#almost time for bastard munchen!!!

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Tomi in the starting XI 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

[kaiser1ns]

𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

╹synopsis :: you hated him from the moment he showed up at the bastard munchen tryouts — you can't stand him, it's impossible, or so you thought.

╹contents :: 8.9 k words aka word vomit, fluff and two kind of suggestive scenes,mostly pre-timeskip kaiser, reader is football fanatic, kaiser loves to annoy her(he is just in love with her), just one teenager denying their feelings while the other is clearly in love, mentions of her parents - to clarify they are not dead !, mentions of real players from the actual club bayern munchen, i don't know if I can put this in the slow burn section? she hates him but she loves him.

╹notes :: 100 followers special i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this, please spare me. sorry for any grammar mistakes, hope you enjoy! for my one and only, and big thanks to @kooriou 🤍

You hated Michael Kaiser from the first moment he stepped into Bastard München Academy, an instant wave of annoyance washed over you. His arrogance and presence got on your nerves, making it impossible to even look at him. But you had to — that was your job as a future assistant coach for the best team in Germany, and who knows maybe you can snatch your uncle's position as manager.

As the tryouts unfolded, you observed him closely, jotting down notes on his skills and trying to give him some initial stats, which to your dismay were either tier A or S. Despite the irritation, there was no point in lying, he was outstanding and he knew what he was doing - or rather, he knew what he wanted. You saw as he teamed up with the boy who wore the jersey with number 20. They made up a pretty good duo, and with Ness's passes and Kaiser's fast attacks, no one could stop them. 

Perhaps beneath the thorny exterior, Michael Kaiser was the player Bastard München looked for—someone who could elevate them to new heights. As the final whistle blew, you already knew the outcome that they would both be accepted into the team, and you'd have to get used to seeing his face almost every day. You got up and walked over to your uncle as all the recruits were lined up, looking at them, as your eyes landed on the striker with with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blue rose tattoo on his neck. You stared at him, furrowing your eyebrows and with squinted eyes, a silent expression of displeasure etching across your face.

In that subtle gesture, frustration found a physical form; it was a language spoken without words, a non-verbal protest to whatever disturbance had disrupted your peace — and the one who caused it starred back at you, smirking smugly at you, but he turned back to listen to the coach's speech.

"And with that, we welcome you in Bastard Munchen. We hope you will meet and exceed our expectations, and now I will give the word to my niece Y/N who will also work with all of you youngsters." You were still lost in the staring contest with the boy who paid you no mind, and now everyone looked at you, some were getting scared seeing you so oppressed by something; were they that bad that the coach had to ask his niece about another opinion?

Your uncle cleared his throat, making you come back to the real world, a little taken back from the sudden shift of focus. "Ah, yes, of course." as you stood there with all of your glory and pride like you were the president and everyone waited for your long waited speech "As the future of Bastard Munchen, you will be the ones to continue the legacy set by the club's legendary players. Work hard so you can achieve your goals, as you should always believe in yourself. Make every impossibility a reality." 

Your words echoed through the training grounds, making the boys happy to hear something from a beautiful girl - in one way or another, something had to keep them going. As you finished your speech, you caught his eye again, but this time, there was a glimmer of amusement. Was there anything wrong with the things you said? You tried your best to sound like every coach who talks to their team with all the "work hard and give your best shot" stuff. You hope you won't become like that in the future.

Your uncle nodded approvingly, signaling the end of the meeting. The boys started leaving one by one, but the blue-eyed genius stayed, approaching you with confidence.

”Impressive speech, Little Miss, but actions speak louder than words, don't they?" he remarked with a smirk, leaving you with a mix of irritation. You haven't even known each other for a day and you already want to gouge out his eyes. "Talk about yourself, Mister. Show results, and then talk to me again."

Kaiser chuckled, his smile growing wider as he came closer to you, rising a hand as he delicately slid his fingers under your chin, lifting it ever so slightly, your breath hitched from the sudden move.

"We share some similar goals, I will give you that. Be sure to watch me making the impossible your new reality." he walked away, leaving you standing there like a statue - a blushing statue at that.

You definitely hate him.

WEEK 2 AFTER THE TRYOUTS:

In the following weeks, as training sessions progressed and the team started bonding, you couldn't deny that Michael's skills were exceptional. Despite his arrogant attitude, there was a reason why he wore that smug expression. The team was carried by his influence, and you found yourself unfortunately acknowledging his impact. Kaiser Impact, huh? That’s one way to call it.

He approached you, the smirk replaced by a genuine smile. "Not bad, right? I noticed the way you looked only at me," he said, as you rolled your eyes, trying to maintain your composure as you handed him a water bottle "Don't get too comfortable now. This doesn't mean you're off the hook. There's still a long way to go."

The blonde boy chuckled, seemingly unfazed, taking the bottle from your hand, making your fingers briefly touch as he kept eye contact. "I wouldn't want it any other way, Prinzessin. Now what are my stats? I’m sure they went higher." You shot him a skeptical glance, unimpressed by his playfulness. "Stats? Do you mean your nonexistence score? Like in a video game or something," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.

He laughed at your comment. "Maybe not a game, but God's challenge, and I'm here to be the best of the best and eventually surpass Noel Noa," he replied with a cocky grin.

Rolling your eyes once more, you couldn't deny the feeling you had when talking back at him. "Fine, let's humor your challenge sent from above for a moment. Strength: still lacking, form: needs improvement, and humility: nonexistent," you assessed, ticking off imaginary boxes in the air. "But hey, you did manage to catch my attention for being the most annoying person I have ever met, so I'll give you that."

Kaiser raised his eyebrows, took a sip from the water bottle, and said, "Well, Prinzessin, catching your attention is just another bonus for me." You scoffed, "Smooth talker, aren't you? But like you said actions speak louder than words, so do me a favor and leave me alone, you are not the only one who has to work hard."

His eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he took a step closer, narrowing the distance between you. "Oh, I plan on proving myself in more ways than one. Consider this just the beginning." With that, he went back to the others, leaving you to wonder whether he was genuinely committed to improving or just enjoying getting under your skin.

Deciding to continue your work – which for now was to arrange the water and the towels ready for the players – paying no mind to the world around you, until you felt a hand on your shoulder, thinking it was Kaiser again, but it was your uncle - the head coach. His touch was firm yet comforting, a familiar presence amidst the chaos made by the young athletes.

You turned around, a mixture of surprise and relief coloring your expression. Your uncle, Franz Bauer, wore a knowing smile that hinted comfort “How are you doing so far, Y/N? Is something or rather someone bothering you?” He spoke in a low, reassuring tone. You took a moment to collect your thoughts, grateful for your uncle's concern, but you found it strange how he always knows and notices when you have trouble.

"I'm managing, Uncle Franz," you replied, a faint smile on your lips. "Just the usual, dealing with boys my age. Nothing that I can't handle."

His gaze held a depth of understanding, and as he nodded at you. "I appreciate the help. You know, you remind me of my younger self because I too was an errand kid."

He wanted something from you, and you knew it by the way he started to talk about how much you were like him as a child. He always does it. "Just get to the point. Is there anything specific you want me to do?"

Franz laughed slightly ”You do catch up quickly,” his voice dropping to a confidential tone. "I've been observing you, and I can't help but notice the way you look at the team, wanting to comment on the formations, the positions, and the players themselves. I've been thinking about expanding your role in the team, perhaps as an assistant coach."

The proposition caught you off guard, and your eyes widened in surprise. "Assistant coach? Uncle, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not sure I have the experience for that."

He placed a hand on your shoulder again, a reassuring squeeze. "Well, you will be an assistant coach in training. Experience is gained through opportunities, Y/N. I see potential in you, a natural talent." your eyes widen suddenly “So, for the rest of the training session, you will be the boss.”

“But I-” he cut you off by standing behind you and pushing you forward “No objections, or I'll call your parents to pick you up. You don’t want that, right?” having no time to answer, you were next to the other coaching staff as your uncle gave a thumbs up from the benches with water and towels. That old bastard Well, you better be here training some naive and arrogant footballers, than being home studying economics.

Taking a deep breath, you accepted the challenge, even if you didn't want to. As you stepped onto the field, the weight of the whistle in your hand felt foreign, yet empowering. The players eyed you curiously, some exchanging glances, unsure of what to make of this sudden change. Gathering the team you began to give orders. "You will go against the first team and clash with amazing players like Noel Noa, Thomas Muller, Manuel Neuer and Joshua Kimich. But let go of the thoughts about the big bad wolves chasing you - you shall become the chaser." Your uncle watched from the sidelines as if he knew something you didn't. "So for starters, we are changing the formation to 4-2-3-1 as Kaiser will be the top of the attack, Ness you will be the attacking midfielder so you gotta keep an eye on blondie over here, but also beware of your rivals. "

The players exchanged glances again, as Kaiser and Ness shared a look - shocked at your words. Is this even going to work? Is she for real? You took a moment to gauge their reactions before continuing. "Remember, this is a training session, and mistakes are welcomed. Now, destroy them."

As the training progressed, the intensity of the practice match increased, with each player giving their best to impress you. As the team executed the adjusted formation, you observed them. Kaiser made strategic moves upfront, Ness showcased skillful ball control, and the defense held its ground against the opponents.

In a surprising turn of events, the U-20 team began to dominate the match. GOAL, As you blew the final whistle after Kaiser scored the 5th and final goal of the game, ending practice. He looked at you, and again with that smile - full of self-confidence. You wanted to throw the whistle at his stupid-looking face. The sidelines erupted in cheers from the staff as your uncle gave you an approving nod, acknowledging the success of your "coaching debut", approaching you with a proud smile. "See, Y/N? You have it in you. You made them believe in the impossible about beating the old dogs, and they did it."

After the game, the players gathered around for a brief post-match discussion. The atmosphere was a mix of exhaustion and triumph. Kaiser, still riding the high of his decisive goal, approached you with a smirk.

"Well, well, well, Y/N. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd make me the star of the show," he said putting his arm on your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to let his teasing get to you. "This was just a practice match. Let's see if you can replicate this performance in a real game."

He chuckled, "Oh, I plan on it. Just watch, Y/N."

Ness, who had been listening to the conversation, chimed in, "I have to admit, I didn't think this would work, but it did. Maybe you're not as clueless as I thought."

You shot him a glare, "Yeah, thanks Ness." The purple-haired grinned, "No problem. Just keeping you on your toes."

As the midfielder went away, sensing that his partner wanted alone time with you, Kaiser lingered for a moment, a more genuine expression on his face. "You know, Y/N, for a moment there, I almost thought you enjoyed it. Admit it being in charge, making your own choices..."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Kaiser. This was just one game. We'll see how things go in an actual game."

Kaiser looked at you, his grip tightening. "Fair enough. But, if you ever need to test some tactics, you know where to find me~."

You scoffed, removing his hand from your shoulder, "I'm not going to Hell, thank you." he continued to look at you in a way unknown to you, making you feel kinda strange "Well, maybe just a quick visit. You might find it surprisingly pleasant." You rolled your eyes again, but there was something in your chest that you were very unfamiliar with. "I'll consider it, but this doesn't mean I like you or anything."

The boy chuckled, a teasing sound coming from his lips. "Oh, I'm not expecting you to confess your undying love for me just yet, Y/N. But I have to admit, that was flattering." You shot him a skeptical look, feeling a little hot for some unknown reason. Are you getting sick? No, that shouldn’t be it, maybe is the adrenaline, yeah that’s it.

"Is that your idea of a compliment?" He shrugged, noticing how your checks started to turn red "Take it however you want. Just remember, I'm always up for a challenge, especially if it involves the impossible of winning you over, Erdbeere(Strawberry)."

You raised an eyebrow at the unexpected nickname, playing on your face. "Erdbeere? Really?"

Kaiser grinned, undeterred by your reaction. "It suits you. Sweet, but with a bit of a bite. Plus, it's fun to see that tough exterior of yours crack a little."

You sighed, realizing that arguing with him would only fuel his teasing. "Whatever. Just focus on keeping up with the same performance as today"

He winked playfully, "Oh, I'll keep up, Erdbeere. Count on it."

as Kaiser turned to leave, his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. The teasing smile on his face softened, revealing a hint of something more genuine. "See you tomorrow, Y/N," he said, his tone unexpectedly earnest.

You watched him go, and as the distance between you and him grew, you felt something. It was a feeling you couldn't quite describe, leaving you to question it.

Alone with your thoughts, you couldn't help but replay the conversation and the teasing remarks in your mind. Kaiser's parting words echoed, and the unexpected nickname he made up for you.

"Erdbeere," you whispered to yourself, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, you liked the sound of it - just maybe, you will let it slide this time.

WEEK 4 AFTER THE TRYOUTS:

After the whole fiasco with the practice match and the “Strawberry incident”, as you liked to call it, the work in the facility was getting harder - running left and right to do tasks, printing documents, ordering equipment, dealing with the teasing remarks of this annoyingly tall boy with long gold locks and light blue eyes deep as the ocean you will let him drown. If he was on fire and you had a bottle of water - you'd drink it in front of him. Yet, amid the chaos, Michael Kaiser always managed to appear, like a haunting ghost, ready to jumpscare you in the most unexpected time.

One day, rushing to deliver some documents to the medical unit, he appeared beside you. His smirk was infuriatingly present, and his voice dripped with playful arrogance.

"Running again, Y/N? You should consider joining the team as a midfielder with all that sprinting you're doing." You shot him a warning look "Maybe if you spent less time making comments and more time working, we'd get things done faster."

Kaiser chuckled, unbothered. "Ah, but where's the fun in that? I'm just trying to lighten the mood, you are always so stressed."

"Your idea of 'fun' is questionable." you said, trying to ignore the strange flutter in your stomach that his teasing somehow managed to evoke.

As you reached the department of the medical unit, you thought you finally got rid of him. However, fate had other plans. On your way back, he appeared again, blocking your way. His tall frame casted a shadow over you, and his mischievous smile widened.

"Michael, move." you demanded with the use of his first name, trying to sound stern, but he merely leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

"What's the rush, Y/N? Can't I talk to my amazing assistant coach?" he retorted, his eyes never leaving yours.

Annoyed, you attempted to sidestep him, but he effortlessly mirrored your movements. It became a silent dance, a game of cat and mouse in the narrow corridor. Every step you took, he countered, maintaining his blockade.

"Are you always this stubborn, or is it just for me?" he teased, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Seriously, Kaiser, this isn't funny," you protested, feeling the irritation building up.

But he remained still, his teasing facade never fading. "Come on, now, Don't lie to yourself, you secretly enjoy our little meetings. The way your eyes light up when you see me says it all."

You scoffed, sticking out your tongue, "In your dreams." Deciding you'd had enough, you abruptly turned on your heel and started walking in the opposite direction. To your dismay, he followed, like a persistent shadow. The facility's corridors echoed with the sound of your hurried footsteps and his leisurely ones behind you until the two of you found yourselves in an empty, dimly lit room.

"Honestly what's your deal? Are you stalking me now? You like stalking girls? That's disgusting." you accused, narrowing your eyes.

