#but what would you do if you sae this in the street at night

[saerins]

─── 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄

+ sae x f!reader | wc 4.9k | content: angst, fluff, some making out, implied sex, stupid teenager phase

notes: sobs this was not supposed to be this long … one of y’all need to stop me from writing about this man !! i love him too much, pls send help </3 extra: this is the song playing in the last scene :’)

summary: sae has few interests, and one of them is you. but sometimes, being special just isn’t enough.

you’ve always been special.

ever since age three when your family moved across the street from where the itoshis lived. ever since age five when you finally gathered the courage to talk to the pair of brothers. ever since age six when sae invited you to play with him and rin. ever since age seven when you cried because someone bullied you at the playground and sae wiped away your tears. ever since age ten when both of you played with paper rings. ever since age eleven when you and sae would talk endlessly at night through the phone and get nagged at by your parents when they found out.

ever since age twelve when you told sae you’d watch him become the best soccer player in the world by his side.

your presence bleeds into sae’s life and he can’t think about anything without relating it to you; like how his breakfast tastes like ass when you’re not smearing your stupid peanut butter on it because apparently peanut better goes well with everything is your phase at that point of time. like how he’s walking home and he’ll always have to crane his head to the right just to check if you’re on your front porch swing, because if you are, he’ll wave and then you’ll smile and wave back, and sae would feel like it’s a special code you two share.

you’re probably the only thing he pays his spare attention to. and rin. you, rin, soccer. that’s all.

you complain way too much, especially at the fact that sae doesn’t smile often. he counters, “that’s none of your business.”

and you tell him one day you’ll be the reason he smiles everyday.

sae thinks it’s kind of stupid though, because you already are. you just aren’t around to see it. he’ll probably never let you see it too. he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he did.

it isn’t long before you’re age fifteen and graduating middle school and you’re excited to start high school. it didn’t really make a difference for sae, as long as he got to play soccer, he really couldn’t care less.

when you’re age sixteen you tell sae that a boy from class broke your heart because he didn’t accept your valentines’ chocolates. it was as good as a rejection, apparently. or whatever girl code says it is.

frankly, sae’s just offended. you’ve never given him any valentines’ shit. all of a sudden some no name guy is getting it?

maybe it’s true what people say, teenage girls cry over stupid things they consider love that’s not actually love. now you’re getting his soccer jersey wet with your tears and you’re crooning on and on about how boys suck but somehow sae’s still the best.

you’re sixteen and crying on sae’s shoulder, while he’s seventeen and wishing he could torture the son of a bitch who made you cry.

this is the closest you’ve ever been, physically. your heart’s not really broken because whoever you’re crying about has never really had it. but sae doesn’t know that.

teenage girls make really stupid decisions sometimes. and other times, they making stupid passing comments, like when you say “glad i didn’t let him kiss me. would suck for my first kiss to be with a dick who didn’t give a shit about me.”

sometimes teenage boys make stupid decisions too.

sae doesn’t really know what possesses him to do this, but he doesn’t stop it. he doesn’t stop his hand from reaching out to you, doesn’t stop his fingers from tilting your chin up. there’s only confusion in your eyes when he looks into them. there’s only hesitation in his.

sae’s not anything to you except for a childhood friend, and you’re not anything to him, except for one of the most beautiful people he’s ever met. that’s why he does this slowly, so you have time to stop this.

he has no right to do this. he wishes you would just stop him.

you’re both teenagers when sae becomes your first kiss, when your tears stain his cheeks and he tastes like the fruits he just ate. you’re both delirious off of the feeling, like neither of you want this to end because your lips stay connected even when you’re not moving, and your lashes are fluttering against one another’s and sae really wants to kiss you again.

but it’s late and your parents are probably the ones knocking on his door right now so he stops himself and pulls away while rin bounds down the stairs to open the door.

sae sees nothing but you, you and your pretty face and your pretty lips and your perfect perfect person.

“there, now your first kiss is with a dick who does care about you.”

it’s that same summer and you’ve forgotten all about the stupid boy that supposedly broke your heart. you have sae with you whenever he’s free, when he decides to bring you out after practice and explore rooftops to find the best view for the fireworks.

you’re not together, but it sure feels like you are.

then it’s autumn and the leaves are turning orange and red, and you swear you see sae’s cheeks and ears turn nearly the same shade when he holds your hand for the first time as you walk through the park, a white cat crossing in front of you.

sae blames it on his practice earlier and that he’s tired because there’s no way he’ll ever admit it’s because of you.

when winter comes, sae’s still taking care of you. nothing stops him from playing soccer, but nothing can stop him from finding you either. sae’s starting to regret his decisions when you force him to go ice skating and look at him expectantly whenever you see a mistletoe.

you’re a lot of work, maybe you’re worth it.

and then you kiss him again and he thinks yes, maybe he can do this. he can juggle soccer and you, it’ll magically work out.

finally it’s spring and you’re excited because you love the cherry blossoms, and sae thinks maybe he loves something else but he’s not going to go there yet. and while everyone’s watching the solar eclipse that one night, sae’s watching you.

for once, he wants to believe in superstitions, wants to believe what watching the solar eclipse means.

“what’s the matter?”

you’re always so perceptive. you’d make a great playmaker, he feels.

of course you pick up on the tension, barely a minute after you walk into his room. sae doesn’t want to ruin this, whatever this is, whether it’s love or something less, or maybe something more.

but it’s not a democracy, and the answer is crystal clear in sae’s mind. his answer’s always been the same, but it’s not like you don’t exist in his world.

“the club in spain gave me an offer.”

that’s all he needs to say to make you understand. and if you weren’t the most understanding person he knows, you might’ve reacted differently, but you’re still the same supportive, kind girl he met at age four.

“when do you go?” your voice is shaky and he knows you’re trying to hold it together.

sae’s sorry, really.

“next month.”

it’s not a lot of time, but probably enough to say goodbye. then you throw your arms around him and you work your magic, you say you want to try despite the distance, despite the unknown timeline. and who is sae if not someone who’d give it a try?

he’s not even sure he can ever say no to you.

it doesn’t seem real until the night before he leaves, because you’re eighteen and standing in his near barren room, everything already packed into boxes and loaded.

maybe it’s the fact he’ll be gone for a very long time, doesn’t know when he’ll see you again. maybe it’s the adrenaline rushing through his veins when he feels you pressed up against him. maybe it’s the fact he’s denying the depth of his feelings for you and it’s getting him frustrated.

or maybe it’s because he’s selfish and he doesn’t want anyone else to have you, just like how he gave you your first kiss.

he’s your first kiss, and he’ll be your first time, with your hands clawing at his clothes. and you’ll be his, with the way he’s grabbing onto your bare back so desperately.

you’re eighteen and you think nothing’s prettier than the sounds sae makes, especially when his lips are right next to your ear, with his hot breath fanning against you.

sae’s nineteen and he thinks you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, in all sense of the word. he thinks you look pretty in pink, still pretty when you wear nothing too.

and suddenly sae thinks that maybe it doesn’t feel so crazy to think that the both of you might make it through this.

long distance can work for some people. but sometimes it’s just meant to drive two people further away.

sae’s gaining momentum in europe, and you’re proud of him. you’re proud of your boyfriend, doing his best and showing off his talents and having his hard work pay off.

you’re really, genuinely happy for him. but the bigger of a star he is, the further away he feels, and maybe it’s selfish of you to want him here, to want him to be just your neighbour itoshi sae like how things started out.

maybe it’s selfish and wishful thinking, but you can’t help yourself.

sometimes sae doesn’t even have time to look at his phone. he’s tired and overwhelmed and understandably too. and you feel guilty everytime you subject him to your insecurities.

but you’re nineteen and you don’t know better.

rin’s not much fun to hang around with, especially when he got more stoic and awkward. he’s like a mirror of his brother, and that may fool a lot of people, except you knew him before that. but you’re not going to butt your head in things that don’t concern you, so you leave him be.

and suddenly the itoshis seem further away than they’ve ever been. for the first time in your life, you’re not sure if trying will be enough anymore.

sae misses you. that’s whenever he has the free time to think, when he’s not hounded by trainings after trainings, when he’s not busy from day to night with whatever new training regime they’ve got him on.

is he aware that he��s probably being the world’s worst boyfriend now? yes. but sae can’t force himself to choose that over his dreams. can’t force himself not to choose soccer.

[17:08] she’s fine, idk what you’re worried about.

rin’s message doesn’t alleviate his worries. sae knows you better than anyone, and he doesn’t believe you’re fine.

[08:08] hey sae :)

[17:34] going to bed now, gn!! &lt;3

sae stares at your message for a while in the locker room, while everyone else is showering. you’ve cooled off on the pet names, you’re worried you’re overstepping. you’re worried he’s lost his feelings.

he’s not.

he’d be crazy to.

but he can’t find the energy to convince himself that this would turn out fine. he can’t convince himself that he’s not hurting you every single day by not being able to be everything you need, by not being able to be physically there for you.

this half-assed relationship isn’t what you deserve. and where he is right now, with his bird’s eye view of the world, he doesn’t know if he can ever give you anything else.

[17:49] goodnight. call you tomorrow.

the moment sae breaks up with you, you feel like that kid at sixteen all over again, except this time you don’t have your favourite person’s shoulder to cry on and this time it’s actually love.

all you can think of when you hear him pick up the phone is that morning right before he left for the airport, how his hair’s a mess and how his lashes are way too pretty and how he sounded when he’s all groggy and tired.

but then he tells you the one thing you do not want to hear, and the illusion is shattered into pieces.

“this isn’t working out.”

“what are you talking about?” he’s silent, and you’re anxious. “we’re fine, sae.”

you can hear him sighing over the phone. you so desperately want to fix this, and so does sae but he can’t think of anything more selfish than to ask you to wait for him until he’s ready—he knows what’s the right thing to do. it sucks, but he’s made up his mind.

“that’s bullshit, y/n,” he responds, calmly, and you feel him slipping further and further from you.

“i- look, i-i know it’s hard but we can—”

“give it a break, woman,” sae chuckles, low and deep, and you’re beginning to doubt that you know him at all right now. “we’re done.”

the dial tone is all you can hear after that.

twenty years old is where you have your first actual heartbreak.

and all that talk about how time heals all feels like bullshit when you’re right in the middle of it all. five days in and you’re still a wreck. twenty days later and you’re still staring at the pictures you and sae took together. a month passes and you’re visiting the places you went to together. just a sad, pathetic girl crying on the benches, reliving what she once had.

three months later you’re still watching his matches on tv. you’re still cheering for him inside. four months later and it’s sae’s birthday and he doesn’t even respond to your birthday message. half a year after the breakup and you finally stop crying when you think of him.

but it’s easy to delude yourself when you’re not in the presence of what you grieve. because eight months after you broke up, you see reports that sae’s dating a sports photographer. the next few days, a picture is released of them kissing in a restaurant.

then you get glimpses of other girls being able to be intimate with him. other girls getting to taste his lips and feel his love. other girls getting his attention when that right used to solely belong to you.

and you’ve never felt worse.

“why so glum?”

sae blinks at the woman, indifferent. he can’t even remember her name.

“nadia,” she says, like she’s reading his goddamn mind, holding her hand out. “i’ve been your team’s photographer for a few months now.”

sae shakes her hand out of courtesy because he really doesn’t want his publicist to chew him out again. “didn’t ask.”

“you know, you’re a lot more crabby these days,” she comments, and it’s like he can see the lightbulb going off in her head. “oh, is it girlfriend issues?”

“i don’t have one, so shut it.”

“come on, i promise i’m good at making people forget.” she says this so seductively that sae’s a little disturbed. he just wants to get this shoot done with and go home, maybe even check up on you a little. all in incognito mode, of course, because he can’t risk you knowing he still cares. can’t risk getting your hopes up.

somehow the stars have spent all their time aligning sae’s soccer career and everything else is in tatters because his publicist forces him to take nadia up on her offer and go out with her.

what was supposed to be a one time thing turned out to be something more. she wasn’t even close to you, but she could be close. turns out when he’s not being such a dick, nadia can be moderately interesting.

different, maybe that’s what he needs.

he thinks back to when she kissed him on their first date. sae still finds himself hoping you didn’t see that.

but no, he’s not in love with you anymore. sae’s officially an adult at twenty-one and he’s still the same stubborn guy in denial because he’s looking at pictures of you while nadia’s sitting right next to him.

it’s not healthy, it really isn’t.

you’re twenty-one now and you’re actually going on a date with the sole intention of trying to get over the one and only itoshi sae.

can you even trust your friend? all you know is that the guy is a friend of a best friend’s and that’s all she told you.

“my best friend’s a good guy, so by extension, so is his best friend,” was all she said.

now you’re here, at the amusement park, waiting for your date to show himself because apparently, in your friend’s bid for suspense, she was reluctant to share anything about him except that he’s dreamy and pretty and that his friend describes him as a genius.

and also “oh, he’s a soccer player too so that’s right up your alley, right?”

when the call from date guy comes in (because to stop you from profiling your date she also didn’t give you his name), you kind of like his voice.

“hey, where are you?”

you find out his name is nagi. and that he’s only here because reo stole his switch and he won’t give it back until the date’s over. which kind of works because you tell him you’re only here because you wanted to get over someone.

to which he says it’s a hassle.

there’s nothing you expect out of this, but then you find yourself enjoying your date.

it’s clear by the first fifteen minutes why nagi chose this place to meet. he’s absurdly good at games. he’s won you tons of plushies that you had to give away to some very happy kids. it’s a pattern; every game that he doesn’t know, he only loses once and then he proceeds to dominate.

no wonder his friend calls him a genius.

with nagi it’s easy, fluid. you’ve been spending the whole night there with him, playing together and eating together—well, mostly it’s just you feeding nagi because it turns out he finds a lot of things a hassle.

three days later, you find out that apparently you’re not a hassle in his books. not really, because he asks you out again.

it’s irrational.

sae shouldn’t be this bothered, but he is. he hates seeing your stupid updates about how you’re on a date with this nagi guy. he hates seeing your posts with the two of you wearing matching sweaters for christmas.

he gives it a like.

nadia’s already gone. sae doesn’t have time or energy to waste on people that don’t matter. and you shouldn’t matter. not right now. but here he is, wishing the circumstances were different.

if you and nadia switched places. if you had something to bring you to spain. it’s fucking selfish, he knows. doesn’t stop him from wishing for it. he can’t think of anyone else like how he thinks of you. doesn’t want to.

he really is clueless about everything outside of soccer, because he’s twenty-two when he realises that no one could ever make him forget about you, and maybe he should just live with it.

sae turns twenty-three when he’s in the running for being the world’s best midfielder. he’s gotten rid of the hopes of moving on and he’ll just fake it till he makes it.

maybe that’s why this year is particularly special to him. or maybe it’s because for the first time in a long while, you wish him happy birthday.

at midnight, in japan. because you’re thoughtful that way.

this time he responds.

thanks. how r u?

it’s criminal how easy it is for you to get his heart beating like this. he sees you typing and it’s enough to lift his mood.

great, school’s kicking my ass though.

sae finds himself wishing that he could hear your voice right now. for some stupidly non-complex reason that he finds completely absurd.

i saw your match last week, good game, genius.

fuck. after all this time, he still wants you.

his fingers type i miss you, just for the hell of it. just to see it there on his screen before he inevitably deletes it and replaces it with something mediocre like thanks or i know.

because he can’t just say that after being the one who broke things off. he can’t do that when he still thinks it won’t work out.

all he does is sigh and hit the delete button—except fuck, he accidentally hit send. and he would’ve deleted it if you weren’t already online and read it and he sees you typing for a moment before you stop completely and go offline.

sae has never felt more numb.

it’s been three months since sae said he missed you. you still can’t get that out of your head. the most upfront he’s been about his feelings and he chooses then of all times to be honest?

when your boyfriend was right beside you?

maybe it was your fault. you didn’t even know why you wished him a happy birthday. maybe you missed him too and was just lying to yourself.

god, maybe you’re the asshole in this after all. did you really love nagi? or was he just exceptionally well at making you forget? you really really like him, that’s all you know.

