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yoisami · 7 months

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˚₊‧୨୧ ATTRACTED TO YOU !

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: how your favourite blue lock character flirts with you/shows you his affection—high school edition ! this was 100% brain rot but i had fun writing this 乁⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠o⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠ㄏ

tags. isagi, kunigami, kaiser, nagi, rin, sae x gn!reader (separately), 1363 wc, just fluff, high school romance, unestablished relationship, reader is called “pretty” and “cute”, kunigami is the favourite child today, not proofread

ISAGI doesn’t necessarily flirt since he’s more of a genuine guy (??), but he regularly compliments you (they’re hints that he likes you). he’s a perceptive guy, so he’ll notice little details about you and will let you know that he likes them. he’s also the type to compliment your handwriting (real), and as your seatmate, he does pay attention to the way your brows furrow when the teacher puts up a harder equation on the board. he’s not great at mathematics himself, and will ask you to explain the concept to him, hence seizing the opportunity to tell you that you’re so smart ! also, isagi isn’t afraid to let you know that you look nice—he’s not bold about it, but he’s not completely shy about it either. this normally happens in the morning though—just as you’re placing your bag down onto your desk, and pulling out all the textbooks you need for today, he’ll greet you good morning from behind, and tells you that you look really pretty today in a very nonchalant manner (you’re left blushing profusely until you notice that the tips of his ears are bright red) !

KUNIGAMI prefers to show his affection towards you by doing things for you. his method of flirting is by offering you a hand when you need help, or even just completing the whole task for you. such as classroom duty—you’re paired with him this week to ensure that the classroom is left spotless after class, and while there’s multiples tasks you both have to do (sweeping the floor, wiping the blackboard clean, dusting the windows), he simply just tells you to take a rest and he’ll do it all. you refuse though, since he’s also had a long day too, so you remind him that the responsibility is shared between the two of you (he falls even harder for you after this). when the school’s volleyball team coach asks you to fetch the box of jerseys that’s placed on a high shelf, kunigami offers to go with you ! since it’s a bit too high for your reach, you use a ladder to give yourself some bonus height, and kunigami’s standing right behind you, hands hovering over your waist, ready to catch you if you fall (you don’t lol) !

bonus (!): the teacher has forced all late students to run laps around the field as punishment in the morning, and unfortunately, you were one of them. you’re heaving as you’re running with your bag, but you feel someone tugging your bag off your shoulders—it’s kunigami ! while the teacher is questioning why he was running too (he came early), all he says is that he wants to train his stamina as he takes your bag, throws it over his shoulder, and continues to run beside you ! (i watch k-dramas ok)

KAISER flirts openly. very openly (canon). but it’s clever—the way he’s able to string a few words together and it’s as pleasing as a bouquet of purple lilacs, leaving you a blushing mess. it’s almost like he flirts strategically, and every word and action he executes has a purpose—which is to make you fancy him ! kaiser will throw in compliments here and there, but he prefers to show it to you, such as deliberately reaching for the same item just to make sure your hands touch. and he pretends to reel back his hand, muttering sorry, but internally, he’s satisfied with his accomplishment, because you’ve turned away to hide your cute blush ! i believe that you will find kaiser annoying, so it’s a breath of fresh air when the two of you share a conversation about your dreams, and his hand is already right beside yours (with your pinkies touching !!), itching to hold yours. kaiser’s a proud individual, and he will show off at any given moment, making sure that you’re watching. it’s a lunchtime game of soccer, and he knows you and your friends are sitting close to the field. after being challenged by an upperclassmen, he agrees, but first he “accidentally” rolls the ball to your direction. instead of asking you to kick it back, he approaches you, saying, “watch me, yeah?” with a very charming wink as he jogs back with the ball in his hands !

NAGI isn’t the type of “flirt” either, but instead acts almost friendlier to you, and you can tell he’s intrigued by you by staying close to you. he’s not clingy, but he definitely likes to stay within your vicinity—while you’re sitting at your desk at lunch, trying to finish the history homework that is due today, nagi will not leave his seat beside you, and will merely pull his phone out and start gaming. he doesn’t talk much, but does engage in the conversations you share with him by nodding his head, letting you know that he’s paying attention to what you’re saying ! nagi’s unintentionally flirty sometimes—he doesn’t know that sharing earphones is somewhat a romantic gesture, but offers to give you the other earpiece when you ask him what he’s listening to; he doesn’t understand why you’re blushing when he’s resting his head against the table, blankly staring up at you, but indulges in how cute you look. it’s raining and you’re already beginning to walk out of the school gates, but nagi runs after you as he takes cover under your umbrella, clothes looking damp from the rain. he’s slightly panting, and you’re asking him why on earth he didn’t just pull out his own umbrella. all he says is that it’s bothersome to do so, but in reality, he just wanted to walk you home.

RIN likes to admire you from afar (hear me out)—this means that stolen glances are really common between the two of you, and you catch him staring most of the time. in response to being caught, rin looks away at the speed of light, making you doubt yourself and wonder if it’s simply your mind playing tricks on you. rin will also defend you if he notices someone gossiping about you ! story time: you’re pretty close to one of the popular guys in your class, and sometimes the two of you eat together at lunch. you also have a friend from chemistry and you consider yourselves as good friends, but a few months back, some girls were gossiping about you, claiming that you were “two-timing”. of course, rin overheard, and he immediately stood up for you, belittling those girls with a cold expression before he walked off and left. there are moments where he does talk to you, but he’s not the greatest at continuing the conversation, so he opts to watch you from a distance. there are moments where you’re laughing heartily with your group of friends, and he can’t help but let that little smile appear on his lips. he reckons your smiles are contagious, but honestly, he just enjoys looking at pretty things (you) !

SAE’s “flirting” method is a bit stiff—you can tell he’s clearly not experienced in the field of romance, but you enjoy his efforts ! he’s terrible at giving compliments, and once had offended you in the process of trying to tell you how nice your hair looked today. he doesn’t seem shy, but he definitely keeps some space between you two, because most of the time, he’s trying to think of an excuse to talk to you ! when he’s feeling bold, he will seize the moment to be physically closer to you—such as if you’re reading in the library, he’ll take the seat opposite of you without saying a word, and pretends to be reading the back page of some random autobiography he picked up from the nearest shelf. he looks invested in it, but it’s all a facade as he steals frequent glances at you ! he’s also very much the type to leave you drinks from vending machine without letting you know it’s from him ! he’ll buy you a can of your favourite juice, and will leave it at your desk during lunch break—a small gift to congratulate you on achieving the highest mark in the class.

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yoisami · 5 months

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tags. itoshi rin x gn!reader, fluff, 0.7k wc, established relationship, characters are aged up, i feel like rin has cold hands idk, rin misses you a lot :(

when rin enters your shared bedroom, expecting you to be waiting for his return as you busied yourself on your phone, he’s puzzled to see you lying on your side on the bed, breathing steadily and seeming to have fallen asleep.

this astounds him, really, because you typically fall asleep after midnight, but today was an exception. with your eyes shut and your face nestled into the edge of your pillow, it appears that rin feels too guilty to wake you up in this instance.

however, the athlete admits that he’s sulking on the side because you were supposed to be awake, ready to offer an hour of cuddles before he goes to sleep. afterall, rin had finally returned to japan after a month overseas—he assumed that you would want to savour his affection after thirty days of separation.

but it looks like his prediction was incorrect because you’re fast asleep without needing the comfort and security of his arms. maybe you don’t need him, but he needs you—he misses you terribly.

spending thirty days without your presence was almost a form of torture, and to rin, it felt like a birthright that had been seized from his arms. you’re more than just a mere part of his daily routine, so for him to skip his regular hugs and kisses was very odd. it wasn’t unbearable—rin survived the month without your physical affection, but frankly, he prefers to survive with it.

rin is well aware that your love is a privilege, and it’s one that he swears to never take for granted. he’s thrived for twenty years without your love, but after having a taste of it two summers ago, it’s left him somewhat unsatiated—rin still wonders what it’d truly feel like to selfishly keep all your love to himself.

but rin couldn’t ever fill all the spaces inside your heart. you have plenty of love to give—to your family, your friends, even strangers—and that’s a reason why he adores you so much. you’re selfless and always willing to share a piece of your love with everyone, even though you barely have enough for yourself.

rin gingerly slips inside the duvet, making gentle movements to avoid accidentally waking you. his side of the bed dips a little when he shifts to his side with your back facing him.

the moment rin extends his arm out to your waist, you breathe out his name, your voice sounding a little lower than how it usually is during the day.

in a similar volume, rin responds. “hmm?”

your eyes remain shut when you turn to lie on your right side, but like muscle memory, your fingers find themselves clutching onto his shirt. it’s one of the many requests you make that doesn’t require any words for it to be fulfilled because rin knows exactly what you want.

so without a thought, his hand rests atop your cheek, and like waves in the ocean, they travel back and forth, from your temple to your scalp. a content hum leaves your lips.

“y’know, the apartment was strangely quieter without you in it,” you begin, your head inclining into rin’s chest. “and it didn’t make sense to me... because i normally do the talking anyway.”

even though the curtains are perfectly shut, the streetlights from below still made their presence inside the bedroom. it lands behind you, delicately underlining every single one of your features as rin’s thumb traces the shadows on your skin. this is the golden view of your face, and he’s missed it.

“i’ve missed you.”

though you’re half-awake, you’re still able to successfully tease him. the room is dark, but rin is able to make out the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “how much?”

“like, a lot,” he whispers, his lips moving against your forehead. then he presses a kiss. “more than a lot.”

“what are you going to do when you leave me for another tournament again?”

“teach you how to play soccer and i’ll make sure you’re on the team. then you can come along, and i won’t have to miss you like this again.”

your chuckle is quiet, but it’s just loud enough for rin to hear it.

“sounds like a plan.”

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yoisami · 6 months

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tags. nanami kento x gn!reader, 0.5k wc, fluff, spending morning together, he’s been too hot lately, he’s so sweet too wtf :(, wrote this in one sitting, not proofread

“what time is it?”

nanami’s warmth disappears for a small moment, but returns when he sets his phone back onto the bedside table, shifting his body closer to you once again.

“it’s six-forty,” he replies, his deep voice still dipped in the remnants of sleep. with closed eyes, you nod at him before you leaned into his chest, permitting his strong arms to envelope you into a morning hug—one that you receive from him every day.

winter was truly approaching—your toes didn’t to dare leave the warmth of the duvet, and you were beginning to wear long-sleeved tops to bed again. nanami, on the other hand, wears the same sleep attire every night, regardless of the season. after his shower, he’s donning a random t-shirt he finds in his drawer, and pyjama pants that you swear he has ten pairs of (they’re the same pattern, but different colours!). sometimes, you wonder if he ever feels cold.

and he does—especially when you meekly crawl into the queen-sized bed and clasp your arms and legs around him, shivering and cursing silently at the temperature in the room. naturally, he wants to shift away because your skin is so cold, but because it’s you, he doesn’t mind bearing a bit of discomfort.

