#Rin is my second favorite character

[m3ab]

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[kxsagi]

i have a request (i never know know to begin one) so you know that one tiktok trend where you have two parents and their child. And one if the parents gets one cookie and the child two and the other parent non to see if she child can share imagine that with the blue lock character and their kids (you can write whoever you want) and its always so cute and funny one even started to cry for theirbparent, one took the cookie.of their dad and gave it to the mom and my fav the child straight up gave it to the parent without question

“𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞”

a/n: miss cath pls never stop slaying with your ideas ❤️

alternated between son, daughter, and unnamed kid

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

you and isagi set up the test all excited, hyping up your toddler like, “he’s gonna share, he’s the sweetest!” 

you hand out the cookies – two for baby, one for you, and nothing for isagi. 

your son blinks at the cookies, blinks at isagi, and then immediately places one of his cookies into isagi’s hand without a second thought. like zero hesitation. it’s instinct. 

isagi’s entire soul leaves his body. 

he’s tearing up. you’re tearing up. even the baby is grinning all proud. 

“yoichi, are you crying?” 

“n-no, i mean yes, look at our kid! he’s already a team player!!!” 

he talks about it for weeks. won’t stop showing everyone the video. 

itoshi rin

you had to beg rin to do the trend bc he doesn’t see the point. 

“she’s obviously gonna pick you. you’re her favorite.” (he says it so flatly too.) 

but he finally agrees. 

you hand out the cookies, rin sits there quietly with his empty plate. 

your kid... stares. she stares so hard at rin. 

lips quivering, eyes watering. 

and then she starts sobbing 😭 

full-blown meltdown. 

“no cookie for dada???” she sobs. 

rin freezes. doesn’t know what to do. ends up just picking the kid up and cradling her like, “it’s okay. i don’t need a cookie. don’t cry. please.” 

you’re dying laughing while filming it. 

rin’s just muttering to the baby like, “you’re too sensitive... you get that from your mom.” 

nagi seishiro

honestly, nagi didn’t even realize what was happening. 

you gave him an empty plate and he just sat there like “oh. guess i’m last.” 

meanwhile your kid is eyeing both cookies in front of her like it’s the biggest decision of her life. 

she picks up both cookies. 

and you’re thinking like awww is she gonna share? 

NOPE. 

she gives both cookies to you. 

nagi: 😐 

you: 😭 

baby: 🥰✨ 

nagi just shrugs and lays down with his head in your lap like, “that’s fine. you’re gonna share with me anyway, right?” 

(and you do. bc he looks too cute and pathetic.) 

mikage reo

reo is SO cocky before you even start. 

“our kid loves me too much to leave me with nothing. you’ll see.” 

you’re like okay big shot let’s find out. 

you hand out the cookies and reo instantly starts pouting dramatically. 

your kid is just chilling. happily munching his cookie. not even looking at reo. 

reo fake whines, “what about daddy? daddy’s hungry tooooo~” 

your toddler LAUNCHES a cookie at him like it’s a grenade. 

(he meant to share. he just has zero hand-eye coordination lol.) 

reo catches it mid-air and gasps like he just got proposed to. 

acts like he won an oscar. 

“i’d like to thank my beautiful child for believing in me...” 

you’re laughing so hard you’re snorting. 

chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s super chill about it, just giving you a soft smile when he sees you have a cookie and he doesn’t. 

your kid IMMEDIATELY notices tho. 

like she didn’t even take a bite yet – she sees dad’s empty plate and her little eyebrows furrow all concerned. 

then she hands over a cookie to chigiri with this very solemn, serious face. like it’s a ceremony. 

chigiri plays along, accepts it with both hands like she gave him sacred treasure. 

bows his head a little like he’s receiving a medal. 

you’re sitting there like why are they both so dramatic LMAO. 

cutest thing ever though. you post the video and it goes viral. 

karasu tabito

karasu would try to cheat at first. 

tries to sneak a sad face at the kid to guilt-trip them. 

your kid sees through it IMMEDIATELY. 

literally points at him and goes, “faker.” 😭 

karasu gasps so loud, clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. 

“baby girl, how could you betray me like this?” 

ends up stealing one of the cookies off your plate and running away like a gremlin. 

your toddler thinks it’s hilarious and chases after him. 

the video is just pure chaos. 

bachira meguru

oh this one’s instant. 

bachira pouts exaggeratedly, making big sad eyes. 

your kid just grins all mischievous and feeds him the cookie. 

like literally sticks it into his mouth with his chubby little hands. 

bachira starts laughing mid-bite, which makes your toddler giggle uncontrollably, which makes you laugh too. 

it’s just a big spiral of giggles and crumbs everywhere. 

the purest, happiest family vibes. 

kaiser michael

“what do you mean i don’t get a cookie? i’m the man of the family.” 

very offended before you even start. 

you roll your eyes and hand out the plates. 

your kid, chaotic little gremlin, takes all the cookies. 

and gives both to you. 

kaiser looks so betrayed. 

he’s like “how dare you choose her over me??? i thought we had something special???” 

meanwhile your kid is giggling like “mommy’s the best!” and clinging to your leg. 

kaiser acts all hurt and sulky for five minutes until you shove a cookie in his mouth and give him a kiss. 

then he’s fine again lol. 

shidou ryusei

shidou immediately makes a huge scene when he doesn’t get a cookie. 

“hey! what is this injustice?!” 

your kid’s like 😐 and just stares at him. 

shidou tries to work his charm, all “come on, buddy. daddy’s hungry tooooo~” 

he literally hands over both cookies at the same time and walks off like, “there, done.” 

shidou’s left standing there stunned. 

“wait... what? that’s it? no big speech, no big drama? nothing?” 

you’re dying, while your son just shrugs and starts playing with his toys, clearly satisfied with his cookie diplomacy. 

shidou still insists on making it dramatic though, waving his cookie around like a trophy and making “victory” noises. 

“i may have gotten no cookies, but i’m still the king of this house!” 

your kid rolls his eyes. 

itoshi sae

sae... is too smooth for this. he’s lowkey a little smug about the whole thing. 

“you’re really going to give me nothing? i’m offended, darling.” 

you hand out the cookies, and your kid looks at the cookies... then looks at you, then at sae, and just gives you one of her cookies without question. 

sae’s left there with no cookie. 

he’s watching it all happen, like in slow motion. 

you’re trying so hard not to laugh while sae just... blinks. 

“... i see. so this is how it is.” 

your kid grins proudly, as if she solved some big mystery. 

sae stares at you with a look like, i’m not even mad. i’m just disappointed. 

“well, at least i know who the real favorite is.” 

you’re like, babe, you’re still the most handsome, you know that right? 

he just grumbles, looking away. 

you’re dying and your kid is straight-up chilling in the background. 

ness alexis

ness is not okay with not getting a cookie. 

he pretends to be all chill, but you can see the twitch in his eye as he watches your kid get two cookies and you get one. 

the kid doesn’t even hesitate. 

she just looks at you, then hands both cookies over to you. 

ness looks like he’s been betrayed. 

“this… this is unacceptable.” 

he dramatically holds his hand out like please, just one. 

your kid just shrugs and plops back down to continue playing. 

“you’re not gonna share?” ness asks in the most dramatic voice possible. 

she looks at him, then looks at you, and just turns back to playing with her toys like she's already moved on. 

ness? absolutely dying on the inside. 

he keeps glancing at the cookies like he’s waiting for a miracle. 

finally, he sighs and snatches one of your cookies, slumping dramatically on the couch like, “fine, i’ll settle for this one.” 

your kid gives him the most unimpressed look. 

“that’s not a cookie for you. that’s a cookie for mom.” 

ness: 😭 “you’re not wrong...” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[txrully]

I'M SO STUPID IN LOVE!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary lovey-dovey things they'd do for you!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness .

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning lowercase intended

·˚ ༘ ꒱ song inspo stupid in love - max ( ft. huh yunjin of lsrfm )

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

you know how isagi’s brain is basically soccer, soccer, soccer? well, this man rewires his ENTIRE system for you. suddenly, every time he scores a goal, he dedicates it to you. like, mid-celebration he’s shouting your name in front of thousands of people. embarrassing? a lil. cute? definitely.

he’s also the type to leave you notes everywhere. you’ll open your locker, and boom: "i hope your day is as perfect as your smile. also, pls drink water. - yoichi 🩵"

or you’ll find random sticky notes around the house with stuff like: "you're cuter than my dog. and that’s saying a lot." ( i hc he's a dog person, fight me 🫠 )

"yoichi, did you seriously compare me to your dog again?"

"is that bad?? you’re both my top priorities!"

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira is a walking ball of chaos, and it only gets worse when he’s in love. he makes you weird handmade crafts—like a necklace with your initials carved into a random rock he found because “the vibes were immaculate.”

he’s also the king of grand gestures. once, he showed up outside your window in the middle of the night blasting your favorite song from a boombox. and no, he didn’t think it through—he got yelled at by your neighbors, but he swears it was worth it.

"meguru, why is there a rock with my name on it?"

"because i love you. duh."

"…you couldn’t just buy a necklace??"

"where’s the FUN in that?? D:< "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

soft tsundere energy incoming. rin doesn’t say much, but when he’s in love, he SHOWS it. like, he’ll memorize your coffee order, your favorite book, and the exact way you like your hoodie sleeves rolled up. you swear he’s psychic, but he’s just that attentive.

he also sends you texts at random times:

"don’t forget your umbrella. it’s going to rain."

"i noticed you like this song. added it to my playlist."

you’re 99% sure his search history is “how to take care of someone without being obvious.”

"rin, did you... did you learn how to make my favorite food?"

"shut up and eat it."

"you’re so sweet it’s disgusting."

"i said shut up."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi’s love language? pure, lazy dedication. he may not seem like the romantic type, but trust me—he will move mountains for you... as long as it doesn’t require getting up too much.

once, he spent HOURS figuring out how to build you a playlist of all your favorite songs, complete with a cover photo of you two. he even labeled it: "for my player 2 🕹️"

"sei, this playlist is amazing!"

"mm, yeah, it was exhausting. now can we nap?"

"you literally just sat there and clicked buttons."

"exactly. so tiring.."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo goes all out for you—no budget, no limits, no second thoughts. one time, you mentioned how pretty cherry blossoms are, and the next thing you know, he’s flying you to a festival in japan. casually might i add.

but the sweetest part? he remembers the little things. your favorite snack? stocked in his pantry. your favorite flower? delivered to your doorstep every friday. he spoils you rotten but somehow makes it feel like the most natural thing in the world.

"reo, this is too much—"

"no, it’s not. nothing’s too much for you."

"you’re literally insane."

"only for you, babe."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is the definition of 💌romantic aesthetic💌. he writes you poetry and leaves it in random places, like your bag or your coat pocket. sometimes, you don’t even notice until hours later.

he also takes you on dreamy dates—picnics in scenic fields, long bike rides at sunset, and slow dances in your living room when it’s raining outside. everything he does feels like it’s straight out of a romance movie.

"hyoma, did you just quote a shakespeare sonnet to me?"

"maybe."

"oh my god, you’re so dramatic."

"and yet you’re still here."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is the sweetest, softest boy in love. he keeps a journal where he writes down all the little things you do that make him happy. once, you caught him scribbling, and he turned BRIGHT red.

he’s also the king of quiet acts of service. your phone’s always fully charged, your favorite snacks magically appear in your bag, and you never have to ask for help because he’s already two steps ahead.

"yo, were you writing about me again?"

"no... maybe. okay, yes."

"you’re adorable."

"please don’t look."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

oh boy. shidou is CHAOTIC in love. this man would probably fight a wild animal to impress you. he’s all about making you laugh, even if it means doing the dumbest stunts imaginable.

one time, he literally climbed a tree to get you a flower. it wasn’t even a nice flower. but hey, it’s the thought that counts.

"ryu, you’re bleeding. what did you do??"

"got you this flower. cool, huh?"

"you FELL OUT OF A TREE FOR THIS??"

"worth it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae is the definition of quiet but deadly romantic. he doesn’t show his feelings often, but when he does? damn. like, he’ll casually fly in from another country just to spend the weekend with you because “it’s no big deal.”

he also sends you fancy gifts out of nowhere. but if you call him out, he’ll play it cool like it’s nothing.

"sae, did you just buy me an entire designer collection?"

"it’s just clothes."

"just clothes?? this cost more than my rent!"

"and you look better than rent."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser loves showing off, especially when it comes to you. he’ll buy out a billboard just to plaster your picture on it with the words "the love of my life 🩵."

but he’s also surprisingly sweet. like, he’ll carry your bag, fix your hair when it’s windy, or randomly pull you into a dance in the middle of the street just because he can.

"michael, did you seriously put my face on a billboard??"

"obviously. everyone needs to know you’re mine."

"you’re ridiculous."

"ridiculously in love with you, yes."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness is a total softie. he writes you little love letters and leaves them in your mailbox, signed with his initials like he’s a secret admirer. you obviously know it’s him, but you let him think he’s being sneaky.

he’s also BIG on cuddles. whenever he sees you, it’s like he can’t function until he gets a hug.

"ness, you know i know it’s you, right?"

"…you’re supposed to pretend you don’t!"

"why?"

"because it’s romantic!"

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

so i just found out about the isagi isolation/dehumanization theory, and as his #1 defender and as bllk’s #1 theorist, im not feeling too good rn.

to start, when isagi declares that he will lead the u20 japan team to victory, he doesn’t use the term “i will”, he just says “isagi yoichi will”, addressing himself by name and in the third person. from this, we can deduce an important thing: he views himself as a character. he sees himself as a part of the story that he is the narrator of. this alone says enough about his dehumanization of himself, but there’s more.

in the exact panel that he states he will lead japan to victory in chapter 303, many have pointed out that compared to his previous statement in chapter 148, his eyes are much emptier. though many have defended this accusation saying that the art style changed, i have to oppose. we’ve seen from the nagireo 2nd edition breakup chapters (299-302) that nomura can still draw detailed eyes extremely well, and there’s no way nomura wouldn’t pick up the pen for isagi considering that isagi’s the main character, unless the “bad” art is intentional.

i’d also like to point out that we haven’t seen isagi smile in the past few chapters. we can justify the nagireo centric chapters that isagi barely had any screen time in those chapters. but in chapter 301 and 303, where isagi is heavily involved, he just has a blank face. in every single chill blue lock chapter we’ve had in the manga, isagi always either has a smile or an emotional expression. but he’s not smiling. in chapter 301, when thousands of fans are chanting his name and he does a fist pump, he doesn’t smile.

i also want to make the acknowledgment that blue lock has seemingly tried to emphasize the parallels between isagi and kaiser. kaiser is a character who never believed that he was human due to the abuse that he father had inflicted upon him as a child, and kaiser always believed that he was shit and that he was a loser species of human. meanwhile, isagi grew up in a kind and loving household. but in recent chapters, isagi has almost begun to view himself as an inhuman being while ness is making an effort to heal kaiser from his trauma. while isagi is “evolving” and going to a level of human to a higher being, kaiser is going from a piece of shit to human.

and one last thing. in chapter 303, ego calls himself “the god of the [blue lock] project”. we all know isagi and ego’s parallels, and i hope we all know that a god is a deity or higher divine being. one that isn’t human. take that evidence as you will.

so i 100% agree with this theory. im gonna be real here: this theory genuinely just made isagi my favorite character. rin is now a close second.

[slutsenpai]

凪誠士郎 ⊹˚˖୧ on camera !! ◞♡ nagi seshirō

⟢ wc. 3k ⟢ content. afab!reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex on camera, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, characters are in their 20s

nagi fucks u on video call with his teammates feat. mikage reo, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru & itoshi rin

it started as something that nagi and you would only do for reo. reo is so incredibly down bad for his best friend, and he’s almost just as bad with you — nagi’s gorgeous, sweet, lovable little girlfriend. he would absolutely fuck both of you, one at a time, or together.

but reo could not keep a secret, and it didn’t take long for some of his other teammates to ask if they could join. sure, it was kind of awkward, but you and nagi were so hot that it was worth it. and tonight was your biggest audience yet — reo, yoichi, meguru, and rin. there was a cost for attending, though: they had to have their cameras on, whether they were touching themselves or not.

“thanks for coming, you fucking perverts, you know I love showing her off,” nagi says, a cocky grin spread across his handsome face. you loved his features; he was so beautiful, tall, and so much stronger than you. all of his lean muscle drove you insane.

“yeah? you’re sure we’re the perverts, nagi?” meguru teased. the striker was already naked, curled up in some blankets on his bed.

“I’m a fuckin pervert, alright, but at least I have a girl. the sweetest, prettiest angel girl.” nagi says, pulling you into a soft kiss and licking into your mouth, his large hand on your jaw. you relax into him. he was always such a good kisser, his kisses distracted you from everything around you. you were sitting on his lap in his desk chair, your back to his chest. you still had a tiny pajama set on; a thin top and shorts, just to tease the other boys.

nagi releases your face and runs both of his hands down your chest, pinching at your hardened nipples over your shirt. you gasp into his mouth, your hips grinding down into him. you feel little pinpricks all over your skin, electricity goes straight to your cunt as your panties start to dampen with slick. “fuck, sei,” you whisper, moving back in to kiss him, tangling one of your hands in his thick, snowy hair.

he sighs happily, his dominant hand trailing to the tie on the front of your shorts. he plays with it for just a second before untying it, all of the boys watch intently, blushes covering their faces.

“tongue." nagi commands, and you obediently open your pretty mouth for him. he gently puts three of his fingers in your mouth, your pouty lips hug around them and suck softly. you feel his dick twitch underneath you. he always loved when you sucked his fingers or his cock.

“yeah, just like that, princess." he praises, rubbing his other hand on your stomach. "now spit.”

you do as he says, spitting a slick mess onto his fingers, he kisses your forehead as a reward.

"you love my fingers in your cute little pussy, don't you?"

"mhm, sei, s'my second favorite."

"good girl, good fucking girl." he's loving on you so much that you could cry, he punctuates his praises by rubbing your clit, making a sticky mess in your panties that his teammates are fucking dying to see at this point. bachira and mikage have started pleasuring themselves; bachira is hiding under his blanket but you can clearly see his hand moving up and down, but mikage proudly has his big, pretty dick out, touching himself and whimpering so sweetly.

isagi had joined your calls before but he hadn't shown anything below his waist yet, and this was itoshi's first night. nagi and mikage were shocked when itoshi asked, but he's hot so you two were absolutely down. you eye the other boys, noticing how anxious rin looked, he's laying on his bed, his hand on his abdomen and playing with his waistband like he's trying to decide if he should touch himself or not.

nagi finally shoves two of his fingers in your cunt and you yelp, but the sound quickly turns into a moan. "like what you see, baby? can't have you gettin' distracted on me." nagi says and you nod eagerly. "your friends are so pretty, we're so lucky."

"yeah? I know, baby, I know." nagi is looking at you with the biggest hearts in his eyes. you really were a perfect angel to him, no matter how sexually perverted you could be.

you look back over to nagi's screen where you can see his friends watching, and rin's eyes are heavy on you. his pretty, long lashes are visible even from this distance, jade hues dark with lust. you see his chest rising and falling, and he notices that your attention is away from nagi; he feels as if you're looking right at him.

"take those fucking shorts off." rin demands, suddenly feeling needy and insecure. nagi raises a brow.

“rin, you look gorgeous like that, baby, come closer, please.” you say, and rin's mouth drops open and he swallows, hard. he wants you to do as he says so he complies, moving to the end of his bed so you can see his pretty face better.

"you gonna touch yourself, baby? or is there something we're doing wrong?"

"n-no, you're fucking perfect, I just need to see your cute pussy, s'driving me insane." he says shakily, his breathing quick and uneven.

"be good, then." nagi says and you agree, saying "yeah, rin-kun, be a good boy for us." rin bites back a moan. he loves your voice.

nagi slips your shorts and panties off and rin fucking moans out loud this time; he had never seen a pussy so pretty or a couple as hot as you two. "now you gotta be nice, sharing my girl with you like this," nagi pouts, his fingers still stuffed deep in your cunt. he starts fucking you again, kissing along your neck, squeezing your breasts and pulling your shirt up over them for everyone to see.

“baby girl, can you look at me, please?” you hear yoichi’s voice and it catches you off guard, but you still divert your sleepy gaze to him.

"yoichi-kun, you look so pretty. we wanna see more of you, too."

"someone's fuckin greedy tonight." nagi whispers against your neck, but his friends still hear it. you nod again, nuzzling your face against nagi's shoulder while he keeps you full. he's fucking you on his fingers with more purpose now, he knows he has to make you cum at least once before he can fuck you, he's just too big and won't be able to fit before then.

he’s pumping in and back out, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot as best he can. he finally finds it, feeling you shiver against him and he smiles, angling his wrist to get even deeper.

“oh, fuck, seishiro, feels so fucking good,”

“yeah? I know, baby, gotta get you off on my fingers first or my cock won’t fit, huh? you’re just too little for me, pretty pussy is so fucking tight.”

you’re nodding stupidly, trying to squeeze your thighs shut but nagi catches you with his other hand. “nuh-uh, don’t be rude to our friends, yeah? gotta let them see every inch of you. look, even isagi is giving us a pretty view.”

you’re pouting, looking into his hazy gray eyes before peeking at yoichi. you were so in love with nagi, and you would do anything he said.

and he was right, you could only see about half of isagi’s dick in the frame but it was gorgeous; thick with a pretty pink tip. he had slicked up his entire length in spit, his head lolled to the side but still watching you intently as he tried to maintain his composure. he was breathing hard, his other hand resting around his neck, lightly squeezing.

“fuck, yoichi, that’s so hot.”

“I— th-thank you, honey, I love when you praise me.” he pants, moving his hand from his neck and he’s double fisting his cock; it was big enough that he could stroke it with both of his large hands, and that sight fucked up your slutty mind even more.

honestly, seeing yoichi like that was enough to push you over the edge. nagi felt you tighten around him and he smirks, running his tongue up your neck and kissing along your jaw.

