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Blue Lock characters as your bsf

Featuring: Isagi, Rin, Sae & Nagi x reader

Prompt: You have a bestfriend and a boyfriend. Maybe not the best combination.

Tropes: slight angst, fluff, jealous!bluelockcharacters

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Isagi Yoichi

To say that he was crushed when you told him you had a boyfriend, was an understatement.

"Yoi," You bounded to him, luscious hair bouncing in tandem with your steps.

Isagi's heart leaped in his chest, his face flushing red.

"I... hi, Y/n." He gave you a small wave, inwardly wincing at his stammering, before you hugged him, arms going around his middle, prompting Isagi to instinctively do the same to you.

Your sweet scent washed over him, and Isagi closed his eyes, revelling in the sensation of you in his arms.

Then you pulled back, and the moment was shattered.

Isagi's lips twitched downwards in dissatisfaction.

Though, he quickly covered it with a cordial smile, carding his hand through his hair nervously.

"Ichi, get this..." You began, eyes gushing, as you both fell in step, walking to school like any other day.

Your excited chattering warmed Isagi's heart, as he attentively listened as you rambled about the newest gossip going around the school.

It wasn't really anything special what you were telling, but Isagi still felt him getting lost in your storytelling.

"Oh wait," You said in the midle of your anecdote, halting in your steps.

Isagi raised an eyebrow, a curious twinkle in his eyes.

Then, your whole face lit up, giddiness palpable in the way your eyes gleamed and your grin stretched wide.

"Did I already tell you I have a boyfriend?"

Three things happened all at once.

Firstly, Isagi choked on thin air. This was definitely news to him, and he would have never thought you'd drop this bomb on him on a regular Tuesday at 8 am.

Secondly, a profound clamour went off in his ears, as if someone had yelled right in his ear.

He froze, smile falling off of his face. It was as if momentarily, his world had been tilted off-kilter.

And thirdly, but most terribly of all, was the blinding bright smile you wore, a sincere heartfelt glint in your eyes, as your complexion turned flushed.

"...oh." Isagi eventually said, voice bleak, and once beaming blue eyes reduced to a dull shadow.

At your expectant look, Isagi's throat bobbed with great difficulty, scrambling to gather his wits and congratulate you.

"I mean... uhm... that's great! Yeah! Good for you!" Isagi said with a strained smile.

"Yeah, isn't it?" You replied dreamily, completely unaware of the rampant war raging within the paled boy in front of you.

"...yeah. Yeah. So uhm... does he treat you well?"

You nodded exuberantly, telling him how your boyfriend had managed to make you swoon: opening doors and pulling back chairs, sending sweet good mornings and good nights texts.

Isagi's jaw tensed, his fingers balling into fists behind his back.

But what about his midnight conversations with you? What about getting ice cream in the middle of the night, or complaining about the loads of school work, and binge-watching trash romcoms in the heart of summer?

What did all of that mean to you?

Was it not enough? Was it not enough to win over your affections?

Was he not enough?

Because surely, if he were, why was this the first time he'd seen you so... happy?

So happy, and he hadn't been the reason for it.

And well, that was too much for him to bear.

Isagi looked away, just so you wouldn't see the hurt flash in his eyes.

"...nd he's great at art, really gentle, too. Oh, did I mention he volunteers at a local animal shelter?" You blabbered on.

"Wow... What a hero" Isagi said through his gritted teeth, unimpressed.

He uneasily loosened his school uniform. Hissing when his fingers trembled.

Was it just him, or had the atmosphere become more humid?

"Oh wait, that's him just now!" You pointed at a guy walking up to you with a beaming grin.

Isagi scoffed. You looked at him questioningly, but quickly forgot about it in the wake of your boyfriend approaching.

Isagi's heart rate sped up.

He looked between your delighted look, and your boyfriend's softened one. It was as if you could only see him, as if the world could fade away, and you wouldn't even notice.

He couldn't do this.

"Uhm... why don't you go ahead?" Isagi croaked, his voice breaking at the end of his sentence.

You frowned, "Are you sure? I mean, I wanted you two to meet, you know, because you're both the two most important people in my life."

Ouch.

Once upon a time that spot solely belonged to him.

But well, times change.

His feelings unfortunately didn't.

"Yeah... I have some, uh, things to do." Isagi insisted.

This was wrong.

It felt wrong.

It felt wrong how Isagi watched you, running into the arms of another man.

It felt wrong how his chest contracted painfully as he saw you, living the happy life you deserve.

And as you hugged your boyfriend, smile impossibly wide, Isagi knew he'd missed his chance.

He stood, frozen in his spot. He couldn't even spare himself, because looking away was always impossible when you were involved.

Isagi sniffed. His vision becoming blurry as his eyes stung. He wiped at his eyes, his hand coming back damp.

Oh.

He was crying.

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Itoshi Rin

When he first had heard the news, his face was as impassive as ever. But the next few days, you can count on him constantly overthinking. He's also quite big on the whole silent treatment and evading, doing anything to avoid seeing you with someone else, even though he would sooner die than ever admit to that.

"So, Rin, this is my boyfriend, Kenji Tanaka, Kenji, this is my friend, Rin."

You introduced them to each other, all smily-faced and pleasant demeanour.

First name basis, huh?

Rin's gaze roamed over this Tanaka's figure, his eyes narrowed in judgement.

Tanaka shuffled in his spot, fidgeting underneath Rin's stoic stare.

"Uh. Hi." Tanaka said hesitatingly, sticking out his hand.

"I'm Y/n's boyfriend."

Boyfriend.

The label was like a punch to the gut, leaving Rin breathless.

"Tch."

He then turned around without saying a word, leaving you both stunned behind.

Rin was laying on his bed, eyes closed and music softly streaming through his earphones.

It was 11 pm, yet he was wide awake.

Rin sighed in annoyance, tossing and turning.

"I'm Y/n's boyfriend."

Letting out a groan of frustration, Rin pushed a pillow over his ears, exhaling heavily in his bed pillow.

"This is my friend, Rin."

Rin smacked his pillow.

The next day, Rin came to class looking worse for wear, heavy eyebags underneath his narrowed eyes.

"Oh, Rin, how are you--" You greeted him, but faltered at the hostile look Rin shot you, before he walked to the other end of the class.

"... doing. I saved you a seat." You mumbled, watching confusedly Rin's moody demeanour and chagrined expression.

The bell rang and the teacher walked into the class. You were forced to tear your eyes away from Rin, yet you could feel his irritation from planets away.

"Itoshi Rin, detention."

The harsh voice of the teacher resounded.

Rin shot awake, eyes bleary and unfocused.

Without a word he stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he left the classroom, door banging in its hinges as he shoved it closed.

"Rin..." You frowned.

Normally, Rin didn't pay much attention in class, except for in English, but to doze off? That was unusual for him.

Maybe I should check up on him.

Making up your mind, you decided to visit him after your last lesson.

