Blue Lock X Reader - Blog Posts

•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...

•No existe la discreción con él. Si le gustas te lo hará saber.

•Alardear de sus magníficas cualidades (mayormente físicas) es su carta estrella para conquistarte.

•Es una fachada, en realidad no tiene ninguna experiencia en el ámbito romántico.

•Entonces, no te dejes engañar por esa personalidad orgullosa y atrevida, en el momento en que respondas a sus insinuaciones encontrarás a un joven tímido y avergonzado.

•Mucho coqueteo y poca acción por parte suya.

•Descarado, le gusta presumir de su relación a todo aquel que esté dispuesto a escuchar (incluso con los que no están dispuestos).

•Es todo o nada, mucho afecto, muchos regalos, muchas citas y lo más importante, él mismo.

•Muy dramático, sería un gran actor.

•Un poco celoso, ten en cuenta que si no se lo reprochas sólo reforzarás la conducta.

•Gran probabilidad de que desarrolle dependencia emocional, pero con algo de consuelo se soluciona.

•Es la mejor oportunidad de tu vida, no la desperdiciarás sólo por algunos aspectos negativos, ¿verdad?

•Reo Mikage, Michael Kaiser, Draco Malfoy, Jean Kirstein, Leon Kuwata...

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

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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

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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.

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Day 13: Santa’s Little Helper, Shouei Barou

Warnings: Reader gets shy and cold.

(_____) loved Christmas. The lights, sights, smells, sounds, and the cheeriness of the season. Though this year they were a bit nervous. A couple of days ago they ended up playing truth or dare with some of the other blue lock members. And got dared to spill who their crush is, that man being Shouei Barou.

(_____) remembers how their friends reacted. Isagi and Kunigami’s jaws dropped to the floor. Nagi and Reo’s eyes widened that (_____) thought they were going to fall out. Chigiri pretended to not be affected and said that of course Barou would be their type. And Bachira started to tease the hell out of (_____).

(_____) held their cheeks to try to hide their brightening cheeks. Most people didn’t like him but (_____) admired him quite a lot. They admired how much confidence he had in himself and how he wouldn’t change who he is to make other people comfortable. He was unapologetically himself. They really wanted to get closer to him but didn’t know how. So those nosey friends of theirs decided to take matters into their own hands.

(_____) didn’t even realize that they were walking right into a trap. The others had been setting up blocks in the hallways so (_____) would have to end up in the workout room. They got to the door and went inside. The door made a different sound when it shut but didn’t pay any mind to it. Walking around they made it to the weightlifting section. Looking around they locked eyes with none other than Barou.

”What are you doing here?” He asked (_____), they shrugged and said. “I was taking a walk and ended up here.” Barou nodded and put down the weights he was lifting. Taking a sip of his water he walked up to them. “I’m hungry, come eat with me.” (_____) smiled and went with him. The two made it to the door but it wouldn’t budge. “The fuck?” Barou said and tried to forcefully open the door. And when that wouldn’t work he punched it, shaking his hand slightly to get rid of the recoil effect on his knuckles.

They tried and tried to open the door but it wouldn’t open, not even a centimeter. The two sat on a bench, deciding to wait until the door was fixed. (_____) started to shiver, not expecting the weight room to be so cold. Barou raised his brow and took notice of their shivering. “Come here.” He said and hugged them. His arms wrapped around them. His open jacket created a makeshift blanket around the two. (_____)’s eyes widened and looked up at him. He turned his head away, Trying to hide the small blush. (_____) smiled and cuddled into him. The two relaxed into a quietness of just enjoying each other's company.

Hours passed and the group of Santa’s helpers opened the door. They all started to apologize before stopping. There in front of them was Barou and (_____), cuddled up together with (_____) on his lap. Their head resting on his chest and Barou’s arms protectively wrapped around their body. Barou opened one eye and glared at the group. “Get. Out.” And without waiting a second they all took off and left the two alone to enjoy their peacefulness. (_____) would have to thank them later for being Santa’s helpers for making their wish come true. That wish being just to spend some one on one time with Barou.

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Day 12: Marshmallows, Seishiro Nagi

Warnings: Fluffy as marshmallows

(_____) was so excited because they finally had gotten a break from Ego and his craziness. The players were told they were getting a break due to the snow because they had to preserve energy or something like that. (_____) really didn’t care, all they knew was that they finally got to relax and have some sugary sweetness.

They hopped onto their bed and ripped open the bag of marshmallows. Popping one after another into their mouth happily. The sugary smell of the marshmallow bag and the happy noises leaving them got a certain someone’s attention. Seishiro Nagi, the lazy superstar of Blue Lock. “What are you eating?” He asked as he moved over to (_____). “Marshmallows! Want one?” They asked him. Nagi tilted his head and nodded slowly. (_____) handed him one and he tried it. His eyes sparkled and a small smile appeared on his face.

(_____) chuckled and poked his cheek. “I’m taking you like it Nagi?” Nagi nodded quickly, holding his hand out for more. The two ended up sitting on (_____)’s bed, watching videos on Nagi’s phone, and eating marshmallows. Both of them were enjoying their time. (_____) ended up doing some tricks by throwing the marshmallow into the air and catching it in their mouth. Nagi immediately saw it and wanted to try it.

Hours passed and anyone who passed the room, or even got near it, could hear a lot of laughter. Nagi and (_____) had spent those hours doing tricks with the marshmallows. The two ended up falling over while cackling. (_____) falling on top of Nagi. Said man hugged them with a yawn. “You made me tired, wanna nap.” (_____) answered with a yawn and soon the two fell asleep surrounded by busted bags of marshmallows with marshmallows scattered around the room.

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Day 11: Secret Santa, Rin Itoshi

Warnings: Fluff

Anri you angel, thank you for giving us a secret Santa in this extreme soccer boot camp. Is what (_____) thought as they walked back to their room from training. 3 weeks ago everyone drew names and (_____) got Rin. They really enjoyed his company. He was always so quiet and made sure they were ok after training or a match.

(_____) was now sitting on their bed and finishing tapping the last part of the wrapping paper. Finally they were done wrapping Rin’s gift. They were smiling to themselves as Isagi walked in and questioned them. “Why are you smiling (_____)?” (_____) snapped out of their daze and looked wide eyed at Isagi, a smidge of awkwardness. “Oh Isagi! Sorry, I was just happy that I wrapped my gift.” He smiled and sat next to them. “I just gave Bachira his and he was so excited.” (_____) giggled and imagined how excited Bachira was getting a gift from his best friend.

”Isagi, have you seen Rin? I need to give him his gift.” They asked curiously. Isagi thought for a second and then nodded. “Yeah, he was getting his food in the cafeteria.” (_____) smiled and thanked him before grabbing the present and running to the cafeteria. They spotted Rin at a table by himself and jogged up to him. “Rin!” They said as they stood next to him. “Surprise! I’m your secret Santa!” (_____) said happily as they held out the gift.

Rin just stared at the present for a good couple seconds. He then grabbed their arm and led them away. (_____) was confused but let him nonetheless. He Brought them to his room and had them sit on his bed. “Uh… Rin?” (_____) was even more confused now as he was rummaging through his closet. After a bit he sat next to them and handed them a box. “I’m also your secret Santa.” He said without looking at them.

(_____)’s eyes sparkled as they thanked him and opened the present. Their smile grew x10 bigger as they saw what was on the box. They squealed out of happiness and hugged Rin tightly. They then handed him the present they got for him. Rin opened the box, his eyes widening. He couldn’t believe that (_____) had gotten him this. He moved the box and tackled (_____) into a hug, nuzzling his face into their neck. Oh yeah, one more thing about Rin and (_____), they’re dating.

They’ve been dating for over 1 year now but wanted to keep it a secret so as to not draw attention to themselves. The two stayed in Rin’s room cuddling. (_____) running their fingers through Rin’s hair. He was so happy, he just sometimes didn’t know how to say or show it.

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.

I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING BUT I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING, I'M ACTUALLY TWEAKING OUT BECAUSE I JUST GOT BACK INTO 2 ANIMES WITH HELLA WRITABLE CHARACTERS

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"

HEAIUSUEYSHEHDHDY!! I’m here to put on a request.. ITS KIND OF LONG BUT PLS BEAR WITH ME

childhood best friend isagi x reader who’s so good at football they got into blue lock purely on SKILL!!(the only girl in blue lock).

Past w them: basically reader has heterochromia (where you have two different eye colors) and basically they got bullied HARD (i’m talking korean bullying hard) for it. But one day during PE class, (they are 6-7 years old here) they were playing football, right? Isagi and reader were on opposite teams (they aren’t friends js yet) and isagi thinks reader is totally cool for how good they are at soccer and tried to befriend them!! (Which is the nicest thing someone had EVER done to reader since even their parents look at them like they’re monsters) so reader is kind of like “hey.. this guy isn’t disgusted by me..?” Ect ext time passes they become besties and mutual pining happens!!

ALSO READER IS VERY OUT-GOING😋 I’m talking more than bachira and shidou combined..

So basically I’d love it if u made a fic regarding this concept and its about childhood bsf isagi and reader meeting again in blue lock and everyone is like “..you two know each other?”

(ALSO READER TOTALLY MATCHES SHIDOU’S FREAK JS TO LET U KNOW😋)

so Ik that this is lowk becoming oc-like but PLS make reader’s description have like one part of her hair cover the other half of her face (specifically her eyes)

Isagi x reader

Hey??? Another person after 50 years? Thanks for the request is it alright if I call you K1o? I love this character by the way. (≡^∇^≡)

Note: RAHH RAHHB THIS TOOK MONTHS BC I'M LAZY MY BAD I'M SO SORRY FOR THE RUSHED ENDING I HAD NO MOTIVATION AND I FELT BAD SEEING THIS IN DRAFTS

For as long as you could remember your imperfections shined brighter than your feats. You parents were just as unforgiving. "Why did you have to be born with that look on your face" "Why couldn't you just be good at drawing, or singing, or as pretty as the rest of the girls?" It didn't even matter that you won championship metal for winning against all the schools in your cluster.

It was all alright tho, cuz nothing made you feel more alive than making kids cry over soccer. The bell rang about 15 minutes ago but you were still focused on getting ready. You heard that some more people were joining soccer practice at you elementary school and that made you excited!

As you walked into the field a whole bunch of unfamiliar faces met your eye except one teammate that waved kindly at you and toks you to hurry before the game started. Once you were ready you stepped oh the field with a feeling of unease. There was never THAT many kids that come to soccer and some of them look pretty good.

It rattled your nerves but in a good way you were still confident in your abilities. After all, soccer is your safe Haven. As the matched started it went just as you expected you absolutely annihilated the other team. Panting and coughs filled the field with a mix of cheer from your team.

That wasn't just it though you had a little admirer. A cute little boy with full cheeks, blue eyes and navy hair. He seemed so focused, so starstruck, so in awe. He stared at you as if you were of the stars shinning in the sky. The moment you noticed him staring, you were going to talk to him before a ball came full force at your head, causing you to lose balance and fall on the floor.

The impact caused your hair scatter, revealing your two-toned eyes filled with tears staring back at the direction the ball was thrown at.

"Your eyes are so weird! Why are they like that it makes you look like a total freak!"

That comment made you come to realization that your hair was shifted. Your hands trembled as you tried to put the hair back in place without getting another ball thrown at you.

The light shinning in your eye was blocked by a silhouette, the silhouette of the boy.

"Hey are you okay? Those guys are total jerks. Are you bleeding?" He quickly cupped your cheek for moment and analyzed your face.

"Can I... Move this?" He placed a delicate hand over your bang. You slapped his hand away out of fear of judgement but he just looked at you even nicer. He was calm and and gentle.

"I won't judge you I promise I just need to check if you're hurt. Pinky promise." The boy held up his pinky finger and smiled at you. It was an act so small but so impactful it warmed your soul to see someone be so delicant with you.

"Promise?" "Promise." He moved the hair out of your face and saw a light red outline from where the ball hut around the eye. "That's not good you must get hurting a lot! Lets get you to the nurse. She'll know what to do!"

The boy stood up and stuck out his hand. "My name's Isagi by the way. I love the way you play soccer!" you tucked your head down and kept you gaze low. "Thanks, I'm y/n, the most popular target and best player in this school." You lifted your head slightly and smiled as you took his hand.

"Eww!! Isagi-chan is dating two-face!" Your face blew up red and you were about to say something until Isagi snapped.

"SHUT UP!" The field was silent and nobody said anything they just looked in shock and some in fear. "You guys are mean and stupid for saying this stuff to Y/N i'm gonna tell the teacher you know!?"

There was something so cute and funny about hearing him be so serious and angry while threatening to tell the teacher on some bullies.

It was moments like that, that got you through life and now you're standing here outside this supposed rare and important meeting about soccer you were so excited you could feel the sweat build up on your hand.

When you entered the facility for the first time with the other 200+ applicants you were surrounded by another crowd of unfamiliar faces. This time it was a smaller group of people, a group of people who would become team V.

Eventually it came time for you to go up against the infamous team Z. They were the lowest of the low so why should you care? You noticed your teammates getting ready and began to head over to them. You nudged your teammates before resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yo ready to blow these motherfuckers into the ground?" You asked with a grin.

Reo and Nagi turned to face you and you were greeted with a grin from the purple devil.

"Yeah, it's gonna be easy crushing them in soccer with Nagi."

You nodded your head before forming a Mischevious grin before light tapping his shoulder and saying instantly.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that >:3"

Silence, damn silence. Before Reo let out a little giggle and walks his team out on the field. You were that smirk with pride as you entered the vacant field.

"Damn, guess they didn't show up toda—"

As the giant metals from across the arena open Team Z makes their way onto the field, getting situated and put in their spots. You could sense a joke coming and you took that chance. "Pshh I think I can take all of them at once" you said egotistically.

"I don't know, seems like a hassle to me, I mean look—"

Once again your smirk disappears into a confused face. "OH I ain't talking bout no soccer >:3"

Crickets. Silence.

Thankfully it was interrupted by the whistle that sounded the match to start. The entire game was filled with great action and excitement but as a whole it was pretty boring. Nothing really striker your attention until you saw.

Navy hair, blue eyes, average height, same determined look... Isagi? Where have I heard that... Isagi, y... Isagi, Yochi? Yoich, YOICHI!

You ran across the field towards him in an instant and completely ignored the match that was slowly coming to an end. Your eyes locked with his and you grabbed his shoulder.

"What the..."

"HEY! ARE YOU YOICHI ISAGI? DID YOU GO TO (ELEMENTARY SCHOOL) ?"

"Uh yeah how did ya kn-"

The sound of the whistle that signaled the match to be over went off and the screen revealed the overall result you..... lost. You got distracted and they scored. You didn't care though all you cared about was finding out if this was your friend.

"Wait..." He turned his head and looked at you, "if you don't mind could you move your hair?"

You hesitated slightly before moving your hair, showing your two toned eyes. It all snapped form there.

"Y/N!?"

"YOICHI?"

You guys jumped at the sight of each other and the confirmation of your reunion. You guys exchanged a hug and a hearty laugh. One that attracted the attention of a good few people on the field but you didn't care, all that mattered was that you and him were reunited

𝘈𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘴 (pt.1)

Synopsis. Maybe the bllk boys need a lesson on going through people's stuff. Especially when it comes to food.

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

𝘈𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘴(pt.2)

Synopsis. Maybe the bllk boys need a lesson on going through people's stuff. Especially when it comes to food.

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

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

itoshi sae ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 100 apologies for you.

wc: 12k (i know it seems long but trust its good(i hope....), eventual smut, masturbation, slow burn(?), vanilla :>

"my gosh hes so fine!" your friend exclaimed while kicking her feet up. seriously shes been squealing about some guy she saw an edit of and been talking non stop about him. "[name] please you have to see this guy playing!" getting up to jump on your back. you can only sigh.

"what?" you say without looking away from your phone, you were watching a series you were recently hooked on. she can only squeal and giggle just by looking at the man. "look, look, look! hes sooo handsome! his lashes are longer than mines!" she shoved the phone to your face and you grumbled.

"yeah hes good looking." your tone flat, just to make her satisfied before swatting her hand away to continue your attention on your phone, you hardly took a look on the man so you had no remembrance of him, all you noticed was the pink hair he had going on.