“yeah, you like that, pretty girl? she’s squeezin on my fingers like crazy, isagi.” nagi continues kissing you, fucking you on his hand. your toes curl up and your back arches, panting lightly and threading both of your hands through his hair.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry, and nagi is rubbing your sweet spot practically raw, the little patch of nerves nearly shot as you finally cum all over his hand. “fuck, baby, that felt so good, didn’t it?” nagi soothes, still softly finger fucking you down from your high.

“so good, seishiro, you’re so good to me.” you move so you can kiss him, desperate to taste him in the wake of your high. you feel him slip his sweatpants and boxer briefs down enough for his cock to spring free. he was rock hard, sighing in relief at the feeling, immediately going to rub his tip on your sensitive folds. you whimper and cry at the stimulation, but you still let him do as he pleases. you claw at his pants to pull them down further so you can comfortably sit on his big, muscular thighs.

“too eager, baby, just give me a second.” he whispers, rubbing your inner thighs to comfort you.

“I just need u, sei.”

he softly shushes you, kissing your cheek, still rubbing his dick through your pussy lips, tapping his tip on your clit every couple of strokes. his cock was definitely enough to make his teammates jealous, even compared to reo. nagi sighs again, letting your soaked pussy completely slick his shaft up and down. he was so big and thick that you always needed a lot of prep, and he was always patient enough to take his time with you.

“that’s it, give it to me, just like that,” nagi sighs, and you nearly cum again just from the way he’s rubbing your clit and talking to you, and the entire situation makes you so fucking horny. nagi feels you get even wetter and he slips himself in right before you can cum, you knit your brows and pout at the loss, but that’s quickly swept away now that you have to focus on taking his massive dick.

it always feels like he’s splitting you open no matter how slow and gentle he takes it. every guy in that call would give anything to be nagi right now, or at least in bed with you two. you’re whining and crying, praising nagi about how good he feels and how big he is. the praise is going straight to rin’s head, imaging your sweet voice is saying that to him instead.

rin finally, finally touches his aching, hard cock, and he whines so loudly at the feeling that he has to cover his mouth with his arm and bite down.

“that’s it, good boy, rin,” you compliment him and he could’ve came from that alone.

“thank you, pretty girl, you’re so sweet to me.” rin sighs, and he’s less shy than any of the other boys now because he wants to impress you, make you want him. he strokes himself in long motions from where his balls rest, all the way up to the angry tip, spitting on his palm for good measure.

“hey, eyes on me. I know you need to focus hard on this or it won’t fit, yeah?” nagi grabs your jaw and steals your attention back. you nod and kiss him, making rin tsk and look away.

nagi’s not even halfway yet and your little pussy was struggling. you were plenty wet, but you were starting to get a bit distracted by all of the stimulation, mostly nagi but also the four men that were watching you, in various states of their own pleasure.

“mmmm, nagi, s’too big,” you whine, and he holds you closer.

“I know, honey, you’re doing so well.”

his hands are on your hips, but he moves one to your waist, his middle and ring fingers rubbing the sweetest little circles on your clit. this helps you relax, and you finally bottom out on him with a content sigh.

“squeezin’ me so fucking tight, pretty girl. feels good, yeah?”

you’re nodding, and you want to tell him that you love him, but you decide against it because you didn’t want to get too sappy in front of his teammates. nagi is bouncing you up and down on him effortlessly, like you weigh nothing, and you can’t really keep up so you let him do all of the work.

he always feels so good, completely filling you up but the stretch feels so nice because of how wet he makes you. you can literally see a bulge where his massive dick is inside of you, and it’s driving you and his teammates insane. your walls are sucking him in and he’s trying to stay composed but he knows that he won’t last much longer, seeing you cry like that because of how good he’s fucking you.

“yeah, angel? u gonna cum all over my fat cock?”

“I wanna, nagi, I wanna,”

“c’mon, you’re doing so well, you can cum f’me again.”

his words go straight to your cunt and make your thoughts even blurrier. he’s manhandling you like crazy, skin slapping against skin as he fucks you fervently, and most of the boys in the call are close to their own release.

“nagi!” you cry, digging your nails into his thighs hard enough to draw blood. “that’s it, that’s it.” he tells you, his fingertips finding your clit again and you can’t hold out any longer, you close your eyes before they roll back and your legs are shaking as he fucks you senseless through your orgasm.

“so good, so good, sei.” you whimper, trying to steady your breathing but you can’t, he’s close but not quite there until he looks at the screen and sees the state that reo is in.

reo looks gorgeous, completely fucked out, his lilac eyes glistening as he bites down on his bottom lip. he finishes, cumming all over his chest in milky, shimmery ropes, head back as his mouth drops open and he tries to calm his breathing. he’s shuddering, whining, slumping into his bed. he looks so fucking good covered in cum, and it sends nagi over the edge.

nagi fills your womb to the brim, you can feel each individual rope as he pumps you full. he’s still thrusting lightly, shivering as he overstimulates both of you, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he hugs you close.

he keeps you seated on him and he’s so deep that it feels like he’s in your stomach, but you love the feeling. sticky, messy cum is dripping out of your pussy all around his thick length, keeping you stuffed full. he’s kissing your neck, running his tongue along your shoulder.

“good fucking girl, I know you love my cum, my cute little slut.” he whispers, still loudly enough for his friends to hear. “all fucking mine, yeah? even with these fuckers watching, you just love showing what I do to you, don’t you?”

“yes, sei, feels even better with them here, I’m sure you make them all jealous,”

nagi laughs. “I don’t know, I might be considering sharing ya if you keep acting like a fucking brat.”

you kiss him, all lust and spit, before turning your gaze to isagi, mikage, bachira, and itoshi. they’re all panting lightly, in various states of blushing. rin is bright red, all the way up to his ears. he can’t believe he just got off to that, but, fuck, did it feel good.

nagi says goodnight and puts up a peace sign before turning off his camera and disconnecting from the call. nagi might think that literally everything else in this world is a hassle, but he always loves to make you feel good.◞♡

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notes. I need to write for itoshi sae, he is so fucking hot. anyway, hope you enjoyed !! likes, reblogs & comments much appreciated!◞♡ do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my writing anywhere for any reason.

[vxnuslogy]

— lost to time ft. sae itoshi

— warnings: angst, character death, slight ooc?

— author's note: a reupload of my favorite work on sae while i finish editing the next 2 chapters of my hazbin series. enjoy!

— first recording

“hi sae! i heard from rin that you’ll be leaving for spain. i’m really sorry i couldn’t come to see you off, i’ve been busy studying, you know, for exams and stuff. but that’s beside the point! i wish you all the best sae! do your best and when you come back home, you better be the world’s best striker yeah? don’t worry, everything will pass by quickly so don’t miss me too much ok?”

sae hated planes. he hated them quite a lot. in was a constant reminder of that time when he was only 14, leaving home to go to spain to live out his dreams only for it to be crushed 4 years later. sae hated the airport, it was always so busy and so stuffy and so cramped. he hated the feeling of being surrounded by unfamiliar strangers, hated the feeling of people brushing up against him even if they didn’t really mean it. sae hated winter. it was the season he severed his bond with his precious little brother after all. it was the season he turned his back on him and it was the season he had wished to never relive again.

-

— second recording

“hey hey guess who’s sending you another voice message? it’s me obviously, why didn’t you tell me you were back already?! if you did i would’ve picked you up from the airport!

……

is something the matter sae? you haven’t picked up any of your parents’ calls and their really worried about you. you can always talk to me remember? i’ll always be here to listen, ok? don’t bottle everything up, it’ll do more bad than good. well, i have to go now. talk with your parents every once in a while will you? ever since you left for spain you’ve pretty much cut off all contact, even with me. that’s all, good night sae.”

sae didn’t really like flowers. he thought they were a hassle. plants that require specific needs and if not met, they’ll wilt. sae was never fond of them but here he was, standing in front of the counter of a local flower shop as the elderly shopkeeper wrapped a bouquet – filled with carnations, gardenias, lilies, roses, and chrysanthemums. 

everything passes.

— college; third recordings

“i got into my dream college sae! can you believe that! honestly, i was really nervous when i took the entrance exams, but thankfully i studied real hard and managed to pass! i’ll be moving into the dorms soon. i’m gonna miss home. oh and rin! i heard he got into a soccer program recently, isn’t that nice! he’s following your footsteps in becoming the best striker in the world. i know, i know, you aren’t a striker anymore but it’s still nice to know that you’re still into soccer at least. by the way, when will you come back home? i kind of miss you, you know. i never got to see you off and when you did come back i was out of town and really busy. what about we plan a meetup or something in the near future? you know, make up for the times we lost? oh, i have to go now! my parents are helping me move in to my dorm. catch you later sae!”

sae didn’t really like coming home. the house he grew up in for the first 14 years of his life felt too foreign to be called home anymore. his parents felt like distant strangers that he just met a couple weeks ago – they felt more like acquaintances than his mother and father. the photos framed around his home felt like ancient relics from thousands of years ago, he didn’t recognize them. sae didn’t recognize himself. 

maybe he spent too much time in spain to the point where it felt more like home. how ironic, he began to realize. he had flown back to japan to escape from his hell that was spain but here he was, in his home, in the bedroom he used to sleep in for endless nights, wanting to go back to the place that left his heart hollow.

“there’s nothing else i could do.” he tried to convince himself as he sat down on his childhood bed, the bouquet of flowers at his side. he could only sigh and let himself fall back into the bed of his long gone home. “everything passes.”

“hey hey hey it’s me again! how have you been sae? i’d like to think that i’ve adjusted pretty well in college. made a few new friends and met some old ones. honestly, i almost didn’t recognize them! i mean, do you remember makoto from middle school. he was a such a problem child back then and now look at him! he’s a scholar now! i guess everyone just starts to become more mature after hitting 18, who knows. thank you again, for the gift. i was definitely shocked when my roommate told me i had a package from you. i can’t believe you still remember that i wanted ‘no longer human’! thank you, i’ll be sure to treasure it. well, that’s all for today. call you some other time sae!”

everything passes.

-

— drunk recordings; the words i wish i could’ve told you sooner

“how do you work this again? ah got it! hehe, hi again sae! i’m at a party right now, man maybe you were right, i do have shit alcohol tolerance. but it’s fine. don’t worry, i’m already on my way home and the driver isn’t some creepy dude that might kill me.

……

you know, i like you very much but i don’t think you’ll believe me. i know i jokingly said that we should marry each other if we aren’t dating someone if we hit our 30s, but i kinda wanna marry you even if we aren’t 30 yet. is that weird? i really miss you. please come home.”

……

“hello? god that was so embarrassing… sorry, could you just forget about what i said in the last recording? um just, gosh i don’t even know. denying it won’t really help right haha… it’s in the past now so don’t mull over too much ok? please, just disregard that last recording. i’m really sorry, it was just me being drunk.”

sae did not in fact disregard that recording. in fact, sometimes in the dead of night he’d think about it and wonder, if he had replied to that specific recording would things have ended differently? 

sae didn’t like deep and evoking questions about ‘what if’s’, he finds them annoying most of the time. and yet here he was now entertaining the idea. bouquet in hand as he casually walked around the neighborhood that the both of you had grew up in. the same twists and turns, same houses, same playground, same everything.

yet the silence was too loud, even for him.

everything passes.

-

— graduation recordings

“well, i think it’s safe to say i survived. i graduated sae, are you proud? man i still can’t believe i was a few point from getting the valedictorian spot but oh well. alls well that ends well i suppose. i heard you won your recent match congratulations mr best midfielder! kinda wish i was there to see it, but don’t worry! in your next match i’ll definitely save up enough money and buy those tickets to spain and your match one day! just you wait, i’ll be the screaming my lungs out and support you, i’m still your number one fan after all!”

sae had some feelings of dissatisfaction when you did not in fact get those tickets to spain and his match. maybe it was his wishful thinking but he really did wish you were there. but he knew it was impossible. 

he remembered the feeling of anger and frustration running through his veins, cursing the heavens above because he felt the need to show the gods his emotions. sae hated thinking about you in that moment. he hated how he felt like he was in a new version of hell whenever you just happened to cross his mind. sae hated you very much.

everything passes.

-

— recordings from 2 years ago

“i’m sorry. i know you should’ve heard it from me but i guess my family beat me to it haha. to be perfectly honest with you sae, i had no plans of telling you. i’m sorry. its just, the thought of breaking the news to you. how could i ever do that to you? i’m sorry. god i’m so sorry sae.”

……

“hey. i received the gift you sent me. you didn’t have to , you know. now i kinda feel bad about having you go on break in the middle of soccer season because of me. but still, thank you. i appreciated you being here, with me. it was a refreshing feeling, talking to you again and just hanging out. work has been really stuffy and felt like i was being caged but you came. you suddenly appeared and suddenly everything was alright again. i know we only said goodbye a couple minutes ago but, i miss you already. sorry. this sounds really weird doesn’t it? anyways, thank you again for the gift. i’ll be sure to wear it everyday. that’s all, have a good night sae.”

……

“hey. sorry for calling at such an odd time. i just. i just felt a little lonely. i sound so stupid i’m sorry. good night sae.”

……

“makoto dropped by today. god he was as annoying as ever but he really cheered me up. he managed to confess to this girl he’s pining over since sophomore year. i’m happy for him. but it really got me thinking about us. i know i told you to forget about that one recording because i was drunk but now that i look back on it, i wasn’t really honest. to you and myself. i know this may be the worst timing to confess but yeah, i like you very much. since primary school, as cliche as it may sound i think it all started when you stood up for me from those bullies. now that i think about, i practically glued myself to your side ever since that day didn’t i? i’m glad you didn’t really mind that. i remember always using homework as an excuse to always have you hang out with me even though i completely understood the lesson. man, where did i get the confidence to do that stuff? but i guess those times are lost in the sands of the past i guess. oh right, sorry, i forgot you didn’t really like those type of stuff. getting all deep and whatnot. well that’s all, i’m getting pretty tired already so i’ll head to bed. good night sae.”

everything passes.

-

— present

“hi. thank you by the way. i don’t know, i just don’t think i’ve ever said that you recently. so, thank you. its a bit funny isn’t it? i would almost always talk your ear off every recording but this time, i can’t even find the words to say. my parents came over, talked to them a bit. rin visited as well. he’s gotten a lot taller than i last saw him, he’s probably taller than you now!

……

sae, thank you. for everything. i’m glad we stayed in touch. i’m glad we stayed as friends.  thank you for making my days seem just a tad bit brighter, though sometimes i wonder what it would be like if we were, you know, dating. wonder what the difference would be. i mean we’d still talk to each other right? maybe holding hands and kisses but that’s pretty much it right? but thinking about it is useless right now. maybe in an alternate universe were actually married and adopted a cat like how we used to talk about.”

“you know, before this very moment. i accepted my fate already. i was content, i was doing fine but now. sae, i don’t want to die.”

“please remember me ok? and i’ll be sure to remember you. i’ll see you again, sae.”

“nii-chan..”

sae could only put his phone back in his pocket. his younger brother standing a good distance away from him. he could only imagine how rin looked like right now. was he pitying him, grieving with him? he’ll never know because he will never turn to look at him. not when your right in front of him.

how many times had he played all your recordings for the past 2 years? maybe a little over a 100 times? maybe close to 200 now?

sae removed all those thoughts as he placed the bouquet on the ground, the wind seemed to answer to his call – you seemed to answer to his call. despite all the pain, all the misery, all the bitter waves of grief that flooded his being whenever he played your recordings, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. he didn’t want to forget what you sounded like. your voice reminded him too much of home.

“happy birthday you idiot.” he said to you, keeping his hands in his pockets, watching the leaves of the flowers in the bouquet sway with the wind. two pieces of paper underneath it threatened to be blown away. “you said you wanted to come visit me and watch my match, well now you can.” two pieces of paper, one a plane ticket to spain the other a ticket to his upcoming match two weeks from now. “you better come watch me alright?” he could only bitterly smile. 

“you’re 30 now,” he whispered, before getting on one knee. placing a velvet box in front of your gravestone. “you should’ve waited for me, you idiot.” sae could only mutter those words to no one in particular. it was as if the world had stopped for a moment, the wind had stopped howling, the sun was nowhere to be seen. he could only see you. “i wanted to marry you too, y’know.”

sae could remember every occurrence where he would sit at his balcony in spain every night after your passing. phone to his ear, listening to all your recordings. but you’ll never know how he replies to them, every single one of them with his own. 

“i told the stars about you and what we could’ve had.” he chuckled, “you’re by far the hardest lesson i had to learn.”

standing up from his kneeling position, he gave you one last look before walking away. rin followed suit, but not before placing something at your grave. a pink book that you had loved till the very end. 

sae hated planes, but he flew back to japan every year. sae didn’t really like flowers, but every year he’d get you a pretty bouquet. sae didn’t like coming home but if it meant getting to visit you, he’d come back over and over again. sae didn’t like reading or any deep and evoking questions but he always humored you whenever you asked him.

sae hated all those things but they reminded him too much of you to let them go. 

and just like your favorite author, when osamu dazai asked to die, he simplu agreed; but just before his death, he suddenly felt obsession with life.

everything passes. just like how you’ll eventually get lost in the sands of time.

© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.

[ruruumin]

hi!! I came across you and I thought your work is really amazing!! This is my first time asking something like this haha but for everything a first :) I really love figure skating and I was wondering if you could make a oneshot or any headcannons of the reactions of blue lock characters haha (mostly rin nagi and sae)! (sorry if I made some mistakes, English is t my first language)

ice, ice, baby!

₊˚ ᗢ blue lock various x figure skater! reader.

⤷ what kind of relationships rin, sae, and nagi (separate) would be in.

itoshi rin

“if you’re going to do something, do it with your entire heart.”

rin met you when he was only ten years old. you were his next door neighbor with a feverish dream to become the best figure skater in the world. although it may have been one of the loftiest dreams anyone might hear, he believed in you the same way you did for him. and together, he will see you perform all over the country, with him in arms waiting.

so when a cold rainy day comes and the two of you were walking home together under a shared umbrella, he wanted to say something. but you beat him to it. standing in front of your door, you turned around and smiled, saying only two things: i will be leaving to russia tomorrow morning to train with a new coach. 

this first part came as a no brainer to him, of course you would leave. just as sae did a few months ago, you were beginning to flap the wings you were blessed with. however, the second part was what kept him on his toes, heart punching up to his throat: and i love you, rin.

after departing in the morning, he would stay up late to watch your performances on television. even when he had early practice, it was complete habit to see you on screen. your presence on the ice was unmatched by many of your cohorts in russia. cold and calculative, yet free flowing. like a confident stream you graced the fields with a polished play. alongside a perfectly timed quad axel, it placed you right at the top of the world.

the ultimate power couple. when you’re at the kiss and cry, you’ll say his name to the camera before blowing a kiss. meanwhile, whenever he scores a goal, he’ll raise his fist in a catching motion, bringing it up to his lips as he hides his faint smile behind his hand. your performances will always be dedicated to each other and it drives the press mad (rightfully so). 

when you return to japan, he’s the first person that you see at the airport. in only a matter of seconds, with his extremely long legs and speed, he is wrapping his arms around you tightly, inhaling your scent as he lays his head on your shoulder. 

he would immediately take you back to all your favorite places. during your time away, he had taken a multitude of pictures and sent you dozens of instagram reels of cafes. now that you were here in his arms, it made going to them all the more real (or maybe not, with you sitting in front of him, enjoying a mont blanc and latte, it feels like the perfect dream). 

sleeping in the same bed as him had never felt any better. while you knew him to be a drooler, you would have never expected him to be clingier than a koala. he is keeping you flushed against his chest the entire night. if you think about getting water, he will follow you with arms tangled with yours. 

itoshi sae

“i’ll carve my name into ice while you all watch in awe.” 

the only other person with the same amount of arrogance as him was you, a rebellious teenager he found on the streets of spain. you tried to pickpocket him on his first day in the country. instead of reporting you to the police, he asked you one simple question that changed the trajectory of your life: if you had the chance to do anything, what would it be?

some people viewed you as a lost cause in the figure skating world. having started extremely late compared to your other peers, your name was rubbish and caked in dirt. however, it never stopped sae from coming to see you after every practice, watching as you practiced your spins and salchows underneath the dim lights of the arena with a coach he’d hired. to him, you were a diamond in the rough that just needed a push.

he didn’t think much about your relationship until it was late at night. you were walking back with him to a hotel, face covered with masks to avoid intruding paparazzi. it started off with small talk, like family and friends (you learned he had a very cocky but sweet brother back in japan), but it quickly diverged into something more intimate that had the two of you walking into his room with intertwined pinkies.

when it came time to perform in the qualifying rounds, you had plunged the stadium with wails and tears. overcoming the country’s beloved skater by a wide margin, you stood above everyone, head raised high as you pointed up to the cameras, hardening your gaze as you mouthed sae’s name. you must have known he was watching from the corners of the locker room. 

the world of figure skating was going to change with you, a new generation skater that rose from nothing. 

sae feels immense pride when it comes with you. even though there were many curve balls thrown in your direction, whether it be from bad press or his persistent fanbase, the smile you hid beneath the covers reassured him that you were going to stick it out. nothing in the world could compare to the happiness you felt when you were with sae. because with him, you knew you could do anything.

dates typically consist of fancy meals or sightseeing trips. he isn’t particularly drawn to these activities himself, but what motivates him is the thought of treating you to something new. whether it be a pretty dessert from down the street that costed an arm and a leg, or seeing the stars as you walk along the beach, he’ll dedicate a huge chunk of his income to letting you see the world in its fullest.

matching photocards on the back of your phone cases. sae uses a clear one so he can flip his phone around and stare at you before every game. while some think he’s admiring your smile (as beautiful as it is), he’s actually sees you as the perfect rival to his games. although you were both in different sports, the two of you constantly pushed each other to your limits, showing the world what it means to be the very best. 

nagi seishiro

“there is no point in anything if you aren’t going to have fun.” 

he wasn’t interested in figure skating until he came across one of your performances on youtube. it was really early into middle school when he started watching you. one of the reasons why he started was because you skated to a lot of his favorite songs from video games he liked. the second reason was because you looked like you were having fun. 

unlike most figure skaters he’s seen, you made the sport look enjoyable (he thinks everyone else looks extremely constipated when they’re too focused). with a beautifully confident smile, you danced across the ice, performing triple axels and a perfect biellmann spin. you skated as if you truly loved this sport, and this was the selling point for him (maybe this is when he started to be called a certified fanboy).

when he arrived to blue lock, the first thing he wanted to win back was his phone so he could keep up with your recent uploads. even when you aren’t posting something figure skating related, your miniature q&a sessions were entertaining enough to keep him awake for the rest of the night, much to reo’s dismay (he wanted to sleep early for once).

the best thing reo had gifted him were a pair of tickets to see you perform at one of the biggest skating rinks in the country. nagi was almost shaking in his seat in excitement, eyes wider than saucers when you stepped into the arena with the prettiest outfit known to man. you blew kisses and waved to the audience, giving them your signature smile. you suddenly stopped in your tracks to deliver a long kiss in nagi’s direction, something that sent him into an early cardiac arrest.

your relationship with him blossoms after seeing him at the local convenience store. the two of you had awkwardly reached for the same cup noodle. even though you were dressed in a simple, oversized black hoodie and a mask that hid half of your face, he easily recognized you by the sound of your voice. nagi’s phone would have dropped to the ground if it wasn’t for you catching it midway. when the screen lights up with a picture of you as his wallpaper, you smile and type in your number, throwing his phone back to him as you take the cup noodle and leave.

you and him would text consistently. after every practice he would immediately rush over to his phone to see if you had left any messages. expect a lot of back and forth photos. nagi’s pictures consisting of things he saw that reminded him of you while you sent him photos of yourself at practice or a recent choreograph. 

imagine how shocked your youtube fanbase is when you show up with your 6’3 boyfriend who barely shows up on camera because hes too tall for your tripod. you’re teaching him how to ice skate and although he started as a wobbly giraffe, he easily picked up a lot of tricks. he might not be the best at doing jumps but his footwork was impeccable (you like to tease him about switching careers but he lazily replies with his face in your shoulder about how much work it’ll be). 

