#Blue lock reo

[neeeooon]

Good morning, Elle. I'm here for the 1k event. May I request: Second Chance + Blue Lock + Hurt-Comfort + Business Tycoon!Reo AU

ashamed to say i had to look up what a tycoon is but YES ty for your req!

second time’s a charm

business tycoon!reo x gn!reader. second chance romance, hurt-comfort

you first met business tycoon!reo in your intro to business class, and sparks immediately flew

a month and a half later, you and business tycoon!reo were dating. four months after that, you were single again

it wasn’t a bad break-up, but it still hurt. you got busy with work, and business tycoon!reo got busy with his family’s business

you’d never forget about business tycoon!reo, but he certainly wasn’t present in your mind when you applied for an internship at mikage corp

you couldn’t place why the owner’s name, reo mikage, sounded so familiar until your tour of the office, where you spotted a framed photo of none other than business tycoon!reo

the building suddenly felt too small, and you thought you blew it by asking to wrap the tour up early. apparently not, because a week later, you’re seated at your desk.. directly across the hall from business tycoon!reo

your plan was to avoid business tycoon!reo at all costs. it’d been years since you dated, and if he didn’t remember you, you’d be crushed

on the second day of your internship, you were greeted with a vase of purple lilies with a note that read “to new beginnings.” you searched for business tycoon!reo, but never spotted into him until your fifth day

“reo,” you greeted after chasing him across the parking lot. business tycoon!reo spun on his heel when he heard your voice, violet eyes wide before a slow smile worked its way across his lips. “i hoped it was you, y/n.”

business tycoon!reo agrees to meet with you over dinner to catch up, and you’re surprised by how naturally the conversation flows between you. it was never this easy in college, and you can’t help but feel like there’s an ice pick with his name chipping away at your frigid heart

“i want to take you out again,” business tycoon!reo announced as he walks you back to your car, and your light smile surprises you. “i want that, too. but… you’re my boss now.“

business tycoon!reo’s fingertips graze yours. “not entirely. it’s only an internship, and technically you work under chigiri.” “who works under you.” “…”

you laugh at business tycoon!reo’s flustered expression before placing a quick parting kiss to his flushed cheek. “second time’s a charm, right? i’ll see you tomorrow.”

[bachissidehoe]

in which you're Reo's princess, and Nagi's his treasure. (w.c. 1049)

At first, you found it strange the way Nagi Seishiro would so casually throw his arm around your shoulder and hold you close to his chest. You were Reo’s girlfriend, after all. The girlfriend of his best friend.

“What are you playing?”

He sighed. “It would be a hassle to explain. You can watch though.”

And you did. You sat next to him on the couch, forcing your gaze past his toned muscles and shaggy, tangled hair to watch his little mobile game.

“Come here. It’s hard to play when you’re leaning on my arm.”

And he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side so he could access his screen better. Apparently, this position made him more mobile.

You were flushed. You didn’t think something like this would be allowed. You were nestled into the gorgeous, soft body of your boyfriend’s best friend.

“Oh cute! My princess and my treasure.”

That’s all Reo had said when he saw you. It surprised you, to say the least.

But it’s not like you were complaining. Where lying on Reo’s chest was warm, Nagi’s was cool. Where Reo was obvious with his praise, Nagi was nonchalant. You found yourself wanting the affection of both of them, in a weird way.

And it started to be less surprising when Nagi asked to hold you. In fact, you started to hope he would.

“Your thighs are soft, like pillows. I need a nap.”

And Nagi collapsed, right there on your thighs, letting his eyes flutter shut. So calm.

“Aren’t they?” Reo agreed from the opposite couch, encouraging the physicality.

What the two didn’t notice was how you shifted in your seat, affected by the warm breaths that dusted your inner thighs. It wouldn’t be comfortable for the snowy haired boy to sleep in a puddle, so you held on for dear life, your hands clenched around the fabric of the couch rather than tangled in his messy hair.

You hadn’t realized the effect Nagi Seishiro really had on you. How his subtle, casual affection had trained you to become a secret mess for him. For your boyfriend’s best friend.

But Reo- your smart, charismatic, beautiful boyfriend- he had realized. In fact, he’d been encouraging this for a reason.

“You’re bothered, aren’t you princess?”

For a moment you thought you may be in trouble. It’s wrong to get turned on by your boyfriend’s best friend. But the look on Reo’s face, the devious smirk, said otherwise.

So you nodded.

“How cute.” He moved to hover over you, Nagi still restful on your thighs. “My princess and my treasure get along so well.”

It became pretty obvious what your boyfriend wanted after that. You just didn't realize how you didn't notice it before. The way he looked at Nagi. The way he encouraged you two. He wanted Nagi just as badly as you did.

The burning growing between your thighs wasn't enough for just Reo to satisfy anymore. And he knew that.

"Princess, hm? That what you want me to call her too, Reo?" Nagi mumbled, his groggy eyes opening just enough to look up at your flushed face.

"You should." Reo pulled Nagi upward by his shirt, removing him from the comfortable spot he created on your thighs.

Nagi complained the whole way up, of course, he was never one to enjoy being forced out of a cozy position.

"You should also let her ride you." Reo smirked, bringing Nagi's face close to his, nearly touching his lips.

You gulped.

But Nagi Seishiro was less than nervous, the nonchalant type of person he was. He only glanced back at you, not struggling at all under your boyfriend's tight hold on his shirt.

"Yeah fine." Nagi agreed.

It was hard for you to tell whether Nagi really wanted to fuck you, whether he was interested in you at all or if he wanted to shut Reo up. But as it turned out, Nagi Seishiro was stubborn and ruthless. He wanted you just as badly, his cock constantly straining against his shorts whenever you were close to him, wanting any excuse to stuff his face into your pretty thighs. But he'd never admit it.

Not until you were bouncing on his thick cock, mouth hung open and hands relentlessly tugging on his hair. Right there on that couch. With your wet cunt soaking him, your movements squeezing juices into a messy coating for Nagi's bare thighs.

That's when Nagi Seishiro decided to be honest. "Fuck, I needed you. Fuck~ yes I need~ ah-"

And Reo couldn't have been happier about the beautiful scene he created. "You don't mind, hm? Can't expect me to just watch." He lined up behind you, letting his familiar, flushed tip plunge into the depths of your unused hole, forcing you to lean forward onto Nagi's chest.

"I'll get ya both off. Fuck~" Reo spat, his thrusts creating the friction both you and Nagi so desperately craved, your heavy breaths mixing into each other in the small space between you.

And you kissed him, because you couldn't help it. Your sloppy, drooly lips pressed to Nagi's in a desperate display of hunger.

As it turned out, Reo had been thinking about this for a long time. Longer than you had. Longer than the stubborn Nagi Seishiro had.

He rocked his hips in perfect rhythm, your cunt sliding and squeezing around Nagi's perfect cock while your ass was lubed and stuffed by your pretty boyfriend.

Reo was right about getting you both off, too. It took him practically no time, with your clit rubbing against Nagi's skin and the friction forcing Nagi's tip into your g-spot over and over again, it wasn't difficult. But that didn't matter to Reo, he never specified how many times he expected to get you two off. And it became clear very quickly that once wasn't enough for him.

He'd been holding back his desires for too long, he deserved to see you shaking, tears streaming down your face, cum dripping from all your holes. He deserved to see Nagi fucked out, hair sticking to his forehead, arms wrapped around you and lips attached to your bruised neck.

Your boyfriend deserved that much. After how long you made him wait to fuck his princess and his treasure.

[theresatzu]

Blue Lock characters and you living rent-free in their mind

Featuring: Isagi, Rin & Reo

Warnings: OOC? Probably. Cursing in Rin's.

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Isagi Yoichi

Lowkey goes crazy because he can't think about anything or anyone else. Every little thing is somehow tied to you. It's as if getting to know Isagi can't go without knowing you.

As with most things, it started small.

Like when Isagi went out for lunch with his trusted friends, and he saw a certain dish on the menu he knew you'd like.

Or when he'd bypass a shop, see a shawl, and remember that you'd mentioned you liked it in passing.

Then, his thoughts started to... change.

He started to wonder if you'd like a certain shirt he'd bought, or what you'd think about a tactic he came up with in football.

Those were all innocent things, just small matters he liked to ponder about. But it didn't stay that way.

But at some point, he began to feel more... conscious of himself when you were near. His fingers would rake through his hair, wondering if you liked the more roguish or put-together style.

He would stand in front of the mirror a bit longer, nervously straighten out any wrinkles, trying to look his utter best.

Although it was difficult, he tried to temper his football enthusiasm with you. He knew he could ramble on and on about tactics, plays, and chemical reactions, but he was scared he would drive you away with his overwhelming zealousness.

But well, he stayed a football geek, and reeling himself in wasn't really something he excelled at. But when you reassured him with a gentle voice and a sparkle in your eyes, after he abashedly and profusely apologised for droning on about football that it was okay, he could've sworn he could feel his heart beat out of his chest.

If there was any moment in time, in which he could exactly pin-point when he'd fallen for you, he would most definitely say that the moment you indulged him in his football freakiness, and even proffered some excitement yourself, was the exact moment.

Because from there on out, his thoughts took a deep, deep dive.

At random moments during the day, he'd think about how your hands felt in his, or how ethereal you looked like in the setting sun. He'd zone out, the faint ringing of your laughter playing in his ears like a broken record.

Even during training, you would invade his mind. Even sometimes resulting in him messing up a goal opportunity or pass. Then his teammates would snicker loudly and claim that he was too head over heels to get his head in the game.

Well, they weren't wrong.

At night, when he was worn-down from training or an interview, his thoughts would drift to you again.

He'd think about the satisfied noise you made when you ate something you liked, or when he returned from training and your eyes would light up, a sight that never really got boring.