He chuckled, leaning his back to the wall once again, while you were in the center of the room. "Stalking is such a harsh word. Let's call it... coincidental alignment of paths."

You groaned, turning to leave. However, in your haste, you tripped over your own feet and stumbled forward. In a split second, Kaiser went off the wall as he reached out his hands attempting to catch you mid-fall. Despite his efforts, fate had its way again, and you both fell, as you landed on top of him. Your arms were at the sides of his head, and your legs wrapped around his torso.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, your eyes widened in surprise, your face millimeters from his, your lips slightly parting as you felt your whole body burning as your heart raced to the rhythm of an unspoken melody. Seeing his features closer, he was beautiful, and now you are the one drowning in the deep blue ocean that his eyes painted. You didn't know what was going on — you didn't know what emotions you were going through, as Kaiser's arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, an unfamiliar but very welcomed warmth spread over your body.

"I-I didn't mean to—this wasn't what I—"

"I've heard of falling for someone, but this is taking it quite literally," He teased, breaking the silence with his flirting, snapping you out of your trance.

You struggled to maintain your composure as you shuttered, attempting to push yourself off him. "G-get off me," your heart continued its upbeat dance, and you couldn't shake off the vivid image of his blue eyes that seemed to have cast a spell on you. 

"Technically, you are on top of me, Prinzessin" blushing furiously as Kaiser's teasing smirk only fueled your embarrassment, making you wish the ground would swallow you whole. The room felt like it had turned into a sauna, the tension thick enough to be cut off with a knife.

Just as the bickering reached its peak, the door swung open, and Ness, the ever-curious magician, stood in the doorway. His eyes widened at the scene before him, feeling a little confused at the sight.

"Oh sorry, am I interrupting something?" Ness quirked an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between Y/N and Kaiser. The two of you exchanged a quick, panicked glance, unsure of how to respond. "Yes/No!," Kaiser and you blurted out, your faces turning even redder. Kaiser, unfazed by the interruption, grinned, while you desperately tried to stay calm as possible.

Ness raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on his lips. "Really? Because it looks like I walked in on a very romantic moment of your little play. Do I need to put on some slowed music?" He walked into the room, closing the door behind him as he continued to stare at the two of you. "I had no idea I was walking into a romantic drama." You shot a glare at Kaiser, who only winked in response. Trying to divert the attention, you stammered, "N-no, Ness, it's not what you think. We were just..." Your voice trailed off as you struggled to come up with a plausible excuse.

He, on the other hand, couldn't resist. "Well, it depends on your definition of interrupting." Ness chuckled, sensing the tension in the air. "Alright, alright, I'll leave you two to your... whatever this is."  The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by your attempts to get up from Kaiser. "We were just, uh, having a disagreement," you finally managed to say, avoiding eye contact with both Ness and Kaiser.

Kaiser, ever the charmer, grinned at Ness. "Disagreements can be quite physical, apparently." Ness shook his head, still grinning. "Well, carry on, then. I'll just pretend I didn't see anything." As he left the room, he couldn't resist adding, "But next time, maybe lock the door." As the door closed behind Ness, you let out a breath you didn't realize were holding. Kaiser, however, couldn't help but laugh. "Quite the entrance, huh? Maybe we should argue more often."

Rolling your eyes at Kaiser's comment, you finally managed to free yourself from his grasp as you stood up in the fastest way possible, and he also rose from the ground. "Arguing more often? I think once is more than enough," you retorted, shooting him a disapproving look. Kaiser, still grinning, stretched lazily and got up from the floor. Ness's interruption had shifted the atmosphere in the room, and you couldn't shake off the embarrassment that lingered. "Thanks a lot for that," you muttered, shooting Kaiser another glare.

Seemingly unbothered, he placed a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Me? I didn't do anything. Ness just has unpredictable timing." He winked again, causing you to shake your head in disbelief. "Unpredictable timing, my foot. When will you stop with all of this? I can’t even have one peaceful day without you talking to me and saying all these things that you probably don’t even mean. Does it feel nice to play with someone’s feelings?"

Kaiser's smile faltered for a moment, his lively expression fading away as he saw yours. "Maybe I overdo it sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't care."

You studied him for a moment, unsure whether to believe his sincerity or dismiss it as another one of his tricks. "Actions speak louder than words, Kaiser. If you genuinely care, maybe try showing it in a way that doesn't involve constant teasing and sarcasm."

The tension between you and him lingered as you both stared into each other's eyes trying to find answers locked in the depth of your souls. Finally, you decided it was time to leave "I'm going to go find Ness and make sure he doesn't go spreading any rumors," you announced, turning to leave the room. As you walked away, your mind was a swirling mess of emotions—something you couldn’t tell. He was still vivid in your thoughts, causing a knot to tighten in your stomach. As you looked behind, he was still there dusting off his clothes.

You furrowed your brows, awaiting the unknown territory of your own feelings. The warmth creeping into your cheeks and the soft tears started to paint over your face like rain. It was an unfamiliar sense, leaving you questioning the source. Was it just fire or something deeper that can get you burned?

1 WEEK LATER:

As the days passed, you found yourself avoiding him, unsure of what to think or feel. Everything was so messed up, that you barely slept or ate - when you were not helping your uncle in the faculty, you were at school, where suddenly your grades dropped, and you made excuses for your teachers and friends that you were busy with work - which is partly not a lie but not the whole truth either. Everyone sensed that something was troubling you, even so, you'd rather not tell a single living soul about it all. You couldn't escape the memories of that day, replaying the moment in your mind like a broken record.

Lost in thought, you didn’t realize that someone was next to you as you continued to pour water into the already full bottle that was overflowing over the sink until the person in question shook you by the shoulders. Without much reaction you turned around, your gaze clearly showing the sadness and lifelessness all over your face, you were tired of thinking about him. Your focus returned, the person in front of you was your uncle who was visibly worried about you. "What's going on, my dear? You know you can share everything with your old man" he said, the pain in his eyes to see his niece so down for the past week “It’s nothing … I am just trying to manage school and work.” Another lie left your lips.

Uncle Franz placed a gentle smile on his face. "I've known you since you were a kid. I can see through that facade. Something's eating you inside, and it's more than just school and work. Talk to me." You sighed, the weight of the past week bearing down on you. "It's just complicated, Uncle. I don't know how to put it into words."

He guided you to sit down at the bench near the sink, "Try me. I might be old, but I've been around the block a few times. I am sure it’s a boy problem. Because your mother was the same when she met your dad.”

How does he know it’s about a boy? Honestly, that was shocking to hear. Does he know about the strange situationship between you and Kaiser? Well, you hope he doesn't. Taking a deep breath, you began, "There's this boy, that I met not long ago, and let's say some things happened, and now I'm stuck in this mess. I can't escape it, and it's tearing me apart."

Your uncle listened intently, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Love can be a tricky thing, my dear. But keeping it all bottled up inside won't help. Who is this guy, and what happened?" Is that what they call love? Feeling this way because it's terrible not knowing what you want from yourself—you hesitated to answer, unsure if you want to share the details. "It's just someone, not a big deal."

“It’s Michael, isn’t it?” Your eyes widened upon your uncle’s question, and your eyes started to water, as you tried your best not to cry again. Starting to have a thing for someone is a hell of a ride, so you are going to play dumb "I don't know a person by that name." Not that dumb.

Uncle Franz leaned back. "You can deny it all you want, my dear, but your eyes just told me everything I needed to know." Feeling a mix of embarrassment, you laughed nervously, “I think you should go and get your eyes checked, you are starting to see things.” he looked at you with raised eyebrows, apparently he didn't believe you - no one would in those circumstances.

"Okay, maybe it is Michael. But it's complicated. He's so confusing, and I don't even know what he wants."

Uncle Franz patted your head ruffling your hair, "You don't know because you haven't tried talking to him. You should not be scared; just do what your heart wants.” and maybe he was right, he was always right. You just smiled at him, whipping your tears, letting him know you would try - someday eventually. “But if he hurts you one more time, we will have serious problems.” You laughed nervously, should you be scared or just revealed - guess there's one way to find out.

He stood up from the bench looking at you once more "Now cheer up and come with me, there is something I need to tell everyone on the team” and you also went with him, going into the field where they practiced.

A whistle signaled it was time for a break. Everyone gathered around the benches as you stayed closely behind your uncle, who clapped his hands, turning everyone's attention onto him, except for the boy with the blond hair who was looking at you. He took a good look at you - first at your lips, which were stuck together like a solid line, then your eyes, they shimmered with traces of sadness, yet beneath the surface, something else lingered, revealing your soul. Each glance reflected the emotions within your heart. Have you been crying? Is it because of me? He couldn't shake the feeling that he was probably the reason for your sorrow. As the others chatted, he found himself unable to look away, his attention remained fixed on you, trying to ignore the questions swirling in his mind. 

“Even if it’s a friendly game with Dortmund’s U-20, we should give our best, okay? Make sure to get enough sleep and don’t skip your meals, it’s important to have your body and mind in top shape.” your uncle's voice spoke once more as the rest of the team could be heard agreeing on the upcoming friendly game with the club's biggest rival “And Kaiser you better be excellent, no missing targets, no missing shots, no mistakes. I want you to be focused next week, on the maximum output, got it?” then the coach addressed him specifically, and for the first time, Kaiser was somewhat frightened by his look, which held something very personal against him. “Yes, sir. I will do my best” he replied, masking his uneasiness with confidence. “Good, now the training is over. You can go to your dorms and rest.”

And with that, everyone scattered, leaving just the two of you, feeling his gaze still lingering on. His blue eyes seemed to be looking into your soul, he knew what was wrong with you and that he was the reason behind it all. He wanted to apologize to you, he really did, but something was stopping him and he didn't know what exactly. Come on, say something. Alas nothing came out from his mouth, and you just turned and left without saying a word, even if you wanted to talk to him too — you didn't, leaving him with his feeling of guilt.

A FEW DAYS LATER:

The day for the team to leave for Dortmund came, as there were no problems with the flight, but now you were at the hotel, where a big misunderstanding occurred. Being part of the female staff, you had to share a room with one of them, but the hotel receptionist thought you were part of the boy’s team, being a teenager. While everyone was settled, you stayed in the lobby as your uncle talked with the hotel staff, and Ness and Kaiser stood across from you on the sofa. The two of them were talking, and you were lost in thoughts about whether a room would be found for you. 

Your uncle returned from the reception "The problem is solved," he said as you were more than happy to go to your room and enjoy some alone time, "But you will have a room tomorrow, because some of the guests will be leaving then," and your smile faded away, faster than it appeared.

At that moment, Ness nudged Kaiser's shoulder signaling him to act, "I can share my room with you." the striker offered, the keys hanging from his hand with a slight smile on his face. Your eyes widened when you heard the offer. “Absolutely no-”

"Fine, but no funny business." your uncle cut you off, as you looked at him with the most shocked face, your gaze met Kaiser's who had been staring at you this whole time. They can't be serious, you thought, Uncle Franz can't be serious. You mentally facepalmed yourself, having enough headaches, this was just the icing on the cake.

Of all people of course it was him. What did you do in your past life to end up in such situations? Did you murder someone, poison a royalty, or haven’t paid your debt — well you sure are paying it now. 

You got up and took the keys from his hand, eyeing him suspiciously, as you got your luggage and went to the elevator before telling him not to bother you. Well, that wasn't the conversation Kaiser hoped to have with you, but it's still something. He turned to look at your uncle, now that you were not here. “Coach, are you sure this is going to work?” 

Franz chuckled, patting Kaiser on the shoulder. "Sometimes, putting people in unexpected situations helps them see things differently. Who knows, maybe sharing a room will sort the things between you two."

The boy sighed, unsure about how this would play out, as Ness patted him on the back "I just hope she doesn't make this more difficult than it already is."

“And I hope you won’t do anything more than talking. Like I said earlier, no funny business.” Kaiser just nodded “I promise."

Meanwhile, you were in the elevator, still processing the fact that you had to share a room with Kaiser, good thing you won’t sleep on the same bed. As the elevator arrived at your floor you took a deep breath and walked down the corridor, finding the room that matched the key. Opening the door, you were greeted with a very beautiful interior, a nice view of the lively night in Dortmund and ... one bed. Great, things can’t get any worse, can they? 

Placing your suitcase by the bed, opening it and pulling out your pajamas. You started to undress when you heard the door open, seeing wisps of blonde hair. Panicking you raised your voice to him not to enter the room as you were still in your underwear. God, how many awkward situations are there to overcome.

Kaiser froze at the door, his hand still on the handle, as he realized the awkward situation he had just walked into. "Sorry" he quickly averted his gaze. "I didn't know you were... I'll just wait outside.” He said, closing the tiny gap he left open. 

You put on your pajamas faster than Usain Bolt can run. Once you were ready you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you went to open the door to let him enter. It was his room after all, you can't keep him outside even if you wanted to.

As you opened the door, Kaiser stood there, his cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, so were yours "I'm sorry about that," he apologized again  "I should have knocked, or... I don't know, you should have locked the door. You know, it could have been some stranger.”

Well he was right, you should have locked the door and kept him outside to sleep on the carpet in the hallway. You didn't say anything, you just went and sat on the bed picking up the phone to check the time [22:22] well better make a wish. You ignored him as he sat on the other side of the bed so you were back to back. 

Kaiser cleared his throat, breaking the silence, “I brought you this” he said, handing you a bar of chocolate, still faced with his back. As you took the chocolate you couldn't help but notice the warmth that was forming in your heart, despite the awkwardness. "Thanks," you muttered, feeling a bit guilty for your initial reaction earlier "I'm sorry too," you finally spoke up, turning slightly to face him. "I didn't mean to be rude to you. Well, maybe I did because you deserved it.”

He turned to face you, a small smile on his lips. "It's alright,Y/N”  he said softly, turning around as his eyes met yours. You agreed, offering him a smile too. "So, uh, I'll just go get changed in the bathroom, and then we can go to sleep." You nodded your head again watching as he got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. As the door closed behind him, you let out a big sigh, silence enveloping you again. You decided to start making the bed while he was getting changed. Putting the extra pillows between the mattress, marking the ‘territory’ as you lay down and curled up under the covers of your part. 

You heard the door open and then his footsteps approaching, looking up from the barricade he wore a plain white shirt that was more loose, revealing more of his blue rose tattoo, it was a beautiful design you can't lie, and a pair of black shorts. He too looked at the pillowed wall, then at you with raised brows. “If you don't want to share a bed, I can sleep on the couch.” 

“Not that I don't want to, but the couch is too small and neither you nor I can sleep comfortably on it. So that's why I put pillows in the middle, you have your part, and I have mine.” you explained, leaving him a little bit hurt because of this separation, but whatever you are comfortable with, of course. “Well, sure”

He got under his covers, trying to get cozy but the wall next to him was something he wanted to remove. How much longer are you going to hide from him? Did you hate him so much that you didn't want to see him, in the room where you both were? Guess he will talk to you tomorrow.

No, fuck that. He isn't a scaredy cat anymore, he is not the mentally weak person who constantly gave up on things he believed to be impossible. Because the chance to make it up with you is now — it's not tomorrow, it's not the next day, week, month or year. It's now.