[eclipixels]

can I request an angst with the blue lock boys please? Imagine like their S/O is visiting their favorite places together( watching the sunset etc..) during her last moments and then eventually dying in their arms:(

Sunset Lovers

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Kenyu Yukimiya, Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser

A/N: OOH this one got a little kick to it, I was NAWT expecting to tear up while writing this

Warnings: angst, death, sad-ending

      You had been sick, ever since you were little. You knew there was something wrong with you. You don't remember much of it but your parents say how the first few years of your life was spent in the sterile white walls of hospital rooms.

      Through endless tests, surgeries and diagnoses, the doctors considered your condition fatal, giving you until your late teens to early twenties. The doctors couldn't do anything about it, an auto-immune condition that would slowly kill away at you until just one day, your heart would stop. Your parents made the choice of letting you live out the rest of your life as normal. And what was more normal for a teen than to be in love?

Yoichi Isagi

      “No—no, that’s not—there has to be a way. A treatment—something—”

      You could only shake your head. “There’s nothing, Yoichi. I’ve known this my whole life.”

      His hands trembled as they reached for yours. His voice cracked as he whispered, “That’s not fair.”

      “I know.”

      You tried to ignore the ticking clock, the looming presence of something inevitable. You laughed, you cried, you loved—all while knowing one day, it would all slip away. That’s when you decided. If your time was running out, then you’d make every second count.

      Isagi knew, of course. You had told him early on, right after he confessed, your voice trembling as you explained your fate. You expected him to walk away, to spare himself the pain of losing you. But he didn’t. He stayed, holding your shaking hands and promising, “Then I’ll make every second count.”

      And he did.

      You visited every place that meant something to you, to him, to both of you. The small ramen shop where you had your first unofficial date, where he had nervously wiped his sweaty hands on his pants before asking you if you wanted to be his. The park where you watched him practice alone for hours, his dream of being the world’s best striker shining so brightly it almost made you forget your reality. The quiet hill overlooking the city, where he once swore he’d take you to every country in the world, never knowing you’d never live long enough for it.

      And now, here you were—back where it all started.

      The soccer field where you first met him.

      Isagi held you close, his arms tightening around you as if he could physically keep you here, keep you alive. His heart pounded against your ear, and you smiled weakly.

      “Your heartbeat,” you murmured. “It’s so fast.”

      “Because I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I don’t—” His breath hitched, and you felt his tears against your hair. “I don’t know how to live without you.”

      “You will,” you whispered. “You have to.”

      He shook his head. “I don’t want to.”

      You lifted your trembling hand, brushing your fingers against his cheek, memorizing the way his skin felt beneath your touch. “You’ll be the best, Yoichi. You’ll live your dream. For me, okay?”

      He choked back a sob, pressing your hand to his lips. “I swear. I swear I will.”

      So here you were now, in the final moments of a life that felt too short yet somehow full. The two of you sat on a quiet hill, overlooking the sunset—the place where you had first told Isagi you loved him. The sky was painted in hues of gold and violet, the sun dipping below the horizon as if mirroring the slow fading of your own light.

      Isagi held you close, his arms wrapped around you as if he could somehow keep you tethered to this world. His breathing was uneven, his grip tightening with each passing second, as if he could stop time by sheer will alone.

      “Hey, Ichi,” you whispered, voice barely above the wind.

      “Don’t,” he choked out. “Don’t say anything like it’s the last time.”

      You smiled, even as your body felt heavier, exhaustion pulling at you. “But it is, isn’t it?”

      His hands trembled as he cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes, usually so bright and filled with determination, were drowning in anguish. “No,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Not yet. Not now.”

      But you knew. You had always known. And now, with your head resting against his chest, listening to the frantic beats of his heart, you wished more than anything that you could stay.

      Your fingers weakly grasped his sleeve, your strength fading. “Thank you, Yoichi. For loving me.”

      Tears spilled down his cheeks as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Don’t go,” he begged, voice breaking. “Please… I don’t know how to do this without you.”

      You wanted to tell him he would be okay, that he would keep going, that he would live the life you couldn’t. But there wasn’t enough time.

      The last thing you heard was his voice, calling your name over and over again.

      The last thing you felt was his warmth, his arms tightening around you as if he could hold you together.

      And the last thing you saw was the sunset, fading into darkness.

Meguru Bachira

      Meguru had known about your illness for a long time. He hated it. Hated the way it made you tired after just a few minutes of running. Hated the way you sometimes clutched your chest in pain, forcing a smile and pretending it was nothing. Hated the way he couldn't do anything to stop it.

      But you never let it stop you.

      You still laughed, still dreamed, still lived. And Meguru swore he’d make every second count.

      So when you asked him to take you to all your favorite places—one last time—he didn’t cry. He didn’t beg you to stay, even though he wanted to. He just smiled, grabbed your hand, and said, “Let’s make today our best adventure yet.”

      The arcade was first.

      The flashing lights, the sounds of buttons clicking and coins dropping—it was overwhelming, but so familiar. Meguru challenged you to your usual racing game, letting you win even though you both knew he was faster. The prize counter was next, where he used all his tickets to get you a tiny stuffed bee.

      "His name is Mini Meguru," he grinned, placing it in your hands.

      You laughed, hugging it close. "He's perfect."

      Then, the soccer field.

      The one where he first taught you how to kick a ball, where he spent hours talking about his dreams of playing in the World Cup. You both sat on the grass, watching kids chase after a ball, their laughter echoing in the wind.

      “Do you ever wish you could’ve played more?” he asked quietly.

      You hummed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Not really. I think watching you chase your dream was enough for me.”

      Meguru clenched his fists. "That's not fair."

      You smiled softly. "I know."

      The last stop was the hilltop.

      Where the two of you had watched countless sunsets together, sharing secrets, dreams, and fears. The sky was painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple, the sun slowly dipping below the horizon.

      Your breaths were weaker now. Your hands colder.

      Meguru held you tightly, as if he could somehow keep you here just a little longer.

      "Hey, Meguru?" you whispered.

      "Yeah?" His voice cracked.

      "I'm glad I met you."

      Tears slipped down his face, falling onto your cheek. "No—no, don't say it like that. We still have time, okay? We still have—"

      You reached up, weak fingers brushing against his face, wiping away his tears. "I love you."

      Meguru choked on a sob, his whole body trembling. "I love you too," he whispered.

      And then, you smiled one last time.

      The sun disappeared beyond the horizon.

      And so did you.

Hyoma Chigiri

      You never told Chigiri at first. You never wanted him to look at you with pity, never wanted him to treat you like fragile glass.

      But he found out anyway.

      You’ll never forget that night—the way his crimson eyes widened in horror when he overheard your parents talking in hushed whispers, the way his hands trembled when he confronted you, desperate for a denial you couldn’t give.

      From that moment, he never left your side.

      And now, here you were, in your final days, walking beside him through all the places that held the most meaning to you both. The quiet bookstore where he’d read poetry to you for hours, his voice soft and melodic. The riverside where you’d once spent an entire summer evening skipping rocks, laughing until your stomach hurt. The empty soccer field where he first taught you how to properly kick a ball, even though you never had the stamina to keep up with him.

      You felt weaker with every step, but you didn’t let it show. Not yet. Not when Chigiri was still clinging onto every moment like he could stop time if he just held on hard enough.

      By the time you reached the final stop, the hill overlooking the sunset, you could barely stand. Chigiri noticed immediately, his strong arms catching you before you could collapse.

      "Hey, hey, don’t push yourself," he murmured, voice tight with panic.

      You smiled, leaning into him as he gently lowered you onto the grass. The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, the kind of sunset that made everything feel endless. But for you, it wasn’t.

      "Hyo…," you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. He covered your hand with his own, holding it there like he was afraid to let go.

      "Don’t," his voice cracked. "Don’t talk like this is the end."

      You exhaled softly, feeling the exhaustion seep into your bones. "I just… wanted to spend my last moments with you. Here. Like this."

      Tears slipped down his cheeks, landing on your skin like raindrops. "That’s not fair," he choked out. "You—You were supposed to stay longer. We had more places to go. More things to do."

      You wished you could promise him forever, but you both knew that was never in the cards for you.

      "I love you," you said instead, your voice barely above a whisper now.

      Chigiri held you tighter, burying his face into your hair as his shoulders shook. "I love you too," he whispered, over and over again, like if he said it enough, he could keep you here.

      But the world was growing dimmer, the sounds of the wind and his voice becoming distant.

      And as the last rays of sunlight faded into the horizon, so did you, held in the arms of the person who loved you most.

Rin Itoshi

      Rin, who wasn’t supposed to care. Rin, who hid his emotions behind cold words and sharp glares. Rin, who, despite everything, became the one person you wished you could stay for.

      He had promised to make every second count. So, in these last moments, he was keeping that promise.

      You spent the day visiting all your favorite places. The places that held memories of laughter, stolen glances, and quiet moments where words weren’t needed.

      The soccer field was first. Rin stood there in silence, his hands clenched at his sides as he stared at the goal. You could almost hear the echoes of your past conversations—the way you used to tease him about how serious he was, how you’d sit on the sidelines and cheer only for him.

      His voice was quiet when he finally spoke.

      "I always played better when you were watching."

      Next was the café where he had once fumbled through your first date, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets when you called him cute. The memory made you smile. Now, though, Rin wasn’t saying anything. He just looked at the empty table where you used to sit, his jaw tight, his breathing uneven.

      The bookstore came after that. The one you had dragged him into during a rainy afternoon, claiming he needed to appreciate stories beyond soccer. He had only pretended to be annoyed, but you knew the truth—he had loved listening to you read.

      Now, he stood in front of the shelves, his fingers hovering over the books, before curling into a fist.

      And then, finally, the hill.

      The sun was setting, the sky painted in colors too beautiful to describe. It was warm, comforting—yet Rin felt nothing but cold.

      You sat beside him, leaning into his side, your breaths coming slower than before. Rin knew. He had been trying not to acknowledge it all day, but now, as the minutes ticked by, reality was forcing itself upon him.

      “It’s beautiful,” you murmured.

      His grip on you tightened. "Yeah," he forced out.

      You turned to look at him, and that’s when it hit him—really hit him.

      Your skin was pale, your eyes dimmer than they should be. There was still that familiar warmth in your gaze, but it was fading. Everything about you was fading.

      His breath hitched. His lips parted, but no words came out.

      "Rin," you whispered, your fingers brushing against his.

      He immediately grabbed your hand, holding it as tightly as he could.

      "Don’t," his voice broke. His eyes burned. "Don't talk like that."

      You smiled—soft, gentle, accepting. "I’m glad it was you."

      Rin's throat tightened. He shook his head, his body trembling. "No. Don’t do this. Don't say goodbye."

      You exhaled a shaky breath, your fingers weakly squeezing his.

      "Thank you," you whispered. "For everything."

      And then your grip went slack.

      Rin froze.

      The air around him seemed to shatter, the world narrowing down to the unbearable silence that followed. His breath stuttered as he shook you lightly, desperate—pleading.

      "Hey," his voice cracked. "No—no, please, don’t—"

      But you weren’t responding.

      Tears welled in his eyes before they spilled, one after another, streaming down his face as he choked on a sob. His hands trembled as he pulled you closer, cradling you against him like he could somehow keep you here, keep you from slipping away.

      "Come on," he whispered, his voice breaking apart. "You said we'd watch the sunrise together too, remember?"

      His shoulders shook, his tears falling onto your skin, onto the hands he held so desperately. He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath uneven, ragged.

      "Please," he begged. "Don't leave me."

      But the sun had set, and so had you.

Seishiro Nagi

      And that was how you met Nagi.

      It was by chance, really. A lazy coincidence. You had been out on one of your many walks, a way to distract yourself from the inevitable, when you spotted him sprawled out under a tree, phone in hand, the autumn sun casting golden streaks through his pale hair.

      You don’t know what compelled you to sit beside him, but you did. Maybe it was because he looked so at ease—so unconcerned with the rush of life that constantly slipped through your fingers. Or maybe it was because, deep down, you envied that kind of existence.

      And Nagi, for all his laziness, didn't push you away.

      That was how it started.

      Over time, Nagi became your safe place. He wasn’t like the others—he never pitied you, never treated you like you were something fragile that might break at any moment. He just existed beside you, like a quiet, constant presence in your fleeting life.

      And now, in your final days, he was still here.

      “We should go somewhere today,” you suggested one morning, the weight in your chest heavier than usual. You had long stopped telling him when the pain worsened—it wouldn’t change anything.

      “Mm... where?” Nagi asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was still drowsy from staying up with you the night before, listening to your quiet fears when you thought sleep would never come.

      You smiled softly. “Everywhere.”

      You went to the arcade first. It was loud, flashing, full of life. You laughed as Nagi failed to beat you at your favorite game, watching his lips press into a lazy pout.

      Then you went to the quiet bookstore down the street, the one you always dragged him to. You ran your fingers along the spines of books you’d never get to finish, inhaling the scent of pages that would turn without you.

      The café was next. You ordered your usual, savoring the taste, imprinting it in your memory even though you knew you wouldn’t need it for long.

      And finally, the beach.

      The sun was beginning to set, bleeding shades of orange and pink across the sky. The waves lapped gently at the shore, the world slowing down as if it knew this was the last time you'd see it.

      You felt the exhaustion creeping in, your body weakening by the second. You barely even realized you had fallen until you felt Nagi catch you, his arms wrapping around you like he could hold you together.

      “Hey,” his voice was quieter now, an edge of something desperate in it.

      You blinked up at him, vision hazy. “I think... this is it.”

      “Don’t say that,” Nagi mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours. His grip on you tightened, as if keeping you close would make you stay. “You’ll be fine. You always are.”

      But even he couldn’t lie to himself anymore.

      A tear slipped down his cheek, landing on your skin. You reached up, weakly wiping it away with trembling fingers. “Don’t cry,” you murmured. “Tears don’t suit you.”

      A breathless, broken laugh escaped him before he kissed you, trying to force himself to ingrain the feeling of your lips. “I love you too much, I can’t help it.” he whispered.

      He was still holding onto you, cradling you against him as the sun dipped below the horizon, the last light of the day flickering in your eyes before everything faded to black.

      And then, there was nothing.

Reo Mikage

      You met Reo Mikage in high school, at a time when you had already accepted your fate. He was everything you weren’t—privileged, full of dreams, untouchable by the cruel hands of fate. You never meant to let him in, never meant to let him love you. But Reo was persistent, relentless even, until you found yourself falling despite knowing how it would end.

      And now, it was ending.

      Your body had been getting weaker, the fatigue nearly unbearable. You knew you didn’t have much time left, so you asked Reo for one last thing—to visit all your favorite places together, one last time.

      He agreed, but not without hesitation. He hated this. Hated how helpless he felt. Hated how no amount of money, no power in the world, could save you. But if this was what you wanted, he would do it. For you.

      The café where you first met.

      You sipped at a drink you barely had the strength to hold, laughing at the memory of Reo getting your order wrong the first time. He laughed along, though his grip on his cup was tight, knuckles white.

      “You were so confident when you handed me that caramel latte,” you teased.

      “I thought caramel and vanilla were the same thing,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I still don’t get how you let me talk to you again after that.”

      You smiled softly. “Because you kept showing up.”

      The park where he first confessed.

      The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, petals drifting gently to the ground. You reached out to catch one, but your fingers trembled too much. Reo noticed. He always noticed. Without a word, he plucked a petal from your hair and held it out to you.

      “You cried back then,” you reminded him. “You were so dramatic.”

      Reo scoffed, forcing a smirk. “I was just emotional, okay?”

      “I think you were scared I’d say no.”

      “I was scared,” he admitted, quieter this time. “But not of rejection. I was scared you wouldn’t let me love you at all.”

      You looked away, feeling the sting of tears. You almost hadn’t. But God, were you glad you did.

      The beach at sunset.

      The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, the waves crashing gently against the shore. You sat beside Reo, leaning against him as exhaustion settled deep in your bones.

      “Reo,” you murmured.

      His hand tightened around yours. “Don’t.”

      But you had to.

      “I’m glad I met you,” you whispered. “I’m glad I let you in.”

      He turned to you then, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Don’t talk like this is goodbye,” he begged.

      But it was.

      You smiled weakly, your fingers twitching against his. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me.”

      Reo shook his head, gripping you tighter, as if that would keep you here. “No, stop—please.”

      But your body had already given in.

      Your eyes fluttered shut, your breath fading.

      And Reo could do nothing but hold you, broken sobs escaping his lips as the sun dipped below the horizon—taking you with it.

Rensuke Kunigami

      The city stretched before you, a canvas of memories painted in soft hues of nostalgia. Kunigami walked beside you, his strong yet gentle presence grounding you as you visited the places that meant the most to you both. You knew this was the last time you'd walk these paths together, but you kept that thought buried deep, smiling for his sake.

     The place where he first took you after a long day, promising you "the best damn ramen you'd ever eat." The warm broth, the laughter, the way he always gave you the last bite, it was all a part of your story.

     Kunigami watched you with careful eyes as you slurped your noodles, his usual gruff demeanor softened by something unspoken.

     "You okay?" he asked, voice laced with concern.

     You swallowed down the ache in your chest and grinned. "I should be asking you that, you always eat too fast."

     He chuckled, but the worry in his gaze didn’t fade. You knew he could tell. He always could. Your time would be ending soon, you both knew it.

     Next you visited the gym you used to watch him train in. You recall the rhythmic sound of his punches against the bag echoing in the empty space. He always worked harder than anyone, pushing himself beyond his limits, fueled by his dreams. And you had been there, watching, supporting, believing in him. "You’re staring," he used to tease, wiping sweat from his brow. "Can you blame me?" you shot back, pretending to admire his muscles. If was a fond memory you liked to look back, even if it made your cheeks flushed when you did.

     You visited your high school soccer stadium next. Kunigami stood in the center of the field with you, hands in his pockets, looking up at the empty stands.

     "This place…" he murmured. "I fought so hard to be here."

     "And you made it," you whispered.

     He turned to you, his expression unreadable. "Because I had you with me."

     You blinked, startled by the raw honesty in his voice. He rarely voiced his emotions outright, but when he did, it hit deep.

     Finally, you made it to the rooftop of your house. The wind was gentle, the horizon burning with hues of gold and crimson. Kunigami sat beside you, his arm around your shoulders, holding you close like he always did.

     You were so, so tired.

     "You ever think about the future?" he asked.

     You hesitated. "Yeah."

     His grip on you tightened. "Then stay." His voice was barely above a whisper, but the desperation in it was deafening.

     You turned to him, your fingers brushing over his face—his furrowed brows, his strong jaw, the warmth of his skin beneath your touch.

     "I'm sorry," you choked out. "I wish I could."

     Kunigami's breath hitched. He shook his head, his hands gripping yours as if he could keep you tethered to this world.

     "Its okay, you've been fighting for so long. I'm proud of you... I love you" kunigami tried to smile, but tears clung to his lashes.

     "I love you too," you weakly managed to say, but your body was already giving in. The world blurred, his face the last thing you could see.

     His voice broke as he called your name over and over, as he held you against his chest, rocking you like he could shake the life back into you. His arms, always so strong, trembled as he buried his face in your hair, his heart shattering as the last bit of warmth faded from your body.

     And when the sun finally dipped below the horizon, Kunigami was left in the dark—alone, lost, and clutching onto you like you were his last reason to keep going.

Kenyu Yukimiya

      The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the city in warmth as you walked beside Yukimiya, your fingers loosely intertwined. Today was a day just for the two of you—to visit all the places that held pieces of your story.

     The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, blending with the quiet murmur of conversations. This was where you had spent countless afternoons together, where he would sketch in his notebook while you talked about your dreams. Today, he stirred his coffee absentmindedly, his gaze lingering on you, as if memorizing every detail of your face.

     "You okay?" you asked, forcing a small smile.

     "Yeah," he replied, but his voice wavered. You both knew time was slipping through your fingers.

     Next, the modeling agency where you met.

     You never planned to step inside, just standing outside the glass doors was enough. It was here that fate first intertwined your paths—Yukimiya, the rising soccer star, and you, just someone passing through when you accidentally bumped into him.

     "I still remember how flustered you were," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

     "You were the one who apologized three times," you teased.