"oh my god hes so good at football too! i wish i was his girlfriend!" she squealed into the pillow and you ignore her, too engrossed in your show, it was just too good, you dont have time for some silly footballer!

its gotten to a point where she even flew out to see one of his games! you didnt know she was that much of a fan...but she was already arriving back so she had asked you if you could pick her up from the airport. she had given you her keys before she left and you were housesitting.

you were already a bit grumpy because you had to wake up at five am. seriously, who wakes up so early on a saturday?! you can only sigh in frustration but its whatever. you just hoped nothing else happened, you already know it would be crowded.

and you know what, you were right. it was packed!

you didnt even bother to try, just some sandals and sweatpants. you didnt know these people anyways so why care what others saw you in?

"hey! when are you getting here?" you roam the airport. she wanted you to meet her when she got off the plane.

"i just got off right now!"

youre rushing to her station so you can go back peacefully on your bed. its your resting day, youre not trying to go back to your shift!

"okay im heading there-" you collide with someone out of nowhere, and hot coffee splashes over both of you. a frustrated groan escapes you. great. you wake up early just for this, and now youre drenched in coffee—and its scalding!

"excuse me watch where youre going!" you stare at the man who just stands there as if nothing even happened. someone behind him panics and starts to wipe the coffee off his white blouse as if he were his personal manager of some sort.

“mr itoshi, are you alright?!?” the guy fixes his glasses before taking out a small piece of cloth to wipe the stain. he panics then turns to you.

“do you know this is designer clothing?!?” he lectured you and you could care less right now. you roll your eyes before telling your friend youd meet her there, hanging up the call.

“well its his fault for not looking.” crossing your arms with an annoyed face.

“youre going to have to pay for that!” he points at the stain while clenching onto his pile of folders on the other hand.

“okay? what are you his personal manager?” you were already ready to throw hands at this person who was irritating you the second, it was causing a scene and everyone around was looking. this wasnt even a big deal so why were they so fixated on this?

before you can say any more someone tugs you by the shoulder.

"[name]! what the hell are you doing arguing with him?!" your friend whispered to you.

"this guy bumped into me." you whispered back as you stumble on your feet. your friend only shakes her head and looked so nervous.

"bitch thats sae itoshi!" she slapped your head and you rub the part it hurts.

"what? whos that?" you raised your eyebrows and your friends hits you again.

"the person i showed you! the famous footballer!" and your eyes widened, the guy she went to go see to play or something? you can hear people mumbling at the back and snapping pictures at you-or at sae itoshi.

your friend bows while forcing your head down with her. "im so sorry on her behalf sae! ill buy you a new set to make it up for her!" she exclaimed and grumbled when you didnt say anything back. "[name]!" and you sighed.

"sorry." you said with monotonic tone. your body quivered when your friend clawed at the back of your scalped not buying your apology.

"ah-! im sorry! ill give a hundred of them if i need to!" and she released her grip. she was so scary like that.

sae can only stay silent as he stared at your figure. "a hundred hm?" he ponders before making a decision.

"i would hope you mean it. you can first start off by buying me a new set." he slides his hands in his pocket.

your friend got up and clasped her hands together. "yes! of course ill get you one right-" sae cuts her off.

"i want her to buy it." pointing at you. great.... if you knew it was him you would of just apologized and not cause a scene.

sae stands outside of the store, checking his watch and the manager can only be seen blocking the path of people who were trying to get up close to him. meanwhile youre out trying to pick out the shirt for him, your friend was taken home by someone else so this trip was absolutely pointless, you just wanted to stay home.

you buy a shirt that looks somewhat identical to his and make the purchase. it was pretty cheap but you cant be spending too much on clothes alone. you step outside with a sigh and hand the bag to sae.

"here." he takes it, before peaking the inside. he still keeps his stoic face and you cant even tell what hes thinking.

"this is very cheap material." and you irked. seriously this was not the time about the brand, just wear the damn shirt!

"its the only thing here close enough." you cross your arms looking away.

"itll do." and you almost jump in happiness. yay now you can just go home!

"alright, sorry about earlier. i was just frustrated." you kick your feet on the ground from the awkwardness. after a few silences exchanged you spoke.

"well then, guess were done here." before you can turn around, sae speaks.

"not quite. you still have ninety-nine more to go."

"ninety-nine more to go what?" you raised an eyebrow, was this some sort of metaphor or whatever? if so you dont quite get it.

"you did say youd give a hundred of apologies. i take it that youll take it for word." and you froze in place, you did say a hundred but you only said that so he knew you really meant it!

"i-i didnt mean it literally-" he cuts you off by handing his phone to you. the people around him can be seen gasping and his fangirls are waving their phones to him. as if he would give them his number.

"youll be my little errand pet. as your second apology." this guy was ticking you off already. with your eye twitching and a vein popping on your forehead you sighed and obliged, maybe this will let your friend will have the opportunity to talk to sae now. you snatch the phone and put in your number.

"there." you swung it back to him and he caught it swiftly. you then feel something vibrate in your pants and it was sae. he huffs and puts his phone back.

"checking to see if you didnt give me a fake number." he slides his hands in his pocket.

and that wasnt even the beginning of your story. he wasnt kidding when he made you the pet for him. he had a manager so why did he need you!? probably just to make fun of you from such a higher position...

apology #10

"hey. get me some salty seaweed tea." he spoke on the other line. its been a month and youre only up to your tenth right now. you had sometimes wished he forgot about you but every time you even thought of it, he calls you and tells you do something for him. it was so irritating!

"what? where am i supposed to find that?" you were awoken from your nap because of him. he could only scoff.

"do your best." hanging up before you could even speak. you groan, dropping the phone to the side. he always called you at a random times and you hated it.

he had an interview today so you went at the tv production to drop off his tea. you came in rushing because he does get a little grumpy when you were late to deliver or do something. youre rushing in and trying to find the man, the set was still empty so you assumed he wasnt starting yet.

there you spot sae in a chair, getting dolled up with some powder and his manager wiping dust off him. you run up to him and and stilled in front of him, catching up with your breath, your hands resting on your knees.

"here...i...got...your...stupid tea!" you huffed in between your words. he opens one eye, eyeing the bag of tea.

"prepare it for me." he went back to close his eyes and youre glad he did because you punched him. or so your imagination did. you were glad there was even hot water here or else you would of have get some elsewhere.

you prepared it and settled it down on the nearby round table near him. "here. now im going." you turn around to before he spoke.

"you didnt think that was all right? youre staying." and you froze, of course he adds on to it... but the more favors the lesser hell ask and you will soon escape from this nightmare!

"of course not!" you faked your smile as you turned around to face his stupid stoic face, where the makeup artist added some finishing touches of applying powder.

"youre on set sae!" his manager fixed his glasses and sae stood up. heading towards the set where an interviewer sat in the other chair. he asked some basic questions like "why did you pursue this." "what are your weaknesses?" those type of questions.

you just stood in the darkness, watching in boredom, tears perking from your eyes from the amount of times youve yawned. you didnt want to take out your phone since they werent allowed so you just abided the rules to respect them.

it finally ended and you had thought staying was another favor he wanted so you can leave! but yeah no it wasnt that easy. sae leaves, taking a sip of his tea before approaching you. towering over you, you just stood there.

"what? am i done?" your eyes beamed.

"yawning during my interview. how amusing." he clicked his tongue. he ignored your question.

"so am i done?" you asked again. like a little kid repeating their question over and over.

"obviously not. youre accompanying me for something." he walked off but you didnt follow. well you didnt really comprehend what he said and stood there stupidly.

sae turned around seeing you werent following. he tilt his head downwards. "come over here." he said with his voice low and you droop as you walked towards him. you just wanted to rest before your shift started and this jerk was just ruining everything.

you were now sitting next to him in his car while his manager drove the both of you. you dont even know where he was taking you, hopefully not kidnapping you.

the ride was mostly silent most of the time, he sat with his arms and legs crossed as he rest his eyes. he almost kept that posture the whole ride, while you were just struggling to sit in one position.

"were here mr. itoshi." his manager steps out of the drivers seat and circles around to open saes door. sae gets out, then pauses—waiting for you to follow.

"okay... where did you take me?" you step out and glance at Sae. his hands are tucked in his pockets as he silently gestures behind you. confused, you turn, only to be met with a breathtaking view of the sea.

"woah, i never knew we had a place like this!" you were in awe. the sun reflected the water beautifully and the sounds of the wave tides filled your ears with ease. your hands rest on the railings, leaning forward.

sae steps up beside you, eyes trained on the sea. you glance at him—maybe it was the stillness of the moment, or the way the breeze softened everything—but he looked… handsome. you hadnt noticed before how long his lower lashes were, how they framed his eyes so effortlessly. it caught you off guard, how something so small could suddenly seem so striking.

"so why did you bring me here?" your attention falls back to the view of the big sea.

he lets out a low hum, inhaling the fresh air around him before exhaling out. "i spend my days looking at the sea. consider this as a favor from you. still got lots to go." he eyed your figure and you wince. damn his gaze was scary.

you sighed and laid your head on your palms. enjoying the breeze and sounds of tide waves. "guess ill have to get used to being with you then."

sae scoffs before walking away. not even muttering a single word to you.

"hey! where are you going?!" you turned around, seeing sae enter in his car. wait surely he doesnt plan to-

he drove off.

"hey what the hell?!" you tried to catch up to the car, but it was far gone. your eye twitched in annoyance before texting him.

you 6:35pm "die"

apology #17

upon meeting with him at his apartment to clean it...even though he could of asked the janitor! but whatever, the sooner you get it done the better. you were hungry on the way, grabbing something cheap and quick so you werent met with a grumpy sae who always got mad for you being so late.

some fries will do! quick and delicious. going to his place, you ring on the doorbell, awaiting for his answer.

he finally did and he looked down at the fries you had.

"your personal janitor has come." before even taking another bite, he snatched it out of you.

"hey! whats your problem?! i paid for those!" you tried to retreat it back, but his tall figure waved it up.

"what an unhealthy snack." he scoffed before throwing it to the nearby trashcan. your jaw dropped and a vein popped on your forehead.

"didnt know my health mattered to you.." you muttered. he only scoffs.

"it ruins the skin, i wouldnt want it in my place." he leaves the door open before walking away. you mocked him entering in, taking your shoes off.

"what was that?" his eyes shifted towards you with his back facing.

"nothing!" you wave your hands up...god you wanted to punch him, there goes your lunch.

sae sits on the couch, while he drinks his seaweed tea. youre dusting off any dirt left on the floor or windows.

"you missed a spot." he sips his tea.

"thats the fifth time you said that, youre fucking with me now." you clenched the broom with an irritated smile.

"then clean better."

"then you can do it mr daddy long eye lashes!" you hand the broom to him. he sips his tea again, going back to his book. you seriously wanted to choke this guy.

the room falls into silence, broken only by the soft swish of the broom across the floor and the occasional rustle of pages as he continues reading.

"youd make a terrible athlete.” he said casually, sipping his tea. It was so out of the blue, you figured he was just trying to make conversation—filling the awkward silence, or at least thats how it felt to you.

your head tilts back at him, a puzzled expression flickered on your face. "how would you know?" your eyes dart on yourself, trying to make sense what gave off that impression of a 'terrible athlete.'

"just a hunch." he says, returning his attention to his book. but was it really just a hunch?

apology #34

sae 6:12am "hey, theres a sale of a new tea. go get it." [attached one photo] you 6:37am "wtf??? i just woke up, it literally ends at 7" read

of course he left you on read...he always does! hes probably doing some interview or television again, but he had a manager, why couldnt he just ask him?!

you didnt bother to brush your hair, you went in pajamas. god you should of brought a sweater too because it was cold! but it was too late to go back now, you were already waiting in line for this stupid tea he wanted.

after a few sniffles and sneezes you finally reached the front, paying for it as quickly as you could and brought it back to your place. youll just give it to him tomorrow since he was probably busy, usually hed text you when to give it to him, so you werent too sure.

but im sure hell understand…you hope. your shift was soon so you had to rest before you started. it was already tiring enough and with sae in the way, even more stressful!

unfortunately you ended up sick. probably from yesterday when you stood in line without a sweater and the cold air was just hitting you. your forehead was burning and you felt super dizzy.

you had called your friend to take that tea you bought to take it to sae, no way in hell can you even get up from your condition right now, you can barely open your eyes and speak a single word.

you didnt inform sae though, youre too worn out to take your phone out to text him.

sae stands with his mask and sunglasses to cover his face. sitting on the bench in front of the water fountain. your friend spots him, and she runs to him.

hearing footsteps approaching, he looks to the side, but it wasnt you, it was her. hes slightly irritated but she couldnt tell under the covers. approaching the footballer, she pants before handing the box of tea to him.

“here you go sae! i brought it for you!” she handed it to him, flashing a smile. she loved seeing her idol just standing in front of her, maybe shed ask if she could hang out with him today.

sae remains silent, which says enough. his gaze fixed on the tea in front of him, not bothering to look at her. his eyes scan the place briefly, searching for any sign of you. when he realizes youre not there, he simply sighs, indifferent.

“wheres [name]?” he slides his hands in his pocket.

“oh! shes sick so she called me to bring this to you!” she flashed a smile at sae but he only scoffs, seriously are you a kid? getting sick and not even taking care of yourself.

“i wanted her to bring it.” he sighed brushing past her, not even bothering to take the tea in her hand or batting an eye at her once. shes left dumbfounded as he leaves her in the middle of the plaza, getting into his car before his manager drives off to who knows where.

you can barely even open your eyes, you swore your immune system wasnt this bad. youre constantly replacing the towel that nestled on top of your forehead every five minutes because it was just so damn hot.

your breathing becomes heavy with sweat dwelling down your forehead. and just your luck, someone rings the doorbell. it was probably her and she came to check up on you, but you can barely even get up on your own, forcing yourself to try and endure it.

groggily dragging yourself to the front of your apartment, you take your time. peering through the peephole, you blink once—then again. it’s sae. you lean against the door for support, raising an eyebrow. what the hell was he doing here? didnt she give it to him?

you undo the locks to the door, opening it to sae standing there who eyes at your discomfort figured.

“what are you, a kid? getting sick from the cold?” he scoffs, watching you stumble, one hand gripping the doorframe for balance.

“you were the one who wanted the tea... didnt she give it to you?” you ask, pausing to catch your breath between words, an eyebrow raised.

“hmph. foolish of me to take it from her when its your job,” he mutters, voice low but pointed.

"im sick you fuckin...ugh whatever i dont have time...for this." you slur your words, sae observes the way your eyes close on their own, seeing how you quickly lost balance.

hes quick to take hold of the collar of your shirt before you fully collapse on the floor. youre on the verge of passing out and he lets out a sigh, lifting you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. "why do you push yourself so hard for...." his voice flat, but his voice trails off mid-sentence, barely audible as you slip into unconsciousness.

your eyes perked open, waking up to the comforts of your bed, and the wet cloth that laid upon your forehead. you could of swore you were talking to sae, but it was probably a dream. no way you had a dream of that jerk.

you inhaled a deep breath before exhaling, taking in the air, you wondered if your friend was here, the cloth felt cold despite your forehead that emitted heat, so she must of changed it every once in a while.

your body jerks at the sound of soft breathing to your right. turning your head, you see the familiar figure of a man sitting in the chair, arms crossed, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. his eyes are shut, lost in sleep.

so sae did stop by, you thought to yourself. you didnt know sae would of done this type of thing. now you remembered. he was upset that you didnt bring him the tea. was that really a big deal? if anything, he was the kid here in this situation.

plus hes an idiot staying in the same room as you. hes going to get sick too. you groan in frustration, sitting up to straighten out your back, your head still burns but at least not as bad in the morning.

you quietly slip off the bed, your steps light as you move toward sae. the sound of his soft breathing calms your nerves, easing the headache pulsing in your skull. a loose strand of hair has fallen across his face, and your fingers itch to move it aside—not for any particular reason. you just wanted a closer look.

your fingers find themselves twirling his pink locks, soft as fur, and you gently tuck them behind his ear, where his bangs fall. you cant help but watch the new sae resting before you. he looks like a completely different person when hes asleep—serene, almost unrecognizable. its easy to see why your friend had taken a liking to him, but thats with him on the field, right now, was a completely different thing.

his skin glistened like crystals, and each time his lashes fluttered, it was as if the world paused. his teal eyes sparkled in the sunlight, a detail you couldnt help but notice with every moment spent beside him. you didnt do it on purpose—it just happened, your mind drifting into a quiet trance, capturing those little details without even realizing.

you groan softly. "why the hell am i thinking about that..." you whispered, your lips formed a thin line as you shake your thoughts away, retreating your hand before his hand took sudden hold of your wrist, halting your movements. his grip was rough, harsh even, but not enough to hurt.

your eyes widened for a split second before returning to your usual gaze. your mouth hangs slightly open while you relaxed into the comforts of your mattress.