As class ended, you stood up, making your way out of the classroom and into the hallways.

Your mind was still reeling from Rin's peculiar behaviour of the last few days, wondering what you had done to set him off.

It was because you were so lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice the hand sticking out, before it had already grappled your wrist and pulled you into a secluded corner.

"Wah--" You shrieked, but it was quickly muffled by a pair of lips placed onto yours.

Your eyes widened, before relaxing when you realised it was your boyfriend.

His mouth moved slowly against yours, languidly pulling on your lips, as his fingers raked through your hair.

Then he moved to pepper kisses along your jaws, the sensation tickling against your skin.

"Hi pretty." He finally greeted you, lips swollen and face flushed. You imagined you didn't look any different.

"Hi." You replied, smiling, before it fell off your face.

"Oh shit. I need to go to Rin. He's in detention."

You scrambled out of the corner, but his hand caught you wrist, pulling you in again.

Lips met yours again, but you retreated.

"Sorry, this'll have to wait. I can't leave Rin, you know that."

Kenji scoffed. "Doesn't he take up enough of your time already?"

"No. And we've been over this." You said with an exaggerated sigh, not in the mood to rehearse the same conversation once again.

"You're both important people in my life, hence why I need to go."

Kenji sighed, but relented. "Fine, go. But I'm coming with you."

"Alright." You rolled your eyes playfully.

Taking your hand, Kenji led you, but not before placing a kiss on your neck, for everyone to see.

"Kenji!" You scolded, quickly covering it.

"What?" He lazily shrugged.

"Ugh. Nevermind."

You hastened in your steps, praying you weren't late. If you missed Rin now, you wouldn't see him for the entirety of next week, with his erratic football training and all.

And leaving things like this left a gnawing feeling in your chest.

Spotting a mop of dark green hair, your eyes softened in relief.

"Rin!" You called.

Rin's head shot to yours, your eyes interlocking. You wavered, blinking at the intense look he was donning.

Rin shot you an appraising look, before his eyes flicked downwards to your... neck? And then up really quickly.

Kenji slung an arm around your middle, pressing you against him.

Rin's gaze darkened.

He promptly walked out of the room.

"Wait, Rin!" You shouted, thinking he hadn't heard you.

You made to go after him, but Kenji stopped you.

"What are you doing?" You said, frustrated.

"Leave him be, baby, he's just moody and doesn't deserve you."

"He isn't! There's probably a reason for this." You insisted, obstinantly.

You yanked yourself free, running after Rin, but he'd already disapparated.

"Aw shit. He's gone." You sighed, disappinted.

"Well, some people are just like that." Kenji shrugged.

"Rin isn't..." You muttered, head hung. You just wanted to patch things up, was that too much asked?

"Well... luckily, you have me, and I'll know plenty ways to cheer you up." Kenji wiggled his eyebrows.

You burst out in laughter. "You weirdo!" You punched him playfully in the arm.

Though you spirits were lifted slightly, you couldn't help the frown tugging at your lips.

What had happened to Rin?

Yeah, he didn't know that either.

Rin ruthlessly kicked against the ball, the ball spiralled through the air before landing in the corner of the goal.

He huffed, a puffy cloud leaving his lips.

It was after training time, the others had already left, but Rin was still there.

His teammates had praised him on being so dedicated to football.

But Rin's mind wasn't revolving around football at all.

Your lips, swollen and red, looking like they'd just been kissed--

Rin frustratingly took a ball and kicked it.

Goal.

A piece of reddened skin, faint bite marks causing skinbreak--

Another shot.

His arm around your waist, fingers tracing your hip--

Another.

Hair tussled, locks sticking out in every direction, yet they'd always looked so soft--

Another one.

Eyes brightly gleaming, looking the happiest he'd ever seen you--

Another.

"Goddamn it!" Rin raked his fingers through his hair, his nails scraping against his scalp.

"Fuck. Fuck him. What does she even see in him?!" Rin hissed, kicking harshly against a ball, his foot was reeling from the force.

He was boiling, fingers clenched and blindly shooting balls left and right, it seemed that all the stress had caught up to him, after all, no matter how much he'd avoided it.

And now it was threatening to push him under.

"Stop it... please..." He pled, finally sitting down on the ground.

He was goddamn tired, not having slept for several days. The haunting thought of you with someone else caused him horrendous sleepless nights.

He'd hoped that days of ignoring you would've helped alleviate the nagging pain in his chest, a pain that just didn't disappear, no matter how much he evaded you, or how many balls he shot, but that had been a naïve thought.

As if he could ever put you out of his mind.

But now, now you had someone else.

Someone else you'd think about, someone else to replace him with.

"Why..." He said, voice trembling.

Why him? Why not me?

Why won't you ever choose me?

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Itoshi Sae

He'll definitely double up your quality time. Will personally ensure you're closer to him than your boyfriend, when it comes to affection, quality time, etc.

The times you and Sae hung out became gradually less until you barely spent any time together outside of school.

And all of that, because of that lukewarm dunce that had been trailing you, like a pathetic mutt.

Sae had hoped you would get tired of him eventually; there really was nothing special about him at all.

Sure, he was friendly, modest, and a happy-to-go-to boyfriend (your words, not his), but a dog had all of those qualities, too.

So why not get a dog?

Sae didn't see the difference.

Because just like dogs, your boyfriend took up a lot of time. So much so, there wasn't anything left for him.

"You free this Friday?" Sae asked you, falling in step with you as you walked home from school.

"Mhm. Though I was thinking of watching Minato's training."

A swell of irritation rised in his chest, as Sae's lips tugged downwards.

"Skip his training. He's shit anyway." Sae said briskly. "We can go to this restaurant you've been wanting to go to."

Your eyes lit up. "Ooh, with the special sushi?"

"Mhm."

"Alright then. What time?"

"I'll come pick you up."

You nodded thoughtfully. "How much money do I need to bring? I think I saved up this month, so it should be enough to cov--"

"No need." Sae cut in firmly. "I can take care of it."

Your cheeks flushed. "Wah-- I'm not some charity case, Sae! I can take care of myself, you now."

Sensing your offence, Sae retorted, "I want to. You deserve it. Let me treat you, just this once."

"I..." You sighed, but the temptation was too high, not that Sae would take no for an answer. "Fine, but next time I'm paying!"

Sae scoffed. "You still have that rule with you and... what was his name again?"

"Minato." You said indignantly. "And yes, we do. That way, we even out the costs. It's fundamental for a healthy relationship."

Sae raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"Is it because he's poor?"

You hit Sae's arm, letting out a startled laugh at his bluntness.

"No, he's actually quite well-off! Not everyone can have that many zeros on their bank account as you."

"Mhm. You wouldn't have to work so hard if it were up to me." Sae mumbled.

"Huh? Did you say something?"

"Oh. No. Just that we should match." Sae smoothly interjected.

"Okay, what suit will you be wearing, then?"