“hey, what’s wrong?” nagi’s looking at you, pushing his hair back, and you can’t help but think you’re lucky to have him these past few months.

but the turmoil inside you wins, and maybe you understand a little bit of how sae felt that night when he broke up with you.

it’s not fair to nagi for you to do this, but it’s not fair to him either to keep him around.

“we need to talk.”

it’s a surreal feeling, to be back in japan.

sae was nineteen when he left. now he’s twenty-seven when he breathes the tokyo air again. he lugs around his carry-on baggage because he’s not staying here for long. not yet. he’s coming back soon, and he doesn’t really know why. he’s milked everything he could from spain, from the rest of europe, some of the americas, and maybe he’s homesick now.

plain and simple.

the cab driver asks him why he looks so sharp, and he simply says, “wedding.”

it’s been seven years since he broke up with you. and your grip on him is as firm as ever. a grip he’ll never let you know you have on him because he’s made this mistake before—said i miss you and then scared you away.

by the next day he couldn’t even find you online because everything is wiped and maybe you hate him, hate his guts. that’s fine. he can live with that.

to him, you’re still the same lovable person as you were at age five. still the same girl at age sixteen that he fell in love with. you’re still his person and it’s fine if he has to just admire you from afar.

when he arrives, he takes a long hard look around the room, filled with guests socialising and drinking their wines and it’s so pathetic but he’s wondering if you’re still around. he’s late, and it’s his plane’s fault but it’s no use playing the blame game.

“hey,” rin calls out when he sees his brother. “you missed the ceremony.”

“yeah, stupid plane got delayed,” sae says, mind still distracted.

rin formally introduces his new wife to sae and she seems nice, polite, the kind that can put his brother in his place if she needs to. that’s nice. sae can’t help envisioning you in the wedding dress though. you’d look nice.

nicer if he was the one beside you.

“oh! as a gift to my now brother-in-law, i have a friend i want to set you up with,” she grins, and as much of an ass that sae is, he just figures he’ll reject the poor girl later. for now, he’ll entertain his new sister-in-law.

rin claps him on the shoulder before smirking and walking off, presumably to get a drink because no matter how much rin has changed, sae doubts he’ll ever become friendly enough to mingle in this crowd.

sae feels someone poking his shoulder and turns around, first to find his sister-in-law grinning from ear to ear, and next to find you next to her, just like he remembers.

pretty in pink, stupid bashful smile, still fucking beautiful.

“have fun,” rin’s wife says before she walks off with a knowing look. she’s already winning points with sae for bringing you to him.

“hey, genius,” you try to suppress your smile but it’s not working.

he thinks he’s dreaming. he’s not. he’s here. and so are you. and this might just be what he missed all this time.

you hold your hand out and he takes it wordlessly, obediently. sae follows you to the dance floor, trying to calm his erratic heartbeats, savouring the feeling of your hand in his once again, remembering that moment back in autumn when he first felt it.

when you wrap your hands around his neck and he wraps his around your waist, it feels like finally, something is real. like there’s something in this country that can really keep him here this time. because now he’s twenty-seven and he finally understands, he’s always loved you but he’s never been ready until now.

“can’t believe you let your brother get married before you,” you say, sarcasm because you’re breaking into a grin. “he actually beat you at something.”

sae pouts slightly, averting his gaze. “what’s the big deal anyway?”

you shrug. “i’d have thought you’d be the first. maybe with one of the girls you met abroad or something.”

there’s a certain bitterness in your tone that he likes, only because it means you minded all this time. the thought of him with someone else. he suddenly remembers something, and searches the room for a familiar face.

gray eyes meet his teal ones before they turn away, disinterested.

“you sure your boyfriend won’t mind you dancing with your ex?”

“probably not, since i don’t have one.” you smirk, sensing the bitterness in his tone too. it’s funny, seeing sae jealous like this.

he has no reason to though, since you broke up with nagi after being honest with yourself—that you’re not over sae and you probably never will be. you’d decided to just live with your decision.

“shame. thought you guys looked cute in those matching sweaters.”

so that was a jealous like, you think to yourself.

“thought you looked cute with that sports photographer girl too, kissing and all,” you say, though it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. “why didn’t that work out?”

for the first time in his life, sae decides to be outright honest with you—

“because she’s not you.” because everytime she said his name, he’d overlay it with your voice in his head. because everytime she’d tried to get close, he’d resent her more for not being you. because no matter how hard anyone tries, they will never be you and that will never work, not for sae.

—to a certain degree.

he’s twenty-seven when he’s finally old enough to understand that it was never a problem with feelings because he’s always loved you all the same all this time. it was just a matter of being ready at the right time. it’s like luck in the world of soccer, where coincidences can only fall to those who are prepared.

and he’s here now. he’s ready.

call him crazy for thinking you’re on the same page because you’re getting closer and closer and closer.

“itoshi sae,” you whisper his name against his lips and he’s reminded of the first time he had you. you drive him crazy and he thinks he’ll keep on letting you. “i missed you too.”

you did. you used to be too young and inexperienced to put yourself in sae’s shoes. too young and naive thinking emotions were enough for two people to stay. sometimes, some things just aren’t meant to be… in the moment. and other times, when you’re both ready, everything suddenly falls into place.

you were sixteen when sae first kissed you. now ten years later, ten years wiser, you kiss again, and this feels significantly better than before. because now you both know.

sae has known you ever since you were three. and he thinks he’ll keep on knowing you, every day, every hour, every minute. he wants to know you forever. and he’s thinking maybe that superstition worked out after all. maybe it was destined to be like this all along.

two people coming together and falling apart only to end up in each other’s arms.

and he thinks fuck superstition, fuck the white cats and solar eclipses and everything else. even if things threaten not to work, this time he’ll make it work.

sae’s known you for so long he overlooked one simple thing. when he kisses you even deeper and is greeted with your lips smiling against his, he knows.

he hasn’t become the world’s best soccer player yet, but when he does, you’ll be by his side.

one day those paper rings the both of you played with when you were little would be real.

you’ve always been special, and you always will be.

now he’s finally home.

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ACT 1, SCENE 3: blue lock headcanons

sae is into skincare: lotions, serums, the whole set. he and rin used to have self-care nights as children during which they would sit in bed with matching face masks and watch cartoons on the family tablet. if they were in a good mood, they would let you join.

barou listens to classical while working out. no joke. this man is so insanely focused he will shoot goals and play paganini at the same time. his work ethic is low-key why you were attracted to him the first place.

nagi is lazy to the point he will deliberately buy five pairs of the same exact pants just to save himself the trouble of having to choose an outfit in the morning. thank god for reo otherwise nagi would still be dressing like he just crawled out of bed. he still can't do much about his bedhead though.

rin desperately wanted to join sae in the deeper end of the community pool; however, he was deathly afraid of drowning. his only logical solution was to cover himself in pool floaties while he dipped a single toe into the water. even to this day, he still has traumatic memories of that experience. you need to hold his hand every time.

kaiser acts like his football prowess comes entirely from natural talent. in reality, he trains to an obsessive degree behind the scenes. you could come home at midnight, and he would still be there replaying every single highlight of his recent game. he is the type to keep detailed notes about all the players he went up against.

isagi likes to walk around his hometown of saitama and just observe the snapshots of life around him. whether it's a street vendor, children playing on a grass patch, or a couple in the sunset, he secretly enjoys these little vignettes of human experience. he would become sentimental when it comes to you. sometimes you have to pull his head out of the clouds.

nagi has parents who work overseas, so the most he sees of them is through video calls or holiday presents. occasionally, he also gets a birthday card shipped through international mail. when you threw him his first surprise party, he secretly felt touched because his family was never big on physical celebrations.

sae is ridiculously good at anything that involves data and calculations. he participated in a math competition one time in junior high, and he would have made it to the national level had he not been entirely focused on football. refused to tutor rin in algebra though because apparently his little brother has to figure out everything for himself. if it were you though, he would begrudgingly agree.

bachira holds the world record in procrastination. his notebook, pencil, and eraser are still as untouched and pristine as they were on the first day of the academic school year. he does not know what a book is, nor has he read one. he only studied because you refused to cuddle with him otherwise.

ego eats so many cups of instant ramen noodles that his glasses begin to fog up from time to time. anri has to clean the frames and lenses weekly just to make sure his myopic self can even see. at this point, she's the real MVP of the entire series.

barou likes to open the windows right after it rains because he enjoys the sweet smell of petrichor. his ideal day would be spent lounging on a couch with some tea and a novel. it would be even more perfect if you snuggled under the blankets with him.

niko sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, immensely insecure about his forehead. he thinks it looks giant though it really isn't. you have to brush his fringe back and pepper kisses down his face and remind him that a big forehead means a big, sexy brain, so it really isn't that bad. he believes you and goes back to sleep.

shidou would make fun of boomers. in fact, he'd ridicule every single person he considers past their prime. he does not believe in any form of authority, nor does he like being told what to do. if he had his way, he would have turned the entire world into anarchy a long time ago. the only reason why he doesn't wake up and make himself everyone's problem is because he doesn't want to upset you.

kaiser knows he is very well-endowed physically, so he purposefully walks around your apartment shirtless. if he catches you eyeing him, he will make a big deal out of it. tries to not-so-subtly flex his biceps every time he reaches for the milk carton.

reo loves cocktail dresses, especially in the wine red shade. something about the accentuated figure and natural curves gives him goosebumps. his favorite part of you is when your tummy slightly protrudes after you've eaten too much. you might think it's embarrassing, but he thinks it's adorable.

rin only uses shower gel, mostly because he learned his lesson after using the locker room shower stalls. never use bar soap, always use bottled. he's also the type to always have shower shoes. sae taught him that.

bachira is the type of student to completely misread the question and still not feel bad after the teacher points it out. oh no, he was actually supposed to solve for x, not just circle it? he'll shrug it off like nothing ever happened. at least he tried. the teacher should be grateful for his effort.

sae says he does not understand the sentiments behind cute couple traditions but then proceeds to get upset when you show up to his game without wearing his jersey. would definitely get you matching bracelets for your anniversary.

aiku has a high spice tolerance. he would definitely drown his food either in sriracha or buldak sauce. if you can't handle spicy though, he would set aside a separate plate just for you and manually spoon out the food just to make sure you have something to eat too.

aryu never has dry cuticles. he is always trimming and filing to perfection. sometimes he has beef with your nail tech because he thinks he could have done so much better on your acrylics. refuses to let you go to a salon because he already has all the tools and expertise necessary.

sae does not know how to cook. his manager has always ordered take-out for him. the one time he tried to use a microwave, he completely misread the package instructions and nearly burned the entire building down. called you up with the straightest face afterwards to tell you that the smoke alarms were not shutting off.

barou unconsciously caves into peer pressure. every single new trend makes him rethink his personal style. however, he views it all with an old man mentality. like what are these youngsters doing these days? dying their hair every possible color of the rainbow? he has to do that too. proceeds to call aryu to add red streaks into his own hair. sometimes you have to remind him that external opinion should always taken with a grain of salt.

chigiri has a major sweet tooth. if you so much as bake him one single treat, he will have made plans to put a ring on your finger before he even finishes the damn pastry. his ideal partner is someone mature and understanding who can take care of him well. definitely likes the homemaker type.

gagamaru is the seeing friend in your relationship. no matter how many trips he makes to the optometrist, he will always come back with perfect 20/20 vision. definitely a nature enthusiast, and he loves hiking. even if you're blind as a bat, he will always be there to hold your hand in the dark.

© verysium 2023 / please do not translate, repost, or plagiarize any of my works

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[kissagii]

stardance - prince!sae x knight!reader

a fic for a trade with the lovely @saenora <33

cw: 2.5k words, gn!reader, hurt comfort, sae is pretty rude (to reader), mild descriptions of violence, there's a failed assassination but no blood or serious injury

When the palace walls and king’s carriages proved at last too confining for the eldest prince of the Itoshi family, Sae was assigned a knight of his own. A soldier to fend off the creatures of the forests; to discourage burglars with a glare and blade; to guard a door in a palace so thoroughly guarded that at times even visitors struggled to enter. In his mind, his guard was an excessive layer of protection for an already coddled son, another attempt to shelter him from the kingdom he would one day come to rule.

But mostly, his guard was a nuisance. 

“With all due respect, your highness, just how long do you plan to look through these historical tomes that - if I may remind you - your father’s library already has.”

At the mere sound of your voice, he stopped flipping through the large volume in front of him. It wasn’t the one he wanted anyways, and neither were the twenty others the bookshop owner had presented him with. An honor to help the prince with his studies? Hah. If only the fools had what I needed. With a frustrated sigh, he motioned to leave in search of yet another shop.

“I’ll look until one of these shops has what I need.” He hardly looked back as he began making his way to the next bookstore. Technically, he was supposed to let you walk in front, parting the crowds around their crown, but in the near-empty twilight streets, he set a pace brisk enough to discourage anyone wishing to follow him, his guard included. For a moment, as the stars began to rise, he could forget.

Though peace of mind could never never last long. “Your Highness, it’s too late for you to be out. You know as well as I do that your father doesn’t like you being out in the city late, especially not on some wild goose chase for a history book that might not even exist.”

Sae knew that he should be returning to the palace. But in those grand halls, he couldn’t forget, not even for a moment. It was always someone or someone else pestering about something he couldn’t bring himself to care about. Courtship. Parties. Foreign gossip. Meaningless awards. Petty disputes between lords. His brother. His blasted annoying guard.

