#and barou is way too fucking big for his own good

[kingkunigami]

I CAN’T BREATHE

@kenuis @prettyboykatsuki

Shirt Cut Meme Blue Lock Edition! ⚽️

Had so much fun working on this ✨ Comment and RT if you’d like to see part 2 👀.

[shoeistars]

— NO PHOTOS ! pt. 2

༺ feat. reo, barou, rin, sae, shidou

༺ outline. where the boys keep their slutty polas of you <3

༺ w. pro!players, 18+ content, minors dni, photos/polas, fem!reader, read at your own discretion as I don’t do individual tagging for element of surprise <3

༺ pt. 1 (isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi)

— REO ! car dash

When Reo got his hands on his first hypercar, his main priority was keeping the thing clean. No trash, no eating inside of the vehicle, you weren’t even allowed to do your makeup when you’re playing your role of passenger princess. He just wanted to keep the interior spotless, despite the fact that he could buy as many overpriced vehicles as he fucking desired

So, when you hopped into the car one day and noticed the pola of you that he had resting against the dash of his brand new Bugatti, you were stunned. He hadn’t even put a goddamn air freshener on the rearview yet

Whenever you got around to questioning him, all he did was shrug, a smug grin on his face as he drove you to your nail appointment. After all, he got bored when he was sitting in traffic. The picture of you, perched on his California king with the prettiest bra and panty set hugging your body juuust right was worth bending a few rules over

— BAROU ! wallet

The polaroid itself was your idea in the first place. He didn’t really understand what the hell the hype was about, but he’d bend over backwards to see that pretty smile you’d give him when you got your way. Whenever he saw the photo, however, his perspective was changed immediately

You’d been hiked up onto a bathroom sink, always getting way too horny for your own good at events where attendance mattered. He’d sneak you away when you’d start touching on him and whispering dirty shit in his ear, never able to say no to his queen

Thus the birth of the pola nestled in his wallet, right beside his bank card. The view of his thick dick stretching your tightness out was too good to pass up, milky ring of cream wrapped around his base and spilling out of your hole. He just had to have it with him at all times

— RIN ! under his pillow

Pushing the pussy whipped loser boy agenda for Rin because you’re most definitely his first love, the first girl he’s ever touched, fingered, fucked. Having popped his cherry, he can’t help but be completely enamored by you. The mere thought of you gets him hard and he hates that factor to his core

Which plays into why exactly he has a nasty polaroid of you tucked under his navy-clad pillow, right where he rests his head to sleep for the night. It’s safe there, it’s within easy reach for him to fuck his fist to when you’re too far away, which is too often for his own liking thanks to away games

The photo itself is his treasure, a simple one where you’re on your bruised knees, showing him what exactly a facial is. Although he loves you most barefaced, he can’t even lie and deny that your face dripping wet and sticky with his seed isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on

— SAE ! checkbook

Weird place, sure, but there is nothing normal about Sae as a whole. In his eyes, there are three prizes in the world: wins, money, and you. The polaroid fits perfectly right where he has it

There’s nothing more rewarding to him than whipping out his checkbook to buy something big, just to be greeted with your cunt on full display, the photo clipped front and center onto the leather book cover

It’s a real looker of a photo too, his thumb spreading your glossy folds to show off the stream of his cum dripping out of your hole, coating your asshole in thick nut. All he can ever think about is how you whimpered when he licked it up after snapping the shot

— SHIDOU ! pola wall

The consequences of dating a shameless, unhinged individual consists of your nudes being shown off any and every possible chance presented to him. He’s sick, sometimes unreasonable, but you’re too goddamn pretty for him to just hide away

Hence why he’s got a nice slab of white wall in his bedroom, fully dedicated to you. He calls it romantic, of course. All sorts of polas are taped up as decoration, different positions and scenarios

Maybe it’s awkward for guests that just so happen to step into his bedroom for whatever reason, but you like being shown off, don’t you? He figured a slut like you would wanna be put on display, considering you’re just like him

[knavves]

HIT MY BRAIN, DGAF ft various bllk men — which of the bllk boys r absolutely mf hung ?

wc: 0.8k ノ cw + tw : nsfw (18+). fem reader. blow jobs. size kink(?). dacryphilia. masturbation. use of pet names. mirror sex. belly/throat bulges. dirty talk. praise. riding. mentions of blood.

shidou is definitely huge and he knows it too. "too big for you, pretty? i know you can take more than that." he's already bulging in your throat even though he's not even fully sheathed inside your mouth, so heavy on your tongue. the stretch of your jaw fucking burns but his groans are so hot that the slight pain doesn't bother you so much. one of your hands wrap around the base of his cock, stroking whatever you couldn't reach with your mouth. the other one is knuckles deep inside your own pussy, wishing he was buried deep somewhere else. "there you go. fuck so good, such a good girl for me." the slurping and gagging noises that ricochet off the walls are downright filthy but he loves it, just as much as he loves your runny and smudged mascara. he places his large hand on the back of your head, shoving you down further on his length as he shoots his load down your throat. hearing you choke and seeing you struggle to swallow the mouthful of his cum has him hard all over again.

you're gonna have to hear me out on karasu, he is absolutely hung i know it. he loves to have you pressed up against the dresser, the wooden furniture rocking and thudding into the floor with each strong thrust of his hips. he places you in front of the mirror too, a firm grip on your jaw to make you ogle at yourself in the reflection. your eyes lock on the way your tits bounce in suite of the loud slapping noises. the drool that escapes from the corners of your opened mouth that spills uncontrollable moans is downright embarrassing but you can't reach up to wipe it, not when you need to stabilize yourself as he brutally pounds into you. but your eyes are especially drawn to where he's bulging in your abdomen. "cryin already?" he coos into your ear, his warm breath fanning your ear. he was right, you noted as you peered back at yourself in the mirror to see fat tears spilling over. you drop your head to look away from your fucked out self making him click his tongue in annoyance, "nuh uh, baby. keep yer eyes on yourself. look so beautiful."

aiku thinks you look so cute right now, cunt fluttering and squeezing him so nicely as he sinks his cock into you. you're trembling where he has you caged beneath him, shaking your head and murmuring variations of "s too big!" and "not gonna fit, oli..". but he only shushes you, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings to soothe you. "you can take it, baby. that's it.. see i knew you could." he stretches you out so so good, its no wonder several women flocked to him before he met you. but now you had him in the palm of your hand, you were the one who he came home to everyday, bending you over and drilling his fat cock into you whenever you ask. like now where he has you bent in half, legs dangling over his broad shoulders as he fucks you dumb. he has you seeing stars, pulling his cock out until just the tip is in before slamming all of his girth back into your weeping pussy.

it takes all of barou's self control to not flip you over and pound into you until you can't utter anything but his name. but regardless of his desires, he uncharacteristically takes it slow with you and lets you take your time lowering yourself onto him. it feels like he's splitting you in half, your bottom lip is tucked in between your teeth, threatening to draw blood. "you can do it. i got you, sweetheart." his voice is still gruff but his words are so unusually sweet. when you finally bottom out, he almost lets out a guttural moan at the imprint of his dick in your stomach. "feel that, baby?" he smirks when you gasp as he cruelly presses down on the bulge in your stomach. he's so deep. it takes you a few moments to adjust to the sheer size of him, no matter how many times you've fucked you always struggle to take him. "atta girl." he grunts as you start bouncing in his lap, hands sliding up to your waist to dig his rough hands into your flesh. the time it took to prep you was all worth it to feel you squeeze his cock so nicely with each raise of your hips and to hear the cute whimpers that left your lips. your voices tangled with one another as he muttered between moans how tight you were. you'd squeal and curl your toes every time he'd thrust up into you, his cock slamming against your sweet spot. "cum all over my cock, baby. make a mess for me."