"about what." his voice low with his eyes, sharp and intense, awaiting for your answer.

his thumb nestled on the wrist joint, while his tender fingers wrapped delicately around your wrist, slightly caressing it with ease. you cant tell if it was because you were sick, but you felt hot. heat radiating off you by the second and you know he knows. he can feel it too.

"i thought you were asleep." you softly spoke, breaking the calming silence between you two.

he knew you avoided answering his question, but he let it go, not trying to pry into it. "you woke me up." he really was a light sleeper, awoken just from the slightest touch of his hair.

"I didnt mean to." your eyes fall to your wrist, still caught in saes grasp. he follows your gaze, then lets go—slowly, almost reluctantly. silence settles between you again, heavy but not uncomfortable. then, without a word, he takes the towel, folds it carefully, wets it again, and gently presses it to your forehead. his touch is cautious—tender in a way that says more than he ever does.

"i didnt know you knew how to do this." he rest on the chair as you laid back down onto the fluff of your pillow. he scoffs, as if you doubted his ability to do such simple tasks.

"i have a younger brother." he folds his arms and crosses his legs again. for the oldest bother, he still was a jerk, not like you expected much from him anyways.

you let out a low hum of acknowledgment before staring at the ceiling, pondering in thought.

"you owe me for this." you grumbled, you moment of peace was interrupted.

"yeah yeah whatever." you sighed.

apology #52

you arent the type to go out when it was your day off from work, youd just want to relax. but of course sae always asked when you were free most of the time. it does get irritating, but he mostly pays for the things when he invited you, he says he just doesnt want to see his managers face all the time.

it was a little swap meet that piqued saes interest and just wanted to relinquished the memories when he used to come here, he mostly came because he saw there would be a football team playing nearby and he would be spectating anonymously. but of course coming with sae didnt mean you were free, of course you were still his errand 'boy'.

"i saw some known skin care brands over there. make sure theyre real and buy them." he demanded with his harsh tone. and not to mentioned he sent you with his manager, just great. you werent too comfortable with him after that happened...but its whatever, that was like three months ago.

"so...how long have you been working for sae?" you tried to converse with his manager. his appearance came off as timid but merciless when it came to the inside, well thats what you perceived him as.

he doesnt respond, only continuing in search for the little stand sae had mentioned. you only sigh, you tried to be nice, but failed. you kept some distance while walking next to him.

finally finding the stand sae had mentioned, the manager fixes his glasses in search of good brands of skin care for sae. you didnt even know he did skin care, that explains his perfect clear skin.

there were many expensive brands you also recognized, some that even you wanted to buy but werent able to afford. you pick up some items, observing them, it really did seem legit. you can hear his manager talking to the sellers, trying to find the best of the best.

after some looking, you feel like you found some pretty good products. moisturizer and lotion. the brand didnt really have a name except for a crown as its logo and three dots that followed a 'u' shape. the color was a nice shade of black that complimented the design.

you look to the side, you can still see the manager talking to the sellers, he was analyzing this way too much. you only sigh before walking up to him.

"hey! i think these items are best for sae." you displayed the lotion and moisturizer to him. he pushes his glasses up, observing the two products before shaking his head.

"seriously? he wouldnt accept this. just leave it to me." you can see the way he rolled his eyes at you, attitude much, that irked you so much.

"okay you could of at least said it nicer?" you clicked your tongue at him, his idiotic face pissed you off even more.

"i have no intentions of getting to be buddy-buddy with you." your eye twitched.

"still being a baby about what happened three months ago?" you pinch the bridge of your nose. "whatever im buying these." and he snapped.

"spending his money so carelessly, seriously why did he entrust you?" he gave a look of disgust as his glasses glint.

"youre pissing me off four-eyed freak." your lips pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowing.

he scoffed. "you got a real attitude for someone running errands for sae." you were furious—and even more so because he was right. you were just running errands for him. thats all this was. nothing special.

"something you got to say?" a voice calls out from behind him—and his face drains of color. its sae. panic sets in as he scrambles to explain the situation. he turns around to face the man.

"well i was just trying to get the best products for you, and she thinks she knows any better—" sae cuts him off with his cold tone.

"after that." his glare fazes the manger, unmoving.

"n-nothing sir i was just—"

"then stop wasting your breath." the manager falls silent, simply bowing in quiet acknowledgment. sae eyes at you and you awkwardly shift your eyes to the side as he walks up towards you.

"i thought you were going to watch the match. what happened?" you make eye contact with him.

he made a look of disgust. "well in a word, theyre shit." he glared down at your hands, holding two products. he lets out a low hum before speaking.

"buy those." turning around to walk off. you stood there for seconds before registering his words, immediately buying it after.

shortly after he had dropped you off, you still havent thanked him for what had happened, but you didnt want to overlook it as him being nice. thatd feel pretty weird, to you at least.

you 4:23pm "you didnt have to do that." sae 4:29pm "do what?" you 4:31pm "yknow, when your manager guy said all those stuff." sae 4:33pm "dont be ridiculous. he was just talking too much, it was getting annoying."

apology #65

this idiot had the nerve to call you childish for getting sick—now look at him. flushed, feverish, and completely out of it, with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth and that same stoic expression plastered on his pink face.

"how the hell did you end up sick. now youre telling me to come help you when i had work. i had to use my hours you know!" you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"told you you owed me one." he grumbled, followed by a cough.

"rest up daddy long lashes." you pull the thermometer from his mouth and glance at the reading—your eyes widen. thirty-nine.

"im genuinely concern." your eyes trail to his figure. youre not even sure if he can hear you anymore. eyes shut, his breathing grows heavier, and when you press your hand to his forehead, it feels like hes burning up more with every passing second.

you grab the two bowls, one filled with water and one empty, and a towel to lay on his forehead. youre constantly checking his temperature, hoping for a drop, but it never changed, it only climbs higher, forty. you dont even know if that was possible at this point, that was dangerously way too high, youre not even sure if a mere wet towel would help.

"seriously what did you do..." you sighed, your eyes lingering on his flushed face and heavy breathing.

"do you have any medicine..?" you tried to at least get a word out of him, but his fever is just catching up onto him.

"im gonna go look for some okay?" you rise from the small stool youd been sitting on, only to be stopped—sae grips your arm, his hold firm, as if refusing to let you go. without a word, he pulls you toward him until youre nestled against his body. your knee settles between his legs, your chest pressed to his, and your arms resting on either side of him.

"sae—" you prop yourself up but his hand on your back only pressed you down on his chest again, holding you firmly against him. you cant move an inch, he wont let you. your ear rests against his chest, his heartbeat pounds faster with every passing second. but for some reason, it soothes you. like a melody you could hear for hours.

"stay." his voice barely a whisper, his chest rising and falling as he struggles to control his breathing. you can feel the heat radiating off him, burning through the space between you.

"youre not going to feel better. and youll get me sick too." you let out a sigh. you can feel the way he clenched your shirt, his fingers tight with desperation. youre not even sure if hes himself right now—hes never acted in such a way before. it was probably his fever that caused him to be like this but he eventually does let go.

"ill be back." you ran out of his room, rummaging through the storage and cabinets in search of any sort of medicine that could of lessen his fever a bit. there was nothing, who the hell doesnt have an emergency medicine for fevers? you grit your teeth in frustration before making your way back into the room.

"sae, i might take a while but i need to go out and buy some medicine." you grab your bag and phone, making sure you have your wallet with you. before going, you squeeze out the water from his towel, wetting it again before placing it on his forehead. thats when you finally head out.

you had wished the manager was here even when you hated his guts, but he was on vacation since sae would of been relaxing for the next couple days, and those days were just sae being sick unfortunately. your fastest way was to just take the bus.

to the nearest pharmacy you had to take two busses, which wasnt so bad you supposed but it really was far, youre too worried about sae right now. in search for some tylenol, you thought liquid would of been a better choice, sae might of been too weak to take any tablets, so this was convenient.

you were glad you barely had enough to buy it, it was the last of your money, because youre broke. quickly thanking the pharmacist before waiting on your busses which took a while. you check the time, its only been about forty minutes, youre sure sae was fine.

back to his apartment, youre quick to enter in. "sae! i got it!" you exclaimed throughout the halls, walking to his room. you put down your bag on a nearby counter, entering your room, your eyes widen. saes on the ground, his eyes shut closed, every breath seemed labored with his face scrunched with discomfort. a faint sheen of sweat dotted his forehead, as if the simplest movement he were to do was painful.

"Oh my god, Sae!" you rush to him, dropping to your knees with a soft thud, your heart racing as you gently lift his head onto your lap. your fingers brush against his forehead again, and the heat radiating off of him is unbearable. panicked, you grab the towel that slipped to the floor, quickly wetting it before pressing it back onto his forehead, hoping it might bring some relief.

"what the hell are you doing..." you say with a worried expression. opening the bottle of tylenol pouring some into the little cup that came with it.

"drink up sae, youll feel better." you gently poured the cup down his mouth, but he only coughs it out. damn, and you thought the tablets would of been hard.

"sae cmon. you wont recover." you sighed in frustration, trying again, slightly holding his mouth ajar, even when he was in a vulnerable state, he wouldnt budge, not even an inch. you suck up the air around you before grabbing a pillow he could rest on. settling him down on the floor once again.

you hesitate for a bit, trying to shake the thought away, but it lingered, as if it were the only way.

"forgive me sae." you take a sip of the medicine, resting on your tongue. with a steady breath, you lean forward, your heart pounding as you tilt your head toward him. you cant bring yourself to do it, but his discomforted face only worries you, like it were your job to do this.

gently, you pressed your lips against his, transferring the medicine slowly, ensuring it wouldnt spill. its a brief, tender moment and the air shifts. something about it felt different, with an unspoken understanding. losing contact with his lips, you felt as if you lost that spark. the kiss was electrifying and it sent shivers down your spine.

his breath was warm against your skin. you felt as if you crossed the line, but youre not sure in the mind. it was all just to help sae feel better, that kiss meant nothing. he was somehow able to swallow the medicine without trouble with your help.

evening comes by fast, and sae awoken. he feels the bed dip to his right—its you. resting your head gently on the soft mattress, breaths soft and steady. he sits up slowly, propping himself up with his elbows, his fingers twitched as they brushed lightly against your delicate hands.

he cant help but look at the back of his hands, he felt something warm on his lips, even on the verge of passing out, he could of sworn he did. it was like a warmth that ingulfed him in comfort, something he could never experience again.

he presses his index and middle finger to his lips, applying gentle pressure against it. no that didnt feel right...it wasnt the same kind of warmth.

his gaze lingers on your hands before he takes hold of your wrist, gently pressing your fingers to his lips. it feels oddly familiar, but not quite the same. hes confused, what could it have been? he wants to experience that warmth once more. he turns his attention on your sleeping figure.

his long, tender fingers ghosts against your cheeks, feeling the way your body jolt from the lingering touches. he cant help but just stare at your rosebuds, slightly parted, looking so soft and full. his fingers trail to your jawline, tracing down to your chin as his thumb grazes your bottom lips.

the words "forgive me, sae" echoed in his mind. it was your voice — the last thing he heard before feeling the warmth of your embrace. he gently tilted your chin upward, leaning in to close the space between you, drawn to the soft rhythm of your breath against his lips. but just before he could close the gap, he froze. he didnt know why he stopped. he wanted to feel it—but something held him back, and he couldnt explain it.

its not until your head shifts, feeling the discomfort of saes finger, your lips connect. now he knows, this was the same warmth he felt earlier. he cant pull back, its addicting, inviting—intoxicating. hes not sure why feels this way. its weird, he cant explain it. youre just a little errand pet that has to make up for her apologies. youre nothing that falls beyond that point.

pulling back, he could only stare, dumbfounded by what he had just done. his hand rose instinctively to cover his lips, and as the realization sank in, a faint red tint crept up his cheeks.

"クソ(shit)." he cursed himself.

apology #96

"ive reserved somewhere for us. dress up errand 'boy'." sae speaks on the other line with his flat tone.

"what? i have work today, cant." you held the phone in between your head and shoulder, busy cleaning up your apartment. youve already used up a lot of your hours the past four months just for saes stupid favors.

"are you forgetting about your—"you cut him off, of course he always used that!

"just shut up. what time?" you sigh frustratedly.

"eight. ill pick you up at eight." he hangs up. honestly why couldnt he just go by himself? or just go with his stupid manager that you still hated. you didnt even know where he was taking you in the first place too but you assumed it was somewhere fancy. its something you havent done in a while, but its always nice to dress up.

you took your time, brushing on your makeup with gentle strokes, each touch bringing out your natural beauty. the dress you chose flowed effortlessly around your figure, hugging you like it was made just for you. you styled your hair with care, delicate jewelry catching the light as you fastened each piece. finally, you slipped on your heels, heart fluttering just a little as you glanced at your reflection—its been a while since youve dressed like this.

you enjoy the sounds of your heels clanking, it actually made you feel pretty. but it was almost time for sae to pick you up. patiently awaiting for him, you hear your doorbell rang. it must be him.

carrying your purse, you make your way to the front, opening it to see sae in a tuxedo, a red one.

the two of you exchanged glances, wrapped in silence. saes eyes lingered longer than usual, unmoving, almost unreadable. it wasnt like him—but then again, maybe it was the way you looked tonight. maybe he just wasnt used to seeing you like this.

his hand rose to your chin, which makes you halt your thoughts. his mind still lingers on the kiss you two shared, staring at your lips, so inviting, asking for his touch again. he wonders if you still think about it, crave for it.

his thumb gently grazed your lips, wiping away the layers of lipstick you carefully applied just for tonight.

“you look better without makeup,” he said with his voice flat, casually brushing his thumb against his own mouth—now stained with the faintest hint of pink from your lips. the pink really complimented his features more.

your face heats up, he really just did that in front of you, youre too busy in a trance when hes already walking away.

"ah wait!" you take careful steps towards him.

what he reserved was at a nice fancy restaurant, the most expensive in the city. youre overwhelmed by the different choices of food you never even heard of and these people surrounding you were probably millionaires also. you really felt out of place.

"whyd you bring me here…" you muttered, eyes skimming over the menu—every dish and side priced higher than what you made in a week.

"obviously to eat. youre just here because they don’t take reservations for one, other wise i wouldnt have asked." he said flatly, setting his menu down like he already knew what he wanted, resting his chin on his fist.

"right..." you sighed, of course, he wouldnt just randomly invite you because he wanted to.

"did you already decide?" he drinks the glass of wine that was brought to both you and him.

"i dont—i dont even know some of these dishes." at this point you might as well get the kids meal, which was the cheapest dish, but also expensive.

"just get the steak, im getting impatient here." he sighed as you settled the menu down.

"well i wasnt the one who wanted to go to this expensive ass resturant!" you grumbled.

"at least someone like you can step foot in here." he retorted back.

getting both of your guys meal, sae already takes bites of his food. but youre here admiring the beauty of your steak.

"eat your food." he notices you havent touched your food.

"it looks pretty though."

"im paying a hefty amount for it. eat it." he says, voice sharp.

you click your tongue at him, taking your knife and fork, smoothly slicing through the steak, taking just one bite of that steak. it was heaven.

the flavors burst across your tongue—not too chewy, not overcooked, just perfectly balanced. it was enough to make your eyes light up. so this is what fancy restaurants were like?

"calm yourself. youre too excited for something so normal." he sighed taking a bite of whatever he ordered,

"its the best steak ive ever had." you fell limp on your chair.