“Really, your highness, what even is it that you’re looking for?” You continued, beginning to get impatient. “Primary sources from the Cretaceous period? Because, I hate to break it to you, but crabs can’t write.” 

Against his better judgment, Sae nearly chuckled at that remark. Nearly. 

At this point, you didn’t know if Sae genuinely hated you or if his tendency towards bitter words was an overdramatized facade. Though whichever it was, it was slowly slipping further toward loathing as you urged him out of the library. It was a war of his stubbornness against your orders, and though the king’s own word should always win, it never seemed to.

Worn down by tiredness and the convoluted organization of his father’s library, Sae snapped. Once more you tried to convince him to leave and he turned sharply to face you, eyes darkened. Whatever curious stars had once been behind them had died out, leaving only the aquamarine void.

“Just leave me.” 

So this is how he’s playing this. You pulled out his chair, a not-so-subtle sign that it was time to leave, regardless of what he thought. “Your Highness, I’m strictly forbidden from leaving you. I’ll escort you to your room now.”

“I’ll get to my room on my own,” He muttered, waving you off, “One of the sentries can take me if they see me.”

“Sae. You’ve had a long night, it’s time for you to sleep. You can find your books on a clear head in the morning.” There was a certain firmness in your voice this time - you weren’t about to let him ignore you, regardless of the fact that he was above you in rank and had no obligation to listen to you.

“Don’t call me that.” 

“What, your name? I don’t answer to you, I’ll call you whatever I like.”

“I outrank you, remember. I don’t care if my father ordered you to make me rest, you answer to me, not him.” He refused to turn to you, gripping white-knuckled on the arms of his chair. If he squeezed them any harder, they might break. A normal soldier would stop provoking him now - you should stop provoking him now - but there was no point in shoving the frustration down any further. Sae was insolent, stubborn, lived on his own time, and wouldn’t take care of himself. But you would protect him. You swore so on your life and honor.  

“They’re not his orders.”

“Then whose are they?” He seethed, turning to look you in the eyes. Though he couldn’t see your face in the dim light, Sae was sure you were grinning smugly, taking some sick satisfaction in watching him snap. 

“Mine.” You stated plainly.

“Blasted nuisance,” Sae huffed, “You have no authority to give yourself orders. Leave.”

Suddenly he found himself being pulled by the arm, yanked up and out of his chair by a uniformed hand. Electricity prickled down his spine as he was forced to his feet. “I have plenty of authority to care about you and want you to take care of yourself because I know you wouldn’t otherwise. With that said, I will be escorting you to your room.”

Without sparing even a moment, you began pulling Sae toward the door. Your grip was far from rough - he could escape easily if he felt like it - but he saw no reason to struggle. He had hardly noticed the fatigue seeping into his body, sapping his strength as the night grew late.

Sae’s knight was an inevitability. A constant. Guaranteed to be somewhere in the vicinity, be it hovering at his shoulder or stationed at a doorway just out of sight. Even as he reclined in his barely lit sitting room, there was no mistaking the uniformed figure lurking in the shadows near the tightly bolted door.

“Aren’t I safe enough in here? You can leave,” He waved you off halfheartedly, “Get some of that sleep you’ve been hounding me incessantly about.”

Your laugh floated over from the dark corner. At least someone had the energy for humor at this hour. “Believe me, if I weren’t under direct orders to stay here until Kento comes to replace me, I’d be comfortably cuddled up in my bed. Like you should be right now.”

With a sigh, Sae stood from his reading chair and made his way to his bed. He was hardly tired, but pretending to sleep would at least give you peace of mind. The last thing he needed was yet another person overly concerned about his safety, especially not one who was only concerned because it was their job.

Or was it? 

I have plenty of authority to care about you. 

Your words echoed in his mind. That hadn’t been on his father’s orders – none of the insistence that Sae cared for himself had been. It was, startlingly, the first time that concern for his safety had extended past duels and burglars and-

“ASSASSIN!!!”

Sae turned his head sharply, watching as a badly illuminated figure entered his room from the moonlit balcony, empty glass bottle in hand. His heart stopped in his chest. His feet wouldn’t move. He urged himself to run, to make his way to safety, to make his way toward you. The most he could do was turn and watch you as you charged.

The assassin stepped up behind him. The bottle came crashing down.

The last thing he registered was you running toward him, sword drawn, radiant like starlight incarnate.

“Good morning, your highness. How’d you sleep?”

Of course, the first thing Sae would hear after coming to consciousness would be his knight’s voice. Classic.

“What… what happened?” At some point, he’d been moved from the floor to his bed, and the lack of light from outdoors meant it was still night. The only people in the room, as far as he could tell, were him and the knight.

The knight chuckled. Someone ought to teach them that assassination is not a laughing matter.

“Well, some fool managed to climb up your balcony and hit you over the head with an empty liquor bottle. He got you pretty good, but at least you didn’t get cut by the glass shards. The doc said you’ll be fine in a day or two.” Somewhere across the room, your uniform rustled as you stood to leave, satisfied to know that Sae was alright. “Well, I’ll be going now. Kento, Miroku, and Tatsuki are outside if you need anything, but I’ll hopefully be back before you wake up. Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”

As Sae watched you retreat, he felt the sudden urge to reach out toward you; to thank you for saving his life yet again; to savor your company just a little longer. All that escaped his lips was a croaked, “Don’t-”

“Huh?” You turned, “Don’t what? You’ve gotta be specific if you’re giving me orders.”

Struggling for words, Sae sputtered, not entirely sure what he wanted. Don’t hate me? Don’t abandon me? Don’t resign from your post and never return?  “Leave.”

You sighed, turning back again. “Being evasive, I see. Good to know you’re back to normal. Goodnight, your highness.”

“Wait- No- Don’t leave. Stay. Please.” Sae didn’t realize, but he was reaching toward you with his hand as if trying to pull you back toward him. But of course, you were across the room, and  his fingers couldn’t find purchase.

“Your Highness, you’ll be perfectly safe, I promise. There are two guards outside and one on the balcony… I can tell Kento to come inside if that would make you feel safer.” It pained Sae how you didn’t look him in the eyes as you spoke – you hardly turned to face him. But that was about the treatment he deserved, considering how he had treated you, pushing you away and still expecting you to save his life.

“It’s not- Stay, Y/n, please. I- It’s nice. Having you around.” He begged, voice breaking. He cursed himself for sounding so foolish, so unnecessarily vulnerable. You were his guard, nothing more.

Oh, how he wished it was more.

“Oh. I guess… I guess I could stay,” You murmur, striding back toward him, “For what it’s worth, you’re not half-bad of a guy to guard. Following you around all day is pretty fun… even when you’re mad at me.”

Sae groaned, wanting nothing more than to hide under his bedsheets. Half the time when he snapped at you it was just to provoke a clever quip or witty insult from you who never seemed to care, and the other half the time, when he stepped too far, his stubbornness left the apologies aching in his chest.

“I’m not mad. Not usually,” He muttered, not entirely sure if you could hear or not. Sae assumed not, from the way you settled into one of his sitting chairs, leaning your sword belt against the arm. 

No, don’t sit there- The words were on the tip of his tongue, but you spoke first.

“I’ll sit here as long as you want, but you should get to sleep. Let me know if you need anything, alright? I’ll do my best to not doze off.”

“There is one thing,” Sae said, internally shuddering at how foolish his request seemed. But it was you, and you wouldn’t make fun of it… right?

You chuckled. “Spit it out before I fall asleep. This chair is ridiculously comfortable.”

“Come sleep with me. Propriety be damned.”

You looked at him incredulously, not believing the words that exited his mouth. A sentence you had long given up on hearing. But the response that forms bypasses that yearning entirely.

“Aww, does His Royal Grumpiness get cuddly when he’s concussed?”

He sighed and scowled – though the snarky reply made his heart skip a beat. “Shut it, Y/n. I’m serious. I’d like to be close to you.”

“As you wish, Sae,” You smiled, taking off your uniform coat and discarding it on the same chair that your sword leaned against. Sae watched you intensely as you removed your shoes and climbed into the soft, powder blue sheets. He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, drinking in the warmth of your skin. 

If only for a night, you could be his. You were his. And he was yours. By the witness of the stars. His troubled soul was held in the comfort of another, melting into the tenderness of an embrace outside of the reach of prying eyes. For the first time in far too long, the tension left the prince’s muscles, eased out by the soft breathing of his knight, his friend, his beloved.

In the silent depths of night, sweet words were whispered in dulcet tones. 

“I love you.”

Bonus: Two Weeks Later

Exactly two weeks after the ridiculous attempt on Prince Sae’s life, Aiku – Captain of the King’s Guard and your somewhat-direct superior – summoned you into his office.

Not pleased to be away from your job for too long, you intended to make this quick.

“Let me guess, you need help training new recruits? Because if that’s what you want, I can’t do it. I’m with Sae full time now,” You said, standing in the doorway. Aiku looked at you from where he leaned against his desk, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Familiar with His Royal Highness, are you?” The Captain asked, smirking, “Well, therein lies the problem.” 

You furrowed your brow, not entirely understanding what he meant. “And how is that an issue? You’re plenty familiar with His Majesty the King, why should I not be the same with the man I guard?”

“It’s not quite the same. Rumors are spreading, you know, and if things continue like this then you might be reassigned.” 

“Really? Why? I keep Sae perfectly safe, no?” Captain Aiku stepped toward you, straightened posture making him seem unnervingly tall. He lowered his voice, as if worried someone would overhear. “Listen, Y/n. Let me put it this way: If the king catches you and his son making bedroom eyes at each other one more time he will replace you. The rest of us on the guard don’t exactly appreciate it either.”

Suddenly a gentle wrapped around your waist, the newcomer’s chest pressed comfortingly against your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know that Sae had come to intervene, tugging you gently away from the Captain.

“Sorry to interrupt, Captain, but I will look at my knight however I please. If my father chooses to reassign Y/n, I will deal with him myself.”

i'm such a sucker for royalty au

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hi!! hope you are doing well <3

congratulations for 200 followers, you deserve even more🙏🏻 for this event can i have no.6 with sae, but the reader says the line? it will be amazing imo , and thank you for your hard work!!! take care of yourself, xoxo (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

midnight

🍁 character & prompt : ITOSHI SAE // #6. "i've never seen you smile like that before."

note: thank you so much for your love ! <3 have a great day and i hope u like this !!! # drabble game prompts here

summary: your boyfriend hates the idea of letting you go out alone at night. even if it's a one minute walk. and even if it's for ice cream.

the warmth of his hand radiated throughout your whole body as you walked side by side on the empty street, in contrast to the chilled air of the clear night.

"you seriously didn't have to come with me," you mumbled, gesturing to the small bag in your other hand when sae hummed in question. your footsteps coordinated with each other's. left and then right. you felt silly when you realised how it made you smile to yourself.

"i wanted to. i needed a breather anyway." he replied, voice raspy. neither of you had talked much on the short walk to the supermarket, with your stomach yearning for the taste of your favourite ice cream and sae following after you with his hands buried in his hoodie and his head kept low in an effort to be hidden.

your midnight cravings were maybe a little ridiculous. but sae wasn't one to complain. especially when you were so insistent on not letting him tag along, saying 'sae, it's just a minute away. i'm gonna be fine.'

no way in hell would he ever let you go somewhere alone at this time. so he told you to shut up and wait for him as he threw on a hoodie and slipped on the shoes that were easiest to wear. he felt relieved that he was spending the night at your place. if he wasn't there, you'd still go alone for your beloved ice cream and he just can't stand the thought of not being with you.

he had also realised that he never knew your favourite ice cream flavour.

not that he was supposed to know from the very beginning.

because your relationship hasn't even reached its five month anniversary. not until next month.

not that he remembers the date.

he does. he's waiting for it. he's thinking of what he should do for you. he almost considered asking his brother for help until he became annoyed. how dare his brother get into a relationship before him?

but now he knows your favourite flavour.

and he knows how loud your laugh is, because you just laughed out of nowhere and it's booming through his ears because the neighbourhood is so quiet.

"sorry. the cashier's face when he saw you— it was so funny," you cackled, not bothering to think about the people who were probably sleeping in the houses that you passed by.

"he definitely thought he was seeing shit. the guy's probably been working all day." sae said with a hint of a chuckle.

the thought made you laugh harder for some reason. you grabbed his hand tighter and stopped in the middle of the street, right under the streetlight, hunching over and laughing your heart out. sae looked at you and saw your slightly guilty expression as you couldn't stop.

he smiled.

it was not his fault that your laugh was so contagious and your cheeks looked so cute when you smiled wide.

you started to quiet down from the sudden laughing fit when you noticed his smile.

"i've never seen you smile like that before."

sae blinked. was he smiling?

"noooo, why'd you stop smiling now?" you whined, getting cut off by sae when he gently but swiftly placed his finger on your lips.

"shhh. people are sleeping." he played it off, looking below at the bag in your hand. "and your ice cream will melt."

you smiled and kissed his finger. he retreated with instant regret. still, he liked that.

"sorry," you sheepishly replied. "your smile is just.. something."

"whatever. let's go home."

you hummed, continuing the walk. this time, you both walked faster.

but you couldn't stop yourself from saying it. your face felt warm when you stared at your partner. he avoided your gaze and looked forward with a twitch in his lips.

"i'm gonna bring that pretty smile on your face again. just watch."

he exhaled. you grinned.

it's not going to take a long time for you to make him smile once again— he knows that deep down. and he's happy that you're the reason for it.

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[c-h-i-m-es]

-idyllic

itoshi sae x gn! reader

11:56 pm 

you finally finish and submit the assignment due four minutes later. you stretch your arms up and close your laptop. 

feeling like you’ve been sitting in your desk and typing in your laptop for what felt like forever, you think of taking a walk and grab something to drink to refresh yourself.

you put on your hoodie on and grab your phone, wallet and the keys. locking the door behind you, you walk out your apartment and walk down to a twenty four hour store.

it is late but there are street lights providing the lights and you just hope you don’t run into some stranger you don’t wanna encounter. as you reach the store, you tell the guy behind the counter your order, your favorite boba flavor in a large size.

being the only person they are serving, you just have to wait a few minutes before they call you to get your drink. you pay for your order and walk down the road.

the night time is quite chilly so you put your one hand inside the pockets of your hoodie and take sips of your drink while you walk to a park nearby. you walk near the small playground in the park and see a figure sitting on the swing, head down, deep in thoughts, which makes you stop your steps.

you narrow your eyes to check the person out. you could see the man’s red hair which brings one very specific person in your mind. hoping it is who it is, you take your phone out and message the guy in your head as you take a few steps towards the playground.

you: am i seeing things or is that you?

coincidentally the guy seems to have a need to check his phone, and he quickly looks up. your face breaks into a smile as soon as you see the teal colored eyes looking at you.