He sat up and removed the one pillow that was separating you from seeing your faces. Catching you, closing your eyes, observing your expression how you tried to keep this innocent sleeping face, and how your chest raised with every breath. You were a good assistant and 'architect', but not a good actress.

“Y/N, I know you are not sleeping,” he whispered your name, his voice soft and full of emotion. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, well he got you no point of pretending now. “Let's discuss everything that has happened so far. We are all alone here, no one to interrupt us.”

You sat up too,leaning back on the wooden frame, hugging your knees beneath the fluffy cover. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and warm. He noticed your nervousness, and he reassured you, with a smile "It's okay, You can tell me anything." His voice was soothing, making you calm down. 

You took a deep breath, struggling to form the words you had been holding back for so long. Your heart raced as you finally found the courage to speak, “I... I've been wanting to say... that I... I..." your voice trailed off, the words catching in your throat as you fought against your fear, this was meant to be an easy task, just to talk it out and end of story. But love is no easy task, it's a challenge that you either take and win or leave with the feeling of despair after the loss. You met his gaze, seeing nothing but love reflected back at you. 

“I like you,” you finally confessed “And I didn't know what to do after all the bickering we had, you left me questioning my entire existence. Making me feel all giddy and nervous, making me confused about your own intentions.” you felt a weight lift off your chest, he listened absorbing every word you uttered.

The soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he reached out to cup your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I like you too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying a weight of sincerity that warmed your heart. "More than you can imagine."

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and comfort he offered. "I'm sorry for everything," he murmured, his gaze filled with remorse and affection. "I never meant to hurt you. I didn't know how to approach you properly, and I wanted you to notice me. I wanted you to have eyes only for me and no one else, to think only of me. The only impossible challenge was to make you fall in love with me, but I don’t think I have to worry anymore ."

You shook your head gently, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his, feeling the warmth of his hand. You hesitated when your lips brushed against his own. You froze. What were you doing, kissing Michael Kaiser? You weren’t even sure if all the hatred you used to hold for him was now gone. He breathed in deeply. “Can I?" You took a moment of thought before you nodded, his hands now cupping your cheeks. His hands were so gentle, but the way he kissed you was not so much. It was like he was starving for you, the kiss sloppy, his tongue licking your lips, trying to taste all of you. 

By the time he stopped, you forgot how to breathe, taking in a deep breath, and so did he. Despite how hot and hungry that kiss was—perhaps even able to fulfill a person's hunger for another—he was still starved for more. His lips brushed against yours once more, this time, there was no hesitation on your part. You leaned into the kiss, letting yourself get lost as you felt him smile.

His hands trailed down your arms as they settled on your waist, pulling you closer to him. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped up in each other's embrace. As the kiss deepened, passion flared between you, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment. His tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if trying to memorize the taste of you.

Time seemed not to exist anymore, as all that mattered was the feel of Kaiserl's lips against yours and the way his touch set your skin ablaze with desire. When the kiss finally ended, you were left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to catch your breath. And as you stared into each other's eyes and as they say, eyes are windows to the soul, you knew one thing for sure — he will forever be yours, and you will be forever his.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, making you arise from your deep slumber, slowly opening your eyes, trying to remember where you were. You had a very strange dream where you got to share a room with Kaiser and you two kissed. It was a nice dream indeed but things like this happened only in the romantic movies.

You wanted to go to the bathroom, but something stopped you from standing up. Confusion was encountered because why was there anything stopping you from getting up. As you took in your surroundings, the details of the dream flooded back to you—the shared room, the confession, and most importantly the unexpected kiss. It felt so vivid, so real, that it left you questioning whether was it really a dream. Looking down to see the force that kept you in a place came not from anyone - but from Kaiser himself. Wait a damn minute, Kaiser!?, you thought to yourself panicking in the process.

Reaching out and touching Kaiser's shoulder, half expecting him to vanish like a fragment of your imagination, but be was very much real , as his soft breathing and light snores reassured you that he was peacefully asleep. He turned around, pulling you down again, your back leaning against his chest, as the warmth of his embrace enveloped you like a comforting blanket. It wasn't a dream. You were indeed lying beside Michael Kaiser.

Wait, so the kiss is real? No, it can't be... right? A million questions ran through your head as you felt him rest his head on the crook of your neck. You suddenly went numb, but tried to see his face one more time, and to your suprise he blinked, trying to open his eyes, with a smile so angelic, for a person with such devilish persona.

"Good morning, Meine Liebe" he said, his voice husky and raspy. You couldn't help but blush at they way these words came out from him, "Good morning," you managed to reply, your own voice contracts to his was soft, barely above a whisper.

His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. "About last night..." he started, trailing off as if searching for the right words.

"Yeah?" you gulped, suddenly feeling scared about what he might say next. "I meant every word ," he confessed, his gaze locking with yours. "And I meant that kiss too." Your heart skipped a beat, realizing that everything didn't happened in dreamland. It was real, just like the feelings between the both of you.

"I... I don't know what to say," you admitted, feeling overwhelmed by his intense but loving gaze. "You don't have to," he assured you, moving the hand that rested behind your head to pinch the check he kissed you not a moment ago. "Just know that we are together from now on.”

As you absorbed his words, a mixture of disbelief and joy washed over you. 

"Together, huh?" you echoed, seeking confirmation in his eyes. Kaiser nodded, his expression serious yet filled with a warmth that melted your worries away. "Yes, together. Me and you, like a couple."

A wide smile broke across your face, and you couldn't contain the happiness within you. "I like the sound of it.” you replied, as he smiled back at you. "Glad to hear that, Erdbeere." As you settled back into the warmth of his embrace, a comfortable silence wrapped around both of you. 

"My uncle will kill you tho." Kaiser chuckled, as he played with your hair. "Don't worry about it, he won't."

Somewhere in the hotel restaurant, Uncle Franz was on the verge of killing the first thing he saw because Kaiser was late for breakfast, and so were you. “I am going to kill that boy.”

1 MONTH LATER:

Kaiser touched the strands of his overgrown and messy hair as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, "I need a change," he said to Ness, who was glad to do anything for his friend.

“Like a new hairstyle?” The magician asked, wondering what was wrong with his long hair. “Yeah, Y/N said that it was getting in the way, when we cuddled. And also tying it up while playing every second bothers me.”

“Well, I am willing to help, we should have scissors in the cupboards. Go sit while I find them.” the striker sat down in the chair in front of the mirror when his friend returned with the scissors.

With tentative snips and Ness transformed Kaiser's lion mane into a stylish cut, an improvised mullet you can say. As the blonde boy was looking at himself in the big bathroom mirror, and Ness admiring his final product a knock was heard from the door. You entered with a plastic bag full of snacks — it was their day off, so you thought you’d spoil them a little but.

Proudly, he turned to you, his girlfriend of one month, to hear your opinion. "Yes, definitely! And why not add something more? How about dying the mullet blue? It will match with your tattoo."

“Sounds nice, but we don't have blue dye right now.” Kaiser said, knowing that he will have to ask Ness to go to the store to buy one, “Don't worry, I do.” 

“Liebe, why do you carry hair dye in your bag?” he asked, surprised by the fact you had the item in your backpack “Well, I thought you would need one, intuition I guess.” No, it wasn't an intuition, he just talked everyday about wanting to dye his hair blue and you decided to carry a blue dye, just in case.

Women's intuition is a scary thing, he will know from now on not to mess up anything, because either way, you'll find out. But that was a worry for another day, now Kaiser was very happy with the end results. And it's the Michael Kaiser you will see from now on. 

7 YEARS LATER:

Inside a very beautiful and cozy home, you tried to catch your energetic daughter, Mikaela, who was bubbling with excitement as the day of her dad’s arrival from the football tournament marked on the calendar finally came. Her giggles filled the air as she darted around the house, her tiny feet pattering against the floor, as you yelled while holding your 9-month-old son Matteo in your arms, who was laughing and clapping his hands at the sight, as you attempted to catch the energetic 4-year-old girl. “Mika, please stop running around, or you will hurt yourself.”

“Mama, I can't hear you!” How can she take so much from him, but not me? Just as you attempt to hold onto her tiny hand, the doorbell chimes. "It's Daddy!" Mikaela rushes to the door tip-toeing to reach the handle of the metal and swings it open, revealing your husband standing there, a wide grin on his face at the sight of his daughter.

Kaiser's heart swells with joy at the sight of his daughter waiting for him at the door. He bends down to scoop her up in his arms, lifting her as she squeals with delight. "Hey there, my little princess!" he exclaims, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

As Mikaela showers him with hugs and kisses, Kaiser spots Matteo nestled in his wife's arms, a smile spreading across the baby's face as he reaches out his chubby arms towards his father. With a chuckle, Kaiser takes Matteo from you, exchanging a loving glance before enveloping you in a warm embrace, holding you close as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

But their tender moment is interrupted by Mikaela's voice piping up, "Daddy, what about me?" she pouts, her arms outstretched towards her father. Kaiser laughs heartily, balancing Matteo in one arm as he bends down to scoop Mikaela up into his arms once more. He showers her with kisses, making her giggle as he sets her down, as she eagerly reaches out for the brightly wrapped present he’s been hiding behind his back, giving you some time to see each other up close, and not from the small telephone screen.

But before Mikaela can even fully enjoy her new toy, Matteo starts wriggling in his arms. "My little boy missed me too, right?" he coos, as the baby starts laughing from happiness, kicking his little feet, "See Y/N, I told you he is a future football star. Look at that kick!"

As Kaiser holds Matteo, you wrap your arms around him again. "Welcome home, my love," you whisper, giving his lips a little peck. Kaiser returns the embrace, holding you close as he breathes in the familiar scent of home. Just when you think the moment couldn’t get any sweeter, Mikaela pipes up, tugging at Kaiser’s sleeve. "Daddy, what about me? I want more kisses too!" she exclaims, puckering her lips in exaggerated anticipation.

Kaiser chuckles warmly, bending down to scoop Mikaela up once again. "Of course, sweetheart," he says, planting a flurry of kisses on her cheeks as she laughs at her father's teasing and you watch with a smile on your face your small loving family, and how you can't ask for more because you have him and you love him more than anything.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[egoistars]

HIIII I just saw your post about your event and thought I'll be silly and request smthing ^_^ ok sooo first time meeting ness ! 😯 (one shot or hc whichever you feel more comfy writing! <3) have a great dayyy (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠) ♪

ACADEMICALLY SMART BUT EXTREMELY STUPID alexis ness

aka. how u meet ness aka academic rivals to lovers but ness dont gaf bc hes just trying to #play #ball

you meet him at quite a young age and share a few things in common

ill fitting school uniforms and the wandering eyes of any child

while you find yourself fascinated by the numbers written on your teacher's chalkboard, ness is folding dinosaurs and stars on pieces of scrap paper, mumbling to himself

you didn't mind him and he didn't mind you

you guys were classmates and that was that

but then middle school came around and you started acting like you had a stick up your ass 24/7 as long as ness was around

like wtf that mf almost never studies why is he at the top of your class...

suddenly you get distracted in classes because you're focused on drawing mini ness figures with fat x's covering his face and devil horns

ness sees this one day after your notebook fell to the ground and at first is like omg!!! cute drawing of me as a fantasy creature but then he was like wait what the fuck why do they have it out for me????

he barely thought about you until then but apparently you've developed a passionate hatred for him just because he scores higher grades

he still has no clue

you are FUMING

so you start studying even more if that's even possible

while you go to your schools library to bust your ass in the textbooks ness goes outside with a ball he managed to shove into his bag and starts kicking it around

ness: :D ball!!!! no school!!! ball :D

you: KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF

after one particularly hard test that you flopped (it was like an 80% be serious) you caved in and asked ness with help studying

he looked at the material and was like man idk it just makes sense

little boy thought you were going to punt him into hell like he does with his football

him, terrified out of his mind and just wanting to go to his football club meeting, sits down and looks at the material

you show him your notes and he quickly explains it but is running late on time

he gives you his number and says hes going to text you help

you went home that day like ???? that dude lied to me he isnt sending me shit ??? before it clicked

he does not text you because he does not have your number... he gave you his number...

so you swallow your pride and shoot him a message, begging for help a second time in the same day and on his end, he laughs at you a little but offers to call

you guys work on the subject for a good couple hours and before you hang up, you offer to study together for future exams because he's admittedly a good teacher

ness is trying to find a way to say "no thanks i don't care about school good luck tho XD ROFL LOLLLLL" but then he realizes that it's going to make his parents trust him a little more

he accepts and you guys go to the library together once a week

he finds that you're actually kind of funny and cool and not just a human bomb that's plotting his death

he tries to be slick about offering to meet more often

"oh... this unit is a lot more difficult than the last one.... you wanna heh.... come back tomorrow? *gulp*"

"ok"

"WOOOO"

one day ness told you he was going to try out for bastard munchen and you somewhat knew of them because of ness going on tangents about football

you supported him on it, not realizing it would cut down your weekly meetings

suddenly there was an alexis-shaped-hole in your chest but you didn't want to admit it to him

and for alexis, there was a you-shaped-hole in his chest that he tried to fill by training with kaiser and the rest of bastard munchen

yes, the team was filled with dicks, but none of them had the same foul personality you had!!

texts dvery day checking up on each other but it was nothing like hanging out in person

calls were better but still not the same

as soon as he heard about his first off day, he called you and asked to hang out

you tried to be nonchalant about it but who were you kidding both of you guys wanted to see each other again

although the directions of life the two of you were headed towards were almost polar opposites, being reunited at a stupid library table for the first time in months was all that mattered

[aikuse]

ALL ROADS LEAD BACK TO YOU | 2,508 words (~20 minutes reading time). afab!reader, toxic!oliver (but not in the way you think), abandonment, degradation, complicated relationships, mentions of bisexual!oliver, nipple play, cunnilingus (reader!receiving), praising, missionary, penetrative sex (safe sex is implied), multiple orgasms, creampie, claiming if you squint

author's notes: i wrote this in a fever at like 3am and thanks to @aikuwus for the smol inspiration *dances* my poor emotionally stunted boy...how i am enraptured by you~

-> taglist: @qichun @suyacho @fuyuswifey @stunies -> join the taglist!

it’s so late.

you’re blearily blinking open your eyes as you hear your phone going off. you only have it go off for emergency contacts. who the hell is calling you at three o’clock in the morning? who would?

you don’t bother reading the caller ID. instead, you choose to pick up. because whoever it is, it’s clearly an emergency. something’s wrong. something has to be—

“hey, lovely.”

your entire body freezes like ice.

“aiku? what the fuck.”

“miss me? was thinkin’ of you.”

you rub at your eyes with the heels of your hand. “didn’t you just play a game today? what are you doing awake? it’s almost three in the morning, isn’t it?”

there’s a sigh on the other end. “maybe. yeah, okay, it is.”

there’s a tension between you two that you haven’t felt before. something he’s not saying, which is a first. your toes tap dance against the cold floor as you sit up, pushing the covers off of your body.