"hmph. wagyu is better." he scoffed.

after dinner, the two of you stepped out of the restaurant. the vibrant glow of billboards and neon signs bathed you and sae in shifting colors, painting the night in soft hues.

the moment you stepped out, the chilly air hit you. you immediately hug yourself, trying to give yourself warmth.

"ah—cold!" you shivered, hugging your arms around yourself. you hadnt brought a jacket, not expecting the night to be this chilly — just like last time. sae glanced over, his sigh barely audible as he watched you try to keep warm. without a word, he slipped off his tux jacket and gently draped it over your head and shoulders, letting it fall around you like a quiet embrace.

a low hum escaped his lips as you glanced up at him, but he didnt even spare you a glance. was he always this… considerate? the unexpected gesture sat heavily on your chest, stirring an odd warmth that only made the silence between you more awkward. you werent sure how to react—only that your words caught somewhere between gratitude and confusion.

"uhm… thanks," you mumbled, your fingers awkwardly clutching the edges of his jacket. it was still warm from his body, and the faint scent of his cologne clung to the fabric. you avoided his gaze, pulling it tighter around yourself, hoping he didnt notice the way your heart skipped.

the soft clack of your heels and the steady thud of his shoes echoed down the quiet street as the two of you walked side by side toward his car. sae kept his hands buried in his pockets, expression unreadable, while you held tightly onto his jacket draped over your shoulders. you werent sure why, but your heart seemed to beat faster with every step—maybe it was the weight of his scent on the fabric, or simply the feeling of being this close to him.

he drives you back to your apartment, the car ride back was quiet, only filled with the low-hum of the car engine and a soft whistle of wind slipping through the the cracks of the window, the tension of silence was heavier than it needed to be.

he pulls up in front of your apartment. sae steps out first, and you follow, rounding the car only to find him already there, waiting. your eyes lift to meet his, but the moment your gazes touch, your breath hitches and you quickly glance away—too flustered to hold his stare for long.

"your jacket." you clear your throat, shaking away the thoughts that flustered you. fingers curl around the lapels of his jacket, ready to return it—until youre stopped. saes hand wraps gently around your wrist, halting your movements.

"y-yes..?" you accidentally stammer your words. shit, now it just looks like youre nervous. he takes little steps towards you, your back hitting the car.

silence fills the air, the only light that emitted was the moon and the stars above you. his gaze intense and fierce, you cant look away from him, not with that look.

"one more favor." he releases your wrist, only to let his hand trail upward—fingers brushing along your jawline, slow and deliberate. His touch is light, almost hesitant, until he reaches your chin, tilting it up with ease, guiding your gaze to meet his, he wanted to relinquished that warmth he felt that day.

"can i...?" he leans in, his breath warm against your lips, mouth slightly parted with intent. you dont pull away—instead, your stillness speaks volumes. taking it as consent, he closes the gap in one smooth motion, crashing his lips against yours with heat and urgency. his hand stays firm on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he deepens the kiss, like hes been holding it in for far too long.

you return the kiss, a little hesitant at first, unsure of where to place your hands. before you can decide, sae takes your wrists gently, guiding your arms around his neck. the second your fingers meet, he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with quiet intensity—as if hes afraid to let the moment slip away.

your hands find its way to his soft pink strands, massaging his scalp in the meantime. his hands takes hold of your waist with a firm grip, not wanting to let go of you. of this kiss.

your felt cold the moment he pulled away, missing the warmth of his lips, his chest rose and fell rapidly, seeing the way you struggled to keep up with him.

"one more." he whispered in between gasps, this time with more passion, more rough. addicted to your lips, letting himself loose with you. his hands nestled in your hair, instinctively tugging on your locks.

you couldnt help the soft moans slipping past your lips—and he adored them. each sound stirred something deep within him, something he hadnt realized he craved. his tongue slid past your parted lips, drawing a gasp from you as he deepened the kiss, exploring you with a hunger that bordered on desperation. he was drowning in you, and for once, he didnt want to come up for air.

pulling out from the kiss, a thing string of saliva lingered between your lips and his. a bit of your lipstick leftover smeared on his face. you look disheveled, breathless as your mouth hangs slightly. saes hair messy, as he stared at you with his sharp gaze that remained locked on you. the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, his desire for more clear in every silent second that passed. the tension is broken with the sound of saes ringtone.

he sighed, releasing his grip on you before taking his call. you stand there dumbfounded. did you just makeout with him? it was so intense, and it felt more than just a damn favor that you owed him.

returning his attention on you, you both feel the awkwardness that filled the air between you two.

"i have to get going." he stated bluntly, as if nothing happened between the two of you. like that kiss was nothing.

"uh—yeah. me too." you rub the sides of your arm, not so sure of what to do. after a few awkward exchanges, you bow, signaling your goodbye.

you walk pass him, unmoving, the clanks of your heels falter as you enter in the comforts of your abode.

he slid into the drivers seat of his car, leaning back with a sigh as he allowed the weight of the moment to settle. his mind replayed the passionate kiss between you two, each tender touch and heated embrace lingering in his thoughts. he couldnt shake the feeling, the taste of you still on his lips, as he sat there, lost in the memory of what had just transpired.

entering in your apartment, you shut your door tightly, replaying the the intimacy you two exchanged. the way his big hands gripped you effortlessly, the way his tongue asserted his dominance over you. his sharp gaze that makes you faze under one look.

you cant help but undress yourself, inhaling the scent of saes cologne that lingered on his jacket. your fingers finds it ways to your clit, rubbing it in circles as your body jerked.

sae cant help but unclasped his belt with one swift motion, the leather coming free with a soft click. the jangling sounds of the belt and the shuffling of his pants pulled down with eager, his cock springing to life with a wobble.

the sounds of your muffled moans echoing inside his head while he jerks himself. teasing the tip of his twitching pink tip that leaked of pre-cum, imagining your delicate small hands wrapped around his shaft. little grunts filled the car, with ragged breathing that followed, the air around him becomes hot.

your bed creaked. shifting your legs, imagining his large long fingers teasing your sopping cunt. collecting the slick that formed as lubricant, inserting your ring and middle finger in with ease. moans ripped from your throat, your nose brushing against his jacket, smelling his scent.

"i want to touch her."sae pants, speeding up his ministrations on himself, eyes shut closed, imagining your naked figure in front of him, using your pretty petite hands on him. a shaky breath escaped him, his chest rising with restrained emotion.

"i want to see her." his breathing hitched. cock twitching like crazy as his body quivered, toned muscles tensing as beads of sweat shimmered under the moons gentle glow.

"i want to be inside of her." he gasped out with one final stroke, his hot white lava spurt upwards, ribbons of cum spraying over his hand and cock. his chest rose and fell, breath shallow and quick.

"i want him to touch me." you thrust your fingers with rigger pace, curling upwards to massage your gummy walls that tightened on your fingers. the sounds of your squelching pussy echoing around the room.

"i want to see him." you let out moans of pleasure, the only vision that blurred your mind was the face of sae. his pretty lashes, his thick thighs, his big hands. legs quivering, speeding up the thrusting of your fingers as your free hands pinched your nipples, increasing the pleasure.

"i want him to be inside of me." gasping out, you grit your teeth with furrowed eyebrows. moans threatening to escape past your lips, failing to conceal them. you take one final whiff of his jacket, the smell of sae—its enough to make your juices squirt out of your cunt.

apology #99

its the longest time hes gone without contacting you. you wondered if that kiss was a part of this. you dont know why, you feel upset. its not like he was important to you, thats what you tell yourself. youre just running errands for him. just two more and youre done with the deal.

he didnt text you, he didnt call you. he didnt come to meet you. you wondered where it all went wrong, you should be glad. you never enjoyed doing these favors for him. it got irritating, but now youre not sure.

you couldnt take it anymore. grabbing a box of his favorite salted seaweed tea, you brought it to him, knowing he mustve run out by now. the silence between you two was unbearable. youd grown used to his presence—so much so, the thought of him not being in your life anymore made everything feel… different. emptier. gray.

you make your way to his apartment, scared and nervous. youre not sure if he even wanted to see you right now. but you cant help it. you...you miss him.

ringing the doorbell to his room. awaiting and hoping he was home. your breathing becomes unsteady and your heart pounds with anticipation. the door opens, revealing the person you longed the see, sae.

his gaze didnt falter, it was as if he expected your to come.

"s-sae. i brought in some tea for you as another..." you trail off. handing the box of tea to him. he only sighs, noticing your anxious self.

"come in." he turned around, signaling for you to follow.

you awkwardly walk in, taking your shoes off before stepping foot onto the floor.

your lips quivered, following him into the kitchen, placing the box of tea down on the marble counter. your fingers twiddled with each other, trying to ease that discomfort that was built inside the gut of your stomach. but you couldnt stop it, you just felt as if it worsened.

"why are you nervous." sae leans against the countertop next to you. your eyes meet—curious, searching—exchanging silent questions neither of you dare to voice.

"you havent been asking for favors." you shift your eyes elsewhere, avoiding his gaze purposely. you wanted to speak your mind, but you didnt want this to end. you were almost at the end, but you didnt want to leave sae. not after everything.

your train of thought shatters the moment he cages you between his arms, his body leaning in close. his presence looms over you, intense and quiet, eyes locked on you with a gaze that makes your breath catch.

"youre still calling these 'favors'..." he trails off. his voice carries a weight now—no longer flat, no longer distant, but serious in a way that makes your heart skip.

"but they stopped being that after a while now. didnt they?" he leaned forward, breath tickling your ears, his voice low and deep that sent shivers down your spine.

your breathing hitch, swallowing the knot of saliva that built up on your tongue.

"then what are they." your hands snakes up to his broad shoulders, taking hold of them.

"excuses to see each other. to keep us close." his voice hoarse. hes so close now, his presence overwhelming. you cant help the way your heart races, something stirring deep in your stomach—nervous, excited, maybe even hopeful. he brushes the back of his hand on your cheek, weighing the risk.

"let me touch you. let me be close. just this once." he seductively whispered to you, chest flushing against yours. you dont move, you dont flinch, none of that, only nodding.

on both sides of the bed, you undress yourself as sae does the same. you inhale sharply before slowly exhaling, turning to meet saes gaze. his eyes linger on your body a second too long, and something about it makes you feel exposed—like he could see right through you. instinctively, you cover the parts of yourself he seemed to want most.

he exhales a breath, taking in the sight of your naked figured. youre breathtaking. he doesnt understand why you try to hide the beautiful parts of yourself. stepping up behind you, one arm gently loops around your neck, the other slipping around your waist, holding you close.

"dont cover. let me see all of it." placing tender kisses on your neck, nibbling on the soft flesh that emit soft moans from your lips. your eyes lowered, slowly removing you arms that covered your sensitive areas.

he guides you to the bed, the mattress dipping beneath the added weight, causing you to bounce lightly. his hands settle on either side of your head, a knee slipping between your legs as he hovers over you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"its been too long." his hand lowers to your sweet spot, ghosting his fingers over your cunt that ached to be touched. you were wet by the second just by the mere sight of sae in front of you, knowing hed be the one taking you.

his fingers graze along your clit and your body shuttered under his touch. arms instinctively looping around his neck, eyes shut closed. sae looks down, rubbing his fingers in circles. taking in the moans that you so wanted to conceal.

“let it out. i want to hear it all.” he trailed soft kisses along your jaw, down to your shoulder, tender and gentle. you arms pulled him in close, moaning in his ear so shamelessly as your hips moved in a circular motion.

collecting the built up slick, gliding his fingers up and down before inserting them with ease.

"s-sae..." your mouth hangs open and its amusing enough for him to continue. curling his fingers up, he reaches the spot of your gummy walls that has you arching, your thighs that instinctively tried to close on their own.

“keep them open. i want to see you.” he forced your legs open, widespread, resting a hand on your knee, sitting back to see his fingers that were coated in your wetness.

its embarrassing, sae stares at your cunt that was being pleasured by him. his cock, painfully hard, needing a desperate release from you.

he pulls back, halting his ministrations, giving you a moment to catch your breath. you feel the warmth of his touch linger as he settles beside you, his eyes still tracing every inch of you.

“hurry.” he demanded impatiently. his cock twitching in anticipation, waiting for your touch. you prop yourself up, just to be met met with his huge cock. your eyes widened, completely in awe with his size.

“what the hell is this…?” you stared up at him.

“huh? what do you mean—my cock obviously.” he grumbled, waiting for you to hurry up. you swallow the built-up saliva on your tongue, your hand slowly reaching up to touch his cock. the moment your fingertips graze his skin, his body jolts—subtle, but telling—reacting to your lingering touch.

the way he released those breathless groans encouraged you to fasten your pace, stroking him up and down, fingers grazing the visible veins on his cock—thumb grazing his tip that already leaked of pre-cum.

"am i doing okay...?" you tilt your head up, your eyes are met with a flushed itoshi sae, mouth left hanging, eyes narrowed, and cheeks that flushed a faint red. the sight alone just made you more insatiable, like you wanted more from him.

your lips trembled with hesitation, but your mind was made up—you wanted this. you werent about to let the moment slip away. with a breathless pause, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his tip, slow and deliberate.

"fuck." he breathed out, feeling how your lips sucked his tip. light suckles that has him sucking in a breath. you go in, inch by inch, till you only took what you can.

he cradled your head in his large hands, fingers threading through your hair with a gentle intensity, gripping just enough to make your breath hitch as he held you close. your head bobs, drool seeping out from the corner of your mouth.

"keep going." he threw his head back, abs flexing with heavy breaths. instinctively gripping his hold harsher, feeling your warm mouth wrap around his shaft. youre only encouraged to fasten yourself, feeling him twitch hard inside.

but you wanted more. more than this. you latch yourself off his cock. sae catches up with his breathing, his gaze met with yours—eyes that pleaded with unspoken desire, burning with hunger only he could satisfy. and he understood the assignment perfectly.

he guides you down on your back, hands that laid you gently as they roamed your body, tracing random patterns as he trails down, massaging your mounds, feeling the softness of them. your body heats up, seeing how he hovered over you made you excited.

he takes hold of his cock, settling them in between your folds that was covered in your wetness. your sopping cunt that pulsed, yearning for his cock to be inside.

"tell me to stop if it hurts." he warns you beforehand, of course with something that big, it would surely stretch you out like crazy. you only nod, his elbows nestled on both sides of your head.

his pretty face hovered above you, eyes locked with yours—not just with lust, but something deeper, something indescribable that sparked a flame stronger than desire, a flame you werent so sure of.

his tip prodding at your hole, your lips parted slightly in anticipation, your breath becoming impatient. he pushes his hips forward, sheathing himself more in your walls, a breathless moan slips from both your mouths, tangled in the heat between you.

you arms instinctively wrap around his neck as leverage from the stretch of his cock that slowly filled you up. sae lets out groans that filled your ears, pushing past your pussy lips. the way your walls fluttered around his cock fueled his desires more than before.

"mmh.." a grunt escapes you as your nails carve crescent marks into his toned back, your brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut. he hisses, watching as your face scrunches in discomfort.

"does it hurt..?" he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand—gently wiping off the tears that slipped out the corner of your eyes.

"i-its okay. i want you to move." you flash him a weak smile, and his eyes widen. the way you ached for him mirrored his own longing. there was no turning back now.

slowly but gently thrusting in you, his tip poking the same spongey spot that made you into a whining mess. you cant help but arch your back, head throwing back from the pain that soon subsided with pleasure.

he longed to kiss you again, desperately latching onto your sweet lips, letting his tongue explore and taste you. the moans slipping from both your mouths were muffled in the heat of the kiss.

he grinds his hips on you. the warmth of your walls made his mind go hazy—intoxicating and unforgettable. now that hes had a taste, he knows hell never be able to let it go.

you admire his face—the way his lashes flutter and gently bat at you makes the moment feel all the more intimate. youve longed for his touch, and now, hes finally giving you just that.

your legs warp around his hips, accessing him deeper inside of you, you can feel it in your stomach. it stirs that familiar knot deep inside you—a sign that release is drawing near. he can only push in so deep, feeling his abdomen tighten.

his mouth wanders to your neck, grazing your skin with soft kisses and the occasional playful bite, marking you like a promise.