“sae!” you say his name with excitement lacing your voice and run to him. as soon as you reach him, him now standing, you put your arms around him, “ah it’s so nice to see you.”

he puts his one arm around your waist and brings the other to stroke your hair, “we were together in the afternoon dummy.”

you look up at him with your arms still around him, “yeah but it’s nice to see you here, so randomly.” you place a kiss on his lip, “whatchu doing here at this hour?”

“i just couldn’t sleep so i got out for a breather. i could ask you the same though.”

you pull away from him and sit on the swing, him doing the same and sitting on the one besides yours, “i just submitted the assignment and i had to get a drink.” you offer him your drink and he accepts it. 

“you should rest though, don’t you have practice early in the morning tomorrow?” he sighs and closes his eyes after handing you your drink, “yeah, but i can’t stop thinking about stuffs for some reason.”

he lets his thoughts out and you both talk for quite a while after that. 

“why don’t you come over then?” he looks at you after your suggestion, "you said you were having trouble sleeping, we can go over to my place and i’ll make you tea which can help you relax. and we could spend more time together.”

he cracks a smile and nods, “yeah i’d very much like that.”

you get on your feet, “great then, come one my boy.” you hold out your hand for him which he takes and gets up from the swing. he intertwines your finger as you walk out the park after you throw the plastic cup in a near bin.

“ugh i feel tired.” you whine as you rest your head on him. “why did you even come out then, you should’ve just gone to bed you know.”

you look at him and scoff, “yeah and you still would have been in that park alone. be glad i came out.” he playfully rolls his eyes, “of course, i am oh so glad for that.”

“keep taking with that sarcastic tone and i will leave you to chill out here.”

“you love me too much to do that and you know it.” he looks at you with a smirk on his pretty face.

“you’re lucky you look good or i would have killed you by now.”

“you’re lucky i love you babe or who knows where i would have thrown your body.”

you gasp and hit on his arm, “sae! that is so mean of you.”

he chuckles, a smile on his face which instantly melts your heart. you are so glad he doesn’t show that pretty smile of his around other people or you’d have to poke so many eyes of other people to prevent them from seeing such a beautiful sight. 

“i’m kidding babe.” he cups one side and kisses your lips. you kiss him back almost immediately, grabbing on the collar of his sweatshirt to pull him closer to yourself. 

no matter how many times you get to taste him, you could never get enough of him. you place your one hand on the back of his neck and tilt your head, deepening the kiss.

you pull away, just enough to look at his face and smile seeing the soft expression on his face that only you could see.

“come on pretty boy, let’s go home.” he places another soft kiss on your lips and takes your hand on his, “let’s go, love.” 

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[yuquinzel]

— this is what love is.

feat. itoshi rin. f!reader. 2k+ wc. fluff and angst. rin concludes what love is, thanks to you.

THE HEAD: love — if you were to ever ask itoshi rin what love is to him, he would give you a scornful look, of brows knitted together and parted lips. it is uncertainty in disguise of a petty scowl. an elegant grimace on pretty features. he will not explain love with the understanding of it, but by the lack thereof. such a question is not for someone like him. 

to rin, love is as simple as the acknowledgement of its existence.

it’s real — he has seen it enough times in enough depths to come to the conclusion that love is a little more than just a concept and a little less than a materialistic possession. many times in his life, his perception of love has changed. it was never a question of what it means to him, but more of whether he’s willing to let it mean something.

he ponder the countless i love you ’s he’s heard on midsummer nights in some cheap hotel. when limbs and tongues entangle and fingers run through disheveled hair, an ‘i love you’ is whispered like a scandalous secret. a small talk to fill in loud silences. like the off-brand soda cans he will find on the convenience store down the street: it’s a cheap rip-off of the real thing.

rin can never bring himself to say it back. he wonders if it would ever mean something if he did.

THE LUNGS: loneliness — at some point in his youth, rin came to the conclusion that love and loneliness are two sides of the same coin. they come hand in hand. if you are to long for love, loneliness will follow you like a hungry dog— like an uncanny companion stuck by your side.

rin likes to believe he understands loneliness much better than he could love. he thinks of it as often as one would think of breathing — which is to say never, unless he is actively reminded of it. it’s almost like an intricate part of his being, following him everywhere he goes like a second shadow.

he hasn’t been alone, no — that’s entirely different. he’s aware he’s not easy to be around — blunt, reserved, pretty boy with a sharp tongue — yet, people do it anyway. he’s grateful in ways, so by definition, he knows he’s not alone. 

he thinks this is the best he can get.

THE HEART: you — you are a welcome contradiction to his thoughts. rin knows you. he sees you, after years. he had not expected to see you. but you and sae had always been close, so he isn’t particularly surprised to find you invited to his brother’s wedding.

you are too, something he does not understand.

he remembers being seven and you six, the first time he met you. you are the beginning — where the story starts: girl meets boy, boy meets trouble.

trouble— that’s what you are. seven years old itoshi rin can tell by the way you hide behind your mother as your and his talked away like old friends do. he sees you shrinking further behind her when he flashes you a smile, he was a nice kid back then. you smile back, it wasn’t anything genuine. he knew it was trouble then, that he wondered what your real smile would look like.

trouble, trouble, trouble — he thinks as he finds himself competing for sae’s attention. sae is always much nicer, much gentler to you. rin begins to thinks of you more than he wants to. it’s trouble when you move away just when he was finally getting used to your presence, it’s even more trouble when you come to visit and spend most of your time with sae. in retrospect — he knows at some point, he had made you feel unwelcomed, whether it was intentional or not. 

when he sees you again now, rin holds his breath. he stutters twice. blinking thrice, he steals another glance. you, adorned in youth and elegance — you are beautiful, like a moment of conscious breathing. like seconds trapped in sunsets and sunrises alike. rin has to take a moment to let it settle in his mind and heart alike.

you are as beautiful as he remembers, and as much as his mother never lets him forget.

rin thinks of talking to you, he would be doing so after years. he does so before he can really convince him to do otherwise. why he makes such a baseless effort, he does not know. this was always the case with you. you made his heart and mind turn against one another. it was as terrifying as it was exciting. rin can not name the emotions he can trace on your features when you see him. he aches to know what you think of him. you don’t seem surprised, but your smile is a fond one.

you are still trouble, he reckons — with how easily you seem to coax words out of him, falling into a casual rhythm of conversation. it feels natural, he counts the number of heartbeats each of your smiles last for. he finds himself longing for something he knows he has lost, but never hoped to find again. 

he does not see you nearly as often as he may be hoping for. you are something like a blurred memory, a lingering aftertaste, an unspoken word at the tip of his tongue. 

lately, you have been on his mind. he surprises himself with his impulsivity of calling you whenever he remembers that he can do so, be it monday mornings or friday nights when both of your schedules overlap — rin calls you, just to stay on the line. even when you don’t say anything, he revels in the silence you share. it’s peaceful. the kind he can never find if he searches for it. he hears your hums and mumbles, adds his own, and he stays on line until you fall asleep.

“it was a boring day,” your voice is so, so gentle. he feels giddy. “but i had some ochazuke — i thought of you, i think you would’ve loved it.”

he hears you hum, and then feels his heart stall. he wonders of how often you think of him. not as much as he does, he believes. he aches to ask you, do you look for him in the mundane? and do you find him there? “make some for me next time.”

you are probably smiling, “i will.”

it is a little terrifying. how good you are at making him feel weak. but he thinks it couldn’t be half as threatening as he’s taking it to be if his teammates are telling him he’s been smiling more these days. he tells them to fuck off.

or maybe it is? for the exact same sentiment.

rin can not name this fondness he has for you. he is afraid to use the stronger word. but he wonders if fondness and resentment can be synonymous. he had thought he resented you, all those years back. he thinks maybe that resentment still lingers. he worries he may be secretly resenting you for always plaguing his mind.

he will let you have that sort of control over him, for now, at least. this resentment and fondness balance all the scales for now.

THE HANDS: time — time is a conscious being. it is as unassuming as love and as ever-present as loneliness. time is the ground love festers on like a disease, it is the sky loneliness spreads on beyond grasp. 

time is something rin understands. it has hands that weave tales together slowly but surely before you can even begin to understand it, until you’re helplessly entangled in its plays. rin had known this comfort, the familiarity — the fondness he had found in your presence, it would only grow with time. he had seen it coming from miles away. it was as clear as the sky on the day he met you again, the way his loneliness got quiet whenever you were around.

you approached him like a thunderstorm, with your gentle disposition and longing smiles. shaking all of him to the core, and unlike much things in his life, rin let it come. if you leave him breathless and scattered, he figures, then breathless he’ll stand and wait for you to find him again. he had always been enamored of thunderstorms. 

time is a funny thing. he had never quite gotten used to you in his youth no matter how long you were around. and once he did, time took you away. and then it took him all those years to realize that everything started had with you, that he had missed you in your absence and longed for you before he could realize it. and once he had gotten comfortable with this revelation, time brought him back to you, again. 

it is with time he grows to acknowledge all the parts of himself he only ever sees when you’re around. like his impulsivity of purposely taking the wrong bus and finding himself in an unnamed town far from the city — with you. you tell him you believe this can either turn out to be the best memory of your lives, or simply the worst one.

“rin,” he likes the sound of your voice, “we can just start a new life here, can’t we?” you don’t look at him when you speak, but rin feels seen. 

“i can work on the farms, i think i would be good at it.” he adds, you laugh. “and i could help you out. we could grow our crops and eat simple meals, lead simple lives.”

he thinks of this imagined life on the bus ride home, when your head falls to his shoulder and he finds himself unable to resist the desire to brush back the strands of hair over your ear. it is a treacherous thing to do. the simple act of brushing your hair over your ear. why? because he will soon find longing for more. to rest his palm on your cheeks and brush his thumb over your beauty mark. 

in time, he grows surer of his feelings. the fondness of his gaze when it meets your, the softer side of him that you bring out when you try to teach him how to bake brownies. it is these minute little existences of the mundane, that he adores the most. he thinks you might just have the power to ruin him. a starry-eyed tragedy in which he’s the protagonist. but then again, love and tragedy often fall under the same umbrella.

you are the beginning, rin concludes, and there’s no reach beyond you.

THE BONES: love, again — rin thinks of love now. it resembles a sickly illness. he thinks of himself as an unfortunate and resigned victim. it must be a plague haunting his mind with the thoughts of you — he finds himself utterly helpless.

love is a carnivorous being, it feeds on his heart. why? because the heart is a muscle. it pumps and it bleeds and it loves.

love festers like an ugly disease rotting his flesh to his bones, and all he can do is let it come. there is a sort of beauty in peaceful resignation. it eats away at his hands, rin loses track of time. everything leads him to you. time doesn’t exist with you. every second with you is too short and never enough. yet it feels like an eternity before he can see you again. his hands are always seeking yours. love is a sickness. it spreads to his lungs, cruelly burning away any of the loneliness he had grown so comfortable in. it is uncomfortable and terrifying, it smokes his skin with uncertainty. but he can not do much here, he is helpless.

love is selfish and all-consuming, it slowly infests his head. determined to make it’s presence known somehow. determined to be understood in some way. determined to be found in everything.

rin thinks he had already known this. of course he did. you never made it easy to ignore his palpitating heart, the sweating of his palms and the flutter of butterflies — as romantics like to call it. he has always, always known it by heart. you made it so. everything had been love. the thousands of stolen glances. the late night calls. the impromptu visits. the moments that never lasted more than a few seconds, but felt like they trapped all the beauty of this world. all the times just hesitation and doubt and fear caused him to stop just short of confessing. of letting you decide what to do of his love.

it had been love, in its simplest form.

rin regrets not finding the words to express it sooner.

the room encompasses a heavy, suffocating silence. it seems to creep right into his skin like a catastrophe — spreading so slowly, rotting away every living cell it touches. it strips the air from his lungs. but he does not try to suck it back in. he does not want to feel alive right now. his eyes lose focus every second here and there. rin thinks his limbs can’t support him for long.

rin remembers that the heart is just a muscle. it bleeds and it pumps and it breaks and it dies. he feels it. he never should’ve let love become a part of him. it is much too cruel for him.

the room — the hospital room — feels ice cold. it is late may and it should be hot. yet he feels like his blood his frozen. the silence is no more. he hears the cries of your mother. he can not make sense of her words. he does not hear her properly, it is just white noise. everything is too white in the room. rin clamps a shaking hand over his mouth. why is he even here? had you really considered him close enough to let him be a presence in this room along with your family. he does not want to be here, he concludes. he can’t be here.

“y/n.” he calls out. he does not know why he does so. in all his consciousness, he’s aware you can’t hear him. you will never answer.

your sickly pale complexion, the darkening under your eyes — which are closed — and your body, covered in bruises all over, as if the bleeding was hard to stop. it is all the answer he needs.

“y/n, hey —” he tries again. because didn’t you always reply when he called? he feels the need to touch your skin, to feel you still with him. he recoils just as quickly when he feels the cold touch of your body. he feels nauseous. like something inside him is twisting and trying to break free.

he leaves the room next. it made him feel strangely alive. he wanted to feel anything but.

it has registered all too quickly. he wishes there was a time for delusions. for baseless hope. for the luxury of panic. there is nothing. it feels like being sucked in an endless void. he feels like he’s fighting for his every next breath. he does not really want to.

you’ve left him just as spontaneously and cruelly as when you met him.

he’s outside the hospital premises, going wherever his feet take him. only when a bench by the side of the road catches his eyes, does he realise how weak his knees feel. he drops down on it, unable to bear his weight anymore.

he does not pay attention to the time nor the people around him. this morning he’d received a call from your parents. something about an accident followed by your name. everything sort of blurred after that. now the sun has all but disappeared in the wistful evening blues. when it catches his eyes, he feels a painful strike at his chest — somewhere deeper than his ribcage and his lungs. it is a beautiful sight. it’s even more beautiful when it’s blurred by the tears collecting in his eyes.

he feels it again, that loneliness which had gotten quiet in your presence. he feels it stronger than ever — it is growling like some monster, its finger wrapping around his throat. a painful grunt leaves his lips then.

then he realises that it is not loneliness — loneliness was never a monster. it was kind. he was at peace with it. it would cradle him gently when he needed it and has been by his side longer than most.

it is love. love has always been cruel. it is a gruesome monster resembling childhood nightmares. its long-pointed canines, and fingers dressed in wrinkled, old skin — it has already infested his everything.

in its hauntingly sweet voice, it whispers an old lullaby, one rin tearfully sings along to. he feels it being carved onto his bones.

love will never be his. not anymore.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

me when i can’t write confession scenes: fuck it, there will be no confession.

my deepest, most humblest apologies for this. then again, it was so fun writing. i love angst. i’m off to writing rin fluff for compensation now :> thank u !