“are you gonna explain why you woke me up, or are you gonna just breath on the other side of the line instead?”

a choked laugh echoes through the phone. “fuck you. no, i won’t. i’m feeling sentimental. kind of shitty, too, if i’m being honest.”

you know the result from today. it was bad. a complete shitshow. bastard munchen managed to claim the win, and you know oliver is feeling the soreness. he always manages to, after all; he always thinks he runs the world, and therefore causes all the problems that the world runs into. it’s sad, honestly, seeing him so vulnerable even if he’s on the other end of the line—

“i need you.”

“what?”

he pauses, before stating his sentence again, with even more intensity.

you bark out a laugh. “really?” you comment, “you could have anyone you want, and yet you’re here barking up this tree instead. what makes you think i want you?”

you can feel his smirk through the phone. you’re being bratty; you know you are. his voice is so silky as he degrades you, your thighs clenching together.

“because nobody else would pick up the fucking phone, and you did. you need someone to take care of you, yeah? haven’t gotten fucked enough while i’ve been gone, probably. haven’t had someone rail you till your eyes roll into the back of your head, yeah? haven’t—“

“enough.” your tone is ice. he stops immediately.

“what do you want?”

“you. here. now.”

“how? you’re—“

“i’ll call a cab. i don’t care. i need you here.”

something is swelling in your chest; you don’t live far, you could probably walk to the hotel he’s at. you know which one, you shamelessly stalked it on your scrolling earlier seeing the paparazzi snipping photos in his face with the hotel’s logo blazing into the background.

it’s a bad idea. a horrible idea, really.

your shoes are already on your feet before he mentions he’s booked you a taxi. you’re out the door when he says its arrived. there’s no resistance; when oliver calls, you answer. even if you don’t want to, you settle into the plush seats of the taxi as it speeds down the road, lights flashing across the windows. even at three in the morning, there’s people wandering the streets, exiting pubs as they swing hands across shoulders and press kisses to cheeks.

you wish that was you and him. it will never be, but you can always dream.

your fist clenches. this is a bad idea. it’s always a bad idea and you do it anyway.

fuck.

you get to the hotel in record time, and you manage to breeze through the lobby. he’s not there to greet you, can’t risk someone seeing him and you. it’d ruin his playboy demeanor he’s put up so well to the press; he can’t tarnish that now, you know that. you’re used to it.

his door appears suddenly in your vision, the elevator ride completely spaced out of your mind. you don’t even get a chance to knock before you hear the latch flip and large hands grabbing you, pulling you in roughly, the door slamming behind you and your back pressing against the soft wood moments after.

you meet his gaze.

oliver has always had such an intimidating gaze. it’s like everything he sees is prey to him; an apex predator, ready for his next kill, which so happens to be you.

but there’s something else.

it’s not so obvious that you notice it immediately, but rather it shows itself as your eyes linger over his own, scanning his face before returning his stare.

“you’re sad.” it comes out as an observation, not a question. you tilt your head as you say it, feeling yourself falling into those pits of green and purple. like two twin crazed-colored planets, drawing you in under his spell, commanding you to obey and give him what he wants. it feels…good. Nice, even.

he doesn’t even deny it. “yes.”

you cup his cheeks; he hasn’t shaved in a few months, bristle covering his skin, close to his shitty mustache you always make fun of him for. “what do you need?”

“you. everywhere.”

you nod. “okay.”

your clothes come off so quickly that you may as well have not worn any of it, your back slamming into the mattress as he climbs on top of you. he’s dressed in nothing but boxers, fully prepared for you, his cock straining against the fabric as he grinds against you, lips crushed to your own. you can feel it against your leg; and the burn in your stomach seems to match his fervor.

kissing oliver is like a competition; almost everything about sex is, to him, but this was another level of passion. he’s oddly gentle, not as aggressive as he usually is, as if he’s drinking in your taste. his tongue slides into your mouth, licking along your teeth, a moan spilling from your throat as his hands move to wrap around your waist, holding you to the bed. pinning you beneath him.

“god, you taste fucking delicious,” he rasps into your mouth. you can’t help but feel a sense of pride flip in your stomach as you feel his grinding motions become steadily more erratic, needing to be inside of you. like he’s holding himself back. “i brushed my teeth,” you say simply, “thought you wouldn’t call.”

he doesn’t miss a beat. “you should’ve expected this.”

“should i? usually you need someone else—“

“no.”

you pause, then, and he moves a hair away from you so you can look at him again. the expression on his face catches you completely off guard; it’s vulnerable.

“fuck, i—i always think of you, you know?” he begins, and you let him pepper kisses across your neck as he does so, his voice so sweet in your ears. you have a hard time believing him, but for tonight, you let him ramble. you let him say whatever he wants; and tomorrow, you can do damage control. you can pick up the pieces then as you always do. because as much of a fucking ass that oliver is, you do love him.

it’s a fated connection. a tragic one.

“i always think of you instead. whenever i’m with someone else, it’s never them i see. it’s you.” he reaches your nipple, tongue swirling around it, your chest curving to meet his mouth.

“you’re so perfect. i can’t—i can’t get enough. i will never be able to have enough.”

you hum. any addition from you will ruin the moment; will make him think about what he’s saying, will make him backtrack and treat you like he usually does; like a hole he needs to fuck into to feel relief. just for tonight, you add nothing. no quips, no bratty replies, no retorts. you simply let him take what he needs.

he carries on downwards, pulling your underwear off as he follows it with his lips, open mouthed kisses and nips causing your body to curve and twist in his grip. you can’t help the noises you’re making now; they’re filthy. the way he is able to elicit the exact reactions he needs from you is sickening; there’s too much time spent together between you both, too much time with his head spent between your legs and vice versa.

at least it seems like he hasn’t gotten tired of it. yet.

“look at you,” you hear him say, craning your neck to look at him. he’s staring at your pussy, drenched already from the turmoil that is running through your veins like fire, needing him so badly—

and then he’s licking, sucking, flicking his tongue against your clit and massaging your walls with fat fingers. he’s groaning, rutting against the mattress to get some sort of friction on his end as he drinks you in, pressing every button that makes you see white as you give a shout. “yeah, come for me,” you hear him growl, fingers pumping as you watch his tongue flick against you quicker than you can register. your thighs clamp around his head, your own falling to the mattress, wriggling underneath him.

“o-oliver—“

“fuck, keep coming, keep letting me taste you. please, keep letting me, i need it.”

he sounds like he’s referring to something else he needs, but the begging only makes you gush harder around him, your eyes screwed completely shut as you shudder, every wave racing through your system like a natural disaster. it’s truly incredible how he knows exactly where to press to get you to shudder around him; you’ve spent too much time together—

and then he’s pulling his pants down, not turning you onto your stomach like he normally does, his cock slapping his stomach as he pushes inside with a groan. he bends over you, your eyes finally being able to focus for a moment on him and breath stuttering in your chest as you see him looking at you. so deeply that you almost believe that it’s genuine.

his large hands entwine with your own on either side of your head as he rocks inside of you, your walls fluttering around him. his lips brush against your neck, then your collarbone, moving up to nip at your ear and back down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses across your chest. his voice is so soft, so gentle like his thrusts; weaseling their way into your brain and your core without any kind of restraint.

“love how you wrap around me, lovely,” you hear him drawl, somehow being able to keep his composure even as his body betrays him, picking up speed as he speaks, “fuck, you’re so good. you’re so good for me, so good—“

then he releases your hands, moving his own to grip your waist as his composure suddenly snaps. you feel it, just as aggressively as you feel another orgasm slam into you without warning. your eyes go wide, unfocused on everything but his stare as he slams into you. “yeah, fuck, give it to me,” you hear him growl, and there.

there’s the oliver you know. not caring about how hard he’s slamming into you, not caring about your comfort any more. it’s all about him now, and your soaking pussy is happy to milk him dry as it grips him like a vice, cries of his name falling from your lips as you feel him spill into you, joining you in ecstasy. “gonna fill you up so good,” he says, his voice raspy and shaky but laced with lust, “make y’feel so full of me. so full you can’t get me outta ya.”

you’re on the brink of passing out now, the amount of pleasure that’s assaulted your senses all too much to deal with. you know he knows, too; it’s always been that way, you not being able to last through his climax as he comes down, your chest pressing against his own as he heaves in air. the last thing you feel is his hands gripping your own again, a bristled kiss pressed against your sweaty neck. it feels…

it feels like home.

like a home you can never have.

sunlight streams in through the window as your eyes crack open. the pale orange light bastes the room in a pretty glow, pretty enough for you to simply bask in it and ignore the soreness of every muscle in your body. that’s how it was with oliver; he never left you feeling untouched, for better or worse.

you realize as you bury your face into the pillow again, that he’s gone.

there’s a faint warmth next to you, but it’s steadily evaporating as you turn over. the indent from where he was is still there, so he must have left recently, within the half hour at least. your hand reaches out weakly to press against the covers, as if doing so will telepathically remind him of what he left behind.

again, this is how it was with oliver. he didn’t stick around.

you manage to grab your phone that has been placed on the side table. you don’t recall putting it there yourself, and you know it’s his doing. that’s the ways he displays affection, something you believed he wasn’t capable of; you just weren’t looking hard enough. at least, that’s what you tell yourself; it’s easier that way.

there’s a few unread texts that you see appear; one is from sendo asking if you had a good night with a cheeky winking face, some others from friends asking where you are. then there’s a single one from oliver, which you’re afraid to open. what he said to you last night, on the phone and when you were here; your thighs twitch as you recall it. all honeyed words, you know it.

you open the thread anyway.

oli: had to leave early to catch the bus. told hotel staff to not disturb u.

you sit with that for a moment. do you respond? do you bother? why would you, it’s not like anything you say will change anything.

your fingers move before you can put your phone down. before you can make a stupid mistake.

thank you.

the three dots appear almost immediately.

oli: i’m sorry.

tears prick at your eyes. the first time he apologizes, and it’s after abandoning you for the upteenth time. all he does is uses you and leaves; but you know this well. you’re married to it in a sense. you can’t let him go, not when he’s dealing with so much. you need to be there for him even if it tears you apart, even if he pushes you away and discards you like you meant nothing to him.

because you know you mean something to him. he wouldn’t have called you if you didn’t. that could be a delusion, but you cling onto it anyway. it’s the only thing that’ll keep you from falling apart.

you text back, and he leaves you on read.

i know.

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[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part two

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 2.6k (2639)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part three!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

Sunlight enters with difficulty through the shutters. The cold climate due to the snow has, for a few days, found a heating solution due to the sudden hot sun that hit Milano

Your days, since you returned from the hotel 3 days ago, had essentially been made up of your bed and your sofa: you lay there for hours, your body tired and your mind full of thoughts that couldn't find a way to get out of your head

Kaiser had called you, but you hadn't answered. You had seen the phone ring so many times that at a certain point the ringtone no longer bothered you. Gabriel on the other hand, rather than a call, had given no other signs of life, and you didn't mind that, in fact you were relieved

You didn't know why you hadn't responded to Michael, or rather, you knew but you didn't want to talk about it. You knew very well that he would ask why you had sex, you would end up fighting and even the last person left close to you would disappear. Under these conditions, it was the least of your goals to get Kaiser away from you too

You sigh, reaching out just enough to grab the phone sitting on your bedside table. It was now 4pm and you hadn't gotten up yet, and your only way of still being in contact with the world was to turn on your cell phone from time to time. It was painful to see all the articles about you or Gabriel, but you couldn't stay confined to the world

You turn on your phone, the first news you see is about you and Kaiser. Because yes, in addition to the hundreds of thousands of articles about you and Gabriel, some also talked about how you and Kaiser left the hotel hand in hand. However, the situation had not become unmanageable, given that the media knew about the friendship that concerned you: everyone justified the gesture as a simple gesture of support on Kaiser's part. After all, he was famous too, he was still the main pawn and the most loved member of the Bastard Munchen. You were both known to the world for your beloved friendship that had bound you since you were teenagers

You turned off your phone almost immediately, already unnerved by the amount of articles you had seen in just a few minutes. You put down your phone to grab the remote control, which you point at the television to turn it on

The television turns on, showing a boring cooking Tv program. You change the channel for a few seconds, until your attention is focused on a match that is being played right now

The blond and blue hair stand out in the close-up of Kaiser when he scores a crazy goal. The Italian commentator goes crazy on the microphone, idolizing the Germany prodigy in every way he can. Kaiser celebrates his goal by showing off his beloved neck tattoo, while the stadium goes crazy for him and someone, who you recognize as Ness, jumps on his shoulders. You only remember now that Kaiser had mentioned this match, which would take place in Berlin against PxG, a French team. You remember that you talked about it absentmindedly, without paying who knows how much attention. But you talked about it

Lying on the bed, you find yourself staring at your best friend with an attention you don't always give him. Kaiser was certainly handsome, he was loved by his fan base for his talent as much as his looks

He was charismatic, he knew how to treat a woman and make her feel special. You had taught him this because you wanted him to treat well the girl he would one day marry. In reality, when you lived with him and you hadn't met Gabriel yet, a lot of gossip had flown that you were his girlfriend, that in reality the girl he proclaimed as his roommate and best friend was actually the woman he loved. At the time you weren't yet famous, and the gossip had sucked you in so much that it made you question how you actually viewed Kaiser. But the result was that you simply fell in love with Gabriel. In the back of your mind, you remembered that you had once actually liked Michael. Not as a best friend. Like a lover

You were still a teenager and had recently moved to Hamburg. Every time you saw Kaiser after weeks or months of being apart, your heart would explode with happiness when you hugged him again. You knew that, for a period at least a year long, you had seriously liked him. You had never declared yourself for the simple reason that the relationship was fine for you as it was, and therefore your feelings had slowly dissolved into the air. Everything had been natural

The whistle signals the end of the match. Bastard Munchen wins for the umpteenth time and the players celebrate among themselves, while journalists begin to descend on the field to interview the players. The commentator reserves a few words about today's match, but you don't listen to him; your attention is captured in the way Kaiser's goal is replayed, and then the screen switches to him, sweaty, smiling at the camera in a way only he can. You don't blame his fanbase for loving him, in some cases, even just purely for his looks. He's amazing and he knows he is

The match ends, the television broadcasts an advertisement. You stay still for a few seconds, realizing that maybe you should get out of bed, but the moment you put your feet in your slippers you get a call: you turn to the nightstand, where the name 'mihya ♡' stands out on the screen

You look at the phone. You didn't answer his last calls, you didn't even update him by text except to tell him that you were still alive. The match is over now, he should celebrate the victory with his teammates and talk to journalists about today, but why is he calling you?

You've been worrying him since he returned to Germany, you know that; he doesn't deserve it, because at the moment he is the only one who is actually caring about how you are, while accepting your rejection when you don't answer your calls. He actually cares about you

You pick up the phone, accepting the call. The silence of the first seconds is quite annoying

"Hey"

"Mihya. Hello"

"You have been ignoring my calls for the past few days"

"I know. Sorry"

"Don't apologize, it's no use to me. You must have had your reasons for not answering me, evidently"

You know from the way he says it that he's not blaming you, but at the same time you hate having reality thrown in your face. The silence remains between you for a few more seconds that feel like hours; since you've known him, it's never happened to you that you didn't know what to say to him, but evidently there is a first time for everything. You're almost tempted to ask him about the game, but that would be a roundabout way of admitting that you watched it, and you don't want to, so you both remain silent

"Gabriel is back? Did you two talk or something...?"

