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arlestial · 7 months

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hello hello! i'm really fan of your work and i'ld like to know if you could make rin boyfriend headcanons please? thanks in advance! :) bisous de france and don't forget to take care of yourself <3!!

❝He looks up grinning like a devil❞

synopsis : Rin Itoshi thought he wasn’t ready for love, ever. Until he met you. And now; his heart isn’t really his anymore.

pairing : Itoshi Rin x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : none, just some fluff, some suggestive mentions - (just some kisses) but nothing really developed nor important here (kind of enemies to lovers at first, tho)

word count : 1850~ words

author-note : it’s been 8 months guys, and I’m deeply sorry for this - clearly not intentional - hiatus ! I’ve been busy with my studies and my mental health but it’s all better now <3 I’m going to answer to the few requests I have in my ask box as soon as I can. It’s longer than what I excepted 😭.. Thanks for your request, hope you like it anyway. Gros bisous à toi, et passe une super bonne journée ! (N’oublie pas de te reposer surtout)💗 take care of yourself ♡

RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. Constantly putting a facade between him and other people. Maybe it was a shield, not to be hurt again. Maybe it was a weapon, not to be approached again. He was lonely. And he knew it very well, deep inside of his slewed heart. But wasn't solitude better than suffering? So he sticked around his old mentra. He had other things to attend to, to think of.

RIN ITOSHI despised you. No- he hated you, with all his guts. You were so annoying; always talking to his teammates, laughing with them as you brought water bottles so they could drink. Could you just do your job without talking for once ? When Ego announced you were going to replace Anri for a few weeks, because she was severely ill, he swore he was going to jump out of the window. It could’ve been anyone else - but no, Ego chose you, you out of all the qualified, useful, and actually smart people out there who wanted the job. Why ? He wasn’t the type to complain, he couldn’t care less, but just seeing you on the field made him feel a boiling anger deep in his stomach, and you felt it the first time you laid your eyes upon him.

"You got a staring problem, perhaps ?", you asked, raising an eyebrow at his staring. He looked so fucking irritating, his cold and condescending gaze fixed on you. Your tone betrayed your harsh thoughts.

"No. Just wondering why you look so boring and annoying even though I’ve never talked to you.", he answered, with a mocking tone - still, his face remained neutral, judgmental even. You scoffed.

"The feeling’s mutual."

Since that day, you two argued with each other constantly. His teammates never seemed to understand why; and Rin was too busy thinking about what comebacks he could said to your petty insults to actually explain them why you were so.. frustrating. He couldn’t understand it either. But seeing your shocked face, your scoffs and your protests, your upset behavior tainted by a sharp words just brought something new in him, something he couldn’t explain with proper words. Joy maybe ? It was fun to tease you. And it was also easy, too.

RIN ITOSHI, in all honesty, took a liking in this little game. He wouldn’t admit it, though. So, when the day came when you stopped answering his bittersweet notes and decided to ignore him, he felt strange. Weird. Why ? Wasn’t it the whole point ? Bore you until you stop to annoy him ? Why was he missing your plain, insignificant comebacks ? Your rude attitude towards him ? And now he was jealous. Jealous to see that his fellow teammates had all your attention. He wanted your attention all to himself. Because what Rin Itoshi wants, Rin Itoshi gets. And there was no way you were going to ignore him longer. He couldn’t bear it.

RIN ITOSHI decided - by his own chef - that it was enough. You were surprised, to say the least, to see Rin in front of you, completely silent, looking at you dead in the eye. You frowned, taking a step back. (Definitely not scared because he was creepy)

"Okay… I don’t think that staring is your only problem, I guess.. Can you-"

"Can you shut up, for once ? I need you for something.", he cut you before you could even finish, and you rolled your eyes. So ignoring him didn’t solve the whole thing.

"So now, you need help ?", you added, amused, "I thought you were a big boy that didn’t need the help of a "unqualified, dumb, assistant","

"I’ve changed my mind. Do you want to be the one to blame if we lose the next game ?"

You weren’t paid enough for this job. So you just sighed, accepting your defeat and your fate. Without further discussion, he dragged you to the gym. And that’s when the whole, well, quite unusual tradition took place at first.

RIN ITOSHI apologized. For his rude behavior, for his sharp words, while he was training in the gym - as you were watching his progression, of course. Every day, you were at the same hour at this exact spot in the gym, talking to Rin as he was training his already sculpted body. He was still teasing you, but this deep boiling anger in his stomach became, day by day, more.. pleasant. Until the day Isagi walked in, interrupting your little chat, and winked at him, murmuring in his ear to "make a move". That’s when he connected the dots. He had feelings for you.

Confessing his feelings was hard. Especially since Anri came back. You were supposed to leave in a few days, and Rin couldn’t help but feel the sting in his heart. Was he going to see you again ? He couldn’t let you go just like that. Not after what you’ve did to him. So the last day, after you had greeted all his teammates, you walked out the door of the Blue Lock’s building, a sigh leaving your lips. He wasn’t there. How foolish to think that maybe, your feelings were reciprocated. You walked away, until something - no, someone, grabbed your wrist. It was Rin. You turned to face him, surprised. You opened your mouth to say something-

"I like you. A lot. Fuck- No. I love you. Don’t go just yet. Please."

And how could you refuse this confession ? (You can’t anyway.)

RIN ITOSHI and you started dating after that. He was a little stiff at the beginning; the man wasn’t used to be loved nor taken care of. So you taught him. Light touches here and there; Rin was a quiet, shy, yet attentive lover. He wasn’t too fond of PDA : first, he didn’t want to include you in paparazzi issues, and second, he wasn’t completely comfortable in public in general. He would put his hand on the small of your back in a crowded street to show you the way, lock your pinkies together all the time, probably press a kiss on your hairline; but that’s all he would do in public.

"This way, love. Careful, we don’t want you to get lost, do we ?"

RIN ITOSHI, in private, is a touch-starved, self-deprived boy who needs your whole attention and affection. Please, cuddle him. Let him be the little spoon, and he would absolutely melt. He’s putty in your hands as soon as you reach for him. Lay down on the couch, with him resting on your chest, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep as you fingers play gently with his hair, softly scratching his scalp just like he likes it. If you stop, he will wake-up in no time; glaring at you with a slight pout on his lips.

"I didn’t know I asked you to stop."

"My hand hurts, Rin."

"Bold of you to assume that I care."

"Please ? Just for 5 minutes.", he added in a whisper after some seconds, practically begging for your touch. His sudden change of attitude caused you to chuckle.

RIN ITOSHI absolutely dies for your kisses. He lives for them, okay ? Your plush lips pressed against his, with you sitting on his lap as his hands traveled to the back of your thighs, holding you in place. One arm around his neck, the other hand supporting yourself by grabbing his shoulder, he swears he could spent hours just making out with you. His tongue buried down your throat, bodies grinding and pressed against each other’s as you both let your eager lips devour your love.

