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itoshi if theyr not depressed

[mikiruie]

cologne.

── REO MIKAGE ﹕ 御影 玲王 ┊͙ BLUE LOCK ✩

  ❤︎   fem!reader. suggestive — sfw. pro-player! + ceo!reo. established relationship. making out. implied sex. petnames ( baby, sweetheart, handsome ). word count 1470 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

Reo Mikage has tried damn near every single high end cologne on the market, yet he can’t for the life of him figure out which ones don’t make your head spin like crazy. In a bad way.

It’s an almost infuriating song and dance. He thinks he’s finally found the one on his way home from the store, raved about and recommended by his most trusted friends. “It’s foolproof,” they tell him, enabling him to drop the average Japanese citizen’s monthly salary on a full bottle of this stuff. “She’ll be all over you for sure.”

Their assurances ring loud and clear in Reo’s ears as he spritzes a few pumps of the perfume onto himself before he knocks on the door, his confidence soaring through the roof. There’s no way you won’t be able to resist him like this, coming home from work after hours apart and smelling like a million bucks.

You open the door for him as always, all smiles as he leans in for an open mouthed kiss, only to be left high and dry when you furiously shake your head and wriggle out of his hold as soon as you catch a whiff of his new perfume.

“Yuck,” you gag, pulling away from his bear hug with a grimace, nose wrinkling up at the stench of artificial fragrance lingering on his skin. “You smell weird.”

Reo frowns, tugging at the collar of his shirt and giving it a sniff. It smells normal, and the notes in the cologne are quite pleasant— he’s confused as to what you find so extremely repulsive. “It’s Christian Dior, baby.”

The palm of your hand comes up to cover your nose as you step away from your fiancé, even dodging his attempts to press a kiss to your cheek when he inches closer to you while stating simply “Well it smells nauseating.”

There are boxes upon boxes of full, practically unused perfumes and colognes that Reo has bought over the months due to this debacle, all shoved haphazardly and stored away in some closet in the house that he can’t remember. He’s been meaning to just fork them over to Nagi and maybe even Chigiri to save storage, though he’s not too sure that his friends will ever be able to use all of them up anyway. It’s well almost a lifetime supply at this point.

Reo’s search for the perfect scent that will make your heart sing is long and gruelling. He’s done countless forum quizzes on which scent he thinks you’ll like best, scrolled through all the recommendation reels he can, and has even asked for help from staff at his work. It’s a bit humiliating to say the least— watching the CEO of the Mikage Corporation stumbling from floor to floor, going around and asking every person who will give him the time of day (which to be fair, is most people) on what perfumes their spouse prefers they wear.

“What are you wearing?” You ask when he offers his wrist to you after another perfume haul, giving it a quick inhale before choking. “It’s so strong, I can’t think.”

Reo caps the bottle with a sigh, embarrassed and shrinking away as he tucks it back into its box. Another failed attempt, it seems. “Versace?”

“It’s awful.”

Hastily he pulls out another tester from the inside of his shopping bag, one of the freebies that the employee at the store gave him. She said it was a bestseller of theirs. “What about this one, baby?” He spritzes it a few times onto the skin of your wrist, rubbing it in with circular motions with the pad of his thumb before looking up at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“Chanel?”

You inspect the skin momentarily, Reo’s heart is thrumming loudly in his chest. He’s been nervous before, but this feels like sitting on the edge of a cliff. You give the tester a preliminary smell, and Reo’s jaw dropped, in pure disbelief when you pull your wrist away almost immediately, disgust written all over your face. “No, no no.” You queaze, “This smells even worse than the others.”

Reo is absolutely dumbfounded. The receipts he carries for all his perfume purchases are starting to litter the space of his desks both at work and at home, strewn about in messy piles and seemingly mocking his pointless journey of trying to figure out what your tastes are.

It can’t be that you don’t like fruity scents, he’s tried all the mild and subtle combinations there are out there. Is it the stench of alcohol in the mixes that you hate?

Frustrated, Reo takes a shower to try and calm his mind, attempting to wash away the abhorrent smells of all the types of cologne you hate from the surface of his skin before your date tonight. He scrubs extra hard on his wrists and the expanse of his neck, the most common pulse points to put fragrance on. Part of it is anger management, ensuring that he doesn’t immediately flip every bottle of perfume over in your house until there’s glass covering each inch of your floors.