"No. I haven't seen him since we argued, and I don't think he'll be around for some time"

You lie, because he explicitly told you that he would solve everything, no one knows how, and he would come back. But worrying Kaiser, who already said he wanted to kill with his own hands, doesn't seem like the right option to you

"I understand. How are you? Do you need anything else?"

"I'm as you know I am, nothing has changed, Mihya. I'm just trying to pick up the pieces again and make something that can leave me alone and calm for a while"

"Speaking of this..."

Michael goes silent. You're tempted to ask him to finish the sentence, but you don't want to force him like he's never forced you to do anything

"I've been thinking about something lately. I haven't been home much lately because of the matches, so it's free. I'm in Germany anyway but currently I change places often"

"What does it mean?"

Kaiser sighs, but you hear him a little more convinced in his sentences

"Come back to live with me. You have the entire house at your disposal since I'm often not there, so you have all the ways to be alone"

Your heart bounces in your chest, and you can swear you feel it outside of you for a few seconds. Your breath stops, but you immediately regain your composure. Kaiser stays silent, but you know he's waiting for you to agree; you know him well, and you know that proposing this to you is just a way for him to feel more at ease, because he hates knowing that you could be in contact with what he hates most in the world, Gabriel

The idea of ​​returning to Germany had crossed your mind for a few days, but you had immediately discarded it due to your job, which was still here. Even though you still received your salary, the agency no longer called you for a photo shoot or a fashion show as you had fired yourself

But now this problem no longer existed

And the thought of moving back in with Kaiser actually didn't sound that bad, even if you still had some doubts about how you would be there

"So?"

"Mihya... I don't know, it might be a nice idea, but..."

You stop talking when you hear the front door open. Your blood freezes in your veins

"Excuse me for a moment..."

You say hanging up the call, placing the phone on the bed and then walking towards the entrance of the house. Your steps are quick as you head towards the entrance, really hoping it was just a noise you imagined

You are petrified when at the entrance, as if nothing had happened, you find Gabriel with his dick face. He enters as if it were nothing, and you wonder how he managed to get in if you had promptly changed the lock on Michael's advice

"Amore!" the boy says laughing, approaching with open arms while you try in every way not to let him touch you, because just the contact disgusts you. But you don't move, petrified by anxiety. You let him hug you, wrap his arms around your body

"You don't know how much it cost me to have another key made, but every euro is wasted well if it's used for you. How have you been doing these days?" he asks whispering against your ear, and you're trying in every way to push him away from you "Leave me" you say, almost in a whisper "Stop it, you don't want to make your pretty little head any more of a burden than it already is, right? What a clumsy girl" he says laughing, and with your hands you try to push him away again "I told you to leave me..." you say placing your hands on his chest, to move him "Come on, do you welcome me like this? It's not polite to treat the man you love like this-" he says, but with a sharp gesture Gabriel staggers and leaves he pulls away from you "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME" you say with a shaking voice, scared and disgusted

Gabriel looks you up and down with an annoyed look. You clench your fists against your sides, trying not to look scared. You look at each other, and in your looks you can read the disgust you feel for each other. Even today you still can't understand how your relationship lasted so long

"Y/n, really, you already know that I apologized to you and that there was just a big misunderstanding..." the boy says, but before he even finishes the sentence you interrupt him "Apologies won't help this time, Gabriel. We're not together anymore and you should leave the house right now" you say in a determined manner, but he tilts his head "Are you serious? I should leave the house that is in my name and that I paid for? And then we didn't break up" he says, and you're having a personal battle not to slap him

"We broke up. I decided it a week ago, and you know it perfectly" you say looking him straight in the eyes "No" he says, but you shake your head "We broke up, Gabriel. And you're right, I'll leave the house..." you say nodding, turning to go to your room to get your suitcase again, which you haven't unpacked. Gabriel follows you, grabbing your wrist before you reach for your suitcase

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? To the other house, which is still in my name? Another time in a stupid hotel, pretending to be desperate? Do you have the damned fucking idea that since you quit the agency is going out of our way to hire you again?” he says forcing you to turn towards him. Your wrist hurts, and you try to free yourself "I don't care! You won't have me again in that golden cage you're so proud!" you say, freeing yourself, but he grabs your other wrist

"You talk, you talk, but you really don't know a shit! You still work for me, do you understand that Y/n?" he says squeezing, and to free yourself you kick him between the legs, taking the suitcase as you run towards the exit of the house. You grab your phone and open the door, seeing Gabriel walk out of the bedroom. You look at him in disgust, tears threatening to spill out "Keep playing your stupid games, I don't care. But you depend on me, you are still my most beautiful and famous model. You need me as much as I need you" he says lightly, but the words come through straight to your ears. You turn around, walking down the stairs to your apartment "Go, go to the other house. You have nowhere else to go that doesn't belong to me" he says leaving the apartment, seeing you going down the stairs

You grip the handle of your suitcase, trying hard not to scream because other people live in the apartments next to yours. But you can't take it anymore, you hate that he thinks he has so much importance in your life

"IN GERMANY YOU ARE NOBODY! STOP TALKING, BECAUSE I WILL NEVER GO BACK TO LIVE IN A PLACE THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU. FUCK YOU AND YOUR WHOLE AGENCY, I'M GOING TO LIVE WITH KAISER" you shout from the stairs, and some neighbors look out worriedly. Gabriel is speechless, and you're satisfied that you made him that way

You go down all the stairs, arriving at the sidewalk outside the building, where you get into a taxi. "To the airport, please" you say, sighing, and the car takes off heading in the direction

In the silence of the car, you only now understand the extent of the situation you are in. You are moving back to your home country, with the person you have yet to talk to about what really happened between you. Everything is changing, and you don't know whether to be scared or not. But seeing Kaiser, in the moment, you know will make you heal a little from the pain inside

You pick up the phone, open a chat

mihya ♡

you — I'm coming back to you, mihya. Wait for me at the airport in a few hours — 17:26

[geeerage]

♡ How you met // blue lock pt.2 ♡

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Synopsis- exactly the title 

pt. 1 // pt.2

;; Characters- Shidou, Nagi, Reo, Kaiser, Barou and Aiku 

;; Gender- neutral reader 

;; Genre – headcanons 

Warnings- semi-colons in weird spots, cliché little scenarios, somewhat ooc for Barou’s part ?? 

A/N- Here’s part two !! I decided to add a few canon elements from the official character book bc why not :) Hope you enjoy <3 

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Shidou- You had gone to the same school as Shidou although, because of his erratic personality and tendency to beat people up who pissed him off, you chose to keep your distance. When it was time to choose your electives, you ended up having the same elective with Shidou, art. It actually wasn’t as bad as you expected, he even complimented your work a few times, and every time you could feel your face getting hot. 

Nagi- You decided to take a late-night walk to your favourite park one evening to get some fresh air and clear your head. After you arrived at your destination you decided to sit on the grass and gaze at the stars when all of a sudden you heard sounds as if someone had just woken up. You look to your right and to your surprise you see a tall boy with white hair who looked like he just woke up from a nap; who you hadn’t noticed since it was so dark outside. He looks at you with sleepy eyes and says a simple greeting while you respond in the same way: 

“Hi”  

“Hi” 

Reo- You went to go see a play at a fancy theatre for your friend’s birthday. You excused yourself from your group as you had to use the restroom but almost immediately after you left you found yourself lost in the complex design of the building. A young-looking guy with purple hair and eyes had asked you if you were okay, which was bound to happen since you must have looked incredibly lost at that moment. After you explained your situation to him, he was able to give you really specific details about the exact location of the bathrooms; you thanked him and left immediately to the bathrooms in awe of such a cliché Hollywood movie encounter. When you had gotten back, you quickly recited your encounter with a cute guy to your friends and they were almost as shocked as you when you found out that the guy you ran into is the son of one of the most successful entrepreneurs in the world, who also owns the theatre and probably the whole world. 

Kaiser- You had just landed in France as you were on a vacation with your family, as soon as you landed, your family (including you) took a taxi to the hotel you had reserved. When you walked in the hotel's doors you were not expecting the hotel to be so packed, turned out the entire Bastard Munchen soccer team had booked the hotel for their anticipated match against PXG; it didn’t make matters any better that you were arriving at the same time as them. While the rest of your family was waiting in line to get their keycards, you decided to branch off and sit on the couch in the spacious lounge. Turns out there were even more people in the lounge than in the foyer so, you went to go sit in the corner away from most people. After a few minutes, Michael Kaiser approached you and asked if he could sit beside you. You had heard of him from social media and your friends seem to bend over every time his name is mentioned so, when he asked to sit beside you of course you said yes. 

“Can I sit?” 

“Sure” 

“Not like you could ever say no to a king anyway.” 

Maybe it was a better idea to say no? 

Barou- After a long day of working, you decided to go to the nearest vending machine in hopes of finding your favourite pudding. From a distance, you could see the pudding and practically taste it as you picked up your pace to get closer to the vending machine. To your dismay, a tall stranger with black hair and red eyes reached for the exact same button which caused you to look directly into the stranger's eyes as he reciprocated the same actions. Awestruck at your beauty and also intimated at the look you were giving him he decided to let you have the final pudding. You thanked him as you walked happily down the block as he glared at you mad by his past actions and also a little bit proud.

Aiku- You had been offered a Job to part-time manage the Japan U-20 team but weren’t sure if you were going to accept it so, you decided that it would be a good idea to visit the training building to get to know the players, the coach and the overall environment. You could say they definitely left a strong impression on you after the star defender, Oliver Aiku flirted with you most of the time you were there. 

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[indzae-mayumi]

He's Still Hyoma's Rensuke

(Kunigami x Chigiri fanfic. "Blue Lock" is by Kaneshiro Muneyuki, and illustrated by Nomura Yusuke).

Yukimiya's goal sealed the deal for the match between Bastard Munchen and Manshine City, with Bastard winning 3-2.

While the rest of Manshine City were groaning at their first loss during the Neo Egoist League, Chigiri searched through the crowd of players to look for a certain messy orange-haired guy. As he was about to approach Kunigami, more players from Bastard crowded in the center of the field to celebrate their victory. Chigiri struggled to get through, only to find his friend slipping away silently away from everyone.

"Darn it," he thought. "I wanna talk to him so bad."

A hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned around to see Reo and Nagi looking at him pensively. He realized it was Reo's hand on his shoulder, as Reo tapped on his shoulder again consolingly.

"Now we know he's back in the game, you can have all the chance to talk to him later," Reo suggested him.

"I should ask Chris how I can talk to someone from another stratum," Chigiri told Reo. "Must be feasible."

"Why the heck not?" Reo asked. "Ego did not set out any rules against continuing being friends with people from other teams, right?"

Chigiri bit his lower lip as he looked back at the retreating figure.

"You should ask for his phone number," Nagi suggested. "You told me before you regretted not getting his number."

Reo grinned. "Wow, sounds like a fan girl asking an idol group member out on a date."

While Nagi asked Reo how idol system and dating in and out of that industry works, Chigiri thought it was better to ask Chris about it, and to take Nagi's advice.

****

Chigiri kept his headpiece on as he exited his room that he shared with other Blue Lock players in the English stratum. The Manshine regulars also had their separate room. He walked towards the master's quarters and rang the doorbell. After being granted access, the door slid open automatically, thus allowing Chigiri to get inside Chris' office. He saw the master striker doing some pushups on the floor. And the sound system seams to be blasting some English songs that Chigiri thought were probably from the early 2000s.

"Heyah, Hyoma," Chris said with a smile and a wink. "Want something from me?"

"Uhmm... yeah..."

"Good play, by the way," Chris congratulated him. "Especially since you gave Manshine our first goal. Too bad we lost, but we'll get even next time."

"H... hai," Chigiri replied.

Chris got up from the floor and wiped his hands. Chigiri looked at his mentor and asked.

"Is it possible to visit someone in another stratum here in Blue Lock?"

"Yeah, you can," Chris said. "Though Ego told us never to tell you guys unless you ask. He thinks you'd probably abuse that privilege if you all knew."

Chigiri smirked before replying, "So, can I just go there?"

"Heck no," Chris said. "You'd get sanctions for that, though I dunno what Ego will punish you with. Lose of screen time from BLTV? Ahaha. Though if it were me, I'd cry my eyes out coz I love to hang out with the camera."

And Chris laughed like a villain in a legal procedural drama. When he turned serious, he showed Chigiri an online form. It was a specialized website that could only be accessed inside Blue Lock, thanks to Mikage Corporation's other business in the IT sector.

"Reo's otou-san is really something else," Chigiri thought as he copied the link to the request form.

After checking out the site, he filled up the form. As he did it inside Chris' office, the master striker looked at his member answering the form pensively.

"Got a boyfriend in another stratum?"

Chigiri almost dropped his phone when Chris joked. The master striker laughed.

"You're so pretty. I would not wonder if other guys around Blue Lock have a crush on you," Chris replied.

Chigiri replied in embarrassment, "I get a lot of those comments."

"Though it still depends on Ego if your request will be granted or denied. Well, depends on what you put on it. Maybe, if you say you'll go out challenging your friends out there, he'd probably allow it. Hahahah!!!!"

Chigiri submitted his request and thanked Chris for his help and his advice. The master striker told him with a wink that he could come in anytime in case he needed help or more advice.

****

Kunigami was pissed off that Isagi was asking him about being ambidextrous with both lower limbs. He thought it was creepy enough that Isagi had been tailing him, wanting to talk to him or hang out with him. And now, it was not just Isagi bugging him. Chigiri and Bachira came to the German stratum too. Chigiri wanted to talk to him, while Bachira came to test out his new dribbling strategy.

"Why are they all here trying to pick a fight?" he thought, his thoughts boiling in his mind. "Damn it. Can they just give me my space?"

"Let's have a 2-vs-2, then," suggested Chigiri.

"I'll team up with Isagi," Bachira said immediately.

Isagi smirked. Of course, Bachira would team up with him. They're best friends, after all. But both knew that if the two of them would team up, it would mean that Kunigami and Chigiri would team up, and it would be a reunion for the two of them. Both knew how Chigiri acted when the remaining of Team Z gathered at dinner one night after the end of the Second Selection, when the redhead sadly said there was no point worrying for others who got eliminated. They knew that the redhead was sad for losing a friend, and had to go on alone. But now that Kunigami was back in the game, being with him in the 2-vs-2 would give Chigiri another chance to fight with his friend side by side again.

Bachira and Isagi grinned at each other before looking at the two, making Kunigami glare at them.

"What's with you two?" he asked in a low emo-esque voice.

Chigiri felt himself shivering. He was not used to the tone of his friend's voice. He thought he had gotten used to someone like Barou, but hearing it straight from Kunigami, who usually talked to him in a gentle tone, was rather strange.