He'd think about how your lips looked like when your mouth stretched into a big smile, or when you were annoyed and your lips frowned in that particular adorable way.

Or how your lips would feel like on his.

How soft they would feel, against the curve of his bottom lip, how they would part when his mouth moved, kissing you more deeply, more passionately, more fervently, until those hums would leave your throat that made his head reel, and then he'd move to your jaw, peppering kisses along the slope of it, inching slowly and slowly towards your neck, a sigh leaving your mout--

Isagi sat up. Heart in his chest and pounding a hundred miles a minute. His eyes were wide open, but the image of you pressed against him was still seared in his mind.

He touched his lips. The phantom touch of your lips lingering there. He swallowed, feeling a strange sense of loss.

He blinked a few times, still trying to come to terms with what the hell he was just thinking about.

What did this mean?

Was he disrespecting you in this way?

Knowing this, what if you didn't want to see him anymore?

His heart halted, his pacing coming to an abrupt standstill.

He frowned. He wasn't the best with emotions, but even he knew how he felt about you by now. But what should he do? Tell you? And risk rejection?

At the thought of you rejecting him, his chest contracted painfully together, as if a freight train had crashed into him.

No, no. He should just suck it up. Think about... about... football! Yeah, that would nicely take his mind off of you. He'd just ignore all the bodily reactions he got and keep a reasonable distance for friends.

He tried to ignore his heart sinking in his chest at the word friends.

But well, he'd deny any allegation about him sleeping terribly that night was due to something as silly as thoughts.

He was fucked, wasn't he?

The next day, you met up again, right before he would hang out with his friends.

When he saw you in the distance, waving sweetly at him with a big grin stretched across your face, his pulse sped up, and his cheeks flushed.

Alright, you can do this. Isagi hyped himself up, a grin of his own forming on his face.

Then, you gave him a hug, arms around his waist, body pressing flush against him.

His brain short-circuited.

You pulled away, and he caught himself reaching out to you again. He quickly clenched his hands at his sides, his lips slightly downturned, lamenting the loss of your warmth.

"Yoi, is something wrong?" You searched his eyes, a frown tugging at your lips.

Isagi swallowed, his gaze flicking momentarily to your lips and then hastily to your eyes.

"I'm... uh, fine! Just thinking about uhm... a new football tactic."

You shook your head, a grin on your face. "You and football. That's all you can think about, huh?"

Isagi laughed awkwardly.

If only you'd know.

"So... uhm, should we go out for lunch? That restaurant you mentioned last week?" Isagi proffered, changing the subject.

"Yeah, sure! Let's go!"

You wrapped your hand around his, fingers interwoven, as you pulled him along.

Isagi's soul left his body.

"You know, I think Y/n would like that smoothie, it's her favourite flavour. You think I can order it and take it with me?" Isagi absentmindedly said.

"Y/n, huh?" Hiori echoed, a playful glint in his eyes. "Didn't ya have a date earlier this mornin' with her?"

"Mhm."

Then, realising what he said, Isagi shot up, face red, as he stammered, "Uh no. We just... hung out. Like perfectly good friends. Yeah. Friends. Perfect. Perfect? Did I say perfect? Well, yeah, she is perfect, but that's not the point, what I meant to say was--"

"Oh, you have it bad." Bachira mused, all the while Hiori and Kurona cackled in the background.

"What? I don't have it bad, I just... like her, okay?" Isagi huffed, crossing his arms petulantly.

"Oh yeah?" Bachira raised his eyebrows, tilting his head, amused. "Then please tell me how your thinking about her 25/7 and your embarrassing rambling can be compartmentalised underneath "liking"?"

"He's in love, your honour." Hiori snorted.

"He's been pining all this time, and he didn't even notice, notice." Kurona remarked, a glimmer in his eyes.

"What?! No! And it's not embarrassing! You're embarrassing!" Isagi huffed.

The three looked at him, identical looks of amusement on their faces.

That was too much for Isagi to handle. "Shut up, shut up!" His face was now full-blown on red.

Dismissing his outburst, Bachira asked, "so, what, are you going to ask her out?"

It became dead quiet.

"I... uh..."

"He's goin' to wuss out." Hiori observed.

"Menace on the field, loser in real life, life." Kurona nodded sagely.

"I want to, really, believe me..." Isagi said, a conflicted expression on his face.

Because the thought of you and him being official, did horrible, horrible things to his heart.

Waking up with you first thing in the morning, being the first person to see you in your unguarded state, or making breakfast together and snuggling together on the couch while watching football matches, holding hands and spending holidays together, just the two of you--

"Aaaand he's doin' it again."

"Earth to Isagi?" A hand aggressively waved in Isagi's face.

Isagu spluttered, taken aback, almost falling out of his chair.

"This!" Bachira pointed at his face, wearing a triumphant look, "This is what I meant! This dopey, lovesick look! There's no way you just like her!"

Isagi made a face. "I don't wear a "dopey, lovesick look"."

"I bet Y/n would like it, though."

Isagi visibly perked up. "Really?"

Then, realising he'd been baited, he groaned. "Shut up."

"We weren't saying anything." Bachira's eyes twinkled.

"You were thinking something."

"Yeah, 'bout how you should just ask her out!" Hiori cut in, "Don't know what the big deal is, when she'll say yes for sure!"

Bringing his hands away from his face, Isagi said, voice small, "You think?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...thanks guys."

"Well, we don't know for sure she'll say yes, but you're a great guy!" Bachira patted his back, exchanging pointed glances with Hiori and Kurona.

"But, what if she rejects me?" Isagi frowned, looking like a kicked puppy.

"Then ya will stay friends, right?" Hiori chimed in. "She wouldn't just cut contact with ya, right? I don't think she's that kind of person."

"No." Isagi sighed. "No, she's amazing. Of course she wouldn't. She'll probably just smile and reassure me, with her pretty eyes and pretty laugh, and her pretty face. Or she would ask me about football, because you know, she's thoughtful like that, or we would hang out together again, maybe go to that new arcade she's seen--"

"Yeah alright, that's enough, lover boy." Bachira snorted.

"He can't help it, he's too in loooveee." Hiori teased.

"Shut up!"

"I can't shut up, because I'm Isagi and I'm too head over heels to ever shut up about the girl I love, and I'm a total loser--"

Isagi groaned, covering his ears to muffle the incessant teasing of his friends.

But between you and me, Isagi knew his friends were totally right.

He was totally in love with you, and he was constantly thinking about you.

And maybe, just maybe, he would admit that to you one day.

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Itoshi Rin

Mad denial. This man would literally say Isagi was a better striker than him than say that he had feelings. He'll literally distract himself, training thrice more than ever, just to avoid thinking about you. Because with feelings? He was utterly hopeless.

The first time Itoshi Rin caught himself thinking about you in a particular way, he immediately froze.

Woah, stop. His mind said. This isn't good.

So, Itoshi Rin went back to the gym after having already spent three hours in it and went back to his gruelling sets. All to just take his mind off of you.

Because you were a distraction.

It was not because he didn't know what to do, when his hands would turn up all clammy, or how his face would turn his embarrassing red. No. 'Course not. Pfft.

And when you'd meet up, and he saw you in your new clothes, his eyes would linger a second longer, cheeks flushing red.

It suits her, his mind unhelpfully supplied.

"You look like shit." Is what Itoshi Rin said instead.

When you showed up at his game, Rin almost choked.

There you were, wearing his jersey, cheering him on.

A warmth coated his chest.

Rin went still. Mortified.

"Tch. Lukewarm." He grumbled to no one in particular.

His teammates exchanged glances, wondering what they had done now to elicit Itoshi Rin's ire.

During the game, Itoshi Rin was focused. But when he scored, his eyes unconsciously slid over to you.

As you cheered exuberantly, a perceptive onlooker would have noticed the barest of hints of Itoshi Rin's lips quirking up.

Then, Rin caught himself, mouth immediately forming a scowl.

During break, Rin sipped his water, damp hair sticking to his temples.

As his teammates were recounting the first half and discussing tactics, his mind involuntarily went back to you.

The way his jersey hugged your figure, the way a genuine smile flitted over your face, and the way your eyes twinkled so zealously when he'd scored, like a child excited for Christmas.

"What are you thinking about, Rin?" Isagi asked him.

Rin was startled out of his thoughts. "Nothing."

"Ah, you sure?" Isagi teases.

Rin went really, really still. Before he exploded.

"Yes, I'm sure. Shut up! Play better! And don't get in my way! Better yet, just step off the field. You're an eyesore, and you're so damn bad, you're not even annoying anymore, you lukewarm NPC."

Stunned, Isagi's lips parted, but Rin had already strode away.

Did he go overboard there? Maybe.

Did he care? No.

But what he did care about was that a player of the opposing team approached you.

You just had to be friends with everyone else, right?

Of course you were. That's just the kind of amazing, kind person you were--

No. Nope. Nuh uh. Not today. Not ever. Think about anything else. Football. Crush Isagi Yoichi. Be the best striker, defeat Itoshi Sae. Not necessarily in that sequence, but enough to take his mind off--nooo. No.

Despite vowing to himself, he wouldn't look. He still occasionally glanced somewhere in that direction that you just happened to be in.

Rin's eyes narrowed as you chatted cheerily with the other player. A grin was on your face as you playfully shoved him.

Rin's heart sunk.

From disgust, obviously.

Scoffing, Rin threw his bottle away, uncaring about how the team's assistant scrambled to pick it up, apologising profusely to the people surrounding them.

"Fucking half-baked donkeys." He cursed.

The people around him were stunned.

"Itoshi Rin, yellow card."

Rin dusted himself off, standing up from the ground.

"What the hell, man?!" The player from the opposite team yelled out indignantly.