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[chao-thicc-hcs]

you should do “sex with them” blue lock character. your the best 🫶

As much as I love blue lock, I will NOT age up minor characters for the sake of sexual headcanons, so I will only go for those who are canonly 18 or above for such stuff. If you want 18- characters included, it has to be only fluff or neutral, no sexual themes. Thus...

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Sex with them. (Blue Lock edition)

character(s): itoshi sae, ryusei shidou, shoei barou, oliver aiku, tabito karasu

genre(s): smut

warnings: shidou is a tad bit nasty, otherwise it is sex so expect everyhing.

reader is afab!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+. MINORS DNI

a/n: tabito is my least favorite, so apologies for him being short and somehow rushed.

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Sae fucks you like no other. He will make you cum every single time when you have sex, and always smirks when your legs tremble from his fingers, and will always stick his cock inside of you right when you reach your climax and thrust abruptly, making the experience way more ecstatic. Takes your panties with his teeth, always. Dirty talk is mandatory from his side, and he will call you his little "slut" and "plaything" with a mixture of degradation and praise in his tone, while gently caressing your face. He is not vocal most of the time, but you can tell he's enjoying it, because he bites his lower lip, closes his eyes shut and furrows his brows. If Sae ever makes a noise, it is going to be a breathy "hah~" or "mmh~". A little bit before his own climax, bites you and muffles his moans, his teeth digging deep. His pace is very slow initially, but then he abruptly accelerates, occasionally doing one very harsh thrust. His favourite position would be prone bone, because it is canon he likes butts and he enjoys the view of your ass jiggling. Loves, LOVES you in thongs, and takes pictures of your booty in them.

ミ⚝

Shidou is a monster (what a shock). He loves you giving him head beforehand, pushes your head so you lose your breath and become all red from the lack of oxygen. Loves seeing you in pain (but will be gentle if you ask him to) and chokes you, gags you, pulls your hair, and always smacks your ass, even when you're supposed to be quiet. He wants you to scream in pleasure, moans are never enough for him. His cock is big and it barely fits, but it fills you up so good you crave him more after one round. His mouth fills with saliva when he sees you wearing garters and will rip them apart with his hands, holding the fabric in his mouth while pounding inside you. Sex is never gentle with him, and has quite a big collection of ropes, chains, leather ties and shit, and will always tie you up. He's broken his bed with you before, and won't hesitate to do it again. Also, the thrill of being caught excites him, so expect frequent risky public sex with him. Man is a freak and enjoys period sex too, something about the bloody mess both will make riles him up, and he's willing to fuck you every day of your period. Deffo fucks you at least thrice before a game, because you're his lucky charm. Doesn't have favorite position, he loves all of them.

ミ⚝

Barou always makes sure the atmosphere is top-notch - lights up scented candles, the sheets are fresh out the washing machine, and he's showered at least twice beforehand. Gives amazing head, his tongue swirls on your pussy and loves sucking on your clit and squeezing your thighs, making remarks on how good you taste. Very tough on the field but once you touch him in private he will melt into your hands and let you dominate him for a short while, until he randomly decides to take the lead, but he never lays a hand on you, not even reassuring him will make him slap your ass or sth else, only squeezing. Surprisingly vocal - grunting, moaning, panting in your ear. Loves being praised by you, and your words really rile him up, and he is willing to increase his pace to the point where he becomes numb to the exhaustion. Man has stamina and goes for more than three rounds. His favorite would be shower/bath tub sex. He loves seeing the water fall down your back, or hearing the splashing of the bath tub water when he fucks you. He worships your body, so he opts for any position where he can caress/massage it, especially your sides. He doesn't like admitting it, but if you wear any sort of crop top with fitted pants, you're capable of making him horny on the spot.

ミ⚝

Oliver always makes sure the foreplay is long and sensual, so he can get you overstimulated from just his touch then finish you off with his cock. He'd start caressing your tits, licking your nipples while his fingers work wonders inside your pussy. He makes you cum at least 5-6 times during sex, and he wants you loud. Gives you compliments the entire time, specifically how tight and warm your pussy is. He goes deep, and always hits the opening of your cervix with force, making you wince in both slight pain and pleasure. Vocal - moans, pants, whimpers, whatever. Likes to play some music in the background, and has led lights that he always has on the color red. Loves the stand & carry position - the way your body shakes and trembles while his hands are placed on your lower back makes him go feral. If you ever prepare to go out and put on a fancy attire, he'd always fuck you in it. A fan of quickies, so there will always be one in the locker right before a game. Loves to smear your make up and leave huge hickeys on your entire body, especially chest, and doesn't let you cover them, he takes pride in what's his. Likes to make you lay on your stomach on his lap and spank your ass. Deffo has a pic or two of his cock placed on your cheek or tongue.

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Tabito loves orgasm control. Would order you to scream right before you cum and then he will cease your orgasm, smirking and chuckling at your exasperated pants and huffs. His hands are always either grabbing your tits or hips. Uses toys on a daily basis, especially when he feels like he wants to observe you touching yourself and try to use the toys yourself. Mutual masturbation is also of his taste - he'd kiss you and start plastering pecks and bites on your neck, stroking his cock and then gesturing you to touch yourself, too. Both of you cumming together warms his soul and makes the moment between you unforgettable. Always cums on your tits, always. Likes to see you wear cat ears and a black set of lingerie, and if you have stockings or fishnets - huge huge bonus and he'd go on for longer, just so he could completely tear your stockings/fishnets apart. Cums fairly quickly, so he is slower and only accelerates if he's close or on round 2+. Lets you play with him and use toys on him, too.

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[balcon1es]

pairing: bachira/rin/isagi

word count: 5,510

summary:

Isagi’s parents always joked that when God was putting him together in the womb, he made Bachira between his breaks. They were a matching set. The yin to his all-consuming yang. Bachira didn’t route-read, because Bachira didn’t care about what was logical. Hell, Bachira didn’t care about what was legal. ”What’s the fun in knowing how it ends?” he laughed. “Good luck pulling that kind of shit on a real crag," Rin said. "You do know holds like these don’t exist in the real world, right? One wrong move and you’re dead.” “Well, do tell us more, almighty climber,” Isagi teased. “What’s it like in the big bad deadly outdoors?”