     His laughter faded into silence. You both wished you could rewind time, back to when things were simple, when you weren't running out of moments.

     Then, the soccer stadium

     The field was empty now, but you could still hear the echoes of cheers, the roar of the crowd that once chanted his name. This was his dream, his world.

     "You always looked happiest here," you murmured.

     "It was because you were always watching," he admitted. "Even when my eyesight got worse… I could always find you in the stands."

     His fingers tightened around yours. You squeezed back, grounding him, grounding yourself.

     The sun was sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink. You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the unsteady rise and fall of his breath.

     "Stay awake," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "Just a little longer."

     But your body was giving in. The world felt softer, quieter.

     "I'm glad it was you, Kenyu," you whispered. "My happiest moments… they were all with you."

     Tears slipped down his cheeks as he held you tighter, as if sheer willpower could keep you here. His fingers trembled as they brushed your hair back, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

     "Don't go," he choked out. “How am I supposed to live when you aren't?”

     The last thing you saw was the sky fading into night, the warmth of his arms around you, the sound of his heartbeat—until there was nothing at all.

     And Yukimiya, left alone in the quiet darkness, could only hold you closer, whispering your name like a prayer that would never be answered. He always thought God would never bear the soul with more than it could handle. How unfair and cruel it was to take and take and take. That day, when he lost you, he also lost his faith.

Sae Itoshi

      Sae never believed in fate. He believed in hard work, in raw talent, in control. But standing here, walking beside you through the last moments of your time together, he wished—just this once—that fate was something he could fight.

     He didn’t say it out loud, but you knew. His silence was different tonight, heavier. And yet, he still walked with you, visiting the places that defined your time together, as if engraving each one into his memory.

     Sae didn't focus on academics much as a kid, putting his all into soccer. But, you always dragged him to the bookstore. The place had always been a sanctuary, a world away from the chaos of his career. He never cared much for reading until you showed him how stories could feel like home.

     "You always take too long picking a book," he muttered, watching you run your fingers along the spines.

     You smirked. "And you always pretend you’re not interested, but I caught you reading my recommendations."

     He didn’t deny it. Instead, he reached for a book and placed it in your hands. "Then, this one. Read it for me."

     You looked at the cover—something about soccer, of course. "Are you serious?"

     He gave a small, rare smile. "You’ll like it."

     You weren’t sure if you had enough time left to finish another book.

     The city glowed under the streetlights, the same place where Sae had spent years honing his crafted. You had visited him here once before, stealing a few moments of warmth before his career pulled him forward again.

     "Do you regret it?" you asked suddenly.

     "Regret what?"

     "Choosing soccer over everything else."

     Sae sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You make me think I could’ve chosen differently."

     Your heart clenched. He was never good at expressing emotions, but this—this was as close as he would get to admitting he didn’t want to lose you.

     Finally, you visited the ocean you spent many summers building sand castles with Rin and collecting seashells with Sae. Waves crashed against the shore, the salty air filling your lungs as you stood at the water’s edge. Sae had always loved the ocean—its vastness, its unpredictability, how it never stopped moving forward.

     "You always seemed untouchable," you murmured.

     He glanced at you. "What?"

     "Like the ocean. Beautiful, but distant."

     He frowned, stepping closer. Is that how you saw him? "That’s not true."

     "You know it is." You turned to him, searching his face. "But you let me close. And that means everything to me."

     Sae clenched his jaw, looking away. His hands twitched at his sides, like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know how to hold on without breaking you further.

     The city stretched below, the skyline glowing in the dim light of the setting sun. You sat beside Sae, his warmth grounding you, his silence filled with everything he couldn’t say.

     "Don’t close your eyes," he said suddenly, his voice almost commanding.

     You smiled weakly. "Sae…"

     His hands clenched into fists. "Just stay awake. A little longer."

     You wished you could. But your body was failing, the world growing dimmer despite the city’s lights.

     "I wanted more time too," you whispered. You didn't want him to think you were betraying him.

     His breath hitched. "I know."

     You reached for his hand, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. He held on tight. He had kissed you a million times before, held you a million times before, none of them ever felt like they were enough.

     "Sae," you murmured. "Thank you. For letting me love you."

     His grip on you tightened. "Don’t talk like that."

     You exhaled, your fingers going slack in his hold.

     And Sae, who had never let himself be controlled by emotions, who had always prided himself on being composed—felt himself break as he held you against him, his head bowed, his heart shattering into pieces that no amount of time could fix.

     And Sae was left behind, staring at the city that continued to move forward—without you.

Ryusei Shidou

      Shidou Ryusei was never one for quiet, predictable love. So when he met you, it was like a breath of fresh air in his life. Someone who could keep up with him and match his energy. But as you walked together through the places that meant the most to you, something was different. His usual smirk faltered at the edges, his usually crazy bubblegum eyes were now soft and held something desperate. He wasn’t used to losing. And he sure as hell wasn’t ready to lose you.

     You visited the place you two first met. An underground fight club. Being sick, you always had to be careful. You craved to know what it was like to experience the fullest of human life. So, you wandered one night into a fight club to watch what healthy people could do to themselves.

     Most people would find it ridiculous, but this was where you first saw him—raw, untamed, grinning like a maniac as he wiped blood from his lip after winning a fight. He was reckless, but you saw something behind the madness.

     "You looked hot as hell that night," he admitted, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. The area was empty now, but you could picture the memories so easily.

     "You were a bloody mess," you shot back.

     "And you still fell for me." He clicked his tongue. "Guess you're crazier than me, huh?"

     You laughed, but it came out hollow. His grin twitched, like he knew the sound wasn’t real. Shidou wasn’t just good at soccer, he was a force of nature. The way he moved, the way he devoured the game with reckless abandon, it was beautiful, terrifying, addictive.

     He kicked the ball hard, sending it flying into the net. "Damn, I love this feeling," he muttered. "Feels like I could live forever when I’m on the field."

     You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Then promise me you’ll keep playing. No matter what."

     His expression was grim, and for once, Shidou had nothing to say.

     You made it to a curb outside your favorite convenience store you always visited with Shidou. It was a small one near your house. You had bought your favorite snacks, enjoying them as you watched the sunset together.

     "You ever think about heaven?" you asked suddenly.

     Shidou scoffed. "Tch. Like some pretty afterlife bullshit? Nah. I think heaven’s right here."

     You looked at him. "Where?"

     "Wherever you are."

     Your chest ached. He said it so easily, so naturally, like he had no doubt. But you knew better. You knew he never planned for a world where you weren’t beside him.

     You sat on the hood of his motorcycle, the city lights flickering around you like dying embers. Shidou stood in front of you, hands gripping your knees, eyes burning with love.

     "Do you feel happy?" He asked.

     "Of course, I'm always happy when I'm with you." You smiled.

     "How am I supposed to be happy when you're not here?" His eyes glossed, and you wanted to cry to. But you had to be strong, for him and for you.

     You cupped his face, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, memorizing the heat of his skin. "You know I don’t have a choice."

     His breath hitched. "Then I’ll fight it. I’ll fight God himself if I have to."

     You smiled, pressing your forehead against his. "That’s what I love about you, Ryusei."

     His whole body tensed. His fingers dug into your legs, his shoulders trembling.

     "I love you," you whispered.

     You exhaled, the last of your strength fading. Your body sagged, and for the first time in his life, Shidou couldn’t stop something from slipping away.

     The city roared around him, but all he could hear was silence. All he could feel was the emptiness where you used to be.

     And in that moment, the beast of the field, the unstoppable, untamed, violent force that was Shidou Ryusei had finally lost. Not to another player. Not to the game. But to the one thing he could never fight.

     Fate.

Michael Kaiser

      Michael Kaiser was not a man who settled for less. He lived for brilliance, for dominance, for being the best. And if there was one thing in this world he claimed as his, it was you.

      Yet tonight, as he walked beside you through the places that had become yours, even he, the self-proclaimed Emperor, was powerless against the inevitable.

      High above the city, where only the elite were allowed to sit and sip on expensive cocktails, you and Kaiser had made this place your haven. Not because of the wealth, but because up here, the world looked as small as it felt when you were together. You watched the sunset, the colors reflecting in your drink.

      Kaiser swirled the wine in his glass, but he wasn’t drinking. His piercing blue eyes were trained on you instead, studying you as if memorizing every detail.

      “You’re being quiet,” you teased.

      He smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Admiring my greatest treasure.”

      Your heart clenched. He had a way of making things sound both arrogant and deeply sincere at the same time.

      “Micha…”

      “No,” he cut in smoothly. “Don’t say it.”

      You looked at him, the city lights reflected in his gaze. He knew what was coming. He was just refusing to acknowledge it.

Next, the Art Gallery, His Private Escape

      Few people knew this about him, but Kaiser had a soft spot for art. Not just any art, but the bold, the striking, the ones that left an impact, just like he did.

      “This one reminds me of you,” you said, stopping in front of a piece. It was a chaotic swirl of colors, elegant but unpredictable, like him. An abstract painting of Macaws.

      Kaiser stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Flattering me now? I must really be irresistible.”

      You chuckled, leaning into his embrace. “You always were.”

      Silence stretched between you, comfortable and bittersweet. Then he whispered, so softly you almost missed it, “Don’t go.”

Then, the football stadium, his throne

      This was where Kaiser shined the most, where he was untouchable. Watching him play was like watching a masterpiece in motion, graceful, powerful, breathtaking.

      His smirk faltered. For the first time, Kaiser wasn’t basking in the glory. Because for the first time, winning wasn’t enough.

Final stop, a grand opera house.

      The two of you sat in the empty theater, your hands intertwined as the grand chandelier above bathed everything in a golden glow.

      “This was supposed to be our future,” Kaiser muttered, his voice laced with frustration. “Expensive seats, extravagant nights, an empire built for two.”

      You turned to him, squeezing his hand. “It still is. Just… not the way we imagined.”

      His jaw clenched. Michael Kaiser didn’t do losses. But here he was, losing you to something he couldn’t outplay, outscore, or outshine.

      “You’re not allowed to leave me,” he hissed, his voice shaking with an emotion he rarely let show.

      You reached up, brushing a hand through his golden locks, your touch so gentle it made him tremble.

      “Michael,” you whispered.

      “I love you, only you. The only thing I’ve ever loved in this fucked up life of mine.” Kaiser spoke with a desperation you’ve never seen from him.

      “I love you too, Micha. Always and forever.” You smiled, wiping the tears away from his eyes. Kaiser shut his eyes, trying to stop the hot tears. Then, the exhaustion took over. Your body slumped, and before you could even fall, his arms caught you.

      Panic, raw and unfiltered, flashed across his face. “No. No. Not yet.”

      He pressed his forehead against yours, gripping you tighter, his breath uneven. “Stay with me. Just a little longer.”

      But you were already slipping away.

      And for the first time in his life, Michael Kaiser wasn’t the one in control.

      For the first time, the King had lost his most precious crown.

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RIN ITOSHI ˖⁺‧₊˚✦

blurb from my childhood friends to lovers universe i got cooking up. rin and reader are online friends.

the first time that rin actually sees what you look like it's through a phone screen at 11pm. it's sixteen hours earlier for you. you're just getting ready for the day — for some convention you've been chattering his ear off about for the last two months — and you just turned on your camera while in the discord call.

he hadn’t thought about the fact that he’s never seen you before. you never mentioned it either.

but suddenly rin can’t imagine you looking any other way. the way you hold yourself matches the way you talk. you showed off your outfit for maybe thirty seconds — a low budget cosplay of your favorite anime character — and now you’re sitting at what could only be a vanity. you’re not even looking at him, instead focused on putting little rhinestones on your face.

you’re talking about everything and nothing, like you usually do. you’ve always been the one that talks enough for the both of you.

“it’s almost midnight here.” he says when you fall quiet. it could almost be a reprimand, if you didn’t know him any better.

“hm?” you look at the time on your phone. “do you need to go to bed?” you’ve stayed on call with him late before. he’s even fallen asleep a few times — to his embarrassment. the time of the call isn’t unusual, though he does tend to complain when it’s inconvenient for him (even if he picks up almost every time).

“why turn the camera on if you’re not going to look at me?” the minute the words leave his mouth, he regrets them, because you’re grabbing your phone with both hands and putting the screen way too close to your face.

“aw, rinnie,” you coo, “did you want attention?”

“shut up.” he shoves his phone face down into his pillow, so you can’t see him. you’re cackling is muffled, and he flips it around to glare at you. “usually you freak out over this kind of stuff. thought something was wrong with you.”

“what stuff?”

his brow furrows, lamp light reflecting off his eyes, “the video call.” you tilt your head and he huffs, “my face.”

“oh!” you eyes widen, then soften as you laugh. “rin, do you think i haven’t seen your face before?”

he blinks once. then twice. “what.”

“you play soccer professionally and trained at one of the most viral soccer programs to exist. i looked you up, silly.”

his face warms, and he lets his phone fall onto his chest. “you didn’t say anything.”

“i didn’t want to make it a big deal! you’re a bit skittish.”

he gives you the reaction you want, pulling his phone up to his face, “i’m not skittish.”

“we’ve been friends for over 5 years, i would know.”

he scoffs, “dumb.” it’s said without heat, easier than saying how he actually feels whenever you say the word ‘friend’.

the smile he usually hears in your voice is visible now, a little crooked and big enough that a dimple shows up in your right cheek, as you say, “if you wanted to hear me call you pretty you could’ve just asked.”

“i’m hanging up on you.”

[actuallyberriesarebananas]

Just My Type

Anime/Manga: Blue Lock by Muneyuki Kaneshiro

Itoshi Rin x GN!Reader (they/them)

Word Count: 2k+399

Summary: During an approaching winter in Shibuya, the Blue Lock boys went to fetch Nagi at the arcade to enjoy their week deserved break. However, they have stumbled to see BL's manager waiting in the cold and these teenage boys had come up with some interesting theories on your type of lover.

A/N: Reader is referred as manager here. It felt odd seeing Y/N xD I can't take it seriously after the whole AOT Y/N thing.

Also, I'm not a Rin fan but I like his character and thought the plot idea suits him hehe

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Isagi thought the day at Shibuya would go by smoothly, in contrast with the incoming traffic flowing beside their walking lane.

What he didn't expect though is having a rowdy group of boys (himself included) hiding concernigly and inconspicuously behind almost transparent bushes and two tall vending machines which unfortunately didn't conceal much since Bachira and Otoya kept unintentionally nudging their heads against each other to peek at the victim who had caused this predicament.

The others did not offer much help at the situation either when Isagi dejected at the side, seeing the tallest members of the group hiding behind small bushes. "Forgive us" he muttered your name in pity.

It did not feel right to be hiding like this from Blue Lock's resident assistant manager, who is by the looks of it enjoying their time off work considering the slight smile etched on their tired face.

Heavy eye-bags evident that must be—Isagi hypothesize—the results of being assigned to handle 300 lively, troubling, and passionate strikers. As intense as he is when it comes to soccer, he commends their manager for their unwavering dedication.

"I thought we were picking up Nagi?" Isagi questioned to no one in particular as originally they were supposed to pick up their friend at an arcade.

Otoya gave a quick glance at Isagi and back at their target, "No can do! We must unravel this mystery."

"What mystery?" Isagi dropped a cold sweat.

"The person our manager is waiting for." A hand rested on his shoulder and red hair swayed softly as Chigiri's face came to Isagi's view that drew closer over his shoulder now, seemingly trying to get a better view.

"Wa-wait- you don't mean?" Isagi hitched a quick breath at the revelation.

Now everything clicked. The small and rare smiles he'd see back at Blue Lock as you tapped your phone. Sudden gifts like chocolates, flowers, and other trinkets that had now became questioningly downright romantic he'd see you hold around the base. A freshly prepared warm meal of ochazuke within your hands, a dish not commonly seen inside quarters.

When Isagi and Bachira approached you to ask about it, you simply dismissed it with a proud smirk "It's for a silly guy who overworked to sickness." You walked away after. Isagi dumbfounded at the shocking news of possible favoritism inside this establishment, and who—since the beginning—claimed to treat everyone fairly whether in the good or bad way.

Isagi wondered if Ego is even aware of this and already readied a number of complaints to be—not that he will—filed against his unfair daily natto treatment. Bachira's words came off from deaf ears as he said something of sort praying for—a name, Isagi didn't catch—full recovery.

Coming back from memory lane, his eyes landed back at you. Standing in front of a bus stop, and from his guess before you weren't finding a ride instead your behavior appeared to be waiting for someone.

Your lips pressed. A jittered hand fixing your hair from time to time even though it looked fine the way it was a second ago. A paper bag tightly held between you fingers and palm, your nails digging in to exude the cold from this upcoming winter weather.

Whoever is making you wait, Isagi assured in his mind with no offense, is kind of a douche for leaving you waiting during a time of low temp.

But it might not be a big problem for you when you still have that adoring grin that even seemed to twinkle at the wait partnered with a soft blush. Isagi is not sure if it was from the cold or a person in your mind.

Reo hummed with keen interest with the bush people "It's hasty to assume a lover." He rubbed his chin in contemplation "What if it's a friend?"

Karasu gave an abrupt laugh "Oh please, you are the last person I'd ask input about lovers and friends."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Reo incredulously looked at the crouched boy with full unidentified offense, but a gentle pat on his back from Yukimiya stopped his troubles who only exchanged a smile.

Tokimitsu at his other side added nervously, "Y-you'll get it soon, I'm s-sure."

"What-"

Yukimiya intercepted, "I truly wonder what he's like."

"Someone of superb glam if they had captured the heart of our oh so reserved manager!" Aryu theatrically posed.

"Someone shy and quiet like them?" Isagi contributed.

Reo interjected in front of Isagi, "No, no! Same attributes don't go well. It's gotta be an opposites attract thing." Isagi drooped down at his rejected assumption. Guess his puzzle piece didn't fit right.

"Of course you're into the opposites attract shit." Karasu rolled his eyes in mock, then smirked.

"I don't know what you are trying to insinuate here, but if you keep that up I'll—"

"I heard from others back at Blue Lock that manager likes short guys. Take it with a grain of salt though." Yukimiya added to Reo's claim which the violet head huffed at the support.

Reo glanced complacent at Karasu who replied in an expression of disagreeance.

"Oooh, I do see them chatting with Kurona often." Bachira tapped a finger on his chin, but a smirk crossed his face, "But actually, I know full well of their height preference. Manager is a tall guy enjoyer!" The dual haired boy exclaimed proudly with his finger raised up in confidence.

Isagi jumped at the sudden raise of volume, he bended a bit near Bachira to whisper "Bachira! Tone it down, they'll hear us." He sighed at his usual energetic friend, "What makes you sure of that anyway?"

"Huh? I told you before Isagi! Manager likes—" a smooth hand interrupted Bachira.

"Well, I think he has good personality. I asked manager about it one time and they said, they admire a guy who's patient and understanding through the highs and lows in a relationship." Chigiri gave a lopsided smile with his answer backed up from the original source. Bachira mumbled against his palm to retaliate.

Tokimitsu slumped his shoulders at this, "How did you get that info out of them?"

This instance made everyone turn their heads toward Blue Lock's princess, his hand on his hip standing as proudly as he would feel kicking a skilled goal, "With the power of hair products."

Aryu stretched out his long skinny fingers, "So manager is interested in the opposites attract trope, has a preference for someone taller than them, prefers open-communication, and patience in a lover." He pushed his index finger on his opposite as he finished enumerating all their jumbled guesses into one, "Good taste, I say."

"Oops, you caught me guys. My bad." Otoya huffed out a smug, patting his chest with both hands as if he won something, "Sorry for not letting you guys know sooner. Bae, wanted to keep it on the down low—"

Otoya shrieked when an unexpected fist hit his head "And did I forget they also said they value loyalty!" Chigiri tsked.

As hushed commotion started to incur, Isagi heard a heightened squeak of wheels. He averted his eyes towards the bus stop and his body came to a stop catching their manager's eyes widened in anticipation. Their body straightened and their hold on the bag gripped harder. Their face blooming with longing and oh no this only meant...

"Sshhh! Quiet." Isagi whispered but loud enough for everyone to hear. "He's coming."

Hearing this, the ensemble of strikers scrambled back behind their cover. Swears and complaints muttered at each other, trying to squeeze in as much invisibility they can create. Emphasize on can.

The coverage proved to be pointless anyway, when everyone poked their heads a little to observe the awaited scene. Their hearts beated expectantly. Their breaths moved in and out readying theirselves. Just who is the man that had caught a captivating grasp around the reverent heart of their reliable and caring manager. What allure did he have for you to fall deep on the flowerbed of blossoming passion of pure gentle admiration that is too complex to explain with only those words they call—love.

With beated silence, the man in mystery had came out. They assume to be the man in mystery when he stepped out of the bus and your face turned bright and jumped slightly towards him. You carefully touched his arm and your lips moved to greet.

Isagi discerned the moment in front of him quickly, similar to how he would in a match. Black slacks. Matching black leather jacket which shined from the enveloping glow of the setting sun. The guy's posture showed strong resolve that towered the other passengers exiting the bus. Striped turtle neck of white and cyan that he concluded to be quite tacky if not for the jacket. As his gaze landed to identify his identity, his eyes opened widely like saucers.

Thick bottom lashes.

Teal eyes. The same color that would pierce his soul everytime.

Dark cyan hair.

That indifferent expression.

No fucking way.

How could someone who looks so sweet end up with someone so, so—

BITTER.

Wait no, not bitter. Because the face he had now was not familiar at all.

Itoshi Rin. The Itoshi Rin is—smiling.

To what counts as a smile from him anyway. His lips was still in a thin line with only a few centimeters curved upwards. If you really paid close attention, and Isagi means close attention, it looks kinda like a smile.

In honor of Karasu, he provided the ice breaker "I'm seeing what I'm seeing right?" His confirmation only made Isagi's observation positive.

"You know. I'm actually not really surprised." Yukimiya still in kneeling position, had his arm on his chest and his other perched up by the elbow. His hand against his chin.

"They suit each other." He further said, while Rin slided a quick cheek rub then moved to push back strands of hair at the side of your head.