RIN ITOSHI who kisses your insecurities away (literally). He knows exactly what it feels like to have insecurities and to be misunderstood about them, so don’t worry (he’s definitely an overthinker too.) You’re not going to be insecure on his watch. He would reassure you all the time, taking his precious time whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hyping you up. He wants you to be the most comfortable possible around him. Communication is the main key in your relationship. He took some time to finally let down his walls, so he intends you to do the same : without any pressure, of course. You can trust him, he can trust you. You both rely on each other’s back, and you can always count on him for anything. He’s not a man of many words, but for you, he would make an effort.

"Shh, darling. Come on, look at me, please,", he gently tilted your chin up for you to look at him, "dry those tears, my love. I’ve never met someone as strong, as beautiful and as courageous as you. If only you could see yourself with my eyes.. Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous of you. Honestly, they should be jealous of me. After all, what did I do to deserve an angel like you ?"

RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. And perhaps you could heal the broken inner-child that still suffer in silence today. But with certainty, with you, behind closed doors, maybe- maybe, for you, he could grow into a whole different person.

"I think that.. I think that I like the person I am when I’m with you. Does it make sense ? Yeah. You bring a side of me that I don’t want to let go. I think it’s a soulmate thing, don’t you think so ?"

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #blue lock rin #blue lock rin itoshi #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk rin #bllk rin itoshi #rin itoshi #rin #rin x yn #rin x y/n #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x gn reader #gn reader

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shokiren · 22 hours

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ʚ "KEEP THIS SECRET, WILL YOU?" pairing: itoshi rin x reader

summary: you, anonymously, run a gossip corner in the schools daily newspaper. the question of your true identity arises in many questions each day, and you must act oblivious to it all at any costs– though, the only people who are aware of your identity are some of the seniors in your literary club, and your closest of friends. though, your anonymity is soon endangered when your quiet classmate, itoshi rin, learns of your little secret. can you charm him to keep your secret?

a/n: hi loves! 'tis time i come back with yet another series, though i'll try not to cancel it this time and actually work on it <3 pls believe me this time, istg i won't. i hope u like my silly lil idea. i know, the question of 'teachers' arises so i'll leave it to ur imagination to answer it on ur own, but just think that the teachers think of it as harmless fun. enjoy reading, dear reader! (this was inspired partly by lady whistledown) warnings: tba.

profiles ✩: the bangers (y/n's group) | the footballin club (rin's group) THE CHAPTERS ↓ ✩ chapter i: going to kms <3 summary: tba. ✩ chapter ii: tba. summary: tba.

future chapters will be added with time.

taglist status: open

#✩: “keep this secret will you?”#itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #itoshi rin x yn #rin x yn #itoshi rin x y/n #rin x y/n #rin itoshi x you #itoshi rin x you #rin itoshi x yn #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #rin itoshi #[⭐] starmail incoming!

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lxcalmenace · 1 year

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How would bllk boys react after a fight with you?

Ft. Chigiri, Nagi, Bachira and whoever you like

Thankss!

Thank you for this request!

°•How would Bluelock boys act after a fight with their s/o•°

F.t. Chigiri, Nagi, Bachira and Rin

Gn!y/n and pure fluff

Tw: none

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☆Chigiri Hyoma

You hardly have any fights with Chigiri. He's an understanding and overall a perfect boyfriend. But if a fight sparks out between you, Chigiri, the gentleman he is, will definitely apologise first. No matter who's wrong, Chigiri will be there with your favourite food and some flowers. You guys sit, talk it out and soon enough you find yourself doing selfcare with Chigiri. By the end of the day, you've already forgotten the reason as to why you two were fighting in the first case! He will be extra clingy and expect him to treat you like a princess.

☆Nagi Seishiro

You guys probably had a fight over silly stuff like Nagi being lazy or him thinking that eating his food is a hassle. You decide to give him a silent treatment leading to him complaining to Reo the whole day and soon enough, he'll come crawling back to you; demanding for attention. He'll apologise to you, leaving you with no choice but to forgive him (I mean who wouldn't forgive him?) You then spend the day cuddling with each other, with Nagi occasionally giving you a peck on your head and lips. Honestly, fighting with Nagi is just like loving each other all over again.

☆Bachira Meguru

Fights with Bachira is like riding a roller coaster; you'll never know about what is going to be spilled out next from his lips. You get angry and decide that its just better to leave him alone. What really caught you off guard is him calling you at 2am apologizing, "Y/n I'm sorry. The monster told me to do it I swear! Please come back, the bed feels cold without you :(" You reject him as a joke and oh boy! He's out at your doorstep the next day, looking all messy and clearly sleep deprived. Bachira then proceeds to give you a handmade 'Apology card' and you just can't help but embrace him right then and there. He would definitely spoil you with kisses to make up and take you out at an arcade to forget everything and have fun.

☆Rin Itoshi

You're definitely having a migraine after fighting with Rin. He's just so stubborn that he refuses to hear you out. So be it, you give up and just get back to your work. Hours pass peacefully, soon you realized that Rin had probably gone out. You pay no mind and simply get ready to get to bed. You were going to drift off when you hear the door opening followed by the bed beside you sinking in. "Are you asleep?," you hear Rin whispering in a soft voice. Ignoring him, you pretend to be asleep. Nothing happens when suddenly you feel two strong arms pulling you close to him. You were startled but still managed to play off as being asleep. "I'm sorry for what happened today y/n. I thought about it and realised that I was the one in the wrong. Shouldn't have yelled at you, I hope you forgive me" Rin whispered softly with the end barely audible. That was all you heard before drifting off in sleep in Rin's arms.

#bllk #bllk anime #bllk x reader #bllk x yn #bllk scenarios #bllk headcanons #chigiri x reader #nagi x reader #bachira x reader #rin x reader #bllk boys x yn #yn senarios #chigiri hyoma #nagi seishiro #bachira meguru #rin itoshi

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natsukicookies · 8 months

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"Step into the captivating world of 'Love Unlocked' where the boundaries between reality and fiction blur in the most unexpected way. Follow the journey of a young girl who meets an untimely demise only to awaken in a realm beyond imagination. Transported into the pages of a manga titled 'Blue Lock,' she discovers that her new life resembles a gaming experience, complete with status screens, quests, and unlockable romantic interests.

As she navigates this surreal existence, our protagonist realizes that she is no ordinary character. Residing in the narrative as Ego Jinpachi's younger sister, her path is intertwined with the manga's storyline, presenting both challenges and opportunities. With every quest she undertakes, she gains experience and levels up, each step revealing new facets of her character's depth and unlocking a range of potential romantic partners.

Side note: this series is gonna be long and i mean it. Long like more than 90k words

℘ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅᧁׁυׁׅꫀׁׅܻ

Chapter 1: Siblings in Play: A Kick of Connection

Chapter 2: Embracing Digital Mysteries: Unveiling Love and Identity

Chapter 3: New task: Weaving New Connections

Chapter 4: missing keychain: playing detective and getting a new friend

Chapter 5: the promises we made the kiss we had

Chapter 6: new year, new hell

Chapter 7: the itoshi bros

Chapter 8: hearts eyes and the error in the system!

Chapter 9: ice cream on the t shirt

Chapter 10: Turquoise Twinkle: A Day in the World of Soccer and Surprises

Chapter 11:

Chapter 12

Chapter 13???

Chapter 14??

