Just imagine what life would've been like if you never got hurt! It would've been great... If you had the money...

SCORE!!! 0-1

Shit! You just missed the damn goal because you're fantasizing of things you have had a chance of doing! Wait 0-1? The other team scored? Bluelock is losing?

You redirect your attention back to the players, their bodies already glistening with sweat so gracefully under the stadium lights. Wow they look good in those skintight suits and those nice velvety jerseys and of course, he stood out like a sore thumb.

That crazed and passionate look in his eyes it just drove you crazy. FOCUS, record the stupid match! You only have one job so do it well. You focus your camera back onto the field, catching both teams into frame and getting close ups on each member, their skill, their body, their face... Wait.

The match continued like normal with bluelock making their eventual comeback. Top scorer, Rin itoshi and 15 minutes left on the clock. Oh well, it's just going to be another one of those boring matches, same line up with Rin at the top.

You set your camera back up unenthusiastically and kept watching the field the ball was flying across the field at speeds you didn't even know was possible. Oh shit was the enemy team actually about to score!? That's all you could understand after it happened.

There he was, in a trance with those swirly eyes. Rushing past all of his teammates, saving the ball and scoring all by himself. Yup that's right, that's Yoichi Isagi your golden ticket.

After the match was over the score was 5-3 Bluelock won with a prideful stance. Yoichi Isagi was alone! Perfect! This is the perfect time for you to give him this photo you caught of him! But what if he thinks it's creepy or he thinks you're creepy!?

"Hey, are you good there?"

"huh!?" You jump out of your trance at the sound of a voice, his voice.

He shifts his eyes to the photograph in your hand.

"Oh, are you a fan? Do you want me to sign your photograph?"

You stupidly mumble a response. "I- No. I- wan-wan't you to keep it.."

"Oh, wow you took this? I actually look half decent in it. Thank you"

His smile was radiant a sun of light compared to your gloomy clouds. He was so gentle and kind. He took the picture and happily placed it in his pocket, making sure to keep it in a position that would damage the photo as he walked.

You were so panicked and nervous by meeting your idol up close and as he started to make his leave you quickly blurted out.

"I used to play soccer too!"

What. Did he ask? Why would he even c-

"No way, really? Why'd ya stop?" He walked back towards you with a new founded interest.

"I got in an accident so I just moved into my backup; Photography"

He smiled and waved the picture around in the air. "Well you're really good at it!"

Your face grew red and you stuttered out a thank you. He smiled even wider and stuck his hand out happily.

"I'm sure you already know but I'm Yoichi Isagi and you?"

Of course you already knew you've been stalking this guy ever since your accident.

"Y/N"

"Well, thank you Y/N the picture is beautiful. And so are you"

Coming in hot aren't we? Why the fuck did he say that. Why the fuck did I say that? You both kinda just stand there for a moment before smiling and laughing. You can't believe it, you're talking to your idol like you guys are best friends.

"Y/N was it? I gotta go soon, my team is waiting on me so I'll talk to you later"

He pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and writes his number on the paper before briefly handing it to you.

"It was great meeting you Y/N! Bye! Have a good day!"

And just like that he was gone, but you were still there holding his number in your hand like a sacred object. (It kinda was.) Not like it mattered you already knew what you were doing when you got home.

Sorry for the rushed ending, 😔 I just wanted to get this out but it was a lot of fun writing definitely would do something like this in the future.

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅

[System Starting…]

[Choose your mission]

In a time when multiple of the same idea exist, our main character has to restore the balance to the world they are called on. You, Agent Z, are tasked with fulfilling the last wishes and regrets of these characters. Prepare yourself to become immersed completely in a new identity.

The Main objective, become the female lead.

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How To Stop a Tragedy

Danganronpa 3: The Anime (Despair Side)

So what do you do with yourself now? If you could describe life in a metaphor, you’d be drowning in lemons. Disaster is at every corner. A whole class is bullying one student. Another has a walking force of nature. The new recruits are looking iffy. Sister branches are a mess. The government is doing something sketchy. And you swear one of the freshman is planning world anarchy? Is it possible to graduate without a national disaster? Heck, is it possible to graduate alive? Asha is about to find out!

Boost Your Ego

Villians, Heros, and Issues, Oh My!

Paris in Peril: Revenge Against the Plot

Let’s Play Mind Games

So Have You Heard of Kingdom Hearts

First Mission: Can I Save A L-Light

The Humans, The Otherworldly, and The Help

If All Fails, Kill the Director

My Crafty Chronicles: Of a Girl Who Wants Better

Girl’s Gone Crazy, Boy’s Gone Wild, Tales From an Evil Child

I Will Live For Her, Not You

Rainy Day

As the rain dropped from the sky in the quiet neighborhood, someone was not so quietly cursing themselves out. “Shit! I’m going to be late. My mom’s gonna kill me!” Running like a mad man down the street to her bus stop, cause only idiots run in the rain. To spare herself of the incoming incident she could have just walked. Or I dare say, get in trouble and have her phone taken away for the night. But no, she decided to test fate, as always, and risk running in the rain.

She would regret this decision

“Shouldn’t have stayed up all night watching YouTube. Just because there is like 10 MHA abridged’s, doesn’t mean you have to watch all 10 of them plus movies… I really don’t want my phone taken away.”

It was as if god(s), if any, heard her unserious plea. Because gosh be darned, she done this stick for 3 years now.

HOW THE FUCK WAS THIS THE FIRST TIME SHE TRIPPED!!! LIKE WAS THIS DIVINE LUCK OR WAS THE WORLD FUCKING WITH HER!!

Sticking the landing straight one her ass, letting her clothes get soaked to death, she sat there, stunned. As she was reeling from what one could call divine fuckery or karma, her day was about to get a whole lot worse.

Headlights dawned on her figure as she turned around. She couldn’t move, she was going to get hit. The bus couldn’t see her through the heavy rain and neither could her bus mates waiting not even a few steps away. She couldn’t move. She should be moving, she ain’t no horror movie cliche, she should be able to move. But it’s as if her whole body just gave in, like she wanted this. All she could think was of the end. That she would die to a school bus.

‘This is it. This is what kills me. Fucking school. I at least thought it was going to be me, or my mom, or hell, even a fiery blaze. Not a fucking school bus. I’m going to die. I never got to go to a convention by myself. I’ll never finish those fics I wanted to. I’ll never have a graduation or become 18 or vote or lose my virginity. Actually I can live without that last one. Oh my god, I never got to see my old friends, or finish SAO abridged… yeah the first one seemed more important. But what about my parents, my sister, my best friend? I just started caring about my life, I was going to live all my cliche high school dreams. I JUST turned 17, and that birthday sucked! What kinda bullshit is this! I don’t want this! I hate this! I was going to do so much! And now I can’t. I love my family, I love my friends, I love my life! If I’m gonna die I don’t want it to be to a school bus. It’s going to hurt like hell. And no one is gonna to benefit from it! THEY CANT EVEN SEE ME! What a waste! At least let me end it myself. I’m never going to see those around me grow up, I am never going to grow up. And screw heaven, I’m not even guaranteed that fake luxury. I’m never going to finish my favorite mangas. Or games. Or animes. Or anything.’

As the pain of getting hit by a 1,000 pound bus did, in fact, hurt like hell.

Crawling with her last ounce of strength reaching for the broken phone, she typed or tried to type her last words.

‘God, Buddha, Zeus, Cthulhu, Mother Nature, or who ever the hell is upstairs, if any, please at least let thi s se nd. A nd h o w d o e s B l ue L o c k

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Starting system…

Finding host..

System host found.

Welcome Host!

To the Female Lead System!

Do you want to join?