"I don't know. I'll let my agent handle it."

You gaped at him. "You do know that your agent's function doesn't include picking out outfits?"

"Mine does. Share your measurements with me."

"Measurements? Wait, are you going to buy clothes for me?" You asked incredulously.

It was no secret Itoshi Sae was loaded. He practically smelled like money. Newest watches, expensive colognes, and in possession of mobile phones not even having appeared on the market.

He was practically swimming in money, but he didn't really know what to do with it. But spending money on you was one of his favourite pastimes, only if you would let him, of course.

And it seemed like now your mind would be difficult to budge.

"That's really too much. I can pay for it myself." You declared steadfast and determined.

Sae frowned. Why couldn't you just work with him here for once?

Alle he wanted was to indulge you a little bit. Obviously, it was also for selfish reasons, because well, how many times was he actually privy to you in a dress? Surely, not as often as that dreadful boyfriend of yours--

At the thought of the other... occupant in your life, Sae's mood soured, a bitter taste filling his mouth.

He was a lukewarm player. A defender, and a terrible one at that. He played for some third rate league, fulfilling a lousy dream of making some decent money and dating a model.

Yet, that stereotypical vision didn't fully apply to him.

He wasn't dating a model (though Sae argued you could definitely be one) but Sae's... friend.

Said friend watched Sae with a disapproving frown.

"Alright. Pay for it yourself, then." Sae acquiesced, sighing wearily.

"Will do. I'll try to look nice!"

You gave Sae a little wave, walking into the direction where your house was located.

Sae watched your figure retreat into the distance, until you blended with the undergoing sun.

Strangely enough, he didn't see much difference between the two.

"You always look nice, though." He whispered, only for the wind to hear.

On Friday, you received a package.

You hadn't ordered anything, so you were quite non-plussed.

Opening the package, your mouth slackened as you looked at the contents.

A shimmering dress, luscious waves, and fully made out of silk.

It was beautiful.

And there was only one person who would come up with this.

"Sae... you..." You muttered, but you couldn't be cross with him for not heeding your warnings.

You rifled through the box. A note.

Wear this. It'll suit you.

You stifled a laugh.

Looking back at the shiny dress, your exhaled.

"Well, I guess I don't really have any other option."

On the dot at 5 pm, Sae's car rolled up at your house.

Noticing this, you stepped out of the house, making your way to his waiting vehicle.

Sae was glad his windows were rolled up.

He couldn't help but stare as he saw you glide to his car, dress flowing about you like the waves lapping on the shore.

He had handpicked your dress personally, and it seemed he had made the right choice. Or well, you made his choice right.

The way the dress hugged your figure, the colour bringing out the brilliance of your eyes, and the elegance that you exuded simply by just existing, robbed Sae's breath.

A hint of pink lightened the tops of his ears, but Sae ignored it in favour of stepping out of the car and opening the door for you.

"Why thank you, kind sir." You teased in a light tone.

"You look..." Sae trailed off, the air knocked out of his lungs.

"Your dress topped it off."

Sae stiffened at the slightly sharp tone in your voice.

"Oh relax," You patted his hand. "I'm not mad, but please, don't spend your money on me, alright?"

"...alright."

Big, fat lie. But what you didn't know, couldn't hurt you, right?

"Anyhow, you clean up nice, too, Sae." You continued in a soft tone. "I think this is the first time I've seen you genuinely dress up for an occasion. Should I feel special?"

You already are special.

Is what Sae had wanted to say, yet he inclined his head instead, stepping into the car behind you.

As you drove through the restaurant, your light chatter filled the car, with the sporadic comment of Sae from time to time.

For reasons Sae would prefer not to disclose, he was glad you were here with him, instead of with your boyfriend.

You arrived at the the restaurant. The enormous amount of cars outside a testament to the popularity of the restaurant. And to think Sae had made a reservation, not too long ago...

Sae once again helped you out of the car, extending a hand as he pulled you upright.

If his hand twitched as your hand retreated, no one noticed.

"Reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Itoshi?"

"Yes."

You turned your head so fast, your neck almost broke.

When you were being led to your table, you shot a questioning look at Sae.

"Why am I registered as your wife? We're nineteen!"

Sae shrugged. "Made checking in easier."

You pursed your lips in suspicion, but ultimately let it go as you sat down, immediately taken away by the plethora of options provided on the menu.

"Ooh, wait, I want to get this--" You pointed at something on the card, excited sparkles in your eyes, similar to the glittering stars in the sky.

Sae uselessly rifled through his menu, his eyes not at all perusing the card. Instead he was fixated on the lights reflected in your eyes, reminiscent of the stars.

Maybe, Sae thought, this is a better way of stargazing.

"Wow, this was amazing!" You gushed, having eaten your fill.

"Mhm." Sae responded, eyes roaming about your flushed face.

His eyes then stuck to a piece of rice sticking to the corner of your lips.

Without thinking he moved forward, his hand coming underneath your chin to tilt it upwards, acquiring him more access for his soft thumb to brush the stray rice from your skin.

"Huh?" You spoke, making your lips bump against his thumb.

Sae's eyes widened fractionally, his throat closing up as his heart loudly hammered in his chest.

"You... had something on your face." He pulled away, but he couldn't quite shake off the sensation of your thumb brushing against your lips.

How would it feel to actually place his lips on yours--

Sae's face heated up at the thought. Luckily, the waiter saved him by profferring him the bill.

Your eyes went wide as saucers at the amount of money, but Sae didn't even flinch as he offered his card.

"Let's go." He stuck out his hand, and thoughtlessly, you took it.

Maybe taking his hand was something you'd always had done instinctively.

When you were eventually brought home, a vague feeling of disappointment arrose in you.

The night had been fulfilling. But hanging out with Sae always was.

As you stood in front of your house, you prepared to go inside, but a light tug on your wrist made you halt in your steps.

"Hmm? What's wrong Sa--"

You cut yourself off as Sae pulled you into a hug, bringing an arm behind your head, fingers sinking into your hair, as the other went around your middle, pressing you against the hard lines of his lean body.

Your eyes widened, and you could only blink owlishly at the sudden action.

Sae was not one for physical affections, bsrely tolerating it on a good day, and abhorring it on a terrible one. So it was even more rare for him to be the one to initiate it.

Yet, you weren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Your arms went around his middle, his body warmth soaking into yours.

"This is nice." Your murmured against his shoulder.

"Mhm."

Sae then pulled away, his cyan eyes for once not stoic and aloof, but soft and gentle.

Your lashes fluttered. It was a rare sight, a Sae vulnerable like that. Maybe you liked it. A little bit. Or maybe just too much.

Then, he sighed, his eyes averting to the ground, as they returned to their phlegmatic default.

He slowly released you, arms just shy from wavering and pulling you back in, but he managed to control himself.

"Good night." He whispered in the dead of the night.

"Night, Sae. I had a lovely time."

