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The blanket of dark blue hues had already covered over the yellow ones. Chifuyu observes as he looks out of the large windows in his office. He looks at his wristwatch then stacks a bundle of paperwork. i think im sick. Few hours ago he received your message. Every minute he looks for more work to distract himself. Yet every second worried him. Only if he had a normal job, if he was a pet shop owner for instance— he would've skipped a day at work so easily without having a big difference throughout. That wasn't the case— for now that he's the right hand man of the top manager of the biggest criminal organization in Japan.
He inspects the last report before placing it on top of the pile of paper. Pulling the sleeve up to look at his wristwatch again. Enough for today. He exhales.
“Takemitchy I'll leave early today, that alright?”
“Mhm what's the big rush? Wife called?”
Chifuyu smirks half way. Yeah. He says leaving the scene.
He scoffs at himself. Wife. No marriage, no ring on your finger, yet never denying when you're referred as his beloved wife.
He unlocks his phone, opening your chat. Feeling guilty as he sees that he left you on seen. At the same time, he sees three dots from your side— indicating you are online. He waits patiently for your text.
i wont be home tonight.
Panic fills in as he hurriedly tells his driver to take a turn.
He understands why you would be at your old place. A small apartment which felt more like home than the luxurious penthouse you stay in every day with him. Your apartment didn't have guns hidden for whatever purpose or an area where he told you not be at. Instead, it was a magical one where you're already relaxed as you enter or the ordinary one where cozyness engulfs you the moment you're inside.
He tells his driver to stop the car when he reaches most way and walks along the rest. Stepping into the lift, pressing the button to your floor. He liked the view more from your place. Through the window— where he could observe the domestic and simple life he once had.
A small ding indicates he reached the desired floor. The time felt long before he had opened the door to your place, placing the keys on top of the shoe rack as he announces he's home.
He walks in seeing your clothes scattered on the floor trailing towards the bathroom. The bathroom door was unlocked— which was weird considering your habit of checking the door at least seven to eight times to confirm it was locked even when you're alone. He guesses you didn't hear when he knocked five to six times while calling your name. “I'm coming in,” So he invites himself when he doesn't recieve an answer from your side.
The air was so moist, so warm, it was almost uncomfortable. He calls your name again when he sees you in the bathtub. The moment your eyes meet his emerald ones, he knew you weren't sick as in having cough and cold. You're overwhelmed.
“Hey angel,” He pulls a stool to sit by the tub. Tears are flowing from your eyes which you're not even aware of. “Don't cry baby.”
“I am?” His heart breaks. Your face shows no emotion, you're not panting, not sobbing— you're only letting the tears fall from your eyes as you sit there helplessly. And they don't stop.
You're ashamed. You wish you had put a bath bomb or something in the water. But now you're completely naked in front of him. Your bare body from the clear waves of water. It's visible to him. You're so very ashamed.
“Don't cry love,” So softly he wipes your tears, cupping your face in the process. You're still ashamed. Still embarrased. You hug your knees, the actions causing him the pull back his hand. The water touches his hand for a mere second. It's not right. Sinking his hand in the water, pulling away after a few three to four seconds. The water was too hot. That explained the hot moist air in the surrounding. He looks at your body. A prominent red shade he sees. So gently he calls your name. So delicately he strokes your hair. It pains him as he sees your hair being of uneven length. Just cause. Was your typical excuse when he asked why you cut them like that. The same excuse responsible for the marks on your arm.
He's beside to take care of you but he knows just picking you up and putting you on the bed as he looks after you is stupid. At least for now, it's stupid, the way it sounds so easy. He had to take actions where he doesn't do what you don't like. He knows you don't want anything other than to be alone in this tub till the water gets cold. He sighs.
So he distracts you from your sorrows. “Man, work sure was tiring today,” He's going on and on about how a colleague got some reports printed wrong. Another one got files mixed up. How he watched the face of another one when he slapped a pile of paperwork on the desk and how Takemitchy almost fired an assistant for spilling coffee on his suit. Chifuyu went into more detail about whatever excluding the part where every second he had you on his mind. He knew you didn't pay attention to most of the things he said. But he saw how his voice lulled you to relax.
Going on and on, he finds a rubber duck to fiddle with. Noticing how you kept looking at the yellow figure, he hands it to you. His heart aches again but with delight this time as he sees your face brighten up the slightest. Still a kid at heart. He adores.