Or: Summer in the Blue Lock climbing gym. Going up and growing up. Don't look down now. [bachirinsagi]

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Chapter One: first ascent

Whipper (Climbing) noun. a sudden and unexpected fall in lead climbing, where one plummets often dramatically in an arcing manner, with the rope creating a forceful whip-like motion

Warm-Up

“You the route-setter?” said the boy.

Isagi wasn’t paying too much attention to how life looked like before this moment, and that was his first mistake—he would’ve held on to it more, if he knew; noted the logical geometry of where things fell, the brown noise of climbers milling in, chalk dusting the air like a parody of snowflakes, the protein shake metabolizing in his gut, and one napping Bachira Meguru, drooling on his lap. The predictable trajectory of his life as it unspooled before him. A trajectory that did not include boys like this one—long under-lashes, dark hair that fringed a heartbreaker’s face. And the face, well. There was no preparing for it. Like a lance to the gut.

The black hole had opened on a Tuesday, 7 PM: the new boy had walked into Blue Lock’s climbing gym with a long-limbed easy grace and topped the boulder Isagi had set—a nasty V10 that even Bachira, for all his freaky hundred-and-one tricks, couldn’t send, the one Barou called, “absolutely sickening” and “fucking psychotic” and not in a good way, mind you, you donkey, you ever gonna stop fucking around and set some real boulders? 

Isagi was going to be done with it, he promised; with Blue Lock being the only decent climbing gym this side of Saitama, Isagi knew it was time to settle for a little less crazy, a little more “friendly for the masses.” Even if the thought of it clawed at him. If no one could top this problem, then that would be his sign.

Eleven seconds. That was how long it took for the boy to assess Isagi’s route. He bent down to dip his hands in his chalk bag. Graceful hands, like a pianist’s. Then, simply, he—

”Went up,” was all the words Bachira could muster while they debriefed over greasy post-climb ramen and Isagi tried not to flounder in the soup of his despair and whatever tatters remained of his climbing career, whatever that was supposed to be. Bachira spoke with reverence, like recounting an urban myth: how, with an uncanny strength and elegance, the new boy went for the paddle dyno with no breath wasted—had the gumption to hold it there, where most had fallen, like he had time to ponder about what he was having for dinner while his legs flared out behind him, eight feet of air below.

When it happened, Bachira stilled, slowly sitting up from where he’d pillowed his head on Isagi’s lap. Bachira always had a sense for The Fun. Six holds left. The boy traversed to his right, with a tiny delicate footswap, over the hold the size of a crumb. (“A hold for fucking ants,” Kunigami grumbled.) Quick pogo to another paddle dyno, his back muscles contracting like tectonic plates. “Holy shit,” Isagi said. Bachira’s jaw fully ajar. Isagi had never seen such dancelike, sure-footed movement. Like the holds were magnetized to his body. This was a boy that would not fall. 

Four holds left. The crux: an ugly blind dyno to an even uglier hold. (“Tore my meniscus again just looking at it,” Chigiri observed.)

Three holds left. Two.

One—

The boy’s left palm silently accompanying the right. Slow and controlled.

Match.

“Well?” the new boy said, eyes granite. Isagi’s mouth went dry at the full force of it sent his way. “You set that V10?”

“Yeah—yeah, I did.” This bastard just flashed it . “Just that one though, I’m still in training. Anri-san’s our head routesetter, so—”

Around them, climbers began to clap, like they were all breaking out of the same sleeping spell. The boy didn’t seem to notice; his eyes turned to the wall then back to Isagi, and the potency of it made Isagi stand a little straighter. Lashes, Isagi thought, already sliding all these new minute details into the vast library of data he accumulated to make sense of it all. Lashes, climbing like dancing, boys, pretty boys—          

“You call this a V10? That was hardly a V6,” Itoshi Rin said. “This gym is a fucking joke.” 

Then he turned to leave.

Beside him, Bachira made an aborted noise, a cross between a shriek and a garbled scoff. “Wait!” Bachira cried. “Well, whatever you feel about this gym, we still honor first ascent privileges. You top it, you name it. Don’t we, Isagi?”

“I guess,” Isagi managed, despite the lance in his gut. 

Rin’s mouth curled at the edges, turning and turning the handle of his weapon. “Mm, how about,” and he smiled, like recalling a sour joke, “Warm Up?”

—lashes, chalk, pretty boys, graceful boys, punchable-in-the-fucking-mouth—

Reset

“Fresh problems, fresh out the oven,” Isagi sing-songed, turning the corner to see Kunigami, Chigiri, and Bachira already warming up by the bouldering mat. He ducked out of Bachira’s fake-high five and ruffled his hair, if only to see the answering pout. “Exrta spicy, just for you. Yeah, yeah, I set you some dynos on the steep wall, Kunigami, who the hell do you think I am? Everybody say thank you Isagi.”

“Thank you Isagi!” Bachira and Chigiri chorused. Kunigami mimed zipping his mouth and bumped Isagi’s fist as their friends dashed straight for the walls. 

Why anyone would choose to spend their spare time climbing fake plastic rocks only to climb back down again, Isagi couldn’t tell you. Everyone had a different reason. There was a logic to it that drew him in—set your base, build the triangle, find the most optimal body positioning, tension, momentum. There were 1000 ways to reach to top, like there were 1000 ways to die doing so. 

While there were no hard rules to sending a problem, there was, Isagi liked the argue, a single best sequence to get you there. Isagi had spent his first few years climbing being that weird, off-putting kid in rentals who studied how you moved up those multicolored cracks and footholds, only to tell you after—depending on your weight, strength level, and climbing IQ—what bad fucking form you had, actually, those first four moves were really shitty, and that’s why you ruined the rest of it, but it’s fine, hey, listen, we can fix it, next time here’s what you need to do.

Needless to say, that sort of intensity never stood a chance in a commercial gym. 

Route-setting was the obvious choice.

Of sorts, Bachira was his natural antithesis. Isagi’s parents always joked that when God was putting him together in the womb, he made Bachira between his breaks. They were a matching set. The yin to his all-consuming yang. Break to his lever. Bachira didn’t route-read, because Bachira didn’t care about what was logical. Hell, Bachira didn’t care about what was legal. ”What’s the fun in knowing how it ends?” His best friend liked the flashy moves, the zingers and shoulderbusters. The sketchier, the better. Mostly, he liked breaking Isagi’s carefully sequenced routes and blowing his mind wide open.

There was THUD as Bachira’s back hit the mat. A few heads turned, a split-second of shock, until Bachira rolled back to his knees and beamed, like he didn’t just fall 10 feet.

“So close!” he giggled. “That was a fun one, Isagi!”

Only Bachira would think of doing a figure 4 in such a cramped, unstable position on the steep wall. Isagi rolled his eyes playfully as Bachira swiped his water bottle and planted his mouth on it, drinking long and greedy. Then it was Chigiri and Kunigami’s turn. 

“That was inspired,” came Chigiri’s calm verdict; he came close to Bachira’s last position before bailing from the purple route with a loud FUCK, SHIT!

“Fun, right?” Bachira said. “I love when Isagi gets creative.”