Yes No

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Choosing for Host…

Yes

Heavily inspired by: Cheating Men Must Die

ᯓ★ thinking about how he pretends like he’s winning the idgaf war but the second you invite him to matcha and yap with you he’s putting on his best outfit, spraying his nicest cologne, and on the way to meet you (he doesn’t even like matcha that much.) and then afterwards he’s kicking his feet and blushing like a girl, writing his notes app entry about your “date” today and how your hand had brushed his for a little too long whilst you were explaining something that had went over his head—his attention was wholly focused on the cute faces you made when you were excited.

god forbid anyone ever stumble upon his locked notes, they’re lengthy, movie-transcript worthy accounts of each hangout.

—ITOSHI RIN, karasu tabito, ISAGI YOICHI (bllk), FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, inumaki toge, GOJO SATORU (jjk), TARTAGLIA, heizou, kinich (genshin)

my life will be yours if you make a fic about sae with a foreign reader, they met at some random cafe where he was because he wanted some peace and quiet, and he just so happened to see reader, who’s a bit clumsy and accidentally spilled their coffee on him, and so they offered to clean it for him (or buy him the same one.) somehow, he seems so enchanted by reader that he just wordlessly nods, even though he could buy like 10 copies of the same (expensive) sweater he was wearing right now, and he just kind of follows reader around like a lost puppy, and reader finds it super adorable!! he just buys whatever the reader wants, even if they just look at it for one split second, and he’s already checking it out and swiping his card :)) aaaarghfhf i love sae he’s such a cutie +_+

accidental love at first sight

itoshi sae x foreigner!reader. fluff fluff fluff

the meeting went to shit quicker than expected, and after hearing two dozen grown men shouting over each other for several minutes, sae was in desperate need of some peace and quiet.

with the strap of his shoulder bag tight in a fist, sae stepped into the first empty cafe he saw. he’d been back in japan for less than two days and was already sick of it. he wanted nothing more than to hop on a plane to anywhere but there.

he rolled the sleeves of his loewe knit cardigan up to his elbows as he ordered. personally, he thought the sweater was hideous. it’d been a gift from his company back in pain, and his manager insisted on having him wear it to the meeting as a sign of wealth and respect.

sae took his number from the cashier and found one of the empty tables to set his things at. a sigh naturally left his lips as he fell into the booth, not caring if the wood did nothing to cushion his landing. he was exhausted, mentally and physically, and wanted nothing more than to drink his coffee and return to his hotel.

it didn't take nearly as long as it did in spain for him to receive his drink, and sae stood to grab a napkin.

peace and quiet. what a joke.

not two seconds after he stood, a body slammed directly into him, knocking the coffee out of his hand and sending the hot liquid down the front of his cream sweater. sae kept his face neutrally blank, but the breath he let out trembled around the edges.

"oh no, i'm so sorry!" a voice shouted in panicked, broken japanese. when sae opened his eyes, he knew right away that you were visiting from out of town, like him.

your face was pale as you wiped napkins over his chest, pushing the dark coffee further into the expensive fabric. your rambling continued in a language sae didn't speak, and before you could embarrass either of them any further, he clasped a hand over your wrist to bring your nervous scrubbing to a stop.

"i'm clumsy," you scolded yourself, fists balling the napkins now soaked through with coffee. "i will buy you a new drink." you weren't asking, and sae didn't know if you were being assertive or if it was the slight language barrier. no matter the reasoning, he found himself nodding along wordlessly.

"i will buy your sweater, too," you offered while approaching the cashier, but when sae told you the price, you flashed a large, nervous grin. "i will clean your sweater. sorry, i said buy by mistake."

sae didn't know what it was about you, but your words brought a small smile to his lips. he couldn't help but be utter enchated by you as you ordered and paid for his replacement drink before informally asking (more like demanding) for his number. "for the, uh, sweater!"

"we can go now," sae surprised himself by offering, but the way your face brightened made him glad he suggested it. "alright! i have no plans. let's go!"

☆ ☕️

sae hardly remembered offering you his number, but he couldn't forget the feel of your fingers against his palm as you plucked the scrap of paper from his hand.

that was two weeks ago. sae often lost interest in things in two minutes. however, two whole weeks later, and he still jumped anytime his phone made a noise, chest aching at the thought that it could be you. most of the time it was, as you loved texting him about your day and wishing him luck at work.

you: Are you busy today? I would love to see you before my flight home!

sae: not busy. i'll pick you up and we can go shopping

you: Alright! I will be ready to leave in twenty minutes 😄

he couldn’t say no to you. not that he wanted to; sae would follow you anywhere, buy you anything. he learned, after you took his number while beaming up at him, that he would do anything to make you smile like that again.

even if it meant hurting his wallet for the next few hours.

“what do you think of this one? i feel like it is too sweet on me.” you brought your freshly spritzed wrist to his nose, where sae inhaled the scent of peach blossoms. definitely sweet, but he liked it on you.

“do you want it?”

you hummed and took another sniff. “it’s not too sweet..?”

sae nudged your wrist with his finger. “i like it on you.”

“then i will buy it!”

sae followed you around the outlet with no intentions of letting you pay for anything. anytime you tried, he’d give the cashier a death glare and slip his black card across the counter when they lied and said yours wasn’t compatible with their foreign system.

it got so bad that you had to ask sae to stop trying to buy everything you looked at. “i don’t need a solid gold chess set, really! please put the card away.”

though he had terrible financial responsibility, sae followed you around like a lost puppy, and you found that utterly adorable. “i will miss you when i fly back home. are we friends? can i text you?”

“yes,” sae answered without hesitation. his face remained blank, but you noticed the very tips of his ears were slightly flushed and smiled big at him. “to both.”

“then i will text you! and maybe i will return so you can take me on a real date!”

more than just the tips of sae’s ears turned pink when you leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “until then, friend!”

an: the friend zone is temporary they def hold hands and kiss in cafes

જ⁀♡⊹｡° stranger, that's all i see

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — the 7th ( and last ) part to my seven petals, all poison series! ( masterlist )

♡ word count — 1.8k

♡ content — sae itoshi x fem! reader , sae and reader are 30-31 ish , established relationship ( married ), divorce hinted at ( and said toward the end ), one sided relationship, sae falling out of love with reader, harsh sae, tbh idk what else to add :), not proofread!

♡ synopsis — Ten years ago, you fell in love with a rising star in Spain. A whirlwind romance, a quiet wedding, a promise of forever. But forever is starting to feel like a one-sided vow. Sae Itoshi still wears his ring—but the space beside you in bed stays cold. And love, as it turns out, doesn’t survive on silence.

── .✦ when i look into your eyes, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be

You used to think silence was romantic.

In the beginning, there was something beautiful about sitting next to him in a café with nothing to say, yet feeling everything. Fingers lightly brushing over ceramic coffee mugs, eyes meeting across the table, your knee barely grazing his under the small table. 

You always thought he was a storm kept still just for you. Even his quiet held weight, meaning.

But now?

Silence is a weight you carry alone.

You stare at the seat across from you—his seat. Your fork scrapes across porcelain as you push asparagus and roasted chicken around your plate, untouched. 

Another dinner alone. 

Another meal you plated with too much hope. 

You still try, out of habit. 

You’ve been trying for ten years.

Your eyes flick to the digital clock on the oven.

9:47 PM.

You used to wait.

Now, you just clean up.

You met him in Madrid, fresh out of university, wide-eyed and brilliant with a pen. 

You were a translator at first, then a sideline reporter, and then a full-on broadcaster with glowing reviews. Your Spanish lilted and playful, your insight sharp. 

You caught his eye with the way you didn’t flinch at his silence. How you challenged him, even when others backed away.

Sae Itoshi was the prodigy.

You were just...you.

He said he liked your honesty. You liked his contradictions. He was all ice, but when he touched you, he burned.

You dated for a year. Engaged the next. Married the one after that. It was fast, but it made sense. You were both dreamers in your own ways. He had a career that stole him from the world. You had a world you were willing to shrink, just to stay in his orbit.

At twenty-four, you thought love was enough.