Then, you stepped inside.

Sae stared at the closed door, heart beating in his throat, still rooted in his spot.

A cold breeze washed over him. He hadn't noticed it had gotten cold.

But he felt colder within.

It felt strangely like a loss.

He could spend the whole day with you, accompanying you everywhere you went, loyally sticking to your side.

Yet he wouldn't be the one you'd come home to.

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Nagi Seishiro

Goes out of his way to do things for you, to remind you he's important, too. And he will command your attention every minute, tailing you like an exuberant puppy.

When Nagi Seishiro had learned of your acquiring a boyfriend, he'd just shrugged and then proceeded on with his videogames.

It wasn't like anything would change between the two of you, right?

Dead wrong.

Late night game nights and leisure hang outs became frequently less and less.

Instead, you were spending more of your time with your boyfriend.

Now your boyfriend was the one getting all the privileges. He took up all of your time, and now the rare moments Nagi saw you two together, you were always pressed up against each other.

Either your hands tangled in his hair, while his face was in your lap, or his arms slung around your waist and your cheek pressed against his shoulder.

So yeah, things did change.

And well Nagi wasn't fond of change, especially not if he were the one to be replaced. He also wanted those things.

Maybe Nagi should be your boyfriend, too.

But well, Nagi wasn't all up for confessions and the labelling. It was just him and you, and nothing had to change that.

So what if you didn't have a label? Who cared?

Nagi could do those things, too, just you wait.

It was one of those precious, quiet moments in solitude, in which Nagi was free from training and you were finally freed from your boyfriend.

Nagi was playing games on his phone while you were texting someone.

Nagi boredly tapped on his device, but the sliver of a laugh falling off of your lips made him pause, causing him to die in his game.

"What's so funny?" He sat up from his end of the couch, eyes narrowed.

"Oh, just... texting someone, you said absentmindedly.

Nagi's lip pulled, but you didn't notice.

What a hassle.

He sighed loudly, but your eyes were glued to the screen.

Why won't she notice?

He tugged on your sleeve, but you merely swatted his hand away.

Huffing, Nagi crept forward, wringling himself in between your arms and promptly plopping his face on your lap.

"Wha-- Nagi!" You shrieked, surprised.

"Mhm?" Nagi responded, voice sleepy.

Nagi's head moved, resting his cheek on your upper leg, his arms going around your middle.

Yes, this is nice.

"Nagi... what are you doing?" You asked, baffled. "Are you sick?" Your hand carded through his locks, feeling his forehead.

Nagi hummed in satisfaction as your fingers touched his skin.

"Hmm... you don't feel warm." You frowned, retreating your hand.

Eyes shooting open, Nagi's fingers clamped around your wrist.

"I am sick. Keep doing that, it makes me feel better." He said, voice muffled against your clothes.

"What?" You raised an eyebrow, bemused expression on your face. "This?" Your fingers raked through his hair again, and Nagi let out a contented sigh, melting into your touch.

It was clear he wasn't going to be moved.

"I... alright." You relented, putting your phone away.

Nagi closed his eyes, letting your warmth soak into his body.

Maybe those boyfriend privileges really were something.

Though, another opportunity for Nagi to get close to you didn't present itself again.

Every time he invited himself in your home, your boyfriend was there, too, soaking in all your attention and leaving Nagi dry.

Nagi was slowly fed up with it, so naturally he did the next best thing.

Insert himself, obviously.

Nagi shoved a drink into your hands, as he plopped down next to you, completely disregarding your boyfriend who was seated on your other side.

"Nagi?" You eyebrows disappeared in your hairline.

"Your favourite, right?"

You checked, squinting in the cup.

"Yes, it is. Why though?" Your tone laced with suspicion.

It was extremely rare for the slug known as Nagi Seishiro to go out of his way to do something for another human being.

But there were very few exceptions. Football, Reo, and... you.

Nagi shrugged. "Felt like it. But I'm tired now, I'm going to take a nap."

He then unceremoniously fell forward, his face digging into your shoulders as his arms snaked around your middle.

"Nagi!" You jumped, sending an apologetic look at your boyfriend who was pushed aside by Nagi's antics.

"What are you doing?!" You hissed.

"Taking a nap." He answered, voice drowsy.

What really was the problem? He got you your favourite drink, and now he was tired. Can't a man just rest?

"You can rest in my bedroom if you'd like, it's more comfortable."

Nagi shook his head, his white locks bouncing in sync with the motion.

"No... such a hassle. I'll just stay here."

"I..." You exchanged a hesitant look with your boyfriend, but eventually conceded.

"Alright then, you slug." You said affectionately, running your hands through his hair.

Nagi relaxed in your embrace, his breath steadying as he listened to the cadence of your heartbeat.

No, he didn't need to have a label with you. This something he had with you, something he couldn't quite describe, was unmeasurable and held dear to his heart.

Just him resting in your arms, your fingers in his hair, and the rest of the world fading away, was all he needed after all.

Because who cared about labels?

The only thing Nagi Seishiro cared about was you.

And that was more than enough.

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kenyummy · 11 months ago

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BEACH DAY ꒰⚘݄꒱ BLUE LOCK

SYNOPSIS: as a manager during the nel, a well-deserved rest was needed. what better way to rest than a fun day in the hot summer air, in a bikini, at the beach?

note: this was originally a special for 100k reads on my wattpad book found (which u should SO read btw #shamelesspromo) but to avoid confusion i edited out a lot of mentions of the manager characters who were included in this short! i really hope you all enjoy!

TODAY

is a completely regular day of fun outings. Shidou had (in)formally organised a beach trip, something you decided would be a good idea. The NEL has been stressful on all of you, whether it be you and the other managers, the players, or even coaches—taking a good day off seemed to be a good idea.

So, you were heading to the beach.

The place where women can wear skimpy bikinis without being called promiscuous names (it would happen anyway—but in a perfect world everybody would mind their own business) and the place where strange men (some of those men may happen to be named Otoya and Aiku) would check out the local fauna dressed in said skimpy bikinis.

It was a fun day of splashing around in the waves, ignoring all problems present in your life, and unwinding in the grainy sand. You miss it. That is why, even though you're sure this will happen to end up in disaster, you agreed.

So, this is what got you in this predicament now—thirty minutes before you had to get there with a ten minute trip driving—that was all that was left for you to remember everything.

Swimming outfit. A change of clothes. Sandals that won't trap sand. What else...

You ponder as you stare down at your duffel bag, filled with everything you need. Money—food stalls at the beach were always ridiculously expensive for no apparent reason, Floaties—you never know when somebody might just need some abrupt saving. Towels—plenty of towels, A robe—you'll probably be a little chilly when you get out of the water.

Apart from the obvious essentials like hair ties, deodorant, sunscreen, keys and whatever other odd things you need whenever you go out—you think you're good to go.