Tsking, Rin turned to him, his face impassive.

"Small fry like you don't deserve to play against me. So keep away from her."

Then, Rin stalked off.

"Wah, huh?" The player was flummoxed. "What the hell is he talking about?!"

No one knew.

"You're crazy!" He shouted at number ten.

But Itoshi Rin didn't hear it. He was too sunken in his thoughts, fists clenching when he recalled the gleeful look on your face, one that wasn't directed at him but at that worthless piece of shit.

You should just look at him. Only at him. No one else. No one else was deserving of your gaze.

"Rin! What's up with you?!" Isagi, the pest, ran up to him.

"There's nothing wrong with me. You're the problem, you meddlesome bug." Rin spat.

Isagi's eyes narrowed. A thoughtful expression crossing his face. Sadly, he didn't take offence to Rin's insults.

"It's about her, isn't it?" His eyes subtly drifted over to where you were sitting in the VIP box.

Clenching his teeth, Rin stalked up to him, his hand sinking into Isagi's jersey as he lifted Isagi off the ground.

"No, it isn't about her!" Rin's eyes spat fire. "Shut your damn mouth and focus on the game already."

"Woah. Chill out, dude." Isagi's eyes widened.

"Tch."

But as Rin shot a sidelong glance at you, it was clear that his focus wasn't on the game at all.

Rin sucked in a sharp breath, willing his mind to focus.

The player he had accidentally tackled was taking a penalty right now.

He took a step back, brought his leg back, and shot.

"GOALLL!!"

Rin's jaw tensed.

From the corner of his periphery, he saw you clap your hands.

Tch. How annoying.

"Just look at me. Only me." He mumbled.

Cheer me on. No one else. No one else but me.

He would score more goals than the rest of them, just you wait. Just so you wouldn't look at anyone else.

The referee whistled.

Just wait. Just wait and see.

His feet thrummed over the ground, his focus sharpened and sharpened, until all he could see was the goal.

"Rin, what are you doing?!"

"Pass the ball!"

"Don't charge in alone!"

Rin ignored his teammates' calls, dribbling past players and tearing down their defence.

Four defenders. Three. Two.

Until it was just him and the keeper.

Rin shot.

He scored.

His eyes drifted to you. You clapped.

Harder than for that other goal, he noted with just the tiniest hints of vindication.

Nevertheless, it didn't his heart from quickening.

"Rin. Good job." Isagi commented, approaching him.

Rin turned to him, his face inflectionless.

"You're slow today. Try to keep up."

Having been used to his antics, Isagi only shook his head.

Then he gestured with his head at the stands, a Look in his eyes.

"There's no trying to keep up. There's only trying to take." He raised his eyebrows. "Shoot your shot. And stop being so stubborn. Anyone with eyes can see you love her. Do something about it. Your lovesick behaviour is detrimental to the team."

Rin's breathing involuntary sped up.

Do something about her...? Like what, like invite her to more games? Spend more time with her? Kiss her--

Rin's brain screeched to a halt. An embarrassing flush appeared on his neck.

It was from fury, obviously.

Naturally, he directed said fury at one Isagi Yoichi.

"Tch. Go away with your stupid puns. I don't need your dumb advice, you amateur." Rin said snidedly, crossing his arms.

Isagi sighed. "How long will you stay in denial?"

Bristling, Rin sneered, "I'm not in denial about anything."

"He said in denial." Isagi murmured, before walking off.

Tch. How annoying.

He'll show him who exactly was in denial.

After he would be done today, the only thing in denial would be Isagi's salary.

"GOALL!! ITOSHI RIN'S FIFTH GOAL! HE'S ON A ROLL TODAY, LADIES AND GENTS!"

Rin wiped the sweat off his face, heaving heavily.

Then, the whistle blew.

End of game.

Rin let out a relieved breath. Not that he'd admit that to anyone.

His muscles were straining, sweat was pooling off of him, and he was beginning to see black spots. Not at all concerning.

He pushed past people, their words falling on deaf ears.

"Rin." Rin let out a perfunctory sigh. Ah yes, the bane of his existence. Rin turned around.

"You really did well today." Isagi once again walked up to him, undeterred by the threatening looks Rin was shooting him.

"I guess I was wrong. You're not in denial. Anyone can see why you scored so many goals."

"What."

"Maybe it's about time you realise, too." Isagi nodded, his eyebrows raising expectantly. He looked over Rin's shoulder. Rin followed his gaze. He froze.

"Good luck."

Then, as the fucking traitor he was, he left.

Rin stared at you, lips slightly parted and eyes slightly widened.

"Rin, you did amazing." You complimented softly, stepping closer to him.

Rin took a step back, feeling heat crawling up his neck.

Your scent invaded his nostrils, and Rin could feel himself involuntary lean in.

Ah no. Nope.

Feeling himself stiffen up, Rin pushed you back, not too hard, but enough to give him free space.

His ears were tinted red, as he looked at you with narrowed eyes. "I don't love you."

He then turned around and stalked away.

Stunned, you looked at his retreating back, then at the jacket in your hands that he'd just shoved at you.

You smiled softly. He'd noticed. Of course he had.

It had been a windy day, extraordinarily cold on the stands. Rin must'e noticed this. Even while he was playing and metres apart, he still had noticed. He always did.

This man would literally say Isagi was a better striker than him, than say that he had feelings.

But this man would literally score five goals to show he loved you, then see you smile at another man.

If that wasn't love, then what was?

But well, he was still Itoshi Rin.

He was still in denial.

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Mikage Reo

Once he notices how often you're on his mind, he'll come up with this big plan to woo you.

But Reo Mikage is kind of a perfectionist. He wants everything to go utterly perfect. So much so that he'll forget not everything goes according to plan.

The thing with Mikage Reo was, was that he was quite perceptive.

He could easily distinguish between the debilitating moods of his competitive teammates or notice the discrepancies between a client that was about to be won over or who'd absolutely throw in the towel.

So it came as no surprise that Reo would make sense of his emotions and feelings early on, too.

He'd notice how his thoughts would revolve more about you when he was sitting in tedious company meetings or when he'd pulled off another copy move during football, wondering what you'd think of it.

Or the way the residual embers of your touch on his skin lingered even hours after.

Or perhaps it was the simple way you treated him.

Not like the future CEO of Mikage Corporation. Not like the personal butler friend who'd get exploited in turn for companionship.

No. Just him. Reo.

You treated him as if the person underneath mattered more than the things he could offer. You'd surprise him by insisting you needn't go out to some fancy restaurant because you preferred his cooking and his company over that of a buzzing hub.

Or the way you didn't shy away when the responsibilities that came with the Mikage name threatened to put pressure on you, always staying with him during thick and thin.

You treated him as if he were a normal person for once, but it made him feel special all the same.

That's why he had made up this elaborate plan to properly court you and to win over your affections. So you'd know you were as special to him as he was special to you.

So, this plan had to be flawless.

Because Reo was nothing if not a perfectionist.

Reo had mentally stored a list of what you'd mentioned you liked. It ranged from favourite food to favourite countries and languages all the way to your preference of how you specifically wanted your coffee.

And well, somewhere on the list, stood amusement park.

So, he just had to rent it out. Easy peasy.

But what came after? Did he need to order some stalls to prepare your favourite food? Yes, totally. But what if your cravings differed that day? And what about the weather? What if it rained, or it was smoking hot, and you'd have a terrible time?

And what if you didn't even want to go to an amusement park? And if you did want to go to one, which one would you like better? Orlando? Legoland? Disneyland? Which Disneyland? In France, Japan, or America?

And the day mattered, too. Not Friday the Thirteenth, or on a Monday. Mondays are dreary. But Saturdays were for football games, and Sundays were a tricky bit with his company events and meetings.

And what... if you didn't even want to go with him?

Reo wanted to pull out his hair.

At last, he finally had finalised his plan.

First of, the date of the event would be on Friday the ninth of May. He'd taken a peek in both his and yours agendas, and you were both free, with him having no games that weekend and you being on a break from university.

He'd wake up at 8 am, then let his personal chef prepare your favourite breakfast. Around ten, you'd leave for Tokyo, where Disneyland was located.

During the trip, he'd prepared several board games and movies you could watch, including the newest ones that haven't been launched yet.

And when you'd arrive, at around twelve, the perfect time to eat lunch, he had found a commendable kaiseki restaurant nearby that should be up to your tastes.

In the meantime, his assistant would take care of checking in at the hotel for him, giving him ample time to explore the city with you.

At around 6 pm, there was a light show scheduled at the outskirts of the city. He would order his assistants to bring out blankets and a comfortable stretcher.

It would be some sort of picnic, with Yakitori and Sukiyaki served. Really romantic if he said so himself. That was sure to make you swoon.

Afterwards, you would return to the hotel and turn in for the night, preparing for the flurry of activities he'd planned the day after in Disneyland.

Because Disneyland was such a hot commodity, queues were a given. And he hated queues. Obviously, he got VIP cards. He could then immediately showcase that he was capable and thoughtful, qualities any woman liked in a man, right?

The rest of the day would then be spent with enjoying the attractions, your smile, the shows, the food, your smile, and the parades.

And then... he'd rented out the ferris wheel at exactly 8 pm. The same time at which the firework show started.

Then, when your cabin had reached the highest point, he'd confess his feelings to you and ask you to be his girlfriend.

And then--

"Reo?"

Startled, Reo's dreamy smile was wiped off of his face. He quickly scrambled upright, eyes widening when he took note of all the papers of his grand plan strewn about his floor.

You knocked, worried voice sounding through the door. "Are you alright there, Reo? You've been there for quite a while."

"Oh, uh... I'm fine... just doing some cleaning!" Reo lied, straight through his teeth.

"Shit..." He cursed. There was no way he could clean this mess up without being suspicious.