You’ve grown into a different version of yourself—your thirties are here. Your friends are planning holidays with their kids, attending parent-teacher nights, adopting dogs they name after old musicians.

You show up to everything alone.

“Oh, where’s Sae?”

You used to smile and say, “Training.”

Now, you sip your drink and shrug. “You know him.”

Because you do know him. Or at least, you did.

But that version of him—the boy who kissed you in your rain-wet hallway after a win, the man who promised you Venice and three kids and a house with a garden—is gone. 

Or maybe he never existed outside the breathless version of him you imagined in your twenties.

When the season ends, he’s home more. Kind of. You wake up to the sound of him showering. You hear him shuffle around the kitchen, pouring cereal, never coffee. He leaves the bowls in the sink.

He doesn’t ask how you are. He doesn’t notice the way your hand lingers on the fridge, or how your eyes are always just a little too glassy.

It’s not cruel. It’s just...empty. And that hurts more.

The house is quiet—too quiet for something so big. The kind of silence that fills your chest like smoke and refuses to leave.

You stand in the living room with your arms crossed, staring up at the one thing in this house that still feels alive.

A portrait.

Large and centered above the fireplace, preserved like a shrine: your wedding photo.

You don’t even know how long you’ve been standing there, just looking at it. But time doesn’t matter. Not in this house. Not anymore.

You, in that dress you spent weeks hunting for—a soft ivory with a dramatic, low back and a train that shimmered every time you moved. You remember how the lace felt under your fingertips. How your cheeks hurt from smiling too much. How your mother cried when she buttoned you in.

And Sae—

Sae looked at you like you were the only real thing in the world. His hand was at your waist, his mouth pressed against your temple, and the corner of his lips lifted just slightly in a way no one else ever saw.

You remember everything. The flowers you picked out together. The laughter that rang through the courtyard when your uncle accidentally tripped on the runner. The music—God, the music—you two danced to that soft jazz track he liked. He didn’t even want a first dance until he saw how badly you did.

Your fingers tremble as they drift to the ring on your hand.

You twist it, slowly.

You remember the way his thumb brushed over your knuckles when he slid it on. “You sure about this?” he asked, and you’d smiled, breathless. “Always.”

That girl is a ghost now. Her voice lives only in your memories.

You feel your throat tighten.

Then— A voice, sharp and cold, cuts through the haze:

“What are you staring at?”

You jump, heart in your throat.

Sae stands at the doorway, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He’s home earlier than usual. His hair still wet from a shower, his jersey only half-tucked into black sweats. 

He looks tired. He always does now. 

And the worst part is—he doesn’t even try to look at you.

You swallow the lump forming. “Oh. Just our… our picture.”

You smile, soft and nostalgic, still twisting the ring like a habit you can’t break.

“Oh.”

He looks up at it.

His expression doesn’t change. Blank. Like the photo means nothing.

“We need to take that down.”

He says it like he’s mentioning the weather. Like he’s telling you the laundry’s done. Then he walks off into the kitchen, door swinging behind him.

That’s it. The first conversation you’ve had in weeks.

Just seven words. And not one of them about you.

You stay there for a while longer, staring at the photo. At the girl who thought promises meant permanence. At the man who once looked at her like she hung the moon.

You fight for the first time in weeks one morning, over something stupid.

“You said we’d go visit my parents,” you remind him. “They’ve been asking.”

“I have meetings,” he replies, not even looking up from his phone. “You can go.”

“I don’t want to go alone, Sae.”

He finally looks up, brow slightly knit. “Why not?”

You nearly laugh. It’s not funny, but it is—it’s hilarious how little he sees you these days.

“Do you ever want to do anything with me?” Your voice wobbles.

“What kind of question is that?”

You blink. “An honest one.”

He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “You’re being dramatic.”

There it is.

The sentence that breaks you. Not because it’s harsh. But because it’s indifferent.

You leave the room before he sees your tears.

You have the conversation one night in bed. 

You can’t sleep, and his breathing is slow beside you, too far on the edge of the mattress.

“You know I wanted a family,” you whisper into the dark.

He’s silent for so long, you think he’s asleep. Then—

“I never asked you to stay.”

It’s a knife without sharpness. A dull blade. And somehow, that makes it worse.

Your breath hitches. “Is that what I’ve been doing? Staying?”

He doesn’t answer.

Because he knows.

And so do you.

The day you leave, he doesn’t fight. Not really. 

He just watches you pack a small suitcase. You leave the rest. You leave the house. 

You leave the life you waited too long for.

But before you walk out the door, you turn to him. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed, still wearing the shirt you folded for him yesterday.

“I loved you so much, Sae.”

He looks at you like he almost believes you didn’t. “You still do.”

You nod. “Yeah. And that’s the saddest part.”

It’s raining when you step into the cab. Of course it is.

But for the first time in years, the silence inside you starts to sound like peace.

Not absence.

Just...quiet.

The apartment you live in now is smaller. There’s no grand foyer. No marble countertops or a view of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. Just one bedroom, a couch you picked out by yourself, and a kitchen with mismatched plates and mugs.

It’s quiet here, too.

But not the kind of quiet that swallows you whole.

This one... this quiet lets you breathe.

Still, some mornings are harder than others.

You’re sitting at your kitchen table, the rim of your coffee cup pressed to your lips but untouched. 

Your phone buzzes, face-down on the wood. You ignore it. 

You’ve gotten good at that. Letting people reach for you without having to reach back.

But something nags at you. So you flip the phone over.

A headline lights up the screen.

“Sae Itoshi: Better and Better, Even After Divorce.”

At 32, Japan’s prodigal midfielder is aging like fine wine—and nothing seems to slow him down.

Your stomach drops before you can stop it.

The article auto-loads, as if your phone already knew you’d read it.

There’s a photo. He’s on the field in a sharp navy kit. His hair longer than you remember. Still unreadable. Still beautiful in that cold, impossible way.

You skim, even when you don’t want to:

“After a decade at the top, Itoshi continues to impress. His stats have only improved, his stamina unshakable. When asked about his divorce that happened a year ago, the midfielder declined to comment, simply stating, ‘My focus is football.’”

Of course it is.

You set the phone down slowly.

He’s still shining. Maybe brighter than before. And not a single thing has changed.

No stumble. No pause. Just a chapter closed, and a new one opened without you.

You, though?

You left with nothing but your name.

No shared bank accounts. 

No alimony. 

No custody battles—there was nothing to fight over. 

Not even a goldfish to argue about.

You walked away with your clothes, your pride, and a ring in the bottom of a drawer.

And somehow, you’re the one mourning.

Not the man he is now. You don’t even know him.

You mourn the boy who whispered “I love you” in a chapel under Spanish stars.

The man who once kissed your hand like it was sacred.

The version of him who looked at you like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

Not the stranger who took his place.

And still—

Still, when it rains, you think of him.

Still, when you cook too much food, you instinctively plate two servings.

Still, when the crowd cheers on your TV and they zoom in on him—jaw tight, eyes ruthless, chest rising beneath that number ten—you feel something tug deep in your ribs.

You press the phone face-down again, like it’ll help the ache go away.

The coffee’s cold now, but you drink it anyway.

Because you’re still learning how to live without someone who’s very much alive.

Because some love doesn’t die with divorce.

It just turns into something you have to shove down til it disappears.

ohhh sae you stupid, stupid man

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NO BECAUSE SOFT SAEE IS SO CUTEE!!!

HIII this is my first time requesting so it's fine if you can't do it! But I'd like a Spotify wrapped event please! My top artist is Mitski and her "My love mine all mine" thank you so much! Hope you have a nice day/afternoon/evening!!!