You take a good look at your swimsuit. You haven't worn it in a while. A simple black two-piece with each front piece of fabric being held together with two silver rings—it's a little smaller than you would've liked, but you don't own any other kind, so you decide to just go with it.

You roll up your towel nicely and tuck it into your bag, then zip it up. You stare down at the fat duffel bag that is practically bursting at the seams. You are ready to take on the final boss—the beach.

You stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom, pulling at the tight elastic band of your bikini. It digs into your skin slightly. Hissing through your teeth—you decide it's nothing, and quickly make your way outside.

With your bag under your arm, you walk out and look around. Two of the other manager girls said they'd saved a spot underneath a bright purple umbrella. It takes little effort to spot it in all its neon glory.

They both sit atop a beach towel, with odd things like sunscreen, keys, and waterproof mascara all scattered around them. You wave a little before you sit down on a part of the towel, taking in the sight of the beautiful beach.

Children running around, adults chasing after them—some guy was even getting told off in the middle of the waves for losing his swim trunks. All in all, the beach was positively bursting with rich energy.

You missed this. You haven't felt this calm in a good while. Dealing with all those rowdy boys vying for your attention—it took a toll on you.

Too bad this peace would not last for too long.

Your phone dings. You pick it up and press on the notification—it's a snap from Shidou. You hesitantly click on the picture and it's a closeup of his left eye—but in the background, you can see the side of the building you had just changed inside, and a shirtless Otoya is trying to kick at somebody.

You don't even have the chance to properly react when a loud yell interrupts your thoughts. You snap your head towards the sound so fast your neck aches—the source was Rin on the floor while, even though a second ago a phone should've been in his hand, Shidou is jumping him.

A smart, sassy quip and loud groans erupts from both you and the other manager girls—you slap your phone down and squeeze your face in your hands.

Perhaps this is the start of doomsday, you think as the overly massive group starts making their way towards you and your blaring purple target of a neon umbrella.

"[name]!!" Bachira crashes into you—with the way he knocks you both to the sandy ground, he should be playing rugby instead of soccer—and rubs his cheek against yours like a loving cat. "I'm so excited to see you again! You never come by our stratum!!"

He's flat on top of you and the stares you're receiving start to grow uncomfortable. You push back at his chest but he simply opts to sneak his arms around your shoulders, "Bachira...!! Let me... get up..."

It takes the brute force of Barou King Shoei to remove his figure from latching onto yours. With a twitching brow and eyes that could stab daggers into Bachira—a small laugh unintentionally escapes your lips when he talks, "You're all sandy, you disgusting bug. If you get all that sand on the towel, I'll seriously kill you."

Bachira is being held up by the scruff of his water suit like a cat. He dangles in the air and flings himself at Barou next—"Fight me, king!"

"YOU—!!!"

Ignoring the upcoming brawl on the ground, you step over the two and you find your way towards...

"Hello, Isagi."

Your voice seems to make him jump—his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of your face and he looks far too nervous to be speaking to you. "O—Oh... Hello, [name]...! It's good to see you again..."

He's trembling and making such intense eye contact that you wonder if he's okay. His fists are clenched hard beside his body and you think he might just about have a heart attack. "Are you... okay?"

He answers a little too quickly, "Yes! I'm fine, haha, why would you worry about me? I'm totally good! Best I've ever been! Why would you ask? I look okay, right? Well, I gotta go now! I'll see you later, [name]!"

He runs off like he's a high school girl who's just had her first conversation with her senior crush. I can't tell if he's insecure about how he looks or worried about being disrespectful to me.

Maybe it's a mix of both. Isagi is on the slimmer side, compared to guys like Barou. Even though I know he's not, he looks like he's on steroids.

And Isagi's always been worried about being disrespectful to you—worried about overstepping boundaries and making you uncomfortable—at least when he's in his usual, clear state of mind. There's no telling what he's thinking when he stares down at you late at night after a good game with that overconfident, egotistical smirk.

Anyways—he's rushed away by now, and you're just standing here looking all stupid. Oh well. At least you're not alone for too long, because your attention is quickly stolen away by a certain trio.

Karasu, Otoya, and Yukimiya all come up to you—only one bothers to wave or even smile (there's no surprise he's a model—he's seriously gorgeous, you note when glancing down at his torso).

"Hey." The sneaky ninja is not so sneaky anymore, because he doesn't even try and disguise the way he's staring at your chest. He gives you a thumbs up, to which you scowl, "Lookin' good."

"Get your eyes off my chest."

"Sicko." Karasu shakes his head with a disappointed expression. You deadpan.

"You too, stupid crow."

"Did your mothers not teach you respect?" Yukimiya clicks his tongue—eyes fluttering closed as he shakes his head. He soon turns his head towards you and he actually does make eye contact with you—a step above his two friends. "It's nice to see you, [name]. You look very nice. Ignore these two."

You promptly ignore the offended looks shot at the model—you opt to just stare, perhaps a little too dreamily (but you couldn't care less, really), and smile back, "It's nice to see you too, Yukki. Thank you, you look handsome today, too. I was planning on ignoring those two, anyways."

"Woah, that is seriously hurtful." Karasu places a hand over his bare chest where his heart would be. "Too bad I don't care."

You roll your eyes. "Of course you don't, stupid crow."

"Would you stop calling me that?"

"Would you stop staring at my boobs?"

He pauses. "Point taken."

Having Nagi cling to you during your time at Blue Lock is pretty hard already. Believe it or not, he's 6'2, and believe it or not, having a grown 6'2 man hanging off your side makes it pretty hard to get around.

Having a shirtless, messy-haired Nagi plant himself right on top of you and having his face smushed against the top of your chest is a little worse.

You can feel a burning stare at the back of your head. You're not sure if the stare Reo is giving you is directed at you or the snow-haired boy. (Perhaps it is both and he's just conflicted—you would understand).

"Nagi..." You push back at his head and slowly intertwine your fingers in the white locks. They're softer than you imagined, but the ends are unmistakably dead. You should cut it for him later. "Go swim or something."

You are disappointed (yet, not the slightest bit surprised) when he promptly shakes his head no and proceeds to dig his nose even deeper into your exposed skin. His voice is slightly muffled, but still plausibly understandable, "Nuh-uh. Dun' wanna."

Your eyes twitch. Perhaps you have been spoiling him a little too much—so much so he refuses to leave you be.

"'Cause I didn't wanna go, but then mmmm... uh—Reo told me you were gonna come... and it wouldn't be too much of a hassle if you stayed with me. Hadn't seen you in so long. Missed you."

Right. You forgot he told you that before, too. Perhaps you had been a bit too doting on Nagi—he's clingy-er than you remember. Or perhaps it had been similar to that saying, distance makes the heart grow fonder.

A loud shriek (it sounds far too girly to have come out of Nagi's mouth, but go figure) alerts you and you see Nagi has been grabbed backwards into a headlock by Barou King Shoei. Perhaps he had turned away from the villainous side since your last meeting with him, because right now, he's saved you twice, like a hero.