“What happened then?” Please keep going. He listens to your silent request as he chuckles before telling all the interesting and humour of today. He watches how you were least bothered about his stories and most focused on that damn rubber ducky.
“And he says-” He halts at his words when you bring the rubber duck to his lips. "Kiss." You say. And he obeys. Then grabbing your wrist, placing a kiss there. Another one on your forearm where the scars located. They shouldn't have. Few more he trails upwards until you take your hand back, fidgeting with the rubber duck nonchalantly before he could proceed more.
His features soften up to a smile. Probably having a telepathic conversation with the duck. He guesses.
Where are you going? You don't question.
Be right back. He assures.
“Here,” The ice cream box still had half of the yummy dessert left. “Eat up,” The ice cream already started to melt due to the temperature. A satisfied look on your face he observes as you take the first bite. You tell him to continue with his tales while you continue eating.
He had undone two of the buttons and rolled up his sleeve. The tie and belt also discarded. His hair was pushed back and you notice the sweat on his face and chest. You scoop a spoonful and bring it up to his lips. He happily accepts it. The second time, he rejects. The third time, you urge him. After finishing, you hand him the container which still had some melted ice cream. You didn't had the appetite for that. Putting it away, he dips his hand in the water. It was still hotter than lukewarm.
“Let's go to bed yeah?” You nodded. But didn't move. How could you? You were too tired. Blame the warm atmosphere and Chifuyu's soft raspy voice. Bet you would fall asleep in no time when you lay down on the fluffy sheets. “C'mon.” You don't move. You're still bare and now embarrassed that you realise it.
"Chifuyu—" You whine when he suddenly picks you up. He walks out with you in his arms and places you at the edge of the bed. Picking up the towel that laid beside to dry you off.
A wet drop lands on the back of his hand and he looks at you. “Baby?” He whispers. You're crying. You have your arms folded and legs joined together. You avoided meeting his eyes. He gets it. You're still shy despite him seeing you like this many times. Cute. He thinks as he drops on his knees.
You watch— shocked in suddenness as he parts your legs, “Chifuyu—”
“Can I?”
You fumble around words. Your own voice betraying you as it comes off crooked, “But ‘m tired.”
“You don't need to do anything angel, just relax for me,” He waits for any gesture from you to keep going. But you're so flustered to do so. “Say something honey,” He whispers. Rubbing your thighs to ease you. And when you do, he dives in.
God, you felt pathetic. You couldn't even moan properly due tiredness. He saw it. He saw it when he looked up at you. He saw it when you called yourself pathetic.
He massages your thighs, pretty praises leaving his mouth, assuring you. You're not pathetic. You put your hands in his hair, ruffling slowly and grazing his undercut as he moans against you, “so beautiful.”
You whine out his name when you finish and fall on your back, exhausted. He kisses your thighs before he gets up. “Let's get my doll dressed yeah?” He walks over to your closet. Eyes immediately lay on the hoodie. It was his after all. Your favourite and the comfiest one. Then he rummages to find some comfy shorts.
My pretty doll. He says as he dresses you up. Tucks you into bed. Dims the lights as he heads to the bathroom to freshen himself up. Maybe he'll take a cold shower.
By the time he's back, you're already asleep. His heart softens. You looked so fragile when you sleep— it convinced him that you were made out of glass. He looks out of the windows once. The blanket of dark blue hues being covered with even darker shades. Yawning, he lays next to you, pulling over the blanket who's dyes reflected the sky outside.
Hours pass. He's awake. In the living room, looking outside, he has a ciggerete in his mouth. A lighter in his hand. Debating whether he should light it or not. He continues to flick the lighter a couple of times then shoving it in his pocket while the ciggerate still stays in his mouth like a lollipop.
The milkman's always this early? It still was dark outside. The paperman also passes shortly after. A cat stretching after it wakes up from slumber on top of a trashcan just to go back to sleep. He observed some senior citizens on the rooftop as they do yoga. A guy leaving home after kissing his wife. Probably off to a business trip. He sees a dog strolling around. Would be a mess if it meets the cat.
“Fuyu,” He look at you as you walk up to him, rubbing your sleepy face.
He immediately puts the ciggerate away. “You're up early-” He stops at his words when you hug him so tightly, hiding your face in his chest. “Thank you.”
"What for?" He rubs your back and caresses your hair. "Taking care of my princess?"