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if your top song was my love mine all mine by mitski, i'd pair you with...

sae itoshi

જ⁀♡⊹｡° shine it down here

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event! - masterlist - **this event is now CLOSED**

♡ content — sae itoshi x gn! reader, gn! reader, soft sae!!, established relationship, mention of sae feeling unfulfilled

♡ synopsis — sae itoshi didn't know how much he likes nights in with you until tonight

The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that felt rare in Sae’s whirlwind of a life. Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting faint silver patterns on the living room walls. You sat cross-legged on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, flipping through the pages of a book. Sae was beside you, one arm stretched across the back of the couch, his other hand absently twirling a loose thread on your blanket.

It had been weeks since his last game, and even though his calendar was still packed with meetings, sponsorship obligations, and training sessions, tonight, he chose to stay. With you.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence.

Sae’s gaze lifted from the thread in his fingers to your face, his teal eyes unreadable for a moment before softening. “I like this.”

“This?”

He gestured loosely to the space around you both—the blanket you shared, the faint hum of the world outside, the warmth of your presence. “It’s peaceful.”

Your lips curled into a smile. “You sound surprised.”

“I am,” he admitted. “Most things in my life feel like I don't have enough time to appreciate them," the words coming from him made your heart squeeze with...sadness? joy? you weren't sure. "But this, being with you, I feel like I could stay here forever.”

You tilted your head, watching as he leaned back against the couch. His expression was relaxed, but there was something vulnerable in the way his fingers brushed yours, hesitant, like he was afraid you might slip away.

“I don’t think I tell you enough,” he said, voice low, almost hesitant. “How much this—how much you—matter to me.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, rare and carefully chosen. You shifted closer, your knee brushing against his thigh as you placed your hand on his.

“You don’t have to say it all the time,” you replied gently. “I know.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a moment, the composed, untouchable Sae Itoshi was gone. In his place was someone raw, someone who didn’t always have the right words but wanted to try for you.

“You keep me grounded,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of your hand. “Even when everything else feels like it’s slipping through my fingers.”

The weight of his confession settled between you, a quiet but profound reminder of what you meant to him. Sae might not always know how to show it, but in this moment, under the soft glow of the moonlight, his love for you was undeniable.

SOFT SAE!! SOFT SAE!!

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જ⁀♡⊹｡° the world ended when it happened to me

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — for my childhood best friends to lover series :)

♡ word count — 1.3k

♡ content — sae itoshi x fem! reader, sae itoshi x fem! reader, angst i fear, goes from childhood to the U-20 game, no real explanation for why sae comes back from spain lowkey evil (canon), rin blames reader for sae changing, rin and reader are best friends, best friends brother trope

♡ synopsis — your whole life you've loved sae itoshi, but maybe childhood love wasn't as glamourous as everyone made it seem.

You were always around the Itoshi brothers.

Rin’s best friend, the annoyingly happy girl who somehow made yourself at home in their lives. Sae used to think you were a menace, a constant storm of giggles and relentless chatter that disrupted the quiet balance of his house.

You had been Rin Itoshi’s best friend for as long as you could remember — a whirlwind of energy and relentless optimism, the complete opposite of the quiet, serious boy who barely cracked a smile. But for some reason, he tolerated you. Maybe even liked you, though he'd never admit it.

Sae, on the other hand, made no secret of his disdain.

“Why is she always here?” he muttered one afternoon, rubbing his temples as you sang loudly along to a cartoon theme song.

“She’s my friend,” Rin mumbled through a mouthful of snacks.

“She’s annoying,” Sae shot back, glaring as you dramatically collapsed on the floor like you’d been shot.

“I heard that!” you chirped, grinning up at him.

“Good.”

And yet, the first time you barged into his room, he didn’t yell.

He was sick, curled up in bed, voice scratchy as he warned you from across the room, “Get out. You’ll get sick, idiot.”

But you didn’t listen. You tiptoed in, holding out a crumpled drawing with three stick figures labeled "Rin," "Sae," and "Me," all holding hands beneath a bright yellow sun.

“I made this,” you whispered, as if speaking too loudly would break him. “I wanted you to have it.”

Sae stared at the paper, throat tight. He didn’t thank you, didn’t smile, just turned his head and muttered, “Whatever.”

The week he recovered, his phone rang. He sighed when he saw your name, swiping to answer as he rubbed at his temple.

“You were right,” you croaked, voice completely hoarse. “I got sick.”

Sae rolled his eyes, but there was a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. Yeah. You could stick around.

By the time you started middle school, you were practically part of the Itoshi household. You and Rin stuck together like glue.

You struggled with English — despised it, really — and Rin tried to help, but he wasn’t patient like Sae. So, you turned to the older brother, begging for tutoring sessions.

“No,” he said flatly when you asked.

“Please?” you pleaded, clasping your hands.

“You’re hopeless,” he muttered, but he still helped you.

Sae pretended to hate it, acted like he was being forced to suffer through your presence. But he showed up every day after school, meticulously explaining grammar rules while you doodled on the edges of your notebook.

Somewhere along the way, he started looking forward to those afternoons.

He liked the way you tilted your head when you were confused, how you brightened like the sun when he praised you for getting an answer right. He liked that it was just the two of you — no Rin, no distractions. Just you and him, your elbow knocking against his as you leaned in close to read from his textbook.

And maybe, in your twelve-year-old heart, you started feeling the same.

When Sae was recruited for the Real Madrid Academy at thirteen, the entire town buzzed with excitement. Everyone said it was a miracle, that Sae Itoshi would change Japanese soccer forever.

You were proud of him. But when you lay in bed that night, staring at your ceiling, all you wanted was to beg him to stay.

To keep being your tutor. To keep being around.

The night before he left, Sae texted you to meet him at the park. You assumed Rin would be there, but when you asked, Sae just shrugged.

“He fell asleep,” he said, licking his ice cream.

The truth was, he hadn’t told Rin at all.

You sat on the bench together, you pouting as you flipped the stick in your hand to reveal the kanji for "bad luck," while Sae’s said "good luck."

“Why are you lucky at everything?” you grumbled, tossing your stick aside.

Sae chuckled, the sound low and rare. He started dribbling his soccer ball between his feet, gaze focused as he said, “You can still call me, you know?”

“Huh?”

“For school stuff. Or... whatever.” He didn’t look at you when he said it.

In your childish mind, that was enough. You smiled, bright and unburdened.

“It’s a promise!”

“Yeah,” Sae echoed, teal eyes flicking to yours. “It’s a promise.”

He left a week later.

Rin fell apart without his brother. You stayed by his side, comforting him through the ache of Sae’s absence. And yet, you hid your phone under your pillow at night, quietly texting Sae about homework or your day.

You stayed by Rin’s side, comforting him, hiding the fact that you and Sae texted constantly. He never texted Rin. Only you.

Two years of texts and rare calls passed, and one night, the realization hit you like a freight train: you were in love with Sae.

You’d loved him since he got you sick, since he bought you ice cream, since he promised you could still talk to him.

You’d loved him since he caught the flu,

Since he drew diagrams in your notebook to help you with prepositions,

Since he made that promise to answer your calls.

One late-night call sealed your fate.

As you rambled on the phone about school, Sae mumbled, half-asleep, “I love your voice.”

You stopped talking, heart hammering, but by the time you opened your mouth to respond, he was snoring.

“I love you, Sae,” you whispered into the receiver.

“I love you too,” he muttered, voice thick with sleep, one eye cracking open to catch your stunned expression.

From then on, you and Sae were together. Quietly, distantly, but together.

When Sae came back at seventeen, he didn’t tell you.

Rin did.

rin-rin: Sae’s home

his text said.

rin-rin: I hope you enjoy that you’ve ruined him

You panicked, blowing up Rin’s phone with calls he never answered, some being sent straight to voicemail after the first few tries. And then Sae was at your door, taller, sharper, his face unreadable.

You burst into tears before you even spoke.

“Please talk to Rin,” you begged, clutching at his sleeve. “I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’ll fix it — please, just talk to him—”

But the look in Sae’s eyes was like ice, gorgeous, but dangerous- unsafe- fated to slip away

“You’re a bother,” he said, voice flat.