Nagi doesn't even fight the King's death grip—he flops like a dead fish and it looks rather funny seeing it so closely. Nagi is taller, yet much lankier than Barou, who looks like a bodybuilder compared to the lazy snowhead.

"You're kicking sand all over the towel, Mr Hassleman." Barou snarls and jerks Nagi's head back. The boy doesn't react other than wearing his little :x face. "Go swim it off. Now."

Nagi does not make any visible effort to move. Barou still holds him like a ragdoll in his grip when he turns to look at you—you laugh a little and move your sunhat out of your eyes. "Hi, Barou. It's nice to see that you came. I didn't think you'd like the beach."

He looks a lot different with his hair down, you note. But in a good way. Fallen beneath his shoulders—you wonder why he does not wear it this way more often. He still holds his signature forever pissed-off expression, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think I'm incapable of having fun?"

You pause, with a small grin. "Yeah, kinda."

He gives you a deadpan expression. "You're the same as always, you shit manager."

"I thought our relationship had progressed to the point we'd gotten past these mean names." You place a hand over your chest, a cheeky smile on your lips with a faux-hurt expression. You didn't usually joke around like this—it wasn't really your thing—but he was just far too easy of a target to tease. "I'm hurt, King."

He cocks a brow—you see Nagi trying to wriggle around now, and it's good to know he didn't actually die—"Seriously? Didn't think you were the type of person to care."

"Doesn't matter now. You're gonna swim, right?" With a nod of his head, you break away from his sharp stare and give him a small wave with a closed-eye smile. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Oh yeah—by the way, you look good with your hair down. You should do it more often. Anyways, see you later."

You do not catch the half-hearted wave Nagi sends you—which was just him flopping his arm up in the air—nor do you catch the look Barou throws over his shoulder at you, "... Not too bad yourself."

He says, but you do not catch it.

Nagi stares up at the man with a blank expression, "Who knew you were all sweet on our manager, huh, King?"

The King in question growls like an animal and tosses Nagi into the ocean like a ragdoll, "Shut the fuck up!"

"Beach volleyball?" Chigiri stares with confusion in his bright pink eyes as Kurona sits on Gagamaru's shoulders—setting up the tall net. His hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and his bangs fall over his eyes. "Are you serious?"

His head turns to yours when you shrug, "Why not? Beach volleyball is super fun. It's not like you guys can play soccer on the sand."

Chigiri pauses to think your words over for a second. You give him the most empty stare you can muster before you speak, "You really can't play soccer on the sand, Chigiri."

"Well, still. Are you gonna play?"

You shake your head and spare him a small smile. "No, I think I'll pass on this one. I'd like to see you play, though. You seem like you'd be really good at volleyball."

He gives you a pretty smile and shakes his head. "Oh, I don't know. I wasn't really planning to play either. I was honestly just thinking of sitting down with you and just relaxing."

"Oh, but I really would like to see you play. I bet you'd be better than anybody else out there, Hyoma." Not to be brass or anything, but you like to think you know a good amount about Chigiri—including how to get him to do what you'd like: Fan his ego. Or to put it in better words, praise him. "I think you'd look pretty cool."

You give him the nicest smile you can muster, and you're sure that's what seals the deal. He turns his head away from yours—yet you can practically sense the smirk he now holds—"Well, if you really think so, why not?"

You laugh a little as he walks onto the court, and each side with six players—even if in official beach volleyball, there were only two on each side, this was the most unofficial game you've ever really witnessed.

Otoya and Karasu are jumping on each other's shoulders in an effort to block the spikes—it only ends in the one on top tumbling to the ground and Yukimiya shaking his head in an I'm not mad, just disappointed motion.

Bachira is using his feet to play, kicking the ball up even when his hands were a completely more viable option—you think this is illegal, but who are you to judge—and Shidou is doing the same thing, except he... is hogging the ball. You aren't even sure how you hog the ball in volleyball, but he's managing it.

Rin is the one who manages to get it away from him but it only ends up in another tussle—something you do not bother to stop because one of the manager are already running toward them with a can of hairspray (which, if you were not previously aware, has the same effect as pepper spray if directed into the eyes).

You loll your head back and let out a heavy sigh. This beach day was going better than you had expected—still, your group by far had gained the most traction from how loud you all ended up being. You've gotten countless stink-eyes from old people, especially when Shidou yells out profanities in the vicinity of little children.

You wonder if the police may get called on you all. Maybe you should pretend you're not in their group as a last-ditch effort if it does end up happening.

You are broken out of your thoughts by a small, almost nervous greeting, "Um... hey, [name]."

You look to where the source of the sound came from—you get an eyeful of Isagi's bare torso before you see his face. He's looking off to the side awkwardly as if the mere action of looking at you would be purgatory, and he looks like he doesn't know what to do with his hands so he grips the end of his swimming shorts awkwardly. It's cute.

"Hi, Isagi." You smile. You shuffle over to create a little more room on the towel you are sitting on. You pat the free spot beside you and nudge your head towards him, "Come sit."

Obediently—you didn't expect him to move so fast—he sits beside you. He still looks stiff and nervous, so you ask him what's up. He responds, quickly but much quieter than his usual calm tone, "I was... um... ah, this is so stupid..."

He sucks in a deep breath of air and turns his back towards you. It's a little more built than you imagined. "I was... just gonna ask if you could put sunscreen on my back... I can't reach, and I trust you more than the... others."

You can practically feel the way his face burns up from how his voice cracks and grows more hushed with every word. To save him from the embarrassment, you decide to spare him from teasing words. "Sure. I don't mind. I'm glad you trust me, Isagi."

The words come out a little more sultry than you intended as you test the waters and place your fingertips on his bare shoulders. He shivers. You can feel it.

You spread the sunscreen all over his back—he places his face in his hands as you work your hands a little lower. When your fingertips brush against the waistband of his shorts he has to bite back a small groan. This was utterly humiliating for him—seriously, this was sad.

You're not completely oblivious to this fact, so in a menial act of pity for the poor guy, you try and finish up as quickly as possible—if only to save him from the embarrassment.

It feels far too intimate to be just a friendly gesture. He wonders if you feel that way too. You lightly rest your palms on his tense shoulders when you are done, sitting on your knees and leaning your face near his own, "Done."

He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat. He swallows thickly, blunt nails digging into his palms as he shuffles around so he faces you. The words that come out of his mouth are a little shakier than he would've liked, "T... Thanks... [name]."

The smile you have plastered on your face is nothing short of pretty, he thinks. "No problem. You can come to me if you need anything, okay?"

Why do you have to say things like that, [name]?

Isagi gives you a small nod, and practically forces a wavy smile onto his lips. "Yeah... You're really helpful, you know that?"

You laugh. "I know."

The mood between you two is calm and the strange tension from before has dissipated. You're smiling from ear to ear, about to say something—when Isagi's demeanour changes completely. You're not too sure why, but he seems to spot something behind you and his eyes completely shift.