You hum and whine in his embrace, all the praises and names he called you were almost overwhelming, in a good way. Your eyes meet his when you look up. Not longer than a second or two— you look away. You tried so, Chifuyu was quicker to hold your jaw to make you keep looking at him. He's glad he didn't light the cigarette. Capturing your lips with his into a chaste kiss.
It was still early and mere seconds of kissing already got you breathless. He plants a kiss on the top of your head when you press your cheek against his chest. It was only his heartbeat that you could hear. He knew you could. That was until hissing and barking were heard too. Seems like the cat and dog met.
“You know I love you right?” you hum, as you tell him you do too while the two of you watch how the blanket of dark blue hues get covered with light blues and yellows.
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H.S
The time had to be passed midnight or something and the temperature kept getting awfully cold, or maybe it was just Shuji who wore less clothing. Mist is exhaled as he pants. He has climbed up to your bedroom window, cursing under his breath as he sees it locked. He raises an arm to knock at it. He stops, however. Looking at you through a gap in the curtain you didn't draw properly.
The cold would kill him and it would be trouble if he gets caught. But you look so gentle. Few seconds he begs himself to grant just to stare at you. It was his highschooler boy heart that ached to see you like this— to wake up next to you in future when you live together. Few seconds. He reminded himself. It would be creepy too— to stare for too long so he knocks.
It takes him a few knocks on the window to wake you up. He is melting when he sees you rub the sleepiness off your eyes. Cute stuff. He thinks. The gentleness on your features doesn't last long as you hurry to open the window. “Go up,” You shiver at the cool breeze “I'll be there in a minute.”
It happened often and it repeated again. Not that he's complaining except for the fact that it's cold out on your rooftop. Sneaking into your room was a better option if it weren't for your younger siblings who you shared your room with. He wishes there was a fire in front of him where he seated to warm him up.
Cursing, he looks up at the moon. He scoffs. It reminds him of you. He recalls minutes ago when you were sleeping. He’d kill to wake up next to you, just a little older and you're already married to him— he fantasizes. He'll surely miss the moments that repeated on these nights— sneaking up at the rooftop. Then he recalls, you told him you'd be up in a minute. Liar. He groans, the cold getting him.
Small noise of your footsteps makes him smile when you reach towards him, bending down to where he’s seated. He takes note of your actions. First, you place down a thermos. Second, you shove cup noodles and chopsticks in his hand. Third, you take off the blanket off your shoulders and wrap it around him. Fourth, you looked in rush. You have only two hands to carry stuff.
“The jacket. Scarf. I'll get it-”
“Don't leave,” He has a grip on your arm, “I'm alright.” He tugs you to sit beside him. Maybe he can be cheezy and wrap the blanket around both of you, just like his highschooler heart wishes. But no. Instead, you're wrapping the blanket around him properly as you hold the ends while you scold him for being reckless. He smiles nonetheless.
You take the cup noodles from his hands and rip off the top. Pouring the boiling water from the thermos, you also snatch the chopstick as you stir the cup noodles. You're taking care of him. He melts at that. He was almost waiting for you to feed him too but you just shove the cup noodles in his arms. He laughs at himself for thinking you were gonna spoon feed him. He reminds himself to not get too carried away when you spoil him.
Itadakimasu. He mumbled before he dives in.
“What happened,” He guesses you noticed the little scratch on his face.
“Uh...fought? Cops chased after.”
You hum in acknowledgement.
You hug your legs after another gush of cool wind. “Where is your jacket?”
He smirks at your question, something smart about to come out of his mouth. “With you.”
You were indeed wearing one of his jackets but that's not what you asked. “Shuji.”
It wasn't hard to answer I forgot to wear one. But he’s Hanma.
“Nah check your closet. You have them all.”
“You keep on giving me those.”
“You keep on stealing. Really tho I'm a little broke right now, I'll have nothing to wear if you keep up this.”
You quiet down, deciding not to say anything cause your genuine worry seemed like a joke to him. You wonder if he notices that you're annoyed. He does. Tho he’s not gonna show that he knows. As much as he's happy right now that you're worried, he had to ease your mood. But it backfires and he sees you're more worried now.
“What are you doing?”
“It's your jacket anyways-” He stop you midway when you were unzipping his jacket.
“Keep it on,” His tone came out more serious than he thought so to lessen the tension, he adds “You’ll catch cold honey.” He finishes the cup noodles, placing the empty container beside him.
