#;; or... your memories. like how Rin had hers.

[etherealrin]

♡.ᐟ sanrio rings!

how proplayer!rin accidentally reveals his relationship with you to the public

warnings: none // wc: 929

note: my first post ever, hi LOL. ooc rin perhaps? female reader (reffered to as rin's gf)

rin forgets he even has the plastic ring on. so when he gets interviewed post-match and the cameraman zooms in on his right hand, which currently grips the microphone, he's a little confused.

"mr. itoshi!" the reporter exclaims, "what an odd choice of jewelry! and on the ring finger too, are you perhaps engaged?"

what? engaged? rin plasters a frown on his face, ready to go off at the woman.

"i have no idea what y-" rin begins, but cuts himself off. oh shit, he thinks. of course, on his ring finger sat the stupid little kuromi ring he had gotten with you in shibuya last week. his mind races back to the memory, and he groans internally.

"rin, please! let's get matching ones!" you squealed as you dragged him towards the staggering rows of gachapons deep inside the city's neon lit streets. the whole shop was filled to the brim with machine after machine, and one in particular had caught your eye. it was one containing comically large rings of sanrio character faces, ranging from cinamoroll to my melody to kuromi.

"fine, if that's really what you want to spend 400 yen on," he had sighed. he knew you would somehow rope him into wearing the diabolical little accesory.

"i really hope we get my melody and kuromi! y'know it's basically canon that they like each other, right?" you told him, laughing.

"i hope you know i'm not familiar with any of the sanrio lore," rin began. "but- if it's with you, it's not so bad…i guess." the last part was barely audible. you pushed him toward the white machine, with a little "you first!"

to his fortune (or now his misfortune, he figured) he did indeed manage to obtain the black kuromi ring you had wanted him to wear. his attention then shifted to you. you were crouched down over the machine, and, wait…why were you performing a summoning ritual? you had pulled up my melody pictures on your phone and waved it around like a mystic.

"you're silly," rin deadpanned.

"but it'll work, watch this!" you shot back. the tips of your finger grasped the small wheel of the gacha machine and you turned it slowly. an opaque pink ball dropped out of the prize slot. "i did it! see?" you said smugly, giving rin a pointed look. "now you have to put yours on, so we match!"

rin sighed, but he slipped the ring onto his finger, choosing the exact same placement you had done for youself. the right ring finger?

"hey- you do know what this means right?" he asked you, a faint rose tinting his cheeks.

you giggled. "it's a promise! we're now engaged under the laws of sanrio!"

"so? what's the news?" the reporter inquires again. rin snaps back to the present, having temporarily forgotten he was in a post-match interview and on nationwide live television. oh, you must be watching too, he realizes. itoshi rin could only come up with one explanation now: the truth.

"i got it with my girlfriend the other day, she wanted to match," he says with all air of nonchalance that he can muster.

"girlfriend? mr. itoshi, you're in a relationship?" the reporter almost drops her microphone out of shock. rin feels his cheeks heat up, and he wants to smack himself for blushing on live television at the mention of you.

"yes. i have been in one for quite a while now," rin starts. "and she's the sweetest, most stunning girl in the entire universe. now if you're done asking me about my private life, do you have anything for the real game? or are we done here?"

"o-oh, yes…" the reporter babbles on about something he had done in the match and rin wraps up the interview at light speed, wanting to leave and to see you immediately.

when rin finally knocks on the door to your third floor apartment (and notices the glittery sanrio stickers plastered onto it) you open it almost instantly, with a finger pointing at his face.

"i saw your interview," you say, dragging him into your living room where he promptly sprawls out on the sofa, hiding his face in his hands. "i can't believe you forgot to take it off, it's been three days!" you laugh. "but…it was cute. really, thank you. i know how hard it must have been to tell the whole world about us,"

"it was worth it, for you," rin says softly. he's a bit embarrased now. yet he's running his fingers through your silky hair now, twisting and turning it, his lilting touch teasing your exposed shoulder and making you giggle as if being tickled. you notice the kuromi ring, still sitting on his ring finger as if it was the most rightful place for it to belong. he grabs your own right hand, lining your fingers side by side with his, grinning a little at the pink my melody on yours.

"hmmm, i love you too, rin" you reply to the boy. he pulls you closer and inhales deeply, breathing in your nectarine-like sweet perfume.

"you should come to my game next week in my jersey," he mentions suddenly. "i mean there's no point in going through the agony of having lukewarm people online trying to guess who my girl is, i want everyone to know its you." you can't help but smile up at rin. his azure eyes shine with something fragile and genuine, love. you give him a soft, small kiss, and he sighs contentedly.

"i'd love to," you promise.

a/n: if you've made it this far i luv u, this is inspired by the sanrio rings i got with my friend haha

masterlist!

[shoeistars]

— NO PHOTOS ! pt. 1

༺ feat. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi

༺ outline. where the boys keep their slutty polas of you <3

༺ w. pro!players, 18+ content, minors dni, photos/polas, fem!reader, read at your own discretion as I don’t do individual tagging for element of surprise <3

༺ pt. 2 (reo, barou, rin, sae, shidou)

— ISAGI ! on the back of his phone

Oh, he’s obsessed with this one polaroid you let him take, his cock slotted between your pretty tits. Your nails sparkled in the photo due to the flash, acrylics all shiny as you held your breasts together to keep him nice and snug

That night was one where he had earned himself a big win, the celebration you gave him was timeless. Your face was all sticky, smeared in pearly cum and runny spit, little bubbles all around the corner of your mouth

Clear case and all, everyone can get a good look at his favorite girl, see just how much of a cockslut she was with a fat dick between her tits and a pearly smile on her face

— BACHIRA ! shoebox

As deranged as Bachira is, he likes to keep you for his eyes only. That being said, the Nike shoebox that’s stored under his bed is full of filth, softcore porn, downright sin

Pictures of your leaking cunt just pumping cream all over the base of his thick cock, pictures of your fucked out face all flushed and dazed. Constant memories that he happens to keep ahold of for lonely nights

There’s enough to nearly fill up the big black box that once held his soccer cleats, so full that the lid can’t even fit on properly to do its job. It’s a tradition for him to snap a shot of you when he’s got you cockdrunk, after all

— CHIGIRI ! trendy altoids wallet box

Did we expect anything else from our artsy princess? He follows trends and those metal altoid mint boxes aren’t an exception, he carries it around with him at all times, decorated to perfection

He’s got tons of miscellaneous shit in there, ranging from a mini bottle of fragrance, a roll of tums, a fortune slip from the fortune cookies the two of you got at the local chinese restaurant in your area

Oh, but his favorite item is taped at the top of the box, sealed in place with a hello kitty sticker. A polaroid of you with his cock down your throat, taking it so deep that you can see the outline in your esophagus. He just so happens to be pressing a palm flat against, Chigiri was real proud of you that night

— KUNIGAMI ! scrapbook

A man of class, really. He’d hate to see all of those precious photos of his princess getting damaged or scratched, his best bet was getting a plain book to store each pola in their own plastic slots

They’re even organized, ranging from you sucking his cock, to your back turned to him as he’s plowing your guts from behind, to you on your knees with glossy nut covering every goddamn inch of your body

It’s his prized possession, stuffed in his bookshelf next to all of his old soccer books and manga. A good flip through is enough to make him chub up in his joggers

— NAGI ! playstation

That playstation was damn expensive, he’d be a fucking fool to not add a breathtaking picture of you bouncing on his dick like it’s your lifeline. It’s taped with washi tape, front and center for him to look at anytime he’s within reach of his console

You’re purely glowing in the photo, the sheen of sweat he got you worked up in making your skin glisten like a goddess. The flash managed to catch the details of his veined up arm as he wrapped a huge hand around your throat

He’s obsessed with the expression on your face too, brows furrowed and jaw slacked with a fat glob of spit dripping past your lips like a hungry dog. His girl was a whore for big dick, a fact that made him smirk lazily when it crossed his mind

[f0ofishies]

Don't look back

Being apart of the itoshi family, others might seem you've got lucky being blessed by two superstars of footballers. Now you're not as good as them, but you did used to have the same passion as them. You remembered when you were little— straining your ankle crying like a baby. You remembered vividly on how Sae's arms held you up as Rin was already running up to your parents. "Mama..! she's hurt..!"

"Rin, that hurts..!" Your little whined echoed through out your own bedroom. He was tending to your foot, with some cream to soothe your injured ankle. "But its supposed to be—" Sae couldn't help but sigh, "Let me do it." His voice caught the both of you off guard. "I thought you had school?" Your voice interrupting the silence.

"I skipped." Both you and Rin had widened eyes. "No fair!" Rin taunted as you agreed with him. "Yeah, no fair..!" It wasn't until you both stopped complaining that Sae had bribed you both to play on his Nintendo DS. So the whole day, the three of you were just sucked into the game— both claiming it'll help with the recovery of a sprained ankle... it really wasn't.

Now that was a distant memory, another one you also remembered was when you were waiting for your family in the airport. Before Sae could even board the plane to go to spain— you've unexpectedly ran towards him.. puffed up cheeks, tears streaming down. You crashed into his chest as you sobbed. "Don't leave—!"

A plea came out of your mouth as Sae couldn't help but hug you as tightly as you did to him. Even Rin joined in on the hug, his arms wrapped around the both of you. "I'll come back.." You whined once more, burying your face into his shirt soaking the fabric. "You gotta promise—" You remembered the silly little pinky promise he did to you before he left.

Watching Sae come home from Spain— broke your heart. "Sae..?" You called out to him, he looked cold and that scared the teenager you. "What do you want?" You froze in your place, "Rin is still out late.. can you fetch him?" Your voice low as you watched your oldest brother leave. And that was when Rin came back home, but Sae didn't. "Rin where's—" "I don't want to talk, sis."

It was even worse when Rin got accepted to bluelock. You huffed going out to see Rin practicing near your house, "Rin..! You haven't eaten!" You watched as he ignored your pleas— he was kicking the many footballs aligned to the goals.

"It's getting late, come back inside, please!" One thing led to another, and that was when Rin kicked the ball to your direction as you narrowly dodged it. "What the hell, Rin—"

"Shut up! I don't need your concerns. And I dont need a little sister."

That statement broke you, you've just locked yourself in your own bedroom. Both parents didn't know how to handle the both of you, so when Rin left— their little ray of sunshine daughter was gone. Highschool started, you couldn't balance them at all. Grades failing faster than you could even count the number of days that passed.

You've had it— you couldn't care less what happened to your brothers. The news displaying their names, your parents joyous for their sons while you shut off the news rolling your own eyes. You were going to change, and that was when you saw a college worth going, it even had its own foundation. And now we're back at the present, of where your true life started.

You've fallen in love, made friends, got broken up with, and even moved to another country far from Japan without the support of your own brothers. Rin and Sae weren't on your mind anymore, nor did you even care on checking up on them. It wasn't until someone had said two young men were looking for her.

Opening the dormitory door to see both Rin and Sae, covered in their big puffy jackets. You froze, looking up at them. Before one of them could speak, "Don't." They both were here— why? Did your parents tell them? You wanted to slam the door in front of their faces. "We were worried... how come you didn't ask us to go to your high school graduation?"

You scoffed, "I never had one—" They both froze now, but Rin came forward. "How?" You bit your lip, "I went into foundation before I could graduate, but of course, how could you know? Football was more important." Sae sighed. "You know that's not—" "But it is the truth..! Or are you blind?" Your words echoed in the hallways. Both Itoshi brothers froze at the harsh words.

"You know Blue lock changed my career.." Rin whispered, approaching you, you backed away. "Yeah, and completely wrecked our connection as siblings." Sae interrupted, "And I was busy with the—" "Don't even talk, you have no right.. when you left out of nowhere!" Your voice echoed, it mightve made people heard the commotion going in the dormitory.

"What I want both of you is to leave and never come back because I'm not your little sister anymore." They both looked shocked— how could you say that to them? "But you are our.." You had to push Sae away from you, it was clear they didn't thought things through. They just wanted to see you, their little sister on where she's been.. even going as far to approach her.

"No, she died when you both left and never looked back. Now leave."

[esotericbluntbaby]

impact

hamzahthefantastic x reader

description: after a rocky breakup with hamzah, your friend decided to drag you out for a night of entertainment. stumbling upon an boxing match, you thought that you'd be able to take your mind off the heartbreak you persevered through, not knowing that the very man who caused it was in the ring.

mentions: boxer! hamzah, ex! hamzah, hamzah's kind of an ass, blood, bruises, violence, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, forced proximity she/her pronouns

edged u guys with this sorry!