"I'm coming in, alright? Ba-Ya made this delicious meal, and I'm sure you'll like it."

"Ah, uh... alright! Come on in!" Reo puffed, pushing his hair out of his face after practically speed cleaning his room.

You came in, peeking your head through the door opening.

"Ah, hi, Y/n!" Reo waved at you, beckoning you to come in.

You frowned. Noting his flushed deposition and his stiff posture. "Are you sure you're alright...? You look a bit... worked up."

"Me? What? I was just... doing some push-ups, you know, for training."

"For training." You raised an eyebrow.

"Yep! Ah, is that for me?" Reo pointed at the platter with steaming food in your hands. "Delicious, thank you!"

He took it from you, wincing underneath his breath when he almost burned his fingers.

You watched him with a pained face, debating whether or not you should help him.

Then, your eyes fell on a piece of paper, sticking out from underneath his desk.

"Hey... what's this?" You crouched down, pulling out the paper.

"What's what?" Reo turned to you, glancing at the paper in your hands.

His face turned pale.

Oh fuck.

"Disneyland?" You read aloud, a contemplative frown on your face. "Favourite foods and snacks. Five-star hotel and ferris wheel?" You looked at him, a questioning look in your eyes.

"What's this?"

"I... uh. Nothing! Here, let me take that from you." Reo nervously snatched the paper from your hands.

"Wait a second... Mikage Reo... are you planning a date?"

Reo went very, very still.

"Oh, you so are! So, who's the lucky person?"

"..."

"Come on, you can tell me! Is it one of your business dates? Or that heiress your father picked out? Or..." You wiggled your eyebrows. "Is it Nagi?"

Reo spluttered, "Wah? No, no! And it's also not Nagi... it's..." He trailed off, turning his head to hide his reddened cheeks.

Reo sighed, resigning himself to this terrible, terrible fate.

"You."

"Ha, ha, how funny--wait what?" The amusement faded out of your eyes, replaced by shock.

Reo's jaw tensed. "I planned this for you."

"For... me?! What for? Oh no, what did I do this time?" You joked.

"For being you." Reo shrugged.

"I wanted to tell you I liked you this way." Reo admitted, but then immediately cringed internally.

Great. He was supposed to be the charming and eloquent heir of Mikage Corporation, yet he couldn't even properly tell you he fancied you! Oh, this was just humiliating, no borderline mortifying--

And then, you laughed.

Your shoulders shook as a big grin stretched across your face. The clear chuckles streaming out of your mouth, making Reo's heart race.

"I... I can't be... believe you made up this plan!" You laughed.

Reo frowned, almost sulking.

"What do you mean with that? I... I thought I included everything you like!" Reo's face was now synonymous with a tomato.

You wiped a tear from your face. "Oh Reo, this sounds like a honeymoon."

"So?"

"For newlyweds."

"I still don't see your point."

You sighed, but it was good-natured. "Reo, if you like me, you can just say it. You don't have to come up with this whole plan."

"But... you deserve this! I wanted it to be special."

You shook your head. "Listen Reo, the plan's thoughtful and romantic. But I don't feel special because of that."

Reo opened his mouth to argue, but you trudged on.

"I feel special because you make me feel special. You continuously remind me of how highly you think of me, and this plan is only a testament to that."

Glancing at the paper, you were slightly taken aback at the sheer amount of activities planned, all up to detail and exact minute, too.

Your heart warmed at the thought of how much effort Reo must've poured into this, remembering all your likes and dislikes and planning it down to the very minute.

It was so Reo, but it was also over the top, and sometimes you would need to be the one to step in and reel him back in.

You looked up, eyes locking with Reo's hopeful ones. "You can just say you like me, and I'll feel special all the same."

You gently reminded him, taking his hand in yours. "You're enough on your own. You don't have to come up with a whole plan."

"Well... if you prefer it this way..." Reo exhaled deeply. Then, he looked up, his eyes gazing in yours as he stepped closer, hands coming to hold yours.

"Y/n, I think you're the most special, amazing girl in my life. You're kind, thoughtful, and you motivate me day and day to do my best and to live my life to its fullest. You continuously remind me that I'm not only the overachiever in school or the heir of Mikage, but that I'm also just me. Reo. Your Reo, if you'll have me."

A genuine smile spread over your face. "I like the sound of that." You nudged his shoulder. "My Reo. My boyfriend."

Reo's heart thrummed in his chest at the label, a zip going up his spine.

Yours.

"Then, as your boyfriend, allow me to spoil you."

You let out a chuckle. "Still holding on to the plan, huh?"

Reo sheepishly scratched his neck. "I kind of... already booked it?"

You shook your head, but this was just so Reo that you couldn't help but feel enamoured.

"Good, because I was already craving that kaiseki."

Reo rejoiced. "Knew you would like that one."

Reo Mikage is kind of a perfectionist. He wants everything to go utterly perfect. So much so that he'll forget not everything goes according to plan.

But well, maybe this time, that wasn't really a bad thing.

[pearsface]

Bro, this mf seriously doesn’t realize he’s a 1.90 jajsja

[h3rmess]

WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

Written by @h3rmess ✰

23) - Interrogation

“Where are you going?” Karasu flinches slightly at the sudden sound of someone’s voice. He rolls his eyes and turns around to face his sister.

“Can you not sneak up on me, maybe?” He crosses his arms.

“Answer the question.” His sister presses again.

“What is this? An interrogation? I’m not telling ya.” He turns back toward the door, slipping into his shoes before unlocking it.

“So? Is it one of the guys from blue lock? I would’ve thought you’d be sick of them by now.” His sister probes. Karasu lets out a huff, not turning around.

“I am sick of ‘em. Can I go now? Yer making me late.”

“Oh, so it’s a girl, huh? School? Friend of a friend?” Her deductive skills are scary. Karasu faces her once more, completely fed up.

“Shouldn’t you be at uni?”

“Answer me.”

“Okay, friend of a… fellow player.” He offers an answer, still not specific.

“What’s her name?” She inquires.

“Who said it was a girl?” He rebuttals.

“Your face when I asked you did.”

Karasu opens then door and steps outside. “She’s gonna be mad if I don’t hurry up, so stop askin’ questions, will ya?” He punctuates his sentence with a slam of his front door, leaving his sister fuming.

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[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽️

VERSION X.

(a/n: in honor of Nagi, I prepared his best friend’s episode with some mentions of him but nothing serious. Can’t believe they did my white haired king like that 😔)

Warning-none

wc: 1k

ALSO: tags @ttheggrimrreaper @irethepotato @ohagiyo 🫶🔥

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

"Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number...

...14, Mikage Reo."

Oh, that name was just sooo…familiar. You swear you’ve heard it a few years ago, perhaps in a store, or was that at the nearby supermarket? Staring at the screen you wondered who this mysterious boy was before your friend elbowed you and whispered—

“Damn, you’re lucky as hell. Just got yourself the heir to the multimillion-dollar company, Mikage Corporation.”

Your head immediately spun around, eyes widened at the realization. This has to be a joke right, ‘cause why would someone like him be in this facility unless…you have hit the jackpot? You turned to your friend, both of you internally screaming while keeping intense eye contact as a form of silent communication. Your friend raised her hands that turned into fists to cheer you on as you slowly went out the door to get your things from Anri, happily bouncing down the corridor all while everyone else’s jaw was still on the floor.

Imagine being Mikage Reo’s manager, known as the chameleon.

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Mikage Reo who you spotted in the cafeteria with his gigantic friend next to him, munching on some steak. Straightening out your posture, you approached them with a small cough, making them divert their attention to you. Awkward and nervous, you introduced yourself with a bow, his purple eyes looking at you with intense curiosity. He did the same, giving you a small smile and a vague intro of himself. The first meeting was interesting, it pretty much felt like a job interview with the number of questions he asked—be it personal or professional—while you carefully answered each of them, occasionally taking a sip from your cup of coffee. However, your patience started to run out after the hundredth question—even his friend, Nagi had left—making you stand up and leave the room.

“Wait! Can you show me your data sheet?” he shouted, rushing after you. “…please!”

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•Reo who watched you like a hawk from the corner of his eyes during the first week, monitoring to see if you were actually qualified enough to be his manager. To an outsider, it may have looked like him silently pining after you, but you knew he was just observing your skills only to find—nothing.

•You were flawless from the beginning, tasks always done on time just as he liked, his preferences already memorized and you always adjusted his schedule if he wanted it. Not only that, you were strangely kind—you didn’t mind if he would dump you for his best friend, or if he had a bad day and was being a brat about it.

•Besides that, you were genuine. He could read your face like an open book, but never did he actually find any ill intent. You spoke your mind, argued over things, and muttered small curses if he was being annoying and he liked that.

•So after about two weeks, you seemed to have passed his little test as he stopped staring at you from a distance, or ask you questions out of the blue. Now, even if he did ask something it was purely for the sake of actually trying to get to know you better.

•Reo who often uses his rich boy privileges and it’s absolutely insane. Did you say the monitor room had some problems? Fixed with brand new screens and the facility got a technician. Damn, your favorite snack is out? No worries, the next day the vending machine is full of them with all the varieties in stock.

•Speaking of privileges, if you are mad at him, or he screwed up big time, he thinks money is the solution. It’s like a defensive mechanism against the possibility of you leaving him that makes the boy try to bribe you, or get you expensive things in return for your forgiveness.

•He also has some serious attachment issues and you gotta be gentle when dealing with it. It’s all about the right timing, and you can never mention anything bad about Nagi or he’s gonna get pissed. This is the hardest task as his manager but with time you become a pro at managing his crash outs.

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Reo evolves into someone else. He rethinks all his choices before and realizes that he can’t just depend on one person. He’s gotta work on himself to prove his worth—alone. And that’s exactly what he does.