You quiet down yet again as you hug your knees. His lips tug up when he sees a blush more prominent than it was due to cold. It was probably cause of that nickname. He sees it through you when you try to maintain a nonchalant look to cover up the fact that you're flustered. It has him fantasizing again. How one day, he’ll be stepping under the roof you two share, announcing— honey I'm home. How one day, he’ll be tired from work and will be welcomed by your hugs. How one day, he’ll be late and be welcomed by your kisses for him to recharge. But it also saddens him— that one day, when he calls you honey, you won't blush like you're doing right now cause you'll be used to it.
The blush on your face was now gone and there shared a comforting silence. It was there was a minute or two before it started getting uneasy. He sees how you look at the scratch on his face. He begged the time to go fast. That way, you'll be in front of him as you patch him while scolding him. But time didn't stop or changed speed for anyone.
You had established taking the relationship slow when you said yes to dating him. That was long ago and a longer way ahead of him with you. So he wonders. After getting further in the relationship, will there be a time when you would patch him up? When you would scold him?
“Does...does it hurt?”
That's right. There's a long way ahead of him with you and he has already started to get impatient.
“It hurts, doesn't it?” You cup his cheek with your hand, thumb grazing right below where the scratch is located.
“Marry me.”
You didn't realize when it started snowing, or how fast or slow the time is going, or that the blush was back on your face
He grits his teeth at his stupid confession. It's stupid but he doesn't regret. There's hardly times when Hanma Shuji is serious. He knows it too. So it was necessary that he would say it. Cringing more at the fact that he’s actually a little serious about the marriage. “It should be only you for me.”
“Shuji-”
“So promise,” He holds your hand that was cupping his cheek. With his corrupted hand that had written sin at the back of it. But it's gentle. Gentle just like the moon when it reminded him of you. Grazing your hand just like you did under his scratch, he continues with his confession. “When we get older, when we're finally forward in our relationship—” A few seconds he begs himself to grant to finally say what he wished, “You'll say yes and you'll marry me.”
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NAGI SEISHIRO - 자기
Just thinking about calling NAGI SEISHIRO 자기 (Jagi) if you speak Korean because it sounds like his name plus it’s a cute term of endearment. He likes it because you’re calling him something other than his name and it’s cute, but besides that every time you call him that he finds himself getting kind of distracted from whatever he’s doing. When you called him that the first time he probably knew what it meant because of him being a gamer and his friends teaching him words from different languages for fun, but he didn’t expect you to call him that so he was caught off guard. (He actually kinda likes it when you call him any terms of endearment in your language, he feels like it’s a signal that you guys are close enough that you would be willing to call him any terms of endearment in general)
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5 + kaiser pls with a cherry on top
rarely did you appear without your annoying friends. annoying according to the german prodigy. finally, alone in the cafeteria, kaiser saw his chance. he sat next to you, but you ignored him completely. as you reached for the sauce bottle, he was faster, offering to pour it for you. you sighed, allowed him to do so, nonetheless.
but then he heard his friends and yours approaching from either sides. remaining calm, he gripped the sauce bottle tightly, causing most of it to spill onto your sandwich. kaiser stood up, laughing with his friends, while yours cursed at him. you sat silently, however, pondering his sudden change in behavior like a flick of a switch.
it happened again when he spotted you alone in the cafeteria. this time, as he sat beside you, you handed him the sauce bottle, signaling for him to take it and indulge in his bullying. but instead, he held your chin, making you meet his gaze and oh those beautiful eyes of yours. he melted, getting lost in them, until ness and your friends approached. irritated by the lack of alone time with you, kaiser clicked his tongue, telling ness to part with you and your mates.
#i was only little high while writing this#pls watch '3rd warning' by 'third kamikaze' i got the inspo from there#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#blue lock#drabble#kaiser x reader#micheal kaiser
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wake up, seishiro!
the alarm blaring right beside his head did not affect him. you started shaking him, calling his name again and again and again. to which he simply took the blanket above his head. just for it to get swooshed away by you.
as the alarm finally ceased its ringing, your voice persisted like a broken record. "seishiro, i will sprinkle water on your face. you know i will."
you would. and you definitely would. as you turn to get a cup of water but your boyfriend was quick as he grabbed your wrist and made you join him on the bed. he took the blanket over both of you, hugging you from behind. and when you tried struggling out of his hold, he simply glided his hand on your waist and started tickling your side.
all your protests were simply ignored till he got tired and stopped, pulling you closer. and you let the silence spread for a couple of seconds. you say his name again. and he hums as a question.