"last one." you breathed out, your lips parted as you take sight of his cheeks that flushed with the color of pink, his sharp gaze that locked on you with desperation and intensity that steals your breath.

"one more favor." his bangs clung to his forehead, pearls of sweat trailing down his skin—his abs glistening under the soft light, like marble kissed by heat. he lets out ragged breaths, his big hands that gently handled you with care, feeling up your body.

he leans in close to your ear, his breathless moans spilling into it, sending shivers down your spine as he continues his slow, deliberate thrusts.

"be mine" he says without hesitation, more like a growled, a demand. his voice laced with certainty. he knows exactly what he wants—and he’s certain you want it too. your eyes widen from his 'request', taking in his words.

you let out a giggle, pulling him in close.

"yes, i will." your breath hitches, and sae feels the way your walls tighten around him—a silent signal that youre close. he is too, chasing that final high with you, completely in sync.

"i-im close sae." you throw your head back, lost in the moment. sae doesnt respond—not with words, at least. hes too consumed, too focused on you. he wants to savor this—this moment of love that makes him feel alive again.

the sounds of a soft 'phwap' echoed repeatedly, the sounds of your squelching cunt that spilled of your juices, and the sounds of moans that escaped from your lips filled the air.

"f-fuck...sae—!" he sucked in a breath hearing the way his name rolled off your tongue. you came from your high, juices that came pouring down, making a mess on his cock and the sheets beneath you. sae helps ride out your orgasm, grinding into your sopping cunt that throbbed.

"[n-name]. he gasped out in between. hes close too. making sure he gets the feelings of your cunt for the last seconds of it. pulling out with ease, he jerks off his cock, as ribbons of cum coated your body, splattering you like a canvas he paints on. the moan of release that tore from his throat sounded like music to your ears—raw, deep, and intimate. it stirred something inside you, a warmth that coiled deep in your stomach.

the breathless moans that you both let out fill the room, releasing your arms around his neck as sae admires the mess he made on you. e quietly slips off the bed, returning moments later with a small cloth hed soaked in warm water, his touch gentle as always, with slow, careful strokes, he cleaned the warmth and sweat from your body, treating you with a quiet kind of affection.

"hey, are you okay..?" he asks, noticing how unresponsive you were—your chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven movements.

you let out a soft hum of approval, a light chuckle that fell from your lips. you sat up to meet with his gaze. theres a moment of silence between you two, after that youre not so sure what else to say.

you both took turns in the shower, washing away the warmth and sweat clinging to your skin. now, you sit quietly on the edge of his bed, the sheets cool against your legs, while sae steps out of the bathroom—running a towel through his damp hair.

he settles besides you, mattress dipping from his weight, noticing how you fiddled with your fingers on your lap. he knows youre nervous when you do that.

"whats wrong." his voice gentle, hands traveling to your nervous hands to soothe you. you exhale a deep sigh, returning your gaze to him.

"are we...." you trail off, struggling to find the right words, afraid anything you say might come out wrong and ruin the moment. The silence stretches, not uncomfortable, but heavy with things unsaid.

he knows whats on your mind. his hand finds your chin, drawing your in close.

"we are." he reassures you, he says with that stoic expression that planted on his face, followed by a sweet kiss, this time it felt different. a tender kiss full of love.

you both pull out from the kiss, and you cant help but flash a smile at him.

"i guess im not your errand 'boy' anymore haha." you giggle softly, and he responds with a low hum, his gaze distant as if his mind lingers on something unspoken.

"愛してます." your face left a puzzled expression with the sudden change of language.

"what?" you raised an eyebrow.

"i called you an errand boy." he flicks your forehead playfully, and you yelp in surprise, your hands instinctively reaching up to soothe the sting. you grumbled, pinching his cheek in retaliation.

hiii this took me so long wahh i hope u guys enjoy it :>

tags ✎: @rinrinniebaby @kaiserpussy

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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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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જ⁀♡⊹｡° sniper, sniper, sniper ♡ wifey, wifey, wifey

( bllk boys showing you off )

♡ a/n — i just love the tiktok trend so :) ( was going to attach a link to a tiktok showing what i was talking abt but it wouldn't work. just look up sniper sniper sniper wifey wifey marines and you'll see what i meant :) )

♡ content — all characters are 18+ !!, mentions of tiktok & instagram, slight cursing, tbh bad writing, nicknames like 'love' , 'wifey' , and 'my girl' used, probably ooc characters

♡ synopsis — blue lock boys showing off their girlfriend :)

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' oh that's your wifey ? ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...tiktok maker

if there was anyone you would really and truly call chronically online, it would be him. every day he'd come to you with some new word he learned from tiktok, or a meme that would plague your house for weeks until it went away.

so when he pulled out his phone to show you a video, you weren't expecting it to be a couples trend.

" please, please, pleaseee, love? you'd look so cute in my arms like that ! " and he had just won a big game...how could you say no to him?

so here you were, being carried like a bride in your lovely boyfriend's arms. if it were anyone else, you'd be too worried about how long they could hold you, but since it was him you didn't worry.

it took a few tries, each of you messing up a part at least once and you accidentally dropping the phone a few times, but after you figured it out, the video was practically perfect.

they posted it to their public tiktok account with the caption

' not my wifey yet, but soon ;) '

and to say all the notifications were making his phone glitch would be an understatement.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ BACHIRA MEGURU, hiori yo, SHIDOU RYUSEI, chigiri hyoma, OTOYA EITA, isagi yoichi

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...instagram poster

maybe, just maybe it was wrong of him.

wrong of him to want to post these pictures the two of you had taken on your date to the aquarium?

if he were any other, normal, person this wouldn't have seemed like a big deal, but since he had at least a million followers and some were a bit more obsessed than others, it was.

you'd told him multiple times that you were okay with him posting you, really if he was happy, you were happy. maybe it was the egoist in him, but he wanted to keep you to himself.

fuck it.

if you wanted to be posted, he was going to post you. who cared what anyone else thought? their opinions didn't mean anything to him.

he selected a few of the pictures the two of you had taken at the aquarium, sneaking one of a lipstick stain on his neck in the middle of the slides.

if he was going to announce his relationship to the public, why not let the world know how utterly whipped he was for you?

the caption was a simple

' gotta love my girl ♡ '

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ YUKIMIYA KENYU, karasu tobito, REO MIKAGE, alexis ness, RANZE KURONA, gin gagamaru

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...national television?!

the ever illusive pro soccer player. that's what every press agency called your boyfriend.

his ability to somehow dodge any paparazzi and answer very short questions during press conferences made every view into his personal life shine like gold.

based on an instagram story ( that was taken down in less than 10 minutes ) where a picture of him with his arms around a woman in a bathroom mirror, the media could assume he was in a relationship. in that photo, however, the woman's face was not visible, so the questioned still remained...

what woman could capture this mans heart?

he hadn't cared, not really. a photo was nothing to him, but you were everything. he tried really hard to keep your identity private, he didn't want you to be absorbed into a world of cameras always in your face.

but after he made the game winning goal of a very important game...all he wanted to do was see you.

maybe it was the way he could see you in the section you'd always sat, or maybe it was his ego wanting to tell everyone "yeah i'm the best soccer player, and yeah i have the best girl, what about it?"

as all of the adoring fans rushed the field, including you, he just wanted to see you. he knew, realistically, he should just go back to the locker room and come meet you afterwards like he usually did, but not today.

he shrugged off ever reporter and fan that wanted to talk to him, which was nothing new, but instead of leaving to the locker room, they watched as he walked over to you

he knew all eyes were on him, the world still watching...but he couldn't find it in himself to care. he wrapped his arms around your waist

" made that goal for you, ya know? "

you were a little surprised at his appearance, but if he didn't care neither than you.

" i know. "

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ NAGI SEISHIRO, rensuke kunigami, RIN ITOSHI, shidou ryusei, ZANTETSU TSURUGI, sae itoshi

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' i think i like her . ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

this was a midnight brain dump so it's pretty bad, but i hope yall liked it :)

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Okay okay chat I need yall’s opinion on sum..

He’s my second blue lock oc, his name is hyun jum and I love him sm, HE’S SO FINE OMG

HOT THINGS HE DOES — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, barou shouei content: gn! reader, kind of but not really suggestive content notes: a new day, a new way for me to simp for the blue lock boys

⋆｡° isagi yoichi

his intense eye contact has you feeling hot all over. like when you’re talking or doing something that demands attention from him, isagi is focused. only. on. you. literally nothing can break his eye contact

not only is his stare (he’s got pretty eyes!!) but it’s also because it shows that he’s attentive and listening and actually actively engaging with whatever you’re doing or saying and there’s nothing more attractive than that

Keep reading

THINGS YOU DO THAT HE FINDS HOT — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, barou shouei content: gn! reader, suggestive content notes: hope you enjoy!

⋆｡° isagi yoichi

oh. my. gosh. isagi is absolutely down bad for you wearing his clothes — specifically, his jersey. tbh all the players love when you do but with mr. isagi “egoist” yoichi is one of the most obsessed with it.

whether his clothes are loose, tight, or fit just right, isagi’s face is flushed red and his eyes are glued to you with stars in them. after he see you in his jersey, he’s giving you his sweatshirts and jackets and looking up matching clothes on the internet

⋆｡° bachira meguru

bachira immediately gets butterflies in his stomach whenever you dance. he loves seeing how carefree you are when you do and just the way you twist and move your body.

if you really want to make his heart skip a beat, invite him to dance with you with an outstretched hand and a sweet grin and he’s absolutely putty in your hands. when you dance as close as you can, chest to chest, he’s melting in your arms with an uncharacteristically shy smile and a whole army of butterflies in his stomach

⋆｡° kunigami rensuke

kunigami really, really, really likes it when you openly admire his physique. he’s not trying to be vain but he works hard for his muscles so he loves it when you show your appreciate for that hard work

you can do this in various ways: compliment him, stare at him when he works out, squeeze around his arm and ask if he’s bulked up more since the last time that he saw you with a little, cheeky smile. whatever you do, it has kunigami feeling a little lightheaded

⋆｡° nagi seishiro

this might be cliché but nagi thinks it’s super hot when you get really passionate about things that either you like or that he likes. as someone who is pretty lazy, there’s something about the contrast of you getting fired up that he likes. he’s focuses on how animated you get when you’re telling him about something you love, the way you speak, the way you gesture, nagi just can’t take his eyes of you

like i said, he really likes you being passionate about things he likes. when you get really into a video game you’re playing together, sharp eyes trained in the screen and your fingers mashing buttons on your console, cursing quietly under your breath when something doesn’t go right — it may not seem that nagi is paying attention but he is and he’s enjoying every moment he’s spending with you

⋆｡° chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s face gets really warm whenever you trace your fingers along his face. you’re reverent, enraptured by his beauty and even though chigiri is always told how pretty he is, it’s different when it comes from you because it’s you. he’s squirming and blushing under your gaze

what makes him even more flustered is if you’re cuddling with one another and you ghost your fingertips along his jawline and whisper about just how beautiful he is. there’s something so intimate about it and chigiri feels like he’s locked in some sort of trance with you that neither of you really care to leave

⋆｡° rin itoshi

laughing at his jokes even when they’re deadass not funny is the quickest way to get rin’s heart thumping. because he’s someone who’s usually super serious, it’s kind of rare for him to crack any quips but when he does, it usually falls flat because people think he’s serious (or because it’s blatantly not funny) but you can always figure out when he does and he can count of you to let out a little giggle at the very least

maybe it’s the way your mouth curves into a smile or the way your eyes light up with amusement but rin just thinks you look your best when you’re laughing (especially at his jokes/“jokes”). he presses adoring kisses to every inch of your face when you get a private moment together

⋆｡° barou shouei

barou is an absolute sucker for you getting along with his younger sisters. he’d honestly rather die than admit it but regardless of how old they are (if they’re really much younger or pretty close in age to him), you being an older sibling figure and role model to them really attracts him to you

he may always roll his eyes when his sisters insert themselves into your time together, but he would absolutely kill for them (and for you) so seeing all the people he cares most getting close just makes him feel even more superior for choosing you as his partner. when they finally do leave you alone, he’s definitely pulling you into his arms to show you his appreciation

Hiii. I love your work . Could i request a fic for isagi , rin and anyone you want with a reader who is insecure of being chubby after seeing the blue lock boys fangirls . No need to do it if you don’t want 💗

A/N: hii dear ofc I'm doing this 🥰 this is coming from a chubby girl herself, plz never think your body isn't as pretty as others cause you are gorgeous love I just know it 😍 Featuring: Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi Description: chubby fem! reader is insecure of her body and he hypes her up.

Isagi Yoichi

"Let's go" you step out in the hall, where Isagi is already waiting for you to finish getting dressed.

He gets up from the couch and scans you from head to toe, his smile dropping as he inquires,

"I thought you were going to wear that dress today." Isagi points out, "what's up with this?"

"Oh I just…" you sheepishly tug at the hem of your top, "I didn't feel like it."

"Is everything okay?" Isagi raises an eyebrow, still not convinced.

You hate the way your boyfriend sees right through you. And of course, nothing is okay. But you can't just tell him how you have been thinking of the fangirls who ran into you two last week.

There was no doubt in your heart that this man had eyes only for you, but it was moments like these that made you question everything all over again. Because those girls looked so gorgeous with the way they owned their bodies, and no matter how hard you try, you can never seem to pull off your outfits the way they do.

"Okay something is definitely wrong," Isagi declares, walking towards you as he gently grips your shoulders, "I know that look and I don't like it."

"It's nothing," you shove him off, circling him to move towards the shoe rack.

"Babe," Isagi breathes with such softness and sincerity that you can't help but drop the heels you picked and turn around to confront him.

"I just…" you murmur, hugging your torso, "I just don't feel like I'm… pretty enough."

"What?" Isagi blinks, clueless. This is the first time you have ever voiced out your insecurity to him and he looks like he had never noticed how your body didn't fit the standards.

"I mean this," you sigh, dropping your arms to signal all over yourself, "this is not…"

"Yeah sure," Isagi snorts as he walks upto you and pulls you into a hug, "I don't care what you say, because I like this."

"What?" now you were confused one.

"Just look at you," he cups your face, squishing your plump cheeks between his palms, "you are perfect. Don't think such things."

"Yeah sure," you push him away, grabbing your belly, "this isn't cute. Stop saying things just to make me happy."

"What do you mean?" Isagi counters, genuine hurt simmering in his deep blue eyes as he kneels down to squish your pudgy stomach, "this is so cute. Anyone with eyes can see that."

"You're exaggerating," you huff, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your lips.

"No really babe," he gets up and pecks your forehead, "don't think all this. You are lovely. Now please put on that dress? For me?"

You can't help but grin as you nod and sprint into the bedroom to change into the dress you now feel a little more confident about.

Rin Itoshi

"I'm full," you nod to yourself, wiping your lips with the tissue as you set your fork down in the half empty plate.

"You didn't even finish eating," Rin signals at your plate, his eyebrows knotting together, "you didn't like the food?"

"I did," you glance around the restaurant, buzzing with people enjoying the night.

"It's your favourite," Rin informs, eyeing you with hidden concern, "are you not well?"

You are well physically, but emotionally is quite a question. Because the gorgeous fangirls who approached Rin this evening are imprinted in your memory, haunting you with every other bite you munch on.

"I just…" you gulp, the weight of Rin's demanding gaze crushing you, "I think I should dial down my eating habits."

Rin just stares at you, making you squirm in your seat until he tilts his head slightly,

"Why? You don't like this place?" he blinks, tilting down further to get a good look into your lowered eyes, "we can go somewhere else if you want."

"No," you shake your head a little too fast, "let's go home. I'm full."

Rin eyed you the whole time you both made your way out of the busy restaurant. Once out on the streets, he blocked your path, bending ever so slightly to look at your lowered face.

"Is there something bothering you?" he inquires, his voice dropping low, signalling you that he needs the answer right now.

"I think…" you sigh, knowing there is no escaping his piercing gaze until you confess, "I think I should eat less. Need to cut down on the fat."

"What? Why?" Rin blinks, genuinely confused.