“what day is it?”

“thursday. you have an appointment with iwasaki-san today,” he murmurs, slipping his hand into your hair. it’s a bit calloused, and there are imperfections etched into his palms, but it’s evidence that he's a hard worker who diligently completes his work on time, just so he can return home to your arms—a place of solace and love.

this room is quiet in the morning, and all you could ever hear is the duvet crumpling when your bodies move, ticking noises made by the pedestrian light from the traffic outside the apartment, and you and nanami’s soft breaths.

there are no curses here—no evil, no fear, no elements that try to hinder this peace; there’s nothing of that sort but a love that has blossomed from its juvenile, delicate form—a love that has been keeping you going since you were seventeen.

and if there’s one memory that you could bring with you to death, it would be this.

it’s no party that celebrates a special event, and it’s no moment that keeps you awake at ungodly hours of the night. but it’s simple, and it’s enough to make you feel like you’re the only one for him, and that he’s the only one for you.

because in his subtle touches—his thumb stroking your hairline, his hand patting the small of your back, and his knee brushing against your leg—he lets you know that he loves you, and you love him too.

your eyes open when nanami sits up, sighing as he brushes the duvet off him. his hair is chaotically parted at different directions, and as he pats it down with a hand, he glances at you once.

“you should get up soon too. i’ll make you breakfast.”

your hand is quick to hold onto his wrist when he begins to raise to feet. nanami turns back at you, reciprocating the tiny smile that’s dancing upon your lips and asking him to stay.

“don't go,” you say softly.

the words are a request, but nanami obeys like it’s a command as he sits back down, pressing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“alright.”

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #kento nanami

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yoisami · 6 months

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˚₊‧୨୧ DISTANCE

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: this was supposed to be a longfic but i am not bothered + don’t have time so just take the climax lol

tags: itoshi sae x gn!reader, 1k wc, angst (ig?) with a happy ending, rejection, unestablished relationship, reciprocated feelings, not proofread i'm sorry

the salty air that’s drifted from lapping waves fills your senses, provocative to your wounded heart that’s yet to be healed.

your breath hitches when your eyes land on sae, standing in the distance and near the shore, silently gazing at the collection of stars that embroidered the night sky.

your beats of your heart echoes within you as your hand rises to rest against your chest—you're nervous, humiliated, disappointed, and quite frankly, you don’t want to approach sae.

especially not after the incident that occurred three days ago, where you offered him your heart, hopeful about your confession, only for him to reject you without saying anything, walking away like your love was a disease.

but it’s exhausting to have meals in silence, save for the awkward noise that wooden chopsticks make against paper bowls; it’s exhausting to know that you’re the sole reason for the elephant in the room, and it’s exhausting to hear the same phrase from your best friends when you apologise: “it’s not your fault”.

and for the sake of your best friends—for the sake of the remainder of this trip in okinawa, you’ve left the house to confront sae, and the only thing that’s relieving the tension in your system is the song conjured by the ocean.

wish, wash. wish, wash. your footsteps follow the rhythm to the song. your courage grows with the number of footprints you’ve made in the sand, and soon, you find yourself standing near him, keeping a comfortable distance between the two of you.

and in this invisible barrier that keeps you apart, are many things that have been left unsaid.

“i haven’t thanked you for the coffee you made me today.” warm and sweet, it was left on the kitchen counter for you by sae, which you assumed was his token of apology that you quietly accepted. this morning, you enjoyed the coffee with a sour heart.

he turns around, eyes widening slightly because he’s become conscious of your presence, and it’s overwhelming him. guilt pricks his shoulders, but he locks his gaze onto you—the person his heart and mind were dwelling on for a long, long time.

you hold his gaze momentarily, permitting yourself a minute to forget about all the hurt he’s inflicted upon you and to fall in love with the teal in his eyes again.

sae looks away. “you don’t need to.”

“it’s good manners to.” you smile at him for the first time in three nights, but it resembles your forced ones more than your genuine ones.

and it tugs onto sae’s heartstrings.

“you don’t have to be so polite to me—we’re close.”

his words grazes the wound in your heart. you’re friends, so of course you’re close to each other—sae’s also an arm’s reach away, but right now, he’s unreachable.

you don’t intend for it to be a whisper, but it is—the words are weak, and you’re not sure if you mean it entirely. “yeah. we are.”

the silence returns, and this time, the waves’ song doesn’t encourage you—it’s breaking you apart, and you’re holding yourself together with all the strength left in your body.

“i wish you could have said something to me when i confessed.”

sae does too. he’s ashamed, disgusted at himself for hurting you, and the pit in his heart only expands when he hears you sniffle. your eyes are searching for something in his—he doesn't know what it is, but there’s desperation behind your irises as you step closer.

“why didn’t you say something back?”

he doesn’t respond. as regret twists his stomach, making him feel sick about the situation, the anger you’ve concealed these past few days is beginning to seep out. the look in your eyes have changed, and sae’s deprived of things to say to you. or, more like, he doesn’t know how to say it to you—how to tell you that he wasn’t supposed to reject you.

“you could have at least said ‘no’, and i would have been okay, sae! but you didn’t! instead, you got up, walked away, and left me with my thoughts—left me to think if there was something wrong with me!”

perhaps this was the first time sae’s ever heard you so frustrated, so anguished, and he doesn’t dare look away, knowing that if he does, something terrible will ensue.

“you should’ve just told me you don’t feel the sa—”

“but i do,” these three words tumbles out his mouth as sae averts his attention to the sea, and then back at you, hands gripping onto your arms. “i like you too.”

your train of thought short-circuits—his proclamation has emptied you of your words. “then why did yo—”

“because i’m terrified that if i let you in any closer, i’ll end up hurting you—even more than now!” his heart is pulsing, and his hands are trembling against your skin. sae doesn’t know what he’s doing, but whatever is happening right now, it’s all to redeem himself for all the wounds his actions have left on your heart. “i’ve pushed people away, and i’ve hurt them with my words, and god, i don’t want that to happen to you!”

“and i don’t know if i can even do or say all the things people do to their lovers. i’m shit with my words; i’m terrible at showing affection. how am i supposed to make you happy if i can’t do any of these things?”

finally, the barrier cracks, and you’re leaning, indulging in each other’s touch—something that you and sae have yearned to do for a long, long time.

his embrace is clumsy, but you grasp onto him like it’s the last time you’ll ever be this close to him. “you’ll learn—we’ll learn together, yeah?”

with synchronised breaths, and fingers that lace together beside your pressed bodies, your hand closes together, holding onto a handful of his shirt.

“don’t push me away again.”

sae doesn’t think he will again.

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #dont ask me what this is bc idk myself either #but all ik is that this was SUPPOSED TO BE A LONGFIC HELLO #but i didnt like how it turned out #so i wrote this #its cliched but sighs take it or leave it #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae angst #itoshi sae x you #sae x you #sae itoshi x you

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yoisami · 7 months

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˚₊‧୨୧ CLASSIC ROMANCEヾ— [pt. 2]

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: you and your favourite bllk character in a shoujo animanga, part 2 ! thank you all so so much for the love i’ve received for “classic romance pt. 1” — it’s been so fun to write for this mini series or whatever it is !

tags. nagi, kaiser x gn!reader (separately), 810 wc, fluff, somewhat proofread, was rushing to finish this lol, drabbles based on established shoujo animangas (meaning i do not own any of the following characters, plot, etc., they belong to their rightful owners), use of profanities (like once)

— nagi seishiro x you in... YAMADA-KUN TO LV999 MO KOI WO SURU ! (alternative title: my love story with yamada-kun at lv999)

you would have never thought that you would grow to be so close to nagi seishiro, let alone become acquainted with him. he was an awkward high school student who devoted his entire existence to video games (plus a real looker!), and you were a college student who, most unfortunately, lost your battle to your ex-boyfriend's heart to some girl on a computer game. even to this day, you still wonder—how exactly did your paths align?

perhaps fate had plans of its own and rearranged the threads to make sure that the two of you would eventually meet—because he needed you, and you needed him.

well, more like the latter. even now, you were intoxicated from seven cups of sake, and it was nagi who was taking you home with his hands holding yours because you had zero capability to walk home by yourself in this drunken state (he was also worried about the number of drunk men that were roaming around the streets).

nagi’s hands were soft, and somehow, it felt right for yours to be in his. the fact that he was walking you home at ten in the evening with your hand in his made your face feel warm, or was it the effects of the alcohol?

as you pulled out your keys to open the door to your apartment, nagi let go of your hand. “well, then, i’ll be going now. good night.”

“thanks. get home safely, all right?”

your hand paused. there was still something you wanted to know—whether this curiosity was generated by you and your impulsivity when drunk, your heart craved to know if your feelings for nagi that have accumulated to this day were reciprocated; you craved to know.

with your heart sitting on your sleeve, you chased after nagi, grabbing him by his coat. it was only when he turned around that regret began marinating inside you.

“umm... n-nagi, do you like me?”

nagi’s face shows no expression when he fully turns around, and it only urges you to dig a hole in these cement walls and hide yourself away from him. your neck is beginning to feel warmer, and your mouth is emptied of any words that could formulate a “nevermind”.

seconds later, a small, mildly flustered grin appears on the white-haired boy’s lips.

“i’m busted, huh?”

— michael kaiser x you in... KAMISAMA HAJIMEMASHITA ! (alternative title: kamisama kiss)

sometimes you despise your kind-hearted demeanour—particularly in moments where you’re gripping onto some tree branch for dear life from a demonic old woman who’s crawling up the tree trunk like some predacious spider, ready to devour your human flesh.

it’s thanks to the miracles spawned by adrenalin that you’re still able to hang by the branch because you were seconds away from slipping off, and the fright that you feel is boiling within you like water at a hundred degrees celsius.

but with the demonic grandma grasping you by your ankle and tugging you down to her, you’re almost ready to bid your life goodbye.

“you seem to be having a tough time there, [name].”

immediately your eyes landed on the familiar figure of kaiser, who was standing atop a tree branch near you, with the wind elegantly caressing his hair as he stood like a hero who was about to enter his most iconic moment by rescuing his damsel-in-distress.