"you really don't wanna attend school today?"
he hums again. you having no idea if that's a yes or a no.
"you bunked school awfully lot last month. you should start fresh at this first of the month...i believe."
he hums and the silence falls all over again. so you sigh. and you let out from his hold, fixing your uniform a bit. "i'll leave then-" just when you were about to step further away, he grasped your wrist again. and after a big yawn of at least 10 seconds, he says "gimme half an hour."
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oliver aiku + #2 <3 !!
• reader wanted oliver and her to be each other's first. first love, first kiss, first everything.
something about oliver having girlfriends before you. it was obviously upsetting. the timing couldn't have been worse, as you were already feeling the emotional strain of your monthly cycle. to make matters worse, oliver's antics were getting on your last nerve.
"don't be upset, cutie," oliver gently grasped your hand, planting multiple kisses along your arm. the gesture should have warmed your heart, but instead, you cringed at the trail of wetness left by his lips.
"stop it," you withdrew your hand, "this isn't gonna made me less upset with you."
"was worth a try."
"what has come over you? asking me if i would love you if you were a worm?"
"would you though?"
"what is wrong with you, oliv-?"
"no, what is wrong with you? tell me."
you remained silent for a few seconds, taking a deep breath before finally speaking. "i had hoped that we would experience everything together, being each other's first. first love, first kiss, first everything."
"well, i can't change the past, can i?" for most people, this would be nothing. but for you, that meant something so so much. "think of it like this, i've tried different flavours, but i haven't found one that's better than you." that made you feel worse somehow, and your face displayed prominent annoyance.
he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, "if you want me to pretend i'm inexperienced, i'll do it." you looked at him, stunned.
"w-what?"
"i don't want you to feel this way. im dead serious, i get it, this means a lot to you and you mean a lot to me."
you stay silent for a moment, as he shifts closer to you and cups your face in his hands. very softly, he kisses you light like a feather brushing his lips against yours. "see? happy?"
you simply hummed in response as he kissed you again and again. he continued to shower you with kisses, but just as he was about to progress further, you halted him. the reason behind your interruption mirrored the cause of your initial upset—you were on your period.
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oliver aiku + #2 <3 !!
• reader wanted oliver and her to be each other's first. first love, first kiss, first everything.
something about oliver having girlfriends before you. it was obviously upsetting. the timing couldn't have been worse, as you were already feeling the emotional strain of your monthly cycle. to make matters worse, oliver's antics were getting on your last nerve.
"don't be upset, cutie," oliver gently grasped your hand, planting multiple kisses along your arm. the gesture should have warmed your heart, but instead, you cringed at the trail of wetness left by his lips.
"stop it," you withdrew your hand, "this isn't gonna made me less upset with you."
"was worth a try."
"what has come over you? asking me if i would love you if you were a worm?"
"would you though?"
"what is wrong with you, oliv-?"
"no, what is wrong with you? tell me."
you remained silent for a few seconds, taking a deep breath before finally speaking. "i had hoped that we would experience everything together, being each other's first. first love, first kiss, first everything."
"well, i can't change the past, can i?" for most people, this would be nothing. but for you, that meant something so so much. "think of it like this, i've tried different flavours, but i haven't found one that's better than you." that made you feel worse somehow, and your face displayed prominent annoyance.
he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, "if you want me to pretend i'm inexperienced, i'll do it." you looked at him, stunned.
"w-what?"
"i don't want you to feel this way. im dead serious, i get it, this means a lot to you and you mean a lot to me."
you stay silent for a moment, as he shifts closer to you and cups your face in his hands. very softly, he kisses you light like a feather brushing his lips against yours. "see? happy?"
you simply hummed in response as he kissed you again and again. he continued to shower you with kisses, but just as he was about to progress further, you halted him. the reason behind your interruption mirrored the cause of your initial upset—you were on your period.