"Stop acting naive, Rin," you try your best to not look him in the eye, "you know I don't exactly fit the standards."

"So?" Rin scoffs, "I don't care. You shouldn't care either. You are healthy and that's all I want. Starving yourself isn't gonna make you look good, it's gonna make you die early."

"Hey, that's not true," you retort, a smile creeping up onto your lips.

"Whatever," Rin loops his arm against your waist, gripping at the soft flesh on your side as he motions for you to walk, "you look good as you are. If I wanted to date a ghost, I would. So don't dare starve yourself."

"Okay," you giggle, snuggling into him as you two walk down the street.

"Now where do you wanna eat next?" Rin asks, "I'm getting you ice cream too. Stop me if you can."

"Mhm," you chuckle, "I won't."

A/N: hope you liked it anon! Also my requests are open! ©bluepurplepinklock (Do not copy, steal or translate my work)

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞... 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭?!"

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, isagi yoichi, barou shoei x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ synopsis. surprising your bllk husbands with creative pregnancy reveals!

content warning. fem, wife!reader. suggestive (pull-out game, baby fever, etc). pet names. teeny tiny bit of angst in kaiser's part. twins. nagi feigning ignorance. lots of kisses because yeah. 4.5k wc!

notes. heavily inspired by peachy pregnancy reveal videos on yt!

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

you had never fought so hard to contain laughter in your life. 

it was a quiet afternoon, and you were resting on your bed when sae suddenly barged into your shared bedroom, looking slightly confused.

his brows were furrowed, and his lips were slightly parted. he had just finished taking a shower, water droplets dripping down his skin, and a towel hung loosely around his waist. 

but what really caught your attention was the pile of clothes draped over the bend of his elbow. clothes that you had instantly recognized.

“tsk,” he clicked his tongue in irritation, tossing the garments onto the mattress one by one. “the dumbass dryer shrunk my clothes.”

now laying on the bed were three tiny white shirts, a pair of tiny running shorts, and most importantly an identical replica of his football uniform, complete with sae’s name printed on the back. each piece looked unmistakably his, just tiny.

but little did he know that you had swapped his freshly dried clothes with their baby-sized counterparts while he was in the shower.

the uniform had taken the most effort as you had to customize and order it online rather than simply purchasing it in store, but the results were definitely worth it.

you pressed a hand to your mouth, a soft laugh escaping despite your best efforts to appear innocent. though it was a completely natural reaction for this situation, you doubt he’d find it suspicious. 

“that’s the first time that’s ever happened, right?” you crawled closer to inspect the small jersey. you held it up for sae to see, beaming at him. “but it’s so cute! don’t you think so too?”

sae glanced at your sparkling eyes, and rolled his eyes. he turned toward his dresser, shaking his head slightly. “it’s cute. give it to some fan at my next game.”

like hell you would. you hugged your knees as you eagerly watched him reach for his calvin klein boxers. he could feel your stare burning a hole through his head and turned to you with a raised brow.

“what? you that excited to watch me strip, mi cariño?”

you grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “yeah, i am. keep going, you’re doing great so far.”

sae sighed but you could see the tiny smile that was ghosting his lips. he pulled on his boxers, until he suddenly froze, his fingers stilling on the waistband of the undergarment. your smile widened.

his gaze darted between the tiny clothes on the bed and the neatly folded ones– his clothes– you had placed on his dresser.

“love.” he said quietly. he walked over to the bed, eyes locked onto yours as he climbed over you. he gently pushed you until your back met the mattress, his frame hovering over you.

“are you pregnant?”

you giggled. “maybe.”

his teal eyes narrowed slightly. he reached up and pinched your cheek. “answer properly. i asked, are you pregnant?”

a breathy laugh slipped past your lips as you nodded. “i am.”

for a split second, he just stared at you, dead silent. then, he let out a soft grunt, muttering under his breath.

“knew something was off. you’ve been acting weird.”

you snorted, “excuse me?”

he tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking at the corners. “didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

he leaned down. he kissed your forehead first, then the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. when he pulled away, there was a subtle smirk on his lips.

“my pull-out game was shit.”

you laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his damp, reddish hair, your voice smug. “i don’t blame you. i just feel way too good.”

his smirk twitched as he flicked your forehead lightly. “don’t get too cocky or i might just have to plant baby number two.”

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“sir,” the police officer began professionally as he approached rin’s car parked in the public lot, tapping on the driver’s window. 

rin paused his conversation with you, casting a side-glance at the cop. he raised a brow before rolling down the window. “what?” he asked bluntly.

the officer leaned a little against the window frame, nodding his head respectfully. “i’m going to have you stop here. you have a child in the vehicle with no child seat.”

rin stared at the man like he was an idiot, then slowly turned to look at you, scoffing in disbelief. “get a load of this guy.” he muttered. you bit your bottom lip hard to suppress your laughter, fingers tightening around the purse in your lap.

turning his head back to the officer, rin narrowed his eyes. “are you a dunce? does it look like there’s a child in the backseat?” rin asked him with annoyance. “seems like they purposely hire lukewarm idiots who lack proper qualifications. you’re not fit for this job.”

“sir, i need you to calm down. it’s simply protocol. i’ll have to fine you.”

as your husband continued arguing with the poor officer who was actually only carrying out his part of your arrangement, you quietly retrieved the positive pregnancy test out of your purse. a warm smile graced your lips.

the officer, who was busy distracting rin, caught your movement and tried to mask the smirk that was threatening to appear. he played along, “ma’am, are you positive about this?”

that seemed to set rin completely off. “do you need to enter the car to see for yourself, you dumbass cop? i told you, there is no fucking child in this ca–”

“actually,” you interrupted sweetly, “we do have a child in the car with no child seat.”

as soon as he heard your voice, he stopped mid-sentence. rin turned to face you, only to find a pregnancy test held up in your hand, two pink lines etched clearly. his teal eyes flitted back and forth between your smiling face and the test, blinking slowly in realization.

“... you’re not joking, are you?”

you laughed softly as you shook your head. “no, rinnie. i’m pregnant.”

he stared at the pink lines for a while longer, then muttered something under his breath and reached to roll the windows up, shutting out the content cop with a glare. you shot him a quick nod of thanks through the glass before rin turned fully to face you. 

he already knew you’d be a perfect mother with the way you naturally loved and cared for him. as for him? it’ll take him some time to figure out this whole parenting thing.

“didn’t think you could surprise me anymore.” he muttered, threading his hand through his dark green hair as he leaned back against the headrest.

“i think you’ll be just fine,” you murmured softly as you leaned in and gently pried his hands away from his face, your eyes locking onto his teal ones. “but you better be nice to me, baby. i’m going to be extra sensitive from now on, you hear me?”

his brows furrowed slightly before he took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. “after you set this whole thing up with a cop– a male, no less? yeah, i don’t think so.”

“oh?” you teased, giving him a lopsided grin as you leaned closer. “is the great itoshi rin actually jealous? hm. it looks good on you.”

rin scoffed, but his grip on your chin loosened. “you’re my wife. mine. not his.”

you laughed gently as you took his hand and slipped it under your shirt, guiding it to your stomach. “you don’t have to remind me. i never forgot.”

his gaze softened as he felt the slight swell of your stomach, where the child he (unintentionally) created with you was beginning to grow. he looked at you calmly before resting his hand on the small of your back, drawing you in. rin’s lips ghosted over yours teasingly, but never actually meeting.

you huffed. “you’re a cruel man.”

a rare smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, then leaned away. silently, he reached across and buckled your seatbelt for you, probably his attempt at being a gentleman. he didn’t meet your eyes, but you could practically hear the smile in his words.

“let’s go home quickly,” rin said as he started the car. “we need to take advantage of the time we have left before you’re too far along.”

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

it was christmas. coincidentally, kaiser's birthday as well. 

the two of you had just finished eating together, and now you were lounging on the couch, sitting comfortably on his thigh with his arm lazily draped around your waist. there were many gift bags of different sizes scattered on the fuzzy carpet– a couple big ones, a few medium-sized, and a particularly small one.

kaiser scanned the pile, his crystal blue eyes glinting as he turned to you with a smirk on his face. “hmm, you like me that much, meine liebe?”

you met his teasing stare with silence, then gently cupped his face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. you’ve come to learn that this method always catches him off guard, and as you expected, it did just that this time as well. his eyes widened slightly just slightly before his lashes fluttered shut. 

“ah.”

“i do,” you murmured against his lips, your voice airy. you pulled away with a content smile. “now hurry up and open them. i'm excited to see your reaction.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, fingers toying with the sleeve of his warm sweater.

kaiser reached for the first bag, tearing through the wrapping carelessly. “a pair of cleats, huh?” he raised a brow, looking at you with an unimpressed, mocking expression. “didn't need them. my cleats are brand new.”

your brows knitted together. “i didn’t get them because you needed them. got them because you suck at choosing anything that isn’t boring.”

“oh, you wound me,” he pinched your waist playfully before rubbing the spot soothingly. “i was just joking, liebe. promise.”

for the next half-hour, he continued opening the gift bags. brand new sunglasses, a watch, new cologne, a mirror since he loves admiring himself, and things of the sort. each gift was met with some sarcastic remark, but there was always a gentle touch here and an appreciative touch there.

then– 

“micha.” you tapped his shoulder, pointing at the relatively tiny bag sitting on the carpet near his feet. “you missed that one.”

his brow arched. he picked it up and placed it on your lap since your legs were swung over his. “didn’t see it. it’s so tiny.” he inspected it for a second before slipping his hand inside. he side-eyed you, chuckling. “why does such a tiny bag have so much wrapping anyway?”

you hummed, pressing a kiss to his neck before nestling your head back against his shoulder. “mm. dunno. maybe this one’s important.”

he pulled something out. and froze. 

you could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he slowly flipped the pregnancy test over in his hand. and there it was. two vertical pink lines.

positive.

an awkward silence stretched between you two. you let out a soft huff, gazing at him lovingly as you watched his reaction.

he didn’t say a single word for what felt like eternity. then, he turned to look at you. “are you serious?” his voice lacked his usual teasing.

“yes.”

“are you actually serious?” he repeated.

you laughed. “i’m positive. literally.”

“holy fuck.”

kaiser inhaled sharply, exhaling through his nose as he put a hand on his forehead and slumped back against the couch. he tugged you with him until you were sprawled against his chest. still, he didn’t speak. 

again, there was silence as you pulled a warm blanket over both of you and snuggled closer. you sighed blissfully against him, until something wet landed on your cheek. 

you blinked.

tilting your head, you tried to get a better look at him. but your eyes just widened.

“micha? … baby? … michael?” your voice softened, “my love, are you crying?”

you had never seen him like this before. the usual cocky arrogance completely gone, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to compose himself. then, without a word, he cupped the back of your neck and pulled you back into him to cover his face. his arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips pressed firmly against the top of your head in a long kiss.

“tch, stupid. of course not.” he murmured against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent. “our kid’s gonna have your smile. i already know it. and i’m screwed because that’s going to kill me everytime.”

and as he felt your arms tighten around his waist, he’d already decided he was going to be a better father for his child than his dad ever was for him.

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

“sei, come onnn!” you whined, tugging insistently at your husband’s arm in an attempt to pry him away from his gaming chair. it proved to be ineffective as his eyes remained glued to the sniper game on his screen.

but the second you tugged just a tiny bit harsher, you threw off his aim, causing him to get shot by the enemy. 

“ah, shit,” he muttered as the ‘game over’ screen flashed before him, his broad shoulders sagging slightly. you felt bad, but only for a split second, so you quickly shook those feelings away— you had something important to reveal after all.

seishiro took off his headset with a dramatic huff, then swiveled his gaming chair to face you. his massive arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close until his face was buried against your stomach. “what is it, pretty?” he sighed into your shirt.

you grinned. “i need to show you something real quick.”

you didn’t give him a chance to protest, practically dragging his lazy frame out of the chair and toward the kitchen, with him following sluggishly behind you.

when you finally stopped, he glanced around, confused. “there’s nothing new…?”

you laughed and pointed at the oven. “open it.”

his brow arched with slight suspicion, but he did as you asked, crouching down and pulling the oven door open. he reached and grabbed the singular item sitting alone on the rack—

“a bun?” he questioned, his white brows knitting together as he stood back up. he seemed almost disappointed and you could only guess he assumed you had prepared him some lavish meal. but hey, you had already figured he’d be a bit slow and would need some extra help.

you bit back a giggle and leaned against the kitchen counter, a smile gracing your lips. “think about it, baby.” you encouraged, “could you tell me what you just found?”

it was almost cute how he was eyeing the bread roll that seemed almost miniscule between his fingers. “i found a bun… in the oven.” he repeated slowly. you watched as his droopy, half-lidded eyes went wide in what you thought was realization, until his lips parted again. 

“did we run out of food?”

you smacked your forehead. “are you dense?” you placed your hands on your hips and let out a semi-annoyed sigh. “it’s an expression people say when—”

you were suddenly cut off when he bent down, grabbed the hem of your shirt, and lifted it just enough to place a tender kiss on your bare stomach. “i know,” he murmured against the soft skin, and you could feel his lips curling into a slight smile. 

your breath hitched, warmth rushing to your cheeks as he straightened himself up and tangled his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

“sei…” you whispered, raking your fingers through his snowy-white hair, still a bit caught off guard. perhaps he wasn’t as dense as he seemed. then, you shivered when his cold palm slid under your shirt and rested against your stomach. he quietly chuckled at your reaction, leaning down until his lips grazed your ear.

“i was actually suffering terribly from baby fever, so i’m glad i didn’t pull out.”

your mind short-circuited as you gawked up at him with widened eyes, but he only gently patted your head with a lazy smile. 

geez. what had gotten into him?!

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

reo had just pulled into the driveway of his mansion after treating you to an extravagant dinner at a five-star restaurant, your first date with him in quite a while. he patted your thigh affectionately as he turned off his rolls royce, but to his surprise, you simply unbuckled your seatbelt and stayed seated, your hands moving to dig through your purse.

his eyes flicked to you and his lips curved into his signature smile. he figured you were just waiting for him to open the car door for you, the usual princess treatment he was all too familiar with. “right. being away in england for so long made me forget how much my wife loves getting spoiled.”

but before he could make a move to exit the car, your fingers gripped onto his suit, pulling him gently back to his seat. he looked slightly startled, and glanced back at your giddy face with a raised brow. his gaze dropped to the small, silver card in your hand.

“what’s this, baby?” he asked, turning his body towards you.

“a custom-made scratch-off card,” you replied, handing it over to him. “just scratch it.”

your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you watched him flipping the card over, examining it, before fishing out a coin from the cup holder.

“if that’s what you want, princess,” he teased, “though if it’s a lottery ticket, you should know i’m not exactly lacking in that department.” 

reo hummed as he started scraping at the surface. you bit your lip excitedly as the first bit of silvery dust flaked off, the image underneath beginning to reveal itself. his movements slowed, and his amethyst eyes widened as the layer was completely removed.

the sonogram appeared. 

reo’s fingers tightened around the card, a breathless laugh escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. a grin stretched across his lips, looking at you in awe.

you were unable to hold in your breath any longer. you let out a laugh, tilting your head to look at him from a better angle. “well, reo?”

“i’m going to be a father?”

“what does the sonogram say?”

he chuckled lightly, running a hand through his purple hair as he let the card fall into his lap. “how long have you known?”

“since you left for england,” you said as you shifted happily in your seat.

he reached over, cupping your nape as he pulled you into a slow kiss. relief washed over you so quickly it made your head spin.

he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours as his hand trailed down to your stomach. “i wonder if it’ll be a girl or boy,” he murmured.

“could be both, actually.” you cut in, and he looked at you strangely.

“what do you mean?”

you grinned, gently brushing his jaw as you leaned back against your seat. “check the sonogram again.”

reo raised a brow, his curiosity piqued as he took the card back into his hand to inspect it. before long, his eyes widened comically as he saw a second fetus in the ultrasound.

“are you serious? we’re having twins?”

you laughed softly as you laced your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “that’s riiight. prepare to spoil me tenfold, reo. you’re going to be feeding three people in one body now.”

his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours once again in a sweet kiss, still dazed by the realization that he’s going to be a father to not one, but two children. “... there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“good,” you whispered, smiling as you kissed the tip of his nose before leaning back into your seat. “start by opening the car door for your pregnant wife.”