--

hamzah wasn't the best boyfriend. in fact, he was relatively one of the worst people that you could think of.

the pain you suffered stemmed from a relationship of about two and a half years; that much time attached to someone like ball and chain tends to hurt when the chain is cut off. throughout, you asked yourself what could've possibly happened to the man you fell in love with. he grew distant without explanation over time, becoming a ghost of the memories, emotions, and connection that the two of you once had. you spent your nights crying at night in your apartment because you had no clue where he was, nor did he care enough to text you about why he hasn't spoken to you in hours.

though you loved him, you realized the dynamic of your relationship was turning into spoiled milk. the love you once felt so deeply for him slowly turned into anguish and resentment for the time wasted. tears lessened the more you grew used to his absence as conversations began to die down, growing numb to the hurt he caused you by taking himself away from you. the sheets around you became the most "home" you've felt since you rarely felt his body around you, even when he was around. your heart grumbled with the new-found hunger that he made you feel; a craving that could no longer be quenched in the way that flowers crave water and sunlight to grow. how foolish of you to fall in love with someone who no longer knows how to love; how foolish of you to fall in love with someone who could break you apart by taking the love he had for you away.

two years, and even more of simply knowing hamzah, was gone within several texts and the block button being pressed, leaving you numb to any emotion that you were capable of feeling. you originally weren't going to block him, especially because you wanted to give him a final shot at explaining if he was going through a personal struggle or depression that spread onto you; if he was, you would've been more supportive than you currently were. however, you fought an internal battle with yourself on if you'd fold and stay with the mere joy that seeing his text message would give you. you no longer wanted to hurt, nor did you want to feel second. you had to block him in order to heal.

it has been 6 months ever since those text messages were sent and your life became a constant struggle of pondering. you thought that ending things would stop your craving for the "why"s and "what-if"s; instead, it amplified it. he definitely wouldn't text you; even if he did, you had him blocked both mentally and physically. so, you became an insomniac due to the running thoughts and memories that circled in your head every night. it wasn't healthy for you, of course, but you had no clue how to stop it.

that was until you figured out how to distract yourself from the mere thought of him. shaving away the part of your brain that contained him, you began to be as busy as possible as a coping mechanism for his leave. temporarily, it worked; however, you still dreamt of a life with him. you still dreamt of a life with the hamzah that kissed you that fateful night, tainting your lips with the feeling of love and staining your life with his own imprint on you.

--

tonight was supposed to be a night-in: chinese food, a romcom, and possibly some weed, if you really felt like it. however, your friend rin decided to drag you alongside her to this boxing match with her boyfriend, tyler. the last thing you wanted to be doing was third-wheeling your friend in an area that wasn't of your expertise, however, you owed her for the time that she gave you the rest of her rolling papers when you were out. so, putting on your leather coat, you headed off and walked to the address she sent you.

rin's colorful locs made her stand out from the crowd of people in front of the warehouse, as well as her lively personality. giving her a hug and feeling the fuzz on her sweater, you forgot what it was like to feel the touch of another person. it made you feel slightly loser-esque, but it was soon brushed off when tyler greeted you with a simple smile and wave.

"i haven't seen you in forever!" rin exclaimed, bathing in the fact that you came.

you smiled, "yeah, sorry, i've just been busy. how've you been?"

"i've been so good- me and tyler just moved in together, actually."

a flashback of a conversation you had with hamzah about moving in with him painfully entered your mind. you needed to distract yourself from the thoughts before they consumed you like quicksand.

"i'm so happy for you- how is it?" you asked the both of them.

tyler jokingly snarked, "besides all the hair that falls into the drain that she makes me clean up," she playfully hit him, "it's been amazing."

"oh, stop it! it isn't all the time-"

"yes, it is!

"no-"

the conversation fell into empty background noise as their banter created the emergence of the very problem you were running away from. in all honestly, you couldn't help but feel envious of the two in front of you as their playfulness reminded you of hamzah. lately, almost everything reminded you of him. you pushed the thought out of your head and reached the front of the line to buy your tickets. heading into the warehouse, you took your seats as you suddenly felt the loneliest you've ever felt as they began to become immersed in each other's presence. you were simply a third party.

--

growing tired of the boxing match in front of you, whom you didn't even know the names of, you decided to get up and stretch your legs, as well as explore the place you were at. you lied, saying that you had to use the restroom, and walked around a couple of times. it was only until you heard an announcer in the other room that you stopped in your tracks, feeling your throat grow a lump and your heart drop to the floor.

"aaand hamzah's down, folks! will he be able to recover?"

you flinched at the mere mention of his name. hamzah's relatively popular, especially within middle eastern communities, or at least, that's what you told yourself. curiousity always killed the cat, though, no matter how strong it was. unsurprisingly, you walked into the other room to allow your thoughts to be at ease. surely, it couldn't be the hamzah that you know of.

except it was.

he was almost unrecognizable.

the once curly, brown hair you'd run your hands into as he'd fall asleep was now buzzed and bleached to a toned blonde. he was fit; his muscles were always there, but watching him in the ring made you realized that he was now toned. his face now adorned a gash on his cheekbone, as well as bruises decorating his skin. though you resented him, you still worried for his wellbeing. you stared as his opponent blocked and punched him.

hamzah's eyes then locked onto yours for a solid 5 seconds, before his opponent socked him in the face. your hand covered your mouth as you gasped at the sight in front of you. he was hit so hard that he fell over as if he was a drunk man trying to walk after taking shots in the double digits. you wondered if he'd be able to get up; though he wasn't a fighter for you, he was definitely a fighter for himself. as the ref was about to call a stop to the match, he pushed himself up. a fire ignited in his eyes and he pushed himself to the max.

hamzah was now blocking every single punch thrown at him, as if he got into the mind of his opponent and could predict where he'd try to hit him. his punches seemed twice as strong, making his opponent wince and shrivel at each one thrown at him. before you knew it, the match was over

and hamzah won.

--

saying goodbye to your friends, you walked outside being met with freezing air. snow fell from the sky onto you and your surroundings; you soon came to the realization that you had to walk home in the cold as it snowed. not only did you have to walk in the cold, you also had to walk in the dark. you began to walk into the direction of your house until you felt a hand on your shoulder. thinking that rin forgot something in your purse, you turned around immediately. except, your eyes were met with hamzah's; he looked even better up close.

"are you really gonna walk home in the dark while it's snowing?"

you were confused on how he was able to talk to you as if he didn't smash your heart into pieces and leave you to fix it on your own. another part of you was upset at the fact that he was.

"yeah."

"no, let me drive you."

you scoffed, "hamzah, i really don't want to be alone in a car with you."

"you think i'd try anything?"

"i know you wouldn't, but that doesn't change anything. bye, hamzah."

you turned away once more, beginning to walk back to your house. until, his hand grasped your shoulder once more and softly swung you around.

"no, please," desperation was laced into his eyes, "please. it isn't safe."

you weighed your options: possibly freeze to death or get kidnapped and murdered, or endure the most awkward car ride of your life.

you chose the second option, not knowing what it would entail.

--

you didn't realize how far you walked until you realized it took you 20 minutes to get back to your house. you were about to exit the car with a simple "thank you" until hamzah locked the doors. you knew he wouldn't do anything bad, so the whole endeavor confused you and slightly irritated you. your ex currently locked you in his car, parked in front of your house. what the hell did he want?

"hamzah-"

"please, just talk to me for a little."

"why?"

his eyebrows furrowed, "because i missed you."

"oh, and i didn't?"

"let me expla-"

your voice became wobbly with emotion, "no, hamzah. stop. please, just let me leave."

you could hear the yearning in his voice as he spoke, "please. just listen to me, please- you don't have to forgive me or like me after you do but, please, just listen."

"fine."

"i fucked up. i fucked up the most that anyone could by losing you. i realized how serious things were getting and i was so scared that i'd be holding you back."

your voice became softer than the jaggedness you held in it each sentence you spoke to him.

"why would you be holding me back?"

"you deserve someone that could give you more than i could. i could never be enough for you and i'm sorry about that."

"so you just- you just fucking leave? not even, like, leave me but just dip from the relationship on your own terms? are you serious, hamzah? i thought you were smart, how could you do something this fucking dumb?"

he sighed, "i know i'm a fucking idiot. you can call me a fucking idiot. you can call me a moron. you can call me stupid- i don't care. i'm sorry- i'm so sorry. words will never be able to express how fucking sorry i am."

silence echoed in the space between you, eye contact being the only langauge being spoken. you didn't forgive him, but you weren't mad at him. you realized that his distance was only out of insecurity and miscommunication on his end. you didn't know how to feel; training yourself to hate him never worked and this made it even harder.

"you look different."

"i had to," he admitted, "every time i looked in the mirror, i'd think of you."

"what do you mean?"

"i'd fix my curls and run my hands through them and then suddenly, i got this feeling that my hands were actually yours."

"i'm not following-"

"i'd run my hands through my hair and pretend it was you. i'd touch my face and my arms and my chest and think about how you would. i physically couldn't look like me anymore or else i would keep on thinking about you."

"really?"

"even with new hair and a new body, i still think of you, so it was kinda useless."

"i think you look nice."

"really?"

"i feel the same as you, in a way, just without the physical altering," you admitted, "i think about you, still."

"what about me?"

you ran out of words to correlate to your thoughts. you were overwhelmed with all the emotion and loneliness you felt throughout the night. you didn't know what to say, causing you to take shaky, deep breaths as tears welled up in your eyes. you were going to wing it.

"i dunno, i guess i just- i thought i wasn't enough for you. i thought you hated me for the longest time because you never spoke to me and i just- i didn't know what i did wrong."

"no, baby, i could never hate you," hamzah put his arm over your shoulder, "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry- i never meant to hurt you."

"i spent so many nights just crying, hamzah, and now that i'm talking to you, i don't know how to feel."

"baby, i'm sorry. you didn't do anything wrong- i was an idiot and i messed up so bad. you don't deserve this."

"if you just told me you were feeling insecure about your spot in our relationship, you could've just told me."

"i should've, i know."

"i didn't want you to be perfect. i just wanted you."

hamzah's hand cupped your cheek, a familiar sense of love and nostalgia emerging out of his fingertips.

"do you still want me?"

"i never stopped wanting you."

the bridge between your lips connected after being apart for so long as he kissed you with desperation and passion intertwined inside of it. for the first time in months, the both of you felt complete again.

"baby, i know i messed up. i promise i'll make it up to you- but for now, i just want you back. i beat myself up everyday about losing you and i just- i can't take it anymore. i need you back more than i need air to breathe."

"hamzah, i don't want to get hurt again-"

"and you won't. please."

you saw the sincere look in his face as you scanned for any form of a lie. it was either to fall or to take a leap; so, you lept.

"no more boxing. i can't watch my boyfriend get hurt like that anymore."

--

author's note

i kinda hate this lowk but do we want more boxer!hamzah fics?? do i make this into a regular occurrence??

[eclipixels]

Attention

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Content: Some girl enters Sae's world, and Rin doesn't like the attention his older brother is giving her

A/N: Sae and Rin don't have that beef like they do in the manga/anime. They have a normal sibling relationship of caring about each other while still being annoying af

Warnings: ooc towards the end

[4,114 words]

     It’s strange how a single moment can feel like an eternity, one of those memories that never seems to fade, always lingering at the edge of your thoughts. That one time you met Sae, when he was still a kid, just like you. You didn't know it then, but everything would change.

     You were just some ordinary girl who seemed to always be a bit out of place. Your world was filled with stories, with daydreams, with books you could lose yourself in. You didn't need anything more. But then, you stepped into his world.

     Sae and Rin were two peas in a pod, always inseparable. The older brother and the younger one. The competitive spark between them was so natural it felt like the air around them was charged with it. They were always running, always playing, always making noise. But you? You were content to be on the sidelines, watching, observing.

     But something changed when Sae noticed you.

     It wasn’t some grand moment, not a dramatic turn of events. It was just one afternoon. You were sitting under a large tree by the soccer field, sketching in your little notebook. The grass smelled of fresh dew, and the sound of sneakers pounding against the ground, accompanied by Rin’s occasional shout of encouragement to his brother, filled the air. The light was golden, and everything was peaceful, calm.

     Sae approached quietly, his footsteps barely audible over the rest of the noise. You didn’t see him coming until he was standing over you, blocking the sunlight. His presence made the air feel warmer as he replaced the sun, the space around you suddenly smaller. You looked up from your notebook, blinking in surprise.

     "You’re always here," he said, his tone neither harsh nor soft. It was just… matter-of-fact. Like he'd noticed you before and was curious now.