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Kaiser with prompt #8 pls!!
a grown man had to force himself to watch the overly saturated slime unboxing videos. he crossed his arms. being engrossed as he watches the big tv along with a 6 year old beside him. kaiser holds back a very frustrated sigh at the crumbling sound of plastic. the funky music. and the sound beside him of the kid eating cheetos.
today was meant for him and you. you and him. but your mother's friend's kid, kenzo, had no one to babysit. the moment kaiser stepped in, he was greeted with "who are you" and "what do you want" by the little boy. but what made a vein pop on his forehead was when the kid claimed to be your boyfriend.
a 6 year old kid: your boyfriend? you laughed and told kaiser that the child likely doesn't know what that word means. boy friend and boyfriend. a 6 year old wouldn't know the difference. right? wrong. the kid made sure to give kaiser a look which told enough that the chibi had marriage plans.
most kids would curiously ask about his tattoo. or ask him to teach them soccer. kaiser wonders what's wrong with this one as he finally lets out that frustrated sigh.
you walked to your room to grab the sweets-jar when kenzo whined for toffees. and just when you were about to head back to the living room, your lovely boyfriend already stepped in, and locked the door behind. he scoffed amusingly. further teasing you for still eating toffees at this grown age, and hiding the sweets in the most noticeable place in your bedroom.
"be nice to me, mihya."
"but i am."
"no like, behave nicely."
"are you my boss or something?"
"you're in my room."
"so?"
you ignored, telling kaiser to behave appropriately again. but does he listen? you're nowhere to boss him. he believes that. so he grabs you, making you lay on the bed. with him on top of you, so soon so quick. and he placed multiple kisses on your neck exactly where he know would tickle.
"who's the fucking boss? huh?" kiss "who's in charge?" kiss "who's in control?" kiss "who's bigger?" kiss "who's stronger?" kiss
you weren't going to let him win. you yelled out that you were stronger whilst still laughing.
"hah?" kiss "say that again?" kiss.
"i said-" you start trying to hold back laughs, "i said-"
"fucking say it."
"kenzo's out waiting for us!"
after five seconds of looking at you in disbelief, kaiser rolls his eyes, getting off of you. stupid kid. he mumbles.
"tsk tsk. someone's acting childish," you say teasingly.
"yeah im jealous damn it."
"of a kid? mihya, he's six-"
"and so? today was for us. just us. and this kid-"
and as an apology, you kissed his cheek before both of you entered the living room, where the kid is watching god knows what.
it was the smell of cookies. you had almost forgotten to take them out of the oven. while you rush to the kitchen, kenzo suddenly turns to kaiser, "how are babies made?" kaiser guesses the kid came across something on the tv, so he replies by saying when mom and dad love each other, a baby forms into the momma's stomach.
"really? does that really really happen?"
"yeah. it absolutely does."
"so that means, you will never experience giving baby in a women's stomach?"
and kaiser knew damn well the kid is referring that kaiser will never find a women to love. a vein pop on kaiser's forehead at that. and the kid interrupts the silence asking: "so, so, my parents loved each other too. right? right!?"
however kaiser decided to adopt the asian parents' approach and replied saying, "you were found in the garbage."
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Sshidou and prompt 10!!💓
you don't look like you could defend yourself. you've heard it many times. from this shidou guy mostly. but you can, and you definitely can. maybe not in the karate class though, where you're undoubtedly the weakest one.
often during practice, shidou peaks through the door, bursting into laughter every time he sees your ass getting kicked. and then he also laughs about it after school as he walks behind you. he keeps getting on your nerves. he really does.
but he's adorable in a way. he's more innocent than you imagine. if you exclude those questionable things he says and does. like now, he looked really really adorable while looking at the strawberry-flavoured lollipops.
you thought your laugh wouldn't be heard but his ears instantly perked up to that sound. "what?" he questioned looking at you all confused.
"just noticed something."
"noticed what?"
"you pick pink colored snacks, or just anything. it's all pink."
"so?" he raised his eyebrow. oh now he looked offended. "just because im a boy, i can't like pink? is that what you're saying?"
"i never said that." you quickly get defensive.
you still can't figure out why he follows you around. and truth be told, he doesn't know either. maybe it's simply because he enjoys the chase. he's too persistent for his own good.
after paying for whatever junk food you bought even after your sensei strictly told not to, both walk out with calorieful bags. while you and him fuss about who gets to carry the bags, your eyes fall on a certain person. and you call shidou's name to make him pay attention.
"this guy again-" shidou cracks his knuckles, ready to throw punches but you stop him. as you tell him that multiple times, finally ending up pulling him away with you. "shidou, that guy is danger. im serious, don't try to fight him."
many factors including the fact that you consumed too much junk food is the reason why you're stopped at the end of your karate class. you had to own it up. you had to endure every harsh insult your sensei threw at you.
while shidou waited for you outside your class. ready to laugh at you as you walk out. and when you did, he started with those playfully mocking words as he pinned you to the wall. but you. you just hugged him. and let a few tears spill.
shidou was given a detention for trying to roundhouse kick the karate sensei. and you were too for whatever reason. in the classroom of only you and him, the silence never was found since you kept nagging at him.