Comment if you wanna be in the tag list

#reader insert #x reader #fluff #x yn #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #rin x reader #itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itadori x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #bachira x reader #reverse harem

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shunshunrika · 9 months

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One of These Nights - Rin Itoshi x f!reader

He is gentle. Surprisingly so.

His lithe fingers spend an eternity, intertwined with the locks of your hair, twirling them round and round. He always tucks them behind your ear because they keep tickling his nose. He smiles into the nape of your neck as he feels the subtle tickle.

"What?" you ask him, turning your head to face his sleepy, smiling face.

"Nothing." he says, shaking his head. "You're just so cute."

"I am?" you ask, raising your brows and blushing furiously.

He makes you turn around so you are safely encaged in his strong embrace. He places the tip of his nose on your forehead.

"I have met so many good people this year..." he says softly, his breath warming your forehead.

"that counts me?"

"You are the best, of course." his arms tighten around you as the sound of giggles fills up the room.

The moonlight makes his eyes look like crystals as he leans in, and you wonder if there was true happiness, this was it.

#blue lock #bllk #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #fluff #smut #angst #x reader #x female reader #x y/n #x you #x yn #scenarios #shorts #drabbles #thirsts #headcanons #fanfiction #story #fanart #art #nagi

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aesterblaster · 1 year

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Hedonism and Heavy Spending

Summary: Headcannons about how the Blue Lock characters would pamper their s/o or show love through gift giving :} , no warnings, gender neutral , askjendieufbiuebd can you tell my love language is gift giving TT

Characters: Isagi, Chris, Aryu, Rin, Reo, Niko

Songs: Putting on the Ritz - Mel Torme , I've Got A Crush On You - In The Mood , Sh-Boom - The Chords

Aryu would be a pathetic pile of a man if it wasn't for your weekly spa day. Of course he loves quality time more than anything and genuinely cherishes the moments he can spend with you instead of training or on the field. Aryu shows his love through small gestures as much as big ones, applying different spa masks with you while watching some painfully bad romance movie you two can giggle at. Sometimes you swear that he doesn't actually enjoy these types of movies and just turns them on because he likes listening to you laugh. (Which...true..)

When it comes to big gestures, expect your closet to be full with every piece of clothing you've ever had the impulse to buy. Hulls are common with him. Why not make sure that his beloved looks just as good as him? He studies your wardrobe, makes note of every style you enjoy, and matches it effortlessly. Aryu knows it's cheesy, but he loves seeing your face light up at the packages stacked against the doorway from all your favorite brands. And yes, he insists on wearing matching outfits.

Isagi is a very modest and down to earth person from a middle class background. He never really needed to save, but he never needed to spend either, type of deal. So when he gains fame and wealth from his soccer career he doesn't really know what to do with the money left over after he donates piles of it to various charities and future Blue Lock projects. A considerable amount ends up going to you. Why not enjoy traveling if he has to do it so often anyway? Or get a vacation home for when you two want to get away for a while?

Honestly, he enjoys seeing what life has to offer and being in new situations where he can really flex his brain. So expect to be brought to a ton of puzzle rooms and different types of niche resturants. If you see an experience that piques your interest just tell him about it and he'll make sure to make time in his busy schedule. After all what's the point to life if you two just stay cooped up and stop going out? Isagi relishes the feeling of solving a puzzle with you or even the drive there, resting a hand on your leg as he asks you for directions.

Chris of course gets brand deal upon brand deal, but surprisingly enough he keeps all those products away from you. As much as he puts on an act for cameras, he knows the difference between quality and something designed to work only twice. The only piece of work he brings home with him is Prince Water (which actually does taste really good). But, he is extravagant what can I say, the smallest gift you'll be getting from him is probably jewlery.

He genuinely loves you and prides himself on being able to make your life a nice and easy one. Although his ego does come into play, with many of his gifts having small reminders that they were from him, they're always catered to you. A car modified to your needs, a specific book case that fits perfectly into the corner of your office, anything really. He's usually a bit aloof, but as long as you adore him he'll adore you and pay extra attention to what he gives you instead of just throwing brand names at you.

Rin would rather die than admit this to you, but he actually appreciates it a lot when you give him gifts. He only really realizes that that's a thing he can do after you give him something for your "when we met" anniversary. Then he's head over heels for gift giving. A form of showing his love that can be exchanged wordlessly? Yes please. While he struggles to fully grasp it at first, not knowing what to get you to fully show his appreciation, he eventually finds his groove.

He enjoys just existing around you, so most of the gifts he gives you are extremely practical and can be used around the house. Rin isn't one for flaunting or hitting the town and most of the time the two of you need a staycation to rest after all the travelling to matches and interviews. The biggest gift he'd ever gotten you was a pet animal of your choice (as long as it's not something too exotic/dangerous lol) for your birthday. Albeit, only after months of you begging him.

Reo gives you big gifts without even thinking, to him an upscale vacation or getting new brand-name clothes for you is just a common courtesy. Honestly, if anything, you need to tell him to tune it down before people think that you're just with him for his money. Trust me, it's hard to start dating Reo Mikage but once you are you're guaranteed a level of luxury that you were previously blind to. He isn't the type to flaunt persay, he just doesn't think what he does is flaunting since he's grown up with it.

So what's really special, to you at least, is when he starts giving you smaller gifts. Things that might not even register as gifts. A doodle of you looking out the window or a small keychain that refrences some inside joke between the two of you. Something that only you would really understand, handed to you in passing before Reo turns to smile at you and watch your reaction. Don't bother thanking him, he'll just say not to worry about it.

Niko is honestly a huge nerd at heart. Expect a lot of books and novelty items from him. He will totally go to stores for audiences you didn't even know existed with you. Stores that sell strange mashes of anime merch and art supplies and food that have you stretching your budget. World markets are also a big place to visit for the two of you. He will beg you to take him similar places in whatever country you live in in turn.

A lot of his bigger gifts are for special occasions, Niko worries that if he gives you gifts too often they'll start to lose meaning. They're always extremely well planned out and usually take a lot of time. Like the time he brought you on a cross country roadtrip for your birthday. He adores freaking out with you over whatever obsession you're currently going through and spending time with you whenever he can.

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saenora · 10 months

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AAH OKAY MY GLITCHMODE!SPIDERMAN SAE 🤭

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sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 10 months

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Hungry Hearts 4

Itoshi Sae X F!Reader

You are Itoshi Sae’s Manager. Fielder of dumb reporter questions and keeper of his schedule. Among many others.

Timeskip. Sae is 24 and is officially a representative of Japan.

slowburn + idiots in love + romance + friendship/gen

MASTERLIST

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Chapter 4: Damage Control

It’s Meguru Bachira who sees you first, greeting you at the top of his lungs you’re almost afraid the people from as far as the other end of the stadium have heard. You mostly wish your arrival hasn’t attracted this much attention and yet it’s hard not to be cheerful at Bachira’s ever-enthusiastic welcome. You smile as you reciprocate his high-five, always grateful at the younger man’s good humor and easy company. Sae looks up at the sound of your name.