“i heard that you were in a tight spot, so i rushed right over here for you...”

was he finally here to save you?

if he was, then you’re absolutely willing to forgive him for all the impudent remarks he’s made about you because, quite literally, you were on the verge of death, and you needed help. with tears glistening in your eyes, kaiser’s name rolled off your tongue like a sacred prayer.

“kaiser...”

“...to sit back and enjoy the show.”

this bitch—

looking down upon you like some pompous noble to a peasant as he indulged in your misery, kaiser was sure that you would soon beg him for help because, like a regular human, he is certain that you will regard him as “oh great kaiser” for the sake of your life. to his surprise, your obstinacy and pride was holding out just as long. even with the will-o-the-wisps (your servants) pleading you to say it just once, you continued to refuse as you gathered your strength.

“like hell i’m going to say it! if i’m going to have to bow and scrape to this bastard, i’d rather—”

with one heave, you seized kaiser down as the two of you began falling, and the screams of the will-o-the-wisps were starting to blur into the distance.

“do you mean to die for the sake of your stupid pride?!”

confidently pulling him in by grabbing a fistful of his robes, you sealed kaiser’s lips shut with a kiss that would entwine your fates together—you as a land god, and him as your faithful servant.

“kaiser... help me!”

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yoisami · 8 months

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˚₊‧୨୧˚ SWEET ENCOUNTERS !

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: meet cutes with your favourite bllk boy ! but of course, in a high school setting bc i’m a sucker for high school romance >:)

tags. isagi, kunigami, nagi, kaiser, reo, rin x gn!reader (separately), 1793 wc, idk what genre but no sad stuff hehe, first interactions, uh idk why reo and rin’s ones are so long lol, reader is called ‘pretty’ in kaiser’s, ooc mb ??, somewhat proofread ig

ISAGI YOICHI — (deskmates)

it was monday when your teacher decided to switch up the seating arrangements, and she scribbled all your names on slips of paper that were thrown into a hat. one by one, your friends were getting paired together, and you were pleasantly surprised when your name was called with isagi’s name.

you’ve never really talked to him before, and the two of you didn’t have any classes in common. but, you knew that he was popular amongst your female classmates—they often giggled over his smiles and compliments.

you acknowledged that he was handsome, relatively popular, and a charismatic individual, but in all honesty, you didn’t find anything special about him.

but when you brought your belongings to your allocated desk, isagi graced you with a smile that reminded you of the violet petunias in the school garden as he motioned to the empty desk besides him.

“you can take the window seat. enjoy the sight when it’s raining—i think it’s quite pretty.”

in this particular moment, you were beginning to understand why your friends have always appreciated his character.

like a flower in spring, something about isagi made him...

“thanks, isagi. i’ll make sure to.”

...alluring.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE — (voluntary assistance)

given that your school’s volleyball coach had recently sprained his ankle and was now on crutches, your heart couldn’t bear to see him struggle to bring the equipment into the gym. so, as manager of the school’s volleyball team, you didn’t even have to think twice before providing the coach some assistance.

but now it was your turn to struggle. to save yourself some time, you stacked two crates together and carried them to the gym at the same time. admittedly, it was a little hard—you were peering past the crates to see.

“h-hey! i’ll help you!”

confused, you looked behind you to find that kunigami was running towards you. behind him, you can see his friends following him from a distance, and he quickly removed the crates from your hold, taking them into his hands instead.

“o-oh wait! i’ll take one.”

kunigami simply let out a friendly chuckle as he shook his head. “it’s all good. they’re not heavy. heading to the gym?”

considering that no one else has helped you bring the volleyballs, and you were just a couple steps away from the building, you genuinely appreciated kunigami’s chivalry as he waited for your answer.

“yeah.” you returned his smile. “thanks.”

NAGI SEISHIRO — (project partners)

unfortunately for you, nagi was placed in your group for the upcoming group project.

“nagi? we’d appreciate it if you could also help us research.”

initially, you were rather excited to work on this new psychology project. but with nagi seishiro in your group, who’s only ever been seen sleeping in your classes, you’re not so sure anymore.

“i’ll do it later,” he mumbled, nestling his head into his arms. your friend besides you rolled her eyes, jokingly raising her fist towards him once nagi had closed his eyes.

it was infuriating that he was unwilling to cooperate with you and your friend, considering that this was a group project, and not a solo task. what put you off even more was that your teacher has decided to assess you all as a group rather than individually.

you weren’t going to let nagi seishiro’s idleness bring your grade down.

“we don’t have time to research later, nagi. we actually have to carry out the experiment next lesson,” you stated firmly. your vexation was stained in your tone, yet the boy refused to read the room.

adjusting his head to look at you, nagi yawned. “stop stressing out, [name]. this isn’t even worth that mu—”

“it’s worth forty percent of our final grade, nagi. just because you don’t care about your marks doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t care about ours,” you hissed bitterly, snapping your laptop shut.

as you slapped the briefing paper before him, nagi stared straight at you. “i hope that you’ll come to realise that a group project requires everyone’s efforts—and that includes you.”

MICHAEL KAISER — (money’s on the line)

for him to win the twenty euros that were on the line, the condition was that kaiser must flirt with the next person who walks into the classroom for a week, strictly.

and it was you who happened to have walked in after the bet was established.

“hey, [name]!” kaiser jumped off the desk he was sitting on as he approached you with a look on his face that clearly meant he was up to no good. “what class do you have next?”

you thought for a while before you returned to your seat, with kaiser tailing behind you. “history, i think.”

the boy simply nodded his head as he dragged a nearby chair besides you, comfortably inviting himself to be near you. “cool. want me to walk you there?”

considering that he offered to walk you to your next class, which is something completely out of the norm (you’ve hardly ever talked to him before), you gave him a confused look. with his tie loosely hung around his neck and the top buttons of his shirt deliberately undone to reveal a tiny portion of his physique, his appearance was enough for you to identify him as someone you shouldn’t associate with.

“...what?”

kaiser leant in closer with a smirk that was a trademark of his persona. “i’ll walk you to history. just in case you get lonely, y’know?”

“uh, no, than—”

“i’ll walk you. it’s not every day that i get to walk someone as pretty as you to class.”

MIKAGE REO — (playing messenger)

you failed to contain your sigh when your female classmate asked you for a favour—to give her confession letter that had little pink hearts littered over the envelope to mikage reo.

when you said no to her request, her only rebuttal was that you seemed to be acquainted with him (you weren’t). but you’ve watched her hesitate to give the envelope when he walked past her before, and since you still had some sort of compassion in you, you finally acceded. of course, you asked for something in return: the most expensive drink from the vending machine.

and now, with her letter in your hands, you peered from the classroom door as you located your target. the fact that he was surrounded by a relatively large number of his peers made you choke on your own saliva. and god—you were going to look like one of his dumb fangirls who usually confess with a bag of heart-shaped cookies or a love letter (you’d be in the latter category).

slipping the letter in your pocket, you approached him and grabbed his attention by patting his shoulder.

as reo turned around, waiting for you to ask your question, all his friends grew silent, gazing at you with disparaging eyes.

“could you come out for a second? i just need to give you something.”

and he nodded his head as he left his friends with you. scanning the hallway left and right, you and reo stood behind the classroom door.

“here,” you murmured, passing the envelope to him. ignoring the amused spark in his eyes, you cut him off with a raised hand before he could speak. “let me clarify—this is not from me. a classmate asked me to pass this to you.”

reo chuckled as he flipped the envelope over. “you don’t have to lie, y’know. i’ve received many confession bef—”

“since it seems like i wasn’t clear enough before, let me say it again—i’m not interested in you.”

and with that, you turned your heel to retrieve the drink your classmate owes you as reo hopes to see you around these halls again.

ITOSHI RIN — (athlete meets artist)

as a prominent member of the school’s art club, you were in charge of welcoming guests into the art room that the art teacher had meticulously decorated. even if you were slightly embarrassed to have some of your artwork pinned up on the walls, you took pride in your pieces as they were all a product of your passions and desires.

while the art room was not as popular as the plays and cafes that were set up in other classrooms, there were still a few people who visited with the intention of appreciating the intricate sculpture made by the captain of the art club.you expected your friends to visit (and they did), as did some of the second-year students you were acquainted with, but you definitely didn’t expect itoshi rin to walk in, mindlessly observing the room.

as you got up from your seat, you greeted rin with a polite smile.

“are you interested in painti—”

“no. i just have nothing to do right now,” he said curtly, passing you. as rin roamed around, browsing the drawings with one quick glance, his eyes landed on your painting. it was displayed right in the centre of all the other artworks, with a colour scheme that was much different from all the other paintings.

you struggled to hide your grin when rin paused to examine your art piece (you were happy to see another person acknowledging your art). “do you like it, itoshi?”

you pretended to brush off the awkwardness that embraces you as you’re met with silence. rin doesn’t respond for a while as he’s seemingly studying the brushstrokes on your painting. “what’s the point of doing this?”

you pondered over this question for a brief moment before you responded, tracing your fingertips over the edge of your painting. “because it’s fun, in my opinion. you can tell a story by creating an artwork using different colours and mediums, so it’s great for someone who might not be great with their words.”

“but doing all this...” he said, hovering his finger over the details on your painting. “looks like a lot of effort. i wouldn’t be bothered.”

“i suppose,” you shrugged, turning to face rin properly. “itoshi, you play soccer, right?”

rin finally looked at you, responding to your question with a terse “hmm”.

“it’s like you with soccer, i guess. every day, just like you, i’m also refining my skills so i can prove to my family that i’m an exceptional artist. then maybe they’ll let me fulfil my dream of going to art school.”

reaching for the tidy pile of art brochures you organised, you handed rin a copy as you spoke. “for you, all this may seem tedious. but for me, this is what i love. and i’m willing to spend years on this if it means that i can be one of the best artists in japan.”