     You swallowed, unsure of what to say, but you nodded. “I just moved here last month.”

     “What’s your name?” He asked. 

     “Y/n, what's yours?” 

     “Sae” He hummed in response, his eyes scanning your notebook. The pages were filled with rough sketches of trees, flowers, and the world around you, nothing grand or impressive, but to you, it was enough.

     "You drew those?" His voice was different now, less distant, more intrigued.

     “Yeah,” you answered, feeling a little embarrassed. It wasn't like you were amazing at it, but it was your thing. 

     Sae tilted his head, watching you with an intensity you weren’t used to. Then, as though something had clicked, he crouched down next to you, his knees brushing against the soft grass.

     “Can I see?”

     You hesitated, but then nodded, turning the page so he could see. He leaned closer, his gaze intent on the sketches. The silence stretched between you two, and you could feel the weight of his attention. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was definitely something new.

     Finally, after what felt like forever, he straightened up. "You're good," he said, his voice carrying a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t draw much, but it’s nice.”

     A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, but you quickly suppressed it, unsure of how to react to his praise.

     “Thanks,” you mumbled.

     The moment passed quickly, and soon Sae was up on his feet, brushing the dirt off his shorts. “I have to get back to practice,” he said, pointing toward the field where Rin was already setting up for another round of drills.

     But before he could walk away, he glanced back at you. “Hey,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “You should come watch.”

     You looked up at him, his face expressionless. It was strange, how much the little comment made your heart flutter, but you simply smiled and nodded, getting up and following him.

     But then, from the edge of the field, you heard a voice that shattered the moment like glass.

     “Oi! Who are you?”

     A little boy who you figured out was Sae’s young brother stood with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed, face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and annoyance. His younger, innocent face was filled with an unexpected possessiveness, something you'd never seen in a kid before. You blinked in surprise, looking back at Sae, who had stiffened.

     “My name is Y/n” You introduced. 

     For Sae, the moment he first met you, his stomach did the thing. Butterflies.

     For Rin, the moment he first met you, his stomach did the thing. Organ failure.

     Time passes. Seasons change. And despite Rin’s best efforts, you become a permanent fixture in their lives.

     Sae grows fond of you in ways Rin doesn’t quite understand. It’s in the way Sae lets you steal his food without complaint, in the way he listens when you talk about your day, even if it has nothing to do with soccer. It’s in the way he lingers when you say goodbye, as if he doesn’t actually want you to leave.

     And it was driving Rin crazy. One evening, Rin finally snaps.

     Sae was sitting next to you on the accompanying swing, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze distant. You weren’t sure why he’d chosen to sit next to you today, but you weren’t complaining. His silence was comfortable, even though it made you feel a little out of place sometimes. Still, you’d grown used to his quiet nature, his unreadable expression. It was like he lived in his own world, and for some reason, you had found your own little corner in it.

     “So,” you said, trying to break the silence, “do you think it’s going to rain later?”

     Sae tilted his head just slightly, his eyes flicking to the sky before returning to the distant horizon.

     “Does it matter?” he asked, his voice cool and steady, not a trace of urgency in his words. “It’s just rain.”

     He wasn’t wrong, of course. The rain wouldn’t change much, but it had a way of making everything feel different. The world shifted when it rained.

     “I guess not,” you replied with a shrug, giving the swing a gentle push. The metal creaked under the movement.

     “Hey! What’s going on here?”

     You turned your head, just in time to see Rin marching over from the soccer field, his expression scrunched up in a frown, his small arms waving in frustration. He looked like he was out for blood. When his gaze landed on you and Sae, it was sharp, full of annoyance.

     Sae didn’t even flinch at his younger brother’s sudden appearance. Rin’s gaze flicked back and forth between you and Sae, his hands balling into fists. 

     “You always spend time with her now!” he shot, his tone tinged with betrayl. “Why don’t you ever hang out with me anymore?”

     Your heart sank a little. You could feel the tension building, the unspoken rivalry between the two brothers settling in the air like a storm cloud. Rin wasn’t stupid. He saw how Sae looked at you, how Sae listened to you when you spoke, how he stayed beside you without any real reason. And the younger brother wasn’t having it.

     Sae exhaled slowly, the silence stretching between them. His eyes flickered over to Rin for the first time in the conversation, but they were still distant, unreadable. 

     “It’s not like that,” he said, but there was a hint of frustration behind the words, something sharper than usual.

     You shifted uncomfortably, watching the exchange unfold, not wanting to get caught in the middle. But Rin wasn’t backing down. He turned his attention to you, his little face twisting into something sour.

     “Why are you always around?” Rin asked, his voice suddenly a little more biting. “Why do you keep hanging out with Sae?”

     Your cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, but from a pang of something unfamiliar. It wasn’t the first time Rin had been rude, but the coldness of his words hit you harder today. Did he really dislike you this much?.

     Sae’s eyes flicked to you briefly, but there was nothing in his gaze, no sign that he’d noticed the hurt in your expression. His attention was still on Rin.

     “Rin,” Sae said, his voice low and firm now, “stop it.”

     But Rin wasn’t done. 

     “Why don’t you care about me anymore, Sae?” His voice cracked slightly, and the defensiveness in it was clear. “Why do you care so much about her? I’m your brother! We’re supposed to be together, but you’re always with her now, and it’s like I don’t even matter!”

     The words hit harder than you thought they would. There was a raw vulnerability to Rin’s frustration, but it was tangled up in jealousy and childish possessiveness. He was a little boy, trying to figure out where he stood in a world that suddenly felt crowded with things he didn’t understand.

     Sae’s usual stoicism faltered for a moment. His eyes darkened, but his voice stayed cool. “I’m not abandoning you, Rin. Stop acting like this.”

     Rin huffed, clearly hurt, but his little face softened, and he crossed his arms tightly in front of him. “Fine,” he muttered, turning away, “do whatever you want. I don’t care.”

     You could feel the air crackling with the weight of the argument. It wasn’t just that Rin was angry at Sae. It was that Rin was angry at you, too, and it hurt more than you cared to admit. You didn’t ask for this, didn’t want to be the cause of their tension, but here you were, standing on the edge of their world.

     “I’m sorry,” you whispered, not sure who you were apologizing to, but feeling the need to say something.

     Sae finally turned his head to you, his expression softening slightly. “It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

     “Yes, it is!” Rin yelled as he stomped his foot down where he stood. 

     “I think I’m gonna go, it looks like it's gonna rain.” Was all you said before quietly getting off the swing and making your way home. Sae watched as you left, feeling a weird concoction of emotions. 

     "Why do you spend so much time with her?" Rin demands as he and Sae walk home. "She doesn’t even play soccer!"

     Sae sighs. "Not everything is about soccer, Rin."

     "It is for you," Rin counters, glaring. "You always say you don’t have time for distractions, so why is she different?"

     Sae stops walking. Turns to look at Rin with an expression that’s unreadable.

     "Because she makes things feel less heavy," Sae says simply.

     Rin doesn’t understand what that means. And so, Rin finally did what all kids do when they didn’t understand something, he went to his parents.

     At dinner that night, he blurted out, “Why does Nii-chan like Y/n more than me?”

     His parents choked on their food.

     Sae, who had been calmly eating, didn’t even blink. “I don’t.”

     “Yes, you do!” Rin shot back. “You always listen to her first, you always talk to her, and you’re nicer to her than me!”

     Sae sighed, as if dealing with a particularly stubborn child which, to be fair, he was. “That’s not true.”

     “It is!” Rin insisted, looking desperately at his parents. 

     “You always smile when she’s around.”

     Sae blinked, as if he hadn’t realized. “No I don’t?”

     “Yeah, you do! You never do that unless she’s around!”

     “S-shut up, Rin!” Sae blushed, coughing awkwardly.

     Their parents exchanged a look. It was an awkward one.

     “Rin,” their father began, “Sae doesn’t like her more than you. He just… likes her in a different way.”

     Rin frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

     His mother hesitated. “Well, sometimes, when people get older, they start to like others in a way that isn’t the same as how they like their family.”

     Rin’s frown deepened. “So, he likes her, but not like a family?”

     Sae cleared his throat feeling a little embarassed. “Can we not do this at dinner?”

     Their father looked at him with amusement. “You’re not denying it.”

     Sae said nothing, simply returning to his food, but the tips of his ears turned red.

     Rin stared at him, then at his parents, utterly lost. “So… does that mean Niichan likes her more than me?”

     His parents groaned.

     “That’s not, ” his mother rubbed her temples. “It’s not about ‘more’ or ‘less.’ It’s just… different.”

     Rin slumped back in his chair, thoroughly confused. “That doesn’t make sense…”

     His father chuckled. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

     Rin grumbled under his breath, stabbing at his food, still unconvinced.

     Sae, meanwhile, didn’t say a word for the rest of dinner. 

     —

     One afternoon, Rin was walking home from school. Today was different, Sae had stayed home sick, and Rin found himself making the journey alone. Lost in thought, he absentmindedly took a different route home, straying from the familiar path he normally took. This led him down an unfamiliar street, one that felt strange and unwelcoming.

     As he walked, a group of middle schoolers, much older than him, suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. They stood there, sizing him up with menacing grins, clearly up to no good. 

     One of them sneered and asked, "Where you going?" 

     Rin, trying to keep calm, simply ignored them, attempting to maneuver around them and continue on his way. But they weren’t having it.

      "Woah, bud, we asked you a question," one of the boys said, grabbing hold of Rin’s backpack and yanking him back roughly. Panic started to set in, and Rin’s thoughts raced. He didn’t want trouble.

     “Go away! My Nii-chan’s gonna beat you up!” Rin shouted, trying to sound tough, but his voice cracked, betraying his fear. The boys only laughed at his attempt to act brave.

     "Aww, little baby gonna cry?" one of them mocked, and they all laughed in unison. Rin couldn’t understand why they were treating him this way. He hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

     But just as the situation was about to escalate, a voice shouted from behind. "You heard the kid, leave him alone!" The boys turned to see you standing a few steps away, eyes narrowed with determination. When they saw you, they laughed, looking you up and down.

     "Look who’s come to the rescue," one of them sneered, but you didn’t flinch. Without warning, you marched up to the biggest bully, who was still holding onto Rin’s backpack, and punched him square in the face with all the force you could muster.

     "Leave, before I call my police officer dad," you said, your voice sharp and unwavering. Rin, who had been frozen in place, blinked in surprise. Your dad had recently been promoted to sergeant in the town’s police force which was also the reason why you moved here. 

     The bullies realized they were standing right in front of your house, and they knew they didn’t want to face the consequences of messing with you. With a gulp, they turned and ran, disappearing down the street.

     Rin stood there, stunned, unable to process what had just happened. Up until that point, he had always seen you as an annoying presence, someone who stuck to his brother like a parasite. But now, in the blink of an eye, you had become someone completely different. You were cool. You saved him. Maybe you weren’t so terrible. 

     "Are you okay, Rin?" you asked, stepping forward and gently checking on him just like Sae would but your tone was far softer than Sae’s. It was as though you had known exactly what he needed, and the way you checked on him was comforting in a way he hadn’t expected. Rin, still a little shaken but grateful, nodded.

     "Yeah," he mumbled, still processing everything that had just happened.

     "Want to go grab some ice cream? There’s a shop right over there." You pointed toward a small ice cream shop just down the road. Rin looked over at you, still somewhat speechless, but he nodded again.

     As the two of you walked to the ice cream shop, you turned to him and asked, "So, what were you doing here? This isn’t your usual street."

     Rin felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. "I, I made a mistake," he admitted, feeling small under your questioning gaze. He didn’t usually mess up like this, but it felt like his whole world had turned upside down since meeting you.

     Once inside the shop, you asked him what flavor he wanted, and Rin hesitated for a moment. "Blueberry," he said quietly. Normally, Sae would tease him relentlessly for his choice of flavor. Blueberry was a strange choice, and he didn’t understand why anyone would want to risk the inconsistency of it. Some blueberries were tart, some were sweet, and others were mushy. He preferred the safety of strawberry.

     Rin’s eyes widened when he heard you order, "Two blueberry cones."

     "You like blueberry too?" Rin asked, surprised. He had never met anyone else who liked it as much as he did.

     "Yeah!" you replied with a smile, clearly enjoying the simple joy of eating something you liked without worrying about what others thought. Rin was caught off guard by your enthusiasm.

     "Sae doesn’t like it," Rin said, feeling a little embarrassed. "He always makes fun of me for it."

     "Well, Sae can be a little bit of a buzzkill sometimes," you said with a wink, making Rin laugh softly. It was strange to hear you speak about his brother like that, he had always thought you liked Sae far too much to make fun of him like this. 