“If it isn’t my favorite manager!” You laugh and Sae barely bats an eye, although for a moment he does resist the impulse to throw a curveball at the back of Bob Cut’s head, as he’s long since stopped trying to correct him that you’re not their i.e. one of the team’s managers, just to be very clear.

The event that you’ll be accompanying Sae to tonight does not actually require you to meet up with him until seven—he’s made it a point of mentioning this twice—but you let him know you don’t mind linking up earlier. You quite enjoy watching Sae play anyway, official matches or otherwise, and the current squad—most of them Blue Lock alumni—are always a fun bunch to be with in their downtime. As you followed closely behind Bachira up the bleachers, you manage to avoid tripping over the massive foot that has stuck out from the side, before a wide-eyed Nagi Seishiro is suddenly towering right in front of you, his palms up, assuring you that that was definitely for Bachira and he’s hoping you’ll forgive him. Somewhere, there is a one-sided screaming match between Barou Shoei and…a phone, or rather someone (or something) on his phone, and you might think it’s of a violent nature but beside him Chigiri Hyoma has a wide grin on his face, seemingly genuinely entertained by whatever might be happening, while Gagamaru Gin has his hand to his mouth in a makeshift megaphone, appearing to be egging him on. Maybe it is of a violent nature, after all, you can’t always tell with these boys. You only manage to catch Nagi saying “Oh, they’re still at it” under his breath before he, too, joins them.

You briefly exchange looks with Bachira who turns out to be just as clueless as you are, his confusion, however, instantly melting into a sly grin—whatever it is, it’s more likely trouble if not something silly, and Meguru is never not an advocate of trouble/the silly—before you hear someone else scream your name, once again, for the second time today. A loud, menacing boom that pierces the air this time from across the field, from one Shidou Ryusei, unafraid to announce to anyone who hears:

“I’LL SCORE YOU YOUR 5 POINTS, JUST YOU WATCH!”

Oh. Oh. You obviously have not been banking on Shidou remembering that silly little bet you threw at the gala party, and no less in his half-drunken state. Beside you, Bachira whistles an amused tone, apparently already too aware of whatever that bet was about. It’s only once you’ve sat down that you realize that Bachira has led you to where Sae’s stuff is—his distinct mini sports bag and flask you’d recognize anywhere—and while your mind is still reeling from Shidou’s proclamation, you see Sae approaching your seat—his seat—almost at the same time as you do.

“Don’t worry, if Shidou ever scores those five points—which I’m betting that he will—you can always get Sae to fist-fight him and call the bet off.” You shake your head, profusely shushing him lest Sae overhears his outrageous proposal, even though you can’t help but find the image humorous.

“Thank you, but I won’t have him do that.”

“Ah. Or get Rin to sock him in the face for you, instead. You won’t need to ask him twice.” Actually, you won’t even have to ask him at all, Bachira murmurs.

“Hey,” you greet Sae with a smile as he slows down by your side, ignoring the warm, funny feeling that swirls in your stomach at his brief nod of acknowledgment, his gaze barely meeting yours as he takes his bottle out of his bag. Judging by today’s training schedule, the next one is going to be his second and last match for the day. He must be tired, you think, though he also looks like he’s barely broken a sweat from his first one.

A week has passed since you’ve last been to Sae’s place, have ‘nursed’ him back to health—tried to—have woken up to his silly, sweet (and silly sweet) gesture of burnt pancakes and syrup-laden wisecracks, have held his hand until you fell asleep in what felt like a fevered dream. (Yours.) You do your best to keep your eyes straight ahead even as you feel the tendrils of warmth up your neck at his proximity—him standing close enough your legs could touch if you wanted to—belatedly realizing that you’ve been holding your breath in this brief period only when he finally turns around to retrace a couple of steps away, water bottle in hand, fixing his attention back to the field.

Your interactions with him since have mostly returned to the more casual, neutral, friendly professionalism the two of you have always shared (bone-dry humor, barely-caught smiles, nonverbal communication, and all), and yet the more time passes the more you feel yourself resisting the sensation, or whatever it is, the memory seems to be tugging out of you, or the direction that it’s tugging you towards—the tiniest, most trivial of your interactions with him doing nothing less than fan the flames of…whatever it is that has taken root. One last glance at his face and something about his typical ice-cold expression makes you think—hope—that he’s not as hung up on it all as much as you are, so perhaps there is a source of comfort in this. You close your eyes for one second, regaining your focus.

“You know, some of us have been waiting for you to drop by,” Bachira muses out loud, pulling your attention back to him. “See if Shidou would actually be able to pull it off. If he does, it’ll be incredible.”

You laugh a little nervously. “I honestly did not expect he’d even remember.” And Sae, who overhears, decides against saying that, in fact, in the past weeks or so, Shidou’s never failed to bug him every single day over whether he’s brought you along this time or not so the guy could finally “show off.”

With your eyes straight ahead, Sae catches, out of the corner of his eye, the small action of your hand reaching for the base of your throat, fingertips drifting over the skin beneath the collar—that same anxious tell he recognizes, except now your fingers are curling back, eyes faintly squinting at the silent recalling of what isn’t there. With your gaze still glued on the scenery in front of you, you sigh.

He thinks, for a moment, that he should give it to you now, but then the whistle is already blowing for everyone’s attention.

“I mean,” Bachira, meanwhile, is still stuck in the same train of thought, cutting through both your ruminating, the two of you. “‘Cause five goals is still a lot, you know, even for a monster like that guy—“ he flashes you a big smile despite the implications of his words. “Lucky for you though, Sae will be his opponent.”

There’s a sort of given fact in there that he doesn’t quite point out. Or maybe does not deem necessary to be pointed out. But, then again, it is a given that any opposing team will have a difficult time with Itoshi Sae. Sae does not acknowledge any of Bachira’s musing; instead places his water jug back in his seat, before walking away and back to the field as unceremoniously as he came.

The deal about today’s practice match, much to your luck, is that Sae does not get into the game until the second half. The coach is not in cahoots with anyone in this silly little wager, by any means; it’s simply the agreed upon arrangement, prior—a sort of contingency training, or whatever. That’s not something you, or anyone, can argue against, of course, but as you watch Shidou attempt a second goal, another one not even ten minutes into first half and still fresh from his first successful goal—yes, you’ve barely blinked and the score’s already 1-0 with Shidou’s team leading—it becomes very obvious to you, and to anyone watching, what the guy’s game plan has been right from the start:

Shidou Ryusei is adamant on scoring all five goals before Sae could step foot onto the field. A meteoric feat, indeed, but just the right amount of crazy everyone thinks Shidou might actually be able to rise up to. Bachira loses it upon the realization of the guy’s casual madness. Even you, despite it all, cannot help but find the whole thing hilarious and astonishing.

When Shidou scores his third point, your section of the audience gallery (a loose crowd of coaches and staff and, but also, mostly players done for the day) erupts in screams. The way a hat-trick in less than a halftimet, if you try to imagine, since you’ve never witnessed one in person before. You hear a low ‘Yikes’ and you turn around to see Chigiri, now seated beside Bachira, with a smug look on his face. You are joined by Barou, Nagi, and Aiku, as well, the latter whom himself has just come from his last match for the day.