“I don’t know, sometimes I swear he’s trying to kill us,” Kunigami replied, panting, two minutes after Chigiri’s attempt. “That one-handed catch? Disgusting.”

“Was thinking of you, you muscle freak.” Isagi winked. “Too spicy for you?”

“Yeah, Kunigami-kun. It’s literally all jugs, bro.”

“Don’t even fucking start. No yapping until you send it.”

“Oho.” Chigiri grinned, all teeth. “Maybe I will.”

Bachira swatted Chigiri’s back as he faced the wall again, accepting whatever it offered. “C’mon, Chigirin!”

“You got this, princess,” Isagi crowed—so buoyed by the presence of his friends, their laser-sharp attention that some days bordered on religious, even Blue Lock’s speakers piping awful hyper-pop into his ears, that for a moment, he forgot all about strange dullness that washed over him when he put on his uniform this morning, the same one he wore yesterday, same one he’ll pull on tomorrow, and the day after that. “C’mon, yes, nice, let’s go, nice one—you’re so close, c’mon, listen to me, no, listen—WHAT ARE YOU, SOME KIND SOME WEAK SHIT? FINISH IT!” A curse, then a body hitting the mat with a groan. “THE FUCK DID YOU BAIL FOR?”

“There it is,” Kunigami drawled, “Deranged Asshole Mode: On,” at the same time Chigiri hollered back, “Shut the hell up, I don’t wanna hear nothing!” 

“Aw, good try, Princess. I think, maybe if you skipped that hold—the one that looks like a nipple? Then imagine if you went like—” Bachira flung himself on the third overhanging hold, facing them, then swung both legs over his head to hook his toes on the crimp above—a perfect bat hang. “Then you can rest your hands for a bit. See? Then, you just gotta—”

“Yeah, no.” Chigiri turned around. He jabbed a finger into Isagi's chest, breathing hard. “Isagi, I swear to god if you open your mouth.”

Isagi raised his hands disbelievingly. “Fine. Figure it out yourself.”

“Or you.” 

Kunigami grinned back, rising to his feet to roll his shoulders. “I guess I gotta do everything around here, huh?”

“I hate gym rats,” Isagi announced, after Kunigami managed to cross over to the second to the last hold with no feet, all biceps, which was just sickening to see, really. “You put your heart and soul into a problem, and in the end, they’re just gonna campus it.”

Chigiri agreed. “I despise you.”

“Aw, don’t cry, babygirls,” Kunigami said, accepting Bachira’s exuberant high-five. “We can’t all be me.”

“Talking shit when you haven’t even sent it?”

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll send it,” Bachira announced solemnly, and then was off.

“Speaking of gym rats, guess who I bumped into at the chest press this morning,” Kunigami began. Legs crossed, they shifted closer to each other in the middle of the mat. Isagi checked his watch; soon, the 8 PM after-work crowd would start swarming in; Igaguri took the day off, so Anri subbed him in to do a few safety briefings with some newbies.

“Is this Mr. Indoor-Climbing-Isn’t-Real-Climbing?” Chigiri said.

“That’s stupid,” Bachira called without turning. He blew off a layer of extra chalk on the starting hold until the purple underneath shone. “Indoor holds look way yummier.”

“...Right,” Kunigami said. “Anyway, get this. I hear Mr. Rin here moved back from the US after a climbing accident.”

“Accident?”

“What, like, a bad fall?”

“Real bad,” Kunigami said. “Failed rappel on the Revenger.” 

They shared a collective, full-body wince.

Isagi gripped his ankle, eyes tracking Bachira blurring on the wall, still relentlessly trying to stick his bat hang move. “That’s crazy, though. Do we know any Japanese climbers who’ve sent the Revenger?”

“Nope. And still none,” Kunigami said. “Guy’s still crazy, though, I’ll give him that. Him and his brother. Itoshi Sae? Yeah, so that’s the bit: the minute Rin here’s back home, he starts visiting all these gyms. Saitama’s his second stop. The catch? People are noticing he’s challenging all the same comps Sae did, years ago, before they moved.” Kunigami added, “Winning them, too.”

Chigiri whistled. “Big brother push him off a cliff or what?”  

“So he’s here for the summer comp,” Isagi said. “Bolting for Glory.”

Chigiri cursed, popping his heel out of his climbing shoe. “And I thought Barou was gonna be my biggest problem this season.”

“Not me?” Kunigami teased.

Lashes, Isagi thought, outdoor climbing, bad falls, climbing like dancing. No wonder the man moved like that; there was a knife-edged precision climbing outdoors demanded of you. It turned you inside-out. Summer comp. Bad blood? Itoshi Rin. 

“Yeah, that’s his name,” Kunigami said, and Isagi flushed. Here he was, mumbling like a fool again.

THUD on the mat. Bachira, for all his airheadedness, managed to whisper-shout at them after rolling upright: “Guys, Mr. I’m a Climber Who Climbs Outdoors is here!” 

He was right; Kuon was checking Rin in at the front desk. Rin was wearing a plain black tracksuit that drew even more attention to his stupidly long legs. As he passed, they all seemed to find great interest in their shoes. Only Bachira seemed brave enough to turn and wave. Isagi didn’t see what Rin did, though he imagined he kept emitting that same brand of Unpleasant.

Two hours and two safety briefings later, it was time for Chigiri and Kunigami to go. “My flappers have flappers,” Chigiri explained. He held up ten fingers and boasted their flayed, red skin. 

Bachira said, “yuck!” like it was amazing.

“Anyway, we’re headed home. You coming, Bachira? Waiting up for Isagi, as usual?”

“Yep!” Bachira said, popping the P. Kunigami ruffled his hair. Isagi waved, watched them go, then turned back to watching Rin on the moonboard, absolutely demolishing the moves, from the corner of his eye. 

“You don’t have to wait up again, Bachira,” Isagi called out, though it was half-hearted; Bachira always waited up for him to close shop. 

“S’fine, I really wanna try sending this today. I’m so close! Also, I think new guy’s gonna project Anri-chan’s V12 on the boulder roof.”

The sentiment was loud in Isagi’s ears: I wanna see him send it. Isagi burned for it, too.

Every day Rin walked into the gym like it was his mission to send each of Isagi’s “unsendable” routes, the exact same way Isagi had envisioned, only to blow that vision apart with one brilliant move at the last second. If Isagi dwelled on it a bit more, he’d realize Rin had been going here nearly every day, all alone, and that he looked bored out of his mind. Or no—that wasn’t it, was it? It was a face that reminded him a little of Bachira, a lifetime ago, on the day they met. Holding on, waiting for the drop, and so keenly, quietly in pain it took Isagi years to catch up to it. Something inside him broke softly. There was a high victory whoop. A tangle of limbs hurtled against his side.

“ISAGI, I DID IT.” Bachira’s skin, like the soft bodies of giddy bees, against his. “I sent your purple route!”

“No way.”

“Uh, yes way.” The proof, shoved under his nose: a video of Bachira slinging his whole torso into the void to catch the final hold. “FIRST ASCENT, LOSERS.”