You froze.

“Huh?”

“You’ve clung to me since you were a kid. You’re nothing but a disease I need to get rid of.”

You laughed, shaky and desperate. “Sae, that’s not funny—”

“I’m not joking. I’m done with you.”

The wind howled as snowflakes caught in his hair. You collapsed to the floor, hugging your knees as Sae turned on his heel, leaving you crumpled on your doorstep, the door swinging in the cold winter wind.

You lost both Itoshis in one night. And you didn’t even know why.

A year and a half later, you sat alone in your living room, watching the Blue Lock vs. Japan U-20 match.

Rin, your old best friend, was on one team. Sae, your first love, was on the other.

And you stayed home, stuck in the same town, the same life, still struggling with English.

The camera zoomed in on Sae’s face, and something inside you snapped.

Without thinking, you hurled the remote at the screen, a crack spiderwebbing across his perfect, indifferent, calm, beautiful, heartbreakingly distant expression

The TV shut off, leaving you in suffocating silence.

Sae Itoshi had everything he wanted — fame, success, the world at his feet.

And you were still here. Stuck. Left behind.

Trying to understand how the world ended for you, while for Sae, it had only just begun.

You curled up on the couch, burying your face in a pillow as the weight of it all crushed you.

You’d lost them. Both of them.

And you didn’t even know why.

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B.A.S by Megan thee stallion ft. Kyle Richh seems like the perfect song prompt for an otoya x reader or a Oliver x reader where the reader is a cheater too and Otoya/Oliver don't know what to do cause they do the same thing and probably did it first

If someone writes this, please tag me so I can read it 🙏

A GIRLS NEWFOUND PROBLEMS

Sypnosis: Y/N L/N, a girl rejected by everyone due to her ‘unusual’ appearance, had met up and become friends with a boy who was obsessed with soccer when she was 13, without knowing he would be the reason that she got to meet with the 3 people who would make her life shine brighter than ever before.

Genre: slight romance, crack, strangers to 4lifers, suggestive sometimes (?)

A/N: okay guys I swear I have a reason for not being online for like. Err.. two weeks..?😭 FIRST OF ALL LAST WEEK + TODAY WE HAVE BREAK FROM SCHOOL SO AYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY.

Anyways… SO YEAH I TRIED TO ENJOY MY TIME W MY FRIENDS AND STUFF :3!! Also I kind of added fine shyt. He’s cute and he’s so nice and JSJSJSHWHHSEBEHWBHSBEHSBWJQJWBDBSBSBSB He’s lowkey JAHSHSJAHQHWWHWHSHSJSBHSBDBDBXBXN

Anyways.

Warnings(?): kys jokes, kind of ooc karasu(?), ooc otoya(?), petnames (doll), you and karasu sit on the same bed, lowkey jealous karasu, idk what else to add lolz

Taglist: @ihe4rtme @x3nafix @sapphireillusions

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You groaned and you finally got the last baggages into your room, with a smug karasu behind you carrying two massive ones as if it was nothing. You rolled your eyes as you saw the look on his face. Before you could say anything, he went, “yer’ overreacting. They ain’t that heavy, ya dimwit.”

And there did the flying sandal go! Straight to his face. “YOU SHOULD LEARN TO SHUT UP!” “OUCH- THAT HURT YA IDIOT!” You rolled your eyes before huffing out a, “just help me unpack, will you? Also don’t touch that bag.” “Why?” “My underwears are in them. DO NOT TOUCH.” “Sounds interestin’.” “TABITO.” “OKAY-OKAY.”

When he started helping you unpack, he noticed a particular picture you two took years ago. He gently picked it up from your bag, being extra careful not to break it before turning to you with a big grin on his face, before saying, “reminds me of the old days. Remember when ya once grabbed a boy by his ear and forced him to apologize to me?! That was frickin’ hilarious!” “THAT’S BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO MUCH OF A WUSS TO DO IT YOURSELF!” “WAS NOT!”

You rolled your eyes as you took the picture and settled it down on your desk. “Ya know, ya should probably put that in an.. errr… what’s it called again?” “Picture frame?” “Ya! That!” You let out a laugh and said, “yeah. You know what, maybe I should.” You could barely even say something else before shidou came in the room.

He was looking for karasu - and grinned when he saw you two together. “Dang, didn’t know she was taken, karasu.” “Shut up, you dimwit. We’re just friends.” “Thats what they all sayyyyy;3” “you little-!” Shidou grinned and ran out the room as karasu chased after him and you simply sighed. You were about to call karasu back to help you put something up, until otoya came into your room.

You paused when you saw him. You did as karasu asked and didn’t really speak to otoya - setting aside all the normal stuff such as ‘goodmorning’, ‘bye’, ‘hi’, things like that, but other than those moments, you barely spoke with the guy. As you were about to speak up, he went,

“Heard you calling for karasu, but he’s busy chasing down shidou right now… what did you need?” He said in such a nonchalant tone it almost pissed you off, but you simply sighed and answered his question. “Err, you see, I need to set up something and needed karasu’s help..” you admitted, to which otoya replied to with, “I can help. What is it you need to put up?” He said, tilting his head slightly.

“Ah, just something for my closet,” you said as you opened the closet doors as to show him. (not sure what to call them), you pointed at a pole(?) you’re supposed to put up (the kind in which you need to hang your clothes on). “Ah, okay, I see. Let me help.” He said, slightly hesitating to come in the room, as if asking you for permission to enter. As you nodded, he entered and started working.

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“Alright, all done.” He muttered after a few minutes, turning to you. “Ah, thanks. How can I repay you?” You said as your gaze met his. “Hm, you don’t need to. ‘S what roommates do, right? Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He said before pausing, and then he went, “if you really wanna repay me, you could come with me to visit this new record shop that opened last week?” You hesitated for a little bit before choking out a, “yeah… sure.” He nodded as he left the room.

What you didn’t expect to see as he left the room, though, was a very-much-not-pleased-karasu. He scoffed as he entered the room. “Are you mad at me?” You said, turning to him. “Mad at you? ‘Fcourse not. Could never be mad at you.” He then paused before saying, “mad at otoya, tho.”

“He seems like a nice guy, tho.” You replied, turning to karasu. “Tch. Sure. Whatever floats your boat, doll.” He snarked pack. You rolled your eyes before hitting his shoulder playfully. “Ouch! What was that for, ya dimwit!?” He squeaked, rubbing his shoulder.

“For being jealousssssss~” “I’M NOT JEALOUS.” “AM!” “AM NOT!” “AMMMM!~~~~” AM NOT!!!” He rolled his eyes before muttering, “yer a dumbass. Why would I be jealous of YOU- OUCH!” He once again squeaked out as you hit his shoulder. “Why’s my shoulder the victim here!?” “Cuz you’re being rude, that’s why!” “AM NOT!” You rolled your eyes before just plopping down on your bed and sighing.

“Come sit here, tabito.” “Tabito? No tabi?” “I called you that ONCE in middle school, tabito! Get over it!” He chuckled before settling down on your bed and letting out a, “eh, I liked it. You should call me that more often, Y/N.” He smirked before looking down at you.

You scowled and grabbed a pillow, throwing it at him. “And YOU should stop wearing that god-awful hair gel!” Karasu was about to snark back before getting a notification. Looking at it, he once again sighed, standing up before saying, “gotta go. Got work to do. Can I get a goodbye hug?” “Not even in your dreams, you doofus!” You say as you stand up and hug him.

“Okay.. don’t forget to come down to the bar tomorrow night, ‘kay? Me and the rest of the guys are gonna be there, so unless you come, you’ll be alone in the house.” He reminded you as your warmth melted away as you settled back on your bed.

“That sounds delightful and peaceful.” You grinned back as he rolled his eyes before going, “right then, I’ll be off. If shidou annoys you, tell rin.” “Yeah, okay, I’ll remember that.” After that, he walked out of your room.