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yoisami · 9 months

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˚₊‧୨୧ ENOUGH FOR ME

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: somewhat inspired by taylor swift's "daylight". it's impossible to not fall in love with her lyrics tbh. never wrote for sae before so i hope the quality is acceptable :')

tags. sae x gn!reader, 838 wc, relationship trauma, hurt/comfort, damaged self-esteem, mentions of cheating, use of profanities.

it was hard for you to believe that you were enough.

all the company you've kept since adolescence weren't enjoyable. whether it be friends, exes — none of these relationships brought you joy, let alone satisfaction.

your so-called friends in high school always seemed to have scattered hints here and there that they disliked your presence. it was a rare occurrence to see a genuine smile on their faces when you initiated conversations with them, and you were used to walking on the very edge of every path.

what is it that you lacked that constantly resulted in apathetic expressions when you put your opinion in discussions?

while it was difficult to bandage the splits in your heart, you managed to cover it well with white lies until graduation arrived, when you finally deleted all their contacts with a self-pitying smile.

and god, you really thought your relationships in university would turn out better — you managed to convince yourself that good people would soon enter your life, and that eventually, someone would be able to rescue you out of the ocean of misery you've been swimming in.

sure, your friends were nicer, and friendlier. but your boyfriends weren't. the first one only fed you a teaspoon of affection during the six months you dated, and lazily cut the ties with you over text claiming that he was no longer interested, and that you were too boring.

your second relationship was the most painful out of them all. you were discarded in the corner of his mind like an old doll after a month, and he began pursuing 'prettier' girls in your major. your kind heart was fucking stupid for granting him another chance to fix up the mistakes he made, because it ensued even more arguments that seared your skin burning red. his words pierced like daggers, and he finally did it for you when you watched him kiss his girl best friend as a dare. without realising, he was bleeding you dry as he pulled his friend closer, hands sinfully exploring her skin with a dirty smirk on his lips. in one night, he eradicated your confidence — it came crumbling down like an avalanche.

the reflection started to look ugly; you frowned upon your features, your wounds, and your misfortune. with a negative light cast over your sight, you were persuaded that you were simply not enough for anyone.

today marked two years since the end of your cruel relationship with him. your internal wounds still remained as scars on your glass-like heart. the memories resurfaced from time to time, but itoshi sae locked them away in the vault of your mind, throwing the key in a faraway void when he declared his feelings to you, and you only.

you were hesitant, your trust for people severed, and you held iron shields over your heart. your interest lingered for a while, only for you to anxiously reel it away when you recalled all the negative outcomes of your past relationships. you were certain that a relationship with itoshi sae would end up the same — bitter emotions and broken heartstrings.

but oh... you were delighted to see how wrong you were. you were so so wrong.

you've never seen someone love you like tomorrow was going to end — like it was his last chance at life; like you were enough for him.

sae kissed you like you were the most beautiful being alive; he embraced you like you were his most prized possession. his devotion, love, protection and care was combined into an ethereal mix that came in the form of his heart, and he gave it to you with zero regrets.

you could find him at the bottom of every cliff, with strong arms that extended out to you and a small smile that meant he'll catch you if you ever fell.

as someone who was deprived of genuine affection and care, it was truly impossible to not fall in love with him. to others, sae was condescending, and often unfriendly, but to you, he was the warmest person on a cold night.

and he was the one who dived in that ocean to bring you back on shore.

on this bleak late-autumn morning, sae reminded you again that you belonged with him. each kiss he pressed on your shoulder blade teemed with love, each pat on the side of your waist evoked butterflies in your stomach, and each whisper against your earlobe was like a feather that delicately tickled your skin.

and as you turned to face sae on this rainy morning, you're both relishing the presence of each other. his hair was disheveled from the movements he made in his sleep, and your cheeks were rosy from the warmth of the bed — neither of you looked perfect in this moment. still, you were everything he ever wanted, and you couldn't ask for anyone better.

the corners of his lips turn upwards, and sae sealed his affection for you with a fervorous kiss, as he held you close to his heart.

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yoisami · 6 months

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tags. nanami kento x gn!reader, fluff, 0.6k wc, the nanami brainrot is so real, mentions of food (tiramisu), established relationship, reader is bad at baking lmfao, not proofread, nanami i miss you :(

“i think the tiramisu’s good to eat now.”

nanami’s gaze travels to where you are in the apartment—you’re rinsing dinner plates and bowls under a running faucet, with sleeves rolled up to your elbows and yellow rubber gloves that reached the middle of your forearm. it’s wednesday, and today, you’re on dishwashing duty.

“how many hours has it been?” closing his laptop gently, nanami rises from his chair as he walks over to your side of the kitchen. your head twists to read the analogue clock that is hung on the other side of the room before you make your estimate.

“probably seven? i put it in the fridge at two,” you hum, clearing the sink of any bubbles. nanami nods his head at you as he opens the fridge, but instead of taking the tiramisu out like you assumed he would, his head inclines slightly to the side, staring inside the refrigerator for a good minute before taking the dessert out. your brows furrow at his reaction.

“what?” you ask—no, you demand. the tone of your voice shifts the mood the ambience in the kitchen, and you sound oddly defensive—as if you’re trying to justify your wrongdoing, or more like, you know that your tiramisu failed to mimic the one in the online recipe.

“why does it look so...” nanami pauses, scrambling to find a word to describe the tiramisu that would save him from your indignant glare. “...unique?”

“kento, you know that the word ‘unique’ does not have a positive connotation to it,” you huff, tossing the gloves to the side as you wash your hands. “do you think it’s that ugly?”

perhaps the most fitting word for your tiramisu is wonky. ideally, according to the photo of the tiramisu in the recipe, the dessert should resemble the flatness of concrete pavement—yours is more like the paths you’d encounter on a mountain hike.

“it’s not ugly. just... unattractive,” he admits. however, he looks at you with such a comforting smile that it almost alleviates the weight of his honesty. you sigh.

“doesn’t that basically mean the same thing?”

“not necessarily. but it looks like it’ll taste good.”

“it better,” you mumbled, watching him insert a spoon into the dessert. what nanami has on his spoon could be described as a preview of what your attempt at the italian dessert would taste like—it’s a thin cut taken from the edge of the glass container, and he nearly looks hesitant to put the dessert into his mouth.

you punch his arm—he obviously doesn’t budge.

“good,” nanami mutters, nodding his head in approval. there’s a subtle look of relief on his face, because if the tiramisu had tasted differently, he knew that there would be a temporary frown on your lips, and it’d refuse to leave until he kisses you breathless.

“really?” your husband nods again as he scoops more of the dessert, gesturing you to open your mouth. your lips part, and you accept his spoon. the tiramisu doesn’t taste bad—in fact, you think it’s really good.

“this was a good recipe,” nanami smiles, feeding you some more as he watches your lips curve upward at the sweet taste. “save it, then you can make it again.”

“i will. help me make it next time—i feel like you’d be able to make it look prettier.”

“maybe,” he shrugs his shoulders, closing the space between the two of you with a gentle peck on your lips. “but it’s perfectly fine like this too.”

the liebestraum playing in the background becomes nothing but a tune that your thoughts are swaying to, and with nanami enclosing distance between you and him again, you reckon the tiramisu tastes better on his lips.

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #this is not the end of my nanami brainrot #i legit have one more piece i wanna write for him #never been a nanami girl until two week ago tf 💔#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami fluff #jjk fluff #kento nanami

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yoisami · 5 months

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˚₊‧୨୧ TELL YOU SOMEDAY

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: i’m unsettled that i wrote a birthday fic for kuroo but not for my bf osamu :/ was gonna drop an angsty bomb for him LOL but decided not to for hana (ily bae) ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

tags. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, 1.5k wc, fluff, unestablished relationship, happy birthday kuroo yay, heavy narration sorry, if every time i use an em dash in my writing and i gain a dollar, i’d be a literal billionaire

“sit here and wait for me!”

brandishing your index finger at your couch, kuroo complies with your facetious command as he falls into the couch, sinking into the furniture. a familiar, frisky grin blossoms on your face before you turn your head to prepare “something” in the kitchen. you even declared that you wouldn’t hesitate to kick him out of your apartment if he enters the kitchen.

“better be quick then,” kuroo jests, watching you leave the living room and into the kitchen. peeping your head out, you scrunch your nose as he reciprocates your expression.

you look at him once more as your lips break into another grin. “don’t rush me. good things take time!”

right now, you’re completely persuaded that he’s an idiot and is fully unaware of the little birthday “surprise” you’ve prepared for him, and kuroo pats himself on the back for being able to continue this game of pretend play. while you’re busy bathing in a pool of triumph, you don’t realise that you’ve fallen for kuroo’s fake ignorance—he knows that you’ve arranged a birthday cake for him, with candles to blow out at exactly twelve o’clock.

it’s currently eleven fifty-one, and you’re adding some final touches to kuroo’s birthday cake in the kitchen—the ultimate reason why he’s prohibited from entering the kitchen for the next nine minutes.

the corner of his lips curves upwards when you’ve left the living room entirely, and he dips his head backwards, throwing a palm over his eyes. with his vision partially covered, his sole focus is on the warmth that blooms inside his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and it feels as if his heart is about to combust. it’s beating violently and incessantly, and kuroo admits that he’s a lovesick fool—for you.

he’s twenty—soon to be twenty-one—but acts nothing like the true adult that he’s supposed to be. unable to control his teeming bliss, kuroo buries his face into one of the available cushions on the couch, murmuring and screeching incoherently into the slip before he lifts his head up.

whether it’s his love that makes him immature or it’s his inborn fate to be an idiot, kuroo feels as if he’s reversed time and become a second-year high school student again—someone who is eager to love another, and hopeful about the works of romance. kuroo established the fact that he liked you when he was fourteen and naïve, only expecting his feelings would eventually dilute when he entered high school. he was convinced that you were just a “phase” that he was yet to grow out of, but quite the opposite happened—he didn’t fall for a single one of his classmates because you continued to reign over his heart.

their jokes were inferior to yours, and none of them were as talented as you. your voice had a pretty tone, and it’s distinct from everyone else’s—even to this day, your voice continues to call out to his heart, whether it was signalling to him or not. his classmates weren’t as kind as you, or as caring as you, or as selfless as you—you’re special to him.

and even though he’s in university, where there are more attractive and talented people, no one else could win him over like you do. kuroo believes that you have some superpower over his heart—kenma’s face twisted in disgust when he said that the first time.

to his dismay, you didn’t appear to feel the same way as he did. your pair of eyes followed another boy, and your romantic gestures were never directed at kuroo. in high school, you baked pink butter cookies for some other boy every year on valentine’s day. they were packaged in clear pockets that were tied shut by lace ribbons you purposely visited the department store for, and you’d arrive at school in the early morning to secure a spot for your gift on his desk. your heart seemed to call out to someone else; your heart seemed to be in the hands of someone else.

but after high school, things have changed. you no longer spend time thinking about a boy you like before falling asleep, nor do you bashfully fix your hair when he walks by. for once, your heart seems to be vacant for kuroo.

and he’d be stupid if he didn’t take that to his advantage.

for the past month, kuroo has been scattering pieces of his feelings beside your feet that form a path to him. in your conversations, he responded to you in ways that potentially suggested romance in hopes of confusing you (he has to have a bit of fun, of course), was acting more chivalrously around you, and was a tad more affectionate with you (throwing his arm over your shoulders when you’re walking, fixing your hair when the wind messes it up)—all of them were shimmering hints that he’s been hoping you’d take notice of.

and you have, and kuroo’s more than pleased to see that you mirror his gestures too. when he drops a pathetic pick-up line, you do the same; when kuroo flippantly taps your knee under the table, you take his hand and momentarily fidget with his calloused hand.

you’re flustered when he leans in close to tease you; in his periphery, he notices your prolonged stares, and you’ve changed your hair accessories to his favourite colour.

finally, you like him back.