     As the two of you sat down to enjoy your ice cream, Rin found himself starting to change his mind about you. Maybe he had misjudged you all this time. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

     “Y/n-chan?” He said, terrified that you had hated him from how he’d been treating you ever since you met. But when you looked back at him with just a pure look of curiosity, he felt a little relief in knowing there was still a chance you didn’t completely hate him by now.

     “I’m sorry for all the mean stuff I said about you the other day.” 

     “It’s okay, Rin. I know you didn’t actually mean it.” You reassured, ruffling his hair. He didn’t seem to mind that… for now.

     “I think I was just… a little jealous? It’s a new word we learned in school today. My teacher explained it means feeling upset when someone has something that you really want. I felt jealous because Nii-chan was giving you all of his attention. Mom and Dad told me that it’s because he likes you, but not in a family way, and they said that I’ll understand when I’m older." Rin, without realizing it, had just revealed something about Sae to you.

     “Oh, I see.” You coughed awkwardly before adding, “Rin, it's okay, really. Like I told you before, Sae loves you so much. Don’t ever think that anyone or anything could ever change that.”

     When it was time to head home, you walked Rin back to his house, where Sae was waiting on the doorstep. 

     "Thanks," Sae said, his face turning red when he saw you standing there. He wasn’t used to being caught off guard by you. He had grown worried about where his little brother was and what was taking him so long to get home. He worried and cared about Rin while still being sick. 

     "No problem," you said with a casual shrug, before leaving and making your way back home.

     Rin, still holding his blueberry cone, turned to his brother with a thoughtful expression. "Y/n is kind of cool," he said, his voice quieter than usual. Sae looked at him, stunned.

     "What?" Sae blurted out, his eyes widening in surprise.

     Rin just nodded, a small, genuine smile forming on his face. Maybe he had been wrong about you all along.

     —

     Over the years, Rin's perception of you changed. He didn’t dislike you as much anymore and even started considering you a friend. You played dinosaurs with him whenever you were over and watched his favorite show with him when Sae didn’t want to.

     That said, he never stopped being a pesky brat whenever you and Sae hung out, though he at least learned to give you both some space as you all got older. 

     At times, he’d act as a third wheel just to annoy Sae, secretly enjoying the way his older brother would get frustrated. Rin began to understand what his parents meant when they said Sae liked you differently than how he liked him when you and Sae inevitably started dating. He’d seen it coming, but that didn’t make it any less gross, especially when you two did things like hold hands or share snacks. Ugh.

     One day, just to embarrass Sae in front of you, Rin came up with a ridiculous lie. “Sae, you threw out that bar of soap you cut a hole into, right?”

     “What the hell are you talking about?” Sae yelled. 

     Another time, you and Sae were on his bed, making out, when Rin barged in without so much as a knock. He kept his eyes on the floor, not wanting to witness the scene, but eager to embarrass Sae.

     “Sae, I picked up your butt rash cream from the pharmacy since you forgot. You know about that, right, Y/n? Just letting you know in case you two decide to do anything. Don’t want to be picking up two creams.”

     “Get the fuck out!” Sae yelled, hurling a pillow at Rin before quickly locking the door. He’d thought you two were alone.

     “You know he’s just messing around, right?” Sae gave a nervous smile as he turned back to you. You just chuckled in response. “I-I don’t have a ras—” You cut him off with a kiss, continuing your makeout session from before.

     One day, Rin started acting a little different, and you immediately noticed. After all these years, it reminded you of how Sae acted when he first had a crush on you.

     Oh my god. Rin has a crush.

     “Shh,” you whispered to Sae, who was just as intrigued as you. You nearly gasped when you saw a faint pink flush spread across Rin’s face as he continued talking on the phone. You two were trying to figure out who this mystery girl was that had Rin’s attention.

     “Don’t shush me, woman. You’re being just as loud,” Sae groaned.

     “He’s going to hear us if you don’t shut up!”

     “Maybe Rin was right! I should’ve gotten rid of you long before–” Sae was cut off by the sudden silence on Rin’s end.

     “I’ll call you back later,” Rin said.

     “Aw, okay. Something wrong?” The mystery girl asked. 

     “No, just my idiot older brother and his equally idiotic girlfriend spying on me, thinking they’re doing a good job at hiding it. I can see your fat-ass head from a mile away, Sae!” Rin called out.

     “Oh, fuck you!” Sae yelled back.

     “Yeah, go back to the blunt bangs you had as a kid. I don’t know why you style it pushed back.”

     “Shut up! Y/n loves my forehead! She kisses it every night before bed!” Sae yelled.

     “They seem fun,” the girl on the line laughed.

     “Yeah, they’re kind of like my second set of parents, so I can’t get rid of them even if I wanted to,” Rin sighed, rubbing his temples. He politely ended the call with the girl before sending Sae and you a death glare. 

     “Aw!” You ignored his look, instead feeling a warm, unexpected flutter in your chest. You knew that the past ill feelings Rin harboured for you disappeared by now but to hear him say he saw you as close family melted your heart. 

     “This is why I said Isagi’s a better soccer player than you!” Sae shouted.

     “You take that back!” Rin yelled, clearly offended. It hit a nerve, especially since Rin had been Sae’s D1 glazer since childhood. He was still shocked the day they faced off, Blue Lock vs. U-20, and Sae had said Isagi would bring Japan the victory. That family dinner that night? Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it.

     “Sae, shut the hell up! Rin just said he saw me as a second parent!” You cut through their bickering.

     “Uh, he mentioned me too.”

     “Who cares? I’m talking about me.”

     “Oh, for the love of God,” Sae groaned before whispering to Rin “Is it too late to get rid of her?”

     Rin shook his head, confirming his older brother’s fear of it being way too late now.

[vmlnrzmp4]

What if Blue Lock dad's parents were visiting to see their grandchild? (Though with an exception of Michael, for an... Obvious reasons, so, how about with Michael instead some comfort stuff with him having some memories of his parents after seeing his mother on TV, then coming back to reality with a family he actually has now?)

a/n: hey lovely, i excluded kaiser here for obvious reasons :(

itoshi sae

"tadaima," sae says nonchalantly as he steps in, his parents following behind.

the moment they enter, natsuki—who had been playing with barbie dolls—gets up and rushes toward them.

"ojiichan!" she calls, sprinting straight into her grandfather’s arms.

sae’s father laughs heartily, kneeling down just in time to catch his granddaughter, "ah, my little natsuki! did you miss me?"

"mhm! so much!" she says, nuzzling into his shoulder.

sae’s mother, standing beside him, crosses her arms, "no hugs for me?"

natsuki giggles and wiggles free, rushing toward her.

"obaachan~!" she sings, wrapping her tiny arms around her grandmother’s waist.

sae clicks his tongue, "natsuki," he calls softly but firmly.

natsuki looks up from the hug. "yes, papa?"

sae stares at her for a second before sighing and turning away. "nothing. forget it."

natsuki blinks then realizes, "oh papa! hug for papa!" she says as sae picks natsuki in her arms.

you chuckle, stepping forward to help with the bags. "guess you were feeling left out, no?"

"shut up," he mutters.

his mother smirks. "he was always like this when rin got more attention as a baby too."

"mom—" sae glares at her.

his father chuckles, placing a hand on sae’s shoulder.

"some things never change."

itoshi rin

"—and don’t forget how you used to follow sae around everywhere."

"mom, enough," rin says, angrily stabbing his food with the fork. but trying his best to be gentle for his daughter.

sakura gasps, "papa, were you a little shadow?"

"absolutely not," says rin.

"yes," his mother corrects.

you couldn't help but look away, your hand covering your mouth as you laugh.

rin groans, rubbing his temples. "can we just eat?"

but sakura isn't done and starts mimicking his every movement. If he reaches for his glass, she does too. If he leans forward, so does she. "look, ma, obaachan! ojiichan! i'm a little shadow just like papa!" she giggles.

you hold back another laugh while rin sighs, giving his daughter a stern look, "sakura. sit properly."

"but papa—"

"sakura," he warns.

his mother laughs, "she really takes after you, rin."

isagi yoichi

"yuki-chan!" yoichi's mother exclaims, taking yuki in her arms and showering her face with so many kissys.

"obaachan!" yuki giggles.

after setting yuki down, yoichi’s mom turns to you, "y/n-chan!" she says, pulling you into a hug, "it’s been too long. have you been taking care of yourself?"

you nod, hugging her back, "of course, mom."

yoichi steps forward, expecting a greeting, only to get a quick pat on the head. "ah, and there's yo-chan."

"mom!" he groans.

his father chuckles, lifting little yuki, "my little yuki-chan has gotten so big! look at you!" then, turning to you, "yoichi isn’t giving you trouble, is he?"

"oi! why does everyone assume that?!" yoichi asks.

his mom smirks, "because yoichi was such a weak little thing growing up. always so soft-hearted, getting teary-eyed over the smallest things."

"mom—!"

"oh, like that time he lost a game and clung to me the whole day, pouting?" his dad adds with a laugh.

"mom! dad! enough!"

yuki gasps dramatically. "papa, you used to pout?"

you let out a chuckle while yoichi buries his face in his hands. his mother simply pats his back. "don’t worry, yo-chan. you turned out fine."

"barely," his dad jokes.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Itoshi brothers and Bachira with a ballerina reader?

“You can’t possibly be serious.”

Rin didn’t know a lot about relationship and girls, but he still knew when he said that, he crossed a line.

“Oh really.” [Y/N] snapped back at him. Arms crossed across her chest. Glaring at him with that fiery determination Rin usually respected, but now was a little scared of. “So you admit you think my training is BS compared to your training?”

The two of them had been on very intense practice schedules as of late. Rin training up to prepare for his next match and move up, and [Y/N] training for their upcoming performance and hopefully be scouted for prima in a company. They were stressed out, fried, and exhausted. And what do exhausted people do when they are exhausted? Compare their exhaustion so they make sure that their complaints are justified as they are the only one, in the whole wide world, who could be this exhausted.

“I didn’t say it was ‘BS’. I’m just saying you can’t possibly compare what I have to do to what you have to do. The weight training. The cardio.”

“The stretching. The vaults.”

“The practice matches. The strategy management.”

“Learning every step in the performance, even if it isn’t yours, to memory. Being lifted almost 8 feet in the air and hoping your partner can hold so you don’t break your leg, or your neck.”

“The ice baths.”

“Pointe shoes.”

“Having to deal with Isagi!”

The couple growled at each other before [Y/N] finally snapped. “Fine! You think it’s so easy, you do it!”

“Fine!”

Rin would live to regret that.

The next day, to foolishly prove a point, Rin went through [Y/N]’s whole workout schedule with them. The stretching, the vaults, the practice, the lifts. He wouldn’t let himself be lifted, nor wear pointe shoes, but by the end of the day his body hurt in new ways he didn’t even know were possible. “Still think it’s so easy?”

Rin looked up from the floor he was laying on up at [Y/N]. “Fine. I take it back.”

She smiled and knelt down beside him. “Well, I appreciate that. People think because ballet is all pretty costumes and fluid movements that it’s calm & easy. They don’t appreciate the work that goes into it.”

“I’m sorry.” He realized he was doing that. Belittling their hard work.

Rin sat up and took a sip out of his water bottle. “Are you going to do my training tomorrow then?”

“Sure. What’s fair is fair.” She agreed. “But no weights. I can’t bulk up anymore of Madam Costume Maker will murder me.”

Rin scoffed. “We’ll just do an easy day for you then. If you can’t handle it.”

She punched him in the shoulder, but Rin was too tired to even feel it.

One thing that people don’t tell you when you become a professional athlete is that it’s not just about the games anymore. It’s the press.

Sae sighed as he came back to his hotel room. Completely drained from having to deal with people all day and answer their silly questions. He just wanted to play football. Why did he have to tell everyone about his fitness strategy or what brand of saltines he liked?

As he was taking off his coat his phone rang and Sae answered it. “Hello.”

“Thank you for the flowers.”

A small smile tugged at Sae’s lips as he heard [Y/N]’s voice. “Of course.” With his game coming up, he was not in town for [Y/N]’s opening night. He felt bad about it, which was strange, but being professionals in their art sometimes they had to make sacrifices. That didn’t mean he couldn’t make an effort. “How was the show?”

“Good. Early critic reviews seem to be positive.” Of course they were with [Y/N] as the prima. “I wish you could have seen it.”

“I will.” Sae explains that he paid someone to film their performance. He had gotten special permission and everything from the company; with a hefty donation. “I’ll watch it later.”