As he left, you stood there, pondering about what you could do. You decided to dress up and go to a library! Surely nothing would go wrong, right?

You just now realized how terribly wrong you were as you spotted a few of karasu’s teammates in the library.

A GIRL’S NEWFOUND PROBLEMS

Sypnosis: Y/N L/N, a girl rejected by everyone due to her ‘unusual’ appearance, had met up and become friends with a boy who was obsessed with soccer when she was 13, without knowing he would be the reason that she got to meet with the 3 people who would make her life shine brighter than ever before.

A/N: let’s ignore how I haven’t posted in weeks…☺️ ITS BC OF MID TERM EXAMS CHAT💔💔💔

Genre: slight romance, crack, strangers to 4lifers, suggestive sometimes (?)

Failed the maths exam btw. Are we surprised? I think not.

Today was okay… except for the MASSIVE FUCKING WINDS??? THANK U SWEDEN WHAT A GREAT BLESSING IT IS TO HAVE UR HAIR FLY IN 18 DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS 💔💔 ALSO SORRY THIS IS SUPER MEGA SHORT I’M STILL IN WRITERS BLOCK:(

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Chapter: 01

Previous: chapter 00

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You let out a sigh as you clicked ‘send’, before looking up at the door. The house-no, villa was MASSIVE. No wonder there were 4 people living here…! Actually, you were surprised it wasn’t the whole entire blue lock squad - surely it was necessary for it to be THIS big, right….?

As you were busy admiring the house, you soon realized that you REALLY needed to go inside… the wind was relentless, blowing your hair in 7 different directions, with you practically holding the wall to not get blown away. ‘When is this idiot going to open the door!?’ You let out a sigh of relief when he finally opened it.

Before you even stepped in, he chuckled at you before saying “you got yourself in a hell of a mess, girl.” Before you could reply, he had already left to tell the others that you were here. As the 3 others ascended from their cave, you silently told yourself ‘yup. I’m cooked. These guys are gonna be a fucking pain to deal with….’ You exhaled deeply as you took off your shoes and settled down your bag before settling down on a chair(as rin told you to.)

You were mentally preparing for rin to start asking questions, but it was actually shidou who was asking the questions here… so, once again, you are COOKED. You waited a bit before shidou finally opened his mouth. “So, like, when’s your birthday?” “Oh, it’s (Insert your birthday.)” “hmm, okay, where are you from?” “I’m from here. Japan.” “Right, right. Uhh.. guys, what esle should I ask?” Rin groaned as he pushed shidou aside. Rin started, saying, “do you have any pets?” “No, I don’t.” “Hmm, okay. Do you have allergies?” “Nope, none that I know of.” “Okay, do you drink?” “Well.. sometimes, but not often.” “Do you work from home?” “No, I don’t.” “Do you go to college?” “Yeah, I do.” “Okay.. do you smoke?” “No.” “Alright, what’s your workday routine?” “Uhm, it really depends on the day, but I often come home really late, so yeah.” “How would you handle conflict?” “Erm, depends on the situation, but I’d try to calm me and the other person down so we don’t cross any boundaries or get hurt.”

(Timeskip to after the interview..)

Rin sighed before turning to the other guys as he said, “yeah, she seems fairly normal… compared to karasu atleast. Alright, L/N-“ “you guys can call me Y/N.” “..okay, Y/N, you can go and pick out which room you’d like.”

You nodded as you got up and started wandering around the house before you pulled out your phone to text karasu.

A SOCCER PLAYERS DREAM MASTERLIST

Sypnosis: F/N L/N, isagi's childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone's little brother caught their eye.

Genre: Enemies/rivals to lovers, crack, lowk angsty if you squint, cringe sometimes, romance

A/n: new one since now I know how to properly make one lolz😭😭

Chapter 00

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

STATUS:

Finished.

A SOCCER PLAYER’S DREAM

Sypnosis: F/N L/N, isagi's childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone's little brother caught their eye.

Genre: Enemies/rivals to lovers, crack, lowk angsty if you squint, cringe sometimes, romance

Warnings: kainess mention, Kaiser is a warning himself😭, a lot of swearing in the beginning, ooc rin tbh, writing part is rlly short, not proofread

This will be the last a soccer player’s dream chapter, I genuinely hope yall enjoyed it<33

Taglist: @kaikaidenkai @ihe4rtme @x3nafix

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‘Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.’ You thought as the number showed up on the screen. You scored 2 goals. 2 goals against kaiser. This was actually happening. This isn’t a dream, this was reality. You were about to be a member of blue lock. Your whole entire career - no, your whole entire future has just been decided.

You were lost in thought, worries creeping up. ‘Am I even qualified to be here?’ ‘Wasn’t that just a lucky goal?’ ‘Kaiser probably went easy on me..’ ‘i’m gonna become a professional soccer player.’ And millions of other thoughts flooded your mind before you felt a sudden weight shift and you hit the ground.

‘Ah.. it’s just isagi.’

He was shaking you while yelling “YOU DID IT! OH MY GOD, YOU WON AGAINST THAT RAT!” You snickered at the nickname he gave kaiser because honestly you agreed with him. Who the fuck did his hair??

Kaiser rolled his eyes, obviously pissed he lost to a “newbie”. He paused, and mumbled a “not bad for an amateur. But sheiße(shit), I can’t believe I lost to rin’s lapdog.” You were about to say something back, but someone beat you to it(for once in your life lol.)

“She’s not my fucking lapdog, unlike you and your little ness.” He shooted back as he helped you up and away from isagi (who he was glaring at the whole game.) “you should learn to shut the fuck up, you half-assed fake emperor.” He paused before saying, “and don’t call her a lapdog, since you’re really just insulting yourself. After all, who would loose to a mere lapdog, am I right?” You snickered while kaiser simply shot a glare at rin and left the room. Probably to angrily make out with ness, you thought.

Rin paused as he looked back at you, ears slightly red. SLIGHTLY. He sighed, looking at you as he said, “I’ll get you settled into the room. I’m so sorry for what’s about to go down. We sleep in the same dorm as the rest of the blue lock and PXG players excluding loki, so…” he looked tired of them just by mentioning them, while you were just confused and surprised. What could be so bas that the glorious rin itoshi would be apologizing? It can’t be THAT bad, can it..?

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Yup. You now completely understood why he was telling you he was sorry, because this was fucking hell. Shidou was having a pillow fight with charles, karasu and zantetsu were arguing over something dumb, tokimitsu was trying to not go into panic mode, and nanase was trying to get everyone to shut up because you just got here… what a pleasure.

“Oh… uhm….” If this was a “we listen and we don’t judge” thing, you would listen and TELL the judge because what the FUCK was going on right now… you were about to settle into your little corner until fucking shidou decided it was a good idea to jump on you (you didn’t mind, but that isn’t the point.) “TWINNN YOU’RE FINALLY HERE! KNEW YOU WERE GONNA BEAT THAT GERMAN LOOSER!” He yelled while spinning you around and holding you like that one scene in the lion movie(In which I lowkey forgot the name of…)

“Put her down, shidou.” A harsh voice was heard from behind shidou, and all he did was scoff and pull you in closer. “Bet you’re just jealous, rinrin!” “Jealous of what exactly? You and your poor excuse of an ego? No thanks, i’ll pass.” Shidou seemed pissed off but simply ignored rin and turned his attention back to you, in which you said: “Well… hello to you too, shidou…?” “Call me ryusei!” “Right, right- hello to you too, ryusei.” “Damn, that turned me on!” “WHAT?” “I MEAN WE’RE GONNA GET ALONG😅😅😅”

Andd that pretty much sums up your whole entire conversation with shidou before nanase, zantetsu, karasu and the others actually quieted down to introduce themselves and to hear you introduce yourself. It was pretty calm for the most part, ignoring how they were having a war when you first stepped into the room…

As everyone left the room because they had shit to get done, you and rin were left alone. You paused, an awkward silence settling in before you mumbled a “so, uhm… wanna practice?” He looked at you, hesitant for a few seconds or so before nodding and holding your hand before stepping out of the room to go practice.