“tetsurou! shut your eyes.”

kuroo straightens his posture as he closes his eyes, his hands resting on his knees. despite having his eyes shut, he could see that the lights in the apartment had been turned off. now, he’s limited to only four of his senses.

the sound of your footsteps lightly pad in his direction, and he could hear your broken giggles as you made a half-hearted attempt to hold yourself back from laughing at him. the heater softly whirrs, but the noise dissipates from kuroo’s focus when you begin to sing.

“happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you...”

it’s a sweet tune that he hears once every year, usually sung by a number of his friends and family. their voices would combine, sounding a little off-tune and unsynchronised, and kuroo would never be able to tell whose voice belongs to whom.

“happy birthday dear tetsurou...”

but this year, you’re the first person to sing him this song, and he appreciates it more than yaku’s frequent voice cracks when he sings.

“happy birthday to you!”

your voice gently falls to end the song, but soon returns when he feels your elbow nudging his arm. “hey—open your eyes.”

the living room is dimly lit by tiny flame that flutters atop the pink candle, standing humbly as the only candle on kuroo’s birthday cake. it offers enough light for him to see everything within his vicinity, but it especially accentuates your presence.

“i sang you ‘happy birthday’ and you didn’t even open your eyes for that,” you sigh, plastering a counterfeit frown on your lips. he knows your pout is a joke when it quickly vanishes, defeated by your animated grin that puts his thoughts on hold. “make a wish.”

“alright.”

his eyes are closed again. his hands are clasped together and pressed to his lips, and his heart, eager and hopeful, is singing out to you:

i want to be the one you love.

there’s a short moment of silence before your voice interferes with the silence in the room. “done?”

opening his eyes, kuroo nods. curiousity glints in your irises, and you lean in closer to him.

“what’d you wish for?”

“can’t tell you that,” kuroo says. “if i tell you, then it won’t come true.”

“what are you, five? you know that birthday wishes don’t come true anyway.”

well, kuroo hopes that your assumption is wrong—very wrong.

“so, what’d you wish for?”

between the two of you, kuroo can see miniscule, colourless particles that maunder in the air. he then focuses on you—your skin imbibes the flame’s yellow glow, and your eye smiles remind him of half-moons in summer. perfection exists within you, and kuroo is accustomed to the twinkle of love that he sees in your pupils when light ricochets off your cornea.

two years ago, you’d look at him with so much love—however, it’s a different kind of love that he sees in your eyes now. you look at him as if he collects glitter from the moon for you, and you look at him as if he’s the prince charming in your fairytale. you love him, and he loves you—

—but that’s a secret he’ll keep to himself for a little while longer.

“are you gonna an—”

when kuroo flicks your forehead with his blistered fingers, you jerk away, yelping “ow!” as you bring your hand to soothe the area, scowling at his trademark smirk.

“i’ll tell you someday. but i want to eat the cake now.”

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #osamu my love just wait #i have smth for u dw ☺️💍#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #hq fluff #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro #tetsurou kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo imagines

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yoisami · 5 months

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tags. isagi yoichi x gn!reader, idk what genre, 1.2k wc, mentions of cheating and suggestive themes, alcohol features in this, characters are of legal drinking age, first meeting

You’re alone in a room full of people.

There are some people on the dance floor moving their bodies sensually beside their friends and strangers, some lingering in the corner of the club whispering in each other’s ears with martinis in their hands, and some engaged at the bar, watching the bartender prepare an alcoholic concoction that will finally drive them to a drunken state.

Not a single white light could be found here—there are only flashing coloured lights, buzzing around the room to the rowdy songs blasting in the background. Red, green, and blue rays flicker from one place to another.

Here, a black leather lounge is occupied by you. Your handbag is tossed into the corner of the seat, and there are five empty cocktail glasses sitting atop the coffee table. In your right hand is a half-full glass of Cosmopolitan, and you tilt the glass, letting the shell-pink beverage cascade into your mouth.

You’re not drunk yet, and you wish you were.

Your boyfriend—if he even deserves that title—was just on the dance floor with his friends a moment ago, but now he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he’s on the other side of this room, roaming his hands all over the voluptuous figure of that girl who was particularly touchy with him on the dance floor. If he’s cheating or not, you can’t be bothered to give a damn anymore.

Whether it’s the fact that you’ve caught him cheating three times already these past two months or that you’ve had one too many cocktails, it didn’t hurt you that he was most likely making out with someone other than you. You admit that you feel numb, though, and your solution to eradicate this odd feeling welling inside your stomach was to drink it away.

It’s not a wise decision, but who is here to tell you that it’s wrong to drink your feelings away?

“That’s a lot of cocktail glasses right there.”You look up. There’s a guy standing near the lounge, donning a black button-up and some basic straight jeans. His hair makes him seem effortlessly attractive, and he sends you a boyish smile—you assume that he’s your age.

“Can I sit here?”

“Yeah,” you say, dragging your handbag onto your lap. In one gulp, you finish the Cosmopolitan, adding another empty glass to the mini collection you have on the table. The man sits near you, but not right beside you. There’s approximately seven inches of space between the two of you.

You predict that in a couple minutes’ time, he’ll most likely ask you to make out with him for a while before dismissing you once his interest in another girl at this club peaks. After all, he looks relatively young—he’ll take advantage of his handsome face and have his share of fun in this place.

“Are you here alone?” Maybe the alcohol has left you less attentive than usual, but his question was without any malicious intent. You blink.

“I’m here with my boyfr— kind of?” you answer, but your response trails off. You’re uncertain of your situation yourself. His loyalty didn’t rest with you, so you couldn’t call him your boyfriend, but in some way, you’re still tied to him romantically. You sigh.

The man furrows his brows. “Kind of?”

“Well, I guess he’s still my boyfriend, but he acts nothing like one. He doesn’t really care about me anyway—I think I’m just here to entertain him,” you explain, brushing your hair behind your ears. The air is stuffy and uncomfortable in here. “But I think he’s found someone else to entertain him tonight.

You’re expecting “I’ll entertain you then” to fall past his lips, followed by a dirty smirk, but it surprises you that the man asks you, “Are you okay?” instead.

You blink at him again. “O-oh, um... yeah. I’m okay.”

“Really?”

You quirk your brow. “Yes? I’m quite aware of my own feelings, I believe.”

The man only smiles, briefly motioning at the six cocktail glasses you have lined up on the coffee table. “You sure you’re not drinking your sadness away?”

“Yes,” you blatantly lie. He nods at you, quietly chuckling at the white lie you’ve just told him. Your eyes are stubbornly fixated on him, travelling from his Adam’s apple to his lips.

He’s really good-looking.

You don’t realise that your gaze languidly moves down from his lips to his collar. The first two buttons are done, teasing you with a little peek of his well-built figure that is hidden beneath his clothes. A certain heat flowers in your cheeks.

Must be due to the warmth in this room. (Nope!)

“If you’re upset, you should confide in a friend instead. Too much alcohol can reduce your body’s aerobic performance.”

You look at him, stunned. In these five minutes, this guy has left you bewildered twice with his attitude. A typical man at a rambunctious club like this would not advise you to consult a friend during difficult times, let alone care about your wellbeing. A typical man at a club would only seek a woman to satiate his pleasures for a night or two before he leaves, as if the woman’s worth is no more than a dust particle on his jacket. But this guy—he’s nothing like them.

And it leaves you curious.

“Huh?”

“Oh,” he says bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck with a toothy grin. “I’m a soccer player, so I kinda know what alcohol does to your body.”

A soccer player, huh? But isn’t he being a bit of a hypocrite—being an athlete, claiming that he knows about the impact of alcohol on the body’s systems, but he’s at a club where alcoholic drinks are a necessity to have? “I see.”

“Do you know who I am?” he asks, grinning at you. This tone indicates that he’s teasing you, and your lips break into a sheepish smile as you shake your head. He sighs, feigning hurt by clasping a hand over his chest before he laughs.

He’s cute, you think. He’s really cute—a breath of fresh air compared to all the men you’ve interacted with lately.

He holds out his hand, willing you to shake it. “That’s a pity. I’m Isagi. Isagi Yoichi.”

You don’t hesitate when you accept his hand, shaking it gently. “It’s nice to meet you, Isagi.”

“What’s your na—”

A voice abruptly interferes with your conversation with Isagi, belonging to a man with yellow dye in his hair. He’s calling Isagi’s name from the dance floor, and along with a few other guys, he was waving at you and Isagi’s direction. “Let’s go!”

Isagi turns his head back to you, seeming to be amused by the sight of the group of men, whom you believed were his friends. He opens his mouth to speak but pauses and mutters “wait” as he shoves a hand in his pocket. You tilt your head as you watch him pull out a wallet, placing a five-thousand yen note on the coffee table before he gets up.

“Get home safely—especially after six drinks. This is for the taxi fare,” he says, beginning to walk away as he points to the bill. You rise to your feet, flustered, as you attempt to follow him with his money, but he simply shakes his head and waves at you.

“See you!”

When you get home tonight, the first thing you’ll do is search for him on the internet.

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock isagi #bllk isagi #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #isagi x reader #isagi imagines #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #isagi fluff

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tags. rin x gn!reader, 1.9k wc, reader and rin are 21, reader is a uni student and rin is a pro!soccer player, reader wears makeup and a dress, mentions of liquor and food, kissing lol, unestablished relationship, ooc rin mb, happy birthday rin (i am late but better late than never)

“sir, have you made a booking for tonight?”

in celebration of rin’s twenty-first birthday, you messaged him a couple of days ago that you’d treat him to a dinner at a restaurant which you quoted as “nice”.

considering that you would pay for the meal with your measly college student income you earn from regular shifts at a local clothing retailer, rin expected that this “nice” restaurant would just be the local sushi bar you two usually visit.

except, right now, he’s confused that he found himself at the entrance of a sumptuous restaurant, hearing the clinking of wine glasses in the background.

“my friend did. under [surname]?”

as of now, rin’s doubtful about two things—one, your ability to pay for this meal (rin noticed on the menu that they served foie gras here—that indicates something), and two, if this is the correct location of the restaurant you booked for. as the server is scrolling through the list of reservations on the tablet, rin’s typing up a message to ask if this michelin star restaurant was the “nice” restaurant you referred to in your message.