"what were you thinking trying to kick sensei!?"
"that's a really good question."
you didn't feel like matching up to his energy. you never did honestly. but this time you told him you needed to be alone. so he didn't walk with you after school. shidou went to the convenient store out of boredom. buying the strawberry flavoured pocky cause he had it planned. besides, he's not used to walking alone. he's fast, he probably could run up and reach behind you.
shidou walks out of the store, re-counting the change he got, shoving the coins in his pocket. but his eyes fell on that thug who's found everyday outside the convenient store. so he takes one coin, and throws it hard enough so that it sticks onto the thug's forehead.
the time must be fucking with shidou cause how the hell did that man suddenly appear so close, ready to punch shidou. but that never happened cause the punch was taken by your forearm. and tears prick your eyes as you let out a little ouchie.
"ouchie!?"
"run you idiot!"
swiftly you grasped shidou's wrist and propelled yourselves forward, sprinting with every ounce of speed you could muster. soon it was shidou who clutched your wrist, dragging you along. "i take back what i said. your defense is awesome, and your reflexes too."
"yeah, not the time! a thug is running after us!"
"now is the time. i kinda feel bad but when you hugged me and cried, i got hard."
"shidou what!?"
"nevermind, how about this...i think i like you. well, i used to. but now im sure i like you."
"ewwww!"
"don't ew my feelings man! not cool!"
"can you just-"
pant. pant. pant.
after that delinquent was finally out of sight, both of you sat by the bus stop, panting so damn heavily.
"i really meant it. don't think i confessed-"pant"-just cause i got lost in the moment."
"i know."
"..."
"..."
"so we're-"
"yes."
"really-?"
"shut up."
"...just to be on the safe side, let's make an oath to never break up."
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i taught him that ^_^
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Character: Itoshi Sae
He is definitely not the type of person who makes mistakes, at least not the type that admits them, but right now every inch of his being is regretting that one day. Not so long, probably not even a week ago, he was in that same park with you, hearing your confession of love towards him. He ended up rejecting your feelings, the hurt expression on your face being something being something he was unable to forget, something that he wished wasn't due to him.
There was no point in hiding his feelings, he loved you more than he could've possible explained, finding comfort in your words and the look in your eyes when you observed him, like he was worth something just for being him and not because he was good at soccer. But, why would've Sae reject you? The answer is easy. He was scared of you noticing the awful jerk he knew he was, scared you would get tired of his awkwardness when it came to expressing affection. But overall, Sae was terrified of the idea of you leaving if your relationship came to an end.
The older Itoshi tried his best to not damage your friendship, even if it caused both of you pain, though he obviously failed on doing it. And as everyone could've expected, avoiding him became your new hobby. Soon, your text messages turned more and more dry and you seemed to walk in the opposite direction every single time your paths crossed by coincidence —he would never admit he spent and ungodly amount of time to make those "coincidences" happen.
"Why the fuck is this so complicated"
Those were the same words the midfielder said to himself each time he failed in having a proper conversation with you.
Truth to be told, Sae had enough of the whole situation, from hiding his feeling to losing touch with you. In other words, he was planning to confront you and be honest with his feelings, even if that definetely was not his cup of tea. He chose to send a message, short and simple, asking for you two to meet again in the same park you confessed. Was that location the best? No. Did he cared? Also no. His plan was to replace that bad memory with a better one, at least one in which he didn't hurt you.
Now there he was, with a big bouquet of red tulips, the same ones you claimed to love since they reminded you of his hair and the spring. The auburn haired took a big breath of air in an attempt to calm his nerves, his hands sweating so much he had to made sure the flowers' wrap wasn't damage. It was a unusual to him to be that anxious; though it may sound strange, he felt much calmer and relaxed during important soccer matches than in that exact moment, but he guessed only you could have that effect of him.
He approached to you from behind, making sure to not ruin the surprise, while you sat in silence in the same swings in which you two used to spend some of your free time together. Sae called you name and you turned to see him, your eyes still looking at him shining and with an affection you were unable to hide. The whole situation made him feel small, yet he couldn't help but smile softly for you, silently praying you would accept him once more, just that this time as the person who you loved and loved you back.
"Hey... I wanted to talk"
And when you smiled at him, and Sae knew everything would be alright as long as he had you in his life.