Gone is the meek and shy boy, and in his place is a coy, smiling man. He places a hand on your upper arm—it makes you jolt and look at him in surprise. A second ago, he couldn't even look you in the eye, and now, he was shuffling closer towards you like it was the most natural thing ever.

"Anything, right?" He finally speaks, and he moves his hand up, away from your arm and it lightly traces underneath your jaw. He looks deeply into your eyes, but still keeps glancing behind you. "Can I do this?"

You do not get a chance to ask what this happens to be—although, it does not take a genius to figure it out, and you are no genius—or even spare him an answer before he grabs your hardcover novel and holds it up in front of where the two of your lips meet—covering your kiss from the other players that surround you all.

He doesn't dare take this further than a small kiss—yet, it wouldn't be considered a simple peck either. His hand holds the underside of your jaw lightly and tilts your head up so he can easily feel you and the back of the hard-cover book feels cool against your cheek.

You'd like to believe the reason your cheeks are on fire is from the blaring heat of the sun shining down on you—even though you are underneath the shade of that purple umbrella. His lips taste sweet, like a fruity drink. You think a stall nearby is serving something similar to that.

You can feel his smile against your lips, and he seems to be all too happy to have you like this. He tilts your face forward and your body has to follow—to the point you practically collapse into his lap. It feels much more intimate now that you can feel his bare skin against your own.

Isagi moves his hand down from your jaw down toward your waist, holding you taut against him and letting his fingertips rest in the dip of your back.

You finally end up moving backwards, and your sunhat almost falls off your head—Isagi quickly readjusts it when he pulls away. He gives you a sweet smile—though, it grows more cocky when he glances behind you again—and says, "You really are helpful, [name]."

You blush a little but still retain that same smile when his hands trace down your spine gently, romantically. "I know."

Isagi joins in on the beach volleyball fun with Nagi after Rin and Shidou leave in favour of taking a dip in the sea (you think you hear Shidou saying something about skinny-dipping, and you pray to every god imaginable you heard wrong), so you are left to yourself once more.

You are perfectly content. Your sunhat lay on the towel beside you and your legs are peeked out in the sun—reading your book where you last left off.

Your life is perfectly calm until it is not.

Hands suddenly cover your vision and all you see is darkness. You jerk your head up and are about to say something when a heavily accented voice suddenly rings out throughout your ears, "Guess who?"

You could recognise that voice in your sleep from how often it haunts your dreams. You recognise that voice even before you hear it. You slump down where you sit, letting out a heavy, almost tired sigh. "Kaiser..."

"Ah! How did you guess it so easily, hübsches Mädchen?" He removes the hands blocking your vision and he suddenly plops himself down, right in front of you—of course, his little guard dog is right by his side, sporting his usual guileless expression. "Perhaps you think of me far too often, hm? Also, I told you to call me Michael. We are closer than that, no?"

You shake your head, eyes slightly squinted at him. "I don't know about that. Hello, Ness."

The puppy-dog boy waves his hand at you, clearly delighted. "Hello, [name]!"

Kaiser looks annoyed at this interaction. He scoffs, rolling his electric blue eyes and waving you off mindlessly, lashes fluttering closed, "Whatever. I cannot believe you're just reading at the beach."

You raise a brow. "What's wrong with that?"

He picks up the book by its spine and tosses it nonchalantly on the towel beside you, lips curled downwards into a sneer, "It's terribly dorky. You look like a huge dork."

"You sound like you care about that more than me."

"I don't want my love interest to look like a huge geek. Appearances matter a lot, you know." Yeah, you make that really clear. He abruptly stands up—Ness scrambles to get up as well—and looks down at you, finger curling upwards towards you like he's beckoning you to follow him. "Come on."

You blink with your nose scrunched up. "Excuse me?"

He coughs into a closed fist, looking up at the bright blue sky so he doesn't have to meet your gaze. He still holds a hand out to you, "Come on. Don't keep me waiting."

You're so shocked that you actually find yourself following after him—though, you do not take his outstretched hand and it is left hanging awkwardly. Ness would've taken it.

Your sandals flop on the sand as you walk down the beach, past families and couples and people simply wanting to tan—you follow behind Kaiser in silence while Ness walks beside you. You hope people don't think of you three as a throuple. That would absolutely not be good for your image whatsoever.

You pause as soon as you realise exactly where he is leading you. He's stepped halfway into the water when you halt your movements right before the splash of a wave hits your toes.

"Yeah, no thanks." You abruptly turn on your heel and proceed to try and make a getaway—you don't get too far until Ness grabs your wrist and tugs you backwards. You tumble into him—somehow, he doesn't fall over and only grabs your upper arms in his hands with a frantic expression.

"Please, [name]! Kaiser really wants to swim with you!"

Kaiser hisses through his teeth lowly and stares at Ness like he's just cursed out his mother, "What the hell, Ness?! I never said that!"

The small boy does not make it very subtle when he gasps in shock. Ness slaps his hands over his mouth and shakes his head—his voice is muffled when he speaks, but you can still understand slightly, "I—I never said that! Nobody said that!"

He's so embarrassed the poor boy rushes into the water and disappears beneath the waves. You wonder if he has become one with the sea. In the distance, you can see Kurona and Hiori chilling on a large unicorn floatie—with drinks and colourful straws—that should've only been able to fit one person.

You and Kaiser are now just staring at each other in very much awkward silence. You take a languid step back. "Well... If you don't want to swim..."

Once again, you do not get the chance to dash away because he's grabbed you and pulled you into his grasp before you could even react. You look at him with wide eyes—but you're practically putty in his hands when he bends down and clasps his arms over the back of your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder like a menial sack of potatoes.

Your sandals fall off your feet as soon as you find yourself tucked over him—you let out a very loud, very offended, very embarrassed gasp of shock, "What the hell... ?! Kaiser—put me down! Sick bastard!"

Your words have no visible effect on him. Your head slumps down when you feel him walking, and your hair hangs over your head. You get a good eyeful of his back. He's also more muscular than you imagined. Makes sense why he could even do this. That doesn't mean you're not pissed, though.

You can't see his face, but you can practically envision his signature cocky smirk and how it paints his stupidly handsome features, "I'm all fine, hübsches Mädchen. Are you ready?"

Huh? Ready for what—!!!

You feel so indiscriminately stupid for even asking this question—you should've already known the answer—because you suddenly find yourself collapsing into the water, salt filling each of your senses and the loud noises of children screaming around you fading to muffled nothingness.

You jump up as fast as you can—you're just tall enough so you can stand with your chest above the waves. You start coughing to try and get the small amount of water you happened to swallow out of your system—your hair is now wet with the water and is suddenly heavier, and you're shivering cold.

Kaiser, the asshole he is, is laughing wildly at your expression. You push your hair away from your vision and you receive an earful of his—stupidly charming—laughter. His hands clamp over his mouth in a last-ditch effort to muffle himself, which only makes your face flush hotter with anger and your chest tightens.