With all of the scents he piled onto his skin having been stripped away with reliable soap and running water, Reo sits on the edge of your shared bed in nothing but a towel, using another to dry his hair when you come slinking not too long after, closing the door behind you and making your way over to him eagerly. Your gaze is low, eyes half lidded as you lean on his shoulder, snuggling into it warmly. The affection is much welcomed by him, seeing as you practically try to avoid him every time he comes home with a new scent sprayed.

“Hi, sweetheart,” He greets you like normal, still a bit peeved and disappointed in himself all because he can’t nail your perfect scent down to a tee. His brows are knitted in deep concentration, towel still rifling through lavender tresses when he’s snapped out of his stupor by the realization of your hands creeping up his biceps, curling around his toned arm and pulling his almost naked form closer to you.

“You smell so good, baby.”

He’s frozen for a moment's notice, too nervous to move just in case he’s dreaming. “I— I do?”

You nod, pulling him in by the nape of his neck for a kiss. His eyes are blown wide at the sudden surge of brazenness and want from you before he melts into your touch like honey, letting you take the reins as you push him down onto your bed, straddling him and hovering dangerously close to the knot of his towel when you lean down to pull him into another hot and heavy make out.

Reo doesn’t understand it at all, still revelling in all of the attention and love he’s receiving when he pulls away from your lips breathlessly, a whine threatening to rip from both your throats. His face is flushed, wet bangs still sticking to his forehead, and your skin is hot and feverish to the touch in his palms.

“I’m so lost,” he whispers, flustered by how close your lips are to touching. Yours are soft and plump, kiss-bitten and barely grazing his with a coy smile.

“I like when you smell like this.” You confess, giving him another peck and pulling away before he can yank you down himself to finish the job. You’re too much of a tease. “Smells much better than those colognes.”

“I only took a shower, though . . . ?”

You scoff, like it was obvious all along. Because it was— except to your poor fiancé. “That’s the point, idiot.”

Reo doesn’t get it. His whole life, his family has placed great emphasis on maintaining appearance. His parents only used the most luxurious of scented products when going out, and encouraged him to do the same. “First impressions matter, Reo,” they told him, “especially when it comes to having a signature scent.”

But if this is what you, his future wife likes; all clean and natural, nothing synthetic or overdone, then he’s happy to appease you by however means necessary.

His towel feels tight around his waist, and his eyes are glazed over with checked hunger as he struggles to keep his hands from drifting down past your hips. Your own eyes swirl with ardent desire too, panting in sync with the beats of his chest as you lay atop him. He’s eager to continue from where you left off, wanting more of your searing and unbridled touch, and you don’t look like you’re about to let him go unscathed for the next few hours while he smells like this.

“But— but our date tonight, baby . . .”

“You own the restaurant. Figure it out, handsome.”

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✨ Hello everyone, Merry Christmas! ✨

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[isthepame]

Interview Rin Itoshi Blue Lock Blaze Battle

1. Where are you from?

Up until secondary school, I was with Kamakura United Junior Youth. If you play football, you should've at least heard of them.

2. Where are you from?

Chazuke. If it's sea bream chazuke, I’ve got no complaints.

3. What's your favourite animal?

...An owl. They've got good eyesight. They're cute, aren't they?

4. What's your favourite subject?

Physical Education and art. English? It's only natural for a footballer, isn't it?

5. What's your weakest subject?

That calligraphy class is utterly pointless, isn't it? If it's just about copying, they might as well use a photocopier.

6. What's your motto?

“The field is a battlefield”. That's what football is to me.

7. What do you do on your days off?

Drenched in horror. Whether it's games or films, I’m into it. ...It used to be just football.

8. What's your favourite film?

I haven’t watched anything but horror in the past few years.

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itoshi brothers / “still”

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I humbly present to you my first 💩 post

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I was reminded of that Grookey gun meme when I saw Isagi in the latest chapter lol

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[isthepame]

CONFIDENTIAL

"When I first started playing football, my older brother Sae had a significant influence on me. However, by the time I reached my third year of secondary school, I began approaching football with a more relaxed attitude, and I had mixed feelings about it. As a result, my motivation to fully commit to football began to wane.

That said, my mindset and the motivation I carried onto the pitch were what became my source of strength. In this regard, I had strong feelings that drove me forward and influenced my performance on the field. As for my entry into Blue Lock, I had planned to focus on my fitness and to track my progress in every area.

Regarding Blue Lock, I cleared all the challenges in the selection process, including rival battles, at the top. During matches, I consistently scored goals and earned some recognition. However, at no point has my performance been a problem. I’ve demonstrated my strength and determination, and no weaknesses have been."

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