•Early morning runs, late night training, self-monitoring, and analysis become much more frequent, and half of the time he doesn’t require your assistance. Reo becomes much more independent, and with your guidance from the sidelines, he’s practically shining. The fans don’t mention him as the heir or rich boy anymore but as Mikage Reo.

•You, his personal manager witness a 360° change and you don’t say a word. You keep up with his pace, working more than ever. Your player has a vision and is determined to make it happen, moving with a clear purpose, and not trying to impress anyone but himself with new tactics each time he’s on the field.

•Things change, and when he chooses Manshine City, and reunites with his best friend—the duo is back. All the hard work he’s done pays off during matches but you still try to remind him—individual goals make him rank higher. (=more money lmao)

• Reo’s possessiveness becomes a a minor inconvenience too. His insecurity rises since he’s surrounded by stronger players, making him even more clingier and controlling than usual. His attempts at trying to make you need him are still failing, but he’s trying.

•Loves to accidentally call you for help, stretching, water bottle refills, or anything really that makes you pay less attention to others. You don’t really notice though, shrugging it off whenever he interrupts your discussion with another boy thinking he’s probably just training hard and needs some help.

•Later on, you become an important person in his life during the time of working together, and he falls hard. Appreciates the way you show your support and love towards him, and he promises once he achieves his goal and the World Cup is in his hands—you’re gonna get the most lavish confession alongside a promotion with a long-due pay rise.

“Double the amount?” you ask, sitting on the soccer field after practice as he tells you about his dreams.

“Triple.” he smiles, making you laugh, not knowing what the future holds for the two of you.

[st3f13ily]

BLUE LOCK HIGH

[LEGACY OF THE LOST LIGHT AND SHADOW]

• Masterlist (Everything you need to know is in here)

• Prologue/Chapter 1: The World After

• Chapter 2: (Soon!)

Prologue

You remember the cold first.

Not wind, not rain, just a strange kind of cold that came from inside you. It pressed against your chest, like someone had hollowed it out and left nothing but silence.

Then came the light. Bright, blinding, almost warm.

Then darkness was replaced, memories of your life flooded in your mind.

And then...nothing.

...

...

...

You opened your eyes to a sky that doesn't belong.

The clouds are a little too fluffy. The air a little too clean. The grass smells sweeter. There's no buzz of traffic, no smell of oil or smoke, no distant hum of city life.

You sit up, your back aching as you shift against soft earth and uneven stone. You're at the edge of a narrow dirt path, your small black backpack clutched tightly in your arms like a lifeline. Your clothes feel strange against the air—too thin, too foreign.

A dream? Maybe? But this feels too real. I'm not home... am I?

You unzip your bag. Inside was a phone with a black screen that won't turn on, a half empty bottle of face mist, some skin care, a portable mirror, earbuds, and a half eaten chocolate bar. Everything from your world, right there in your lap. But around you were trees, fields, and birds that sing a melody that you don't recognise.

Am I in the countryside? How long was I out?

You try to stand up, your legs wobble as you do.

"Oh, heaven! What on earth are you wearing, young girl?"

You blink. An elderly woman stands a few feet away squinting at you. She's holding a basket of fresh breads, an apron tied over a long, homespun dress. Her silver hair is pulled into a thick braid, and her eyes are the sharpest blue you've ever seen.

"I—I'm not sure," you say slowly, voice cracking. "Where… am I?"

The woman stares. Then she marches right over, places a hand on your forehead, then your cheek, then gently lifts a strand of your hair.

"You sick?" she asks bluntly.

You shake your head. "No. I don't think so."

She frowns at your hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. "That ain't linen, and those colors—what sorta dye do they use where you're from? I've never seen stitchin' like this in all my life."

You look down at yourself, suddenly feeling out of place.

She doesn't know what a hoodie is… Am I in a different country?

"I'm not really sure where I am," you admit quietly. "Or… how I got here."

The woman tilts her head, watching you closely. For a long second, she says nothing. Then she softens.

"Well, that's alright," she says kindly. "I'm Marla. I run a bakery not far from here. And you look like a stray kitten dropped in from the sky."

You swallow hard. "I think… I might be."

She studies your face.

"…You got a name, kitten?"

You hesitate. "Yes. It’s…" You pause. The memory comes. Your name is clear. But faces, connections, the sound of someone calling you by it… blank.

"It's Y/n. But I don't… remember anything else. No family. No friends. Just my name and some pieces."

Marla nods, as if she's heard stranger things in her time.

"Well, Y/n, if you’ve got nowhere to go, I've got a spare room. Been wishin' I had a daughter to help me with the shop anyway. The spirits must've dropped you on my path for a reason."

You were having some battles in your thoughts about whether to go and trust her or not.

But soon you decided to agree.

"If it's ok with you."

She chuckles. "You look like you've been through seven hells and back. You're not dangerous, are you?"

"I don't think so."

"Then come along. We'll get you in proper clothes. Those things on you won't last a week in this weather."

You follow her with unsure steps, clutching your bag like it might vanish. The village she leads you to is like something out of a storybook. Cobblestone streets, wooden signs with hand-carved symbols, kids running barefoot past merchant stalls.

Marla brings you to a cozy bakery at the end of a lane, sweet-smelling and warm. Inside, the shelves are lined with golden bread, candied tarts, and fruit pies.

She gives you a dress. It's plain but soft, the fabric worn and familiar. You look at your reflection in a small mirror by the door, your hoodie folded neatly on a chair.

I look like I belong in a fairytale… or someone else's life.

That night, in a bed of soft wool blankets, you lie awake staring at the wooden ceiling. Somewhere deep in your chest, something stirs.

A warmth. A whisper. Faint and pulsing.

You sit up, heart pounding. Your fingers tingle. You lift a hand and—

No. It's gone.

Just your imagination… right?

You curl under the blanket, your phone on the bedside table. The screen is still black. The date still unknown. And as you close your eyes, one last thought echoes in your mind:

This world isn't normal.

And neither are you.

Chapter 1

You never lived this slowly before.

Back in the modern world, life felt like it moved at lightning speed. Alarms, screens, noise, deadlines. Now, every morning begins with the scent of rising dough and the sound of birdsong drifting in through open windows.

Marla's bakery sits in the heart of Arven, a cozy village nestled between two rivers and a stretch of forest that glows golden in the afternoon. She's the kind of woman who calls everyone "child" and smells like cinnamon. You don't know why she took you in. Maybe it was kindness. Maybe it was fate. All you know is, the day she found you sitting by the grass in torn jeans and a hoodie, with a phone that didn't work and a bag full of modern nonsense.

Marla wakes at sunrise. You're always up a little later, but still early enough to help her carry sacks of flour, knead the dough, and clean the counters before the first customer knocks on the bakery's wooden door. The town of Arven is small, the kind of place where everyone knows everyone else's grandmother and their dog's name too. And soon enough, they all know you.

At first, they called you "Marla's stray." Then "The quiet girl." Eventually, just Y/n.

You help sell pastries in the morning, sweep the floor in the afternoon, and listen to stories by firelight at night. The villagers are kind, if a little nosy. No one asks too many questions about your strange arrival—not when you smile politely and never speak of the stars you used to see through skyscraper windows.

Marla never pushes either.

But she watches you sometimes like she's waiting for something. You pretend not to notice.

You still have your bag. You hide it beneath the bed. The phone doesn't work, but you keep it close, like a piece of home that's fading with every sunrise.

How long has it been? A few months? More? Time feels different here.

Sometimes when you take a stroll in the village, you kept seeing some dancing shadows beneath the dark alley.

When you look at some of the villagers, you keep seeing some thread but this thread seems like a light that surrounds them.

You tell yourself it's just your imagination.

But you never told Marla.

Not yet.

What even is this?

But it keeps happening.

A flicker of light in your palms when you're nervous. Shadows dancing when you're scared. Not the elemental magic you hear whispered in town—no fire, no frost, no water.

The scent of cinnamon and fresh honey loaves clings to the air as twilight settles over Arven. You've just finished scrubbing the last pan and drying your hands when the bell above the bakery door rings with a low chime.

"Evenin', Marla." comes the familiar rasp of Old Ferin, followed closely by two other elders, Mora and Elric. They settle into their usual corner table like clockwork, leaning on canes and gossiping as much as each other.

Marla winks at you. "Why don't you serve them tonight?"

You nod, pouring three mugs of warm cider and bringing a small plate of buttery pastries to the table.

"Ah, thank you, sweetheart." Mora smiles kindly. "Marla’s been teaching you well."

You smile, dipping your head shyly stepping away and going back to washing some of the dishes.

"You hear the news?" Ferin grunts between sips. "Blue lock Academy’s openin' its gates again for new blood."

"Aye," Elric replies, scratching his beard. "Magic-born only, though. Always is. Not for the likes of us common folk."

"Pfft. That place is just a glorified war academy." Mora mutters. "Still... if you've got magic in your bones, they'll take you in, especially if it’s one of the five."

Now that stop you and started listening to their conversation.

"Elric, help me remember," Mora continues, tapping her temple. "Fire, Water, Nature... Frost... and—"

"Air," Elric finishes. "Can't forget that one. My cousin's boy works with one of the nobles and their son got accepted last season. They test you on entry, see what you're capable of, then sort you into the five great houses."

"Bah," Ferin scoffs. "Those houses are just fancy words for royal bloodlines. All them princes and heirs, struttin' around like they own the elements."

"They do," Mora replies. "Each house is descended from a founding mage of their element. Royal-born, with pure elemental blood. The strongest."

"Pfft. Bet none of them would last a day in our fields."

You barely hear the rest of the conversation.

Magic is real. Real enough to be sorted. Five elements. Five houses.

You glance down at your hands.