You want to yell and scream into his face, but you choose the better way out. You puff your cheeks out and hold your breath as you dive back under, swimming behind him and slamming your foot into the back of his knees so that he tumbles forward, face-first into the water.

You've never felt prouder of yourself.

You bob your head back up and start to laugh wickedly now—it was his turn to look like a drowned rat. When his head comes above water, you can't help the tears of laughter that brim across your waterline when he gives you a deadpan, silently fuming glare.

His wet bangs cling to his face (somehow, it suited him—the mere thought made you feel a little angry, in the way that your stomach started to feel all weird and your heart skipped a beat or two) and his red eyeliner is smeared down his cheek. He pushes his blonde hair back, so that his damp bangs fall over his left eye and his hair is parted strangely to the side.

"Hmph." He looks away from your figure—you have to cling onto his shoulder to stop yourself from falling over, and your chest heaves up and down wildly to breathe. "I don't know what you find so funny."

You look up at him from your slumped position, eyes squinted upwards and you're practically sparkling with joy, "You... you look hilarious! Ahahaha—look at you! I can't—" Your words are cut off by your gasps for air.

Kaiser does not look the least bit impressed. He stares down at where your cheek is planted on the side of his neck, right where the blue rose lies. His hands stabilise you by falling into the small of your back—right where Isagi's fingertips once touched.

You finally regain your composure and move away from how you were practically pressed up against him—your cheeks are starting to hurt from how hard you were smiling, and you now sport a much calmer sort of grin when you stare up at him. "Ah... I'm sorry—don't look so mad—"

He rolls his eyes, which makes you chuckle, hands resting on his shoulders, "Oh come on... don't look at me like that... I'm sorry..." Your tone is far too playful to sound apologetic. He is slightly enjoying the attention you bestow upon him, but the thought makes his head hurt so he chooses not to reflect on it. "Michael..."

Fuck. His name sounds so nice coming out of your mouth.

He still keeps up the annoyed act, however, even when you grin up at him with that stupidly pretty, stupidly knowing look, "Don't be like that... I'm sorry, okay? What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"

The blonde pauses, blinking owlishly and looking down at you. You are still smiling, and he can feel your heart beating loudly in your chest. You almost look dazed, probably from your previous session of full-blown laughter.

His hands still rest lowly on your hips. He moves one and tilts your chin up with his thumb, "Hm." A smirk coils onto his lips and in an instant you can see the happiness that practically radiates off his being. "I think this will suffice, for now."

He leans forward, and suddenly, he is kissing you. Unlike Isagi—he wastes not a second to slip his tongue between your lips and kisses you as deeply and passionately as he can muster—it's so Kaiser, so him that it makes your stomach twist within itself.

His hands run down the side of your body—the places where his rough fingertips meet the skin that you usually cover with clothing make you jolt and goosebumps form on your wet skin.

His bangs tickle your cheek and despite how wet they are, they are soft. His left, tattooed hand finds itself on the side of your stomach and his blunt nails sink into the soft flesh—he grabs at whatever he can get his hands on. It's lowly and desperate and so unbefitting, so uncharacteristic of him—but in this moment, he can hardly find it within himself to care.

The hot sun beams down on you both and it causes your head to grow all hot and fuzzy—Kaiser's natural warm body heat is not helping either. You're feeling so much all at once that your hands unconsciously place themselves on his bare chest in a small attempt to create a sliver of distance between you two.

It does not work. Your torso leaves no room or gap as you're sunken into his arms—it makes him groan into your mouth and god, you almost feel sick to your stomach when you realise your first thought after hearing it is that you really want him to do it again.

You're not underwater anymore, but you might as well be. Every sense is muffled—the children screaming, the cool, glittery water that surrounds your bodies, even the blackness that clouds your closed-lidded vision—all you can feel is him, his tongue in your mouth and his hands running all over the smoothness of your skin.

Suddenly, you feel your lungs aching, and you realise you need air. You try to pull away—but his face follows yours like he's a mindless dog, and you could've laughed at it if you had not been so stripped of oxygen. You need air and yet he's kissing you like you are his air—it's a fact that makes your cheeks flush red hot.

The only option you can think of is the next action you take—you squeeze your hand out of where he presses your chests impossibly close and entangle them within his damp, blonde locks—tugging backwards and forcing him to leave the slightest amount of space between your mouths, so you can gasp for air.

Your hand tugging at Kaiser's long hair, hard, and you hotly panting into his mouth—he'd rather be caught dead than admit this aloud, but it doesn't feel half bad.

Your eyes crack open slightly, and you have to choke down a laugh when staring at his expression. His face is flushed bright red—compared to his usual pale complexion—and his squinted cerulean eyes are clouded with unmistakable desirable passionate lust.

"Scheiße, hübsches Mädchen." He curses lowly, chest rising and falling erratically as he pulls you in even closer—if that were possible. You can feel every ridge and bump of his hard torso against you and the smirk that pulls across his lips makes your heart pound. "You make my heart race."

When your breathing starts to even, he closes the gap between you both once more, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down—you whine into him and he kisses you softly as some sort of minor apology—you'd never hear the word sorry come out of his lips, after all. His hand dips down to trace up and down your spine, while the other rests below your ass.

He slides his lips away from yours, down your neck and he rests his face in the crook between your neck and shoulders—pressing languid, open-mouthed kisses against the salty skin. His hair falls over his shoulder and trickles into the water like molten honey—it flutters around in the sea and he looks stupidly gorgeous like this.

Now that he's not blocking your vision nor taking over each of your senses, you can see now see the distant figures of your friends all playing together in the sea, including that of Isagi. He's talking together with the others and having fun while you're over here, making out with one of his most hated rivals.

Still, you can't find it within yourself to give it a second thought when his teeth sink into your neck, and his hands tighten around your upper thighs. He lifts his head after you whimper a little and push him back—he follows where your eyes lead and you're sure he also happens to see the head of your dear friend.

The smile that curls across his lips is nothing short of dangerous. "Oh, is that Yoichi? Are you worried about him seeing us?" You do not give him a verbal answer, but the way you look down and the way your lips tremble gives him everything he needs. "How cute. No worries."

He lifts his face and all you can see is him. His hair falls over his shoulder and his bangs tickle your cheek once more. His touch is undeniably soft despite the carnal look he sports in his sharp, angled eyes. "Why don't we give him a show, hübsches Mädchen?"

He whispers so delicately—you do not have the mind to shake your head no, nor do you protest when he slips his tongue between your obediently open lips once more, hands tucked around your hips.

Your heart will not stop pounding. Kaiser smiles at the fact that he is doing this to you. He smiles at the fact you are like mindless putty in his hands, and he smiles at the fact that he can feel bright blue eyes staring holes into him—there's nothing wrong with showing off, right?

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