First half ends with a 4-1, with Shidou’s team leading. During halftime, you watch as Sae’s team congregate on how best to handle a Shidou who’s gone crazy. Sae mostly stays at the periphery, dribbling to himself, but no doubt listening in judging by how the coach turns to him intermittently for a word or two. Aiku strikes a conversation with you about your (and Sae’s) plans for tonight; an event by a sponsor, you tell him. Outside of your conversation, you overhear the Blue Lock guys debating on something you can’t quite figure out what, but never mind; you don’t mind staying out of it. You only get a brief moment of peace, however, because before you know it, the whistle has once again gone off to call the players back.

When Sae enters the field, something in the air shifts. It’s hard to pinpoint what it is exactly, but perhaps it’s in the stark contrast between volume and pompousness. Not that Sae is never greeted with screams of cheers—it’s quite the opposite—it’s just, this time, there’s electricity in the silence that looms over the small crowd—a silence that gives way to Itoshi Sae’s soundless lethal resolve.

It’s Barou, this time, standing with his elbows against the railing, who punctuates the moment with the cold summation:

“That guy’s about to fuck it all up.”

Once the ball is in play, Sae quickly deduces that the play with the highest success rate considering the current circumstances is the one involving Sendou, the forward he’s been eyeing up top. The opposing team’s #11 and #9 seems to have figured as much, just as well, as the pair is quick to forming a double wall around him, forcing the midfielder to momentarily restrict his movements—a maneuver that, as it turns out, is in itself a distraction for the two marking him. Sae gains enough momentum to step over the ball one moment before kicking it to his rightmost, luring #9 to that direction for just a fraction of a second at the same moment he turns his body around, all before kicking a nutmeg past between #11’s legs, easily getting through within the tight space between the two bodies as he retrieves the ball rushing forward; leaving the pair of markers, who can’t help but be mesmerized, in the dust.

“STOP HIM!” Someone screams, as Sae proceeds to meticulously, relentlessly dismantle the opposing team’s whole structure, one defender after another, and then some. Finally: Enough, Japan’s no. 10 seems to say, as he ultimately sends the ball to the far post—at the precise place where Sendou is—with a pass only he holds the secret of, a moment that gets the whole crowd feral. As they should.

Coming right off Sae’s marvelous pass, everyone watches with bated breath as Sendou is forced into a pinch by every opposing player on the defense, and it’s with both skill and resolve that he manages to get the ball out of his tight corner and into a seemingly random spot close to the penalty area, a spot that’s remained clear of anybody else for a good milli-second until Sae, from out of nowhere, zooms in directly in front of the ball, successfully trapping it between his legs. Nobody is given enough time to react, least of all the goalkeeper, as Sae merely hops half-a-step to rightly position his dominant leg, kicking the ball squarely and beautifully it is over before it even cuts past the goalie’s gloved hands and straight to the corner of the net.

A play expertly orchestrated by Sae right from the beginning and ends with him scoring the goal himself. The crowd explodes as the score climbs up to 4-2.

You catch yourself with the tips of both palms cupping your mouth, prompting you to exhale a shaky breath as you blink your eyes multiple times to shake the amazement away. Around you, you cannot help but notice your former-Blue Locker companions in varying measures of whatever might be analogous to shell-shocked. This was the guy who had, at one point in their youth, casually destroyed the best of their bests; suffice it to say that having to witness that one merciless play was not without some bit of trauma.

(Aiku, meanwhile, is the only one with a pleasant expression on his face, a look you can closely associate with entertained.)

Not too far from your seats, you catch Shidou’s playful chiding from the dugout, “Ya really think I’m about to let you steal my thunder?” to a Sae who merely affords him a brief, lazy glance.

“Relax,” he muses in response, in a tone that reveals nothing. “It’s only my first one.”

Because if you thought his first point was great, then you, and everyone, are in for a ride. What follows is a series of perfectly calculated plays and artful displays of control that now and again cements why Sae is the Playmaker, as well as the full-pledged player that he is; somebody who could create plays and score goals—two more excruciatingly breath-taking goals in this single practice match alone, case in point. A seemingly pointed and loaded display of scoring ability, perhaps, if one squints, as Bachira beside you has started to wonder out loud, himself, (“You think it’s a coincidence that Sae’s decided to do an overkill by scoring goals himself, instead of just, you know, doing his usual genius midfielding stuff this time around?”) a line of questioning you choose to ignore.

Needless to say, Shidou never gets the chance to score that one final goal of his. The match ends at 4-5 with Sae’s team winning. One could maybe argue that if he had entered the game sooner he could’ve scored all 5 points himself and not just a total of 3, and/or that—more than likely—the opponent (Shidou) would not have gotten to 4 points in the first place, but that’s neither here nor there; Bachira would like to argue, though, in his brief, post-match commentating (with his fellow egoists as audience), that Sae’s final assist was very much his, as well, if one considered the series of machinations he’d set in motion from the very beginning of the play—and here he goes on a lengthy, blow-by-blow recap/analysis of every single maneuver by Sae and by every other player on the field (his team, and otherwise) that has led to Sae making that winning pass to Kento Chou, an analysis that, surprisingly, has all of them agreeing. Sae’s game, after all, involves a lot of careful calculation and foresight, with every move having a purpose behind it.

“Unbelievable.” Nagi’s tone is his usual bored and unbothered, except the fire in his eyes betrays anything but unimpressed. “Did he have to do all that?”

“Tsk. He was totally showing off.” Barou’s casual annoyance, on the other hand, is barely able to mask his murderous rage. (On the field, you like to hope. Killing it on the field, metaphorically speaking.)

Oliver Aiku levels it all off with a cheerful laugh. “Aww~ but how cute!” suddenly turning to you with a twinkle in his eye, “how protective.”

The boys turn their heads to look at you as if waiting for your opinion; you blink once, hoping you’re not turning red in the face. “Playing his usual excellent way, that’s nothing new.”

Aiku simply smiles. “Yeah, well. Of course.”

In the aftermath, the crowd is slow to disperse, with some of the players deciding to stay behind for a few more hours of training and others simply hanging about. Nagi, Barou, and Aiku have decided to leave early, while Bachira and Chigiri plan on putting in more training. As they themselves cool down, they both decide to stay with you for a bit more while you wait for Sae.

It doesn’t take long before he arrives, however, prompting you to look his way as he approaches the three of you. Sae acknowledges the presence of the other two, even as he ignores Bachira’s playful whistle.

“You are too much,” Chigiri calls out, with Bachira chiming in: “Heard Shidou’s waiting for you in the showers~”

“I’ve had far worse scares,” Sae simply responds, his whole demeanor very blasé, before finally turning his attention to you. “What time do we need to be there?”

You are, of course, quick to keep your wits and your focus intact. “It’s still at 8.”

He nods, slightly distracted as he hoists his sling bag over his shoulder. “Good, I’m beat. Let’s get early dinner.”

“Of course,” you say as you take your phone out. “I’ll reserve us a place.”

“Cool.” As he’s turning to leave, however, he pauses, like he’s forgotten something.

“Before I forget. You left something in my place the other day. Remind me to give it in the car.”

Before Sae could even fully leave, the two keeping you company are already giving you some questionable/meaningful looks. “Did he just—?” Bachira tilts his head in thought. “Did Sae just invite you to dinner?”