What if I have one too? What if that's what those strange moments were?

Later that night, when the bakery is quiet and Marla is dozing by the fire, you sneak into the storeroom. Just you and your bag. The mirror from your old world reflects a tired version of yourself—eyes too wide, face too pale.

You hold out your hand.

Okay. Just… try something. Feel it.

You close your eyes, thinking of the warm dough in your palms, the way the wind seemed to dance at your call, the way the ground softened beneath your feet.

A spark hums at your fingertips—but it’s not fire.

It’s not water.

It’s not frost, air, or nature.

It’s something else.

Your fingers glow—soft and slow—white at first. Then… shifting. Dark edges bleed in like ink in milk, shadows blooming through light.

What… is this?

The glow vanishes in a blink.

You collapse to your knees, trembling.

That's not one of the five. That's not supposed to exist.

And then you remember.

Mora’s voice, just hours ago: "The five... they're the only ones left. Light and shadow died out with the ancients."

But they didn't die out. They're in me.

You stare at your hands in the dim candlelight, breath shallow.

What… am I?

It starts like any other morning.

Flour in your hair, sunlight warming the windows, and the smell of caramelized apples drifting from the oven. Marla hums a soft tune while brushing butter onto rolls, and you’re arranging the day’s fresh loaves in woven baskets.

Then a soft knock on the back door.

Marla opens it. Her face goes still.

You peek over her shoulder.

A man in his 40s or something with a navy-blue cloak stands outside, holding a scroll with a silver seal. He looks like someone important, but not noble—maybe a steward or servant.

"Bakery Marla?" he asks.

"That's me."

He bows and hands her the scroll.

Marla breaks the seal, reads silently, then lets out a low whistle. "Well, I'll be…"

You step forward. "What is it?"

"Special delivery request. From the Isagi family mansion."

Your eyes widen. "Wait—the Isagi family?"

Marla nods. "One of the biggest name in this region. They don't usually order from village bakeries. Must've heard about our harvest loaf." She gives a nervous chuckle. "Thing is… they want it now. By noon. But I’ve got a meeting with the grain supplier today."

"I can go." you say quickly.

Marla frowns. "I dunno, love. That's a big house. Fancy people."

"I'll be careful." You flash her a smile. "It's just bread, right?"

She hesitates… then hands you the covered basket.

You don't realize how massive the Isagi mansion is until you're standing before it.

The gates are gilded, the hedges shaped into swans, and the guards are dressed like they belong in a king's palace. One raises a brow when he sees you—dusty cloak, worn boots, a covered basket in your arms.

You awkwardly hold up the scroll. "I'm delivering… bread?"

They let you in.

The inside is even marvellous. Crystal chandeliers. Velvet drapes. Marble floors polished to a mirror shine.

You're so distracted, you nearly trip.

The basket tilts.

"Ah—!"

And then… something strange happens.

Your shadow ripples.

Not normally, like from a flickering light—but like it moved.

Long tendrils of dark slither from under your feet—catching the bread mid-fall—gently, carefully, setting it back in your arms.

You freeze.

The shadows vanish.

You glance around.

Did anyone see?

No one's in the hall.

You exhale. That didn't just happen. It couldn't have. Shadows don't move like that.

Keeping your head down, you follow the directions Marla gave. A maid takes the basket with a grateful nod and tells you you're free to go.

Relief hits you like a wave.

But just as you turn the corner—"Interesting trick."

You freeze.

There's a boy leaning against the pillar ahead.

Probably your age with short dark blue hair and a gaze that pierces deeper than comfort should allow.

He's dressed in midnight blue, the Isagi crest pinned on his collar.

You swallow. "...I don't know what you mean."

His smile is slow. Calculating. "Shadows caught the bread. Not hands. Not wind. Shadows." He steps forward. "You're not staff. You're not nobility. And you're not a registered mage."

You take a step back. "Look, I didn't mean to—"

"You're untrained. But whatever you did just now? That wasn't basic. That was elemental magic."

"I should go."

"Wait." he says quickly. "I'm not going to report you. I just—listen.” He takes a deep breath. "My name is Isagi Yoichi. Are you going to apply the Blue Lock high?"

You blink. "...What? And no."

"You should! There's a power inside you. Even if you don't understand it yet, that was no beginner's accident. That was instinctual control."

You narrow your eyes. "Why are you so interested?"

His lips twitch. "Because someone like you, showing up out of nowhere with shadow magic—which hasn't been seen in over a hundred years? That's not something I can ignore."

You clench your fists. "I'm not going to any academy."

He tilts his head. "Then what? You'll keep baking bread? Pretending you're normal?"

"I am normal." you snap. "And you'll forget what you saw. Or I'll make sure you do."

His brows lift slightly. "Is that a threat?"

"It's a warning."

You storm past him.

But as you leave the Isagi Estate, heart pounding and breath unsteady, one thought keeps echoing in your head.

He saw me. He saw the shadows.

And worse…

He might be right.

As you went home you couldn't sleep after the encounter at the mansion.

Not because you were scared, no, but because your thoughts were racing.

Shadow Magic

You sit on your small bed, legs tucked to your chest, fingers brushing over the smooth glass of your phone. The battery is dead, just a black screen reflecting your confused expression. This little device feels like a piece of another life… one you still remember clearly, even if you can't remember anyone in it.

Clothes. Skincare. Wireless earbuds. They're all still in your bag. All things that shouldn't exist in a place like this.

And now shadows catch falling bread for me.

You clench your jaw and stand, grabbing your cloak and slipping out the back door. Marla won't be up for another hour. I'll be back by then.

The village library is old. Dusty stone walls. Stained-glass windows. A bell above the door that jingles when you push it open.

The librarian, a quiet man with cloudy eyes, nods at you silently. You nod back, heading straight for the archive shelves.

You've been here before but never really looked.

This time, you dig deep.

And then you find it.

A worn book with black leather cover titled: "The Gifted Five: Origins Of The Elemental Magic"

You sit at a corner table, candlelight flickering as you open it carefully.

"Long ago, the world was raw and wild. The skies roared, the seas devoured, the forests stretched endlessly. Humans were powerless then—until the Five Elemental Spirits took pity on them. One by one, they offered a gift: Fire to fight, Water to heal, Nature to grow, Air to adapt, Frost to endure."

You kept reading but the next part is what you really wanted to know since the beginning.

"But before the Five there were Two."

"Light and Shadow. The Firstborn. Siblings of balance, protectors of harmony. The Spirit Twins. But war broke them apart. Light burned too brightly. Shadow swallowed too deeply. In the end, both were destroyed away—lost to time, buried in myth. Those born of their magic vanished with them."

You stare at the page.

Lost to time.

Buried in myth.

You look at your own hands, fingers trembling just slightly.

Is that… me?

You sit there long after the candle burns low, trying to believe—and not believe—at the same time.

Hours passed and then you went back to the bakery.

When you return to the bakery, Marla is kneading dough with her sleeves rolled up.

"You're up early, dove," she says without looking up. "Could've sworn I checked your room."

"I needed fresh air," you say quietly, then take a deep breath. "Actually… Marla? Can we talk?"

She pauses, wipes her hands on a cloth, and gestures for you to sit. And you did.

"I… something happened. When I delivered the bread to the Isagi Estate."

Her eyes look worried for a bit and then her lips turning into a frown. "Did they do something to you?"

"No. Nothing like that." You shake your head. "But something strange happened. The bread almost fell, and I—" You stop, swallowing hard. "I didn't touch it. But the shadows… they caught it. Like they moved on their own."

Silence.

"Shadows?" she says at last.

You nod. "Shadows and Light... and… one of them saw. Isagi Yoichi. He's the son of the house."

Marla exhales slowly. "And what did he say?"

"That I have magic. Real magic. Shadow magic." Your voice gets softer. "He wants me to go to the Blue Lock Academy or something"

Her brow furrows. "That place is for nobles. For warriors and sorcerers. You're just—" She stops herself. "You're not like them."

"I know." You whisper. "But I think I need to go. To understand what's happening to me. Why I'm even here."

Marla looks at you for a long moment. Then, finally, she nods once, slowly.

"I always knew there was something different about you." she murmurs. "Not bad. It's not dangerous. Just…different."

She squeezes your hand.

"If you go, promise me something."

"What?"

"Don't forget where your heart started. You're more than whatever gift you've got. And if that place hurts you, you come home."

You feel something catch in your throat. "I promise."

Marla smiles softly. "Then I'll help you pack, while you tell me everything."

You smiled. "Ok so it happened where..."