"I... wanted to say something cute, but I'd rather not," Bachira said as he started to dribble.

"Why not?" Isagi asked.

"Your teammate will skin me alive," Bachira said to Isagi while nodding at Kunigami's direction.

Isagi looked at Kunigami and Chigiri's direction before looking back at his best friend, "I see what you mean."

"What?" Kunigami and Chigiri asked in unison.

But Isagi and Bachira only grinned wider.

"Betsuni" Bachira remarked cheekily. "Let's play."

As Bachira started to dribble, Isagi remarked, "I know what I need to do!"

Bachira said happily, "The Egoist 4 is back together!"

On the other side, Chigiri looked at the other two while addressing his partner, "Don't run away, Cyborg Rensuke!"

Kunigami sighed and gave up. In reality, he wanted to play with these three. He wanted to see what improvements Bachira did with his dribbling after Barcha lost to Bastard days ago. He wanted to see what Isagi had in mind when he approached him earlier and asked him about ambidexterity. He wanted to know other weapons Chigiri might have aside from what the redhead had shown during their match. And most of all, he wanted to know what the redhead wanted from him.

"Fine, I'll join in, Idiot Trio," the emo hero dryly remarked.

****

Isagi and Bachira won, with the monster dribbler jumping for joy. He went to Kunigami again and jumped on him from behind.

"Thank you for indulging me, Hero-san!" Bachira remarked. "I can use my upgraded weapon on the next matches."

Isagi also lit up a smile, "Thanks to you, I now know how to do a lefty shot."

"Whatever," came Kunigami.

Isagi and Bachira bid the two goodbye, leaving the other two in the field.

"What the hell do you want?" Kunigami asked Chigiri rudely.

As someone who trash-talked his opponents in the field, Chigiri was used to other people who do it, but not from someone who used to talk to him as gently as he could. It irked him because the Rensuke he knew was never like this. He silently grabbed his phone from his bag and handed it over to Kunigami.

"I want your number," Chigiri boldly told him.

"Why though?"

"Let's just say, I wanna talk with you when I wanna, Emo Hero," Chigiri playfully explained.

"Oh yeah?" Kunigami asked with a smirk.

It was the first time since they met again that the redhead saw the orange-haired guy smile despite the mocking nuance to it. But the orange-haired guy grabbed the phone and started putting in his number. When he gave it back, Chigiri saw that Kunigami put an orange heart next to his name. The redhead looked at his friend, puzzled.

"You're blushing so hard right now," Kunigami told him. "Tone it down."

Chigiri did his best to hide his smile. He knew that his friend was chiding him, but judging from the orange heart, he felt that the old Kunigami was still there. He typed a message and sent it to Kunigami.

"I sent you a message," Chigiri informed him.

"My phone's not with me," Kunigami said before bidding him goodbye.

"Shall we meet again?" Chigiri asked hopefuly.

But Kunigami, without looking at his friend, just continued walking away. Chigiri smiled like an idiot because he introduced himself through a chat message with a pink heart next to his name.

"Oh Kunigami, you're so tsundere," Chigiri thought to himself.

****

Kunigami did not touch his phone for the rest of the day. Before bedtime, he hit the showers and thought about the informal game the four of them had earlier. His friends evolved, but he watched Chigiri because the other told him to. The speedster's skill was something noteworthy for the coming matches with other teams. The redhead sure did upgraded his skill, but what made Kunigami's insides twisted earlier was the fact that Chigiri came with his hairstyle showing off his nape. The redhead really knew what he was doing.

"Tsh, flirting with me, Hyoma?" he thought as he grinned again.

Like before, after bathing, he only dried his body and his hair with a towel. But then, he looked at the hair dryer staring back at him inside his locker. The hair dryer reminded him of Chigiri because no one in Team Z before ever used it, not even the vain Imamura or the long-haired Kuon. He sighed as he grabbed the dryer, thinking he could try using it by himself for once.

When his hair finally dried, he thought he could really not make it a habit. It was time-consuming, and he'd rather just let his hair dry off by itself. But then, he remembered those two incidents when Chigiri dried his hair. It felt so good feeling Chigiri's fingers running through his scalp that he missed his friend.

But the thought of him changing prevented him from opening up his vulnerabilities to the redhead. He'd rather stay cold and indifferent. The Wild Card round was extremely hard physically, mentally, and emotionally that he thought Hyoma might not understand his pain, or even get dismayed that he no longer was the hero he said he would be.

He entered the room which he shared with other Bastard players, though he did not care even greeting them good night. He felt lonely, but he thought it was for the best. He did not want any interaction, not from Noa, not from the Bastard regulars, not from Neru, or from any of the Blue Lock players.

Kunigami went to his bed and grabbed his phone from under the pillow. Indeed, there was a series of messages from an unregistered number. When he opened it, the first message that he read was Chigiri telling him to save his number, with a pink heart at the end of the message. His heart clenched at the thought of hurting his friend, and he wondered what the redhead might have wanted to say.

Kunigami saved Chigiri's number, placing two pink hearts beside his friend's name.

He scrolled down more to read the rest of the messages.

Hey Rensuke, there's so many things I want to tell you. Reo told me that that day when Isagi's team took me was the last time I ever saw you. He was shocked upon meeting Shidou because Shidou was so violent, and after the game, he thought that the only reason he got chosen was not because of his skill but because he was obedient like Igaguri, while you stood up to him to save Igaguri. That was admirable of you, Rensuke. But I was just sad to learn after the Second Selection that you did not make it. I thought Reo and you would have played more games and win for yourselves three more people.

You must have remembered our intention together. When I walked away, I could not even look at you. You must have heard the frustration in my voice. I had wanted us to be together until the end of the Second Selection. All I wanted was to be with you. Heck, I never knew we have to choose foreign leagues. If we had known that I would end up with Manshine City, and you with Bastard Munchen, it would not matter much, as long as I know you are still right here.

I was chosen to be one of the starters for Blue Lock Eleven against U-20. I thought that I might as well do my best to play hard, part of which is in honor of those whose dreams did not make it alive. But I was subbed out because I lacked stamina. If only I had Raichi's stamina, I could have played until the end. The good thing was that, we won.

We were given a two-week break after winning against U-20. It felt so good to be out again, wearing my casual clothes to Shibuya. I could only visit Tokyo sometimes because my nee-chan attends university. And while on vacation from Blue Lock, Nee-chan let me stay with her. It was great hanging out with the Blue Lock guys and the U-20 guys, our feud was over bowling this time, with dinner as a reward. We still won, and Aiku had to convince his teammates to honor their end of the bargain and treat us to a meal. It was fun. But a part of me regretted not getting your number. At that time, I thought you had exited Blue Lock and had gone home to Akita. I could have asked you to hang out with us, or I could have visited you in Akita so I can hang out with you. Looking in hindsight, if I had known about the Wild Card round, I would have thought that you were somewhere in the confines of Blue Lock, fighting hard to get back. I might feel bad for having fun, knowing that you were fighting alone. But I should not, you know.

Imagine my surprise when we watched the livestream game for Bastard vs Barcha. I recognized you immediately, though I was shocked because your hair had grown longer, and you had bulked up. Reo was stunned too, because the last time he saw you was that game with Shidou. Nagi said I am probably happy to see you again. Yes, I was. I was happy and nostalgic. I did not know, though, you had evolved to be an edge lord like Barou.

I wish you would stop pushing me away, Rensuke. I wanted so much to talk to you, to talk with you. Like the old times. You may have changed, your aura, the way you play... but to me, you are still my Rensuke. I feel you don't want to disappoint me with your new you that had discarded your hero ideal. You can be a badass in the field, but can still be a good guy. But maybe, for someone who had to go through hell to defeat everyone else who were eliminated, it must have been hard. It might have changed your perception of what a hero should be. You must have been thinking that a hero is never someone who kills the dreams of other people.

If you don't wanna talk about it, it's fine. I want you to take your pace. I'll just be here if you need me. Just call me, or if not, I'll submit a request form to Anri-san again so I can visit you there at the German stratum. If you wanna talk about it, I'll listen. Promise, I will not laugh at you.

I am just happy to see you again, Rensuke. I miss you.

The last sentence made Kunigami wistful. Heck, he was not supposed to feel this way. He was supposed to be a hardened contender who should be as extremely logical as Ego while discarding the need for feelings. During the Wild Card, all he could think of was fighting for his way up so he could be with Chigiri again, knowing that they both have intentions of beating Isagi. Being at Bastard made beating Isagi easier because they were teammates and he was closer, and it seems that players were devouring each other or taking sides (Ness and the German players for Kaiser; Kurona for Isagi), or playing for themselves (himself and Yukimiya). The person whom he wanted to beat became his teammate, while the person whom he made his promise with was from another team.

Why was he being emotional now?

"Why does it feel Hyoma and I are like star-crossed lovers? Damn," he thought bitterly. So, he replied to Hyoma's message.

****

"Why are you restless, Ojou-sama?" Reo teased Chigiri.

Unlike in the German stratum, the Blue Lock players in the English stratum were divided into three groups; hence, Chigiri, Nagi, and Reo were in the same room.

"Rensuke--er, Kunigami hasn't replied to my message yet," Chigiri replied impatiently.

Reo looked at the pink princess and laughed. "Wow! You really feel like a fan girl who is waiting for a message from a J-pop idol member!"

"Rensuke, huh?" Nagi drawled, teasing the redhead.

"Well, how about you?" the redhead shot back at Nagi. "You call him Reo. We call you Nagi. Bachira and Isagi call each other by their family names. Ah, and you call Zantetsu as Zantetsu instead of Tsurugi. I think it's fair enough for me to call Kunigami as Rensuke since we are best friends."

"You're not wrong about that," Reo said before smirking again. "But the way you're getting impatient and constantly looking at your phone for his replies feels like a girl waiting for a text from a guy that she likes."

And he laughed again, offending Chigiri.

"Am I not allowed to wait for his replies like this, Dude? We haven't seen each other for weeks!"

"But you seem so thirsty," Reo replied.

"Are your fan girls like that too, Reo?" Nagi asked.

"Well, yeah," Reo said, explaining. "One of my fan girls came up to me very angry the next day because I forgot to reply to her text. And I told her Otou-san wanted me to learn to read financial reports in his office. So...."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm Kunigami's fan girl, if you prefer to put it that way," Chigiri replied dryly. "But I... Ora! Ora!"

For he suddenly got excited.

"Whoah, did he reply?" Reo asked excitedly.

"No, he had read my message."

"Hope it's not just seen," Reo remarked. "Hope he replies to you."

"Yeah. Good night, Reo. Good night, Princess," Nagi said as he rolled on his bed with his blanket covering his body.

Reo smiled empathetically at Chigiri, "Sorry for teasing you. I am just glad you met your best friend again. I know how you both acted behind my back during the Second Selection."

Reo winked, making Chigiri blush. Damn! Was he that obvious regarding his feelings for the orange-haired Bastard Munchen forward? The purple-haired guy turned off the lights before retiring to his own bed in between Chigiri and Nagi.

The said redhead reclined on his bed while looking at his phone. It had been around five minutes already since Rensuke replied.

"Might as well go to bed," he said as he placed his phone beside his pillow. "Might as well give up and wait for him. If he does not reply, never mind."

But his phone vibrated beside him. He immediately took his phone and saw a reply from his orange-haired best friend.

Sorry for taking this late to reply. I don't know where to start or how to tell you.

I am also sorry for making you wait, and making you fight alone. I am also sorry for being so cold to you.

You see, I am not the Kunigami Rensuke you used to know. The Mr. Nice Guy who waits for you while you dry your hair. The Mr. Nice Guy who gives up the solo bed just so you'll be comfortable. The Mr. Nice guy who gives your things for you without you asking. You are probably disappointed in me turning out the way that I am now. I am not the hero I said wanted to be. Killing the dreams of so many people in a span of days isn't the characteristic of a hero, and I am not that person anymore. I left that idealistic mindset in that place.

I am the goal-poaching a**hole who steals the supposed goals of my teammates even if it means going against Kaiser and doing it alone. I stole Isagi's goal and beat him, and kept part of our promise, here on my end. I think you did too, when you made Manshine's first goal. But we both agree that is not what we exactly want, right?

I am sorry for ghosting you after our game. I initially did not want to apologize so you will not like me anymore. I did not want to talk to you because I am also disappointed in myself for turning out to be like this. But with your text earlier, it gave me consolation that to you, I am still the Rensuke that you knew. It warmed my heart that to you, I am still your Rensuke. It's a consolation that you still want to accept me for me. I am honestly envious that you got to go out of Blue Lock for two weeks, but the thought of you wanting to visit me in Akita made my insides warm.

Shall we go to Akita together in the future? I'll introduce you to my parents, my sisters, and my high school friends. Can you also show me around your neighborhood in Kagoshima? Just right now, I already imagined us in your room, lazing in your kotatsu while watching "Shingeki no Kyojin" because I know how much you like it.

Thank you for letting me be me around you, my Hyoma. I miss you too. ♥

The thought of him being introduced to Kunigami's family made him so warm. Of course, that's what friends do, right? Yet, his mind was thinking of something else. Yes, he would also introduce his orange-haired friend to his family as well. The thought of them in his room while watching anime also made him giddy. And him being called Rensuke's Hyoma? He felt like a fan girl indeed. So, Chigiri sent a reply.

I'd rather we watch "One Piece," since you like it. I think it's time for me to reciprocate the things you did for me, so let's do what you like this time. ♥♥

Chigiri sent this, followed by a photo of him, Isagi, and Bachira at the coffee shop before they left to cross the street to meet Reo and the others, who were busy discussing their financial future at that time. He also went through his gallery and sent Kunigami some photos of him: one badass photo, a cute one, and a sassy one.

****

One of the Bastard regulars was a sleep-talker, and Kunigami just listened to him murmuring to Ness about passing the ball to him instead of passing to Kaiser. It did not annoy him at all, just letting it preoccupy him before he slept. He was waiting for Chigiri to reply. When he received the message, he let out a smile, because he indeed wanted to catch up on the latest episodes of "One Piece." But he wanted to go back to the first season to watch it with Chigiri at the redhead's house in Kagoshima.

Okay. "One Piece," it is. I'll hold on to that promise, Hyoma-chan.

He let out a pensive smile as he looked at the photos that Chigiri sent him. He immediately downloaded the photos to his gallery, and searched through his so he could give some nice once to his best friend. He selected four as well: one with his soccer team, an emo one of him in his school uniform, another photo of him with a hoodie and a cup of latte on hand, and a badass one of him doing pushups at home.

It's getting late, Hyoma-chan, gotta sleep now. But I wanna ask you something before I lay down to sleep.

What is it, Rensuke?

Without hesitating, Kunigami replied.

Will you go out with me, my pink princess?

He waited for what seemed like forever, but Chigiri replied immediately.