“yes, i see it,” the server confirmed, smiling politely as she gestured a hand into the restaurant. “please follow me this way, sir.”

rin’s fighting the urge to make a face of astonishment as he followed the server into the restaurant, slipping his phone back into the pocket of his coat. like any other luxury restaurant, there were multiple tables left vacant, and tables that were occupied were seated by couples in lavish cocktail dresses or suits.

there’s fine china exhibited around the restaurant and french art pieces nailed to the walls, and rin’s beginning to worry about the balance left in your bank account after paying for this meal that’s bound to be exorbitantly priced.

the server then motioned her hand again to the table where you were, gently waving with a smile. before he took the seat opposite of you, rin quickly thanked the server with a brief bow.

there was a teasing smile dancing upon your lips. “surprised?”

technically, tonight, rin was the main character—but you certainly stole the show. the silk slip dress you wore delicately hugged your figure whilst complementing your skin tone, and with the light makeup that enhanced your beauty even more, rin was entranced by you.

and he hoped you can’t see how the tips of his ears had a pink tint.

“happy birthday, rin.”

“thank you. you dressed up nicely,” he commented, clearing his throat as he glances at the menu once.

“i tried my best.” a soft sigh fell from your lips as you patted your dress down. “i figured it’d be wrong if i wore ordinary clothes to such a fancy place. i’ve been saving up to treat you to something like this, so you better enjoy yourself tonight.”

“you don't have to.”

“i do.” rin watched you fidget with the charm on your necklace as you spoke. “you’ve always brought me to nice places to eat, and you keep buying me expensive things.”

“only because you deserve them.” a waiter arrived at your table with a bottle of ruinart rosé that rin assumed you ordered as he opened the bottle with a loud “pop”.

after the waiter poured you a glass, rin watched the liquor cascade into his glass, noticing how the delicate foam fizzes as it sits atop the liquid. the waiter lifted the bottle away once it filled two-thirds of rin’s glass, and placed the bottle on the table.

you and rin said your thanks to the waiter, and he bowed again before returning to his duties in the kitchen.

“they said this champagne isn’t too sweet,” you mentioned, taking the glass into your hands. “hopefully you’ll like it.”

rin hesitated as he took a sip of the champagne, humming softly to let you that he approved of your selection of liquor. as an athlete who avoided alcohol for his health, and detested the bitter taste of beer, rin sure enjoyed the subtle notes of lemon and apple as he took another sip.

and as he watched your face light up at your serving of the aromatic champagne, rin’s unaware that the sides of his lips curved upward.

settling the wine glass down, rin waited for you to initiate a conversation. “it’s been a while since we last hung out—how has training been?”

both of you had busy schedules that never aligned, and with you being a third-year college student (you also returned from your month-long overseas trip only a week ago), and rin as a professional soccer player, meeting up has been difficult.

you reckon you’re lucky to be able to catch him for a meal, but rin had purposely declined all other gatherings with his friends just to make sure that he gets to see you today.

“it’s fine. we’re just preparing for the upcoming game. how’s school been?”

“tiring,” you quietly groaned. “school’s always gonna be a little bit of a bitch. the content’s getting a lot harder too, so i’m spending even more time on school work.”

”have you been sleeping enough?” knowing your horrible tendency of pulling all-nighters to get work done, rin hoped that lately you’ve been able to rest well, and perhaps begin fixing that terrible habit of yours.

you nodded your head eagerly. “mm hmm! i slept seven hours last night—are you proud?”

a short laugh slipped past his mouth as his heart clenched at how adorable you were. “yeah, sure.”

seeming to be proud that you’ve made rin laugh, a smile broke from your glossy lips. for a moment, the ceiling lights illuminated your face, and rin realised that recently, he’s forgotten just how beautiful you are.

“i've missed you, rin,” you confessed, voice thickly coated in sincerity. "it’s nice that we’re able to meet up tonight to celebrate your birthday.”

it’s like there were butterflies carouseling in his stomach, performing cartwheels and other aerobic routines when you claimed that you’ve missed him. his heart was violently drumming against his ribcage, and he’s conscious of the heat that’s blossoming in his face, but rin’s terrific at masking his feelings.

“i’ve missed you too.” rin admitted that it was an understatement—hell, his thoughts circled around you every morning as he’s eating breakfast, and every night as he’s winding down for the day. just a week ago, seeing your instagram stories made him glad that you were having fun on in another country, but his heart longed for your return to japan.

“i'm happy that the feeling’s mutual, then.” no. rin’s certain that he’s missed you way more than you’ve missed him—after all, to you, he was probably just a friend from high school and nothing more.

perhaps what rin regretted most now was that he didn’t reciprocate your romantic feelings for him when the two of you were in high school. back then, he was even more aloof, regarding each of his peers with disdain after he and sae found themselves in a dispute that severed their bond. each minute of his day was devoted to soccer, and if something, or someone, did not benefit his improvement in the sport, then it was simply insignificant.

though rin’s thankful that his past self dedicated his entire existence towards soccer, a part of him wondered what the outcome would have been if he’d realised earlier that you embodied his definition of perfection.

but now, as adults who are legally drinking champagne from refined wine glasses and sitting across from each other just as friends, rin’s heart was unfulfilled, to be frank.

shortly after a waiter left your table with your orders placed, rin gets up from his seat. “i’m just gonna ask him where the bathroom is.”

you sent him a nod as rin followed the same waiter, pulling out his wallet from his pocket. “excuse me?”

the waiter turned around. “how may i help you, sir?”

“i’d like to pay for what we’ve ordered now,” he said, pulling out a credit card from the slit in his leather wallet. “is that alright?”

after minutes of admonishing rin for paying for his own birthday dinner, you returned to him with his mug of hot tea and a look of disapproval.

“do you know how bad i feel right now? i feel fucking awful that you had to pay for a dinner that was stupidly overpriced—and the fact that it was a dinner to celebrate your birthday makes me feel even more guilty!”

since dinner had ended earlier than you anticipated, you invited rin to your apartment, insisting he stay for a while because you were keen to show him how well you’ve decorated your new place.

but right now, it feels more like a dreary session of your lecturing than a house tour.accepting the tea you’ve poured for him, rin takes it in his hands.

“[name], it’s alright. we can just go out for dinner again.”

you don’t look impressed with his response. “i’m just gonna transfer the money to your account.”

settling the tea down, rin’s fascinated at how adamant you can be. “[name], no.”

as you reached for your phone on the kitchen counter, rin seized both your wrists, holding them above your head as he’s laughing. “h-hey—itoshi rin!”

“i’ll let go if you promise not to pay me back.”

“but it's your birthday! i can't let you do that!”

“because it’s my birthday, i can do whatever i want. so please,” rin said as he lowered your wrists. “let me pay. i know you’ve worked hard for the money you have now.”

“but so have you.”

“i know, but this is different. i don’t have college fees to pay for—you do.”

rin’s grip on your wrists loosened a bit as you let out another sigh. “now i feel indebted to you.”

“you’re not though. there’s no need for you to feel that way.”

you suddenly fell quiet, and it almost seemed like you were mustering up some courage to look into his eyes. “i-i mean, i have one more gift for you.”

“you do?”

“yeah,” you muttered, averting your gaze from him momentarily. “if you don’t like it, you can throw it away. i won’t be hurt.”

rin nodded his head as he looked around the kitchen, searching for an item that perhaps resembled a wrapped gift. “alright. where is it?”

“shut your eyes.”

as rin closed his eyes, he’s thinking of potential gifts that you could have gotten for him. a new pair of soccer boots? or maybe a new coat for the coming winter since you’ve mentioned previously that you liked it most when rin wore bla—

the last thing he could have ever thought of as your gift was a kiss from you; the taste of faux strawberries is what he’s greeted with when you pressed your lips against his.

and when you’re about to pull away, rin only leaned in closer, catching your lips to kiss them once again.

except this time round, you could taste the fervour he’s kept from you all this time.

his hands shyly rested on the sides of your waist, and rin supposed you could already tell he’s been yearning for your affection by how violently each his heart was beating.

rin could still taste the bitter notes of the champagne that lingered from dinner, and while he’s drowning in the dainty sweetness of your perfume, your fingertips seared the skin on his neck.

nothing beyond the walls of your apartment seemed to matter right now—especially not when rin’s savouring every second of your gift with every fibre of his being.

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #EW #WHAT DID I JUST WRITE EW #anw goodnight i am sleeping now #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #rin x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin imagines #rin itoshi imagines

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tags. osamu x gn!reader, 715 wc, fluff, characters are 21 here, reader is called “pretty” + “beautiful”, established relationship, not a proposal but a promise :(, hand kissing, inspired by “lover” by ts, self-indulgent lmao.

“i’ve loved you three summers now, honey...

sharp, warm lights from shop windows casts over osamu’s features, embellishing his good looks, and reminding you that dating miya osamu is equivalent to winning a jackpot.

you’re not exactly sure what he’s talking about (something about how wasted atsumu got last weekend) since all you’ve been doing for the past four minutes was shamelessly gaping at your boyfriend, heart fluttering when he glances at you between every few sentences.

you’re glad that you haven’t tripped yet, considering that walking on the streets of kobe at night with only your boyfriend’s face in your line of sight is dangerous.

just an iota of his effort is dedicated towards his skin (he only uses a face wash and a moisturiser upon your command), yet it’s devoid of any blemishes, resembling a fresh canvas after the protective film of flimsy plastic has been ripped off. there are faint smile lines adorning the skin above his lips—a product from his breathy chuckles when he recited what atsumu said when he was drunk.

the grey dye has made its disappearance long ago, with his dark locks seeming a little damaged. it’s somewhat coarse to the touch, but still soft when you run your hands through it. his hair has grown a tad longer, and osamu’s been mentioning how he has to soon pay the local hairdresser a visit, but honestly, you prefer it this length.

but whether he decides to cut it or not, he’ll still be the most handsome in your eyes.

“you’ve been starin’ for a while now.”

osamu’s statement catches you in a bit of a surprise as his fingers fall between yours. followed by a boyish smirk, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“i know. couldn’t help myself—you’re just too good-looking,” you playfully remarked, nudging his arm with yours. it’s a statement of truth though—there are still moments where you’re in the shower, wondering just how much luck it required you to turn osamu into an utterly lovesick fool for you when he has a band of lovestruck girls (they’ve given him shy confession letters and heart-shaped cookies made with the fervour of having a crush) to choose from.