“You monster,” Isagi laughed, feeling the smile split his face. Bachira kept grinning back. “Well? Was it fun?”

“So fun.” The glint of Bachira’s eyes was a pocket knife. “I want another.”

“Greedy.” 

“Duh. Now, I finally get to watch Rin-chan!” Bachira left the piece of paper in Isagi’s hands and darted off in Rin’s direction, like a bee to the world’s most repugnant flower.

Isagi glanced at the slip. “Oh, you are not naming my route Purple Nurple —”

Purple Nurple (V11 | FA: Bachira Meguru)

Rin considered the purple wall like it was a minefield. Bachira was grinning, like he planted them there.

“Oh, this one’s super fun, Rin-chan. Promise! I spent all yesterday afternoon sending it. It has two coordi-moves, then a really sketchy knee bar—”

“Did I ask?”

“Sheesh, man, just try it,” Isagi said. A rare rest day for him, and of course he’d spent it at the gym. Somehow, he’d found himself walking over to the duo, drawn to the line of Rin’s back and the hook in Bachira’s smile, reeling something in.

“Another pathetic warm-up route?” Rin spoke, in greeting.

“Nah, not this one," Isagi said. "This one’s got a little something in it.”

Isagi was proud of the way he kept his eyes level, even as his gut lurched at the gaze. The guy’s face card was making him feel violent. It was ruining his life.

Bachira let out a whoop! as Rin coated his hands in chalk, making a loose fist and blowing at to get rid of the extra stuff. Sit-start, the first move—then it was impossible not to notice the arc of his shoulders, all lean, corded muscle. Or the quiet power in his left arm, muscles flexing simultaneously while he rotated his body 180 degrees to reach the next overhanging hold. It was hard to pin down a style; Rin seemed to be using a mixture of Chigiri's speed, Kunigami's power, and Bachira’s general absurdity—their best moves, Isagi noted, with his own cocktail of jealousy and awe.

Rin was past the crux now. At this rate, he was going to flash it.

“I know!” Bachira groaned, like it was delightful. Did Isagi talk out loud again? 

Well, whatever. Flash or no flash. This was why Isagi put two cruxes.

“C’mon!” Bachira gripped Isagi’s shoulder and shook him like a ragdoll. “Rin-chan, let’s go!”

Second to the last hold, the biggest, hardest nipple of them all—a ginormous, glorious sloper with dual texture: texturized on bottom, deviously slippery on top.

Pulling his torso back like slingshot, Rin jumped sideways—his first dynamic move. The swing nearly took him off: for a second, Rin was falling. Then he caught himself with his free hand and kicked on the wall hard, reorienting his center, then made his way up. Denying texture, denying physics. Weightless, again. 

Match. 

Two electric-blue Scarpas hit the mat.

Bachira whined. “You made that look way too easy!”

“Damn, dude. Solid.” Isagi reached his fist out for a bump. This, Rin quickly rebuffed as he reached for his water bottle.  

“That won’t do.” Bachira grabbed Rin’s wrist and bonked it with Isagi’s. “Where’s your manners?”

Rin jerked back. “Where’s yours? You don’t just touch strangers.”

“Strangers? We’ve been climbing buddies for weeks now,” Bachira complained, crossing his arms. Rin looked like he wanted to contest this, but Bachira was already talking over him. “But why did you static the third move anyway? Bo-ring. You could’ve done a bat hang, at least. Right, Isagi?”

Bachira was already running towards the wall to demonstrate. “He’s not gonna let up,” Isagi informed Rin. “By the way.”

“See?” Bachira said, upside down.

“You’ll use too much energy,” Rin scoffed.

A laugh as Bachira accepted gravity. Isagi let him swipe his water bottle again as he hopped over. There was a stripe of chalk on his cheek. “Yeah, but it’s more fun, right?” 

“It’s excessive and inefficient.” Rin looked pointedly at the way Bachira massaged the calf where Isagi was betting a cramp was going to set in, any minute now; in three, two, one— “Look: now you’re all pumped, your legs are useless and you don’t have any strength to do anything else. Am I right?”

“But did I look cool though?”

“Debatable,” Rin said. Bachira stuck his tongue out. Instead of taking off to hiss at first-timers or shred pushups at the pullup bar or god knows whatever else Rin liked to do all by his lonesome—not that Isagi liked to imagine what Rin did, not at all—Rin sat down, pulled off his Scarpas, and stared at the purple problem with a keen gaze. Tilted his head, like a cat. “Bat hang, huh,” Rin said, the closest they would get to a concession. “Maybe.” 

“Maybe?” Isagi tore his gaze from the way Rin’s throat moved, taking in full gulps of water, back to the nasty cramp he was helping push out of Bachira’s leg. On his back, Bachira made pitiful sounds. “So it can work.”

“Good luck pulling that kind of shit on a real crag. You do know holds like these don’t exist in the real world, right? One wrong move, you’re dead.”

“Well, do tell us more, almighty climber,” Isagi teased. “I beseech you: what’s it like climbing in the big bad deadly outdoors?” And the second surprise of the night: Rin did exactly that.

Hakuho High West Wing Arete

In the strange blistering weeks after, summer crept towards a degree closer to unbearable, Bachira demanded wilder and wilder routes, and Rin continued to find more creative ways to badmouth his route-setting. Rin, Isagi learned, who under all those stupid lashes and radioactive levels of Off-putting, seemed to be a guy who was irrevocably, if not equally, obsessed with The Rocks like Isagi was. 

Isagi was getting used to the shape of his attention. Rin jammed his fingers into Bachira’s back when his spine sagged without tension. Barked, “WRONG,” every time they made a move that wasn’t Rin’s exact flavor of climbing. Called Isagi’s latest boulder route, “fucking lukewarm,” like he was some kind underpaid undersecretary, delivering him coffee for the day. Still, Rin never failed to hold up his end of the bargain in this tenuous belaytionship: to show them some damn good climbing. 

The little flame in Isagi’s chest was back. It licked him black and blue. 

“You got that look on your face again,” Bachira sing-songed as they left the gym.

“What look.”

“Ah, yes. The look,” Kunigami agreed behind him. Chigiri grinned.

“What.”

“That little wrinkle. Here.” Bachira’s finger poked Isagi’s temple. “You’re thinking about Rinrin, aren't you?”

“Rinrin?” balked Isagi.

“Ah, did I not mention? We’re lead partners now! I think. He walked up to me one day and asked me to be his belayer.” Bachira swept his bangs over his right eye for his best impression of one Itoshi Rin. “Might as well, since you’re hanging out being useless all the time.”

Kunigami whistled. "Sounds like him."

“Okay, first of all? You gotta be around the same weight to be partners,” Isagi pressed. "Second of all, really, Bachira?"

“He said, don’t worry. I won’t fall. Isn’t that crazy?” Bachira laughed. “He’s so crazy. He's just like me!”

“He’s nothing like you, Bachira."

“Damn, Isagi’s gonna kick him out the gym for stealing his belay partner,” Chigiri said.