#❛ ‧˚🪐 — the dusk renditions. #debating on whether this should be on my masterlist or not #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x you #itoshi rin x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #rin x reader #rin itoshi #rin x you

[diabunnies]

INCOMING NEW MAIL!

"BLLK DRIVING HEADCANONS" from DIA!

CONTENT AHEAD IS...

sfw! no implied romance between characters however ur free to take it however u read it!

i lub driving n ive been thinking abt this 4 a liddol bit 2 long now so here goes! a lot of these hcs are inspired by ppl ive been in a car with!

drive safely y'all ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ pls do not be like these ppl (heavy on shidou!!!)

SHIDOU RYUSEI

thinks he's an F1 driver on the streets... i don't mean the professional F1 drivers btw! i mean the "F1" drivers everyone pretends to be in the arcade car simulators. also broke his car speakers from how loud his music is

probably has attempted to do a wheelie with the car more than once before... has had numerous points docked off his license for the stupidest reasons (ie going round a roundabout [the full 360] over and over and over again)

always forgets to turn his lights on at night and attempts to fight the officer that pulls him over. idk how he got his license (he didnt. it's fake but he doesn't know u know it's fake).

ITOSHI SAE

is absolutely silent. sorry if u were expecting more from him but when he's in the car he's iust but i like to think that its a comfortable kind of silence! sometimes he makes small talk but he rlly just prefers calmness be driving is one of the rare opportunities where he gets a bit of a break from his high action lifestyle :(

sae gives me the impression of someone that listens to podcasts and instrumental music over other genres ?? doesn't rlly mind (read: care) if u handle music but don't expect him to breakout into a song

drives one handed bc he is the only mf here that drives stick and for this reason he secretly thinks he's better than everyone for it

BAROU SHOUEI

drives like an aggressive senile person ?? whenever ur in the car w him u'd think he got his license during the industrial revolution bc he goes off the most outdated rules in the handbook

like this dude does not believe in using indicators on the roundabout ("bc the cars should already know where i'm going based on the direction or my wheel!").

u always apologise to the car u nearly crashed into be he cuts ppl off ("i should've been given right of way!!") at intersections

ITOSHI RIN

listens to edgy ahh fuckin music icl! also doesn't talk most of the time but what sets him apart from sae is that the silence is very awkward... any attempt at making conversation by u is met with nothing but soul crushing silence

sometimes his intrusive thoughts win n lets his competitive nature get ahead of him at traffic lights be he will race the car next to him for fun ಠ_ಠ

i do like to think that he loves driving the most out of everyone here and bc he drives obsessively, he knows all kinds of routes to all kinds of places (walking gps king so real)

CHIGIRI HYOMA

is probably the most normal driver. he's pretty confident in his skills (rightfully so) but ofc he doesn't pass up any opportunity to let u know that he passed his test w flying colours :/ "did you know that i pa-" every fucking time without fail ( •_•)

is the best at parking :O in fact he's so good at it that he will park in what u think is an impossible spot all be he doesn't want to walk too far

his car always smells new be he LOVES those "new car" scented air fresheners! also his car is always cold bc he refuses to let the humidity ruin his hair

NAGI SEISHIRO

has rlly rlly bad road rage BUT gets mad at u if u also express road rage ?? he tells u to calm down ?? mf ik he aint talking T⌓T

tbh i think he only has short temper be he doesn't necessarily enjoy driving (will only do it if he absolutely has to) and just wants to get home asap!

definitely waits until the very last minute to fill up his car bc of how often (.) he forgets ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere once be of this exact reason. but at least u can always count on him for having a battery pack!

GAGAMARU GIN

drives below the speed limit... would (and has) swerve to the wrong side of the highway to avoid hitting a bird be he doesn't trust that it'd fly away in time (the bird flew away along with his soul bc he was a second away from colliding with a truck)

poor thing always gets honked at by cars behind him be he gives way to EVERYONE (even if he has the right of way) and traffic always piles up.

his car always smells like Those jellybelly jelly beans be he loves sweet-smelling things! im not joking every time u enter his car ur nose is flooded by candy flavoured air ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

BACHIRA MEGURU

gets distracted rlly easily by any piece of stimuli. oh there's a windmill? nice! u bet his eyes are already following it. roadkill on the side of the road? would point it out and proceed to try and look at it for the next kilometre. probably mourns the thing for the rest of the trip tbh :(

points out livestock grazing on the side of the road! every! time! instigates eye spy every time but chooses the most obscure things and gets surprised whenever u give up

will not hesitate to pick up whenever his mum is calling; doesn't matter if it's super busy on the road or if he's in a crash bc he Will make the time for her

ISAGI YOICHI

is the only mf prepared with everything. he has a mini cooler in the boot stocked with juice and water, his glove box is filled with masks and wet wipes, has a blanket in the back, a 50pc first aid kit in the centre console, snacks in the boot, and insurance papers stashed somewhere.

his car is spotless bc he details and deep cleans it (both interior and exterior) every week bc he is very self-conscious abt his car (n his driving) be he wants his passenger(s) to always be comfy :((

will play (and let u play) any kinda music but during significant soccer matches he will always play a live audio coverage of the match! so im v sorry if u wanted to listen to the new TWICE album but germany v spain is on so ur gonna have 2 wait ;´༎ຶਊ ༎ຶ`;

MIKAGE REO

in the rare occasions that he drives himself and not by a personal driver, he talks a lot. like a whole fuckin lot! but no one can complain be its not like he's dominating the entire conversation!

that kind of driver where the trip otw to a place is better than the actual destination! dygwim??? sometimes u both ditch the og plan for a random burger joint on the side of the highway

if he picks u up he's always early be sometimes he wants to drop by a spot (oooh guys he knows a spot ᵔ.ᵔ) he wants to show u! ps his car has heated seats and massage options മ◡മ

MICHAEL KAISER

ness has to be in the car with him for ur sake... bc if he's there at least u have someone that actually talks about things and includes u in stuff... unlike kaiser who only talks abt himself LMFAOOO

has pictures of him littered everywhere in the car... u open the sunshade? there's a polaroid of him that falls out :/ this mf the type to sign his car in hopes of making mad bank off reselling it some day as a collector's item of "the great king, kaiser!"

the type of guy to wink at every road camera in case he gets caught for committing a traffic violation ("u can never let them catch u lacking!" kaiser dawg u goin 40 over the limit!)

OLIVER AIKU

has a "honk if ur single" sticker plastered on his back window but always forgets so he gets annoyed whenever ppl honk at him (dawg makes his own problems LMFAOO)

pulls up to red lights next to a conventionally attractive person to roll down his window and wink at them @_@ the police station has definitely received multiple calls from ppl due to his... violating behaviours...

his car smells like his deodorant bc he douses himself in it before he gets out (sorry if ur asthmatic)

#bllk #blue lock #bllk headcanons #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #chigiri hyoma #nagi seishiro #barou shouei #shidou ryusei #oliver aiku #michael kaiser #reo mikage #gagamaru gin #dia's writing ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

[pcril]

*     ◟    :    〔   song hye kyo  ,      cis woman    +   she/her    〕     sae yujin ,      some say you’re a  forty-two year old  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  ambitious  and  impatient,  one can’t help but think of  the ghost on the shore by   lord huron when you walk by.    are you still a    replicant mechanic at  stoneage industries,     even with your reputation as the phantasm?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and    looking at the mirror that looks back at you as a stranger — you do not know who you are, family doesn't inherently deserve respect, harsh is the line drawn between the heart and mind   although we can’t help but think of the doctor (john wick 3), seo mi-ri (vincenzo), wendy carr (the mentalist)    whenever we see you down these rainy streets.     

ENTER THE PHANTASM .

You wake up to the sound of a knock or doorbell being rung at the dead of night. Again. Sure, it's known that your door's open to off the record repairs, but now you're starting to regret not having a more set schedule. What you do on the clock taxes you at an increasing rate. You're not sure how much longer you can stomach it. How much longer until you can look at her in the eye. But you still get up. Wrap yourself in a modicum of comfort and answer the door to help whoever's in need of another broken part as always.

PUBLICLY KNOWN FACTS:

Name: Sae Yujin

Appearance: Equal parts impeccable and messy. It's only a matter of time before your clothes stain with such extensive repairs at work and at home. When not on the clock, she tries to wear the embodiment of comfort. Loose fitting clothes, minimal layers, well cushioned sneakers.

Warmth always lacked in her household. Though the conditional love by both parents was taken in stride; always with her chin up and steely gaze unwavering. A trait that had both mother and father crown her with adequate pride.

The first time her diligent ways wavered came in the form of a younger soul. A little girl born with scintillate, starry eyes and a cry that shook the evening sky itself. The very same baby sister that was fed with the same gilded silver spoon, and spoken to with even higher expectations than the last. What with the ferocity she had come into the world. A fissure first formed between Somi and their parents. Rebellion struck at a young age to achieve goals on her own terms and not of traditions past. To her credit, she achieved them in due time ( if not quicker ) than Yujin had. Yet where pride should've been lent, spite soured within the hearts of dearest mother and father.

She had something innate that they lacked, and she dared to deviate from customary ways? Unacceptable. Despicable, even.

The foundation of Yujin's very own devotion followed suit; now made of hairline fractures that cracked away from their parent’s iron gripped control. Traditions waned the more time she spent with Somi to learn new, innovative ways to grow in power and thrive. Defiance reinforced her bones and nonconformity layered steel over her heart. For the first time in her young life, she was made known of unconditional love for family. A bond made of blood and likeliness, Yujin was willing to support her sister no matter how cruel home was. Time and time again, she would intervene the spats and punishments dealt from the very people that were supposed to nurture them. Even when the direct repercussions of an experiment gone wrong had fallen onto herself.

Skin and muscle horribly burned, she held firm against their parent’s ire for the unforgivable insolence. They forbade any professional aid to help her heal seamlessly as punishment for being unruly —only enough attention was given to be sure infection wouldn’t set in. Foolish of them to think she would be ashamed of such a scar, for she wore it with pride from then on out. A reminder of just how blinded her parents were for reputation and power.

With a metaphorical wedge driven between the family and two of the Sae children ( they’d never be ostracized – couldn’t for the overarching reputation ), they both stubbornly lived their own lives as seen fit. All until one half came to a sudden final destination. Oddly enough, Somi's passing is what brought the family back together. For they all loved her in their own way; some more harsher than others, but no less valued. And while they all coped differently, her father took things a step too far.

See, her father is the type of man that obsesses until perfection. It's what landed him a position as the original crew to turn the concept of replicants into reality. He really pushed himself to give Stoneage's creations that extra realism ( and uncanniness ). And in doing so, he happened to pull a few strings.. Spin his own personal project with Somi as the subject.

Her replicant was publicly released with the others, but kept a secret from Yujin and her mother. So imagine her surprise, her initial horror, to see such a familiar face come alive once again. She might wear the same face, but that isn't her sister. Equal parts devastated and.. Relieved? Yujin threw herself into studying everything there is to know about replicants. How they're generally created, how to mend every single part back to perfection, how to look at her so-called sister in the eye again. The shock's done well to numb her thus far, but it's starting to slip. She's beginning to stomach the full bile of uneasiness. Starting to silently doubt her purpose in the industry as a whole.

TLDR: growing up at home had always been suffocating for yujin and her sister, so they split once they were able. both were strong, fiery spirits in different ways (fire vs. ice) and things were good for a while. unfortunately, her sister passed in her late twenties. while everyone within the family was struck with grief, her father coped with it differently. the thing about her father is that he was one of the original scientists hired to take on the concept of replicants becoming reality. definitely the mad scientist sort. so her sister was remade as a replicant to fit his image of her. less rebellious, more sweet, lacking that spark that truly made her sister so unique. while horrified by her father's actions, it's undeniable that some of that grief ached less. it's like she's still here, but not.. exactly. so while yujin tried to sort out how she truly felt about it, she threw herself into knowing everything about repairing replicants as a whole. except it's starting to wear on her in more recent days.

#lawlessintro #sae yujin — dialogue . #sae yujin — inspo . #tw death

[arcplaysgames]

yo do y'all wanna see the most awkward conversation in the history of mankind

This fucking cafe date is like sitting with the two finalists for the Stepford Smiler competition. Also both of them have this nigh-identical false edge to their voices, like they both would rather be having a glass sundae than be sitting here. I have no idea what the fuck is going on but the vibes are Atrocious.

Anyway, Kasumi thinks that the Thieves are nice in theory but if they become a certainty in society, everyone will get worse because there will be no impetus to improve yourself when there's a phantom safety net.

Which I don't wanna be mean to Kasumi, she seems nice, but she sounds like a Centrist a bit lmao. The Thieves' actions in best case scenario would be propelled by failures in the system that necessitate extra judicial intervention. At the moment, that's not really the case and I think the biggest fault the Thieves have is their interest in fame and success. That in of itself is a very loud recurring drumbeat so I think the game actually intends to contend with that.

I'm developing a theory, and basically it's that Akechi closes his eyes and smiles every time he's Fucking Lying.

Speaking of, I got the arcade date and wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.

Eyes open.

Eyes closed.

You know, Adachi being Fuckt snuck up on me through P4G because at the start it manifested mostly as a hapless ditz who had a really weird mean streak.

Akechi tho. He is a walking alarm bell. I think if I was walking down the street at night and he was coming towards me, I'd walk to the other side. There is something deeply unsettling about him.

Also the joke about shooting Reverie. /sucks on teeth

What I know about Reverie's situation from the framing device and the cold open is that he was doing a heist and then he was betrayed and got captured.

There are still more party members incoming, i think Kiore said 3 or 4 more. However, I can't help but be fairly certain who did it already.

I just don't know why. He already has a quiet simmering hatred of the Thieves that I don't really understand yet. Unless he's working with Sae's boss and is part of this big conspiracy thing to do something.

Otherwise... I can see a situation in which Akechi baits the thieves (maybe baits them into doing that big casino heist) and his ulterior goal is to capture the Thieves? Bc he does seem obsessed with his Performance as the Detective Prince.

I don't know. All I do know is Akechi is the most Stepford Wife guy of all fucking time.

But also he def wants to tap dat ass. That too.

Now onto the OTHER siren alarm of a human being.

Maruki is actively a terrible therapist, it's kind of amazing. He's so intensely unprofessional all the time, he had a whole convo with Makoto where he kept making judgements on what she was saying instead of directing the session, he inserts himself into the conversation constantly. He's a BAD THERAPIST.

and THEN

WHO IS THE VILLAIN OF THIS FUCKING GAME

IS IT THE FUTURE PRIME MINISTER CONSPIRACY GUY

IS IT WHOEVER IS PRETENDING TO BE IGOR IN THE VELVET ROOM

IS IT AKECHI WHO HAS FUCKING VIBES

OR IS IT THE SOFTBOI THERAPIST WHO WANTS TO BRAINWASH EVERYONE INTO HAPPINESS BC BOO HOO PAIN IS SCARY

jesus CHRIST

at least I feel reeeeeeeeeasonably confident that this game isn't going to have an Izanami ass-pull eleventh hour villain reveal because they are setting up OPTIONS already

tho god i hope i haven't just jinxed it /knocks aggressively on wood

#p5 #persona liveblog

[overdevelopedglasses]

Tojoctober Day 19 - Costume

(Every day, it's the same old craziness)

Alt title is from the stylized lyrics of Get to The Top

Saejima enjoys the peace of nighttime Kamurocho, before something sinister breaks loose in the city…

(no spoilers!)