Otoya whistled, "Didn't know Mr. Top One had game in and out of the field."

Bachira pumped his fist in the air, "Hell yeah! See? I was right!" then inched beside Reo punching his bicep "Reo! Reo! You owe me five mil'!"

"I didn't bet you shit!"

"Aahh, my prochecy prevailed! They are absolutely the glam couple."

"I th-think they look great!"

"Hmm, not bad." Chigiri hummed your name seeming content with the reveal (Isagi corrects reveal to eavesdropping, but Chigiri only swatted him away). "However, seeing that smile unnerves me. I didn't think it'd be possible."

"This makes me feel that if our manager can make Rin smile like that. We can win World Cup." Isagi sighed with a smile of his own and Chigiri laughed as he nudged his shoulder to agree.

"Anything is possible, eh, isn't that right Nagi? Haha, wait—huh? Nagi!?" Chigiri shook his head baffled, a loud scream erupted from him at the sudden appearance causing another man crouching in front of him to trip on his hand as a bright flash dawned.

The bedhead lad grumbled in between words as he munched on some chips "Reo texted y'all were picking me up." He hung his head low as if standing was already taxing work, "It's been an hour. I got worried."

"Um, guys..." Otoya sweatdropped his phone in hand while looking dead straight in front of him.

All the boys changed their view back at the whole reason of why they were hiding behind dirty bushes and supposed discreet vending machines.

Their manager only sighed exasperatingly which funnily enough, sounded like a laugh. They patted Rin's arm to soothe the other. Unfortunately, it wasn't helping.

A cold, deep, dead stare returned at them. The embodiment of if looks can kill.

"Who took that?"

And if actions can kill then the stance Rin was giving obviously indicated that they should probably run now. (Hiding is definitely out of the options, Isagi accepted.)

A rush of wind breezed beside Isagi as Otoya leaped away first, phone clutched like it's pearls. "Ninja escape!"

"Otoya, you traitor!" Karasu screamed in betrayal, but hypocritically followed.

On instinct, Isagi grabbed a hold of Bachira and Chigiri. Determined to make a run for it. The latter two got the message, grinned, and started sprinting ahead.

"Congrats! Rin-chan!" Bachira yelled back with a wave.

"Goodness." Yukimiya could only exhale at the expected as he ran after.

Aryu jumped twirling and finger guns at the two while slowly anchoring his speed, leaving not before saying "Glam, glam!"

Tokimitsu already screeched ten steps in front of him.

As a newcomer, Nagi was about to comment to Rin and their manager when his weight shifted quickly. His steps began to walk. Reo holding him tight.

"Nagi, let's go! We can't lose to them!" Reo started to sprint pointing at their other friends way far ahead.

This unexpected hold as familiar as it can be, he never thought he'd experience it again after everything. "Okay. I'll follow you, Reo." Nagi ran.

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Additional Time!

A ping ringed in your phone. Your eyes opened out of dreamland as the sound erupted you from your thoughts.

You opened the popped out message, a glint forming in your eyes. Clicking the surface you read,

—Are you there?

You body trembled from the current cold of winter breeze as if confirming, nonetheless you closed your body for warmth in order to type.

—Yeah, I'm waiting

A notification sound rose up.

—Sorry, house got busy.

You were about to type out another reply when,

—Sae just left.

Your movements paused for a second. At the mention of his brother, you didn't know what to say that might not trigger him. You instead thought to change the course.

—I understand and stay safe : )

—Ok. You too.

—But get here soon though!

You directed your eyes to the side. Only your peripheral vision needed to see what you thought before was the cold getting to you. You sillily reminded yourself that bushes can't move on its own and vending machines don't grow heads. You grinned and chuckled.

—I think our soccer team is stalking me.

A minute passed after you sent it. You were expecting a reaction, so you shrugged it off thinking he turned off his phone for the meantime. A buzzed vibrated on your fingers.

—I'll be there in a minute.

You heaved out a quiet laugh.

His house is ten minutes from here though.

[meadowfics]

the squid game characters as parents ☂︎

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏

𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑖-ℎ𝑢𝑛 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 456), ℎ𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛-ℎ𝑜 (𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑜𝑟 𝑠2 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 001), ℎ𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑗𝑢𝑛-ℎ𝑜 (𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛), 𝑗𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑜𝑘-𝑠𝑢 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 101 𝑠1), 𝑎𝑙𝑖 𝑎𝑏𝑑𝑢𝑙 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 199 𝑠1), 𝑚𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔-𝑔𝑖 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 333), ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑖-𝑛𝑦𝑒𝑜 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 212 𝑠1).

𝑥 𝑓!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

headcannons will feature the same as part one: which type of parenting style the characters adapt to and why (based off of their character and backstories), how many kids they'd have with you, the physical and personality descriptions of the kids, and a cute moment between them and your shared baby/child <3

if you do not prefer what I've written for these characters or disagree, you can ignore or simply write your own.

seong gi-hun x you

parenting styles:

gi-hun took time to adjust to being a father again, especially after neglecting ga-yeong for years before the games.

when you came into his life with your two daughters, he was nervous but determined to do better.

he is a caring and attentive stepfather.

he listens, makes time for all three girls (your two + his), and tries his best to be present instead of obsessing over the past.

your presence, along with your daughters, keeps gi-hun from falling apart.

instead of losing himself in his search for the salesman, he focuses on being a good father figure.

you balance out the family dynamic by providing stability, making sure all three girls your two girls + your stepdaughter are supported.

how many kids?:

ga-yeong (14 years old, gi-hun’s biological daughter)

she was initially unsure about you

however, quickly warmed up after seeing how much better gi-hun became with you in his life.

ah-yoon (14 years old, your oldest daughter)

ah-rin (7 years old, your youngest daughter)

what do they look like? what are their personalities like?

ga-yeong is a copy of her biological mother, eun-ji.

both ah-yoon and ah-rin look just like you, sharing your features and expressions.

all three girls are naturally shy but warm up once they feel safe around someone.

ga-yeong is a bit more outspoken due to being older (only older than ah-yoon by three months) and more independent.

she quickly becomes the leader of the trio.

ah-yoon and ah-rin are softer, preferring to stick to familiar people, but they adore their new older step-sister.

the first meeting between all three girls took place in america, where ga-yeong had been living with her mother, stepfather, and younger half-brother.

gi-hun had been nervous the entire flight over, fidgeting with his hands and checking his reflection in the airport windows, murmuring things like, “what if they don’t get along?” and “what if ga-yeong doesn’t want to meet them?”

you had reassured him, squeezing his hand, but even you weren’t sure how things would go.

blending a family was never easy.

when you arrived, eun-ji (gi-hun's ex wife) greeted you both with a small smile, clearly amused by how nervous gi-hun looked. she led you inside, where ga-yeong was waiting in the living room, arms crossed but expression neutral.

ah-yoon and ah-rin stood close to you, their shy nature taking over as they peeked at the girl who was technically their new stepsister.

gi-hun cleared his throat, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

“uh… girls, this is ga-yeong.”

ah-yoon hesitated before bowing slightly.

“hi.”

ah-rin, gripping your hand tightly, mumbled, “hi…”

ga-yeong looked at them for a moment, looking at a Kpop idol on ah-yoon's shirt before tilting her head.

“hi! oh my-- wait. do you guys like kpop?”

ah-yoon perked up immediately.

“yeah.”

“who’s your bias?” ga-yeong asked, suddenly interested.

that was all it took. within seconds, the awkward tension disappeared as the girls started bonding over favorite groups, favorite members, and even debating their favorite music videos.

makeup and fashion talk followed soon after, and before gi-hun could even process what was happening, the three of them had completely shut him out of the conversation.

he blinked.

“uh… hello? ga-yeong, I thought this was about seeing me?”

none of the girls even glanced his way.

you and eun-ji, standing in the kitchen with tea in hand, burst into laughter at his expense.

eun-ji smirked, nudging you lightly.

“guess we don’t have to worry about them getting along.”

you smiled, watching as ah-rin shyly reached for ga-yeong’s hand while ah-yoon excitedly shared something on her phone.

“no,” you murmured, warmth filling your chest.

“we really don’t.”

gi-hun sighed, throwing his hands up in surrender before flopping onto the couch, resigned to his fate of being ignored.

deep down, he had never felt more at peace.

myung-gi x you

parenting styles

myung-gi had to grow into being a father.

when you first told him you were pregnant, he disappeared.

he got caught up in his bitcoin nonsense and deep down was scared of the responsibility of being a dad.

after finally paying off his debt, ten months later, he showed up at your apartment, shocked to see that you had actually had the baby.

you were equally confused?

of course, you had the baby. did he really think otherwise?

you didn’t take him back right away, but the two of you developed a solid co-parenting relationship for ha-rin’s sake.

myung-gi used every opportunity to prove himself, and eventually, he won you back.

eighteen months after having ha-rin, you were pregnant with your second child, a baby boy. this time, myung-gi was there from the start.

how many kids?:

ha-rin - both you and myung-gi's firstborn daughter.

eun-ho - a boy, still in your womb at 27 weeks.

what does ha-rin look like? what is her personality?:

ha-rin looks exactly like myung-gi.

it’s almost comical how much she takes after him, from her eyes to the way she raises a brow when she’s curious.

she is a very content baby, hardly ever cries unless she really needs something.

a quiet, smiley baby.

she is never fussy or cries unless she is hungry or tired.

ha-rin loves observing everything around her, always taking in her surroundings.

she has an infectious little giggle that melts hearts instantly.

the apartment is quiet, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor. you had just gotten into bed when you noticed myung-gi was still in ha-rin’s nursery.

curious, you sat up, hearing his low voice through the open door.

“okay, kid,” myung-gi murmured, adjusting ha-rin’s blanket as she blinked sleepily up at him.

“i read somewhere that i’m supposed to talk to you like you understand everything so it helps your development. so, i guess we’re gonna have a chat.”

ha-rin yawned, stretching her tiny fingers before settling into the crib.

myung-gi sighed.

“you know, i messed up. big time. your mom...she’s the best person i’ve ever met and i left her when she needed me most. i was an idiot.”

you froze in the hallway, your heart swelling as you listened.

“but she still let me be in your life,” he continued, his voice softer now.

“she let me prove that i could be better and now, she’s giving me another chance… another baby, too. your baby brother.”

ha-rin let out a small noise, almost as if she understood.

myung-gi chuckled, rubbing her tiny tummy gently.

“your little brother’s in there, growing strong and this time, i’m not running away. i’m staying. for both of you.”

you smiled, placing a hand over your stomach. eun-ho kicked lightly in response, as if acknowledging his father’s words.

“and your mom?” myung-gi whispered.

“i love her. more than anything, well I love you but-.”

silence followed. you could hear ha-rin’s tiny breaths, her little chest rising and falling as she drifted off.

a few minutes later, myung-gi finally walked into the bedroom, stretching his arms above his head.

you quickly turned onto your side, pretending to be asleep.

he slipped under the covers, exhaling deeply.

you smiled to yourself, heart full. you didn’t say anything, didn’t let on that you had heard everything.

as you drifted off, you reached for his hand under the blankets, squeezing it gently.

he squeezed back.

he was here and he wasn’t going anywhere.

han mi-nyeo x you

parenting styles:

mi-nyeo was always more of a free-range parent, letting jae-hyun figure things out on his own.

you, on the other hand, had to step up and be the responsible one, making sure he had structure, guidance, and stability.

despite your differences, you and mi-nyeo always made sure jae-hyun was loved.

even after your divorce four years ago, you remained co-parents, always putting him first.

mi-nyeo eventually had another child, a baby girl, but you never met her.

honestly, you didn’t need to unless it had something to do with jae-hyun.

how many kids?:

jae-hyun (18 years old)

he is biologically mi-nyeo’s, but you carried him.

what does jae-hyun look like? what is his personality?:

he looks just like mi-nyeo.

same sharp features, same intense eyes.

thankfully, he inherited your personality.

he is grounded, responsible, and level-headed.

he knows how to navigate the chaos that comes with having mi-nyeo as a mother.

the boy is mature beyond his years, but still soft when it comes to the people he loves.

he is incredibly appreciative of both you and mi-nyeo, knowing you both shaped him into the person he is today.

the graduation ceremony was beautiful. students in crisp caps and gowns, families cheering from the stands, a sense of accomplishment thick in the air.

you stood beside mi-nyeo as the students filed out, searching for jae-hyun in the sea of blue robes.

“there he is,” you pointed, smiling as you spotted your son weaving through the crowd toward you.

mi-nyeo, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly sniffled.

you turned to look at her.

“mi-nyeo…”

the woman's lips trembled, and before she could stop herself, she let out a dramatic, full-body sob.

“my baby!” she wailed, throwing her hands in the air.

“my son! my heart!”

jae-hyun, who had just reached you both, closed his eyes, exhaling.

“oh my god.”

you sighed but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“mi-nyeo, please don’t make a scene...”

“he’s all grown up!” she continued, grabbing his face and shaking him slightly.

“look at you! when did you get so big?! how did this happen?! i swear just yesterday, you were a tiny baby throwing up on my shirt!”

students and families around you were starting to stare.

jae-hyun let out a small laugh, finally stepping forward and pulling mi-nyeo into a hug.

“mom,” he murmured.

“it’s okay.”

she melted into the hug, still sniffling.

“i’m just so proud of you, jae.”

you smiled, stepping forward to join them. before you could even hesitate, jae-hyun reached out, pulling you into the hug as well.

suddenly, the three of you were wrapped together, past all the years, past all the changes, past the divorce, just a family celebrating their son.

“thank you both for being here,” jae-hyun murmured. “i love you.”

mi-nyeo sniffled.

“we love you too.”

you nodded, pressing a kiss to his hair.

“so much.”

hwang jun-ho x you

parenting styles:

jun-ho is the softest dad, always making sure your kids grow up humble, responsible, and kind.

he takes their moral upbringing very seriously.

he is a police officer, after all.

you make sure they actually enjoy being kids.

life is too short to always be following rules.

your girls will have fun, laugh a lot, and know they’re loved.

somehow, you both balance each other out.

how many kids?:

when the doctor told you both you were having triplets, jun-ho looked like he was about to faint.

he kept blinking at the ultrasound, mumbling, three? how?

after months of preparing (and a few minor panic attacks), you both welcomed three baby girls: jia, sooah, and micha.

they're all 18 months old now, but all of them are so loved by you and junho.

what do they look like? what are their personalities like?:

jia is the quiet, observant one.

she is a mini version of jun-ho in both looks and personality.

sooah looks exactly like jun-ho but is more sensitive, prone to tears if something surprises her.

micha is the only one who looks like you.

she is playful, mischievous, and already showing a strong sense of humor.

bath time was pure chaos.

jun-ho rolled up his black jacket sleeves, taking a deep breath as he prepared to bathe all three girls at once.

he had dealt with criminals, solved cases, and survived gunfights. however, nothing had prepared him for this.

the moment the warm water touched their skin, jia and micha squealed in delight, splashing happily.

sooah, however, clung to his arm, wide-eyed.

“it’s okay, baby,” he murmured, rubbing her back.

“it’s just water.”

she still didn’t look convinced.

meanwhile, jia, being the peaceful little observer she was, simply smacked her hands against the water, watching the ripples with curiosity.

then… micha.

micha loved chaos.

with a grin, she grabbed a rubber duck and yeeted it straight at jun-ho’s chest.

plop.

he blinked down at the soaked duck resting against his wet shirt.

“micha…”

micha let out the loudest giggle and clapped her tiny hands together, delighted with herself.

before jun-ho could react, jia, taking inspiration from her sister, kicked her feet in the water.

SPLASH.

water flew everywhere.

jun-ho sat there, completely drenched. water dripped from his hair, his face, his entire body.

and then…

sooah wailed.

apparently, some of the water had splashed onto her face, and she was not happy about it. the younger triplet's little lip trembled before she let out a full-body sob.

jun-ho groaned, wiping his face.

“it's okay, it's okay, let’s calm down.”

he picked up sooah first, gently patting her face dry and rocking her slightly.

“you’re okay, baby. just a little water, it can't hurt you.”

she sniffled, her tiny fingers gripping onto his wet sleeve, her breathing finally evening out.

micha, meanwhile, was still laughing, very proud of her handiwork.

jun-ho gave her a look.

“you’re trouble, you know that?”

micha grinned even wider, kicking her feet.

finally, he grabbed their bath toys, doing his best to distract them. after a few minutes, the crying stopped, the giggling took over, and the water play turned from chaos to fun.

just when he thought he had things under control, he heard a chuckle from the doorway.

“you good there, dad?”

he looked up to see you leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, clearly holding back laughter as you were completely dry from the splash zone.

jun-ho sighed dramatically, running a hand down his wet face.

“if by good, you mean soaked, then yeah. i’m great.”

you bit your lip, stepping closer.

“looks like you got a bath too.”

he scoffed.

“i feel like i just fought a tiny army.”

you sat beside him, reaching for micha, who immediately clung to you.

“you’re doing amazing, babe.”

micha clapped her hands and pointed at jun-ho’s soaked shirt.

“dada wet!”

jia and sooah giggled along with her.

jun-ho groaned, shaking his head.

“i swear, they’re teaming up on me.”

you laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“of course they are. they’re our daughters.”

he sighed, rubbing jia’s tiny back as she leaned against him, her little hands grabbing onto his shirt. “yeah,” he murmured, looking at all three of them with quiet fondness.

“…they are.”

deok-su x you

parenting styles:

deok-su completely disappeared when you told him you were pregnant.

no calls, no texts.

he was just gone.

you raised ji-hyuk alone for the first three years of his life, and it was hard.

you were prepared to do it alone forever.

then, out of nowhere, deok-su came back.

you were furious at first, but to your surprise, he actually tried to be a dad.

he can be strict at times, but more often than not, he treats ji-hyuk like a little friend rather than his son.

sometimes that annoys you because he lacks actual parental authority.

you don’t always trust deok-su to be responsible, but you still let ji-hyuk spend time with him

no matter what, he is his father.

how many kids?:

just, ji-hyuk, who is eight years old.

what does ji-hyuk look like? what is his personality like?:

he looks like a mix of you and deok-su, but has his father’s sharp eyes and smirk.

ji-hyuk is independent and stubborn, but has a surprisingly soft heart.

he loves music, especially playing the trumpet.

however, he has always wanted his dad’s approval, even though he never says it outright.

the school auditorium is filled with excitement as parents filled the seats, waiting for the concert to begin.

you sat near the middle, scanning the stage for your son, when something in the corner of your eye caught your attention.

deok-su.

he was here.

he sat a few rows ahead of you, arms crossed, looking a little out of place in the crowd of excited parents. he was here, you can tell from his hair.

you hadn’t told him about the concert, you barely talk to him. its either he actually listened when ji-hyuk talked about it, or he found out on his own.

either way, you were shocked.

you thought that deok-su would've found this type of stuff boring or lame.

on stage, ji-hyuk took his seat with the other young musicians. before the concert started, his eyes scanned the audience, and when he spotted deok-su, his entire face lit up.

with a big grin, ji-hyuk waved enthusiastically.

deok-su, not the type for public displays, simply nodded, lifting a hand in acknowledgment.

even from where you sat, you could see the tiniest smirk on his face.

after the concert, you stood back as ji-hyuk ran straight into his father’s arms.

“you came!” ji-hyuk beamed, gripping deok-su’s jacket.

deok-su scoffed, ruffling his son’s hair.

“of course, I came 'cause had to see if my kid was actually the best one on stage.”

ji-hyuk grinned.

“was i?”

deok-su gave a mock serious nod.

“obviously.”

ji-hyuk laughed, hugging him again, and for once, deok-su actually hugged him back without hesitation.

you watched from a few feet away, letting them have their moment. deok-su was far from the perfect father, but moments like these made you realize that he is actually trying.

hwang in-ho x you

parenting styles:

in-ho is protective.

after losing his first child and ex-wife years ago, he made sure that you and your children were always safe.

nobody and nothing could touch you.

with his power and wealth, he ensured that his children would never need anything.

they grew up shielded from danger, living on the island but far away from the horrors of the games.

he was often busy, but he always made time.

if you spent the days raising them, he took the evenings, letting you rest while he made sure they felt his presence.

he taught his children authority, structure, and discipline while still allowing them to enjoy being kids.

how many kids?:

mi-hi who is 10 years old, she's your shared daughter, the older twin

se-joon who is 10 years old, your oldest son, the younger twin to mi-hi

seung-jae is six years old, he is your youngest son.

what do they look like? what are their personalities?:

all of them look like a perfect blend of you and in-ho.

though mi-hi and se-joon carry more of their father’s sharp features.

seung-jae looks the most like you, with his softer eyes and easygoing smile.

mi-hi and se-joon are incredibly composed for their age.

they're mature, well-spoken, and precise in their actions.

seung-jae is still young and carefree, balancing out his older siblings’ more serious nature.

the evening was calm, a gentle ocean breeze rolling in as you sat comfortably near the dining area, watching your family.

the twins had just finished their dinner, their plates spotless, while seung-jae had taken slightly longer, trying to get every last bite of rice off his spoon.

in-ho, standing at the counter, smirked as he pulled something from a container.

“since you all did well at dinner,” he said, setting the items in front of them, “i have something for you.”

mi-hi and se-joon’s eyes widened as they looked down at the dalgona cookies...each one with a triangle stamped in the center.

seung-jae clapped excitedly.

“what is it?”

“a game, its called dalgona,” in-ho said simply, settling down across from them.

“you need to cut the shape out without breaking the cookie.”

the kids gasped in excitement.

you, watching from the side, immediately recognized what those cookies were.

leftover dalgonas from the actual game.

you raised a brow at in-ho, but he simply shot you an amused glance, as if saying, what? it’s just a game.

so, with a smirk, you let it play out.

the kids were laser-focused as they carefully traced the outlines of their triangles with tiny wooden picks. mi-hi was the most careful, her brows furrowing in concentration.

se-joon worked at a steady pace, his expression cool and composed.

seung-jae? well, he was having fun...laughing at the bits of sugar sticking to his fingers as he tried to carve out his shape.

you crossed your arms, watching as all three of them successfully cut out their triangles without breaking them.