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hey
#(laughs sheepishly as i rub the back of my neck)#im writing for three characters simultaneously. i'll post for one hopefulleh#i'll be done with the reqs by tge end of this month too. hopefulleh.#taking this a lil seriously cause i consider this a job#also sry for not posting consistently
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CREDITS TO ME BECUZ I MADE SUAR YOU DIDNT FALL ASLEEP BEFORE POSTING THE FIC😤
all hail to agusdeeznutzz
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hi!! itoshi rin with prompt no1! seems so interesting omg
you didn't even ask for much. rin still got annoyed. so so annoyed when you walked several steps behind him, asking him to play with you too. he was only 9 after all. and you were only 8, following him, convincing him to play soccer with you too. you'd do great. you've watched people play. you can kick. you promise. you sounded like a broken record. your persistent requests met with a frustrated sigh. as he halted. and he turned around, placing the football down and kicking it towards you till it reached your feet.
"kick it."
with little contemplation, you gave the football a kick back to him. regrettably, your effort fell short—the ball only reaching the midway point between you and him. his eyebrows furrowed in disappointment, a visibly growing frustration. as he strode towards the ball. he took a powerful swing, launching it with great force towards your legs, causing a sharp pang of pain. wincing, you stood still regardless.
as he taunted you, his words dripped with arrogance as he boasted about his own foot strength(along with how him and his brother are going to be the best strikers in the world)(you have no idea what he's talking about) and urged you to make another attempt. your kick was very close to connecting to his feet, but alas, it fell just short. rin let out a huff before snatching up the ball and proceeding to say very spiteful things to you. how you suck. your soccer skills suck. and the pink hair clip you wore was ugly.
after saying all that, he simply turns around and strolls away. but you've had enough. you've only been nice to him, and you won't take this. and as a payback, you ran and jumped on his back and bit him.
as both get older, he got into his girls are weak and you got into your yuck, boys phase. he was not as expressive and so weren't you. rude remarks were the only thing you two had to offer each other. that one time, he accidentally found your diary. and before he got to read any further, you snatched it back and hit his head with the book.
few more years later. you've been avoiding him, he didn't had it in him to talk to you. but you did notice his change in behavior. he appeared colder, meaner, distant.
maybe finally at age when both could sit in a room together with just silence and no insults. maybe even little talks at the rooftop. he's gonna graduate highschool, hopefully changed for better. he wonders if you know that he was the one who placed the pink hairclips on your desk on valentines day. he lets you carry the conversation. and you could note him trying his best to come up with a playful remark that matched your energy.
shut up, rin-chan
hm? you still bite people who dont agree with you?
only annoying people
how annoying do i have to be for you to bite me again?
eh?
eh?
as a change of topic, he apologizes. it confuses you and he apologizes again. and you laugh at that, reminding that it was years ago. when you both were 9 and 8. a little hum from him and the quiet companies the cold on the rooftop.
you both are uni students now. but then again, rin is still uncertain about what to do when he notices you sitting all by yourself at a few tables' distance at the cafe. he wished for an excuse to talk to you and that was granted when you dropped your book as you walked out.
as he was about to utter your name, he abruptly halted at the sight of it—the familiar book with crumpled, off-white pages. he found it amusing that you still held onto it, despite your carelessness for dropping it.
he pretends he doesn't know what the book is. he pretends not to read the cover which has a big red cross with some fierce "keep off" labels and stickers.
he wished to see his name on it, instead he found so many of "hey diary, i almost forgot you existed" "got a hold of this diary 2 years later" "i forgot to write again" "i was lazy but anyway 3 years of not writing in this diary-" "im so inconsistent"
his face shows nothing but disbelief. but then he remembers when he had read that one page full detail of "i hate rin-chan" he remembers how right after reading that he got hit on the head with the same book.
he finds the valentines day page. he could almost feel the arrogance in your handwriting where it said "i know who got me the clips."
when he sights a "rin-chan" written a few pages after, he reads the starting line...rin-chan is so mean- he skips the start. by the end you had confessed to your diary that you only wanted to get closer to him. and that you had no interest in soccer whatsoever.
he scoffs.
one thing rin didn't realise that he was in the middle of the cafe reading that. and what shook him to realization was the bells ringing when you hurried back into the cafe looking for your diary.
#rushed ending again im sry#im not fully consious while writing this#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#itoshi rin#rin x reader
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wtf is writers block bro? just write😂
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