Hai, my handsome hero~ ♥♥♥♥

Only a few things got Kunigami excited. Such included scoring a goal in soccer, and being able to get a date say "yes" to him. It took him and Chigiri so long to be honest with their feelings for each other. He felt his insides getting warm, knowing that despite how bad his experience in Blue Lock had become that made him turn out like this, there was still someone out there whose feelings for him had not changed.

He thought he had lost his chance with his best friend, and he was not letting the opportunity pass him by again.

He could still be that goal-poaching f**ker, but for Chigiri, he knew he should treat his best friend right. He could still be a decent hero for the princess.

He felt that tonight, the princess had given him a little bit of salvation.

--end--

[errakiari]

My BLLK AU: -Erra is my char, i do not own any other chars except for 'Erra'.

[Apologies for my mistakes and grammars, english is not my first language!!]

Erra, heading to the cafeteria with the other german players: My body's tired from all the extra training.. T^T

Hiori, catching up to her: Same here.

Isagi: Well, yeah. But im excited to see the others too, i heard the other stratums were using the same cafeteria we use.

Yukimiya, behind Isagi: Then the cafeteria must be big too.

Kurona, beside Erra: Yep, yep.

Erra: Hmm.. i sure am- *le gasp* LOKII??!! *running to loki and jump on him*

Erra: I MISSED YOUU!!😆💗 💗

Loki, startled from the screaming and almost fell bc of the sudden weight behind his back: Ah.. Erra.. i missed you too😅

Chigiri, approaching the two: Its really not surprising that you went to him first instead of us. (-v-)

Reo, chuckles: Got too excited there huh?

Nagi, beside Chigiri: •×•

Erra, jumps off his back: Oop- sorry loki. Ovo

Loki, reliefs: It's alright :)

Isagi: Ah, It's nice to see you guys again. ^_^

Chigiri: Yeah, but dont forget, we're still going to beat you guys!

Reo, went quite: ...

Isagi: Haha, we'll se-

Bachira, appears behind Isagi: Heyy!! :DD

Isagi: Ah, Bachira :)

Chigiri, waves: Hey, bachira :]

Bachira: Helloo!! Oh and where's Erra?

Hiori, beside Isagi: She's right he- huh? Wasnt she's here a second ago?

Isagi: Uhh, Loki's gone too..

Chigiri: Nahh, they're right there.

*points at the PXG table*

Yukimiya: She probably dragged loki to the PXG table, you know how she is *chuckles*

Meanwhile at the PXG table,

Erra was talking while Loki was listening to her the whole time

Charles, sitting beside Nanase: Hm.. who's she?

Nanase: Huh? Oh, that's Erra, she's a very awesome player and very kind! :D

Charles, listening: Erra, huh...

[TBC igg.. i sucked at writing but thats not going to stop me >:D well.. this is the part where Charles discovered Erra. Loki never said anything about Erra to Charles so thats why Charles never knew who she is. +Im gonna write the other stratum meet/see them(bastard munchen) again too. I suck at explaining too so sorry if you dont understand, im trying my bestt :") ]

[a-wild-julibean]

Blue Lock Is Well Written, Actually (Part 1)

All Blue Lock fans know that this series is over the top, ridiculous, and completely unrealistic--we don't need to be told that. In fact, for me at least, the stupidly cringy dialogue, the extreme situations, the over exaggeration of it all is what makes this silly little series so enjoyable and fun. But I'm here to tell you that yeah, BLLK is good because it's cringe and dramatic, but it's also a well written series in multiple key aspects, the most important of which are its pacing/story structure, theming, and of course, character writing.

Warning: This is going to be long and is also text heavy. This is part one, covering pacing/story structure. Also, this is my opinion haha so you don't have to 100% agree. Spoilers ahead!

Let's begin with the pacing of the story! One thing I admire writers of all good stories for, from "trashy" isekai to million word philosophical novels, is the ability to identify the goal of the story and pace it accordingly.

Take Solo Leveling vs. Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, two action manhwa that both use an RPG-themed setting and have a very strong main character:

Solo Leveling's goal is the be an exciting and hype action power fantasy about an underdog who grows to become grossly overpowered.

Knowing this, the story is extremely fast paced, going from one major battle and victory to the next with little to no downtime. This helps to deliver the energy needed for a series that lives and dies on its hype. 

In contrast, ORV looks more to tell a thematically potent story through complex characters. To do so, it chooses a slow burn pace and gives plenty of time for less frantic moments to aid development. Switch these two paces around and both stories would be far worse off.

Let’s bring this point back to BLLK. Its goal is an exciting story full of hype, but also one that provides some thematic lessons and builds strong characters, a sort of middle ground between the two previously mentioned series. Thus, it’s face paced, yet also has much down time–a choice that is vital to its enjoyment.

Down time provides two key things to the series:

A break from the action. Too much action can lead to almost a feeling of burnout in the reader, where they feel overwhelmed by the constant high stakes and tension. I personally have had to drop multiple series for long periods of time due to this type of stress/exhaustion. The break helps to build excitement between high points, the rising action after the fall. A recent example in BLLK would be the couple of chapters in between the end of the Manshine City vs. Bastard Munchen match and the beginning of the one against Ubers.

Exploration of characters. Exploring how characters act in more mundane situations helps build who they are and adds to their humanity. Small choices like their choice of dress, what they like to do in their free time, and other such details are imperative to creating compelling characters. Down time is also the perfect time for flashbacks, as seen often in BLLK (ex. Rin and Sae’s backstory in the middle of the U20 game, Hiyori’s right before the Ubers game). 

All in all, though readers might think getting straight back into the action would be their preferred structure, down time is a kinda “you’ll thank me later” type addition that enhances the action by both preparing readers for more excitement and helping to make readers more invested through character development.

It’s a bit of an obvious addition, but one that BLLK actually uses very well. None of the down time ever feels wasted or out of nowhere. Every flashback is implied to be needed based on previous moments. Rin and Sae’s isn’t dropped right after Rin is introduced or even after Isagi gets closer to Rin. Instead, it’s inserted when it's most important to the story so its existence can be justified. Hiyori’s flashback has much less leading up to its reveal, but Hiyori’s commentary on Isagi reveals some of his character that gets followed up on in his flashback; the flashback also gives some excitement for what Hiyori might do in the future. 

Again, this feels like an obvious requirement for writing flashbacks but oh boy is it sometimes completely disregarded (and in two very popular series that I shall not name but both essentially contain a long flashback about a side character’s history that is not set up very clearly beforehand, leaving them feeling awkwardly placed and accidentally pointing out the author’s hand).

The other way BLLK uses down time is character exploration, the clearest example of which are the day out chapters following the U20 match. Did we absolutely need to see the cast’s shenanigans at karaoke and bowling? No. Did it add much to the story to love? Absolutely. 

This was actually a very vital time to place some silly team bonding, as a ton of new characters were introduced in the arc, but only through their playstyles. Giving them time out in the city as regular teenagers helps to cement their characters and add some quirky habits and traits that are more relatable or down to earth. Karasu, for example, is now characterized as the mature and responsible one in the group and not just “the assassin one I guess.”

On top of the fun stuff, we also do get some character introspection during the days out for Isagi and Rin. Isagi meets up with Tada and reflects on what’s happened so far plus goes into a bit of theming while Rin contemplates the U20 match, and narratively, his further growth in the story is set up. Clearly, the author knows that down time is not exclusively for sweet fluff. 

That’s basically all I got on down time writing. Finally, to wrap up this post on pacing and structure, let’s talk about stakes and promises for the future. 

Stakes in stories need to keep increasing or at least remain generally equivalent to the previous situation’s stakes in order to keep interest. In BLLK, the stakes in stages 1, 2, and 3 were essentially equivalent as they were all just normal tests; however, the U20 match is a large jump in stakes as a loss means the total dissolution of the facility, but a win would give them the U20 spots. 

If the series had returned to regular tests after the match, it would not have felt as interesting as before the match because now the readers have been encouraged to dream beyond the facility. However, the author knows this and chooses to go with the Neo Egoist league, bringing out world class strikers and foreign players. Sure, losing a match won’t cause the entire story to end now, but the difficulty and excitement of the current arc is about the same as the U20 arc.  

On top of the current arc, the author also makes sure to state what the future plans of the story are: the world U20 tournament. By showing the audience what the path to something vague is, the plot is tightened and you can feel comforted by the fact that the series knows where it's going. “Becoming the best striker in the world” seems unrealistic at first, but now the steps to reach that position have been revealed. Together, this retains audience investment.

To summarize, Blue Lock keeps a fast pace, strategically interspersed by points of down time that prevent tension burnout and add more character details. Additionally, the stakes and future plan of the series are consistently building and clear to help ground its vague goal. Though these aspects may seem obvious or simple, the difficulty of their execution is not so. It requires planning and effort to keep a series on a smooth ramp up and going at a quick but not blazing speed. Many, many, many series can only dream of the quality of Blue Lock’s steady pacing that almost never feels too slow or too fast, especially when read all at once rather than week to week. 

Pacing and structure are some of the aspects of writing that are at their best when you can barely notice their presence at all: only a series that struggles with them will remind readers of their existence and importance. Blue Lock succeeds at keeping both under the radar.

[virtual-insanity28]

BLUE LOCK ROLEPLAY OC#2

NAME

Edwyn[Winny] Graves

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

AGE| 19

BIRTHDAY| May 25th

RELATIVES| ———

CRUSH| Chris Prince, Teieri Anri or Your OC

GENDER| Male

HAIR COLOR| Caramel Blonde

EYE COLOR| Green

HEIGHT| 185cm (6'0")

BLOOD TYPE| A

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PROFESSIONAL STATISTICS

AFFILIATION| Blue Lock, Premier League

TEAM| Blue Lock U-20, Manshine City

POSITION| Center Attacking Mid

SPECIALTY| Stamina, Vision, Dribbling, Shooting

JERSEY NUMBER| 2

OCCUPATION| Blue Lock 

"A chicken without its head running around the field will eventually collapse and die. Keep that in mind." —Edwyn to Yoichi Isagi.

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Edwyn Graves is a supporting character in Blue Lock.

Once arriving at Blue Lock, he was avoided by many because of his role at Manshine City. Some even mocked him for having to travel from Europe to Japan just to improve. He inspires to be like his best friend, Chris Prince, yet he is depressed after realizing their friendship ended after going to Blue Lock.

APPEARANCE 

Edwyn has fluffy and curly caramel blonde hair with an undercut. His green eyes are hooded, and his skin is a fair, sun-kissed tone. His eyelashes are dark and long, and when he smiles, his dimples show. He is rather embarrassed about his dimples as people call him cute instead of hot.

CLOTHING

For casual wear, he favors comfortable clothes such as sweatpants, tees, and flannels a bit too big for him. His most favorite outfit consists of a tan flannel, a white shirt, light brown pants, and grey tennis shoes with light green(almost grey) laces. He claims that it makes him look like a pudding cake.

PERSONALITY 

As a man who has played alongside one of the best, Chris Prince, Winny is passionate about his life. Although, with that passion comes his vainness. He is strong, aggressive, and tactical on the field, yet the respect disappears off-field, especially towards other athletes. He loves the heat of matches, but his manager did not let him play too often. "He is a bull in a China shop," says the head coach of Manshine City. Winny's unfairness off-field got him recognized around the team as an egotistical bully. While in Blue Lock, he slowly starts to show a friendlier and giving side that he did not have playing for Manshine City. In Ego's words, he begins to "evolve".

RELATIONSHIPS

Chris Prince

When Winny was accepted into Manshine City's club, he felt like an outcast due to his age. everybody was older than him, and, being 17 at the time, he had all eyes on him. Chris Prince was the first to engage a conversation with Winny, and at that moment, the boys had taking a liking to each other and their non-stop worship to exercise and the 'perfect body fit'. The pair were unstoppable on the field, but Winny was rarely subbed on to play. Because of his lack of patience, Chris had suggested the coach to send Winny to Japan's Blue Lock project out of concern for the young player's tempered abilities. Since then, though, Winny had taken Chris's suggestion as a punishment for believing that Chris was tired of him, but in reality, he merely wanted to help his friend out...ex-friend, by now.

Isagi Yoichi

Winny views Isagi as another obstacle to crash. Isagi is Rome and Winny is Odoacer. Defeated by Isagi in the trio matches and recruited by the raven-haired boy, Winny wants nothing more than to prove himself worthy enough and destroy Isagi's egotism in soccer. Once they departed for the Neo Egoist Project, Winny chose to go to Manshine City and face his old friend, Chris Prince. Through the hardships of learning to apologize, Winny and Prince play together as a dynamic duo once again and aim to defeat Munchen Bastard and Isagi Yoichi.

Teieri Anri

Charmed by her intelligence, Winny is swooned by Anri's confidence and witty attitude. He already adores women in uniform, so why stop him from adoring the caretaker of Blue Lock? She is beautiful to him, and whenever he sees her, he blushes and softly flirts with her. Even knowing her age, he holds back from sexual feelings, but he does love to tease women in general. Never said he had a chance with any, though...

ABILITIES

Archetype:

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Skills

On-Target - From any angle given, Winny has the courage to take a shot with full confidence in getting a goal. And most times, he's right. He calls that skill "On-Target"; a shooting tactic that allows him to gain complete conscious of where he is and what he does in order to shoot an almost perfect shot. That is also the same skill that impressed Chris Prince enough to talk with Winny, starting their dynamic duo of offensive play.

Control - In order to be the best footballer, you need to receive the ball well. Winny? No questions asked. He is one of the best at ball control. From chest traps to simple ground passes, he can handle any pass or shot given to him without a single stumble. Though, he gains his cocky attitude due to this fact...

Expeditious Behavior/Thinking - Quick but efficient, Winny's favorite way of thinking. People believe him to be a lazy person due to his careless actions, but he knows a situation better than most. On the field, his quick thinking allows him to trick so many into going for a fake shot or pass, only to be greeted by his famous celebration of a "No. 1" finger and "Suiii!".

QUOTES

"Aw~! Is your precious diamond cracked? Stomped in like the dirt you are; it doesn't feel great, now does it?" -Edwyn to Gaby Takizi

"I fell down to my knees for you, and you cut my head off. What a ruler you are, Prince." -Edwyn to Chris Prince

"This is what you started. Callin' me for help to clean up your mess? Quite a selfish act." -Edwyn to Isagi Yoichi

TRIVIA

-His hometown is Southampton City, England

-He started playing soccer ever since he was 3

-His favorite soccer player is Bruno Fernandes

-He doesn't like to listen to music other than low-bass rap. It often makes Chris Prince think if he has hearing problems...

-When Winny first saw Chris give him a handshake after coming back to Manshine for Neo Egoist, Winny ignored him in a cold manner before going to Reo and saying something to him; leaving the purple-haired boy to stare blankly back at Prince

-He lived at a dorm with Chris Prince as his roommate, but has gone to hotels after their incident

-His favorite foods are Shepherds Pie and Apple Crust

-Favorite color is castleton green

-His hobbies consist of playing soccer, watching soccer, playing video games, and sleeping in

[lunarcloak]

I love this!! I remember when the concept of "New Gen 11" was first introduced, I was a little confused on whether they'd be able to interact with each other because they're basically supposed to be the best players in the newest generation for those particular spots on field, right? There's no real inkling that they've played together before.