“i did it!” seung-jae shouted, holding his up proudly.

mi-hi exhaled in relief.

“that was so much harder than it looked…”

se-joon simply set his triangle down, cool as ever.

in-ho chuckled, clearly proud of them all.

“good job.”

just as they all turned to him, waiting for his turn, he smirked and snapped his cookie in half, breaking the triangle instantly.

the kids gasped in exaggerated horror.

“daddy, no!” seung-jae cried.

mi-hi covered her mouth, dramatic as ever.

“you lost the game!”

se-joon simply blinked, staring at his father with judgment.

you, watching the entire scene, burst into laughter.

“oh no,” you teased, wiping a tear from your eye.

“guess you would’ve been eliminated, huh?”

in-ho shook his head, grinning.

“ah, well. good thing i’m the boss, then.”

all of the children laughed...even mi-hi and se-joon, who normally tried to act too composed for childish fun.

in that moment, you saw it.. how proud in-ho was. not just of how smart and careful his children were, but of the fact that they were happy.

ali abdul x you

parenting styles:

ali is incredibly caring and involved.

he’s the kind of father who checks on zoya every five minutes just to make sure she’s comfortable.

you and ali are the same when it comes to parenting.

both of you are gentle, patient, and full of love.

zoya will never doubt that she is loved.

between you and ali, she is surrounded by warmth and affection every single day.

how many kids?:

just zoya, your baby girl who's ten months old.

what does zoya look like? what is her personality like?:

she looks exactly like you, to the point where people joke that ali had no part in her genetics.

big, expressive eyes that sparkle with mischief even though she’s so young.

zoya is quiet most of the time, but has a silly side that comes out around the people she loves.

she is already so smart for her age, even though she’s just a baby.

ali had just gotten home from work when he stepped into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of you sitting at the table with zoya in her high chair.

your baby girl had not been cooperative with her dinner.

zoya sat in her chair, staring suspiciously at the spoonful of mashed veggies you were holding. the girl's tiny lips were pursed shut, her chubby arms crossed over her little chest.

you sighed, placing the spoon down in defeat.

“she’s refusing to eat her veggies again.”

ali chuckled, setting his bag down before walking over.

“oh? is that true, zoya?”

zoya blinked up at him, her big eyes widening slightly at the sight of her father.

ali grinned, crouching down beside her high chair.

“ah, my little princess,” he cooed, gently poking her round cheek.

“you must eat to grow strong.”

zoya simply turned her head dramatically, making you laugh.

ali shook his head playfully.

“alright, alright. baba will help.”

he grabbed the spoon, scooping up a small amount of the mashed veggies.

then, with a soft whooshing sound, he started moving the spoon in the air like an airplane.

“look, zoya! the airplane is coming in for a landing… open up!”

zoya giggled, her tiny hands reaching out to grab the imaginary plane.

ali took the opportunity...quick but gentle, he guided the spoon into her mouth before she even realized what was happening.

she blinked, then started chewing.

your mouth dropped open.

ali smirked at you.

“see? baba knows best.”

you shook your head, laughing.

“oh, so you’re the baby whisperer now?”

zoya let out another giggle, and ali repeated the process, making more airplane noises, adding a few silly bzzz sounds for extra effect.

each time, zoya laughed harder, and each time, she took another bite.

you leaned back in your chair, watching the two of them, your heart swelling with warmth.

ali looked up at you and smiled.

“she’s eating now,” he said softly, like he could tell exactly what you were thinking.

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[kxsagi]

HIII this is my first time requesting so😭😭

I was wondering if you could make the bllk boys having a streamer gf who's basically the funniest person ever?? Like she lowkey glazes herself and then the next moment she starts cringing when she sees the "y/n core" videos on tiktok. (You can add any1, just plzlzlzlzl add Hiori, Karasu, n Kaiser!!)

Bonus prompt: maybe streamer reader who still stays up late at night to stream and her bf is so deadass tired of her yelling and screaming in the other side of the room that he comes there and stares at her while the door creaks slowly as she plays horror games. She gets jump scared by her ugly ahh bf /j

“𝐢’𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 *𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬*”

a/n: this had to be one of my favorite requests to write for

and i'm sorry i couldn't figure out a better title idea 💀

ft. hiori yo, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro

hiori yo

hiori didn’t even realize you were a streamer when he first met you. he just thought you were like, a social butterfly with a particularly aggressive discord server. 

then one night, he saw you on twitch – camera on, screaming over a boss fight, yelling “I GOT THAT DOG IN ME” before immediately dying. you threw your headset across the room. it was love at first sight. 

your duality confuses him so bad. you’ll be on stream going “guys i’m literally a divine being sent by the simulation to enlighten humanity with my content 😋” and then an hour later you’re doomscrolling tik tok whispering, “why did someone make a ‘me-core’ edit using ✨creepy reverb lana del rey audio✨… i don’t even own a taxidermy bunny.” 

hiori has a burner tik tok account where he just likes all your edits. he won’t admit it. but he does. 

if you stream late at night, he always gets up halfway through, rubbing his eyes, looking like a baby panda, and just mumbles “babe… pls… not the five nights at freddy’s mod again…” 

you get jump scared and scream, not because of the game, but because he’s standing in the dark doorway like a victorian child ghost. “you almost made me shit my chair, don’t do that!” “bed. now.” you whine until he drags you off cam by the hoodie. your viewers think it’s romantic. 

karasu tabito

karasu found your stream randomly one night and IMMEDIATELY followed because “wait… why is she kinda insane. i like that.” 

he joins your discord and bullies you lovingly in VC. “yo, did you just hype yourself up and then lose to a 12-year-old in valorant? L-stream, honestly.” “i’m literally god. i am the main character. i could seduce anyone, anytime.” “bold of you to say that while getting shot in the ass by a roblox avatar.” 

but he also unironically thinks you’re the funniest person ever. he clips your dumbest moments and adds meme captions before sending them in your friend group chat. 

every time you find a “[name]-core” tik tok you audibly gag. “WHO MADE THIS. WHY IS IT SLOWED + REVERB. WHY AM I STANDING IN A FIELD. WHY IS THE CAPTION ‘she was soft, but strong’-- I JUST STREAM MINECRAFT.” 

karasu’s like “nah, but they ate with that. that’s exactly your vibe.” he’ll even say that on stream just to watch you suffer. 

during horror streams, he intentionally opens the door and just stands there like a menace with a cup of water. you scream and almost die IRL. “WHY ARE YOU BUILT LIKE A LOUD JUMPSCARE???” “you love me 😌”

kaiser michael

kaiser is an attention whore. the second he found out you had a fanbase, he started doing PR. “this stream would be way better if you had a hot cohost, just saying.” “do you want to play or are you just here to inflate your ego?” “yes.” 

you constantly glaze yourself on cam like “i’m carrying this server. i’m so powerful. how do people even function without me,” and then kaiser strolls in behind you and goes, “hey guys, don’t believe her lies. she just got killed by a goat in-game.” 

your chat LOVES him and it pisses you off. “WHY are y’all saying ‘kaiser nation rise’?? this is MY stream!!” 

he deadass becomes a meme. someone edits him with villain music every time he enters your room while you’re playing horror games. 

you’re about to beat a boss when you hear the door go creeeeeak. kaiser leans in with the most punchable face asking, “need help, champ?” you throw your mouse. 

but also? he tucks you in when you pass out in your gaming chair at 2 AM, muttering “of course she passed out mid-stream again.” turns off your lights and sets an alarm for you. 

you wake up to a note that says “your villain made you breakfast, don’t get used to it 🌹” 

itoshi rin

rin hates stream culture. HATES. IT. he walked into your room one night and heard you go “i’m literally slay-coded and built like a tax return,” and just stood in the doorway like you were a stranger. “what the hell are you talking about.” “it’s for the brand, babe.” 

he’s always muttering under his breath when you’re live. like you’ll be gaming with the mic hot and rin’s just in the back going “why is she screaming like that. it’s a raccoon, not satan.” 

you scream again and he yells back, “IT’S NOT EVEN CHASING YOU.” 

chat lives for it. they call him “the offscreen hater,” and you know someone made a slowed-down tik tok of his blurry silhouette in the background of your cam with the caption “he doesn’t love the world, but he loves her.” you wanted to die. 

sometimes, he just opens your door mid-stream and doesn’t say anything. just stares. and leaves. you get scared every time. 

“guys my boyfriend just jumpscared me more than this entire horror game.” rin offscreen: “skill issue.” 

itoshi sae

sae’s your boyfriend, your mod, your stream saboteur. he’s not even subtle. 

he’ll donate to your stream under fake names like “bankruptcy enjoyer” or “ur bf’s hotter” and say things like “why does she act like she’s funny. someone humble her.” 

you know it’s him. he doesn’t even try to hide it. when you call him out, he just goes, “prove it. court of law style.” 

sae walks in when you’re in full hype mode yelling “I’M A NATIONAL TREASURE,” and he just raises an eyebrow like, “they lied to you.” 

he takes photos of you mid-stream while you’re frozen mid-yell or making some cursed expression and sends them to the group chat. “can someone please take her internet away.” 

during your horror streams, he’ll open the door just to toss something into the room, like a pillow or sock, and you’ll scream and fall off your chair. he’s laughing like a proud gremlin. “you’re the worst!” “and yet you keep letting me in.” 

isagi yoichi

isagi is the sweetest mod to ever exist. he’s there in chat cleaning up spam, pinning your donation goals, hyping you up like “SHE’S GOT THIS 🔥” every time you enter a boss fight. 

he also helps you review VODs and timestamps your funniest moments. he’s invested in your stream like it’s the world cup. 

you’ll be gassing yourself up like “i’m the blueprint, i’m the moment, i’m the–” and isagi’s in chat like “YOU ARE 🫡.” 

but then… you find a “[name]-core” video with melancholic lofi and black-and-white clips of you saying things like “i think my toaster’s gaslighting me” and you spiral. 

isagi tries so hard not to laugh. “i mean… it is kinda deep if you think about it.” 

he’s so sleep-deprived because of your night streams. there was one time you screamed during a horror game and he ran in half-asleep, baseball bat in hand, yelling “WHO’S HERE?! WHO HURT YOU?!” 

it was just a pixel zombie. you peed a little from laughing. 

shidou ryusei

shidou would rather die than miss one of your streams. he doesn’t even care about the gameplay, he’s there for the chaos. 

every time you start acting delulu, he matches your energy like “YEAH SHE’S A GODDESS, ALL HAIL HER.” “i will smite you, shidou.” “okay mommy 🥴” 

he hijacks your streams. if you don’t lock your door, he’s bursting in with a red bull and climbing onto your bed in the background like a jungle gym. 

one time he scared the life out of you by opening your window mid-stream while you were playing a horror game. you screamed and accidentally headbutted your mic. 

chat was crying laughing. someone made a gif of it and called it “shidou jumpscare arc.” 

he once made a “[name]-core” video entirely in capcut. it had stick figures, comic sans captions like “crazy but hot,” and explosion sound effects. it went viral. you’ve never recovered. 

nagi seishiro

nagi watches your stream like it’s bedtime ASMR. you’ll be yelling and raging and he’s just lying there on your floor with a blanket over his head, unbothered. “mm, background noise. nice.” 

he likes when you hype yourself up. you’ll go “i’m literally cracked” and he’ll mumble, “you are. carry me next game, yeah?” 

if you’re still streaming when he’s trying to sleep, he’ll get up slowly, peek into your room like a zombie, and just stand in the doorway. not blinking. silent. “is… is that my boyfriend or the grudge?” you get scared every single time. he finds it funny in a deadpan way. “you’re so jumpy. wow. embarrassing.” 

one night you were crying-laughing at a “[name]-core” tik tok where someone said “her voice sounds like unmedicated lightning,” and nagi, without even opening his eyes, went, “that’s kinda accurate.” 

you slapped him with a pillow mid-stream. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[txrully]

hii can I request blue lock boys comforting their s/o thats on her period? (if your uncomfy w this than jst ignore it)

Thank you! 💕💕

YOU'RE MY COMFORT!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary when they comfort their s/o who's on her period

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning fem!reader implied , lowercase intended

·˚ ༘ ꒱ a/n eeeek i took a kinda long hiatus after exams so sorry this was late- TT

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

isagi would be so sweettttt. like he’s 100% the type to google how to make your girlfriend feel better on her period and then go overboard. he shows up at your door with snacks, a hot water bottle, and a look of absolute determination.

“babe, i got chocolate, tea, and this random teddy bear i found. will that help??”

he also tries to distract you with soccer highlights and ends up ranting about strategy while you just cuddle into him. lwk adorable.

"yoichi, i don’t need all this, i’m fine—"

"nope. it’s my job to make sure you’re 100% okay!"

"…you’re too much."

"too much in love with you? absolutely."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira treats your period like it’s an adventure. he calls it “battle week” and declares himself your knight in shining armor. he’s running around like a maniac, making you laugh so hard you forget the pain.

he also makes you random art to cheer you up. one time, he drew a stick figure comic of you fighting a “period dragon” with a sword made of chocolate. you almost cried laughing.

"meguru, what is this??"

"you slaying your period. literally."

"you’re so dumb… but i love it."

"mission accomplished!!!!! >:D "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

rin is… awkward. but he triessss. when you first tell him, he just blinks and goes, "okay. what do you need?" and when you say “nothing,” he goes into silent problem-solving mode.

he might not say much, but he’ll keep you company, bring you your favorite drinks, and make sure you’re comfortable. he’s like a walking checklist. it’s so sweet how seriously he takes it.

"rin, you don’t have to—"

"you said you have a headache, so i’m staying until it stops."

"you’re so stubborn-"

"you’re welcome."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi is… so chill. you tell him you’re on your period, and he’s like, "oh. okay. do you wanna nap?" because in his mind, that fixes everything.

but the second you actually need something? he’s ( surprisingly ) up and moving faster than you thought possible. he’ll even let you steal his hoodie and hog all the blankets.

"sei, can you pass me the—"

"already got it. now come back to bed."

"why are you so good at this???"

"because i'm used to this by now."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo treats it like a high-stakes situation. he buys you EVERYTHING—snacks, heating pads, your favorite drinks, and even a blanket that looks like a giant burrito.

“what else do you need? should i call a doctor? a masseuse? build you a pillow fort?”

he’s over the top ( *cough* more than usual *cough* ), but it’s so sweet you can’t even be mad.

"reo, you don’t need to do all this—"

"yes, i do. you’re in pain, and i don’t like it."

"you’re insane."

"insanely in love with you, yep."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is so calm and collected about it. he’s like, “i got this.” he makes you tea, rubs your back, and lets you vent about how annoying it all is.

he also takes you on peaceful walks or sits with you by the window, brushing your hair and talking about random things to keep your mind off the cramps. it’s giving romance movie vibes.

"hyoma, you’re like… weirdly good at this."

"i have a sister. i’ve trained for this moment."

"oh my god, of course you have."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is the gentlest bean. he’s like, “do you need anything? want me to get you soup? should we watch your favorite movie?” he’s so soft and accommodating, it’s almost ridiculous.

he also writes you little notes to cheer you up, like: “you’re stronger than cramps 💪 i believe in you!!”

"hiori, this note is so cheesy—"

"but did it make you smile?"

"…yeah, it did."

"then it worked. :D "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

shidou is chaotic as ever, but surprisingly… thoughtful? he shows up with junk food, a heating pad, and an attitude like, “let’s beat this period’s ass together.”

he’s also the type to jokingly pick a fight with your u t e r u s ( you read that right ), yelling things like: “how dare you hurt my girl?! square up, you coward!” it’s dumb, but it works.

"ryu, stop yelling at my uterus—"

"not until it apologizes."

"you’re so stupid."

"but you’re laughing, so i win."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae is quietly attentive. he doesn’t say much, but he notices everything—like the way you hold your stomach or wince when you move. suddenly, you’ve got a hot water bottle and your favorite drink in your hand, no explanation needed.

he’ll sit with you in comfortable silence, scrolling on his phone until you’re ready to talk. it’s subtle, but you feel so cared for.

"sae, you didn’t have to get all this—"

"you’re in pain. of course i did."

"…thanks."

"don’t mention it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser is so dramatic about it. the second you tell him, he’s like, “mein gott, my poor love! what can i do?!” he acts like you're about to be taken from him.

but honestly? he’s surprisingly good at making you laugh and keeping your spirits up. he’ll even let you boss him around for the day.

"michael, stop being so dramatic—"

"i can’t help it! your pain is my pain!"

"you’re ridiculous."

"and you love me for it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness is the sweetest little bean. he immediately offers to make you tea and snuggle on the couch with your favorite blanket. he’s like a human heater—so warm and comforting.

he also sends you texts like, “you’re doing amazing, sweetheart 💖 cramps don’t stand a chance against you!” pure angel.

"ness, you’re being so extra—"

"only because you deserve it!"

"you’re such a dork."

"your dork 🥰."

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Uh-oh... I'm falling in love~

Synopsis: Kakashi though he had everything under control, especially his feelings. But one ninja from Village hidden in mist was enough to change that. Oh how wrong he was...

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader (but in Kakashi's pov 🙂‍↕️)

Content: fem! reader, slow burn, strangers to "something" to lovers, light smut, mention of depression, lot's of thoughts, lot's of confusion.

Word count: 8.3k (😬)

A/N: Kakashi's character is so complex and hot and hard to write and hot and tragic but hot, so yeah, love him so much *.*

pervert.

When the saleswoman at his favorite bookstore gave him a raised eyebrow, all Kakashi could do was smile while scratching the back of his head in a manner that reeked of humor.

"I understand why you wanted to read Make-out Paradise… but now even the other two books?"

"What can I say, it really drew me in."

"And.. you say you've read it..."

"Yes, I've read it three times already, I think it's time to find out what happens in the sequel, don't you think? Hahaha" he let his body wiggle a little, and his free eye rolled up into a smile.

"Pervert," the girl muttered as she slid off the counter and went to get more books.

The ninja tiredly scanned the other books on display on the counter. The well-known novel "Life of a shinobi: Honor or Death" caught his eye. With a soft sigh, he picked up the book, turned it upside down, and began to stare at the wall clock that didn't actually work.

He would never admit it out loud, but reading an erotic novel, in which the most exciting thing is actually the various lovemaking positions, had become his new favorite way to distract himself. The distraction from the dead bodies he was cleaning after massacre several months prior; from the feeling of total guilt of allowing Itachi, the boy with soft eyes and always a calm expression on his face Itachi, to go and slaughter everyone in his clan; from death of his friends..

Not to speak of it, he realized that nothing calmed him as much as re-reading the same book with the light and warm plot. The fact that he could relive what he knew would end well gave him a sense of comfort that he hadn't experienced in a long time. Life was bearable again. Just a bit. Just a little bit more, he didn't want to kill himself.

"Your books,"  mumbled the saleswoman into her chin, still clearly under the impression, as she quickly took the money from him "enjoy the rest of your day."

"Thank you. Be sure that I will. Ha! I mean... not in that way..." the now blushing girl looked at him as if he had gone completely mad. He felt his own cheeks slowly warming up "well, anyway... I'm going now. You! You have a nice day... really nice day..."

His smiling aura slid at a moment as he left the shop. He put the third part of “Make-Out” in his shoulder bag, while opening the second one as he walked slowly in an unknown direction. What is he gonna do now? Maybe he should go to get some ramen? But he failed to keep Obito's promise, he couldn't save Rin from death, his father wasn't there to see how much he had progressed. Perhaps he could go back to that cursed rock again. Yeah, that seems like better idea.

"Kakashi!!!" he heard Gai shouting for him from a distance "my eternal rival!!!! Come! Let’s see who can drink more sake before nightfall!!"

But he just continued walking, looking at the first page of the book. He reminded himself that if he does not get involved no one would die because of him. If he doesn't intervene, it wouldn't hurt as much if someone from them died. If he doesn't get involved, perhaps those damn stubborn people would finally realize how truly awful person he is.

When he reached the next corner between streets, he was about to run the rest of the way, but a melodic voice froze him in his tracks.

"Are ninjas in this silly village not taught manners?" He turned and saw a girl leaning against one of the buildings at the corner. How, in the hell, hadn't he noticed her presence before? He decided to let his visible eye wander into a something that seemed like smile.

"I really don’t know what you’re talking about…"

"Pfft" the girl continued to lean her head against the wall, staring at Kakashi with a smirk on her face; her relaxed body language contradicted the words she spoke to him, as if she wasn't intimidated in the slightest "The famous copy ninja Kakashi Hatake, known to all bounty hunters, his name written in more bingo books than can be counted... Yet, you appear to be even more of a creep than the old man who wrote that perversion you're reading"

Kakashi felt strange at her words, gripping his kunai knife tightly in the pocket of his pants. Was she an enemy? He quickly surveyed the area suspiciously as he seemed to be merely searching for a more comfortable way to stand. Hidden Mist Village headband... what the hell?

"Well.." now he was looking cautiously in the direction of the girl "you talk about manners, and you didn't introduced yourself... very hypocritical, don't you think?"

"Hmmm" the girl smiled again, and then pulled out a scroll from her pocket that opened in front of Kakashi "I have permission. And besides, I'm done with my work for now, so I’ll be leaving today. I was just wondering if you really are as cold hearted as everyone says..."

"And?" he looked away from the scroll, returning his gaze to the book that he still held open in his left hand "are they right?"

"I can only say that I'm disappointed" he felt the girl shrug her shoulders "well, see you next time, pervert."

He just hummed. Before he turned and continued walking towards that cursed, stupid rock, he heard the voice again.

"Oh, and did you hear," he looked and she was smiling very widely; something hot filled his stomach "that now the 4th part is being written? I mean, the creepy old man... you already know who I'm talking about."

She winked and disappeared from his sight as silently as she had come. As he continued to observe the now empty space where she had been a second ago, he felt feverishly lucky that he had not learned the girl's name. And if something happened to her, her name would not appear before his eyes in his nightmares.

mercy.