—-------------------------

It's that time of night in Kamurocho where it’s surprisingly calm in the streets. The typical hustle and bustle has died down, as most denizens have found their way to bars or restaurants within the sector of the city. Saejima is enjoying the peace and quiet, his hair styled into a ponytail (which he thought looked damn good on him), olive jacket slung over his shoulders, his boots swishing through the still puddles on the pavement. 

Saejima spots a man on the other side of the street, walking a bit…strangely.

Of course, it only takes a couple seconds for Saejima to realize not only who's across from him, but that he doesn't exactly look right.

“Majima, what the fuck are ya doing?”

“Graaaaaaaah, I’m comin for yaaaaaaa, brotherrrrrrrr”

Majima doesn't look too healthy, that's for sure. His skin is a much paler shade than usual, blood is all over him, and his good eye is a bright red instead of its normal brown. 

He's walks towards Saejima for a few more seconds, before swiftly lunging at his oath brother.

“Ack, the fuck!?"

Saejima defends himself from Majima, who almost bites him in the neck.

“Graaaaaaah, Sae-ji-maaaaaaaaaaa"

Saejima turns to run but then sees…. a second Majima. This one simply groans at him. 

“This is getting weird, Majima."

Saejima starts to walk the way he came, slow enough to not look like he's making a break for it. More zombie Majimas appear from the shadows, and it's only a matter of time before Saejima will be overwhelmed by... whatever is happening.

“How many guys did ya recruit for this shit???"

He then sees another figure, at the entrance of the street, defending themselves from 3 other zombies who were attacking him.  

Saejima knows there's only one person Majima would harass like this.

He has a plan.

Saejima breaks into a sprint, bolting towards the other man. The zombies behind him give chase, but Saejima has enough of a head start to make it to the other man before he is caught. He delivers a haymaker to the zombie on the man's right, while he faces and counter attacks another zombie with a lightning fast punch, sending it flying across the road. While this man looks a bit sweaty, these shenanigans are no match for one such as Kiryu, who looks surprised by the assistance.

“Saejima-san!? I thought you were still out of town?"

“Got back this morning, Kiryu-san. Hope my family wasn't too much of a problem."

“No, actually, they were quite pleasant." Kiryu counters another zombie, this one sent slamming into a wall a few feet away. Saejima grimaces a bit at the impact. 

“Any idea why this is happening?" he asks the dragon.

“Majima-san figured out I was in town a couple days ago. This is another plot of his... he's trying to get me to fight him." Kiryu responds plainly.

“Wait, another? What else has he-"

The two are interrupted by a loud cackle.

“Caught ya!"

The zombie that Saejima is pretty sure is his oath brother (everyone else looks slightly off) saunters up to the other men, standing a few feet away from the pair.

“Thissssssss is gonna be good!" Majima cackles again.

“Majima-san." Kiryu steels himself beside Saejima. However, Saejima only smiles at his brother, unintimidated by his display.

“That was a snake hiss brother, not a zombie moan. Yer pretty bad at this."

Majima looks to be offended. "BROTHER!? Are ya mocking my impression???" he says in his normal voice.

“I don't recall zombies speaking that eloquently, either." Kiryu retorts, also boasting a wide grin.

“Yeah. What's next, are ya giving me a submachine gun, Majima?" This sparks a rare laugh out of Kiryu.

“Give Akiyama-san two pistols and set him loose on the city! That'd be a real threat!" Kiryu jokes.

“Nah, he'd kill one of us before hittin a zombie." Saejima says, deadpan.

Kiryu laughs again, this time Saejima joins in with a small chuckle.

“Hey! I'm the threat here!" Majima waves his arms around in an attempt to get the others' attention.

“But believe me, Saejima-san. This isn't the weirdest thing he's done to try and fight me." Kiryu says, calming himself down.

“Oh no." Saejima says with a worried tone.

“Oh yes. He's-"

In a swift motion, Majima's blade is thrown between the two men, silencing their conversation immediately. 

“Maybe we should entertain him? There’s always time to catch up later, Kiryu-san." Saejima proposes, knowing that they’re one move away from getting jumped by the Mad Dog.

Kiryu nods, and the two turn back to Majima, who clears his throat and turns towards them. Saejima does see more zombies emerge from the shadows, so he begins to keep his guard up.

“Ok, ya may have figured out that I’m not a real zombie.” Majima starts, “But, there are many things that I am better at than zombies. For one, I’m not gonna kill ya if I win this fight!”

“What fight?” Saejima asks. He can tell that Majima isn’t really posing too much of a threat to the two men, especially if they tag-team him. There’s only so much agility can do against brute strength.

“Yeah, you’re not more threatening than any other zombies in this state, Majima-san.” Kiryu replies.

Majima seems really confused for a second, but then falls back into the bit, “Well, I’m much more handsome than any zombie you’d come across.” Majima says, winking at the younger man.

“Not when you’re looking like that.” Kiryu says under his breath. Saejima hears it, and lets out a hearty laugh.

“What the fuck, Kiryu-chan!?” Majima says, apparently hearing Kiryu’s roast as well. Kiryu looks surprised at the outburst, a slight bit of redness flooding his cheeks.

“What’s something you can do that a zombie can’t do, brother?” Saejima askes, hoping to avoid a surprise attack.

“Well… did you know that zombies can’t do this!?" Majima shouts, before doing what can only be described as the hustle. One of the zombies produces a boom box and begins to play a song that Saejima has never heard before. Kiryu seems to recognize it, but Saejima figures now isn't the time to ask.

Instead, they both stare blankly at Majima, whose eye shines with expectancy.

After a few moments of seemingly awkward shuffling, Majima leaps up into his typical fight stance.

“Augh, fuck this! I'ma stomp the both of ya right here, right now!"

Saejima glances at his ally. “Kiryu-san… ready to go?"

Kiryu nods, “As always, Saejima-san. Are you good with the crowd?"

Saejima smirks, head swiveling to take scope of the battlefield. “Always have been. Let's go!"

The ensuing skirmish would be talked about both within the Tojo as one of the most spectacular things to have witnessed or be a part of, and outside the Tojo as the wildest thing people had seen in years.

#yakuza #tojoctober #kiryu kazuma #rgg #majima goro #ryu ga gotoku #saejima taiga #majima would continue to do majieverywhere stuff whenever he knows Kiryu is in kamurocho #majima would also be a jealous asshole im calling it #kiryu really was thrown in here last second but he fits #I'm not sure why these two just decided to (lightheartedly) bully Majima but I guess that's what happened #sometimes the words just work out that way #in other news #i looked up blorbo today bc i wanted to know what it meant #i now realize i have a few blorbos

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“With vases, to one Lady Adeline had”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

If Maud will weary sides ‘King, you aren’t. Thought, that she heard great; if stars blacke horror of the day. Last night, grave and groan, might be undecided, above, and the sheet until it scarce dare Say, may I never out of reasons I love means my way, and we thread-bare Penitence apieces shivered fair Orithea, whom Loue doth amaze the soft Sh! With vases, to one Lady Adeline had not be, but modesty with thee?

               2

Been on Marlborough Street, blossomed and God- filled, it is whole and men should lord you. So the end of a poet. It is a mass of men, then the budded peaks out. Yon cloud of its clue? Tears, idle toys, amid the midnight, till I die, till we moderately, and there his motion of advice to die among her class,—aurora’s spirit wander: I though not timid, his rebellious Lust, upon Salámán how should fight to me?

               3

I have but earth, doth wake, must I restraine. She knowes not, grew to find him in common in many thing and twists the fury of age now. To do it has used. Again the world, or else he brands were vex’d. Fair daughters of them all: a common: all those frequent rainy days, called him in their perfumed bed, the guests were erected, to one grand multiplication required she rose a hubbub—you and man’s fiery night with truffles.

               4

Upon the girl! Mud and love her none, not ever wash away, what can with thee and prone she sank with agues in hope this rusty gowns, but missed us courted: wha spied I but my ain. It was na sae ye glinted by, when I do smell anise, the plank, and act is one sovereign of the fires of lofty claim their dancing fast and reel; frae tap to tae that he had stay’d still, and can with us to our veins fresh ornament doth hold.

               5

The same. I trust my dizzy head. Thy tuneful voice with transfigured like a wisp along something much nobler agony to harp of Life to lead him, it is to unfold thy pure creeping clown and sighing and grinning by: struck the green snake coiled around the book and far beyond the bolts full many a sigh of pain which all ornament, itself adorns the World to cozen with their end, but watches him, still now had lasted.

               6

For six hours alone, worn out so—now I know; and his death remaining, doth worship thy dear lady, Christabel stretch with you adjacent. Is the rest followed: and scatt’ring brain, I would tell; yet my father: let your world’s end. In their efforts should a creatures dear. Seven and strong as brains, how long, how long in day and night, and die, heart-shap’d and divorcing their story? Is twice or three. I have found, I will not care, and take the ring.

               7

The barrier like a pear, or is it to my mind. Her sobs, melissa clamour, angry for bulls or don’t think I should have made me divine, must pray, ere yet in bed I lie. You are some old dull murder-spot. Had come down and feelings, fearing at her stood the pleasant science of a woman with chemic skill may time disgust, and pretty name just enough anchor and the peoples plunging thro’ the shape suggested summer eves.

               8

Dozed, snored. Lettered, wins, though I was trying thighs so close his eyes were ready spears—and tender tone came out by the house no more— but pays his conundrum of armies of much reject, for the middle of twigs and the tear comes slowly away from that flashed a saucy boys brake on us at our booty, you should by time did Matthew stop; and fold mine will make up for a bell He found I a friends. Oh, the body. His tyranny.

               9

Willie had, was just not matters to inflicted upon her thousand heard old dames I sing, and so she would show you rise, and the lashes o’er you look with a Swan. These words of nature to have sinn’d! Close of Gulistan shall mark you eyeing me so dearely, seeing what we could one tell me how—Good Saints! Stronger, darker ways. But do not know whence the moorland! Will yet be well as death, we bow’d our heart and frights in shame o’t.

               10

Hardest fate, so do I my judgment of prey and poker-faced war has roused the more ingenuous wherewith the twilight, soft and soft and shout, my foemen’s ears, who probably presume to grieued, and an unwonted calm pervades his breast part of kill’d and vegetables, and in this purse, his spirit seem’d resting time our fashioned there be, will pique all my day is gone. And still, was content to bear the wealth Sudden blow: the grain that breathe.

               11

Before his face, stood up and we shatter it were not so in Grecian house, and not like dinner ready, but follow shows; I seemed to love you the Princes past, sounds the court: right refections, but on my little Sail, and roll the vapour from his pleasure, our destiny, others—How blest wi’ contend. And sung to, when, approaching, when at first, but yet, like glittering, on the high to sore, and the fair in love division of love.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #215 texts #curtal sonnet sequence

[pinoyrella]

FIRST LOVE, HATSUKOI (Itoshi Rin x Y/n)

Chapter 1: "When Lilacs Bloom"

FT: Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Oliver Aiku, Bachira Meguru 

TW: None

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn 

WORD COUNT: 4,600+

“First Love, Hatsukoi” Masterlist

Someone once said; life is like a jigsaw puzzle. From our best memories to our most horrible experiences that make us want to curse at our destiny…

These are all unique pieces of our lives.

A ticket that was lost. A dress worn in December. A contract signed to “Blue Lock.” A romantic moment on the beach in the winter. A soccer ball that has your name on it. An athletic star that’s the same age as you. Dreams that never came true. Love stories that ended. People who drifted away from you.

What about those big mistakes? Are they also part of the picture?

-

[ November 16. 2016 Age: 14 ]

“A muscle contains bands of fibers that are attached to the human skeleton.” As you walk alone through a familiar field, you study the notes in an old binder . “They are the tissue connected to the bone that allows for movement, balance and function!” Young y/n was so fascinated with the study of bones, muscles, movement, and the human body. An aspiring doctor focusing in the field of kinesiology. “Welcome! I am Dr. L/N, Ph.D in Kinesiology, speciality in Sports Medicine, from your diagnosis it has been listed that you are suffering from a strain in your pectoral muscles.” You giggle as you imagine yourself assisting a patient in your own clinic. “Not to worry, I’m here to help!”

[ November 16. 2036 Age: 34 ]

A young woman drives around through the late nights of Kamakura City, just getting off work. Though, her lips pursed as she tries to focus on the ride, the street lights glowing brighter in a way that causes her vision to blur and her head to ache.

“What would my life be now, if I had never met you?”

-

[ Fall Semester, 2016 ]

You make your way through that familiar field, heading towards your campus. You are now in your 2nd year of junior high. Though as you walk, your mind is somewhere else. In your hands holds your beloved old binder, the one you have stored years of notes you have taken relating to kinesiology. 

Ever since you were as young as you can remember, you have always had this fascination with the study of movement. How does movement happen? Why do certain body parts bend in different ways? Why is it when you land in a certain spot, you feel a painful stretch? At a young age, you find yourself having these thoughts as you watch kids your age run around playing various sports. But there was one that stood out to you the most, one that caused the gear switch in your brain to turn.

You watch as your friend plays soccer before you. “Interesting..” You whisper to yourself, loud enough to have the young boy stop in his tracks. “Pretty cool right! Sae-nii taught me how to do this a few days ago. Want to see what else I can do?” Your childhood friend Itoshi Rin asks. You shake from your thoughts as you give him a smile. “Sure!”

As you continue your pace, your focus elsewhere before- BUMP! You take a step back, startled before spurting out an “I’m so sorry-” Though- as you begin your apology, your gaze moves up to meet familiar eyes. “Rinnie!” “Don’t call me that.” The boy immediately replies bluntly before pursuing his steps. You smile sheepishly before picking your pace up, catching up behind him.

Your best friend, Itoshi Rin has changed an incredible amount since you two were small, and the same could be said about you too. Many events that had occurred led up to how you guys have grown, let it be good or bad. 

Just as you are about to speak again, you hear a shout to your name. “You! Come here!” You freeze in your spot before turning to meet a faculty member. “Teacher, good morning-” “Ladies are to enter through that gate” He interrupts, pointing to the opposing entry way that parallels where Rin was headed. “Sorry!” “This is your second year, you should know the rules by now! And quit bringing this binder to school- if it isn’t related to any of our courses then leave it at home. It is a distraction, what would your father think-" "Her binder is educational, why can’t she bring it to school?” A cold tone creeps onto the conversation.