Tags ☛ @inojinieeee @yaednnr @sapphireillusions @chuurinnie @siriustaar @clara120

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

junior.

synopsis: holding your child for the first time is always the first step to becoming a good parent. and…what now?

ft; itoshi rin, mikage reo, barou shouei

a/n: my tiktok is cryinggirlnamedhelen with a thanos pfp from squid game season 2. follow me if you want to.

itoshi rin

rin didn’t know how to feel about the cries and yells inside of the delivery room.

it wasn’t common for husbands in japan to stay with his wife during labor, so rin waited outside, pacing around with beads of sweat rolling down his temple. sae and rin’s parents sat on one of the benches while your parents sat on another, hands clasped together and mumbling prayers.

god, rin wasn’t even this nervous during the finals at the world cup.

stupid isagi and bachira had begged to come, and when they came, they just kept on asking what rin’s thoughts were on some stupid names for the baby that they had come up with. rin had shooed them away, and the two were now in the cafeteria, getting food for you when you would finally be done with the painful labor.

rin’s palms began to sweat; why was it taking so long? was it really normal for you to be screaming bloody murder in there? rin didn’t like hearing you in pain, not at all. each of your yelps and cries felt like a stab to rin’s heart. if he could be in there and stay by your side, he would in a heartbeat. but the doctors didn’t want him to be there, and rin trusted the doctors more than himself.

and finally, the high pitched cries of a baby erupted.

everyone stood up, and isagi and bachira came just in time with mountains of food on each plate that they held. the moment a doctor came out of the door with a smile, rin sprinted through the door and kneeled down by your side.

he placed a hand over yours, your skin pale and your breaths shallow, although to rin, you still looked like an angel. “rin. he’s healthy. he’s got your lashes.” a shaky smile made way to your lips before a doctor gently handed rin your newborn baby.

a tuft of dark green—almost black—hair was atop his head, and long underlashes that has been in the itoshi family for generations made way onto his eyes. rin felt his chest tightening, and his eyes began to water.

why did he feel so prideful of someone who he had just met?

the baby boy’s eyes opened; a bright teal, the color of sea glass. rin stiffened; was his kid going to cry? was rin holding him too tightly? did he fail at a father already?

but the small boy just smiled up at rin.

rin’s eyes gleamed, tears glossing over his turquoise irises like the most expensive porcelain china. “hey,” rin whispered softly. rin smiled gently when his son giggled softly. “you must’ve recognized my voice from when i used to talk to you through your mom’s stomach, huh? your mom’s amazing, she just delivered you through so much effort.” isagi and bachira stared from the doorway with their jaws dropped, although isagi’s eyes soon softened.

rin didn’t know why he loved this child so much. he didn’t know why a smile crawled to his lips the moment he saw him. he didn’t know why he felt the need to protect him forever. it scared him a little, but rin knew this feeling well, and he welcomed it.

after all, it was how rin felt when he had first met you.

mikage reo

reo once again winced at the sound of your screams, holding in even more tears and begging that your pain will end soon. once again, he asked his butlers and secretary the same thing as a few minutes again. “is everything there? her favorite foods? her favorite video games and snacks? her favorite movies? that one drink that the nurse recommended that was good for women who just gave birth?”

nagi, who was sitting on one of the benches and was dragged here by reo, replied tiredly, tapping away at his console. “reo, we just checked 3 minutes ago. they’re all here. even your butlers seem tired of this.” reo sent him a glare.

“reo, honey, you should sit. the nurses didn’t want you in there for a reason.” reo’s mother’s attempts at coaxing him were weak, and reo wouldn’t budge from his position standing right next to the door of the delivery room. “they knew that your crying during her pain would distract them.”

reo ignored his mom’s words. he had even tried bribing the nurses into letting him in before realizing that he really would just be a hindrance to deal with in the middle of trying to deliver a baby. a crying husband probably wasn’t a good addition to a screaming and wife.

suddenly, the screaming became higher pitched, more wet, more…alive.

your daughter was born.

without needing any confirmation from the doctors, reo shoved the door open and ran in, sitting on the chair right next to your bed that was placed by the doctor who had cleverly predicted his intrusion. “love, are you okay? does it still hurt? are you hungry? tired? how are you feeling? do you—“

“reo, im okay. thank you. and…” you weakly gestured to the nurse who held your baby wrapped in a bundle of purple blankets. instantly, reo stood up and took the baby into his arms, his eyes brimming with warmth.

“she looks just like you. she’s just as beautiful as her mom.” reo whispered, sitting on the chair again and gently cooing at his newborn daughter. he gently tickled her cheek with his pointer finger, and she giggled. reo’s heart melted and his eyes began to water again before he sniffled. “you’re like an angel. both you and your mom.”

reo’s parents walked in, discussing something about the future heir of the company, although reo ignored them for now. he’ll have to talk to them about how he wanted his daughter to follow her own path at another time. but for now, he just wanted to value this beautiful moment with his wife and newborn daughter.

nagi walked in, reading the room and shoving his gaming console into his jean pocket. he walked to you. “reo panicked a lot, and you screamed a lot. was it really that bad?” at your weak nod, nagi’s eyes widened a little bit. “wow. im suddenly really glad im not a woman.” a glare was sent from both reo and a few nurse.

reo glanced down at his daughter again, and his eyes softened, as if his daughter were the most precious thing in the world. “i love you so much.”

reo barely even knew this newborn girl for a few minutes, but she was always tied for the most beloved person in his heart: tied with you.

barou shouei

barou grew up with two younger sisters. he tolerated and loved them through temper tantrums, periods, puberty, boy heartbreak, and girl problems. he’s been changing their diapers, teaching them how to walk, feeding them, and cooking for them ever since they were infants.

so why was he so nervous about his own daughter, who was soon to be born?

barou didn’t tremble as he waited outside of the door, nor did he cry when he heard your wails and moans of unease. however, he was awfully stiff and overly snappy, even for barou. even when his beloved sisters tried to talk to him to ask about you and your soon to be born daughter, barou was practically already yelling.

when barou’s mother tried to calm him, barou couldn’t bring himself to reply, knowing that he would say rude things that he would regret later on to his own mother. he’d rather not risk it, and instead just nodded, trying to believe that you’re okay in there and that you’re trying your best, which he knows you are.

when the wails of a newborn baby daughter reached barou’s ears, he pushed open the door without even using the handle and instantly stood by your side.

“are you okay? was it too bad?” barou knew that he was being weirdly gentle, but how could he not when his wife just gave birth? you were pale, panting, and beads of sweat rolled down your face and neck, but you were still drop dead gorgeous in barou’s opinion.

“no, not at all.” you whispered. “you know what they said? they said that she’s one of the healthiest they’ve ever seen, maybe the the healthiest. you really did spoil and pamper me during the pregnancy, huh?”

“well, what else was i supposed to do? mistreat you? im not heartless.” a nearby nurse offered barou to hold his daughter, in which he accepted. same colored hair as him, and when she looked up, the same ruby red eyes as him. only difference? her eyes were soft and full of warmth like yours.

barou didn’t think that anything could ever be more perfect than you, but maybe he just found a tie.

[venassa512]

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[unknownsvoid]

Bllk boys reacting your suggestive story!

✮⋆˙ | featuring: isagi yoichi, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rin itoshi.

✮⋆˙ | cw: suggestive/crack content! aged!up blue lock. gn!reader. nothing else!

ꨄ︎ | isagi yoichi!

ꨄ︎ | meguru bachira!

ꨄ︎ | hyoma chigiri

ꨄ︎ | reo mikage!

ꨄ︎ | nagi seishiro!

ꨄ︎ | rin itoshi!

[neeeooon]

hihii i really loved your bllk characters x nonverbal reader and i was thinking can u make a part 2 with rin sae reo and nagi

tysm!!

yes! sorry it took so long ml 🤍 pt 1 here!

when you’re nonverbal pt 2

bf bllk x nonverbal gn!reader

itoshi rin

-> you were bullied relentlessly as a child, and it was always worse when you tried to defend yourself with words, so you stopped talking

-> you liked that people thought you were deaf. it meant they wouldn’t talk to you. until you were trying to order lunch at the restaurant counter when the man behind the counter suddenly started signing to you

-> you blinked, surprised, and with a blank face, the man explained, i studied sign in school. what do you want to order?

-> sorry, i was thinking, you signed back, earning you an exhale from the man. his name tag read rin, and the more you stared at him, the more familiar he looked. are you in sano’s history class?

-> after that, you and rin would meet up after class to study together in silence. it was nice, as he didn’t seem to mind you presence. when you’d struggle with a question, you circled the number and handed your paper to run so he could try and tackle it together

-> as your boyfriend, rin’s the one asking you for help solving problems. you eventually told him you weren’t deaf, but he claims to like the quiet. he’ll even massage your hands and arms after long days when you have to talk a lot

itoshi sae

-> sae can’t help but notice you. you’re new to the team, and not only do you seem shyer than the other managers, but you don’t introduce yourself like the rest

-> during practice, he sees you anxiously trying to get his teammate’s attention by waving your arms while holding a white board with his number on it. sae locks eyes with you, confused as to why you aren’t shouting like the rest of the managers do, and nudges his teammate before pointing in your direction

-> you catch him after practice and flip the white board for him to see the words: i’m mute. thank you for your help earlier :)

-> from then on, sae can’t help but keep you in his peripheral. it’s not that he thinks you need help or are at a disadvantage, it’s that helping you makes him feel good. like he’s accomplishing something

-> as your boyfriend, sae continues watching over you. he’s there the second it seems like someone’s about to give you a hard time and “handles” it for you

-> you honestly appreciate it more than you should, since you can still hear despite people thinking you can’t. their words may be harsh, but sae’s gentle knuckle running down your cheek or jaw is enough to lift you back up

mikage reo

-> reo hired the best sign language specialists in the area to teach him after seeing you communicate with another student with your hands. you were smiling when you did, and he immediately wanted to be one of the reasons you smiled

-> so after months of studying, reo waved you aside after class and introduced himself in sign language. the gesture made you laugh, and you quickly explained that i’m not deaf, just selectively mute

-> embarrassed, reo verbally apologized for the confusion and moved to leave when he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve and turned to see you beaming up at him. are you free after class?