“I’d kick him out for less, if I could,” Isagi tossed back. “He’s gotta stop sending all my problems. Seriously. He’s scaring off all the first-timers, too. And he takes way too long at the showers! I swear he has this whole beauty routine, like—guys? Aaand there they go.”

Save for Kunigami, Isagi was alone on the street; they’d lost Chigiri and Bachira a few ways back to some cracks in the wall. They looked mesmerized by it. The sign on the arc above read: HAKUHO HIGH. Isagi recognized its fancy brick design. Flemish pattern. 20 meters wide. Crimpy, but good for traverse. 

Chigiri was pulling out three fingers he’d plugged into a small gap in the wall. “That’s a great finger jam. You think you can do it?” 

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Bachira winked, already rolling up his pant leg.

“Sometimes, I hate climbers,” Kunigami despaired for Isagi to hear, but he was already whipping out his phone. Later, there’d be a reel of all four of them: climbing and slipping off the wall and climbing again, then falling all over each other in public.

When they were young, Bachira was always falling off of things. He’d gotten the itch first—always scaling trees, finding small notches in the wall, hanging upside off of ledges and promising the view, Isagi, the view! The first time they’d met, he’d chipped a tooth falling off the first-floor balcony when Marcus, the moneyed, hoity-toity class president, flung a shoe at him while Bachira tried to reach the school bell. 

As kids, that bell was the closest thing they had to a god. It dictated class, recess, nap time. Only Bachira had the gall to reach out and pluck it for himself, grinning as he made that slow ascent. Grinning, as the sidewalk opened his hands. As they called him freak. 

Later, after the parent-teacher meeting, the tearful fussing, Isagi had snuck out to tie Marcus’ shoe, his bag, and all his favorite things on the balcony like a flag. His teachers mistook it as another rebellion. Isagi meant it as a promise. 

You know what would’ve made that more fun? Isagi asked him.

Bachira, who had hunched into the void inside himself the moment his mother came, said, Tell me. Unfurling, a flower to its first sun.

No one was surprised to learn it wasn’t a phase for either of them. Bachira liked it all—lead climbing, bouldering, top rope—he was happy to be weightless, to be a body hanging off an abyss, better if it was just them two; tied to one another, braiding visions to top a wall and come back down to do it all over again. 

On the world's most awkward family dinner Isagi confessed he wanted to make plastic rocks for a living, Isagi had hoarded the apology in his mouth all day—until Bachira had whooped and said, mouth full of macaroni, you know Isagi, route setting at Blue Lock is a great idea!

It was a great idea. And it was turning out to be a great life. Bachira vaulted to the top of Hakuho High’s arete, pumped his fist, and for a fevered moment Isagi remembered that same hazard-eyed kid at twelve years old who matched his crazy, who leaned over the table and said, Make me fun routes, Isagi. The most fun. Chigiri caught his legs as Bachira jumped off. They rolled together in a haphazard tangle. Their laughs shattered the air. Kunigami grabbed them both by the scruff and grunted, fuck, cops, cops, move along.

Isagi would’ve been okay, if this was how the rest of his life looked like. He would've been fine. Then there was Rin's dumb little face again, rising to the surface. Bored, with a dash of pissed-the-fuck-off. Like he'd taken one look at Isagi's life, the small patch of green he’d been diligently watering and said, that’s it?

Lashes, Isagi thought, summer comp, climbing like dancing, outdoors. Then what? What comes next after all this?

“C’mon on, Isagi.” Bachira was grabbing him by the wrist, giggling as they ran down the opposite lane as cop cars blurred past, lights strobing red-blue-red. “Keep up!”

Lukewarm, Part One

Isagi found his answer, two hours after blindly pitching down the rabbit hole that was Itoshi Rin’s traditional climbing Youtube videos. Despite Rin having the online presence of a rock, leaving them to subsist on the odd compendium of short clips, competition recordings, and the even rarer interview accompanying his past partner, it was clear Rin’s magic was hereditary. None of those Itoshi boys moved right. Not like anyone with skin and blood. It was like watching water travel through rock: no second thoughts, just the cool forward rush, a bubbling under the surface. 

The video was five years old: Boulder Breakdown: Hueco V15 Itoshi Brothers. Isagi finished the video, and he knew.

Rin nodded at him now when Isagi smiled at him in greeting. Small jerk of the head, barely there. Small wins. Isagi blew the steam from his coffee mug and sat down to man the front desk for the early Saturday shift. Rin took his usual spot by the moonboard, began picking out some warm up equipment. I swear, it’s this whole thing, Bachira described. I fell asleep waiting for him once! But after, Rin’s skin looked warm, more alive, sweat gathered on his lashes, and the way he moved—

It took Rin an eternity to notice the new route on the 45-degree wall. The holds brilliant blue. He looked back at Isagi for a second. 

He took in a pull of coffee. Tried to go for nonchalant while Rin climbed but couldn’t help it—it was like looking away from a comet.

Seconds later, Rin’s shoes were hitting the mat. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet of the gym. Rin pushed himself up, looking stunned.

Isagi tore his gaze away, back to his phone.

Then Rin made a second attempt. He spent ten seconds glaring at it, finding the path up this beast of a climb Isagi had agonized over, inspired from Rin’s various trad climbing feats on scorched crag and mossy overhang, this little homunculus Isagi knew could finally bite back. Isagi even threw in a fist jam in there, then two disgusting moves one normally wouldn’t find in an indoor gym, because it tested the body in a bad way. The last hold, if you made it there, was lethal. Isagi made sure of it. If you could wriggle your torso out of those three consecutive heel hooks, you’d need the perfect balance of tension and momentum to surge up and stand on the sloper without windmilling backward, into the abyss.

One move left. A big one. Rin made the upwards move. The edge of Rin’s shoe planted itself on the sloper, catching it. His calf tensed so hard Isagi tensed his own in sympathy. Two palms on the wall as a brace, feather-light.  

Clever, so maddeningly clever. But not enough.

Itoshi Rin didn’t fall. He slipped though; caught himself miraculously on another blue hold below, then let go—a little too fast this time. He landed on two feet—always on two feet—and had to roll twice to get upright.

Isagi couldn’t even hide it anymore. He was grinning right into his coffee.

“Oi. Routesetter.” Rin asked, palm landing flat on the front desk. The back of his head was in disarray, like he’d just dodged an electromagnetic field. "You set this?"

A slow sip. “My name’s on it, isn’t it?”

“So you did.” Rin's chest was rising, falling. “V13?”

“I don’t know, haven’t graded it yet.”

"You don't know."

Isagi’s smile edged out of its sheath. “What would you grade it?”

Rin’s nose flared, dodging the trick. “It’s not your usual style.”

“Call me inspired,” Isagi said. “Well? What’d you think?”

Rin’s chest was still heaving, proof of the effort he’d made. A bead of sweat unclipped itself from his chin and ran down the long column of his neck. The longer Isagi stared at it, the more flushed it grew. “Better than the shitty problems I’ve had to tolerate this past month.”

Isagi snorted. “Whatever you say. It’s the first time I’ve seen you not flash something. Don’t worry; that was a solid try though. Really smart climbing.”