“yeah, yeah. anything for my spoiled princess.” he replied with an excited grin, finally exiting the royce. needless to say, you were not going to lift a single finger during this pregnancy.

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

“b-baby, slow down!” isagi gasped as you shoved him towards the bedroom, kicking the door open and dragging him inside.

“on the bed, yoichi!” you ordered him with a grin on your face, watching with satisfaction as he reluctantly sat down on the edge of the mattress. he sighed with fondness, watching as you clumsily rummaged through the closet, before finally pulling out a blue shirt.

you walked over, placing the shirt face down on the bed to keep the words hidden. then, with no warning, you pushed his thighs apart, placing yourself between his legs as you reached for the hem of his shirt.

isagi raised an eyebrow, already amused. there’s nothing that should surprise him anymore with you, but somehow you prove him wrong every single time.

“are you trying to seduce me?” he smiled, lifting his arms with no resistance, allowing you to pull his shirt over his head.

you playfully smacked his chest. “trying? i already did, yo. you made it too easy.”

he rolled his eyes as his cheeks tinted a light pink. “whatever… you’re too cute.”

“close your eyes. no peeking while i’m putting this on you,” you said, grabbing the shirt off the bed. isagi’s eyes closed obediently, and he felt the fabric tighten around his torso as you slipped the shirt over his head.

“woww, you didn’t even get my size right,” he joked, opening his eyes but not looking down.

you whistled softly, letting your hand wander over your husband’s chest. “i know your size, but you just look hotter with a tight shirt.”

your fingers encircled isagi’s wrist as you dragged him across the room, excitedly positioning him in front of the tall mirror in the corner. “okay! read the shirt!”

he blinked, confused at first, then turned his gaze to the mirror, squinting his eyes as if that would help him decipher the reversed letters.

“be… nice to me… I’m going… to be a… fa…ther…?” 

he froze, the last word catching in his throat. his blue eyes snapped to you, wide and stunned. “i’m gonna be a father?? you’re pregnant? actually?”

you smiled and buried yourself in his arms, your fingers mindlessly tracing the letters on his shirt. “i’ve taken three tests. all positive.”

before you could say anything else, he hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into the air, his forearm supporting your ass and his other hand on your waist.

“god, i love you so much,” he laughed breathlessly, “give me a kiss.”

still laughing, you cupped his face and gave him a sweet peck on his lips.

“another one,”

you leaned in, pecking his lips a second time.

“that’s not enough,”

“you lovesick idiot,” you sighed, smiling helplessly. you leaned in again, but this time, he met you halfway. his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place as he kissed you deeply. the gasp you let out was quickly swallowed by his lips.

he set you down as if he had not just stolen your breath away, patting your head affectionately.

“thank you, my love.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐈

it should have been a normal day. barou should have followed his usual routine– wake up before sunrise, gel his hair, take a shower, and leave for his daily hardcore strength training.

but today was different. at exactly 5:12 a.m, barou opened his eyes with a low grunt and propped himself up with one elbow. instinctively, he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead like he always did, only to stop once he was met with your wide eyes staring directly at him.

he scowled. “the hell are you lookin’ at me like that for?” 

he tried to blink his morning irritation away, then dragged a hand down his face before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “why are you awake?” his low voice was even more hoarse from sleep.

you groaned softly before scooting closer and snuggling against his bare, muscular chest. he let out a soft grunt, though his arm automatically wrapped around your waist.

“shoei… i’m hungry,” you mumbled into his skin.

“tch,” he clicked his tongue, pulling back slightly to look at you. “what, you want pudding? eggs? i’ll make something. i was getting up anyway.”

he rolled over and switched on the bedside lamp with a sigh, squinting to see you better.

but you shook your head and leaned forward, resting your chin on his shoulder with that sweet look he hated to admit always worked on him. “no… i really want pickle-flavoured ice cream. or a lotus biscuit with mayo on top…”

barou made a face. blinking at you judgmentally once, twice, and a third time before he placed a big palm on your abdomen and gently pushed you back onto the mattress.

“you’ve lost your mind,” he shrugged, tugging the blanket over you. he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “go to sleep. you’re talkin’ nonsense.”

but you whined, tugging at his sturdy arm. sparkly eyes looking up at him. “i’m serious, shoei… i really, really want them…”

barou narrowed his eyes. “why would you want to eat that garbage?”

“please?” you batted your lashes, “for your beautiful wife?”

he sighed, standing up begrudgingly as he scratched the back of his neck. “god, you’re annoying…”

your eyes lit up, and before he could turn away, you got up and wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “thank you!”

barou rolled his eyes and grabbed your cheeks between his fingers, squeezing them gently. “you’re a weird woman. suddenly craving crap combinations.”

you buried your face in his chest, nodding with a sheepish laugh.

he snorted, “what are you, pregnant or somethin’?”

as soon as he said what was intended to be a joke, you both froze. right… questionable cravings were a symptom of pregnancy.

“aha… y-you think?” you asked, laughing awkwardly. your eyes widen suddenly. “shit, my period is a few days late…”

his large hand silently found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “stay here. i’ll deal with the food,” he muttered. “and you’re takin’ a damn test after.”

you blinked. “what about practice?”

he didn’t look at you as he walked to the door.

“skipping. you always come first.”

—

“oi,” you heard barou’s voice from the other side of the bathroom door. followed by a light knock. “you okay? you’ve been in there for thirteen minutes.”

you opened the door slowly. he was standing there with his arms crossed, shirtless, with a towel around his neck. he looked at you with his usual stoic face. “well?”

you held out the positive pregnancy test with a meek smile playing on your lips. barou glanced at the stick, staring at the pink lines.

“...huh. guess this thing’s my fault.”

you let out a soft laugh, sniffling slightly. he pulled you in until your forehead bumped against his bare chest. his grip was gentle despite how rough his hands were. “we’re having a kid,” he muttered into your hair.

you smiled up at him, twinkly eyes, and his hand shot up to wipe away at the tears you didn’t know were falling. “don’t cry. i’ve dealt with two younger sisters.”

“i can take care of you.”

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i swear, canonly rin itoshi, you'll always have a special place in my heart <33

Tsundere! Itoshi Rin x reader, where he insists he's well despite having a fever and you take care of him, making him open up to you a little more.

You wondered what lay beneath the hundred cold walls Rin has built around himself. Maybe more walls to keep others out. To keep you out. Because despite being together for a few months now, you still felt as if he never opened up to you.

Once you thought there was something wrong with you. Maybe Rin wasn't actually in love with you. That's why he still kept his distance. But no, he has proven time and time again, in those subtle ways of his, that the thought is false.

It has now become your mission in life to help him break out of his shell. Because you know, deep beneath those walls, he is lonely and sad and a beautiful person still, a person you'll always love.

And when he woke up with a burning fever beside you, Rin, being his stubborn self decided it was nothing.

"What do you mean it's nothing?" You call out as he slips out of bed, ready to start his day by heading to the gym.

"I said…" he walka to the bathroom with trembling steps, his breath hitching, "don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"You are anything but fine, Rin," you stomp over to him, blocking the bathroom door and glaring up at him, "stay in bed!"

Rin growls, now you have pissed him off. Interrupting his morning routine like this needs guts only you have.

"Listen here…" he trails off, his feet wobbling as he loses balance.

"Shit!" You support him upright, his weight crushing you down as his vision blurs, "Rin! You okay?"

"I'm… I'm fine…" he gasps, and stumbles back towards the bed as you help him lie down.

"Exactly," you scoff, folding your arms as you watch him catch his breath, sprawled on the bed, "you seem perfectly fine."

"…leave." Rin spits out, struggling to grab the covers.

You sigh and sit down beside him, pulling the sheets over him, "Rin, stop it."

He eyes you questioningly, still irritated.

"Stop," you lean forward and brush his soft hair away from his eyes, lightly caressing his face as he visibly relaxes, "stop shutting me out. I want to be with you. I want to see and love everything of you. So please, don't shut me out."

Rin was taken aback, his face dropping his cold mask. After a long stare with your fingers still soothing his face, he shut his eyes and you felt like you had never seen him this relaxed before as he weakly grabbed your palm and placed a feverish kiss on it.

"Sorry," you almost didn't hear him mumble, "I don't want you to leave. I just... I just..." he grabbed his face, trying to contain himself before he slips up and reveals his true self.

His true self which you would see and won't love back. It scares him. That's the only thing that scares him, you leaving him behind like everyone else did, like his brother did. But when he looked into those eyes of yours, drowned in concern and love for him, he decided that maybe you are different. Maybe you would see beneath his mask and still love what you see.

He's willing to take the risk. For you, he's willing.

And so, he opened his arms towards you, his face so loving, needy and human- so unlike the cold, hard mask he always wore, and whispered,

"I'm sorry. I won't shut you out. I want you to... want you to stay..." he gulped, his spread out arms trembling due to his rising fever, "Please?"

With a soft smile, you accept his embrace, snuggling into his heated body as he envelopes you, draping his legs over yours and burying you in his chest.

You wish you could stay that way for longer. But Rin needed medicine, and you were pleasantly surprised when he let you feed him the porridge you prepared.

Maybe after this, he'd start letting you in. Maybe his mask and his walls would slowly melt off until he would be bare before you, and you'd love him still.

A/N: Ah yes, my messed up Rin who shuts people out despite knowing he's damaging himself. Tell me if you guys need more of Tsundere! Rin because I sure do.

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WHERE'S THE APPRECIATION?? THIS IS SCRUMPTIOUS

» in a room full of art, he'd rather look at you; itoshi rin x gn!reader

synopsis; itoshi rin is failing his art class. in order to graduate his senior year of high school, he needs to pass the class with at least a b grade. you're assigned to tutor the hot-headed soccer athlete—kind and eccentric, you throw rin's entire world off axis.

a/n; my first post on here! this is set after sae abandons rin, but he still goes to school. enter stage left, front and center—asshole, but very much in need of some love, itoshi rin!

word count: 5.0 k words | now playing every breath you take, by the police

itoshi rin didn't have any friends. it's a fact all his teachers know by now. he's a stoic student, one that doesn't participate in group projects and eats his lunch alone in the library. normally, this type of behavior exhibited by students should have been noticed by his teachers and counselors. but rin was seemingly well behaved, and he had straight a's in most of his classes—so nobody took notice of him. he felt like a ghost, drifting through the walls of his high school without a single person by his side. it was his first day of senior year, and itoshi rin had no expectations for this year.

the phantom ache in his chest is harder to ignore nowadays. he doesn't realize he's been spacing out again until the bell rings, signaling the start of the next class period. rin is snapped violently out of his daze. he glances at the blank canvas in front of him before realizing he's spent the past fifty five minutes doing absolutely nothing. the students around him file out of the room—chatting and laughing as he stands there, a bit dumbfounded with how this class seemed to suck the life out of him.

when itoshi rin was little, he loved drawing. his imagination would run wild, and sometimes—he couldn't always act out the magnificent battles he wanted his toys to perform. dragons and princes and volcanos—his medium of choice used to be these scratchy crayons his brother, sae, would get for rin from the corner store. rin remembers how his parents had to force him to put his crayons down just to make him eat dinner. and now, he can't even manage to put a single mark on a canvas.

during his teacher's instructions at the beginning of class, he was, quite vaguely told at that, to use whatever colors and styles he wanted to on a 12 by 12 canvas to reflect his soul. bitterly, rin thinks his canvas reflects him perfectly. he'll turn this in tomorrow, he decides. a blank canvas—no feelings, no purpose, nothing. just like him.

he'll take the shitty grade and move on with his life. rin wonders if there's even a language that exists to put his feelings into something other people can comprehend. he doesn't think there is. if he wants anyone to understand how he feels, they'll have to tear his ribs out one by one to reach the barely alive beat lying inside.

itoshi rin is seventeen years old when he falls in love.

"do you need some help cleaning up?"

rin glances away from his blank canvas, looking up to meet whomever it is speaking. the class is empty now. his art teacher is busying herself in the back of the classroom, unboxing a new pack of paintbrushes when rin swallows the lump in his throat.

"i'm fine,"

your smile is hesitant. understanding, almost, as you look at rin's canvas and the tubes of unopened acrylic paint surrounding him. the window panes hanging high towards the ceiling welcome in the rising sun outside, and rin can see the light shimmering in your eyes—glittering shards of gold gleam like morning stars in your irises as you wordlessly pick up the neglected paint and brushes on his desk—carrying them over to the back of the classroom and putting them away as rin watches silently.

slowly, he picks up his own canvas—and he stares at his classmates' drying ones with an almost envious kind of sadness as he places his untouched canvas beside theirs. where they had explosions of colors, reds and yellows and greens and blues blending and combining into the most wonderful art—rin didn't. he had nothing.

rin turns around to where he'd seen you last in the back of the classroom, before clearing his throat. he doesn't lift his gaze from the tiled floor beneath him, pressing his hand flat against the surface of a nearby table to steady himself before speaking up

"thanks..." he begins, but his voice trails off when he realizes you've already left.

—

rin was sitting in english class when he heard your voice again. to be completely honest, he had no idea you were in this class. rin didn't ever talk to anyone in all of his classes, so hearing the familiar sound of your soft voice was a surprise. and where he sat in the back of the classroom, you sat in the front. you're asking the teacher a question on last night's homework, and rin takes his chance to watch you freely.

you have a tote bag slung over your shoulder. there's a landscape painted on it, with little pins placed all over. you have your hair down today compared to the updo you had yesterday. it's only when you turn towards your seat that rin finally meets your gaze.

time slows, and the conversation around rin drowns out as if he's ducked his head underwater. his brain is nothing but white static for that one second you look into his eyes.

actually, you didn't even hold his gaze for a full second, it was more like a fraction of one—but rin's heart rate didn't calm until the bell rang, and he was the first student out the door. he left class that day with clammy palms and tinted cheeks.

rin didn't have art class today, but he was called down regardless during study hall. his art teacher was a old woman with a wrinkly smile who always wore colorful cardigans. rin enters the room, moving through the empty desks and chairs before he stops in front of her with a quiet greeting.

"rin! it's so nice of you to come so quickly, students aren't usually so courteous! please have a seat," she says warmly, and rin eyes the blank canvas—his blank canvas—laying beside her on the desk.

rin takes a seat, fading in and out of the conversation as she talks. he already knew what to expect, and of course, he was right. akamatsu sensei had the type of voice rin imagines story tellers have, or lullaby singers do. she tells him that she's having trouble seeing signs of progress in his art and wanted him to be doing better. but her last sentence is what catches rin off gaurd. this he did not predict.

"a tutor?"

akamatsu sensei nods her head slowly, folding her hands in her lap at rin's apprehensive expression. she watches his delicate brows pinch together in discomfort, soft lips pulled into a small frown filled with silent frustration. rin didn't understand why he had to get another person to tutor him—he thought art was subjective.

"i promise you, rin, i have just the perfect person in mind. they're my best student—i think if anyone can get your imagination flowing again, it's them."

—

akamatsu sensei introduces you and rin to each other the following morning—and rin's learns that your name is y/n. he repeats it in his head a few times, committing it to memory before you speak his name in the sweetest voice he'll ever have the pleasure of hearing.

"rin-san, i think we're going to get along well! we can sit together in class and work on assignments with each other, but we'll also have to meet after school. what days are you free?" you question, and rin's heart positively plummets to his feet when you grab his land and lead him towards his seat—you occupy the usually empty chair beside him, and he follows your lead.

"that's fine. i'm free every friday, every other day of the week i have football practice."

rin's hands clutch his knees under his desk when you pull your hand out of his, a fruitless attempt to try and calm himself after you so casually held his hand. your fingers curved around his perfectly—and while the gesture might not have meant anything to you, it meant so much to rin. he doesn't hold hands, he can't even hold a conversation—but you're bubbly and bright in a way that has him submitting in one second flat.