“i am good-looking, but i could never compete with you, baby,” he says, inching his face closer to yours before pulling away to finish his sentence. “you’re just as pretty as sunsets.”

osamu’s beauty is celestial—while atsumu’s visuals mimics the sun, summer afternoons and orange fireworks in the vast night, osamu’s features are like the stars and the moon on a good night; never standing out, but when you lay your eyes upon it, it’s breathtaking.

just as you were about to speak, osamu begins drawing irregular circles on your skin with his thumb. “if you’re this pretty now, imagine how beautiful you’d be in a nice wedding dress. and holdin’ a bouquet of roses (the only kind of flower he knows) or somethin’.”

furrowing your brows with warmed cheeks, you failed to bite back your smile. “wedding dress?”

“yeah. i wanna get married to you someday,” he says, sounding too casual about something as serious as marriage. osamu looks down at you—his smile doesn’t fade, but in fact, it grows. and you know he’s not joking with just a single look in his eyes.

“but what if someone better comes along?”

the expression on osamu’s face is enough to let you know that he’s almost offended that you brought up the idea of someone else, with them being even better than you (not possible in osamu’s world).

“i don’t want anyone else. i want you.” there’s sincerity behind his grin as he brings your intertwined hands to his lips, sealing his proclamation with a firm kiss. “and i hope you want me too.”

with three years behind the two of you, you’ve come to learn that osamu’s passions are ceaseless. even though he’s given up a path to success in professional volleyball, he still plays it on weekends, and his innocent, child-like love for food has developed into a lifelong career that he enjoys.

and of course, he’s passionate about devoting himself to you, and always will be, for every ounce of his love courses through his veins, never running out because it’s for you.

“i think i’ll always want you, ‘samu.”

(it’s definitely not just his good looks that remind you that you’ve won a jackpot by dating him.)

...but i want ‘em all.”

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #i wrote this at 2 in the morning lol AND IN ONE SITTING #osami IS my lover fr #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya osamu #osamu miya #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines

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tags. just 676 words of me obsessing over miya osamu bc GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH- (samu i can be ur gf ily), not proofread this is a product of my delusions

no because i cannot get osamu x childhood best friends trope out of my head.

imagine being neighbors with the miya twins and you've always hung out with them after school each day. when you were younger, the nearby park would be your ideal place to play at, and if you were lucky to have kept coins in the pockets of your school bag, you and the twins would pay a brief visit to the convenience store to buy yourselves ice creams despite weather conditions. osamu was usually the one with the extra coins.

when the twins began playing volleyball, the ball was glued to their sides. they brought it everywhere with them, and if you felt somewhat nice that day, you practised with them with your half-assed spikes and receives out in the park. atsumu used to complain about how shit your sets were, and in return you retaliated against him with an insult, particularly how he was publically rejected in third grade by the girl he liked.

when you reached middle school, you began to view atsumu in a different light. he was cocky for sure, but you saw that he was hard working when it came to his goals. perhaps it was the effects on puberty, but you purposely wore pink tinted lip balms, knowing that atsumu liked it when girls wore a bit of light makeup. this crush only lasted around three months, and you had physically cringed when you reflected back on your attitude towards atsumu during that time. after your crush on atsumu, you established that the twins were simply brother-like figures who were often a pain in the ass, yet they were the reason why you laughed every day.

in your second year of high school, your relationship with the miya twins slightly altered. while you three were bickering at any given moment, you've all matured in some aspect. the twins were no longer caught up in daily shenanigans at school, and they were working hard for their volleyball dreams. you walked home alone most days now, and while you admitted that it was lonelier, you were glad to see your best friends pursue and perfect their favorite sport.

but in the last few months of your second year, you noticed that osamu was... different. something about him changed — you weren't sure what it was, but you were certain that he texted you a lot more. even though your families lived one house apart, you received text messages from him every day after he walked you home, and on days where you texted him first, he almost instantly replies. most nights, he had asked if he could call you (you said yes most of the time), often beginning your conversations with the topic of your favorite anime, or your favorite musician.

soon after, you began to notice how his staring prolonged whenever you were talking to him and his brother. osamu offered to take your bag when the three of you hung out after school; he was buying drinks for you during break because he knew you particularly liked this drink; he was the first to offer you a hug when you felt down; and there were moments where he suggested romance between you and him, only to finish his hypothetical scenarios with a "for example, of course" at the end.

for the first time, you doubted the way you perceived osamu. it felt wrong for you to just call him a "brotherly figure", because you would be lying to yourself if you denied the way your heart would beat a bit faster when he was around. you would be lying to yourself if you denied the way you grew flustered when he walked you home with his small umbrella because you've forgotten yours. you would be lying to yourself if you denied the way butterflies roused in your stomach when his finger grazed over yours, with your skin tingling at the accidental touch of your hands.

and for the first time, you wondered what it'd feel like to kiss your best friend, osamu.

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu #osamu miya #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH LIKE HES A NEED PLS

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˚₊‧୨୧˚ TASTES LIKE VANILLA !

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: you and reo’s second anniversary is coming up, and he makes an attempt to bake you a cake.

tags. reo x gn!reader, 2050 wc, pure fluff, established relationship, mentions of food, reo and reader are aged up, use of profanities, not rly proofread bc i wanted to finish this to get it out of my drafts lol, forgive me if any grammatical mistakes, i love reo.

there were a few reasons why mikage reo always bought gifts rather than making them.

firstly, he’s the literal heir of mikage corporation—the company is an insanely fierce competitor in the japanese and global markets, with sales that regularly skyrocket up and rarely ever drop. the mikage family had billions of yen sitting in the vault of their bank account; hence, reo never had to personally make something from scratch because he could afford anything with the millions that he carried, coming in the form of a black credit card that was wonderfully polished and only obtainable by the ultra rich.

secondly, reo was absolutely shit at cooking and activities alike. with the reputation that he was the physical embodiment of perfection, his peers in his extensive social network had established it in their heads that the nineteen-year-old excelled in everything—calculus, japanese literature, soccer, flirting—you name it, he’s good at it. on the contrary, he wasn't good at everything (obviously). it was on one regular afternoon (when reo was still in high school), all the students in hakuho discovered a flaw in mikage reo—his culinary skills was fantastically terrible. somehow, nagi’s plate of half-assed grilled mackerel looked relatively decent when it was placed next to reo’s fully burned tamagoyaki that could not be salvaged.

which was why, since two years ago, all the gifts you’ve received from your beloved boyfriend, were all strictly bought from high-end quality stores, because he knew you deserved the best of the best, and because he supposed that it made up for his inability to make you a meal like other boyfriends do.

as your second anniversary approached the corner, reo’s mind was busy browsing through the gallery of ideas he had for your date. a surprise week-long trip to milan? or would you prefer the romantic ambience of athens more?

he was stumped, and his social media page was, as expected, unhelpful. his feed was teeming with posts of couples surprising each other with the simplest things that had little merit, like a new bottle of perfume, and these things could never succeed as a candidate for reo’s anniversary gift for you. it was simply not enough for someone like you—if it was possible, reo would have liked to purchase every single constellation known to astronomers, just so he can remind you that his love for you was as expansive and immeasurable as the universe.

but two evenings ago, reo was left baffled when he saw you giggling at your phone, hands covering your mouth and everything.

“honey, are you okay?” he asked, eyebrows raised as he approached your figure, leaning in to see just what exactly elicited such a dramatic reaction from you. when you passed him your phone, reo gave you a confused look.

“her boyfriend baked her a lunchbox cake! see—it’s so cute, and you can obviously tell he put a lot of love and effort into this!” you exhaled, looking up at the ceiling with your hand on your heart. “doesn’t this just give you butterflies?”

“i mean, i guess it’s cute. but it’s such a little thing—why are you so giggly about it? there’s nothing special about it.”

if the boyfriend had baked a cake that held eight tiers, then reo would be impressed. except, this cake had a measly diameter of four inches (he thought there was no ‘wow’ factor in this).

you shook your head as you propped yourself up on this lounge. “it is special! it’s from her boyfriend, so she’d obviously be appreciative of it! plus, it’s not about how expensive or exquisite his gift is. the fact that he took time out of his day to bake his girlfriend a cake is really thoughtful and cute. if you were to bake a cake for me, i’d honestly be over the moon.”

reo’s ears perked up at your hypothetical scenario. “really? wouldn’t you prefer a vacation or something as a gift?”

a laugh slipped from your lips as you turned off your phone. “to be honest reo, if we stayed at home in our pyjamas and shared a tub of ice cream together, i’d be just as happy.”

and since that day, reo has been determined to bake you a cake as your anniversary gift. since he was still worried that a cake would be of too little value, he had completed his shopping for your other gifts a couple days ago—a new pair of diamond earrings that were ridiculously overpriced and a designer-branded coat because winter was approaching—plus a reservation made under his name for a dimly lit dinner at a luxurious restaurant that owned shelves of delicately tasting champagnes.

he had returned home particularly early today, making sure that it was at a time where you were still at work, busy wiping down tables and serving coffees and teas for six hours straight. reo dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen island, with their contents on the verge of spilling out because, once again, he had bought more than what was necessary. for a single cake that was not going to be larger than a regular dinner plate, he had bought two packs of flour, two dozens of eggs, three cartons of milk, four bottles of thickened cream, and a collection of other materials.

in all honesty, the reason he went overboard with the ingredients was because he was prepared to face some legitimate baking failure. if he couldn’t even cook rice without turning it into a gruel-like texture, then he definitely couldn’t bake a dainty cake that needed to be edible and pleasing to the eye.

reo, as the son of a japanese billionaire who could obtain anything with the mere reach of his fingertips, would have never thought that he would be standing behind the kitchen counter in you and his shared home, tilting his head at an online recipe for a vanilla sponge cake that was to be made for his dearest, you.

as reo tied his hair up, he scanned through the recipe, smiling at how easy this seemed.

this could work, he thought as he grabbed out the ingredients. with a large bowl placed atop the scales, reo ripped open the packet of flour, pouring the appropriate amount over the sieve before he set it aside. he then added the remaining dry ingredients (baking powder, baking soda, and salt) into the bowl before stepping back, smiling at how smoothly things were going.

“[name]’s gonna love this,” reo hummed in delight, with a smirk that could cost a million yen. “i’m the best boyfriend.”

and as he continued to diligently follow the steps outlined on the website, his excitement was growing taller and taller by the moment. ideally, he hoped to present you with a cake that was perfect to the point where no other cake could compete with his. but reo was an ambitious man—he was too hopeful with this.