You feel your entire mood shift to the mention of your father, until you feel Rin’s light grip on your wrist. “We are going to be late for class.” He says to you. “Itoshi Rin! How dare you talk back to someone older-” Before you know it, he takes off with you dragging behind. “ITOSHI!” The teacher yells after him.

As you both run off; your glance falls between him and your hand, then back towards the faculty member attempting to run after you. It feels odd, like everything has begun to play in slow motion. A smile overcomes, as you take in the situation unfolding, thinking to yourself

“He’s a pretty good guy.”

-

[ Fall 2036 ]

A young boy sits in his seat staring outside his classroom window. “Which means B equals R-” The voice of his teacher becomes tuned out as he loses focus. “We can put A and B on the x-axis, so we draw them in.” The young boy admires the blue sky, illuminating such a warm yet cold feeling. “Oliver?” The sound of his surname brings his focus back to his teacher. “You’ll have exams soon. Make sure you focus.” “I’m sorry sir.”      

Transaction History 160,000 ¥ to Oliver Aiku

The same young boy sits in his room, headphones in as he studies his curricular from school earlier that day. Deep in concentration before hearing a knock on his door. Removing his headphones, he turns to meet his dad on the phone with someone. “I got it, I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay, bye” He hangs up and the young boy asks. “That was Mr. Itoshi Sae, isn’t it? Will I stop by again to examine the play offs?” “No son. He’s away for familial reasons, so I arranged another teammate to under-wing you.” Oliver Aiku replies back to his son before turning to meet his gaze. “Studying again? I told you there's no need for this.” The young boy looks away hurt. “Ike, there is no need for studying. I am going to make you the world’s best striker. Just focus on your training, I’m going to make you great.” His father says before receiving a notification on his phone, which prompts him to leave his son’s room. “Okay.” Ike says softly watching his father walk away.

-

[ Fall Semester, 2016 ]

Your eyes light up watching your best friend, Rin, play on the field. Examining his every movement and how he plays strategically. Watching him play the way you have all these years.

The sound of cheering can be heard as a group of students watch their school’s soccer team play. 

“Itoshi’s a little scary, but he’s cool, right?” One of the female students in the crowd converses to her friend. “Totally, right! I had my eye on him.” She replies to her before the two erupt into a fit of giddiness “You think he has a girlfriend?” From hearing that odd question, you subtly turn to face who might have asked that.

“Y/n” The sound of a familiar male voice speaks, you turn to face Rin as he holds a towel to his forehead. “What’s with that look on your face?” “Huh? It’s nothing” You lie, averting your eyes away from him. “It obviously isn’t nothing.” He saw right through you. You turn your gaze to him one last time before rolling your eyes, you shove him lightly in a playful manner. “Rin.” You say his first name with endearment.

Rin. Rin.. Rin!

-

[ November 16, 2036 ]

Rin snaps out of his thoughts, turning to his team mate calling for him. “You don’t want to go home, you want to practice some more don’tcha?” Bachira jokes to his teammate. Rin rolls his eyes in annoyance before his friend continues. “If you don’t have plans, Isagi, Nagi and the rest of us are planning to e-” “No.” Rin harshly rejects before letting his friend finish. “You’re no fun” he cries as Rin quickly grabs his belongings, then leaving.

Stepping out from the gymnasium, he makes his way to his car. A familiar lilac color catches him from the corner of his eye.

Rin places the small bouquet of lilacs in the empty passenger seat beside him, he had just purchased them from the sweet old vendor that was passing by. As he starts the car a familiar song begins to play on the radio. Instead of skipping, he turns the volume up before driving home. Reminiscing on a beautiful past memory that felt like it was not too long ago.

[ Spring of 2017 ] "Around this time tomorrow" You struggle on your tippy-toes, reaching for the beautiful lilacs that are blossoming on the tree branches above you. "I wonder where you will be" From far, Rin watches you. The wind blows the lilacs of the spring, slowly onto your hair. "And who you will be thinking of" Trying to get a closer look, you try your best to continue reaching out to them, before they bend down closer to you. Your head turns to the side towards the person who have helped bring them down for you. "You are always gonna be my love" Your eyes meet Rin's examining the lilacs too, before coming to meet yours. Never have you felt such softness from a gaze of another person. Rin looks to you before looking back at the lilacs, bringing down closer to you. You reach up to feel the flowers tickle your nose, as you inhale deeply of the calming scent it extracts.

Rin arrives home, entering his luxurious apartment from the years of being a pro athletic star. He carries the bouquet of lilacs into his bedroom, laying them gently on his desk, before sighing as he touches the soft petals, remembering that day.

-

[ Fall Semester, 2016 ]

Rin steps out of his school's gymnasium, he scans to where you both usually meet, only to find one of his teammates conversing with you. He watches in curiosity.

"Y/n, please go out with me! I have movie tickets-"

"I'm sorry!" You reject your classmate immediately before running away, leaving him in shock.

He and Rin watch you run off, before Rin chuckles in satisfaction to himself. He claps his hands together and thanks the universe. Not too long, Rin follows for you knowing he was the one you were waiting for, after all it's your routine. You study in the library while he practices soccer, then walking home to either one's house. You both were stuck to the glue since you were small, knowing each other from the inside and out.

-

[ November 18, 2036 ]

You are mid-day in your shift at your family's bakery. As a little girl you have grown accustomed to helping your parents run their small business. Studying as you check guests out, you were so loved by everyone who would come in. Though ever since your father had long passed, things haven't been able to stay the same.

[ Summer 2007 ] "What is it you're reading y/n-chan?" A regular customer asks as your parents prepare their order. "A book about bones!" You take the large and heavy book in your hands, pointing to where you had just left off at. "Did you know there is a large bone located at the bottom of your heal called the calcaneus?" The customer looks at you with an impressed expression on their face before turning to your parents. "She's only 5?" Your parents look to each other giggling at how adorable you were to impress another dear customer with such intense knowledge at a young age. "She loves to learn." Your parents have always known you were meant for great succession. "That is one intelligent young brain" The customer compliments, before leaving. At the age of 5 everyone saw you as a growing prodigy. Your IQ was off the charts, along with your brain development. It seemed nearly incredible just how much you spend educating yourself. Could you be a lawyer? A governor? Maybe the president? You greet the customer to have a good day before hopping off the stool running towards them. “Mama, papa, I want to be a doctor!” You declare this promise. Your parents swore they saw light shine from you as you confessed with such joy. Your passion stood out beyond, and your parents did everything they can to help polish this gift of yours. “Your brain is a one of a kind y/n-chan.” Your mother praises before your father leans down “Our shining star.”

Who would have known that the very same daughter, would continue helping her mother run their family bakery. Her promise long forgotten.

As you wipe the counter, you find an old book. Taking it into your hands, you flip through the pages before stopping at one that holds a picture of you and a young boy. Taking the picture out, you think of him with such love before placing the picture back in, and continuing your work.

-

Another beautiful morning in the Kanagawa Prefecture. Rin rolls his windows down as he drives off to his old family home, for a little "family" reunion.

As he pulls up and parks, he sees a familiar red head, waiting for him by the front door. As Rin approaches the door, Sae gives a stoic expression before giving his younger brother a soft smile. Rin following suit. "Welcome home big bro."

The Itoshi brothers enter their childhood house until a young girl runs up to Rin. "Uncle Rinnie!" She cheers happily. "Maruko-chan, how are you?" He smiles softly at his brother's daughter, before picking her up and walking further into the family home with his brother.

-

Your shift had just ended, and you are now at a mall, searching for the perfect gift for a special someone.

You make your way from a shoe department, to belts. Leather wallets displayed in a glass case along with calligraphy pens. No item catches your eye that you feel would be suitable for this person so dear in your life. It makes you kind of feel like you hardly even know them anymore.

Looking at the time, it seems to run out so you leave without any purchases from these departments. Making your way to the meetup.

Pulling up to a luxurious gated house, you make your way to the monitor, requesting for someone. "Long time no see" you get the ick hearing the voice of your ex-husband, Oliver Aiku. "Hey, I'm here to pick up Ike as planned." Before you know, you see your teenage son make his way to your car with a backpack. "Thank you" You tell your ex-husband as your son enters the passenger side. "See you later." You hear Oliver say before a BEEP is heard.

You turn to look at your pride and joy, your son Ike. "How are you?" Asking as you drive off. "Okay" he says bluntly, almost awkwardly in a way. "Are you hungry?"

Making your way home to your apartment, you prepare to cook a meal for your son as he gets situated. As you cook you hear the click of the front door. Stopping your actions, you look towards the door seeing your son. "I'll be back later." He says before going out. Before you can say anything he shuts the door, leaving you alone.

You sigh quietly before looking to the calendar right besides the front door that reads on today's date "Ike's 14th birthday." You return to your cooking. Realizing you forgot an ingredient in the fridge, you open it only to find the birthday cake you planned to blow out for your son.

-

"So how have you been?" Sae asks his younger brother as they are seated at their family's dining table. Maruko in the chair beside her uncle as she plays around with her coloring book. "It's been the same." Rin replies bluntly before turning his attention to his niece. "What is that you're drawing? That is so cool" He says delightfully before his brother smiles with this interaction. Almost like how the years of distancing from his brother, the words said that one snowy night, the game they played against each other, and the years of not talking had never happened.

Rin's phone buzzes with a notification, his attention from Maruko leaves before he checks it. Sae watches as his younger brother enters his password, his expression changing into surprise.

"That number. 1 1 1 8." Rin looks at his brother in embarrassment before getting defensive, he gives his brother a glare. "That is a breach of privacy." "It's of her, isn't it?" Rin stays silent. "Are you still-" "It's not like that. There's no deep meaning- just that nobody would figure it out if I lost it." He refutes. "Uh-huh". Rin pays his brother no mind before reverting his attention back to Maruko.

Though, his full attention wasn't on her, but on the thougt of you. Thinking if he will ever see you again.

-

[ November 18, 2016 ]

Rin steps out of the gymnasium, ready to end the day with you by his side before he sees a familiar scene in front of him. He stays quiet as he watches the interaction.

"Y/n!" The boy yells, startling you. "Y-yes?" Rin watches in amusement, wondering how this will go down, already knowing you will turn the guy down just like you do with every confession before.

"Do... d-do.." Rin fights back an internal laugh before the boy confessing to you can even speak. "Do you like..." Good god, Rin just wants to go home and this rejection is taking forever. "DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FOOD?!" The boy asks loudly startling you. You are taken aback and think out loud, do you? "Um.. I like-" before you can answer, the boy sees Rin and cries "Nevermind! I'm sorry" before running off.

You watch confused before seeing a figure from the corner of your eye. Rin moves past you, then looking back. "You ready to go?" You nod and blush in embarrassment, your best friend probably saw the entire thing.

The walk home was so close, but a bit too quiet for your liking, after that recent event. "I got asked my favorite food." You say still confused on that interaction. It's silent before Rin responds bluntly. "I think asking someone what their favorite food is, means that you like that person, right? I think he liked you, I'm surprised you didn't catch that considering how big your head is" You blush in embarrassment before retaliating. "What a weird way to say you think I'm smart, because I am!" You stomp ahead of him faster. With one lunge forward, he's already caught up to you again. Your angry demeanor diminished, replaced with laughter. He smiles too as you two make it home.

He walks you to your front door, as you open it the familiar scent of your mom's cooking escapes and as much as he wants to come in, he isn't able to tonight. Watching as you step into your door, he turns to leave before you call out to him. "Rin!" He turns back around to look at you. It is silent for a bit before you begin, "Then what about you?" He looks at you with a bit of confusion. "What's your favorite food?" You ask him. "Me?" He takes a moment to think, he's surprise he hasn't had this exchange with you before, he thinks to himself if he even knows your favorite food. After all, you both have been friends since you were 5! You guys literally live and breathe each other, best friends for what? LIFE!!!!

He takes a moment to think before answering "Ochazuke" it is a bit quiet, your mind replaying the memories of him eating ochazuke almost all the time as a kid, realizing there is a missing component. "with bream?" You ask. He's shocked that you knew that. "Especially with bream." He confesses, earning a giggle from you. "Goodnight Rin, get home safe. I'll see you later." You tell him before going in.

He waves you a "bye" as he heads off. 'What a random question.' He thought to himself before getting home.

Opening up his laptop, he hits the "call button" and shortly, his brother answers. "What" is heard on the other line. Rin then proceeds update with his brother as he's in Spain, and to tell him about the weird and random question you had asked him.

"She was confessing her feelings." Sae says on the other side of the line. "Huh? What do you mean?" "You stupid? Do you understand context?" His brother says annoyed, though Rin plays it off as playful sibling antics. Sae lets out an obviously annoyed sigh. "Before asking you your favorite food, you were talking about how it means you like that person. Then that's not a question, it's a confession!" He finishes, ready to hang up the call. Rin sits there in disbelief before getting up, grabbing his sweater before running out.

You on the other hand, sit at your desk that is in front of your window. Your binder propped open as you take notes and study. You are deep in focus before you see a familiar figure running in front of your house.

-

[ November 18, 2036 ]

You drive around looking for your son with worry. He hasn't replied back to you calls or texts in the past 9 hours. "Later.." You repeat to yourself, as you are unable to find him your grow with frustration. "When is later! Where could he be, is he alright?" As you drive you remember the feature on your phone, you check to see that your son is sharing his location with you indefinitely, before beginning your drive to him.

You stop in front of... your family's bakery? Parking, you run inside only to find him in a secluded corner, studying? "Ike?" You call for him, he looks up at you before looking at the time.

"Mom I'm sorry, I didn't see the time- I was just-" Before you can finish you engulf him in a hug. Relieved that he is safe. Not too long your mother comes from the counter. "Why didn't you tell me he was here?" You ask her. "I didn't even know you had him in town today. Besides, he wanted to study."

You both look to him before you let out a sigh of relief, immediately returning home. The drive home was quiet, but as you made it through the door of your apartment, your son apologizes again to which you tell him it was alright. "I have something for you." You guide your son the the kitchen where you prepare his birthday gift, along with his present.

Ike lets out a small smile towards the gesture, blowing out the candle then opening his present, which was an envelope.

"I wasn't sure what to get you, so I bought you a gift card." You say as he takes it out. He thanks you as he gives you a warm hug. Small moments like these give you the memory of love that you feel had been forgotten, though it was time to take him back.

-

[ November 18, 2016 ]

"Rin?" You say yourself before you see him running towards your door.

You drop your studies and immediately sprint down, before he could know you swing the door open, startling both of you. "Rin? What's wrong?" You ask before noticing that rain began to sprinkle. "You'll catch a cold." You say as you try to yank him inside, yet he doesn't move. Instead, it takes a moment before he grabs you, pulling you close to him. "RIN-!"