Chigiri snorts, now grinning at you. “No, he scored that dinner himself.”

“Well, ain’t that fucking selfish.” Shidou, who overhears, says loudly over his shoulder as he walks past the row in front of you without stopping. “And he only scored three times!”

You cannot argue your way out of the burning of your cheeks, but still, you do your best at some damage control. “Well, as his manager, we do get dinners and lunches together a significant amount—“

“The optics—!” Bachira is by now standing up, ready to leave, his face scrunched in an awful imitation of last year’s coach when he gave that famous sermon to the PR team—a now-historic event that everyone in the JPN team still talks about in drunken nights-out. “The optics are not good!”

“Juicy.” Behind him, Chigiri Hyoma trails along, a knowing, playful expression on his face; the two of them very much disinterested in hearing out your defense. “The optics have just gotten juicy.”

You cannot tell if it would’ve been any better if they had stayed to listen to what you have to say, or just walk off as they did, leaving you in peace.

In the car, Sae has to wonder why you seem unable to meet his eye. This keeps him preoccupied, along with the nagging, bothersome feeling at the back of his mind he cannot fully wrap his head around of. It’s only when he hands you your necklace, though, that you seem to come out of it. He cannot help but watch your reaction carefully—a look of mild surprise, and then that of relief, one spilling seamlessly over the other.

“From someone important?” he asks, earning him a laugh.

“Well, not exactly.” Your smile is small, meaningful and private. “I got this for myself.” Sae waits for a beat.

“So, someone important.”

And when he catches your eye, you share this smile to him. “I guess you’re right.”

It doesn’t take too long before he’s able to figure what has been bothering him; another minute more for him to find the right words. Always, always, it has to do with finding and saying words. His forehead creases at his view out of the window (unrelated to the swirling of emotions he feels in his stomach).

“For the record, I’m never gonna let any of the guys take you out.” It takes you a moment longer to process the words out of his mouth. “Not if it’s not out of your own volition, I mean.” He sighs as he leans his head back against the seat, eyes not leaving the moving scenery outside. “I’m sorry if I’d let any of it make you uncomfortable. Had let it gone for this long.”

Your impulse is to assure him that it’s no big deal (it really wasn’t) but you can also tell, by the look he’s giving the irrelevant view outside the window, how much it’s been silently bothering him. You smile, even when you know he won’t see.

“It’s all good, Sae-kun,” hoping that he knows just how much you value the sincerity. “But I appreciate your concern. Truly.”

“And even if Shidou were to have won those points, I’d be the one to knock sense into him, not my brother.”

This time, you do not resist laughing in spite of the withering glare he’s giving you out of the corner of his eye; in spite of the wave of warmth you feel rising up your neck. “Please—you do not need to do any of that. In fact, as your manager, I would’ve begged you not to do it.”

Indeed, Sae did not need to do all that. Contrary to what he might think (as far as he’s concerned).

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adxele · 1 month

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Bros the type of guy to !

a/n: really felt like writing some short drabble in the middle of the evening :3

tags: gn!reader,sitting on lap,kisses,hugs,cliché

✦ ISAGI is the type of guy to watch tutorials on YouTube about how to cook your favourite meal.(he may or may not asked his mother to help after almost burning the kitchen.)

✦ BACHIRA is the type of guy to follow you anywhere you go. no matter what place, he will be there right beside you in a second. except for bathroom,of course.

✦ NAGI is the type of guy to stare with his soft hazelnut eyes at your concentrated face instead of the game you're playing on the screen.

✦ RIN is the type of guy to kiss you breathless and bury his face on your nape from behind a lot when he's really angry at something(-one)

✦ CHIGIRI is the type of guy to let you brush,style and pet his hair. only you are allowed and no one else.

✦ REO is the type of guy to ask you an insane amount of questions like, "how did you fell in love with me?" "what do you love about me the most?" and etc. while swinging his legs with lovesick smile.

✦ KAISER is the type of guy who lets you do his eyeliner and eyeshadow. it could be you either sitting on his lap or carefully holding his face with your hand. as long as he gets to hold your waist or hips, he's totally okay with neither of them.

✦ SAE is the type of guy to hug you from behind when you are cooking, he likes to silently analyze your cooking skills and your calm humming brings peace to his heart.

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krnsluvvie · 11 months

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2:07am, itoshi rin

it's ungodly hours in the morning and you can't stop thinking about your lovely boyfriend rin. this is how you met:

Itoshi Rin is blunt, stoic and there’s nothing but football on his mind. There is not a day without him coming up with techniques, trying out methods just to become the best in the whole world. After all, it’s all he knows.

Itoshi Rin is also a perfectionist and an academic genius. He studies hard while maintaining his physique and he hates when people make grammatical errors. One sunny day, he starts feeling weird around your presence. He’s never felt like this before and you’ve always been around him—ever since you two were just kids. So why now? Why does he feel so restless when you contact everyone but him in your friend group? Why does his heart twist in the worst ways possible upon imagining you doing things without him?

It doesn’t feel right.

As you both grow up into adults, he realizes that all this time it was interest he had been harboring for you. He could imagine spending the rest of his life with you and he wouldn’t mind thinking about you instead of what next football matches he will have to attend and train for. During outings, he will always sit next to you, and if he’s feeling bold, he might even let his hand near you and accidentally brush against yours in an inexplicably soft manner.

It feels weird, but it sets his mind at peace knowing you might feel the same—if the blush coloring your cheeks is anything to go by. This encourages him to do more and before you know it, he’s in the rain, running after you, apologies spilling from his mouth as he grabs you by the arm and inches closer to you.

“I’m sorry,” he says, tears running down his beautiful face. You feel bad but your eyes couldn’t have deceived you. Itoshi Rin, giving you all the attention in the world, implying more than what you two had been, smiling at you ever so often, stealing glances behind your friends’ backs just to end up in someone’s embrace, touching them in the ways you wish it had been you instead of who he was touching. You couldn’t be even mad for you two weren’t even in a relationship.

But it hurt.

It hurt seeing him being so intimate with someone else who was not you. “Please, I promise, I can explain. Just,” he huffs out, breathless. “Listen to me? Please.” He’s begging at this point and it breaks your heart seeing him so hopeless and so devastated. The rain’s getting heavier and you pull him towards yourself, your clothes getting wet from absorbing all moisture from Rin’s clothes from how hard you were pressing him into you. It wasn’t a hug; you were holding onto him as a lifeline—as if he’d disappear if you didn't do it. “I will.” you whisper. “Just, let’s stay like this.”

He acquiesces.

And you both are stood there, under the roof with nothing but each other to hold onto. Rin later explains himself saying he tried to get closer to his friend, thinking maybe whatever he was feeling towards you was just a “phase”, “a part of him growing up”. All was proven wrong when he saw the devastated look on your face as you rushed from his room onto the street into the pouring rain.

What he was thinking throughout the whole time was to catch up to you, hold you in his arms and kiss you for eternity. You broke down hearing this because this was such a big change from when he was younger.