“You sound tired.”

“I am.” He confessed.

“Poor baby,” [Y/N] cooed. Even though she was the one that went through the grueling physicality of dancing, she still seemed more concerned for him. “Why don’t you take a hot bath and get some sleep then?”

“They don’t believe in baths here.” Or at least his hotel room didn’t.

“A shower then. I’ll see you next week?”

“Of course.”

Sae hung up the phone and sighed again. Still tired, but a little refreshed from talking to [Y/N].

He showered and went to bed as suggested. Getting a goodnight sleep for another press tour tomorrow before the game. When he woke up that morning there was a knock at his door and a delivery from room service. A hearty breakfast of an egg white omelet, fresh fruit, and salty seaweed tea. The kind of breakfast he needed but would never get for himself. After accepting delivery, Sae noticed a card on the silver tray and quickly read it.

:Do your best: was all it said, but Sae knew who it was from.

He sat in his hotel room and ate his breakfast in silence. Watching [Y/N]’s performance on TV. Just because they had to make sacrifices didn’t mean that they couldn’t make the effort.

Bachira had been obsessed with ballerina’s ever since his mother took him to see a show once at Christmas.

The bright costumes. The spins. The music. It always excited him.

Dating [Y/N] was almost like being in the show. Helping them with their choro. Coming to rehearsals to see them practice. Bachira had probably seen the show a hundred times before actually opening night, and yet he was as nervous & excited as the actual dancers.

“You’re going to do great [Y/N]-chan~!” He whispered to her backstage.

“I don’t know…it’s a much bigger crowd than I expected….”

“That’s ok.” Bachira told her. “They’re all just faceless blobs in a crowd. Don’t focus on anyone but me in the first row. Unless…I get removed for cheering too loud. That’s gonna be hard for more….”

[Y/N] chuckled, then kissed Bachira’s cheek. “Thank you. I wouldn’t have made it this far without your support.” The music changed, coming up on [Y/N]’s cue, and they get into position to dance out. “Don’t get kicked out.”

“I’ll try~!” Bachira promised, then went to his seat to watch the performance from the audience. In awe & rapture of the beauty of the show and his partner.

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — rin itoshi: in the in-between !

synopsis: after an accident leaves you unconscious for days, you wake up in a quiet hospital room to the soft light of morning and the even softer sight of him by your side.

rin itoshi x reader ⭑ fluff / hurt + comfort / mutual pining / slow burn likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

wc: 705

you wake up slowly, like resurfacing from the bottoms of a still, deep lake.

everything is muffled at first. the hum of machines, the cotton weight of your limbs, the soft ache in your chest. light spills in through half-closed blinds, warm and golden, brushing your skin like a memory. the scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, faint and sterile, but not entirely unpleasant.

you blink. once. twice.

the room is quiet, so quiet, you almost miss the shape of him.

his head is resting on the side of the bed, one arm folded beneath it, the other draped limply over the edge. there's a soft furrow between his brows, a faint crease of exhaustion that even sleep can't erase. his hair falls over his forehead in messy strands, a little longer than usual, like he's been to busy to remember to care.

rin itoshi.

fast asleep, here, next to you.

you don't move. you barely breathe.

there's something oddly surreal about it, like you're still dreaming and this is the part your mind made up for comfort. but he's real. real in the way his hoodie sleeves are bunched up over his forearms. real in the subtle rise and fall of his shoulders. real in the way his pinky grazes yours, so close, you can feel his warmth without touching him.

a knock sounds, gently.

you turn your head.

a nurse steps in with practiced quiet, clipboard hugged to her chest. she sees you, offers a small, knowing smile.

"you're awake," she says softly. "finally."

your throat is dry when you try to speak. "how long...?"

"two days," she replies, adjusting something on the monitor beside you. "he's been here the whole time."

you glance over.

rin doesn't stir. his posture is slack with sleep but something about it still feels tense, like even in unconsciousness, some part of him is still waiting. watching.

"he refused to leave," the nurse adds, her voice a little lighter now. "slept right there. barely touched the food we brought him. i think he was worried you'd vanish if he blinked too long."

you don't know what to respond.

so you don't.

instead, your gaze returns to him, his arms draped so carelessly, fingers twitching in sleep. the corner of his mouth soft. a strange, quiet part of your heart curls inward.

you whisper, "idiot."

maybe he hears it. or maybe some part of him feels your voice. either way, he stirs.

his lashes flutter. his hand shifts. and then those blue-green eyes blink open, unfocused at first. his expression shifts when he sees you. like watching clouds clear from a sky that hasn't seen sunlight in days.

"you're awake," he says.

his voice is raw from sleep yet steady. warm. filled with something that almost feels like a relief.

you nod, a small, tired smile pulling at your lips. "barely."

he sits up a little straighter. stretches his fingers, then curls them into fists. you can tell from the look on his face that he wants to say something, something smart or biting or sarcastic, but he doesn't.

he just exhales.

and stays.

you don’t ask why. not yet. not when he looks like he hasn’t breathed in two days and just remembered how.

“you stayed,” you murmur.

he looks away.

“...someone had to.”

and maybe that’s all he’ll give you. maybe that’s all either of you can handle right now, in this strange haze between the terrifying and the tender. but it’s enough.

he doesn’t say what you already feel in your bones.

that he was scared. that he didn’t know what to do. that something about seeing you like this, hooked up to wires and monitors, split something inside him.

you both say nothing for a while.

the silence isn’t heavy. it’s soft and patient. like the in-between of a breath.

then, gently, his fingers brush yours.

your eyes meet.

neither of you pulls away.

and in that moment, in the quiet echo of machines and half-said things, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, this is how it starts. not with a confession. not with a kiss. but with this.

a hand half-held.

a heart almost spoken.

and someone who never left your side.

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[bluepurplepinklock]

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

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

Isagi Yoichi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" now you were confused one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rin Itoshi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cosmicfandomvegan]

Gods, Obito and Kakashi were totally simping for each other weren't they?

These two were disgustingly down bad for each other in the most tragic, soul-crushing way possible. The secret infauation was legendary—just buried under layers of guilt, war, and emotional constipation.

Exhibit A: Obito’s Entire Existence:

- Gave Kakashi his literal eye (a Sharingan! An Uchiha’s "heart"!) as a ”congrats on your promotion” gift.

- Basically "died" screaming Kakashi’s name while getting crushed by a boulder ("Protect Rin… for me…" aka "I trust you with my heart’s last wish").

-Kept Kakashi alive at every opportunity (yes, even that time when he went on a killer rampage and had just witnessed Kakashi kill his literal crush).

- As an adult terrorist? BOY WAS STILL OBSESSED! Built a whole Kakashi’s Pain Simulator in the Kamui dimension. He recreated Kakashi’s suffering in his mind to "prove" Kakashi’s life was pain—because Obito was, in fact, obsessed.

-Obito stalked Kakashi for years (watching him mourn at the Memorial Stone.. Kinda wonder if he was comparing dicks at any point too, like Gai did in that one filler episode🍆).

-Then in a way, Kamui was like Obito’s "Kakashi Pain Cave" where he sulked for 15 years—peak infatuation!)

- "I’ll haunt you forever 🖤🤍" energy 😭

Exhibit B: Kakashi’s Eternal Guilt Kink:

- Wore Obito’s eye for 20 years, never removing it, never moving on. "This is my burden (and also my emotional support trauma eye that reminds me of how good a person Obito was as I strive to make him proud every day of my life).”

- Barely brought Rin up. I mean, she must've been closer to him than Obito, right? Lived longer, he actually got along with her... She was like his sister. But nah, his memories and thoughts are almost allllll Obito. (Bro loved both, but he loved Obito, catch my drift? He was dead-ass obsessed with a dead guy. If Obito was an Obita, way more people would ship and even say they were clearly in love.)

- When Obito finally revealed himself? Kakashi stabbed him ironically in the heart (metaphor?) and then had a mental breakdown in the middle of battle. Classic. T_T

-After Obito's "death", Kakashi didn't just adopt his ideals, he let Obito's ghost rewrite his entire personality. (He deeply admired Obito too. 🥹)

-Literally built a shrine to his memory (and visited it more than his dad’s grave).

Obito’s name wasn’t even officially on the classified mission names list, but Kakashi carved it in himself like a lovesick Victorian widow etching initials into a tree. Meanwhile, Sakumo’s grave? Pretty dusty. :/ 

Obito’s symbolic headstone he's like, "BB I VISIT YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY AND I QUOTE YOU CONTINUOUSLY 😭" aka YOU STILL MATTER. (how fucking romantic????)

And let’s not even get into how Kakashi retired to tend Obito’s grave post-war. Dude built a whole second shrine.

Peak uwu Moment:

Their final interaction in the war:

- Obito: "I’m giving you my Sharingan again. Here’s a double Mangekyō. Go be OP, my emotionally stunted king. 👑😩"

- Kakashi: "I’ll carry your will (and also your face in my soul) forever.”

- Poor Naruto watching and knowing full-well he's missed an entire gay saga of Kakashi's life: "Are they… flirting....?¿?? wtf maaan...-___-;"

Conclusion:

They were disaster soulmates—one died a martyr, the other lived as a widow, and their love language was mutual self-destruction. If that’s not obsessive infatuation, what is? They could def have been a toxic rom-com and I'd pay to watch it. 🍿😎 I mean, they were so in love. Kakashi could never let go, and neither could Obito.

(I know it's not canon but we don't talk about that.)

[cheralith]

— always in your orbit.

character ; itoshi rin || wc ; 1.0k contains/cw ; gn!reader, they/them pronouns, she/her pronouns used not for reader synopsis ; you and rin run into a stray kitten when you walk home together one evening after school.

when you and rin were schoolmates, there was a large land-locked lake that you and him had to pass on your way home since you and him were neighbors on the same black. a large, vast mirror, it often reflected the setting sun and it was a sight for you to savor and engrain into your memory. there was indeed a shortcut to get to the block faster, but you insisted on walking there to take in the view.

in your third year, just before you left for college, you and him ran into a stray kitten, abandoned and left to die in a shallow cardboard box at the bottom of the hill leading into the lake. probably the runt of litter, it was small enough to curl into the palm of rin's hand, the noir of its fur spreading like ink, mimicking rin's own locks. its mewl was just barely there, clearly malnourished and weak.

you had burst out into tears at the sight, your heart clenching so tightly at the sad scene unfolding before you. given how close it was to the water, it might’ve accidentally tossed itself in and drowned. fate was on its side today at least. you wanted to take the poor thing home so badly, but your mother detested cats and your sibling had a severe cat allergy. rin, in a panic at the sight of your overflowing tears, had babbled that he'll take it home and nurse it to take it to the shelter. that shut you up good to his relief.

"can i visit it?" you had asked, wiping your face on your sleeve.

rin nodded shyly as he picked up the box with the kitten in it, making sure it rested properly in the safety of the scrappy box as he wondered what he had gotten himself into just because he wanted to make you stop crying.

because you and rin had found him just before you and him left for university, you only got to visit the kitten a spare number of times before you left the suburbs and into the big city. but in the times you were able to, rin couldn't help but let his affection for you grow as you played with the small kitten, happily laughing whenever it did any tricks to your pleasure. he supposes the addition of the kitten mewling for you to pay attention to it whenever your eyes weren't on it didn't help either, both parties clearly having an affection for each other.

"are you gonna name her?" you had asked on what would be your last visit for awhile, "i thought you guys were gonna take her to the shelter once she was nursed back to health."

rin shrugged, watching intently from his desk as you wiggled your fingers and tickled the kitten's small, now much more plump belly thanks to rin and his parents' care. "dunno. we just call her kitty for now."

you deadpanned. "you named a kitten 'kitty?' you can't be serious."

"i'm not the best creative," he muttered as he returned back to his homework. "it's not like we're gonna keep her anyway, i don't want to get too attached to her."

years later, unbeknownst to you, the cat, now four times bigger and a little chubbier than most, still resides within the walls of the itoshi residence. because you only got to visit home a spare number of times, you hardly had any times to visit your neighbors on the block to check up on how they were doing, how rin was doing. a small ditch formed itself between you and rin's friendship, as he went to study abroad in paris so he could play for pxg while you stayed in the country to attend the local city school, meaning that communication was often scarce. but you still tried, though it often ended up with emptiness from his end.

eventually it was clear that your energy for him was going nowhere, so you stop trying to text him to see how he's doing. so you're a little surprised when one weekend that you come home, your parents tell you to get ready for a surprise dinner with the itoshis, and that though you only think it'd just be rin's parents, their youngest son sitting in the living room.

it was the first time you had seen him in three years. he was taller, more handsome, more mature. you don't see it, but when rin looks back at you, something glimmers in his eyes when he spots you looking prettier, more elegant, more sophisticated. both of you are clearly in the awkward pool, trying to gather up the right words as you're reunited for the first time in years.

he swallows thickly after two anxious "hello"'s have been exchanged. he coughs.