‘fuck’ was the first thing that came out of his mouth when reo knocked over the contents of his bowl. he frowned at the flour particles that flew into the air, and reo let out an exasperated sigh at the spill. it didn’t take him long to recover from the minor annoyance he felt as he wiped down the counter with a wet cloth, and swept away the remaining flour that was on the floor.

this was bound to take him a while.

three hours have passed since he commenced his baking debut, and the disappointment was blatantly expressed in reo’s facial expression.

on the kitchen counter of your apartment were four deformed sponge cakes that were either dry and burned, or somewhat undercooked. even with four cakes, neither of them was fit to be the cake that was supposed to be the ultimate gift that exudes nothing but delight from you, given your reaction towards the boyfriend’s cake in the video he watched.

you were going to return soon, and reo’s in trouble.

there was no humanly possible way that he could whip up a cake within fifteen minutes, let alone an hour.

after a single glance at the time that passed way too quickly, reo reached for his phone in his pocket. scrolling through his lengthy list of contacts, he hastily clicked on his attendant’s caller id. the pace of his heartbeat picked up, and reo’s impatience was conveyed through the tapping of his foot as he waited for ba-ya to pick up.

after what seemed like minutes (it was only eight seconds), reo was greeted by the familiar voice of his attendant. “young master reo? how may i help you?”

“ba-ya! i need you to run to the bakery and get a cake for me. preferably a smaller one, please—and i need it in a couple minutes,” reo instructed, a sigh escaping from his lips as he sat down on one of the high chairs. glancing over at his failed cakes, he grimaced. “it can be any flavour. just... make sure it looks nice.”

“of course, young master reo. i’ll bring it to your apartment within a couple minutes.” with that, the line was cut, and the apartment was silent again.

pulling the hair tie out of his hair, reo noticed that his apartment now had a distinctive scent of burnt cake. even if he were to hide the evidence of his fruitless attempts at baking a cake now, the odour was enough to let you know that in the past few hours, your boyfriend was caught up in some baking disaster.

and reo figured that you would probably get mad at how he’s made the whole apartment smell like a vanilla cake that was unfortunately burnt (literally).

ambling to turn on the ventilators in the kitchen, reo froze at the unwanted sound of your house keys jingling. at this moment, he was unable to move—it was almost like the soles of his shoes were glued to the floorboards. at this moment, as he watched the doorknob twist to the right, reo forfeited.

“reo? i'm ho— oh my god...”

the sound of your footsteps patted closer as a part of your cardigan peered from the wall. “why does it smell burnt here?”

innocently blinking at you, reo watched you enter the kitchen as he winced at your expression that clearly said ‘what the fuck happened in here?’. he quickly plastered a wide smile on his face. “baby! well, aren’t you early today?”

“reo, what happened—”

once your gaze averted to the counter, reo grabbed your hand. he carefully studied your face, expecting a scolding from you, but was pleasantly surprised when a smile broke from your lips. “w-wait, you’re smiling?”

soon after, you let out a string of laughter as you pulled your confused boyfriend into a soft embrace. “b-babe—”

“did you try to bake, reo?”

“i mean... yeah. it just failed horribly, though.”

your hands cupped reo's face as your grin widened. “i can tell. why else would we have four burned cakes on our kitchen counter?”

sheepishly rubbing his neck, reo nodded. “the other day, you said you’d be over the moon if i baked you a cake, so i tried. but as you can tell, i’m shit at this.”

you gently guided reo into your arms again as your giggles returned. “yeah, i agree. you are pretty bad at this.”

reo pulled away as he pouted. “sorry. and it was supposed to be one of my presents to you for our anniversary.”

“my love... don't be sorry! honestly, right now, i’m over the moon. the fact that you wanted to make my day by baking me a cake is a very sweet gesture, and i’m flattered.”

reo’s hands landed on your sides as you spoke. “these cakes show your hard work, and even if you weren’t successful, you still achieved your goal—i’m really happy right now. so thank you, reo.”

with a sweet kiss on his cheek, reo relished in your touch. “you’re welcome, my love. i’m glad that you’re happy.”

“great! now clean the kitchen.”

“what?”

“just kidding! i’ll clean with you.”

as the two of you wiped down the spills and crumbs on the kitchen counters, reo recounted his entire baking journey to you, forgetting that a new cake was on its way to your apartment.

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #bllk imagines #reo mikage #mikage reo #reo x reader #blue lock reo #bllk reo #reo imagines #reo fluff #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #the more i reread it the more i dont like this #i dont want a bf if hes not like reo

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yoisami · 9 months

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˚₊‧୨୧˚ LATE NIGHT STUDIES ⋆.

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: this is for my fellow sleep deprived students and i :D and i just wanna get my life together but clearly it's not happening so

tags. various blue lock x gn!reader, fluff, 430 wc, written in like 20-30 mins so like this is v low effort lol

encourages you to go sleep. he's definitely an advocate for sleep and its benefits for the brain, especially memory, and you're low-key tired of him ramble on about how vital sleep is. while your academic validation is keeping you awake and productive at the ungodly hour of two in the morning, your boyfriend is clutching onto your shoulders, shaking you gently as he urges you to sleep. he can tell that you're beginning to grow sleepy, but as you fight the yawns away, he's scrunching his face at you as he tries to pull you out of your chair, and into your shared bed.

"baby, don't worry about it now. you can do some more tomorrow when you're more energised. let's go sleep now, okay?"

— ISAGI, barou, yukimiya (hear me out), KARASU

stays up with you. he figures that he'd only end up feeling somewhat lonely without your presence beside him in bed, so he pulls a chair beside you and watches you study while he's on his phone. every once in a while, he'd peck your cheek as he reminds you that you're doing really well, and to return the affection, you play with his hands as you're reading the text. he knows not to distract you as you're studying, so he quietly sits there and patiently waits for you to finish and to bury yourself in his embrace.

"well done, [name]. i'm proud of you for doing so much today, even though you're obviously tired."

— CHIGIRI, rin, SAE, hiori

gives you customer service. you're thirsty? he's already making you a drink to quench your thirst. your hand is cramping from writing? he immediately takes your hand and massages it diligently. while he already expressed his love for you by doing basic things for you on a daily basis, it's during your late night study sessions that he does even more for you. he puts on hair clips in your hair knowing that you'd get pissed when this strand of hair keeps falling out, and he's feeding you your favorite snack as you're profusely writing down answers.

"honey, do you want more water? i'll get you a glass — you're probably thirsty from reading out loud so much..."

— KUNIGAMI, reo, zantetsu, GAGAMARU

sleeps. look — he genuinely loves you to the moon and back, but he also needs his rest. if he knows he's a loud snorer, he makes sure to sleep in another room so that he doesn't annoy you. you're guaranteed plenty of kisses tomorrow morning when he praises you for your hard work.

"i'm gonna sleep now, baby. join me soon, mm 'kay? i love you."

— NAGI, bachira, otoya, KAISER, shidou

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yoisami · 5 months

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tags. nanami kento x gn!reader, comfort, 0.7k wc, i wrote this with a broken heart and a mind full of nanami thoughts so to be honest i don’t know where this went at the end lmfao

the weather is hot.

perspiration decorates his forehead and neck, glittering beneath the malaysian sun. it cascades down his skin, shining like priceless jewels, before nanami wipes it away in one movement with his handkerchief—the one that you awkwardly stitched white hearts onto. his collar is unbuttoned, acting as a preview of his painfully defined clavicle, but it’s not enough to relieve nanami from this heat.

the heat isn’t terrible, but it’s not too pleasant either. though the sound of the choiring waves on his left is somewhat refreshing to him. the cerulean ocean is truly a sight to behold, and it’s what he’s always adored to see in his lifetime. the wind gestures for the tree leaves to dance, and like ballerinas, they’re twirling to a song played by a distant pianist. nanami shuts his eyes as the breeze kisses his fatigue away, and he’s smiling because he can now rest.

he’s been expecting this day for some time now. this is closure to his life of suffering; this is praise that lets him know he’s served his role as a jujutsu sorcerer exceptionally well; and this is the introduction to his new life—one that allows him to do everything slowly.

but nanami misses you.

you’re most likely at home, folding all the fresh laundry away before heading to bed. you have a habit of sleeping late, and even though nanami’s been with you for five years now, this habit has never been rectified.

maybe you’re nuzzling into the apartment’s armchair, waiting for him to return home because the bed would be cold without his warmth, or maybe you’re watching the clock, witnessing the numerous disappearances of many minutes because the span of their existence was meant to be short. but tonight, unlike every other evening you’ve spent in you and nanami’s shared apartment, you’ll be watching the clock for a very long time.

regret clutches onto his heartstring—nanami wishes he could have at least said goodbye to you.

“goodbye? who’re you saying goodbye to?”

his eyes snap open instantly upon recognising your voice. why are you here? is this a trick crafted by his mind? is he hallucinating?

your fingers encircle his wrist, and he reckons that your touch feels a little too real—a little too familiar. nanami turns his head, and your smile greets him first.

he examines you for a short while, his eyes jumping from one place to another. there’s a delicate crease near your eye when your smile grows a little wider, the freckle on your arm is in the same place, and the thin wound on your finger from yesterday’s papercut is still present.

for some reason that he doesn’t understand, you’re really here in this place with him. in a pair of beach shorts and a random, oversized t-shirt that nanami owns, you’re standing beside him as if you’re supposed to be here.

“no one,” he whispers, lips curving upward. “i’m really tired.”

when you respond to him with a soft hum, nanami steps closer to you. “you’ve worked hard, kento.”

it doesn’t take you more than two seconds to motion your lover into your space, welcoming him into your outstretched arms. he chuckles silently to himself before he invades your bubble, feeling your arm around his back. you carry the scent of laundry softener, and that successfully comforts all the nerves in his body as he leans into you.

nanami believes you’re a magician who makes him feel better simply with your touch. while magicians needed top hats and wands to cast their magic, all you ever needed were your hands. gently and rhythmically, you would pat his back to the beat of his heart, and nanami would be rejuvenated.

and you’re doing the same thing now—he’s smiling into your shoulder, hand moves down to your hip. “thank you.”

you lift your head up to face him. “what’s with this sudden wave of gratitude?”

in his life that was so short and in a world full of impurities, you selflessly loved him during every moment. he was always so busy in his life—fighting evil and protecting the innocent—that nanami wonders if he was able to return the love you gave in those past five years.

now that his mission is finally over, if he didn’t love you enough in the other world, nanami could simply love you more in this world.

“just felt like it.”

with you here with him, he can truly rest well now.

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #editing this and im just like #wtf did i write #idek what i wrote lmfao #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami imagines #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic

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