He was blunt, immature and too absorbed in football. At some point it felt like he was going to marry it and live for football alone. It was getting a bit concerning. Rin, upon your statement, grabbed your chin and gently guided you towards him, silently asking if it was okay to proceed to a new stage.

You nodded and let out a sigh of relief.

A moment followed before a pair of not-so-soft lips touched yours in a not-so-like-Rin manner that you deemed it imaginary. His lips were chapped from how often he was training outside, probably not taking care of himself as he should have. You grabbed onto his face, leaning more into him as you tried to kiss the hell out of him. You both pulled away and he smiled at you, lips red.

“I assume we can make it official?”

There’s an uncharacteristic grin on his face as he asked. You lightly punched him into his arm as you licked over your lips, tasting him on it. “Yeah,” you let out, breathless as you dropped on the bed. “I can’t believe it.” His hand found its way into your hair strands and you relaxed into him massaging your head. “Let’s make the most of it.”

Years later, you’re still going strong. Rin has changed drastically throughout the years. When it comes to you, at least. He’s still blunt, at times even rude but that’s how he always was—it seemed to run in the family. Whenever someone got close to you, he’d send them a glare. He wasn’t in any way over-possessive; he just liked to remind others who was available and who was not. You’re his and he’s yours.

When you’re both alone, however, he’s the sweetest. You didn’t expect this at all when you started dating. He’d initiate kisses and even more, and at times you couldn’t even keep up, but it made you feel so good you had to do it for the sake of him and his efforts, endeavors.

He could be such a sweetheart sometimes that it even baffled you to think this in the first place. But hey, you love him and he loves you. Even if there was a misunderstanding, the first thing you’d do is go to the other and talk it out—despite you both’s busy schedules.

“I love you,” he drops the bomb before you can even register it. Tears fall down your cheeks as a weak smile appears on your lips; you're trembling. Sniffing, you say, “I love you, too, gosh, Rin, I love you so much.” You're running into his arms.

As they encircle around you, in that moment you can't be more sure.

This.

This is your home.

#fluff #itoshi rin #blue lock #x yn #gender neutral reader #gay still #bllk #bllk scenarios #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #blue lock x you #blue lock fluff #first post #in years #itoshirin #reader insert #late night #bluelock

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itsmm4hiii · 10 months

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Rematch Of Feelings - S. Baro

Synopsis: Y/n and Baro's usual soccer 1v1 rematch brings in a large crowd monthly, however this month is not what she expected. With a sick Baro on her hands she simply can't verse him. Taking him back to his house she runs into more unsuspected issues, including Baro's usual afternoon routine. Pairing: Shoei Baro X Reader Warning: N/a - slight swearing/name calling

Shoei Baro, just the thought of him made my lips curl and a grin begin to entertain itself upon my lips. The soccer ball rolled under my foot, back and forth at pace none of the looming crowd could ever do, all for this one moment they were here. A monthly habit that always falls on the first of the month. A greed between two egoist that had to be settled to see who was the usual victory, the best striker out there. We all knew I was, just gave him the crown to feed his usually big ego.

‘He’s late.’ they shouted,

Who wouldn’t be late with the title of “king”, I looked to the distance where the crowd had begin to loosen and draw to either side. When he stepped against the flatten grass I could feel something was up, it wasn’t in myself rather him. His whole aura was off, and affected and I questioned if I should be concerned as it didn’t feel like him rather flat and tired. His eyes drew to the floor as he made his way over till he loomed over though in actual fact it felt like I was looming over him. With one look I knew that if we would play it would be mine without hassle.

‘Baro?’ I whispered,

The boy’s eyes loomed with heavy bags, his face pale and he was already breaking a sweat. His eyes danced, casted by dizzy spells and I knew he was too sick to play a good game. I kicked the ball up and caught it, throwing it into my bag cursing that I wouldn’t go against him if he’s in this physically unwell for this, it only made him angry.

‘I’ve been waiting all month to go against you and you call it off?’ An onslaught of coughs and words that obviously caused him much pain slipped his lips,

By the time it had slipped his lips, my things were collected in one bag and hung over my shoulder in a duffle bag, arms crossed as he gripped my collar in anger.

‘I’m not going against you when you're obviously unwell, if I go against the king then I go against him when he’s at his best, you got that?’ I questioned him in annoyance, a spiteful tone lifted from my lips.

It wasn’t rage, just annoyance, and he was sick, and though it was weak for me to say I cared for him, there were some underlying feelings there, ones I couldn’t act on for more or less obvious reasons. The collar of my shirt scrunched within his hand, it held my weight as my feet dangled though it was for a spilt second too much energy just to pick me up. He had begun to sway in front of me and I questioned if I had to catch him.

‘I’m fine, just a common cold. Too scared to fight me, princess?’

Princess wasn’t his usual nickname for me. His cheeks burnt and I questioned if it was a misslip of the tongue, where were the usual commoner or snarky side-remarks? I grumbled releasing that that there was no point in arguing such nonsense to someone who obviously wasn’t with it. I turned to the upset crowd and smiled.

‘It’s over losers, see ya next time.’

‘Don’t say that shit to me princess.’ he growled,

He was weak and I estimated he would be roughly eighty kilos with a physical physique like that. I lifted him over and he flopped over my shoulder. His stomach engulfed my shoulder, and though I would probably drop him on any normal day, him just standing there swaying over and over caused more questions than it answered.

‘Fuck Baro, couldn’t you’ve been lighter today.’

I knew he was passing out, in residual comfort as he began to weigh down more upon my shoulder than he originally did. He gave me his address slowly out of spite or confusion- whichever came first. He was sure tough, it wasn’t a regular common cold to take down a mammoth like him but I was sure his mother of three children would have at least some medicine to ease the sweltering temperature forming on his forebrow otherwise I'd have to buy it, and make him pay me back.

꒪ യ ★ 🍙 。ﾟ

His body bounced as I threw him onto the doona of his made bed. He grumbled how it was now messy and began to crease yet that wasn’t the first thing on my mind. I slipped the messily tied shoes of his feet, then the socks and shin guards, the rest he could easily take off when I leave as I wanted to not see other unmentionables. I sighed and grabbed a clean training towel of his wiping the sweat away from my face before throwing it into his dirty laundry basket. I could see him begin to stagger up yet pushed him down with my hand in annoyance.

‘Baro, you're sick, you need to rest.’ I grumbled,

His hair had fallen out of its usual gell position, laid in strands around his face. He was agitated but both agreed and disagreed with what I had said. Still trying to get up it took most my weight to keep him down, in annoyance I bluntly questioned him,

‘What’s you deal, You need to rest so can you just fucking res-’

‘Big brother we’re home!’

I heard the faint angelic voices from downstairs, his eyes widened as if he some sort of consciousness left. My lips parted as he was becoming more of the vein of my existence than an issue he I thought originally. I pushed him back down and fumbled with my things, throwing them to his desk as I stretched to deal with the situation.

‘They’re my sisters.’

No shit sherlock. I grumbled and told him I’d distract them until the medicine at least took some effect and he could do something even if it was sit on the couch and watch whatever eye gouging show they thought was brilliant. I left his room to see two bug eyed, black haired girls standing in the hallway grinning at me as if I wasn’t some random person who had broken into their house with their unconscious brother momentarily. I smiled.