As you guys were practicing, you noticed how unusually quiet he was. ‘Whats up with him…?’ You thought, before scoring another goal against him (it was 2-4. He scored 4 goals against you.) you took a breath and decided it was about time to ask him. “Hey, what’s up with you? You’re more quiet than usual.” “I think I like you.” “WHAT?!” “What?” “RIN???” “Who’s rin?”

You stood there like an NPC in a game, your mouth hung open with his whole entire body facing the wall (opposite to you), and you could barely even get a word in before he said “Forget what I said. Don’t feel like you’re entitled to like me back.” You pauses as you looked at him and sighed, eyes softening slightly. No more of your usual goofy personality, this was you- the quiet you, atleast. “I think I like you too.” “What.” “What.” “Y/n WHAT.” “WHO’S Y/N? THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER Y/N’S IN THE WORLD, SURELY YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT ONE OF THEM!” You noticed how he paused for just a second before saying “yeah, there are a lot of other y/n’s in the world, but none of them are you.”

And that made your heart absolutely melt - well, putting aside everything else about him that made your heart explode. He’s so fucking sweet, you just wanna bite his cheeks.(cuteness aggression is a real thing chat💔💔) he put his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it slightly. “Not to mention that none of them are a soccer prodigy… and none of them are as stupidly funny and hilariously dumb as you.” He paused, hesitating before saying something completely out of character for someone like rin. “And none of them can make me feel the kind of way you do.”

He looked at you with this somewhat scared or nervous look in his eye. He never expected someone like you to like someone like… him. You paused, unsure of what to say. The tension was high, and you hesitated before walking a little too close to rin. His breath hitched, feeling you getting closer and closer. Before he knew it, he was leaning in, and so were you. Neither of you knew what to say, but you still knew what to do. His hands found your waist, as if it felt like something natural.

He leaned in closer before stopping right as he was about to kiss you, looking into your eyes for a few seconds: as if asking for approval. you leaned it slightly closer, and that was the only consent he needed before crashing his lips onto yours. You two stayed like this for a few seconds before he pulled away and muttered ‘we should probably get going before the others think we’re doing something weird.’

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As he left to go to the bathroom - you pulled your phone out.

A SOCCER PLAYER’S DREAM

Sypnosis: F/N L/N, isagi's childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone's little brother caught their eye.

Genre: Enemies/rivals to lovers, crack, lowk angsty if you squint, cringe sometimes, romance

A/N: sorry for posting this lowkey kinda late… i was writing this in the bus so I has limited time😭🙏

You sighed and settled your phone down, already looking nervous. Doubts started creeping up - could you really do this? On your own, at that? You sat up from your bed and looked down at your packed up bags - you didn’t forget anything, right..?

After checking everything to make sure you didn’t forget anything, you settled back down and thought. ‘Alright, let’s do the maths..’ you mumbled under your breath as you started counting. Rin said it took him about 20 minutes to get from blue lock to your practicing place…

For you, it takes around 20-25 minutes. Adding that to the 20 minutes it takes for him to get there, it should take you around.. 40-45 minutes for you to get to blue lock’s facility!

Okay, that seems reasonable enough. You waited and waited, then saw isagi’s text:

Isagi: come outside, i’m here :3

You quickly grabbed your stuff and ran down the stairs, yelling a ‘goodbye mom!’ Before running outside. You met up with isagi and dabbed him up as you usually do.

(Ignore that that was lowk cringez😭)

You were about to say something until isagi started by saying “okay, so, we have to get there at 6:30 PM, so we really gotta hurry and take the train that comes at.. erm.. the train that comes the soonest!! Come on, we can’t waste time!” He grabbed your hand and started running.

“WAIT, SLOW DOWN, YOU IDIOT!!” You yelled as he practically dragged you to the train station, regretting ever listening to him. Why were you even doing this?? It was all supposed to be a stupid bet and now you got dragged into this whole- nonsense!!

“Nah, I say we go faster!” He said as he sped up and you were struggling just to keep up. Man, this reminded you of the days where you were late for school and he was dragging you out of your house, yelling ‘we have maths as the first lesson today!! You know that mr. Hishaki doesn’t go easy on us when we’re late!!!’ As he yanked you and forced you to run towards the bus.

(Timeskip to when you got to blue lock :3)

You stepped in, and damn was everything like a flipping labyrinth! If it wasn’t for isagi, you would’ve definitely gotten lost.. just as you were taking in the new environment around you, you bumped into someone when you entered the german stratum(?).

As you were about to apologize, you heard him say “pass auf, wo du hintrittst, Idiot.” (Watch your step, idiot.) and you looked up to see.. a guy with blond and blue hair?? He even had a blue rose tattoo! Who is this guy??

Isagi looked pissed off the second he heard him and said “that’s kaiser.” Before handing you an earplug, telling you to put it on.

And so, you did! You put it on, and.. you could… understand what kaiser was saying? So was this kind of like.. a translator? You looked at kaiser and before you could say hi, he said “so, you’re the one who I’m going to have to beat today? How cute, didn’t think I was dealing with a small fry.”

You paused when he laughed. Man this guy pissed you off! “Man - fuck off.” You mumbled before grabbing isagi’s hand and walking away. “Isagi, you’re totally right - barely even met this guy and he already ticks me off. I want nothing more than to punch him in his arrogant face!”

Isagi smirked and said “I don’t wanna tell you I told you so… BUTTT I told you so.”

(Time-skip to when the match against you and kaiser starter.. Ik theres alot of timeskips rn but BEAR WITH ME😭😭 also if some of these don’t sound right just so yk it’s because idk how to write kaiser and my knowledge about football is VERY limited…)

You being nervous was an understatement. You were scared the hell out of your flipping mind. At first, you thought kaiser was no big deal - but even then, you’re lowkey kinda scared.

The kick off started with kaiser having the ball - all you knew about him was that he had a skill called kaiser impact, and that was honestly it.

When he tried to score, you blocked, stole the ball and tried to score your OWN goal, but then he would block you - and that’s practically how half the match went until kaiser scored a goal. ‘Crap!’ Was your first thought.

You sighed and thought about it. This guy was a cocky, arrogant rat. But, with that said, he did have skills. You had 15 minutes left, and in those 15 minutes- you just said fuck it and went all out.

You ran with the ball at your top speed and surprisingly, kaiser was able to keep up. “This all you got, small fry?” He said as he smirked.

And god you wanted nothing more than to punch him and his face and shove it into a trashcan! Wait, no, focus, Y/N, focus.

You brushed kaiser off, ignoring him. Put then - kaiser almost stole the ball from you. Shit. If you lost this, you would loose all rights to ever represent japanese soccer - and that would be it.

As much as you wanted to say you didn’t care, you did. Soccer was the most fun shit you have ever done in your whole entire life - and honestly, you couldn’t see yourself without it.

Without even thinking, your mind went blank. You dribbled past kaiser, and shot the ball straight towards the goal. You were so far away - there’s no way the ball would reach THAT far, right…?

No. You couldn’t barely even think straight, and yet you did it - you scored a goal.

‘It isn’t over yet. One more goal, just one more goal…’ you mumbled under your breath.

You looked at the time: 5 minutes left. Kaiser had the ball, and you stole it from him when you noticed that his attention was divided: and before you knew it, you scored another goal.

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TAGLIST: @kaikaidenkai @ihe4rtme @x3nafix

A SOCCER PLAYER’S DREAM

Sypnosis: Summary: F/N L/N, isagi's childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone's little brother caught their eye.