"you look—" rin's voice cracks.

at twenty-one years old, the ghost of puberty still seems to haunt him and he can't think of a more embarrassing moment for his voice to enact in such a manner.

both of you abruptly pause. a flush of pink scatters across his face in the moment of silence.

"... good. you look good," he mutters, his voice tight in embarrassment.

you giggle, that same giggle that rin would often replay in his mind when he was abroad in paris and feeling homesick, the sound of your bubbly laugh reminding him of home.

"not too bad yourself," you murmur softly, grinning as you give him a light, teasing punch. a quiet forgiveness blessed upon him at your gentle eyes looking at him, ones he's missed looking deeply into.

rin would never tell you, but there was something about your touch that'd always send his nerves rushing a certain warmth through his veins, always feeling a little lighter for some reason, less tense.

when you and him settle down at the table, his father perks up as he plates the pickled vegetables.

"oh, rin," he says and turns to his son, "before we eat, make sure to give (y/n) her tuna with her food."

at the sound of your name, you lift your head, confused. next to you, rin's eyes widen and a panic bubbles inside of them at his dad's reminder.

"oh, um," you begin to start, blinking. "thank you, but i'm actually allergic to fish."

suddenly, a loud meow is heard from behind you and the sound of a cat perks your ears. before rin has a chance to reply, you turn and see a familiar black cat strutting into the kitchen, tail swishing in the air.

"i thought—!" you turn back to rin, who has another fluster of rouge running across his face and the tip of his ears.

"ohoho, oops," rin's father laughs heartily to his son's disdain. "forgot about that. you see..."

rin shoots daggers at his father. "dad, don't."

his father only smiles at him before he turns to you, tittering a bit with his wife who seems to know where he's headed.

"... our cat's name is also named (y/n)."

a/n ; not the best thing i've written but i still wanted to write it since i was inspired by this one page from ao haru ride and thought that kou and rin would def be one in the same if rin were ever a shojo protag. esp since both characters have conflicts with their older brothers lol

[heliosunny]

YANDERE!SAE x READER

And so... he's changed Sae was a genius. You’d known it all along. Your (once) friend was a prodigy in soccer. You’d marvel at how effortlessly he made his goals. But life, as it often does, pulled you away. Your parents' work demanded relocation, and you left without so much as a goodbye.

You often thought back to those days, replaying the memories in your mind. He was distant, never chatty, but you still tried. Compliments, small gifts like sweets, you always hoped to get through to him. Most times, he'd just hand them off to his younger brother, Rin. You convinced yourself he wouldn’t miss you. You were just a face in the audience, after all.

Yet Sae noticed.

At first, he thought you might’ve been sick or busy. You never missed a game before. He told himself you’d show up at the next match. But when his mother mentioned over dinner that your family had moved, his world stilled.

When? Why? And why hadn’t you told him?

He told himself it didn’t matter. There was no time to dwell on things outside soccer. Yet the gnawing ache in his chest refused to leave. He hated himself for how easily your memory began to fade. He didn’t want to forget. He promised himself that one day, he’d find you again.

-----------

Years later, standing in a packed stadium, Sae’s sharp teal eyes scanned the crowd. Then he saw you. Older, more composed, but undeniably you.

“There you are, Y/n L/n.”

The sound of his voice made your blood run cold. Your best friend, Hana, practically screamed beside you, overwhelmed by the sight of the famous Sae Itoshi addressing you.

He didn’t waste time. The crowd dispersed, and he cornered you. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

“Explain yourself.” he demanded.

“What?” you replied, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m just here because my friend dragged me along.”

His jaw clenched. “You left without saying a word. I needed you, and you weren’t there.”

You stared at him, incredulous. “Sae, I was a kid. My family had to move for work. What was I supposed to do? And you-” You pointed at him. “You barely acknowledged me back then! What did it matter if I was there or not?”

“It mattered!” he hissed, stepping closer. “You mattered. You still matter.”

You shook your head, overwhelmed. “Look, I don’t know what you want from me, but I have my own life now. Just… let it go.”

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Sae frozen in place. How could you be so indifferent? Didn’t you see how much he’d changed, how much he’d suffered... all because of you?

---------- Later that night, Hana regretted letting you drink so much. You slumped over the table, utterly unconscious. “I shouldn’t have let you drink, idiot!” she muttered, trying to shake you awake.

“Need some help?” a familiar voice asked.

Hana turned to see Sae standing there, his teal eyes locking onto you like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Oh! Sae Itoshi, right?” Hana stammered, momentarily starstruck. “Um, my friend’s had a bit too much to drink…”

“I’ll take her,” Sae said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Oh, but-”

“I’ve known her for years,” he interrupted. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

Before Hana could protest, Sae had you slung over his shoulder. His grip was possessive, and his gaze was cold as he turned away. ---------- When you woke up, your head pounded like a drum. You blinked, taking in your unfamiliar surroundings. It wasn’t your apartment. The room was too pristine, too impersonal.

Panic set in as you sat up, only to find Sae sitting in a chair by the door, watching you.

“Sae?” you croaked. “Where am I? What’s going on?”

“You’re safe,” he said simply. “With me.”

Your heart raced. “What? Sae, I need to go home-”

“This is your home now.” His calm tone was more chilling than any shout. “You won’t leave me again.”

You stared at him, horrified. “Sae, this isn’t funny. Take me home.”

He stood and walked over, his shadow looming over you. “I don’t think you understand, Y/n. You’re the reason I kept going. Every match, every goal—I did it all for you. And now, I won’t let anyone take you away from me. Not your parents, not your friends, no one.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you realized the depth of his obsession. “Sae… you’re scaring me.”

His expression softened, but his eyes remained unnervingly intense. “You don’t need to be scared. I’ll take care of everything. You’ll never have to leave again.”

As he reached out to touch your face, you flinched, but there was nowhere to run. The door was locked, and the man you once called a friend had become someone you barely recognized.

And so, Sae Itoshi had changed- but not in the way you’d hoped.

[kaxserlvr]

Part 2 of this

The stadium lights still burned bright, illuminating the field where Blue Lock had just secured their victory. The deafening cheers of the crowd were fading now, replaced by the quieter hum of players and staff moving through the tunnels.

You barely noticed any of it.

Your grip on your jacket tightened as you made your way through the stadium halls, heart pounding against your ribs. You should’ve been excited—Blue Lock had won, and it had been an incredible match. But all you could think about was him.

Rin

You hadn’t seen him in so long, not since that night in the park when he had walked away from you like you hadn’t meant a thing. And now, after all this time, you were finally going to face him again.

But the anger in your chest burned just as much as the longing.

He had left. Pushed you away. Made you feel like you were the only one who cared. And if he thought you were just going to pretend none of that happened—

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

You snapped your head up, startled from your thoughts.

Chigiri leaned casually against the tunnel wall, arms crossed, that knowing smirk already tugging at his lips. His pink hair was damp with sweat, strands sticking to his face, but his sharp red eyes gleamed with amusement.

You had met Chigiri in the hospital when you got injured from soccer. He was the only one your age so you guys naturally bonded. You didn’t expect the next time you’d see him would be here though

“You really are full of surprises, huh?” he teased.

You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s been a while,huh.”

Chigiri chuckled. “Right! Glad to see you’re doing well.”

You gave him a smile. “Yeah you too.”

Then, his smile softened slightly. “But seriously… what are you doing here, Y/n?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the hem of your sleeve. “Remember those brothers I was really close with and told you about….”

Chigiri raised an eyebrow. “Hmm” he thought out loud “I do recall that yes”

“Well one happens to be Sae itoshi,he’s how I got a ticket..”

Chigiris eyes widen “no way?! I would’ve never guessed that! Why’d you never tell me?”

You just shrugged”didn’t think it was worth mentioning”

Chigiri hummed, tilting his head. “Fair..” he suddenly starts eyeing you”And let me guess… Sae’s not the one you really wanted to see.”

Your breath hitched.

Before you could respond, you felt it.

That familiar presence.

The air around them shifted, the tunnel growing quieter, heavier. You didn’t need to turn around to know who was standing there.

Slowly, you turned your head.

And there he was.

Rin Itoshi stood just a few feet away, his sharp blue-green eyes locked onto yours. His uniform was slightly wrinkled, his hair messier than usual, strands falling into his face. He looked the same, yet different—sharper, older, the weight of Blue Lock’s intensity pressing into his posture.

But his expression was unreadable.

You felt your stomach twist.

The memories of that day months ago in the park were all coming back and suddenly you started to regret your decision coming here

Rin's voice cut through the space between them, low and cold. "What the hell are you doing here?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the sharpness of his tone. "Excuse me?"

Rin's gaze darkened. "I said, what are you doing here?" His eyes flickered toward Chigiri again, his jaw tightening. "And why are you with him?"

Chigiri raised his hands up “relax dude, we met at the same hospital when I tore my ACL, but I’m going to give you guys some privacy” and with that chigiri gives you a small smile and a nod before leaving.

The silence after was deafening. Rin was staring you down and you were struggling to face him.

“Sae offered me a ticket” you said abruptly cutting the silence.

That did it.

Rin's expression twisted, something sharp flashing across his face. "Of course he did."

You frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" You say finally looking up at him

Rin scoffed, looking away for a brief moment before meeting her gaze again. "So that's why you're here? Because Sae wanted you to be?"

You felt frustration bubbling up in your chest.

"No, Rin. I wanted to be here. Why does that bother you so much?"

Rin clenched his jaw, his fingers curling at his sides. "Because it's always him," he muttered under his breath.

Your heart twisted.

So that was it.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head.

"You're unbelievable."

Rin snapped his gaze back to you. "What?"

"You think this is about Sae?" You asked, voice rising. "You think I came here just because of him?"

Rin stayed silent, but his expression remained tense.

You took another step forward, your voice softer now. "I came here because of you, Rin."

His breath hitched—just barely, but you saw it.

"I wanted to see you,I rejected Sae’s offer at first but he promised me that chance of seeing you and I couldn’t risk not taking that offer" you continued, your voice steady despite the storm in your chest.

Rin's fingers twitched. He swallowed hard, his expression unreadable.

“Why is it so hard for you to accept that”

Something in his expression tightened. “You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand,” you shot back. “Because all I know is that one day we were fine, and the next, you decided I didn’t matter anymore.”

Rin’s jaw clenched. He turned his head slightly, his gaze dark. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then tell me how it was,” you challenged, stepping even closer. “Because I spent so long trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

He stayed silent.

Your chest ached as you looked at him. He was right in front of you, yet it still felt like he was miles away.

“I missed you, Rin.” You voice wavered, but you didn’t care. “And I hate that. I hate that you left, that you shut me out, that even now you won’t just talk to me.”

Rin stared at you, his fingers curling into fists. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

You sighed, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say anything. Just—just let me know if I was ever important to you.”

Another beat of silence.

And then—

“…Of course you were.”

Your breath hitched.

Rin’s voice was quieter now, more raw. He looked away, his shoulders stiff, but the tension in his face cracked. “You were everything.”

You felt your chest tighten.

“Then why did you shut me out ?” You whispered.

Rin exhaled, running a hand down his face. “Because I thought I had to.”

His voice was quiet, but the weight of his words pressed into you like a punch to the gut.

You swallowed hard, studying his face. “And now?”

Rin finally looked at you again. And this time, there was nothing guarded in his eyes. No anger, no coldness. Just something raw, something aching.

“…Now I don’t know how to fix it,” he admitted.

You inhaled sharply.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick with everything unsaid, everything they had held back for so long.

Then, slowly, you reached out.

Your fingers brushed against his hand—hesitant, unsure.

Rin stiffened, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, after a long, tense pause, he turned his hand over, letting his fingers intertwine with yours.

You felt your heart stutter.

It was small, barely anything. But in that moment, it was enough.

You squeezed his hand gently. “Then let’s figure it out together.”

Rin held your gaze for a long time.

And finally—he gave the faintest nod.

“…Okay.”

You exhaled, relief washing over you.

“You’re such an idiot you know” you say without any real bite to it looking into his eyes

Rin let’s out a small chuckle while closing the distance between you two giving you a soft but sweet peck

It wasn’t everything. It wasn’t a perfect fix.