"football? that sounds like fun! i'm sorry, i'm not very well versed with sports. do you like it?" you ask, organizing the paints in front of you as rin nods wordlessly, staring at the gentle manner in which you treat the art materials. you smile at his confirmation, grabbing a tube of a radiant midnight blue and placing a dollop of it on rin's blank canvas with a grin

"when we're in doubt, it's like our minds subconsciously pull away. they shut down and sorta refuse to do anything, right? i want to push you out of your comfort zone and give you a blue canvas to work with rather than a white one. we'll see what you do with that, okay?"

rin nods, fingers moving to take the paintbrush you hand him before he turns to the awaiting paint in front of him. his brushstrokes are slow and a little messy, but five minutes later—the canvas is entirely blue.

"what do you see?" you question softly as rin stares at his canvas. he stays silent for a heartbeat, two heartbeats, and then—

"i don't see anything."

rin's inner turmoil is a storm. was he supposed to be seeing something? all he sees is blue. there's nothing coming to his mind, no connection being made—his bites the inside of his cheek, angry at himself and his clear lack of creativity.

"that's okay. let's think together, okay? what do you think of when you think of the color blue? it can be the simplest thing of all, rin-san. anything at all," you assure, gently scooting your chair closer to his as he nods, clenching his jaw as he thinks. blue. blue. blue. what the hell is blue?

"the sky."

you're silent a for a few moments before he hears it. it's soft and muffled with the back of your hand, but you're laughing at him. his cheeks burn in an instant, and his lips transform into a scowl immediately

"whatever, i know it's stupid—"

"no, no! i was thinking the same thing, that's why i laughed! now, the sky is a painting all in its own! think about it—it's orange and pink during sunrise, like a fruity drink on the beach. it can be a misty, pale haze during snow storms. but, i want you to think of a time you saw the sky like this—an inky void, like a dark blue veil's been put over the world. can you do that?"

rin doesn't respond. he stares at the sea of blue in front of him—blue blue blue.

"...sometimes, football practice gets cut short on rainy days. the sky sorta looks like this blue on those days. dark. blurry—but it's still...i can see some stars. and the moon peaking out from behind the clouds, too. i guess this kind of looks like that."

rin's brows furrow together in concentration as he stares at the canvas after speaking. he turns away from it and towards you after another moment—and he's met with your gentle lips parted in awe. he blinks rapidly a few times to confirm the sight of your awe struck face in front of him is real, not something his imagination made up, before you break into a breathtaking smile.

"well then, let's get some black to add some darker shading to the sky! and some white—for the stars and moon...come on!"

—

itoshi rin is attentive. it's something you would come to learn soon enough. you're an avid artist—truly, it was your passion. rin can watch you scribble away in your sketchbook from where he sits in the back. english class is droning on, and for once, he's not paying attention.

you tilt your head over your notebook, staring at your drawing before you erase something and redraw it. rin watches the way your hair shifts and moves around you as you look at your sketchbook from different angles—perfecting your drawing. his lips twitch at the sight of your pout when the tip of your pencil breaks. you're restless, quickly sharpening it and continuing your drawing when the teacher's voice breaks him out of his daze.

"all right class, partner up! i'll let you chose your partners this time. please don't make me regret it," she sighs, and the excited chatter of the students quickly fills the once silent room.

rin straightens in his seat. he had absolutely no idea what the assignment was since he wasn't paying attention—but, right now, he didn't care. his eyes stayed glued on you, waiting to see who you would partner up with. rin has to crane his neck a bit as his classmates moved around and shifted seats—effectively blocking his view. once everyone settled down with their partners, rin is able to see you again.

and you're sitting by yourself.

rin doesn't know what urged him to walk towards you. he can hear his heart pounding—tugging him closer and closer towards where you sat. he swallows the lump in his throat, standing behind you silently before he taps your shoulder

you turn around, obviously not expecting him—because your eyes widen a bit when you see rin. and rin just...stares. he doesn't say anything, and it's like the two of you were sucked into a bubble, separating you from everyone else—you both stare at each other, blinking blankly and staying absolutely silent

"do you want to—"

"are you—"

rin wants to crawl into a hole and die. he shakes his head, pressing his lips into a firm line before speaking again. the flush of embarrassment in your cheeks was making him feel flustered.

"sorry. i was asking if you wanted to be partners with me," he speaks. rin places an awkward palm on the nape of his neck, silently questioning where he got the sudden boost of confidence to approach you from, because it had suddenly vanished into thin air—leaving him defenseless. you smile warmly at him, quickly moving over and beckoning to the open seat beside yours.

"yes! i'd love to be partners," you say, quickly closing your sketchbook and putting it away as he nods gratefully, taking the seat beside you.

"thank you," rin says. and then, it's quiet again. the tension is as thick as butter, and you look around awkwardly before laughing nervously

"so...do you know what we're supposed to be doing, rin-san?"

this was the first time you saw rin smile. and laugh. well, not laugh, per say. but he snorts, and it's almost as if he was surprised by his own reaction as he shakes his head with a soft grin.

"not a clue."

the rest of class consisted of the two of you leaning towards each other with bowed heads, you soft giggles and rin's low voice filling the void between you two.

—

itoshi rin has a friend.

this is what friends are, he decides. people who smile at you when they see you, people who help you with your homework and expect nothing in return. slowly, but surely, fall turned into winter, and winter turned into spring. friendship is a blossoming thing, he thinks. because it felt like every day that passed, you and rin became closer. like a knot tightening further and further—he was growing closer and closer to you.

your guidance is what rin needs. direction and kindness—you helped rin navigate his own mind through art, a language he could use to spill his heart's deepest desires. every stroke of his brush came straight from the core of his soul.

charcoal was your current medium of choice this friday afternoon. every harsh fingertip pressed into rin's paper and ever gentle brush of his knuckle against the page has its own meaning—its own purpose. his tongue is poked out in concentration, and you watch him in silent awe as the quiet sound of akamatsu sensei's record player filled the silence. rin thinks of the way your delicate fingers transverse and move when you make art, and he mimics your movements—your gentle voice reassuring him.

"beautiful," you breathe breathlessly, tentative hands carefully taking the paper rin hands you as you stare at the art piece he'd just created. a battle field—it's set up like a football field, but instead of players, there were towering presences instead. swords and shields, a storm in the background, long blades of grass and constellations of stars—rin's spark and love for art had been rekindled.

"thank you, y/n. i...i couldn't have done any of this without you. you're the only reason i'm not failing right now," he says softly, his voice almost sheepish as your eyes flit towards his—welling with pride.

"i wish i could frame this! it's beautiful...akamatsu sensei is going to be so proud of you, rin-san! this talent has always been with you. i just got the wheels rolling. you're very talented, i hope you understand." you smile softly, your eyes crinkling with the motion as rin's heart rate spikes at the sight

"rin," he whispers, and you blink in confusion before he clarifies himself

"call me just rin, please."

"oh! okay, rin," you smile, the familiar flush returning to your cheeks as rin smiles softly. if he moves even an inch, his knee will bump against yours under the table. rin is suddenly hyper aware of the space between you two. the music playing in the back ground fades to nothing, just like the world did, when rin stares at you. your eyes soften, and rin's positive his heart is going to burst right out of his chest and into your lap.

friends don't want to kiss their friends. the realization is chilling, and rin's eyes dart towards your lips for a split second—he couldn't stop himself, and the sight makes his breath hitch. soft, pink, plump—he wants to kiss you. he really wants to kiss you.

the screeching sound of his chair against the floor shatters the serene moment of peace. you blink rapidly from the loud interruption as rin wordlessly picks his bag off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder in a single, fluid motion before exiting the classroom. you're left stunned and alone, your smile falling as he leaves without saying goodbye,

alone again.

—

rin is not familiar with love, you have to understand this.

in itoshi rin's eyes—love was a transaction. a give or take scenario, and if you can't give something useful—you get your heart trampled on. a certain brother taught rin that. he leaves school that day sullen and empty, his heart physically hurting in his chest as he walked home.

rin started ignoring you after that day. he didn't show up to your after school tutoring sessions on friday, he stopped turning towards you when your english teacher told the class to partner up—and your seat in art class beside him was now occupied by his backpack, a clear message telling you he didn't want you sitting near him.

you have to understand—rin didn't have anything to give. he'd taken your kindness, your love, your guidance—but what did he have to offer? he's not very gentle, and as graceful as his movements may be, he can't always control the bite in his tongue. and he's sensitive. his humor borderlines between dry and downright crude. he's not used to having a friend, forget a lover—so, itoshi rin will ignore you. he will love you from afar, but he won't so much as glance in your direction anymore. because he cares too much, and rin thinks you deserve better. he doesn't thrive like you do, he destroys. and he's certainly not your mess to clean up.

"y/n,"

you glance away from rin's retreating figure. once again, he didn't bother to look at you all day or say goobye, he simply left class. akamatsu sensei's voice pulls you away from rin as you quickly approach her desk, bowing your head in greeting.

"sensei," you greet with a weary smile as her gaze softens. she hands you a slip of paper, her voice gentle as she speaks

"rin has been leaving class far too quickly for me to catch up with! would you be a dear and give this to him for me, please? it's a permission slip he must sign for our upcoming field trip,"

the words otsuka museum of art were printed neatly at the top. you'd been looking forward to this trip for months—you vaguely remember mentioning your excitement for it to rin at some point when he still spoke to you.

the otsuka museum of art scaled five floors, three underground and two above—of the richest art history ever. there were reportedly over a thousand paintings—masterpieces ranging from ancient times to the present day from all over the world. it was your dream to have your own art in a museum like the otsuka museum one day.

"okay, that's not a problem at all, akamatsu sensei, " you say softly, bidding her goodbye as she waves enthusiastically to you. you manage a meek wave, offering a small smile as you exit the classroom.

this was your chance to talk to rin. determined to find him before he left school for the day, you move swiftly through the crowded hallways—keeping a firm grip on your tote bag and the slip of paper between your fingertips as you push open the front doors of the school

and there he is. his strides are slow and long as he walks on the sidewalk about a dozen meters away from you. your feet hit the pavement as you quickly make your way towards him. he doesn't look up from his path to the school's football field—his hands remain shoved deep in his pockets and completely unaware of your approaching steps

"rin! rin, wait!"

he pauses mid step, and you watch every muscle in his back tense the moment your voice reached his ears. rin swallows the lump forming in his throat, closing his eyes for a moment before reluctantly turning around. his eyes are round in an almost childlike manner as you approach him

you take a deep breath before grabbing his hand—and he's startled for a moment before you place the field trip slip in his hand. he blinks down at it in confusion, squinting at the small text before they widen a bit in realization

"akamatsu sensei couldn't give it to you earlier, so, uh she asked me to," you quickly say, wringing your hands together nervously as rin stays silent, blinking at the paper in his hand.

"i...i'd be really happy if you came. of course, it's a voluntary thing but..."

even though rin won't look at you, resorting to burning a hole through the paper slip in his hands again, you continue with your words

"rin, i don't know if i did something wrong to upset you, or if i said something you didn't like—but...i'm sorry."

rin's jaw clenches, and a frown digs its way onto his face as he stares at you. he shakes his head as if to say no, and just when he opens his mouth to say something—a loud voice comes barreling your way.

"itoshi! you're late! on the field, now!"

his coach's voice is booming and demanding of attention, and you're startled enough to flinch. rin exhales sharply through his nose, a vein threatening to pop on his forehead as he fights to keep himself from cursing out his coach, something he'd done many times before, in front of you.

"i...we'll talk another time, okay?"

he doesn't seem to want to leave until he gets your confirmation, and you quickly nod

"i...okay."

he frowns at your hesitance, taking a half hearted step back, sparing you one last glance, before walking away. his shoulders are slumping the slightest bit with defeat, and you don't have the heart to keep watching. you begin the walk home, thoughts scattered and heart hurt.

—

thankfully, rin did show up the day of the trip.

your breath hitched when you saw him board the bus—his dark, inky strands mused from the wind outside as he huffed, handing akamatsu sensei his field trip form before he turns towards the open seats. yes, there was one right beside you. but rin took one on the other side of the aisle.

doing this, he kept himself both near you and faraway—you heart sinks at the silent rejection. you spend the bus ride sketching in your notebook, trying your best to not look at rin.

—

you fell asleep on the two hour drive there. rin thinks you look a lot like an angel when you sleep. your face is composed entirely of peace. your sketchbook lays idly in your lap, and rin frowns when he notices it's slipping from your grasp—he waits for the bus to approach a red light before slipping into the vacant spot beside you. he grabs your sketchbook, prepared to close it and put it safely away into your tote bag, when he sees what you were drawing

it was him.

—

everyone arrives to the museum after another fifteen minutes. and after going through security, your classmates and akamatsu sensei stand in the foyer—buzzing with excitement. you leave the group the second you're given the green light. everyone is given ninety minutes to explore the museum on their own before you all have to regroup and grab lunch. you slip away as quietly as you can, moving through the crowd of people in search of some much needed solitude.

you let out a breath of relief once you escape rin's presence. now, you can't see him at all—all you can see is the hundreds of art pieces and hallways waiting to be explored. they beckon you forward and call your name. your first step is hesitant as you remember how much you wanted to explore this beautiful building with rin just a month ago, but you take it anyway.

you move through the museum slowly, allowing your body to sink into the moment and absorb the entirely new world around you. the domed ceilings themselves have art painted on them, and you twirl and waltz through the halls, taking it all in.

your heart beat calms. your nerves, fears, sadness—it fades to background noise as you take it all in.

unbeknownst to you, rin follows you the entire time.

his movements are precise and elegant. he can duck behind a nearby family or statue the moment he anticipates your gaze nearing his vicinity. he keeps a healthy distance, his eyes never leaving your form.

there's a soft smile on your face as you explore the museum. rin can't help but watch the way you excitedly chat to the security guards posted by the arts and explain each piece's history. he watches your animated gestures to the enormous structures as you explain the myths and stories behind them.

you're far too kind for this world. truthfully, rin thinks your heart is bigger than the entire museum. you give, and you give, and you give—but you don't ask for anything in return. you're selfless—offering your sweet smiles to passerby’s and dorky art facts to anyone willing to hear.

rin would soon learn the love you offered was unconditional.

you're moving from exhibit to exhibit, before you finally enter an empty one. he stands by the entrance where your back is towards him. rin is nervous beyond belief—but he takes a step inside. you don't notice him at first, too busy staring at a painting the same height as you with a feverish type of awe

he steps beside you, not meeting your gaze as he peers up at the painting. a man and woman sit at a piano, looking at each other while they play in harmony. they're sitting in a ballroom of some sort, both in formal wear. rin can tell they're in love with the way they look at each other.

"i'm sorry."

rin can feel you go rigid beside him—he can hear the silent hitch in your breath as you keep your gaze glued to the painting, your fingers tensing at your sides as rin looks away from the painting, turning towards you.

he takes a moment to admire you. your lips, your lashes, the slope of your nose and the curve of your neck—before speaking

"i'm not good with my feelings. i push people away before they get to close, but it was like you slipped through the gaps—i...thought i'd hurt you if i stayed. but i hurt you by leaving. i like you, y/n. i like you more than any person i've ever known—i-i think i love you,"

the words fall from his lips in a broken whisper, and he wants to reach out and play with your fingers—have something to fidget with as he awaits your response. he wasn't going to shy away from admitting his feelings anymore, that wasn't rin. the only reason he messed up with you the first time was because he's never been in love before. but, he was willing to learn everything about it with you—he didn't want to do it with anyone else.

his eyes are glazed with unshed tears, because not once, not ever—has itoshi rin so clearly expressed his heart no another person.

this moment would forever be engraved into his heart, brain, and soul—but the sight of your face when you finally look at him steals the air from his lungs.

your lip trembles in disbelief for a moment, tears of joy springing from your eyes as you laugh—the sound a melody all in its own to rin's ears as you smile with all your teeth.

his mouth slots over yours a moment later. soft and oh so sweet—itoshi rin's kiss was like pressing your mouth against the petal of a flower. his hands cradle your face, his breathing coming out uneven and quick as you quite literally take his breath away—he kisses you hard, and you laugh into his mouth as your hands wrap around his neck

"i love you too, itoshi rin..!"

rin's eyes crinkle with a rare show of genuine joy. his eyes don't leave yours as he watches your thumb gently caress his cheek. because in a room full of art—itoshi rin would rather look at you.