But then Lorenzo seems to know Kaiser well enough that they can read other. Assuming that the teams have remained the same for atleast the past two years, if not longer, that means Real Madrid and Bastard Munchen MUST have gone against each other enough that Kaiser and Sae are familiar.

(I was honestly expecting Kaiser to make a comment to Rin about his older brother during the PxG match, but seeing as he's having a mental breakdown and there's no inkling-- there's no real foundation for this.)

But technically speaking, Sae's striker dream was crushed somewhere in that four year bracket. Judging by the timeline, Sae returns to Japan roughly a year or under two years from present date. Briefly, assuming, because the start of the series has him returning for a second time for his passport.

BASICALLY. All of this to say. The timeline would match up perfectly. I'd try to get it to match up better but we don't actually know for sure how old Kaiser is. I want to say he's maybe the same age as Sae, maybe a year older? But literally EVERYTHING points to the fact that they've played against each other atleast a handful of times.

YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE THIS REMINDS ME OF??

I can't remember the chapter, but at some point Ego makes that big speech about how a Japanese player is worshipped in the media as their next prodigal genius, and then they get crushed under European talents before returning to Japanese football to finish in some mid level national leagues. This is almost Exactly what Sae does, except Sae still has an ego, just that it manifests in a different way.

He's talented, and he knows it, so rather than opting to get crushed as a striker, he flourishes as a midfielder. This is why there exist parallels between Sae and Isagi.

But I am curious-- why do you think this strips us of a badass character? I'd like to pick your brain on that.

Besides, if Rin were to be the world's best striker, then he would also need the world's best midfielder too, you know.

This is so interesting because, the way Sae behaves once he gets back from Spain is literally the exact opposite of this. He tells Rin to stop playing football, to stop pursuing that dream-- and it really makes you wonder. Obviously Sae is not very open with his thoughts, and often contradictory in his speech and actions. (Hilarious example, but see how he talks to Shidou vs acts with Shidou in the U20 arc.)

If this is true, and Sae chose to stay as close to Rin through his dream, then that means Sae is as dependent on Rin as Rin is dependent on him. Honestly? i think that was exactly what Sae wanted to break when he got back from Spain. He's not quite succeeded yet, but I think in his mind he was doing it for the sake of Rin. Except I think he needs it too.

I just. I was really looking forward to Kaiser picking on Rin for being Sae's little brother in some shape or form, yknow?? If they had history, I feel like he'd be more crass about it. But of course at the moment he's not doing too well LMAO. But if it happens, then that will easily give us some more evidence to work off of.

I APOLOGISE FOR THE LONG REPLY REBLOG!! Your thoughts just sent my brain into analysis mode and I had to add on my ideas and interpretations. Hope you have a good day!!

It was the end of Ubers match when I first stumbled upon a tweet on Pinterest which sowed the theory of Kaiser destroying Sae's dream in my mind. And honestly, after this seeing panel:

I'm starting to believe more and more in that theory.

It was evident way before Ness's backstory that Kaiser is definitely NOT a newbie in the soccer industry which gives an ample amount of time for Sae to face Kaiser in a match considering Sae didn't return to Japan for straight four years.

And I highly think that Sae faced off Kaiser in the later moment of those four years.

Why?

Because:

He looked miserable when he first returned from Spain in comparison to his later return (almost a year later) from Spain:

And I do think that if you were to lose a long-term dream, then it'll show on your face much more during the earlier days rather than a year later when you get used to the feeling of losing your dream.

Further, Kaiser crushing Sae's dream fits well in two questions that revolves in my mind whenever I think about Sae's backstory:

Why Sae started hating his own country, Japan?

The above question can be modified as:

Why Sae started hating Japanese soccer players?

As I said in one of my previous posts, I do believe that when Sae stepped into Spain, he realised that he was the Frog in the well—he realised how vast the world is and that he wasn't as great of a player as he thought he was. He probably struggled a lot but was somewhat successful in maintaining a balance when Kaiser came in like a wrecking ball to strike the nail in the coffin.

Of course, considering Sae's personality, he would've surely put up a fight against Kaiser just like Isagi did, but unlike that blueberry boy, Sae was already very exhausted and sadly, after some time, he gave up.

Now to address the actual answer to the question: Sae hated how much Japan celebrated him when he was just a child. He was showered with the title of prodigy since he was a kid and he hated that his own country made him feel like he was someone special when in reality, he was just the best among the worst. Further, even if he wanted to be better, there was no one in Japan who could help him do that. He hated how he was made to believe by his country's people that he had what it took to be the world's best striker.

Kind of like a betrayal of some sort.

This gentle soul explained it very well too:

Also, a bit unrelated, but this panel piqued my interest:

German you say, hm?

Moving onto next question:

Why Sae chose to be a Midfielder then?

I have two reasoning for this question:

Firstly, what is the position closest to the striker? Yes, a Midfielder. So, by being a Midfielder, Sae is still trying to be as close to his dream as possible. It is his type of compromise.

Secondly, do you remember what Rin really liked? Yes, Sae's passes. And which position's main role is to pass? Yes, a Midfielder.

You getting me?

It's like Sae is trying to get some kind of closure by reliving those good old times when Rin and Sae played in the Kamakura United (their soccer club). Besides, if Rin were to be the world's best striker, then he would also need the world's best midfielder too, you know.

You getting me?

The only reason I don't want this theory to come true is because it kind of strips us off from an opportunity to get a new badass character.

I also don't want this theory to be true is because I'm solely holding onto this panel:

I'm desperately holding into this panel as a hope that Sae still cares for Rin.

After we got an insight of Kaiser-Ness relation in chapter 261, I can't help but fear that Sae may think of Rin in the same way—someone for his own selfish needs.

And if anything like this happens, I'll transform into the biggest Kaiser's hater alive. Even after chapter 261, I still somewhat defend him for his behaviour, but Itoshi brothers have been the closest to my heart—istg I'll rip Kaiser's hair from his scalp if the brothers' bond gets tarnished because of him.

That's all, I guess.

[strikerandoverachiever]

Blue Lock Chapter 169 Color-spread Analysis (Part IV)

Hello, everyone, so today, I am continuing my analysis of the color-spread from chapter 169 and we are finally getting into Isagi’s side of the picture!😉😄❤️❤️❤️

That being said, the ball on his side looks almost brand new, especially in comparison to the one beneath Kaiser’s foot, with barely any scratches or imprints.

However, I believe there is something to be said about how while Kaiser’s ball contrasts his surroundings and persona, Isagi’s looks like it belongs, to him and on his side, blending seamlessly and naturally into his landscape, just another puzzle piece that makes up who he is.

His luggage and the uniform we see behind him are also in the basic white and black combo, simple and matching eachother, which in turn only makes the character, dressed in mainly red, stand out from the background, even in the darkness that seems to engulf him, separating him from his rival.

Now, there’s a most interesting thing to observe, in regards to Isagi’s travel bag & the uniform beside and also on the floor behind him: they are his old gear, from his time in the soccer team of his highschool, Ichinan High.

Now tell me, isn’t that most strange or is that just me??

Why are we seeing traces of whom Isagi used to be before Blue Lock, here and now, at such an advanced point in the story??

In my opinion, this is a mark of his past, which he also carries into his present and maybe, also his future:

11

which is shaping up to be Isagi’s number, from Ichinan, to his match in the U-20 and even now, in the Bastard Munchen team.

Could this possibly symbolize a return to Isagi’s origins or a parallel drawn back to the time when he passed to another teammate, similar, but not quite the same as when he passed to Kunigami in chapter 167, this time bringing victory to the his team together with another player?

Thinking back to that first match we saw Isagi-san play in, I can’t help but be reminded of the words his coach yelled out to him, as he was nearing the goal:

“One for all, all for one.”

If we are to look at the German’s team philosophy from this perspective, perhaps it would appear something like this:

•One for all - Kaiser scores for the team;

•All for one - everyone plays a game meant to ensure that Kaiser can receive the ball in order to score.

Perhaps they are not so different, then.

After all, in such a scenario, all Isagi-san would have to do, is to become “the one that stands in front of the goal in order to score for all of them”.

Of course, though, at this present time and with his current level of skills, that may be easier said than done…

This has been it for part IV, I hope you’ve all enjoyed it; one more part to go and I’m done, so, to anyone whom has stuck with me so far, thank you!😉😄❤️

[strikerandoverachiever]

Yet Another (Crack) Theory

Ok, so, a while back, I made a (crack) theory about how Ness’ name comes from the Loch Ness monster, cuz he’s like a sort of equivalent to Bachira, on his team, at least in the way in which he and Kaiser play together, which resembles Isagi and Bachira’s earlier plays.

This time though, while my theory is again centered on a name, it is not another player’s name, like Kaiser’s (which I already covered in 3 posts), but on the full name of the German Team, Bastard Munchen.

That being said, I know that the name of the German team is inspired from the name of the real life FC Bayern München, also known as FC Bayern or Bayern Munich, a German professional sports club based in Munich, Bavaria & best known for its professional football team, which plays in the Bundesliga, the top tier of the German football league system. It is interesting to note that Bayern is the most successful club in German football history, with a record 32 national titles, 10 of them consecutively since 2013, and 20 national cups, along with other numerous European honours.

The real name of the team can’t be used in the series, most likely due to copyright issues, I suspect, but even so… why “Bastard”, out of all other words??😅😂😅

Well, this is where we enter the realm of speculation and my (crack) theory is rather simple and straight to the point:

it’s cuz Kaiser’s a bastard, that’s why.

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What did I say?

Simple, right ?

And since he’s (currently) the backbone of his team… well, yeah, that’s why the author went for that name…😅😂 And perhaps since the team is united by such a guy, by their reliance and belief in him, as their ace striker, their attitude is… what it is.

Just like when Isagi was the backbone of Team Z and (almost) everyone ended up training extra, cuz he did or they stood behind him when he challenged Team V, with Nagi, Reo and Zantetsu on it, telling them they were going to crush them, you know? The spirit of the ace transfers to everyone on the team, like that.

So, yeah, that’s it, that’s all I have, hope you’ve enjoyed and stick around? Next time, maybe I’ll have other theories too, of the non-crack variety too, if I’m lucky!😉😂

Till then, thank you for your time and I hope you keep on enjoying Blue Lock (and my content too)!❤️

[strikerandoverachiever]

Chapter 169 Spoilers

The spoilers are out and they can be found here:

Now, let’s go through them together!😉😄❤️❤️

First of all, the wonderful color-spread, that I will analyse a bit later in a separate post, because there are some interesting details in it:

Next, we see here the club from which Isagi’s offer came:

According to Google Translate, it’s Berssia Dortmund, aka the in-manga equivalent of the real life Borrusia Dortmund, aka, the place where the Footbonaut can be found, aka, that crazy high-tech room where the players had to score 100 goals in 90 minutes, which I also talked a bit about in previous posts.

THAT’S ONE HELL OF A COINCIDENCE.

Next, we also get to see the offers for Kunigami, Bachira and Ness, which I predicted.

I was also expecting that their offers would be higher than Isagi’s since Bachira and Kunigami scored and Ness’ offer comes from his own team, that knows his worth, so yeah, that makes sense.

Next, I think here Raichi is asking whether they are products, due to all this talk of money and I think Ego confirms that? I think he says something like “Players are merchandise for the team”.

“That is the world of professional sports.”

After this comes the real money grabber though:

Kaiser’s offer is almost 10 times Bachira’s and 6 times that of Ness.

6 times that of Ness and Ness is 2nd in the rankings; is the difference between their abilities really that high?

…Or is because he’s indespensable to the team? Because Bastard Munchen’s whole rational philosophy is built around the rationale that Kaiser is the strongest?

Is it because the German team really is, as Ness said in the previous chapter, Kaiser’s team?

Also, I think Ego says this about Kaiser, before unveilling his offer: “In other words, at the end of the Neo Egoist League, the new War Hero is…”

Then, Ego goes on to explain things a bit more and then we get a bit of the other players’ reactions:

Bachira says they have to win in order to “appeal their own value”, I believe;

Igaguri: “It’s a big chance, but to put it the other way around, if you make a mistake here, you might think that the big teams in the world are bad guys…!”; yeah, no, that’s only what a coward (like you) would think, Igaguri;

The translation for Hiori is unclear, but it says something like “Crush your life”, according to Google Translate and the sweat drop on the side of his face lets me know he’s feeling apprehensive about all of this;

Gagamaru: ”I’m rather excited/ burning up”? Good for him!😂👍🏻

Raichi is pissed about the whole thing, obviously: “Shit…Becoming toys…”

Then comes the big unveilling I talked about in my previous post:

“It’s a real-time show…”

“This is Super Entertainment”

“It has been delivered to the whole world”

We also get to see Rin playing in a game against the Italian team and scoring the wining goal.

As for Isagi… I don’t know whether he’s thinking that Ego’s the best or crazy or BOTH, but he is undoubtedly EXCITED.

And lastly, we finish the chapter with these panels of Chigiri, Nagi and Reo.

[strikerandoverachiever]

Chapter 185 Spoilers

So, I know that the spoilers for 186 are almost out (if they’re not already), but I’m still gonna post the ones for 185 here! I’ll try instead to keep on top of the spoilers for 186 tomorrow!

Ok, so 185 started with a brief recap, with the moments when Isagi was still rushing towards the net and expecting Kurona’s pass in order to score. Kurona seems like he’s feeling the pressure, while Isagi, on the other hand, looks elated, doesn’t he? He can already envision his goal, after all.

And then in comes the self-centered, self-proclaimed Emperor to ruin it all, cuz of course he does; “Welcome to my dimension, Yoichi.”

Ok, first of all, HE CAN PISS OFF!

Secondly, Isagi DID NOT give Kaiser permission to call him Yoichi.

Thirdly, THE HELL, does he think he’s doing?!?! It’s like, he completely blocked that shot!!! As if he was a defender from Manshine City, not the centre-forward for Bastard Munchen!!!

Though he is a right BASTARD!!!

Even so, refuses to give up and still atempts to score, kinda via a nutmeg??

I have to say, at this point, that I love these panels where the perspective is like “you’re the football drawing ever closer to the net”.

Too bad that Isagi couldn’t score that one himself and it instead became an assist for Kunigami; at least the German team is now in the lead.

But Kaiser now has time to run his mouth, which is the downside to that, especially as Isagi is lamenting over this missed oportunity.

And Kaiser seriously needs to ZIP IT!!!

Yeah, maybe the ball wasn’t following the perfect trajectory that Isagi envisioned cuz of him, but that don’t mean it couldn’t have been a goal; maybe the goalkeeper was gonna miss or the ball was gonna hit a pole and bounce in the net, or maybe something else resulting in a goal was gonna occur. Loads of goals have been scored from less than ideal positions too!

But I’m hands down, all the way with Isagi, in the “DESTROY KAISER” camp, like, go for it, Isagi, I’m rooting for you!!!👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻

And Noa-sensei is acknowledging all his efforts too, as well as his chosen path, so I’m all the more excited for that!