‘Hi there I’m Y/n-’ ‘Are you big brother’s girlfriend?!’

It was the first time my cheeks have gone pink, they were warm and I looked away. It was too hard explaining my rivalry with Baro and just to add extra salt to the flesh wound of being carried away by his rival who was a girl I said yes. They giggled and questioned where he was, their innocent eyes staring upon the door with big frowns that took up most of their faces. I closed the door and gave them a soft smile, the medicine should sink in soon otherwise I wouldn’t know what to do with two children especially if they were as horrid as Baro.

‘He’s sick, mind if I get you some afternoon tea and watch a few things till he feels a little better?’

They nodded and jumped in glee and as the two hours rolled passed and the girls had fallen asleep within my lap. By their looks on their faces they would be asleep for multiple hours, kindergarten must have made them pass out. I slipped up and toppled over the back of the couch knowing my presence wouldn’t be needed anytime soon. I snuck into Baro’s room, pulling up a spare blanket on to the cold body of his I couldn’t help but kiss his forehead as I collected my things and left.

꒪ യ ★ 🍙 。ﾟ

‘I heard it didn’t go down to good for you yesterday,’ the small talker had paused looked down at his books and back up where still no eye contact between me and him was made, I was preoccupied by an incoming message from a certain someone, ‘I know you were excited about the whole thing, ya know going against the king and all.

‘It’s fine.’ I grunted out a mutter, fingers playing around loosely with the sides of my phone as he moved away to class with urgency,

My cheeks fluttered a peach color, my eyes snapped around to see if someone had seen me blushing before I disappeared quickly into the bathroom. The stall door closed behind me with a thud. My hands trembled around the edges and an uncomfortable feeling was looming over one that left my stomach in knots of butterflies.

Shoei Baro (11:30am) - “Thanks donkey for yesterday. Though calling yourself my girlfriend was a low blow, guess you ought to come around soon they can’t stop speaking about you.”

You (11:43am) - “Is it just the girls or are you just saying it about yourself because if I remember correctly I was a princess to you yesterday, dumbass.”

I could see him typing and got nervous, though it was only Baro- nothing more nothing less. I’m sure he got a shock when I revealed his secret nickname to his now aware and conscious state and I wished I was the fly on the wall.

Shoei Baro (11:45am) - “It’s that the pot calling the kettle black? Didn’t you kiss my forehead yesterday too if i’m not mistaken? I can tell it pissed you off that I know that- why don’t we have a rematch my place tomorrow or not if you’re too afraid.”

You (11:50am) Unfinished - “Sure you royal pain in the arse, just don’t cry when I win. Now go back to whatever work studies you got, I gotta go do actual school-”

It laid in the box for a while, unfinished the sentence because when you minus the egos he scared me yesterday. Got my stomach in knots and myself all worked up because he was sick. I didn’t want to see him like that again. I stiffened out a sigh, my head pressed against the door rolling back and forth until I had found the words to finish my sentence to add onto the unfinished messaged to Shoei Baro that showed I actually cared. You (11:52am) - “Sure, you royal pain in the arse, just don’t cry when I win. Just don’t ever scare me like that again, I honestly thought you were going to die, you stupid moron. - I’ll see you tomorrow for that rematch I’ll obviously win, bye for now, Baro.”

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rimii-iii · 7 months

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perfectionist, not. sae itoshi

chapter four - oblivious redhead

"um... wanna do something else?" i questioned, the fact that it was embarrassing for the both of us was... um... awkward.

"...sure." he was literally agreeing to everything i suggest, say, comment, maybe he just found me annoying... i dropped myself onto the bed, my arms spread. "like what?" i mumbled, finding my eyelids heavier and heavier.

"just go sleep." he replied, glancing at me over the shoulder. "mhm." i crawled to the pillow, but my arms were weak, sore, i just dipped down into the bed, not even caring about the blankets keeping me warm.

that night, the lights went dim, a blanket right cover my small body, an arm snaked around my waist and the scent of sweetness filled the room.

゜

a thing i wanted to do back in Japan, is to shop. so this morning, i forced Sae to come shopping with me, of course, he declined but with the power of my puppy eyes, he finally said yes with a grumpy groan and massaging his temples.

i wore a white tank top with light blue jeans, topping it off with air jordans and a white jacket. Sae wore a creamy striped button up, regular jeans, IV shades to hide from fans and Adidas og superstars.

"let's goooo!" i pointed a finger towards the azure sky, eyes closed with a smile and grabbing his wrists. he could only sigh like a mother, facepalming himself. we entered a shopping mall, with loads of fans recognising the both of us, of course, his redhead is always easy to identify.

we continued to shop and i couldn't help but to glance or stare at him from time to time, my heart started to beat faster whenever i see his side profile, when he chuckled at my careless mistakes, his laughter ringed in my ears like a melody while butterflies started flying around my stomach.

i'm sure i'm just sick. "you okay?" he stopped, giving a glance, "y-yeah." i stared at my shoes, maybe i was too carried away from the thoughts... "you're red." he placed a hand over my forehead, catching me off guard. why was he like this...?

he surely wasn't like this before.

"c'mon, let's go to the restroom, you can wash your face." he guided me, walking to the nearest restroom that was not too far away. i wanted to decline the offer so bad but, nothing came out of my mouth, it was like i was taped over, it was like i had a disability.

he grabbed the shopping bags from me, pushing me in the restroom while waiting outside without a word.

i fiddled with my fingers, staring at myself in the mirror. he was right... i was red. like red red. what the hell? i traced my cheek, drawing circles on them, what happened?

it didn't look like i was sick or i had a fever... no, not that kind of red. it looked like i was blushing...

too hard.

no.

no way.

no fucking way.

i swear to god, he's a pain in the ass!

how on earth could i fall for him?

especially now?

゜

we headed back to the hotel, but i could stop thinking about that. just what is wrong with me? that redhead has literally the worst hairstyle anyone could have, and yet, he looked like a red flag for being an annoyance.

and yet, now i've fallen for him? now i was siting on the chair, resting my chin on the centre of my palms and he was covering my mind.

after he took his time in the shower, it was my time. like every other night, i did my routine. until i came out, seeing Sae with his legs crossed, perhaps waiting for me?

"come sit here." he patted the space that was in front of him, i obeyed and found my eyes anywhere but on his pretty face.

"is there something going on?" he predicted, i felt like my feelings were just too complex now, i couldn't even put it in words.

"i-i..." i stuttered, finding words for my sentence, it felt like digging a dictionary out of my mind. if i just tell him, but don't tell him that it's him, will it be okay?

"i-i think... i like someone..." i blushed, scratching my scalp, i stole a glance at him.

for him, it looked like his world shattered, but his facial expressions said nothing, barely anything actually. "you've been thinking about him...?" he spoke up, his head was down but his fist was supporting his chin. "y-yeah."

i was thinking about you the whole day, dumbass.

"do i know him?" his tone was kept calm, "i-i guess so..." i found myself staring into his hues, lost in the abyss. "hm. i guess you better confess, he'll be lucky to have you." he looked away.

no way...

was he jealous...?!

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