It was the 4th day of the chunin exams and Kakashi couldn't sit and wait any longer. The link with the birds that were relaying information about the happenings had been cut since Orochimaru had magically appeared, then disappeared. He felt nervous. He felt nervous and noticed that it came out in the way he peeled an orange, in the way he would grip the doorknob when he left the room to get some air, and in the way his leg bounced every now and then.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been so harsh with Iruka a few days earlier, saying that his students were now warriors. But he knew that if he had shown even a fraction of the insecurity he felt, his decision would not have carried the authority that now have. So because he wanted his ego to remain intact he left the company of the other jonin, who would probably feel his nervousness at any moment, then climbed onto the roof of the Hokage building and let the sun caress him.

They have the best chance to survive in the shinobi world if they ruthlessly face every obstacle. They have the best chance to survive in the shinobi world if they ruthlessly face every obstacle. I did not send them to their deaths. I did not send them to their deaths. Kakashi repeated those sentences to himself more than he would like to admit.

With big sigh he opened the 3rd book of Make-Out and stared blankly at the pages.

"Hahahaha, wait, wait, you're still reading that nonsense? How long has it been? 4 years?"

His smile curved beyond his will, though she didn't see it because of his mask. He didn't hear her when she got closer to him, like few years prior. How wonderful...

"And who are you?" he looked at her now with his head tilted to the side.

"Oh, that hurts, you know" said the girl with a sneer in her voice, sliding next to him "I know I'm not that *ultra famous* like you are, but we've already met. Plus even I have a target on my head now. These criminals' bingo books, blah blah" and Kakashi was aware of that. When he was in the Land of Waves on a mission with his team, about a month ago, he took Zabuza's bingo book with him. As he flipped through the pages he saw a familiar face, although for a moment he was slightly unsure if it was the girl he met a few years ago. The scar on her cheek was new...

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Name: y/n

Rank: unknown, approach with caution

Village of Origin: A Hidden Mist village, Land of Water

Known Techniques: water manipulation, blood manipulation

Orders: wanted dead or alive

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"Ah, many new faces lately..." he cooed while watching over village in those quiet moments. How the hell she keep finding him when he is alone? And he didn’t have much alone time since becoming leader od Team 7.

"By the way, your kids are holding up well there, as far as I could see" - now he looked at her "if I hadn't seen other things in my life, I would say that they are very young. But we both know it could have been worse. They'll finish the obstacle... they had that crazy determined look in their eyes about half a day ago."

"Search birds are not working for 3 days now."

"Ah well, we "watermen" don't use birds for surveillance. That's what you should have learned at your sweet little academy."

"The fact that you're not on the organizing team for this exams and yet have your own means of monitoring shouldn't surprise me?" Kakashi knew more than he asked. The ninja of the Village Hidden in the Mist were not at all interested in the official ninja ranking that the other villages held so dearly. They were ruthless warriors, deadly as soon as they left the academy, probably even then at chunin level. Now this is simply gathering information… he was aware of that from the moment the first registration from that village for the chunin exams in the last 7 years came. Only Kakashi wanted to know why…

"You know" the girl now closed her eyes and laid so still for a few minutes that the copy ninja thought she fell asleep "even though the rest of the ninjas in my village are furious because of what happened to Zabuza, I'm very grateful to you. I mean, I really wasn't the least bit touched by anything that happened to that... that.. him. But the way you treated Haku's body…"

Kakashi felt his stomach acid rising in his throat. Haku... another mistake of his. Another victim of chidori that shouldn't have been. Haku had a soul as pure as snow, Haku should have escaped... Haku shouldn't have ended up like Rin.

"In any case" now she opened her eyes, slightly teary, keeping Kakashi rooted in place "you showed mercy that our village has not experienced in a long time. Thank you for that. Especially since it was a boy who was kind."

Kakashi let out a soft breath although to his ears it was almost as loud as a scream. No one had ever seen him that way. No one had ever called him merciful... He felt dizzy... what the hell was this woman doing to him...

"Didn't you say last time that you made sure I'm cold-blooded like everyone says?"

"I think I actually said that I was disappointed. And by disappointed, I meant that I was expecting someone with a dirty aura, and I got something completely opposite."

Kakashi hummed, now loking at the village. But still feeling her eyes on him.

"And didn't you say you don't remember me?"

"Huh. Tushe."

stupid distraction.

Ever since he saw y/n at the time of chunin exams, Kakashi actually, even 6 months later, hasn't stopped seeing her. It turns out that y/n has actually been in high demand in the Lands of Water since last January, with a huge bounty on her head. Words circulated that with her blood manipulation, she forced the Mizukage's own brother to cut himself bit by bit with his blade until he died by his own hand in a pool of blood. Rumor has it that she left a letter written in his blood which said that his death was compensation for the rape of the girls from the Village Hidden in the Mist, one of whom is her cousin. Since blood revenge is completely justified in the villages of more southern longitude, the Mizukage made all the criminals of those villages duty to kill y/n on the spot or bring her alive. That's why she is in all bingo books.

He hadn't heard much about on whose permission she was in Konoha before, but when Tsunade came back and became Hokage she gave y/n asylum and declared her an auxiliary force. It turns out that during the chunin exams, she helped the village a lot in monitoring the enemy even though she didn't have to and therefore Tsunade befriended her very quickly.

What Kakashi really couldn't understand at the begining was how everyone got close to her so quickly. He found himself pretty often following y/n as she moved around Konoha, looking for anything that would make his suspicion justified. He watched when she stops by the market for fresh fruits and veggies, or talks to Kurenai in the street with a big smile, or when she practices her water control by the stream next to half a kilometer from the memorial stone. He wished he could just stand next to her and feel the warmth radiating from her up close again as she squirmed when she talked.

Which was out of the question now, sure, because she didn't want to talk to him anymore. But it certainly didn't stop him from being attracted to her warmth. Of course, it wasn't like that for the whole 6 months, it even seemed to him that she enjoyed being in his company for the first month. She kept popping up, each time making no sound as usual and going on and on about how Naruto had gotten stronger, how Kakashi needed to be more gentle with Sasuke, how maybe it was better for Sakura to learn 1 on 1 new techniques to help her reach personal, not someone else's potential. She told him how in her village she liked to go to the banks of the harbor early in the morning and look for children who were fishing by themselves and to use her "magic" to pull out a few fish. They would laugh and call y/n princess of the sea. With a very serious expression on her face she listed endless crazy reasons why Kakashi could wear a mask and swore in front of everyone present (even though they were actually alone) that one day she would find out what his face looked like. And when she talked she was beautiful.. actually, she was always beautiful. He mostly listened in silence, allowing the warm feeling in his chest to grow little by little with each of their conversations. He realized that he began to take the path to the memorial stone more often where there was a better chance of her jumping out. Once, she even came along with him as far as the stone itself, bowed and stood quietly for a while before whispering "at least you have a place to mourn your loved ones."

 However, that huddled routine that Kakashi looked forward to more than he'd like to admit stopped 10 days after Sasuke disappeared, and he ran into her for the first time after the failed mission. "You shouldn't blame yourself, you did everything you could" she was silent for a few minutes "I don't think you really could have stopped him.. you said yourself that Sasuke was stubborn. If you managed to bring him home, the question is whether he would still want to be a part of the team...". When Kakashi was still silent and tried to turn and leave she spoke again "When I lost my cousin I couldn't sleep for days, I blamed myself and wanted to die. But I realized that what was happening to us was inevitable, if she had survived then maybe the Mizukage would have sent his guards and...” “You trying to cover your guilt with failed excuses shows what person you are like.. I will not live in such a miserable field” when the anger came out of him with that sentence Kakashi realized how wrong he was and tried to speak again, but a cold "I got it, go bathe in guilt if that's what you want" cut him off with eyes that glared at him. Y/n left after that and didn't speak to him again to this day.

So he was left to watch her from a distance. In moments when he felt lonely he blamed her. He often let his frustration get the better of him and then tried to talk to others about his doubts and pin his ugly feelings on y/n. Unfortunately for him, everyone loved her, starting with Gai who was finally getting a talkback about the flower of youth and someone with whom his passionate level would be similar.Kurenai finally felt close to a female ninja and laughter could always be heard from Tsunade's office when she was in. Genma showed a closeness to her like he hadn't with anyone in a long time... Kurenai even mentioned that they went on a date after some difficult mission. Which is perfectly fine and didn't leave Kakashi choking on a feeling he hadn't felt before at all. Hot again, but not in a nice way, it even felt a little like anger. And now he was standing in the Hokage's office wondering how a ninja with chakra that was impaled on a water core could cause so much fire.

"Well Kakashi, it's time for another S-rank mission" Tsunade smiled at him, holding sake in her left hand. It was already dusk and her paperwork work was due in about an hour, so her advisors weren't in the room "I hope you had enough time to rest."

"And if I said I didn't, it wouldn't change the situation much" he wasn't looking anywhere in particular while keeping his hands in his pockets. He was on the last mission for a full 3 weeks. Of course he was chakra exhausted. Of course he felt tired. Of course he wanted to do nothing but sleep, read Make-out, and visit the memorial stone. And check out what y/n is doing…

"You know yourself that the level of missions has increased since the death of the 3rd Hokage and the destruction of the village. All our enemies strike us now because they're hoping to catch us in weakness. Unfortunately we don't have enough jonin to cover the steady increase in S rank missions...so there is no time for long breaks. This one is especially hard, so you'll get an escort."

"Ah, escort..." now he was looking at the ceiling, how interesting tiles... "didn't you say that sending couple jonin rank ninjas on a mission is a waste of resources? That it should be done only in exceptional cases? Or you've actually started caring about me? In that case my heart is about to break…"

"This is an exceptional case, Kakashi" Tsunade got up from the chair and sat on the table directly observing Kakashi "the fact is that many jonin go on missions with their genin and chunin and they consider it a kind of vacation, because all those missions are B rank at worst. However, that privilege has been taken away from you since Sasuke escaped and Naruto went to train who knows where with Jiraiya" when she noticed that Kakashi would not respond to her remark she sighed deeply and continued "since this mission involves going into enemy territory you will take escort."

"Enemy territory?"

"Land of Waves to be precise. Y/n was already notified this morning that she has been assigned an S rank mission and will need to be your guide and support."

"Y/n?!" Kakashi felt his anger spreading through his body, so he tried with all his might, fists clenched in his pockets, to calm his breathing; he spoke very slowly and quietly "y/n has a huge bounty on her head in those villages. Or did you miss that? They will kill her as soon as she gets close."

"The scroll that was stolen is very important to Konoha, Kakashi " she held the tip of the nose with her eyes closed "y/n knows the risk and she accepted it. It was her duty at the end of the day" as she looked at him determinedly "as it was yours to take orders from the Hokage. You have a mission to complete, and for efficiency you'll bring a guide with you, who, if I must remind you, is also a jonin who does S-rank missions. You will take care of each other."

"You can't send her with me" he couldn't stop his legs from getting a little closer to her "you can't send her there, it will only be a big distraction."

"The decision has been made" she handed him the scroll looking at him resolutely "the deadline for the mission is 1 week. If you do not return by then, help will be sent to you. All the details are in the scroll, I expect a successful report when you return. That's it, you can go."

"But, Lady Tsunade –"

"That's it Kakashi" a small crack was heard from the wood of the table that cracked under Tsunade's pressure "you can go."

Damn it he thought.

i’m so sorry.

"Of course you're late" y/n looked at Kakashi leaning against the wall of village gate, her bag on the floor between her legs.

"You won't believe what an infestation of angry geese was in front of my house" he smiled at her, scratching the back of his head.

"Yes, yes. Move then..." she just walked away leaving him standing there for a few moments staring at her. He wondered if she knew where he was going before every mission. He wondered if she could see through his acting with that haunting gaze.

-

After few hours passed, in not so pleasant but endurable silence, air was getting colder. Kakashi felt his fingers slowly tingle, frantically trying to warm them in his pockets.

"Fuck.." muttered next to him y/n holding a finger in the air that was covered in water and her chakra "fuck, fuck."

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, observing their surroundings. They were around 25 kilometers away from Konoha for a pretty short time because they were running most of the way wanting to reach the border of Land of Water by evening. It's only about an hour to the small town. They were currently in an open area and Kakashi desperately wanted to get out of the way as soon as possible.

"Once every few years Land of Water gets a period of so-called „false winter“"y/n blurted out through her teeth, keeping her gaze still on the water that was wrapped around her finger "you see? There is a thin layer of hoarfrost gathering on the surface. It's not cold enough to freeze, but maybe, in 2 days, it will be enough."

"And what do those winters look like? Should we expect snow?"

"Probably not. The problem with this winters is that they are very cold and wet. On the other hand they never last more than a week. But people freeze to death because winters come so suddenly, so we have to be very careful. And of course, to return home as soon as possible."

"Clearly..." Kakashi spoke in a moment, swearing at his fate. This mission probably couldn't get any worse.

He watched y/n wipe hands on her pants, and warming the hand she had attached the water to by slowly blowing into it. He couldn't resist the urge and slowly put his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him with a look that almost brought him to his knees. Honest, clean, which allows the color of her eyes to completely come to the fore.

"Don't worry" he said quietly, now in some incomprehensible fear of not scaring her further, and with a huge desire to slowly dance his fingers on her face... to get rid of every concern "we will finish this mission successfully. Everything will be alright."

"Mhm" the girl in front of him uttered a falsely cheerful voice "and even if something happens, you won't have to swim in pool of pathetic excuses so I'm not even worried about you" she slipped out of his touch with the speed of an eye blink "it's time to go and find a room if we don't want to sleep in the cold."

"Y/n..." he tried

"Come on" she interrupted him already ready for a new round of running "don't lose sight of me."

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When they arrived at the room they had barely rented as it was the last one in a shack at the very end of a famous town, within reach of a Village Hidden in Mist, Kakashi thanked every exalted being that existed for the 2 large separte beds in their room. As he made the beds, placed the maps on the floor of the room, took the food out of his bag, he listened to the sound of the shower coming out of the bathroom and suddenly he felt terribly hot. Although he had never been intimate with a woman... or anyone really, out of constant fear of getting hitched and that person dying, Kakashi actually often felt very lustful. It had appeared in flashbacks before, when he saw a pretty girl at one of his missions, when he passed a public women's bath, when he was reading his books... however he had never wanted something or someone so much that it made him act on that lust. The present moment, on the other hand, was driving him completely insane. Yes, he thought y/n was very very beautiful and her strong character was surprisingly attractive. He thought her smile was as sweet as honey and there was nothing warmer than her beautiful disposition. And yes, sure, one time when they happened to be together in a bar with mutual friends, not talking to each other of course, he got surprisingly turned on by one look at her bare legs. Although now he thought that that arousal could not even be considered arousal because what he was feeling right now was 10 times stronger. When he realized that if he continued like this he would either go crazy, or unwillingly go and do something.. with her, or cum within a full minute Kakashi went into deep concentration considering the mission.

After a few minutes y/n came out in a plain t-shirt and shorts, no bandages on her arms and legs so now he could see a lot of small cuts on the lenght of her arms. He felt that she could see that he was looking at her and he just kept his eyes on her waiting for her to speak.

"We have very hard endurance training as kids" y/n muttered noticing Kakashi is staring at her "they're not as gentle with us at the academy as they are with you. Especially if you are female."

"I understand" he looked at her with full attention "it must have been difficult for you."

"Of course it was" she threw herself on the bed with a sigh, letting her wet hair fall on the pillow "although we don't talk much about it. What happened happened."

"Does it bother you that I saw?" he left the question floating in the air. Her thighs were dripping with water that she hadn't wiped off. He wondered what it would feel like to run his lips over them.

"No" she fell silent a little and looked him directly in the eye "even though I don't agree with you about some things, I believe you. I've seen how you treat others. You always put someone else's life before your own and I really appreciate that. So the result is that I'm not ashamed of who I am right now. At least not in front of you."

Kakashi's legs walked on their own towards the bed where y/n lay. He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to kiss every cut on her body, he wanted to show her that she can show her vulnerable side. When she saw him coming towards her y/n sat down in a meditation pose leaving room for the ninja to sit on the other end of the bed which he did. When some time had passed Kakashi removed the headband from his other eye and looked at her with both eyes open. He noticed how the girl in front of him was trying like hell not to stare at his sharingan now, her eyes darting left and right as she paid attention to both eyes.

"I'm so sorry" mumbled Kakashi "I'm so fucking sorry for what I said the last time we spoked. If I could, I would do everything differently."

She watched him quietly. Then uncertainly reached out a shaky hand and touched his scar just below his eye which made Kakashi wince. What the hell was he thinking?! If she wanted to, she could have dug out his eye and taken it to the enemy!

"Sleep. Tomorrow is a tough one" he spoke harshly when, without looking at her again, he stood up and went to take a shower. Then hating himself, he entered the room again and saw her pretending to sleep with slightly red eyes from crying.

regrets.

The next day, they were already passing few small communites, moving through the Land of Waves. They only had a few more hours of walking left before they entered the Village Hidden in the Mist, and darkness was already slowly falling. Both of them had bought long coats on their way out of the city, so that the cold, which was slowly but surely getting into their bones, could be endured. However, Kakashi was feverishly aware of one thing – this all seemed too easy. They hadn't encountered a single ninja so far, there was no sign of anyone noticing who y/n was and the road was passable without control.

"Probably because of the cold " y/n mumbled trying to gather the cold mist into droplets on her palm when Kakashi shared his worries with her "I told you people doesn't handle it well enough in these parts."

"Hmm" he watched as the mist and chakra slowly danced and merged at the tip of her palm, making water "it would certainly be good if we didn't linger here for much longer. Considering how in demand you are here and how cold it can be."

"It's good that we left most of the things in that hut" now she let the water slowly drip from her fingers "being overloaded would only slow us down. And since sleeping in any hut here is not an option because of our bountys, and sleeping outside is not because of the cold, we can only finish the mission tonight and return to the hut tomorrow night."

"Sure thing, lady" he hummed.

-

It was the dead of night when they were half a kilometer from the base, which did not seem protected. Guards were probably inside because of the cold, Kakashi thought. The fog enveloped them and honestly suffocated him slightly even with the mask he always wore. When the wind blew, it would whip his face and make him shake for a moment. It was very cold. He watched as y/n looked at the white rabbit with small cut on right ear in confusion, crouching. He took out his kunai sorry little guy.

"No" she spoke quietly next to him "white rabbits are not always a distraction... don't worry."

"I hope you didn't trick me...trust me i will find out and it won't end well for you."

She glared at him, tilting her head to the side... a sarcastic smile moved to adorn her lips.

"How are you not ashamed?" she whispered, but because of the silence of the night he heard her very well "I sacrificed myself for your village in this half year than for mine my whole fucking life" she poked him in the chest with her finger "I was more polite to you than you deserve. And I would have fucking killed you in your sleep last night if I wanted to."

"You remained as fiery and hot as the last time I saw you" spoke a voice from the shadows behind them. Kakashi lifted his headband and grabbed the shuriken in his pockets. However a stiff y/n caught his attention more.

"Y/n" the copy ninja cracked "y/n what's going on?!"

"Shino..." she whispered confusedly looking into the darkness. How the hell do these swamp ninjas manage to be so damn quiet??

"What's up beautiful," out of the darkness, where y/n was looking, a tall ninja came out with the band of the village hidden in the mist hanging around his neck. His entire body except face was covered in bandages and a blade similar to Zabuza's was attached to his back… this is not good "you know I missed you."

"You tried to kill me" Kakashi watched y/n holding outstretched hand in front of her, chakra on the surface of her palm trembled slightly "I trusted you and you tried to kill me."

"Princess" a sneer was heard in his voice, he raised both hands above his head as if he wanted to show her that he did not want to hurt her "business is business, nothing personal."

"I loved you and you tried to kill me" her voice trembled as she turned her hand upwards and the ninja fell to his knees still with a smile on his face, his blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight

Kakashi tried to use the Sharingan to quickly assess the situation, but realized that there was nothing to be gained from it. The fog was too thick, the night was too dark and he didn't fucking know what to do. Should he summon Pakun? Should he kill the asshole on the spot?

"I see you still like bad boys, princess. But you yourself know that in the end you are regretted by everyone, in the end everyone sees how weak you are." Shino spoke with difficulty on his knees, a grimace on his face, probably due to blood manipulation "you still chose none other than Kakashi of sharingan. I'm impressed" he was looking at Kakashi now, a dirty smile returning to his lips "you know the redwater brothers want you dead ever since you killed Zabuza... that wasn't nice of you Kakashi."

"Ah, business is business, isn't it, nothing personal" Kakashi smiled with his eyes.

"Hah" Shino looked at y/n again "honestly, I never even loved you. What has to happen happens."

Then several things happens at once. Kakashi saw the ninja on his knees turning into water with his sharingan, and heard rustling behind them. Fucking water clone.

"Fucking shit -" Kakashi whispered furiously under his breath, quickly turning on his heels and activating chidori. A few seconds passed before he stood behind y/n shielding her back and pierced the spot where Shino's heart was with his chidori. The ninja fell from his hand, along with his blade with a dull thud. Kakashi turned to look at y/n who was looking at him with wide eyes and felt a searing pain in his chest. With a low curse he fell to his knees as he realised that he was almost cut open in half.

"No!" y/n shouted as she quickly knelt in front of him with her hands glowing with chakra "Kakashi, Kakashi, keep your eyes on mine."

Is this it? He thought as his head reeled. Although his eyes seemed to be open, he saw nothing. He only heard the soft sound of chakra vibrating somewhere nearby and shallow breats. Maybe some whimpers. But he wasn't sure.

"Kakashi! I will never talk to you again if you die now" a distant soft voice cracked "I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you."

"I l-lied" he spoke quietly, not sure if she heard him at all, but he tried anyway "you are very brave... so brave it scares me... So, of c-c-course you are not week. Of course you're not a dis-straction. Of course I don't regret going here with y-you."

"Look at me, I'm begging you."

The last atoms of power Kakashi focused on what appeared to be y/n's face. When his vision sharpened a little he saw a smile or a twitch, he wasn't quite sure, and the beautiful color of the eyes that he had come to love so much.

"You are so beautiful."

lavander.