“Thank god you think so,” Rin said.

Isagi bit back a laugh. “God, you really are like this all the time, huh? Don’t you get tired of it? Come on, get. There's more shiny stuff on the lead wall."

Rin’s annoyance didn’t abate, but he looked around the gym. “Where’s your fungal overgrowth?”

“Bachira never gets up this early. He’s coming in around twelve—but you only get him for an hour, tops. I’m doing lead later, too.”

“Get your own belayer.”

“He was my belayer first, asshole.”

“Don’t you have more boring walls to set?”

“You can’t even send this one, dude.”

At that, something in Rin’s eyes seemed to crystallize and go sharp. Isagi shouldn’t pitch forward, grinning wide and for show; he should be backing off, covering the tender in his throat. 

Rin said, “Then, better keep your eyes on me.”

Isagi fake-yawned. “What're you gonna do?”

Rin was already walking off. “I'm going to fucking send it. With one hand.”

Lukewarm, Part Two

To Isagi’s chagrin, Rin, did in fact, “fucking send it.” 

One-handed.

The video was in his phone. It burned a hole in his pocket. Isagi took it out to watch between shifts, twice or thrice a day, when he was in line at the grocery, when he was bolting candy-colored holds to the wall, when he wanted to remind himself how utterly, perfectly ruined his life was, now that Itoshi Rin stepped foot in it.

In the dark of his room, the video branded itself behind his eyes. 

Then, strangely and without warning, he imagined himself, in Rin's place. A phantom tracing over his moves. All the ways he'd reach the top. All the ways he'd do different.

Ridiculous. That was what Rin's climbing was like. And Isagi was a realist: there was nothing particularly impressive about him. He wasn't monstrously strong or endlessly creative. There was nothing safe about this train of thought either. Only air under him. Nothing good. Right here. Right here was a good place to stop, recoup. But the light was seductive. Even as Isagi slept, the backs of his eyes felt dry, his mouth parched. The lance in his gut kept turning, turning, glowing white-hot.

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I AM HERE TO YAP ABOUT BLUE LOCK

and i reeeeeaally liked s2 so i'm gonna get the stuff i didn't enjoy out of the way right at the beginning so i can focus on all the stuff i liked: animation was kinda boring. i didn't enjoy how static it was and i CERTAINLY did not enjoy the weird unfinished looking 3d shots

HOWEVER THERE'S GOOD NEWS REGARDING THAT POINT - I DID NOT REALLY CARE BECAUSE I WAS SO INVESTED ANYWAY WOHOO

don't get me wrong, i would've loved more motion but the shots that were supposed to hit really hit - like reo copying aiku?? HELLO?? i kicked my feet when i saw that it looked sooo cool AND REO COPYING NAGI TOO 😭😭 i don't even fw reo all that much but that got me so hyped i got surprised by my own excitement 💀 and all the goal shots too, barou swooping in to steal that pass from rin and isagi's final goal went so hard, i watched those in bed yesterday before going to sleep and i was silent screaming to not wake people up

i gotta say my favorite segment animation wise was rin outdribbling sae in the end, it was so fluid and pretty and the colors and effects were so cool i loved it 🛐🛐 also i hate to say it but rin won me over - he was kinda whatever to me but when "I'm done being Itoshi Sae's little brother" OUFFF SIR MY HEART 😭😭😭 also i lk wanna slap sae like yes good character but bro why are you such a cunt 💀💀

now have a completely unsorted list of my personal s2 highlights:

the puzzle piece saying "luck" flashing over the screen right before isagi's final goal

nagi being like "did i mess up my introduction" when everyone was dead silent after his goal

oliver aiku

gagamaru doing the weird fish kick?? i don't remember the name where he threw his legs up while being on his forearms to defend the goal- yk what i mean right

bachira letting the monster take over in the end

karasu's "use me" line when he joined the attackers

oliver aiku.

chigiri running, chigiri teaming up with otoya and karasu, chigiri cramping, chigiri crying, every shot of chigiri was a blessing

ISAGI HELPING CHIGIRI STRETCH AND TELLING HIM HE DID GOOD WHILE CHIGIRI WAS ABOUT TO CRY ARE YOU KIDDING ME MY HEART BROKE

having the families there that was so sweet

did i mention oliver aiku

niko in the big jacket he looked so CUTE

ego's fist clenching after they won the match

when rin made his way to the goal all by himself and the ball hit the what's it called the metal frame or whatever and sae went "still half-baked" that had me gagging like girl?? GIRL?? THE NERVE??

shidou, while gross, was very cool and i really like him a lot more than i thought i would

speaking of shidou having him electrocuted and locked up with a muzzle was crazy like respectfully ego you should be in jail

kunigami entering blue lock again was so hnngnn like why does he look like he went to war why do i have a feeling that i'm not gonna like the reunion between him and his old teammates

OLIVER 👏 FUCKING 👏 AIKU 👏

i'm probably forgetting a shit ton of stuff but that's it for now ily have a great day or night or whatever feel hugged and drink water ❤️

QBSBWNNDNWNDNWNDNNW AHHHHHH I KNOW RIGHT HOLY- 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Nah cause full agree the animation in the beginning was kinda funky, but they got their shit together by the end and that’s all I really needed you know? Especially that movie-like animation towards the end AHHHHH!!! AND REO!!!! When Aryu called him “Glam-eon” I nearly choked to death I was laughing so much whxbwnndns BUT SERIOUSLY HE CAME THROUGH!!! He grew on me like a fungus (affectionate)

RIN’S TRANSFORMATION ANZNANNSNS I was lowkey icked by the tongue thing but the REST AHDBANDNNSS He really said “fuck it” and went full zombie mode ABSBNWNSNANS 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 honestly mood Sae deserves a kiss on the cheek followed by a backhand 💀 I get it- but COME ON!!!

Gonna be real- I think you forgot about Oliver Aiku Rey ahznnansnqjsnwnsnsn 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 NAH BUT FOR REAL HE WAS THE MOMENT!!! THEY ALL WERE!!! Chigiri’s existence was everything; from his wins to his tears to him in the FREAKING PUFFER HE LOOKED SO DAMN PRECIOUS THEY ALL DID AHZBANZNWNNSNSNSNS

I FREAKING LOST IT WHEN IT MISSED HELL TO THE NAH- AND THE DRIBBLE OFF QJSNWNSNNWNSNWNDN 😍😍😍😍😍😍 all the things you listed, Bachira being freaking amazing, Shidou being a slut (affectionate and also mood) for Sae, EGO’S SUBTLE BUT REAL FIST CLUTCH MY HEART!!!! He was so damn proud in his own right 😍😍😍😍🤣🤣🥰🥰😭😭💪🏻

KUNIGAMI I’M GONNA LOSE MY SH- That both scares me and excites me AHHHH GOD AHNSNQNSNANSNSNS 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 the families, the victories, the wins the FREAKING ITOSHI BROTHERS- BARU RIPPING HIS SHIRT OFF QHSBBWBXNWNDNSNS (I cried laughing over Maid Barou’s return 🤣)

AND JUST FREAKING ISAGI WHAT ARE WORDS TO DESCRIBE I ADORE HIM SO!!! His support to Chi, his win, his awkward interview turning into him being such a powerhouse- AHHHHH!!!! This whole season was banging!!! Sure, animation was debatable in the beginning but where it hit like you said HIT!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💖 God I wanna watch season 3 now! 🤣🤣🤣 Gotta wait, but I’m likely gonna rewatch it from the beginning soon so YEE!!!