You knew he’d be in here for a while and who knows if things will be okay again.

But it was a start.

A/n: Kinda long but I hope this is good enough I kept changing the ending lol ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ also pls send requests!!

[xoxoaugust]

holidays

pro footballer!rin itoshi x childhoodbsf!reader

now playing : holidays by Conan Gray

-▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10

years have passed since the two of you have seen each other

December 23rd, 2023

You have just landed at the airport, frankly exhausted and drained. Visiting home for the holidays after maybe five years of being away for school, now work. You called your mom, telling her that you’ll be home in a bit since you had just landed.

Tightening your coat around you, you walked out of the airport to find your uber to finally take you home. Sniffling a bit from the cold and taking in the scenery, your mind drifts off to old memories. Snowball fights and putting up wreaths, you really missed it, you missed being a naive little kid.

Your nostalgic break was interrupted by your uber, which finally pulled up to take you home. Staring out the window, you would mentally point out buildings that you remembered from five years ago. Your school, your favorite store, favorite restaurants. You snapped out of the daze you were in and checked your phone for any texts. It was around midnight so you assumed there wouldn’t be any, but unbeknownst to you, a text from an unexpected send would be waiting for you.

12:47 AM

no caller ID

Hey, is this y/n?

You

Who is this??

no caller ID

I don’t think I need to say, I just need to know if this is y/n

You

Then you don’t get to know if this y/n

no caller ID

This is Rin Itoshi.

You

Rin???

Rin Itoshi

Yes?? Can I know if this is y/n now?

You

Yes it’s me, it’s been a while! I haven’t seen you in ages

Rin Itoshi

Yeah I know, I wanted to ask if you’re back in town for holiday season

You

Yeah I am, im gonna be here for around two weeks!

Rin Itoshi

I’m here for two weeks too, we should catch up soon

You

Of course! Let me know if you have a place to go!

Rin Itoshi

👍

You caught yourself smiling at your phone, same old Rin.

You still remember how your childhood best friend was then, and he hasn’t changed. The same considerate nature, the cold demeanor hasn’t changed but his heart was always in the right place. He was always thinking of others, he was the first to remember what people liked and disliked.

In elementary school, people thought he was weird. Falling over on purpose, for fun? Or maybe attention? It was weird, but you didn’t care. You would fall over with him, you would give him bandaids, making sure you always had matching bandaids. You watched him play soccer with his brother, in awe of his talent. You were his number one supporter through and through. The two of you always got popsicles together, that was your favorite thing to do after every hangout. Rin treasures those memories, getting popsicles with you and his older brother.

In middle school/junior high, the two of you got even closer, inseparable even. Everyday after school, the two of you would go off and do whatever. Get food, play soccer, stop by that one cafe that served the coffee that was too bitter for the two of you, so you’d end up getting hot chocolate and writing latte on the cup. Those were the days you’d never forget. You remember going to the airport with Rin to say goodbye to Sae. You also remember how Rin’s face was dull afterwards, so you took him to get popsicles. That’s when you vowed to yourself that you would never let him feel sad like that again.

Come high school, things hadn’t changed between you two, until Sae’s return. Prior to Sae’s return, you would hangout after school at the fields to help him get better at soccer, then go to his house so he could get changed, then go to the cafe so you could “study”. You always had to order for him because he was always too tired to say anything to anyone other than you. Then he would complain about the coffee being too bitter and tasting weird. You would roll your eyes and tell him to order something else, but he never did. That was your little routine everyday for about a year, until Sae. One day he had told you that we would be practicing a little extra that day so you should just wait at the cafe. You waited maybe two hours before deciding to go to the field to make sure he’s okay. News flash, he was far from okay. As you approached the field, you saw two figures conversing. It didn’t take you a while to realize it was Sae, you had grown up with him so you knew it was him. You looked at Rin directly, an unusual distressed look on his face. Before you could move any further, Sae started dribbling the ball to the goal. You watched the situation unfold before your eyes in horror. The defeated look on Rin’s face made it a thousand times worse. You watched Sae walk away, leaving Rin on the ground in shambles. Within seconds, you were on the field in front of Rin, trying to comfort him, trying to make him laugh or smile in any way. He didn’t smile, or laugh at all, he didn’t smile or laugh as much onwards. Your daily hangouts went from fun and laughter and conversation, to just soccer. You missed your Rin a lot, but you knew that he needed someone to rely on. You were always there to listen to what he had to say or complain about. It wasn’t long before he was offered a spot at Blue Lock, and you were off to college. You hadn’t kept in touch, mostly because he wasn’t allowed a phone and you had changed your number since then, plus you went to college in London m. It had been five whole years since you two had spoken, at all.

Your daydreaming was cut short when the Uber had finally pulled up to your driveway. You thanked the driver and grabbed your luggage. Taking in the reality that you’re actually back home, you smiled seeing how everything is just as you left it. You sighed contently, your breath visible due to the crisp cold weather outside. Walking up to the steps of your front patio, you felt warm inside. Everything was blissful as it was, just like when you were younger. Ringing the doorbell, your mother opened the door excitedly, ushering you inside. Though it was your first time back home in a while, your family had come to visit you a few times since you were too busy to go visit them, but it had still been a while since you had seen them. You sat down on the couch in the living room, a cup of hot cocoa in your hands (courtesy of your mother) catching up with your siblings. It was maybe 2:15 AM when you had said goodnight and went to your room. Your room was the same, nothing was moved, definitely cleaned but not moved. You placed your bags in the corner of your room, deciding to take a quick shower after smelling yourself. The ‘quick shower’ was 45 minutes. You got dressed and flopped onto your bed, slightly sore from the uncomfortable plane seats. You picked up your phone to place it on the charger.

3:04 AM

Rin

Hey, does Cherrywood work for tomorrow?

You

Yes! What time do you prefer?

Rin

Does 3:30 work for you? I know you’ll be tired from jet lag.

You

Yes that works! I will see you then, bye!!

Rin

Bye :)

You smiled at your phone before setting it down on the bedside table and falling fast asleep.

That same morning, you woke up around 11:30 AM. The exhaustion in your body had left, but you were physically sore. You mustered the energy to get up and make a coffee and a light breakfast, knowing that you would meet with Rin soon for a late lunch anyway.

You noticed the extra energy you were spending on getting ready. The strong perfume you had applied, remembering that Rin liked strong and bold perfumes. The extra jewelry and effort into your look was evident. You weren’t doing it for him, not for attention or anything, it was for you. You and Rin were eerily similar but just as different. You liked soccer, so did he, but he was obsessed with it. He liked strong perfumes very much, and so did you. It wasn’t liking something because someone likes it, but finding common ground and interest with a close friend.

The clock struck three o’clock and you got into your car, driving towards the place you knew oh so well. Having thirty minutes of leeway, you knew you only really had fifteen, because Rin was never late, on the contrary he was always too early for his own good. You finally reached the little cafe and parked in the spot right next to your favorite cherry blossom tree, it wasn’t in bloom but it still looked beautiful. Staring at the big sign at the front labeled Cherrywood, you smiled to yourself, memories flushing back to you.

Cherrywood Cafe was yours, and Rin’s. It was the cafe you had always gone to, everyday. You had made so many memories there, the owners knew you by name and order, they always thought you were a couple. You still remember the times Rin would surprised you on your birthday with a little set up at the cafe. Good times.

You walked inside, the owner recognized you instantly.

“Oh my goodness! You have grown so much my dear!”

You loved that sweet old lady, she was the cutest thing to ever exist.

“Come come, your boy is waiting for you.”

You instantly felt the warmth creep up to your cheeks, because you knew exactly who she was talking about. She dragged you over to the table in the corner with the large window, which had little succulents on the sill. There he was, Rin Itoshi in all his glory. He stared at you with so much intensity you thought you would puke. He stood up to greet you, well he got tall.

“Oh! Hello, it’s nice to see you.”

Well he is awkward as always.

“It’s nice to see you too Rin.” You gleamed.

The two of you sat down in awkward silence for a bit, and the food had arrived before you started the conversation.

“So how have you been, I know you’re a big shot soccer player now, how’s that going for you?” You smiled.

“It’s great honestly, not too bad, minus the paparazzi.” He said with a blank stare.

You nodded in acknowledgment, the silence was slowly creeping back in.

“How about you? What do you do now?” He asked.

“I am a physical therapist, I just completed my clinical studies. I had my white coat ceremony a while back, now im in the field. I actually get a lot of athletes, I think I met a friend of yours.” You rambled.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Who did you meet?” He asked, it felt more like an interview.

“He was eccentric for sure, I think his name was…Shidou im not sure it was a while back.”

He stared at you, mouth agape. You stared back with a puzzled look on your face.

“Did I say something wrong?” You questioned

He sighed before starting.

“It pains me that you think that he is my friend, I would never, and I mean never, consider him my friend.”

That statement elicited a chuckle from you.

“And why is that?”

He frowned.

“You met him, he’s such an odd person.”

You laughed even harder.

“Yeah I noticed he has an obsession with Sae.”

You didn’t know what you were starting. It was like Rin was waiting for this moment his entire life.

“Right? It’s so…odd. If you like a person and you think they are talented, don’t start jumping on them and saying odd shit, on live television too. He is a PR nightmare.” He rambled on about how weird Shidou was.

You don’t think you had laughed at someone complaining this hard. Somewhere in the ramble, Rin laughed a bit too. When he finally stopped, you were still laughing, he was then just staring at you. He was too busy listening to your laugh.

“Wow you have the same laugh from when we little.”

Well that caught your attention.

“Really?” You replied

He nodded with a small smile on his face.

“It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much.” He continued.

You smiled, not knowing how to respond. He was never one to be super nice, just respectful enough to get by. You would be lying if you said you didn’t like him, and his compliments.

“You changed for the better, you’re smiling more.” You complimented back.

His smile slightly fell, your smile also fell when you noticed.

“Keep smiling, it suits you.” You quickly added before finishing the last bite on your plate.

Rin had always been ghastly pale. Even being an athlete, he was very fair and it was probably one of his biggest social weaknesses. This is because, his face would turn bright red at any given moment, he could be embarrassed, shy, angry, surprised and everyone could tell, because his face had changed colors. He tried to cover it up, but as you said that, his face instantly turned pink. You pretended to not notice so he could save face but it was no use. You giggled a bit, slightly poking fun at him.

You two finally finished your lunch, getting up to pay for the meal, you insisted on paying. As you went to give your card, Rin snatched it from you and gave his instead. He handed the card to you, not uttering a single word. Walking out of the cafe side by side, he broke the silence.

“I had fun, we should stay in touch.”

“I did too, and we should, let me know if you’re ever in London.” You nudged his shoulder.

“I will I promise.” He held out his pinky, securing it with yours. He hesitated before continuing.

“You should come to one of my games, I’ll seat you in VIP.”

You looked at him, surprised and giddy.

“Oh my gosh Rin id love to see one of your games!”

He smiled, blushing furiously, he was so glad it was cold outside.

You guys parted ways again, but not for long. You texted everyday, called frequently even on busy days. You stayed in touch, a little too much maybe. When he played a game in London, you attended, sitting in the nice VIP front seat. He kept glancing your way, trying not to make it obvious so the media wouldn’t get any ideas, he already had plans to ask you out, he didn’t want rumors to ruin that.

When he won the game (obviously) he met with his team and then quickly ran over to you, telling you to meet him outside the stadium in the staff parking lot.

You stood there for maybe 15 minutes, waiting for Rin in front of his car. Then, a pair of hands came up and covered your eyes. A smile adorned your face, knowing exactly who it was. It was a bit out of character for him, but you weren’t complaining. When he lifted his hands off your eyes, you finally turned around, looking straight at Rin, who had a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a small box. He looked handsome as ever. You gasped, mouth agape, you didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t say anything, instead you instantly leapt forward and kissed him. You have been waiting for this moment for god knows how long. You felt Rin’s arms pulling you into a hug, you could tell he’s been waiting for this too. When you pulled away, he gestured you to open the small velvet box in his hand. You smiled at him before taking the box and opening it. Inside was a beautiful charm bracelet, and a ring with white and teal crystals on it. You were speechless, you didn’t think this day could get any better, until he pulled the sleeve of his shirt up, revealing a matching bracelet and ring on his hand. You hugged him so tight he couldn’t breathe properly for a bit, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He was living his dream now, dream job and dream soulmate.

And it wasn’t long before you and Rin had to switch those matching rings for another set, this one had diamonds though.

xoxo, august

[mirrology]

I wonder how will the reader in the itoshi brothers x male reader view the snow after the fight of his older brothers there

NOYADE ❛ ❁. ━━ (n.) an execution carried out by drowning. / UN.