When Kakashi woke up in a dark room that smelled of lavender he was sure he was dead. He tried to blink hard a few times and shake the sleep from his eyes before he managed to sit up. His mask was still there, though he was dressed in plain clothes and covered with a thick blanket. Although he was warm, the air in room was cold. He realized that he was in the hut where he and y/n had left their things before they went to the Land of Waves. When he turned to the right he saw lavender in a pot and a small letter. He took the letter and began to read.

By all accounts you should wake up before I’m back. I left medicinal herbs, tea and food on your table. Don't even think of touching the bandage. I managed to sew up the wound completely, but it's better that the bandage soaked with medicinal water stays until I return, just in case. Of the flowers in the local flower shop, there were only lavenders because of the winter, I hope you are not allergic. Hehe. I went to get that stupid scroll and finish the mission so I'll be back soon. Don't follow me. You lost a lot of blood and strength. Please wait. I'll be back, trust me.

P.S. I didn't peek under your mask. Pinky promise.

-

Those few hours in which Kakashi drank all the tea, ate all the food and thought about the best way to go after her, felt like days. He realized with great amazement that y/n had somehow managed to heal entire wound which now only itched, not hurt. He felt very exhausted as he looked out the window at the rain falling wrapped in a blanket. It must have been terribly cold outside. How many days did he sleep? How is y/n? Is she hurt? What if they catch her and kill her? What if she's already dead? How many days has she actually been out of the hut? If she is dead he will kill everyone who is responsible. But he is responsible... He let his guard down and let that jerk almost kill him and that's why y/n is out there alone now. He won't be able to live with himself if she's dead. He was too tired. He will rest for only half an hour more and then he will leave. Towards her. Yes, that sounds like a good idea.

Knock knock.

Kakashi stood up with his heart pounding. They found him. But if they found him that means they will wait there for y/n to come back and then kill her easily. He took the kunai, opened the sharingan eye and cautiously approached the door. He wouldn’t let that happen. When he flung open the door he saw y/n with gentle eyes watching him, a scroll in one hand, a Shino’s blade in the other. She was wearing a normal ninja uniform and was soaked to the core. Y/n smiled widely at him but fatigue was very visible on her face. Her body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold.

"Oh thank heavens, you're awake" it came as sigh from her lips "I didn't want to drop any of this on the floor. Sorry if you had to get up. Everything went smoothly. Mission is complete."

He quietly helped her inside, took the things from her hands and put them on the floor. When he went to turn on the shower so that somehow hot water would warm up y/n he realized that there was no use because the water had frozen in the pipes.

"The shower doesn't work" he rasped and realized that it was probably the first thing he had said in days "change into something dry. We need to warm you up."

Kakashi then placed 2 blankets over each other on his bed and pulled y/n who was now only in a t-shirt and shorts (because that was the only thing dry) into bed with him. He hugged her tightly, limbs completely intertwined, his hands rubbing hers, trying to bring some warmth back into her body. All this with full awareness of how she was lying next to him in just shorts and a t-shirt. He fought the growing erection in his underwear, thinking about anything but the woman in his arms that he wanted more than anything else.

"I thought you were going to die" she spoke quietly against his chest, probably more to herself than to him, but he certainly heard her very clearly.

"You saved my life, Thank you" he mumbled against her hair.

Now she cocked her head hard and fast locking her eyes with his, fire in them, just the way Kakashi loved it.

"If it wasn't for you, I would be dead" she snapped angrily, holding his gaze with hers, now he kept his sharingan eye open "I just did one tolerable, but miserable thing."

"You are extraordinary. Really. I’m all heald now thanks to you. When I woke up today I felt like whole new person. Thank you" he lightly touched her cheek with his hand "And I don't know if that went through your crazy little head, but the last thing I want is to let people I care about die while I'm just watching from the sidelines. That very much includes you."

As if momentarily embarrassed, she looked away from him and brought her head back to rest on his chest. She breathed deeply.

When he noticed that the normal temperature was slowly returning to her body and the shivers stopped being so strong Kakashi let out a soft laugh.

"I don’t believe a thing you say,"

"What?" y/n cocked her head again looking into Kakashi's one open eye with a confused expression. That made him grin even wider.

"I don't believe you didn't look under the mask."

The girl in his arms scoffed looking at him with mocking eyes "My curiosity is big, but not so much that I want to play dirty. If i really wanted to see what's underneath I'd make you show me yourself."

"And?" Kakashi felt his breath slowly run out of anticipation "do you want to see it that badly?"

She looked at his mask silently then studied his open eye.

"You want to show me?" she asked quietly, and he just continued to watch her, with an unknown glow. She slowly removed both hands from the blanket and ran her fingers to the top of his mask. Her hands were shaking slightly and Kakashi realized with something, ah here it is again, very warm in his stomach that she wasn't shaking from the cold this time. Y/n slowly removed the mask from his face as he watched her carefully. When the whole cloth was finally removed, she sighed deeply. A soft smile graced her lips.

"Ah, what a disappointment" her gaze circled all over his face "nothing of the huge lips and horse teeth."

Kakashi felt his lips curl into a smile. He hugged her a little tighter.

"You are so beautiful. Gorgeous even." she looked him in the eye and now he was terribly, terribly hot all over. No one ever addressed those words to him. His body just moved closer to her until her lips were only inches away from his. He felt her breath brush his lips. He was waiting for her to do something… anything.. to give him the green light. Because no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't move on his own. Such tender and fragile moments were not frequent in his life, and suddenly he was terribly afraid of breaking this too. However when y/n pressed her lips to his all worries were quickly erased from his mind.

They kissed deeply and slowly as he ran his hands all over her body. He made sounds he didn't know he was capable of, but realized that nothing compared to her sighs and moans from the kiss. He slowly moved from her lips to her neck which he had been watching for so long as they talked months from now, taking deep breaths.

"How perfect you are" he murmured as she melted in his arms. She ran her hands first over his shoulders, then his back, finally letting her hands go under his shirt. He moaned burying his head deeper into her neck.

"Kakashi..." came out of her mouth like a plea, as if it was too much for her.

"I know y/n, I know," he breathed a big, hard sigh as he held her hips tightly so she wouldn't move against him anymore. It was very clear to him that she felt how much he wanted her. And he now wanted her to show her how much he wanted her "can I touch you?"

She looked at him with a warm look and red cheeks, then nodded briskly.

He let his hand dance from her neck, over her stomach, down to her lower abdomen where he pressed his hand firmly.

He kissed all over her hands, all the little cuts he'd seen just a few days before.

"Perfect. So fucking perfect. Lift your hips for me pretty girl" he whispered softly.

When he took off her shorts and realized how wet she was, he almost cummed In his pants at that moment.

He just touched her enterance briefly and she moaned leaning into his touch. Nothing has happened yet and he was so fucking turned on. Turned on by her smooth skin, maddening smell, her sighs, moans... This is 100x better than any erotic novel. He slowly kissed her clit, than licked it experimentally. Y/n closed her eyes and left her hands flying to his hair, hips bucking up to meet his mouth.

'Look at me, let me see you" he darkly whispered against her pussy, looking at her with his both eyes. He then licked and sucked her swollen clit, eyes never leaving hers, making her moaning mess.

"Fuck Kakashi, fuck" she cried pressing one hand against her mouth, than changing mind and letting that hand grip on his hair too "i need you now. Please."

He stopped for a second watching her.

"Are you.. -"

"Yes, yes, and don’t you fucking dare to leave now."

"Sure thing pretty lady" he smiled against her heat.

He took his time, exploring every exposed piece of skin now that he took her t-shirt off too. He blinked open the sharingan again and he was so damn happy that he could predict how she would react to every touch. He looked at her; sprawled out underneath him, with her face flushed, lips swollen.

"Have I ever told you that you are perfect?" he had that boyish smile now, looking at her lovingly.

"Pervert" she grinned while kissing him quickly.

"Ah yes" he left few kisses to her neck again "I remember you calling me that a few times" he put his fingers on her clit making her to squirm with embarrassment.

"Please Kakashi" her voice was so fucking sweet "I need you. Please."

"Need you too" he mumbled against her lips "so much. My beautiful girl."

Then all he could feel was her. She clouded all five senses and he felt like he was going insane. It was over far too quickly.

"Madness" he whispered in her ear and nuzzled her neck, thrusting deep and steady "you are madness."

He gave a few last thrusts and reached down with his hand to help her finish. It wasn’t long until she was writhing and whimpering underneath him.

He kissed the top of her head before he pulled her into him protectively, feeling sleepy. Enjoying the feeling of her skin flush against his, her sweet smell and now steady breaths he felt his body completely relaxing.

As he slowly drifted off to sleep he asked quietly against her hair "do you want to go out sometime?"

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

PITTER-PATTER-LOVE!

❤︎‬ bits from their official trivia reimagined with you ❤︎‬ itoshi rin, barou shouei, nanase nijiro, michael kaiser x gn reader ‪ ❤︎‬ wc: 2k/~500 words per character

ITOSHI RIN!

valentine’s day: he declined everything he received and sent them back

Rin, before dating you, thought Valentine’s Day was a waste of time. It wasn’t a holiday meant for him nor did he find anything particularly exciting about watching couples drive themselves insane doing insane things in the name of romance. The hoards of chocolates and gifts that would arrive at his clubhouse were nothing but a pain in the ass, and each year, without fail, he’d turn away any gift that hoped to win his favor and send them all back without so much as a second thought.

Now that he’s with you, his thoughts have changed bit by bit. He still thinks Valentine’s Day is stupid. He still thinks couples trying to one-up each other and spending exorbitant amounts of money and time to woo their lover is stupid. He still thinks his fans are wasting their time sending chocolates to him.

And that’s because he’s already fulfilled eating your chocolates. 

“Are you sure your nutritionist won’t get mad at me? Are you sure you’re allowed to have these?” You fret over him, eyes flickering between his stoic face and the tiny chocolates you’ve popped out of the mold, presented plainly on a small plate. Even still, you hold up one piece towards him, like you’re too scared to take the last step to close the gap between yourself and him but still want to pamper him somehow.

If there’s one thing Rin takes seriously, it’s his dedication to his craft. Every waking moment is dedicated to bettering himself, all to topple his brother. His diet is no exception to his strict lifestyle. 

But it’s one day out of the year. It’s one treat out of the endless days of nothing but power foods prepared specially just to augment his performance. One piece of chocolate that you painstakingly made for him, as a gesture of your unwavering love for him. It’s quiet. It’s homey. It’s the exact kind of love that Rin himself didn’t even know he craved.

“Why do you care about what they think so much?” It looks like you still need one last push for him. That’s fine. He can close that distance easily. “One chocolate isn’t going to kill me.”

You hold your breath as he grabs your wrist, lifting the chocolate and your hand towards his lips. His mouth closes gently around your fingers, and the sweet taste of chocolate and sugar coats his tongue. It spreads across his mouth like a warm hug, and it disappears down his throat to leave behind only the thought that he wants more. It’s a shame that he’s such a strong-willed man.

“...Not bad. It’s delicious.” This is his way of praising you. This is his way of marking you as someone special in his life, someone different from the monotony of average and forgettable human beings. This is his way of telling you that he wants to keep you by his side, even if it means that he has to break the rules every now and then to make it work. 

BAROU SHOUEI!

favorite season: end of rainy season

“I’m so glad it’s finally stopped raining,” you happily remark, carefully tiptoeing around a puddle on the ground. “As much as I love doing at-home dates, nothing beats getting to go out with you! And the sun just feels so nice on my skin…”

It’s nothing spectacular, but it tickles Barou just a little bit to see you get this excited over a walk in the park with him. It’s a no-brainer that you’re the sweet and friendly one between the two of you, but it’s hard to not be endeared to how thrilled you are to do something so mundane with him. The sunlight that peeks through the soaked trees seems to twinkle in agreement, and like the gentleman he is when he’s off the field, he offers you an arm.

“You better have put on sunscreen before you left the house. The sun’s nice, but it’ll fry your skin otherwise.” His voice is gruff, but the well-natured intention of his words are easy to pick up. You smile at him as you wrap your arm around his, falling in pace with his steps. It’s heartwarming to see the different way he’s adjusted to life with you, even if it’s something as miniscule as adjusting his walking speed so that you can walk comfortably side-by-side, arm-in-arm with him.

“I have you to take care of me if I get sunburnt. And it’s just a walk in the park. I’m not planning on tanning or anything.” You shrug nonchalantly, clearly without a care in the world. “Spare me the lecture. I know it’s important to put on sunscreen no matter how long or whatever you plan on doing in the sun.”

“I’ll spare you the lecture when you actually take the lecture to heart,” Barou grumbles loudly. He uses his free hand to rummage the small fanny pack slung over his chest, momentarily stopping the walk before pulling out a travel-sized tube of sunscreen. “Here, stay still.”

He lets go of your hand so he can squirt some sunscreen onto your palms. You hold your face out in his direction expectantly, and with a gentleness so dissimilar to his selfish playstyle and intimidating appearance, he gingerly rubs it into your skin. A giggle threatens to break out across your face when you can feel his fingertips go over the apples of your cheeks and the thin skin of your eyelids.

“There. Now I won’t have to worry about you so much.” He huffs. You flutter your eyes open before rewarding him with a smile that’s just as bright as the sunlight you’ve missed so much.

“This is what I mean, Shouei,” you laugh, finding your place by his side once more. Your presence is warm and light, like a breath of fresh air in the spring, the parting of rain clouds to reveal a sparkling rainbow. “Life is so much easier when I’m around you.”

It goes without saying that Barou feels the same way too. 

NANASE NIJIRO!

hobby: karaoke with friends

Nanase can’t remember the last time he’s felt this nervous. Nothing in his life could have prepared him for this moment. He might feel less foolish if it was something worth getting this nervous for, like a big exam or a career-changing game. But instead, he’s sweating like a sinner through his clothes and fidgeting like an unruly toddler all because he’s somehow been invited to tag along to group karaoke with you. 

You, the oblivious recipient of his hopeless affections for what felt like a lifetime to him. He can never tell what you’re thinking, but you look nothing short of radiant as you flip through the worn down catalogue, tongue caught in between your lips in concentration as you carefully scan the song offerings for the perfect tune to showcase your upcoming performance.

It’s so dumb. You’re smart and kind and so patient with him, whereas he feels like a newborn puppy tripping over his own feet in a futile attempt to endear himself to you. Knowing his luck, he’ll be in the midst of trying to blow you away with his singing skills only for the audio to cut off or for his pants to fall down in the middle of the song or for his voice to break like he’s a teenager hitting puberty for the first time or drop his mic and accidentally blow the speakers out-

“‘Jiro-,” a gentle voice rouses him from his nonstop worrying. “Are you listening to me?”

He gasps dramatically as he jolts to life, practically jumping in his seat, only to be scared out of his wits again when he realizes that your face is nothing more than a breath away from his. Any closer and you’d be physically touching him. The tension suddenly roots itself in the room’s atmosphere, and Nanase thinks he might be actually setting a world record for the universe’s fastest heart rate in that instant. 

The karaoke room’s lights flutter all throughout the enclosed space’s walls like the light of many stars holding their breath in anticipation, and judging from the excited murmurs of his observant friends, your close proximity doesn’t go unnoticed. They are absolutely going to tease him to hell later for his horrendous crush on you.

“D-Did you ask me something?” He blinks up at you, his widened eyes the size of saucers. You swear you might be able to make out your reflection in his irises if it weren’t for how dim the room was. 

You expectantly hold out a second mic. He takes it gingerly, clueless, only for realization to dawn on his innocent face when you also hold your hand out to him. You beam towards the lovestruck boy as a vibrant blush claims his face. 

“I’m in the mood for a love song, Nijiro,” you offer. “So why don’t you join me for a duet?”

MICHAEL KAISER!

fetish: faces twisted in despair

Kaiser lives for the thrill of uprooting those underneath him, a cruel grin stretching out across his face as the rush hits his brain. There’s something about seeing his opponents and teammates alike with tears smeared across their eyes, their cries echoing in his eardrums as they cursed and spat his name, becoming the perfect tyrannical villain in those nobodies’ eyes. 

It’s a bit different when it comes to you. As much as he hates to admit it, he hates the thought of you being so sad that your face contorts the same way those trampled athletes once did. But there’s something cute about you when you get frustrated or fed up with something minor: being unable to open a tough jar, accidentally dropping part of your food on the floor, or keeping up with his constant teasing.

“What’s with the long face, darling?” His voice is sickeningly sweet as he wraps an arm around your waist. He yanks at your body, trying to sidle closer to where you’re sitting on the couch. You’re adorable, he can’t help but think, with your arms crossed firmly over your chest. You’re practically glowering at him, and your soft lips are stuck out in a solid pout. 

If you weren’t so mad, Kaiser would have bet on his luck and tried to swipe a kiss from you. But he knows all that’s going to net for him is the cold shoulder and you getting even more mad at him, so he’s left to try and appease you in other ways.

“Is teasing me that fun, Mihya?” You huff. Unlike his saccharine words, your tone is laced to the bone with poison. But he likes that part about you too. He just loves getting a rise out of you and watching the way you react to him, and he loves knowing that he has the power to get under your skin and drive you insane every single minute you spend with him. It’s just so much fun, and knowing that he can find a place in your everyday life like some kind of clingy parasite brings him as much pleasure as striking down his challengers does. 

The nefarious grin on his face only grows as he makes himself comfortable right next to you. Both of his arms are now wrapped snugly around you, pushing your form against his toned chest. You can feel his breath fan out against the shell of your ear, and you fight the shudder that runs down your spine.

“Oh, I think it’s the best. You’re just so irresistible when you’re mad at me.” One arm moves from your waist, and his hand squeezes at your cheeks. “Look at you, darling! Look at how cute you are! You’re the best when you’re pissed at me.”

“You’re the worst!” You grit your teeth, mustering up all your strength to wrench your face out of his hand. He lets out a loud laugh as you turn away from him fully. That face of yours, twisted into your own form of despair, is too good for him to pass up.

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[deonsx]

hi, hi!! first off, i love your work so much!!

i saw that your requests were open, so i thought i'd shoot my shot.

i'd like to request an interviewer!reader x the blue lock boys. a few specific characters i'd like are: sae, rin, nagi, and kaiser.

but feel free to add or remove characters as you'd like, though! thank you, and take care!

Hiii love!! you said all my favorites so lets do it

Sae Itoshi

Sae Itoshi didn’t care for interviews. They were a chore. Walk in, answer a few dull questions, leave. That was the routine. But today, something was different

When he stepped into the room, his gaze landed on you. You weren’t like the others. No nervous smile, no overly eager expression. You were calm, composed, and confident. Sae found himself watching you longer than he usually would

The questions began, and for the first time in a long while, Sae gave more than his standard short answers. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the way you spoke steady and clear. Or maybe it was how you watched him, your expression thoughtful yet impossible to read

When the interview ended, Sae walked out as usual. But this time, your face and voice lingered in his mind. He brushed it off. It was just another interview. Or so he told himself

Sae wasn’t used to this. Faces and voices from interviews blurred together in his memory, but yours stood out. He found himself looking for you at matches, wondering if you’d be the one holding the microphone. He didn’t understand why it mattered, but he didn’t try to stop it either. The next time he saw you, Sae promised himself one thing

“Next time, I won’t let you leave without knowing more about you”

Rin Itoshi

He sat in the chair with his usual blank expression, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he waited for the questions to begin. When you walked in, your calm demeanor was the first thing he noticed. No exaggerated smiles, no forced charm. Just steady professionalism

There was something about your composure that irritated him but not in the way most people did. It was the kind of irritation that demanded his attention, the kind he couldn’t quite shake off

Weeks later, Rin was at a press conference following a heated match. His answers to reporters were as blunt as ever. But then his eyes found you among the crowd, seated quietly, waiting for your turn

For a split second, his focus faltered. It wasn’t like him to be distracted, yet here he was, scanning the room to catch another glimpse of you. When you finally stood to ask your question, Rin’s posture shifted almost imperceptibly.

You asked “Rin-san, your performance today was extraordinary. Do you think your ability to stay calm under pressure gives you an edge over other players?”

“Staying calm isn’t an edge. It’s a necessity. If you can’t handle pressure, you don’t belong on the field.”

Nagi Seishiro

They were a hassle, like most things that required effort. He slouched in his chair, head tilted, clearly uninterested as the team’s PR staff ran through instructions. When you entered the room, clipboard in hand, his gaze flicked to you briefly before returning to the wall

The interview began, and Nagi answered lazily, barely putting thought into his words. But as you continued, something shifted. Your voice wasn’t pushy or overenthusiastic like the others. It was calm, steady, almost soothing. You didn’t prod him to elaborate or react when his answers were short.

Nagi didn’t like putting effort into things or people. Most of the time, he preferred to avoid unnecessary interactions altogether. But with you, it was different. He wasn’t sure why.

Maybe it was how unfazed you were by his detached demeanor. Or the way you never tried to force a reaction out of him. Whatever it was, he found himself searching for you at matches and events, hoping to see you again.

You weren’t loud or demanding like the rest of the world around him. You were quiet, steady just there. And for someone like Nagi, who found most things exhausting, that was more than enough to capture his attention

“If I keep seeing you, maybe it won’t be so bad putting in a little effort”

Kaiser Michael

Michael Kaiser loved interviews or rather, he loved talking about himself. For him, it was just another stage where he could shine. When he entered the room, he was fully prepared to charm his way through. But this time, something unexpected caught his attention

You stood there, calm and composed, with no exaggerated expressions or overeager smiles like the others. Your presence was sharp but unassuming, and Kaiser noticed it immediately

As the questions started, Kaiser responded with his usual flair, confident and theatrical. But your reactions or lack thereof unsettled him. You didn’t laugh at his witty remarks or fawn over his charisma. Instead, you remained focused, observing him as if you were studying his every word

It wasn’t something Kaiser was used to, and it threw him off balance in the slightest, most infuriating way. When the interview ended, he left the room with a lingering thought: Who were you, and why couldn’t he stop thinking about how you looked at him?

Without realizing it, Kaiser found himself looking for you at every event, every match. You became a puzzle he couldn’t solve, and for someone who was used to winning at everything, that was both maddening and thrilling

“If you keep ignoring me, I’ll just have to make sure I’m impossible for you to overlook.”

Enjoy!