Genre: rivals to lovers, crack, angst, cringe sometimes, romance

Warnings: mention of bullying, sa (not exactly sure but putting this js incase), reader is too forgiving, isagi lowkey crashes tf out at the mention of kaiser

CHAPTER: 05

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: 04, 03, 02, 01, 000

A/N: i forgot to post this bc I was js thinking ab eating all day.. ~_~ fasting goes brrrr, also written ending <3 I’m not sure how long I should drag this series tbh.. feel free to comment and tell me!!

(Also, I knew I said I wouldn’t write ab sa in my introductions, but I meant it in a way that romanticizes it. Also, this’ll be the first and only chapter of this series with the mention of SA in it, so yeah!! Pls don’t request any stuff that has to do w sa..~_~)

TAGLIST(comment to be added): @kaikaidenkai @ihe4rtme

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You sighed as you started walking towards your mirror - silently staring at your half-assed ‘idgaf’ outfit (you do gaf) , hair tied up in a messy bun, shirt slightly droopy revealing your shoulder and shorts. You were about to go out to buy groceries, but realized you had practice with rin.

With a small reluctant sigh, you started searching for your cleats and other stuff, removing your hair tied and watching as your hair falls down to it’s usual look, took off your shirt, put on your go-to practicing clothes and started heading out.

You were just about to go through the door until your mom called out to you and said “don’t take too long!” You sighed and said back: “okay, mom!” Before putting on your shoes and heading out.

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Just as you were stepping into the train, you bumped into someone who was going in before you. Before you could even mutter an apology, he turned and mumbled “Y/N?” And your heart almost fell all the way down to your butt as you realized (by your misfortune) that you actually recognized that voice.

And of course out of everyone, you had to see the blond haired guy you had a love - hate relationship with, Hikaru Takahashi. Just as you were about to say something, he pulled you slightly closer by the waist since someone else was passing by next to you (in which you didn’t notice.)

He looked down at you and smiled, saying “good to see you. Haven’t seen you around school, since you’ve been skipping so much. Why’s that?” With a slightly forced chuckle and a hand rubbing the back of your neck, you mumbled out a “was busy with soccer stuff.. yeah.” Before looking up at him.

And once again, like last time, he said: “you’re going to practice, right? How about I accompany you, like last time? I kind of rushed in and ran off because of that rin guy.. he’s quite scary, but I can put up with it.”

Just as you were about to politely decline, he grabbed your hand and slightly dragged you out of the train when you arrived at your stop. He looked so casual about it, as if you weren’t basically trying to rip him off of you.

He has been acting weird since the last time you guys had interacted- more touchy, goo goo eyeing you, heck - people would confuse you guys as a couple if you didn’t back away from him every time he initiated something.

During crowded cross walks, he’d pull you in slightly closer than he actually should, and when you brought it up after, he would brushed it off and say “just keeping a pretty lady safe. Wouldn’t want anyone to take you away in this big crowd.”

You expected him to leave you alone when you guys were gonna be near the field, but oh no, of course, HIKARU wouldn’t do that.

As you guys were approaching the field, you’d expect him to back the fuck off because he saw rin, who didn’t exactly look too pleased - but instead, the dumbass leaned in towards you and was about to kiss you.

The air felt tense, and the time seemed to slow down - if not stopping completely. You were about to be kissed. Kissed by hikaru, the guy who literally bullied you up until high school. You thought it was weird when he randomly started being nice to you, but you didn’t expect for him to like you.

You weren’t sure what to do - shove him off? No, that would seem rude, what if you just slightly faked a fall so that he would miss? No, what if you injured yourself..?

You could feel the clock ticking. Before long, he was gonna kiss you. You ran out of options, and decided that this was it and that you couldn’t do shit to stop it. His lips were about to graze yours, and you were shutting your eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Just as he was about to kiss you, you felt a strong force pull you towards them and further away from hikaru. You opened your eyes and saw - Rin!

You let out a sigh as you saw him, while hikaru looked slightly pissed off. “I’m not sorry if I interrupted something. Not only did she look uncomfortable, but it’s also time for pur practice and I simply can’t waste time with a lukewarm idiot like you. If you can’t even tell what a girl is thinking, you shouldn’t be trying to kiss them.” He huffed, shoving you a little closer than he needed to.

Just as hikaru was about to say something, he held back and sighed, putting on his fake smile. “Sure. Do what you want, itoshi. Your brother would sure as hell love that.”

You paused and gave hikaru a dirty look. Out of everything he could have said, he decided to go for the low blow?? Seriously, this guy was a living textbook example of a lukewarm idiot!!

Rin simply let out a ‘tch’ and turned to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards the field. “I don’t have time for this. Atleast I have loving parents waiting for me back home, something that you seem to lack.”

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Hikaru had already left by that point, leaving you and Rin alone. You were practicing your dribbling today - in which you didn’t mind because you weren’t exactly the best at it. Just as you were about to get your ball stolen by rin, he paused and looked at you.

“Hikaru. I don’t like him. You should cut him off, completely. Someone like that doesn’t deserve someone like… you.” He slightly hesitated at the last part, the tip of his ears burning red.

You paused and raised an eyebrow at rin’s statement. “Someone like… me? What’s that supposed to mean?? Am I weird?:(“ you let put as you stared at Rin, demanding some sort of explanation for what he had just stated.

He paused, realizing he worded it wrong and ‘tsk’d you before saying “I didn’t mean it like that, you idiot. No, you’re not weird. You’re amazing. I mean amazing at soccer!! And I meant what I said. You should cut off hikaru. He’s a distraction to your soccer career.” He paused. ‘If hikaru’s a distraction to her soccer career, aren’t I also technically one..?’ He thought.

You paused and looked at rin before saying “well I wouldn’t say that I like him or anything. Let’s call him an… ‘accidental’ friend. He used to be my old bully. Would throw rocks at me and stuff because I liked ‘weird’ stuff like bugs and bones and stuff while I was a girl. Thought he changed, but, I guess he’s still the same old hikaru - just more… fake now. I’ll cut him off, don’t worry.”

He nodded, and you guys continued your practice as usual. Though, something unusual happened. You saw Isagi enter the field! You practically stopped in your tracks and ran to hug him, before you could even ask why he’s here, he had already picked you up and yelled out a “Ego told me to bring you over to blue lock at 6:30 PM to go against kaiser!! Isn’t that like - insane!? You’re about to get into blue lock!! God, I can’t wait!!”

Rin paused and scowled when he saw isagi, mumbling a “why him..” under his breath before approaching. He eyed isagi up and down, swearing up and down he’s not jealous as he sees isagi hug you closer than he ever could. He sighed and said “so, it’s finally happening, huh.” Rin look at you and almost chokes on air at how pretty you look all excited and shit.

6:30 PM, huh…?

The results will speak for themselves, of course, but rin still silently hoped that you’d get into blue lock. It’d make charles’s and shidou’s antics feel a little less of a headache.

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Reblogs and tips are appreciated, ty for reading! Next part coming tomorrow/on Monday <3

A SOCCER PLAYER’S DREAM

Sypnosis: Summary: F/N L/N, isagi's childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone's little brother caught their eye.

Genre: Enemies/rivals to lovers, crack, angst(angst coming in later chapters), cringe sometimes, romance

CHAPTER 03

Previous chapters: chapter 02, 001

Taglist: @kaikaidenkai @ihe4rtme

A SOCCER PLAYER’S DREAM

Sypnosis: F/N L/N, isagi's childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone's little brother caught their eye.

Genre: Enemies/rivals to lovers, crack, lowk angsty if you squint, cringe sometimes, romance

A/N: can yall tell I love writing for rin

Also sorry for posting it so late… I FELL ASLEEP AND WOKE UP AT 5PM AND COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST THIS, IMMA POST THE NEXT PART TOMORROW AS AN APOLOGY 😭🙏

CHAPTER 02

PREVIOUS: CHAPTER 001, 00

Taglist: @kaikaidenkai @he4rt