❛ ⟡. blue lock, itoshi brothers & male reader. platonic. wc: 1.2k

❛ ⟡ ━━ reader sure is going through it!!! , reader isn't into football ,, communication? I barely know her , more alnst world memories ,, reader misses people who he doesn't even remember , some wholesome moments with Rin & Sae at the end ,, reader, Rin and Sae no longer share a room. this surprisingly took a while （；´д｀）ゞ

❝ It's not the room. Not beginning. Not the crowd. Not winning. ❞ 𓂅 not, big thief.

You lay in the cold embrace of the snow, staring at the gray sky in contemplation. Your arms were slack and spread out in a starfish pose, having just finished making a snow angel. You took a deep breath, feeling the frigid air rush into your lungs, and it hurt as if needles were sinking into them. You shifted to your side, and the iciness of the snow touched your cheek, melting instantly upon contact with your skin.

You closed your eyes, undoubtedly exhausted from the events that had transpired only days ago. Sae had come back from his trip to Spain. You had been watching Rin practice Football from the sidelines after his match since you never got into it like your brothers, nor did you have the talent to.

The eldest walked onto the field. His face had changed since his youth. It was a sad sight; he looked tired. Despite his expression, you felt happy to see him. Next thing you knew, things went south. Sae told Rin that he had given up on his dream, and Rin didn't take it lightly. Hurtful things were said, and you were not acknowledged. Not even once.

You watched with wide eyes and a heavy feeling in your chest as the once fruitful relationship between them crumbled before you. It was cold, too cold. Your hands shook, you were frozen in place as cold beads of sweat ran down your face. You felt useless.

Sae had given you a single glance as he left, a look that sent shivers through your body. Your eyes burned with the urge to cry, but you didn't. You couldn't. Shedding tears was difficult and it was hard to think about it. Instead, here you were, drowning in memories of a fleeting past. The image of music sheets and a boy with silver hair surfaced from the depths of your mind, presented in snippets.

There were two others: one girl had black hair, while the other girl had the brightest pink hair you had ever seen. That was all you recalled, and it frustrated you.

The snow surrounding you melted into your winter coat, ruining the snow angel you had created just moments before. An itch in your nose snapped you out of your daydream, causing your face to scrunch up in discomfort.

You let out a sneeze, which made you open your bleary eyes. Reaching up, you wiped under your nose, cringing in disgust as watery boogers stained the sleeve of your coat.

You returned to your original position by flopping down to your back, groaning as you suddenly felt queasy. Footsteps crunched in the fallen snow as a person walked up to you. A shadow covered the lower half of your body and a familiar voice spoke. "What are you doing?" Rin raised an eyebrow at your dazed expression.

He had changed in these past few days. His outgoing personality had become more closed off and harsher, although not much to you. You merely grunted back at him, too tired to reply verbally. You raised your arms at him, opening and clenching your hands again and again to emphasize that you wanted him to pull you up.

Rin deadpanned up but did what you asked anyway. You stumbled a little as you stood upright as a wave of nausea hit you like a truck.

Rin noticed because of your swaying. He sighed out from his nose and crouched down, signaling for you to get on his back. You blinked and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed your legs to carry you. You buried your face into his neck, mumbling an apology. "M'sorry Rin-nii…" your voice wavered, even though you knew he didn't mind carrying you.

"Why are you apologizing? I don't mind." He fondly spoke, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He started walking back into the house, his body heat helping you stay warm. When the both of you entered he let you down and you took your shoes off at the front door. Once you were done Rin grabbed your hand and let you to your room.

You took off your coat and fell limply onto your bed, just wanting to take a nap and get rid of the nausea. Your brother sighed when he saw your exhausted state, he walked over and covered you in your bed sheets. He smoothed out the edges and gently tucked you in.

Rin nodded at his handiwork and went to leave, although he was stopped by your hand grasping his. He looked back and was met with your pleading face, "Don't leave Rin-nii… please?" you said, your voice slightly hoarse. The former's face softened.

He mumbled out an "Okay." and urged you to scoot over. He laid down beside you and wrapped his arms around you, just like he would when you both were little. You quickly fell asleep, you always did feel safe in his arms.

When you woke again Rin was gone, perhaps he had gone to his room. Your eyes darted to your phone that was on the nightstand next to your bed. Picking it up, you squinted when the harsh light of the phone shone on your face.

You looked at the time, it read 1:49.

It was late and your throat was dry, so you got up to get some water. You snuck downstairs as quietly as you could, grabbed a cup, and filled it with the refreshing liquid. You gulped it down eagerly and let out a relieved sigh when you finished it.

"What are you doing?" A monotone voice said behind you.

Your eyes widened, knowing exactly who it was. You quickly got yourself together and turned around to Sae, meeting his piercing gaze. Bringing up the cup you held, you pointed to it and simply said "Water."

Your voice was still hoarse even after drinking the water and your expression was slightly dazed. Sae narrowed his eyes and reached over to pluck the cup from your hand, and set it down on the counter. He then grasped your hand to pull you out of the kitchen.

"Get back to bed." He murmured, his grip tightening slightly as he felt how warm you were.

"Kay" you replied as you let him tug you back to your room, getting increasingly sleepier. When you both got to your door, he let go of your hand and turned to look at you. You looked back.

It made you nervous just looking at him like this even though it didn't show on your face, since you sported a blank face. But Sae knew he was your brother after all.

Sae reached over and wiped a bead of sweat that had formed on your forehead. "Sleep well." He spoke softly and walked away, leaving you standing in the hallway. You touched the spot that he wiped and an indescribable feeling overtook you, maybe he was still the brother you knew.

Whatever, you would think of it tomorrow. You walked to your bed and got under the covers, sleep enveloped you as you thought of your brothers.

The snow made you confused and it was now hard to look at because of the memories attached to it, you want to stay away from it. You were always sensitive to the cold anyway.

[milaisreading]

Your isagi sister!yn and sae is soo cute!! Image them being turned into toddlers and toddler isagi sister!yn cries whenever you try to take her away from Yoichi and toddler Sae bites anyone that tries to take him away from isagi sister!yn

🌱🩷: Hiii! Sorry it took this long to do the request! Hope this is fine and thank u for requesting!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Rin didn't know who or what he had pissed off to go through whatever this was. The morning was very normal, in his opinion. He woke up, exercised, did his bed, did his usual routine in the bathroom, and then went to get breakfast. Now, usually he would wake up his brother to get food with him, but he decided to let him sleep in since he arrived pretty late from Spain last night. But, as the clock hit 12, Rin grew worried and decided to check up on the older Itoshi. The room itself looked normal, as you would expect the room of someone who just arrived from a long flight to look like, but what wasn't normal was the person he saw on the bed.

'A... Is that my brother?!' Rin' eyes widened in shock as he looked at the 3-year-old Sae sleeping soundly on the bed.

'What the hell happened here?!'

And the rest that happened Rin could only remember in a daze. He remembered getting a call from Yoichi, saying there was something off with his sister as well. So, the younger Itoshi did whatever he could think of in that moment. He packed up his brother into some old clothes their mom kept for memory's sake and made his way to the Isagi house as fast as possible. Sae, as Rin could observe, was grumpy the whole way and really looked like he was plotting murder. Rin was a little worried about the older Itoshi, but knew his brother well enough that he will behave.

As they arrived at the Isagi house, Rin knocked on the door and waited while holding Sae in a secure manner.

"Thank God you are here! Sis turned- Sae as well?!" Rin's eyes widened as soon as Yoichi opened the door. In his arms was a toddler version of his sister, blinking at both Sae and him while holding a plushie of a spiny lobster.

It looked like the girl could recognize them, but was too shy to say or do anything. Well, thank God Sae was there for those things. The boy's eyes widened as his face turned red while looking at her.

"Mine." Sae said as he made grabby hands towards the girl, while also trying to get out of Rin's grip.

"Hey! No! Stop it!" Rin yelled as he glared down at Sae.

"No! Mine! Gimme!!"

Yoichi flinched at their loudness and quickly covered his sister's ear and hugged her closer.

"Please stop yelling. Sis is really sensitive to loud noises. You will make her cry."

Rin shut up and so did Sae, who immediately looked at the girl. (Y/n) stared at them both with wide eyes as a few tears slid down her face.

"Yochan..." She sobbed and grabbed her brother's shirt to comfort herself.

"Just come inside." Yoichi said as he started comforting his sister. Sae's eyes never left the girl, and he could feel his heart beating faster as he looked more at her.

"Mine..."

Eventually the girl had calmed down and the two were able to leave their siblings on the floor to play while they tried to figure out how to fix all of this.

"Boo..." (Y/n) smiled as she poked Sae's cheek with her lobster plushie. The redhead started blushing and put his hand on the spot. (Y/n) started giggling at his reaction, which caused the boy to get more embarrassed.

"I will go and get something to drink..." (Y/n) looked over at Yoichi as he for up from the couch.

"Yochan." She quickly called out as the boy turned to look at his older... well, now little sister.

"I will be back in a minute." Yoichi smiled calmly and walked away, leaving the girl looking at his back in sadness. Sae pouted that her attention wasn't on him anyone and quickly took the abandoned lobster and pressed it against her cheek.

"Boop." Sae giggled as (Y/n) looked at him in surprise, blushing just like Sae did previously.

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Now, Yoichi didn't expect much from his day... especially not being glared at by a toddler-sized Sae while his sister was hugging and crying for him not to leave her alone. The boy looked back down at his sister and put a hand on her head, causing her to look up at him.

"I just need to go to the bathroom-"

"No!"

"I will be back in a minute-"

"No!"

"Sae will keep you company-"

"NO!"

Yoichi sighed as he felt the redhead kick his leg.

"What is going on here?" Rin raised an eyebrow as he walked into the living room and saw the chaos that unfolded in it.

"Sis won't let me go into the bathroom."

Yoichi pointed at the crying girl, then at Sae, who tried to get onto the coach where (Y/n) was.

"And he is just mad at me."

Rin blinked a few times before sighing in frustration.

"Hold up. Kids their age can be easily distracted." The Itoshi said while going to grab his phone. Yoichi let out a defeated sigh while helping Sae onto the couch, the other Itoshi quickly hugging (Y/n) when he got close enough.

'He is quite attached to her... even more as kids now.' Yoichi thought as he witnessed Sae's actions as well as his glare.

"Here, (Y/n), look at this." Rin's voice caused her to look over and loosen up her grip on Yoichi. The loud music as well as colors coming from Rin's phone caused the girl to look over in confusion. Soon after, she smiled and loosened up her grip around Yoichi. Sae sighed and hugged her tighter while (Y/n) kept her attention on the phone.

Yoichi used this moment and got away from the toddlers. Rin was happy it had worked... for about 2 minutes, because (Y/n) quickly looked over to the side Yoichi was previously. The Itoshi's eyes slowly widened when he saw her smile drop and eyes slowly water.

"Wait- No!"

"Yochan!!" She started crying loudly as Rin groaned and looked over at Sae, who sported a glare on his face.

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"Play." Sae said, excitedly looking at (Y/n) as he held a football in front of himself. The said girl was sat on Yoichi's lap and frowned while shaking her head. Sae pouted and tried to walk closer to grab her and mover her away from Yoichi, but the girl just hugged her brother tightly and shook her head.

"No!"

Yoichi groaned silently as he felt Sae's glare on his form.

'Can't believe toddler Sae hates me now... I hope he forgets this when turns back to normal.' He thought and patted his sister's head, causing her to look up at him.

"How about you go and play with Sae? I will stay here and you can-"

"Noo!" She cried out and Yoichi quickly jumped in to save the situation.

"It's ok! You don't have to! We can cuddle for the rest of the day instead." Yoichi laughed nervously as (Y/n) calmed down and smiled, nodding her head in excitement.

Yoichi would have rejoiced in the fact that he had calmed her down, if it wasn't for the fact that Sae stomped on his foot in anger.

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"Hate him." Rin turned to look at his moody brother.

"Who?"

Sae looked up and pointed in Yoichi's direction, who was busy playing with (Y/n).

"Is it because she prefers him over you-"

Rin quickly cut himself off when Sae sent him an icy glare.

"Look, Sae, she doesn't like Yoichi more than you... she just wants to spend some time with her brother." Rin started softly, causing Sae to look over at him.

"You are still her number 1, you know." He finished as Sae's face lit up at those words.

The Itoshis turned to look at Yoichi and (Y/n) again, only to see her give her brother a pack on the cheek. Rin sighed in defeat when he saw Sae's glare again.

'Back to square 1....'