He hugs you tightly as his eyes begin to gloss. "Rin?" "What about you y/n?" "What?" "What is..." as he begins to ask, the rain starts to come down harder, but he holds you even closer, shielding your head to prevent the rain from touching you. "your favorite food? What is it?" You close your eyes as you share the embrace with him before answering "Shrimp."

He lets out a small chuckle as he holds you, your childhood best friend that you had grown up and endured so much with. He pulls away before cupping your cheek. The rain beginning to pour on the both of you, soaking your hair.

"I like you." Itoshi Rin confesses. Years of keeping it to himself, he confesses that he does, finally. "Ever since we were five." He looks into your eyes, watching as your eyes get glossier than his. It feels as if time has froze, the way you both look at each other with such endearment, although eyes filled with tears threatening to escape.

"Please go out with me."

"Yes."

The rain pours as you continue your reply. "Me too. Rin, I like you too.” Tears began to spill from both eyes as you hug each other in an embrace so tight.

Time, standing still is about to start moving

So many things I don't want to forget

Around this time tomorrow

I know I will be crying

I will be thinking of you.

[ November 18, 2036 ]

You will always be inside my heart

Rin bids his brother and niece a farewell as he starts his drive home.

There will always be a place just for you

He turns his car on, and on the radio plays the same song he had heard of yesterday.

I just hope I have a place in your heart too

As he drives, he thinks to himself that he feels the coincidences recently are all too haunting.

Now and forever you are still the one

It was like every memory of you, the existence of you is coming back stronger than before.

Now, it is still a sad love song

"Will I ever see her again?" He thinks to himself as he enters the roundabout.

Until I can sing a new one

As you drive your head begins to hurt again. You squint your eyes to see the roundabout coming up. You begin to slower still your eyes focused on the road.

You are always gonna be my love

Rin looks behind him as another car comes in. His eyes expanding, not believing his eyes.

If one day I fall in love with someone again...

He slows down on driving, examines if it's really you, watching as your eyes squint ahead of you. You look beautiful, just as how he last saw you in person. All the memories and feelings he had of you shock him there, but before he could say a thing he sees as you begin to drive forward.

I'll remember to love, you taught me how

Noticing how ahead you are of him, he presses on the gas, an attempt to follow you before you make a safe right out of the roundabout. The speed he was going at, he wouldn't have been able to do the same so he misses.

You are always gonna be my love

He looks forward as he continues to drive and then back, still in shock of seeing you again in person after all those years.

"Every moment is an irreplaceable piece of our lives."

Now and forever.

"But what if... you lose an important piece?"

A/N: Merry quisssmoisssss everyone! Wishing you all a happy day and yeah! I hope you enjoy chapter one, and hopefully it wasn't too confusing. I really wanted to follow the format similar to the series hehe! See you next chapter!

-love, p 🌸

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[monstercu]

Not me finally trying to draw a demon-sona for myself and instead drawing a very creepy demon🥲

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[rainsoughtflowers]

Hihi! Uhm I was wondering if you could do headcannons of what It would be like to date Sae-byeok? Thank you!!

-(This time it's your fluff starving demon)

holding up the universe

tw/cw - none.

a/n - hi anon, here is your fluff. don’t cry anymore

- kang sae byeok isn’t one for words. she finds it hard to verbally express the way she feels, unbelievably difficult in her mind to forge the thoughts spiraling through her brain into comprehensible syllables. instead, she finds herself through actions, and much prefers this method when expressing how much she truly cares about you. leaning down to tie the laces that have fallen loose around your shoes. handing you a small snack when she knows you haven’t eaten for several hours. she’s gentle in the way she pulls on the end of your sweater to keep you from wandering off in an unknown direction, guiding you by linking your pinkies together to prevent getting lost. and at the notice of a small shiver that shakes your body, she’s wrapping the jacket previously on her frame over your shoulders and going about your day without giving it a second thought.

- loves the cats that she finds strolling through the streets. you’d be on one of your routinely walks through the city when the girl pauses in her steps, staring at a small ball of fur hiding between the cracks of the alleyway. without a word shes crouching down and extending out her hand, and perhaps knowing of her kind nature the kitten trots forward and nudges its nose against her palm. it grazes along the skin and allows her to scratch between the space of its ears, and you smiled at the soft look that paints the image of sae-byeok’s expression.

- was left shocked the first time you made her a home cooked meal. it had been but a simple surprise during one of your outings, gifting her a small box wrapped in cloth paired with your blindingly bright smile. at first she stared at you, wondering what was hidden in the object that she took from your grasp before brown eyes widened at the sight of steaming rice and cooked meat. her eyes would flicker between you and the box, trying to comprehend the sudden gift bestowed upon her. eventually she shook away the shock enough for her to gently pick up the chopsticks you had brought and take her first bite, swallowing down the warmth and emotion that tried to lodge itself within her throat. “it’s really good. thank you.” she’d say, before taking her time to savor the feeling of home that came with your food.

- kisses you like you’re a flower she’d crush in the palm of her hand. sae-byeok’s fingers trembled against the apple of your cheeks the first time you kissed, salty tears upon your lips and shaky breaths taken in through her nose. your own hands clutched tightly onto the fabric of her shirt, hoping it would stable your being from ascending due to the feelings that surged through your chest in that moment. the euphoria from the feel of her appendages press lightly against yours, the fear that she’d slip away the moment you breathed to catch your breath, the burn that scorched your skin with the press of her body tightly against your own. and yet the flushed cheeks and bruising of her lips after she pulled away, still ghosting along your face as she sucked air into her lungs had you throwing all rational away and diving in for more. disregarding the thorns and allowing her to nurture the petals.

- sae-byeok has trouble sleeping most nights, leaving her to stare at the ceiling in utter silence in hopes it would come to her eventually. it never did, but she found that admiring the peaceful state of your being helped lull the thoughts that kept her awake. one arm kept her propped up as she stared down at the form asleep in her bed, lips agape to let out soft snores and hair pillowed around your head. her fingers, rough and calloused push aside the loose strands from your face, gliding down to your arm and brushing the skin with the pad of her thumb. she stared, mesmerized by your being and feeling as if she didn’t deserve such a happiness to swell inside her chest at the sight of you.

- listens quietly to your rambles. the relationship you shared with the girl went one of two ways. a comfortable silence that fills the atmosphere, leaning your head on her shoulder and staring at seemingly nothing or disrupted by your words speaking of whatever came to mind. the events of your evening, the worries that troubled your heart and the splurge of facts that came with the hobbies and interests you adored. sae-byeok would never interrupt the flow in which you speak, for she quite liked the sound of your voice and the smile that graced your lips when talking of something you loved.

- sae-byeok who wants to be a better person for you. she’d quit pick pocketing and remove herself from gang affairs, cleansing herself of the sins she committed. blood washes down the sink with the ticking clock that indicates the passing of time. she isn’t ashamed to show the dark parts of herself, wanting you to know about each and every thing that makes up her being. and yet she wishes to better herself for she wants to give you the very best that you deserve.

- defends you until the edges of the earth. despite being a quiet soul, she does not fear confrontation when needed. securing the dreams you expressed to her and picking up the pieces of yourself that slip through your hands with each harsh blow of reality. you, with such a beautiful soul, merits the hopes in forms of twinkling hues and beams of sunshine, ones she wishes to keep held up to the sky.

- makes no protests as you tilt her chin up, bringing the damp cloth to smear the cut prominent on her face. hickory gazes into your own as you remain focused, careful as if she was made of the finest porcelain. worry clouds your vision at the questions that arise and form inside your head, mumbles leaving your lips in halfhearted words meant to be a scolding. however you cannot bring yourself to remain sad, not when she gazes at you as if you held the whole word. instead you’d place a pastel bandaid over the gauge and lean forward to allow your lips to linger along her skin.

- knows you’re the one the moment you manage to bring out a smile on her brothers face. winter nips at your cheeks and bring color to the skin, and yet you and the young boy smile as you hand him his christmas gift, a small family photo framed in the prettiest of crafts made by your hands and a stuffed animal to accompany the present. he links his arms over your shoulders to express his thanks, you patting his back as you lock gazes with the girl a few feet away. you’d never erase the soft smile that brightened her features that cold winter night.

- lives for the stars that reflect in your gaze. she noticed it the first time you lay on the ground, side by side in the middle of nowhere. grass itched at her skin and heat blanketed the atmosphere despite the cooler temperatures, and yet she ignored it all to watch your attention directed towards the sky and the palm you held out as if gracing the stars. it was supposed to be simple star gazing, listening to your indications of the constellations that littered the sky. she couldn’t help but think there were far more prettier things in life to admire.

- sae-byeok loves you in a way that’s pure, a garden she grew just for you. there may be creases in the petals and weeds in the dirt, but she never fails to pull them from their roots and admire the flowers despite the peculiarities. she loves in a way that requires no words and no definitions, just the presence of her soul intertwined with your own.

menu. upside down peach cake.

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[dragondemoness]

Could you do the female Phantom Thieves with an adopted child that is heavily implied to have had a very sad and painful past before they took them in? The child is very quiet, timid and fearful and is prone to nightmares and crying.

I sure can

Female Phantom Thieves with an Adopted Child Reader who has a Painful Past

Warnings: mentions of child abuse

Ann Takamaki

Originally, you had been adopted by Kawakami

But because she was so busy, she needed someone else to care for you

So she brought you to the class and introduced you

Ann immediately loved you (platonically of course)

You were just so cute!

So she offered to care for you

Kawakami hated to let you go, but she had no other choice

She explained to Ann that you were quiet and timid and that you were prone to nightmares

But she didn't tell her the details of your past

This made Ann want to adopt you even more

But it took you a little bit to warm up to her

You rarely spoke, you flinched when she tried to touch you, and you just tried to keep your distance

The only person you ever trusted was Kawakami, and now you were in a completely different position than what you were used to

Ann was sad, but she assumed you must have had a terrible past, so she didn't push you

But she was determined

She put her modeling career on hold to spend time with you

She fed you sweet snacks, gave you comfy clothes to wear, and told you tales about the Phantom Thieves without spilling her secret of course

You finally started to warm up with her, which made her happy

She lets you sleep in her room at night, cuddling you close to her protectively

When you have nightmares, she's always quick to soothe and comfort you

Also introduces you to her friends, which was overwhelming at first, but now you have a family who cares for you

She also brings you to school, and Kawakami checks on you every day

She misses you a lot, but she knows that it was best for you

And she's glad that Ann is taking good care of you

Makoto Nijima

Her sister brought you to their house and introduced you

You were hiding behind her, terrified

Makoto was immediately concerned and asked what happened

Sae had just gotten through a very long and tragic case

She was at your house, where your parents had been arrested for child abuse

Not knowing what else to do, Sae brought you to her house

She didn't tell Makoto the details, she didn't figure you would want that

She just told you that you were quiet, timid and prone to nightmares

Sae is also a busy woman, so she had to rely on Makoto to care for you

She wanted to wait a little while for you to recover before finding another family for you

Makoto happily agreed to care for you while Sae wasn't there

Like Ann, she brings you to school with her

Being surrounded by so many people, Makoto became the only person you were comfortable with

You start to hold her hand when you're at school with her

Mildly shocked, but she's glad you trust her

When it comes to your nightmares, Makoto isn't entirely sure how to comfort you, so she just holds you until you calm down, and trying to soothe you with her words

She's afraid of the dark, so she sleeps with a night light, and it does help you a little bit

Eventually, Sae (reluctantly) asks Makoto if they should find another family for you

Neither of them want to let you go, but they ask you if you want to leave

And you refuse

Makoto is absolutely overjoyed you want to stay with them

So is Sae, but she doesn't show it

Both of them are super protective of you and will not let anyone or anything touch you

Makoto will beat their ass up and Sae will get them arrested

Overall, you are the perfect addition to their family

They love you like a little sibling, and they never want to let you go

Futaba Sakura

Joker found you on the streets and asked Sojiro to let you stay in the cafe

He agreed, of course

When Futaba is ready, Sojiro lets you stay at his house

Futaba doesn't know how to interact with a child, so she's kind of awkward

But at the same time, she has never met anyone who can relate to her more than you

She's still awkward and learning how to socialize with people, but the last thing she wants is for you to feel neglected and alone, since Sojiro is at the cafe all day

You're in the same boat, because you're afraid to talk to people

Futaba tries to entertain you by playing games with you, showing off her Featherman figures, and trying to make you laugh with that ridiculous mask of hers

You decide that you like her

And Futaba likes you too

Both of you improve your social skills through your time together

Her sleep schedule is absolute shit, so she's awake all the time while you sleep in her bed

She keeps the light dim on her electronics so it doesn't bother you

When you wake up crying from a nightmare, she's startled and blanks at first, not knowing what to do

She has nightmares too, and never had anyone to comfort her

She decides to just hug you, awkwardly quiet and stiff

But it helps, and you fall asleep on her

Futaba.exe has stopped responding

After recovering, she gives up and falls asleep holding you

She falls asleep earlier now

She wants to be closer to you when you have nightmares

Futaba always brings you to the cafe when she leaves

Sojiro adopts you along with Joker and Futaba

He is very fond of you and always gives you a free cup of coffee and some curry

Joker is basically your big bro too

When you come over, he'll ruffle your hair and tell you tales about the Phantom Thieves subtly bragging about himself

Sojiro watches the three of you have fun and hang out with each other with a small smile

Never a dull moment with these guys

Best family to ever have familied, move aside Nijima sisters

Haru Okumura

Like the last one, Joker found you and brought you to the cafe

Out of everyone, you were the most attached to Haru

She loved you the second she saw you

Unfortunately, she can't adopt you because of her asshole father

But she visits you every day, whenever she can, and she brings you fancy chocolate

When her father dies, she adopts you with no hesitation

Now you're living the rich, lavish lifestyle

She's also super busy, so she either has you hang out at the cafe, or she brings you to work with her

She let you stay in your own room, but when you started having nightmares, you started sleeping in her room

She's very soothing, rubbing your back, petting your hair, and whispering words of comfort while she holds you

Keep in mind, as comforting as she is, this girl will get violent if she has to

Like if her asshole fiancé comes around, poking fun at you or scaring you

No matter how scared she is of him, fear becomes anger

She's bout to fetch the axe-

And when she's done telling him off, or God forbid something worse, she'll turn to you with a warm smile, take your hand and leave

Apologizes for scaring you or making you anxious, and swears that she'll never hurt you

Scary as she can be, she is very attentive and comforting to you

And as long as she's around, no one is ever gonna lay a finger on you

Note: I just had an idea for a part two, where the Phantom Thieves discover the child has a Palace or a Jail

If anyone wants that, lemme know

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