-> though you could hear him, reo still signed when he spoke to you. he claimed it was for practice, but he saw the way your eyes drifted to his hands even when he used his words to talk to you. you seemed more comfortable reading sign language than listening, even if you never said so, so reo was determined to continue practicing for you

-> as your boyfriend, reo is super extra with his expenses. he buys you thinks like text-to-speech machines and translators, and while you appreciate it, you don’t need them. you’re so extra, you sign, and his laugh is a sound you’ll never get tired of hearing

nagi seishiro

-> you think he’s cute and decide to write a note for him. you sit beside him in one of your college classes, so it was easy to slip the note to him before he had the chance to fall asleep

-> after nagi reads it, he looks up at you and stares until your face flames. then, he flips the small sheet of paper over and scribbles on it before sliding it back to you

-> wyd after class? it reads, and you beam in success. still, you decide it’s only fair to give him a heads up about what to expect and rip another sheet of paper out of your notebook. fyi i’m mute. i can hear you speak but won’t be able to respond. still wanna hang out? he flashes a thumbs up before tucking his head into the crook of his arm and dozing off

-> as your boyfriend, your favorite thing to do with nagi is laze around. using your hands to speak all day is exhausting, so any chance you get to relax and be comfortable with him is enough

@pinkymangacaps

[captainshindo]

THEYRE SO TINY I WANNA PUT THEM IN MY POCKET💘😭

[bkblaise]

THESE DUMB ARSE COOKIES FROM TWITTER IM CRYING

"Ness's Cookies: Home-baked cookies made without giving 2 shits about anyone other than Kaiser (including himself)."

"What are these fucking weird ass cookies LOL These are so 'dog' gone bad. / Look at Yoichi's..." -Kaiser

the story is ness made them for kaiser and only made the kaiser one conventional LOL

[pearsface]

I rlly doubt Nagi will stop being spoiled at this point

[retroaria]

⊹₊⋆.˚ Confessions ⋆.˚₊ ⊹

summary: the bllk boys and their romantic confessions, some are love, some are not! all of them are pretty cute though, not gonna lie…

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | requests are open! | enjoy 💋

⊹₊⟡⋆ Isagi Yoichi ‹𝟹

isagi makes it a point to confess to you in person. he spends a few days thinking (and overthinking) exactly what words to use. he wants to make sure he can confess his true feelings and also let you know how lucky he would feel if you accepted him.

once he’s ready he’d send you a text or call you, asking you to meet him somewhere quiet, maybe just his house or yours. the two of you meet up and he’s immediately flushed. he’s nervous and excited all at the same time. he’s the kind of guy that would want to have built a strong friendship and bond before confronting his feelings for you, so he’s confident that you guys will be ok no matter what happens.

he’d take your hands in his and look you in the eyes while he confesses. his gaze would be warm and sweet, he’s just glad he could even get the opportunity to express himself to you.

“I’ve really love having you with me. You make me feel better, even when I thought I was fine before, being with you just feels better. The closer we’ve gotten, and the more I’ve seen of you and your world, the more I realize how badly I want to be a part of it.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Bachira Meguru ‹𝟹

as soon as bachira realizes he has feelings for you, he feels immediately ready to tell you. he’ll let the feeling settle for a little and try to tell you in an indirect manner. he’ll swoop in with a surprise kiss on your cheek, giggling as he watches your flustered expression. or maybe he’ll leave little notes around for you, in your bag, in your car, in your pockets, in your books, etc. they’d say silly little things about how adorable you were that day or he’ll briefly write about something that reminded him of you, maybe some mediocre poetry he thought up in his love sick state. you’d catch on pretty easily that it was bachira, and he never intended to keep that a secret.

then after a few days of messing with you, he decided he’d tell you the next time he saw you. when the two of you met up he immediately sucked you into a bone crushing hug, like he was holding on for dear life. he’d pull away, “hey cutie~ guess what…” he’d coo at you.

“i like you! Like, I really like you. Maybe I even love you. actually, yeah, love sounds better. I love you! I wanna take you on a date and kiss your stupid face. I know you feel the same, I wish you could see how red you are right now.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Nagi Seishiro ‹𝟹

Nagi realized he loved you when he began to notice how sad he would get when you leave. being sad is a serious pain for him. he doesn’t like the way it makes his brain and body feel all fried and stressed, he hates not wanting to do anything even more than he already does, yet simultaneously willing to do anything to get you back in his apartment. Nagi would beg you to sleepover every time you hung out at his place, he’d sometimes try to wrestle you into the bed. you were just so kind and warm and calming to him. he felt graced by you and your presence.

his confession would come out of him like a nice long sign of relief. he’s been having this strange internal battle between his love for you and his love for laziness. it’s a hassle to have to confess and then put in the effort to build up a romantic relationship, but in the end he decides it’s even more of a hassle to not tell you how he feels. plus, you’re so worth it.

“It just doesn’t feel right when you’re not with me. It’s like I don’t really know what to do with myself. You make me feel alive. That sounds cringe. I love you, is what im trying to say. I hope that makes sense.”

disclaimer: do not date a guy like nagi in real life you cannot gentle parent this man child lol

⊹₊⟡⋆ Reo Mikage ‹𝟹

Reo’s confession was a long time in the making. he clung to his feelings for as long as he could until it really felt like he was gonna explode if he didn’t tell you. he did that because he wanted to wait for the timing to be perfect. he wanted to find the perfect spot to do it, the perfect words to say, all at the perfect time in both of your lives. but of course, things rarely work out that way.

what actually happened is he blurted it out in the middle of you talking one day. you were telling him about something you were working on, something you loved and were really proud of. he was listening so intently, or at least trying to. his thoughts kept stringing him in a different direction and before he knew it, he dropped the L word on you like a nuclear bomb.

“I-uhh…Ok listen, I’m sorry I promise I was listening to you it’s just…you look so beautiful right now and you sound so cute and excited. It got me all frantic, I didn’t mean to drop that on you so out of nowhere…it’s true though, I do love you. I should’ve told you a long time ago.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Michael Kaiser ‹𝟹

(unless you speak german) kaiser has already confessed to you a million times. “ich liebe dich~” he’d say to you upon every parting, telling you it was simply a term of endearment. if you did happen to know what that meant already, or if you took the time to search it up, he’d be like “yeah, I said that, so what?” this man would propose to you in the middle of times square in broad daylight he’s so confident but that’s a different hc for another time lmaoo.

his confession is charming and flattering. he truly worships the ground you walk on while also believing that he’s the only one who could appreciate you as you deserve. his hands cup your face and his eyes fall warmly on yours. his voice is direct and steady. not a twinge of nervousness can be seen, just pure love and admiration. he speaks to you with a calm and lulling voice, a tenderness he only lets linger when he’s with you.

“Liebe, don’t you see how soft you make me? I’d hate for you to not realize how I feel for you. I want you to be mine, if you’ll have me, that is.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Rin Itoshi ‹𝟹 (i wrote so much for rin wtf)

Rin has walls that he has spent a lot of time and effort building up over the years. they’re forged to keep out anything and everything that may be a distraction from his goals, but if this is the guy you’re going for, i’m sure you’re a persistent little pest. you’d sneak your way into his life, just by being there, texting him, talking about him. soon enough you’d infested his mind as well, suddenly he’d find himself thinking of you when he least expects it.

one day he was on the pitch, just a practice game, but you were in the stands watching him. throughout your friendship you’ve done this quite a few times, so he has no reason to pay much mind to your presence in the middle of the match. today was different though, you were up close, eyes beaming at him in the center field, hands at the side of your head clutched together in a little cheer. he hadn’t done anything yet, the match just started, what were you even cheering for? it was cute, he decided. that’s why it broke his focus long enough for the other team to score. actually, it was adorable. so adorable it tugged the corners of his lips upward slightly, which he quickly moved to cover with his hand. he just threw a match and he was smiling? what were you doing to him?

after some time of thinking you might be employing psychological warfare against him, Rin decided it was time to really sit down and confront his feelings. he’d go a few days, maybe even a week or more without speaking to you. don’t worry, he was thinking about hardly anything but you the entire time.

“Sorry for ghosting you, I just needed to think about some things. It made me a little sad to be away from you too. I hate you a lot less than I hate everyone else, you know? Don’t get cocky about that. Also, don’t leave me ok? I’ll be nicer, yeah sure. Maybe I can walk you home…or something. Here, let’s hold hands.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Sae Itoshi ‹𝟹

he’s way more flustered about it than you might think. he’s not embarrassed or nervous necessarily, he just hasn’t expected to feel this way about anyone. similar to kaiser, sae thinks he’s the only person who could truly love and appreciate you as much as you deserve. this typically stoic and selfish man finds himself smiling in your presence and wanting to give you everything you want and more.

your relationship until this point has been uhh… “transactional” we’ll say. the two of you liked going out and hanging out together, but no feelings attached. a few kisses were shared here and there, he’d take you back to his apartment to cuddle sometimes, but wouldn’t ever let you sleepover. eventually things started to get a little more *intense*. you did start staying over, a lot. so much so that you had a toothbrush on his bathroom sink and clothes in his closet. the first time he ever had the thought of being in love with you was when he realized his sheets always smelled like you now, and he wanted it to stay that way.

the fact that you were enough to turn his head, take over his thoughts, and make him fall in love with you feels like proof beyond the reasonable doubt that you are perfect.

“You can move in, if you want. I wouldn’t mind. We’re basically already dating, so I don’t see the point in denying it anymore. Yeah, I didn’t think it would go this far either. I like knowing you’re here at my place, with me and not with anyone else.”

HONORABLE MENTIONS

⊹₊⟡⋆ Oliver aiku ‹𝟹

“You know I love you, let’s stop pretending. Seriously, you could keep me on a tight leash if you really want. Promise, I’m not going anywhere, babe.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Kunigami Rensuke ‹𝟹

“I love you, I want you to know that. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same. I want to care for you and keep you safe, you mean so much to me, you don’t even know.”

i love this post so much, the nagi disclaimer i had to put, the strange onion analogy for rin, the flustered reo moment. also just isagi being here, the man that you are, Isagi Yoichi. i had so much fun making this - aria

divider - @enchanthings

[amoeganism]

BF TEXTS W/ THE BLUE LOCK BOYS

ft. kaiser, nagi, isagi, sae, rin, and reo

warnings: suicide jokes (sae and kaiser), jokes about violence (isagi), reader being an instigator (isagi), kaiser backstory spoilers

kaiser, nagi, isagi

sae, rin, reo