Thank you for screaming over Blue Lock with me friend! Even if I’m late to reply, I’m always welcoming to shrieking fits of Blue Lock!!! Just- GAHHH! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[boinin]

Blue Lock Manga

Chapter 215 scanlation is out!

Some thoughts under the cut. Spoilers, of course.

Link to other chapter analyses

This is the most backstory and insight we've gotten for a master, excluding Noa, and I'm here for it. I want to see older pros that are pragmatic, sensible, encouraging, but still possessing raw ego and confidence. And I want to see their flaws, or evidence of them learning from mistakes. We'll get it someday for Noa, but Lavinho and Prince's characterisations felt one-note to me.

Chapter 215 comes through for Snuffy on all fronts.

Snuffy had inflated confidence in his talent, and his own indispensability. You can tell, from how he approaches Barou, he's seeing himself as a younger player and wants to save Barou from the same pitfalls. He shares his insight without being preachy or insistent. But the advice doesn't really affect the King.

Gorgeous panel of Barou, by the way. Those eyes are 👌

We all wanted to know how Ubers managed to get Barou to play nice. Guess Snuffy's tragic backstory, then him fucking destroying Barou one-to-one on the field is the answer.

A commenter on the scanlator's site points out that Snuffy has to trauma dump on Barou to get him in line, lol. True enough. But I still really like how it's presented. The same kind of hubris that Barou clings to cost Snuffy in the long run, and also claimed the life of his football bf best friend. Listen well, egoists. Girls in hot tubs: not even once. /s

I love the key message. Barou strikes me as very insecure. He's not well liked by his teammates; he's good at football, but not playing with others. If he loses football, what parts of himself are left for him to like?

I like that Snuffy's nice about it too? He shows Barou up in terms of talent and fitness, but he's not a complete psychopath... which, you know, you can't take for granted in this series. Toxic masculinity lured me in, but I stay for the wholesome moments.

On that note, thumbs up for Aiku being a bro. I stan a messy big brother figure. I hope he gets his moment later in the Ubers match. Regarding the match, that goal has to have gone in. Gagamaru's looking back at it like 😳 Barou's probably the scorer, maybe fed by Don Lorenzo? All to be revealed next week I guess!

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okay so i cant edit so reblog. nel spoilers up to uber match ending

so he is pretty detached to people when he is focused in soccer, and actually this trait has been there since chapter 1. like ofc this could be creative decision but other than his face most people's face are kind of blurred as supporting charas and extras they are in his mind.

also the imagery of standing up on top of pile of bodies yeah. that. won't say it's a complex but something is there at least.

ego and the series says this a lot, but the reason isagi pretty much bloom in blue lock environment is because it suits him. but i think, while this read more as an hc and assumption, the most interesting thing about this that also become is strength is in how he could adapt and shift a team to focus on him. like, we see it in bastard munchen. he fucks up, realizes he fucks up, and then act + behave to show his "value" while making opportunities for himself. aka this guy really didn't let his head get too big and good for him.

which is funny because he is an egoist who prioritizes what he wants and yet somehow is still quite level headed with his ego, in the way it really never weakens him. talk about balance.

though yeah, as some few points i remember writing down here, i think this goes in hand in how his satisfaction towards an achievement seems to be not very long lasting.

tho probably this is why he blooms in blue lock that is a highly competitive high paced environment. like if he fulfill one goals he immediately focus on the next one. brutal. his mental strength is amazing.

and also looking at his dynamic with others, i think it's more visible with hiori rn, is how he really accepts the dynamic to, as bllk casts put it, "devour" or "kill" each other. like you use him to improve? actually he does so to. never brings it up, it just happens and never protests.

tho ofc seems to be in field and is an "okay" if this doesn't bother his play. BUT i will raise a point that isagi who seems to mind this (to barou during team white era, to yukimiya during vs mc) is when isagi still doesn't realize and take "protagonism" into factor. aka i think he really takes into account seriously on how "oh everyone has their own vision which affect their attitude to me. they have wants like me" aka boy you are so mature. probably why when hiori "betrays" him isagi just "let's just go get that goal".

when sae praises his brain sae got good eyes i admit. this boy's intelligence IQ & EQ wise is def up there. tho the IQ is canonically street smart as we knows how he does in school and how his strength is pretty much "improvisation. if the situation fucks you up then fuck it up back on the fly" put simply.

things about isagi yoichi

i'm keeping a list about isagi for reasons (mostly personal amusement) (please do feel free to add or correct them). contains possible spoiler for manga up to chapter 230 so far and light novel. will get longer, probably, as time goes on. (update, it gets longer and up to uber match ending as of today.)

considerate. almost like a people pleaser. actual people pleaser at first.

pragmatic. thinks very calmly, even when angry it seems, but his words still sometimes get too much.

think things through, sometimes too much.

is confident, but not unaware of his own weaknesses

start pretty insecure.

seems to be sheepish - happy when someone praise / support / pay a large attention to him (pretty humble) (interview, that one kid in station, his family)

how he acts depends on who he is interacting with

switch to a more polite speech pattern whenever nervous (pretty obvious in japanese text, like in the interview scene after bm vs mc).

seems to be less competent on other things other than soccer

looking at his favorite manga / song / shows (most are medias with children as the main audience in mind), either really loves his childhood or doesn’t pay attention to many things after soccer. seems like the latter.

a really healthy family dynamics. his parents are very supportive of his dream.

loves katsu curry.

is a pretty 'normal' high school guy it seems. tissues near the bed, thigh fetish, read manga. speaks normally.

i really don't get why he has a habit of making sure his ahoges stand up in v before a match but god thats cute.

can be really rude and impatient sometimes

is good with people, but seems to enjoy alone time too. seems to be an introvert.

at least on screen, never really talk about how it was in ichinan with the blue lock guys. either it didn't bother him that much consciously or is the type of person who gets along with everyone but no one really knows the background of in details. (put it simply might be more introverted than he appears to be, especially considering how he usually is with people)

seems to be uncomfortable with new people in his personal space (early bachira + kaiser)

while doesn’t ‘like’ rude people, seems to grow ‘used’ to them and even openly admire them (barou + rin)

does not seems to easily prejudice / be judgmental to someone. is really patient (respect to barou, that one chapter with tada from ichinan, still praises kaiser despite the antagonism between them)

his fashion sense is pretty... this is very subjective as i don't have the word for it yet, but yeah, is either not good or pretty old fashioned. (in anime official arts)

when it comes to soccer often looks angrier expression wise

really egoistic. unsurprisingly.

sometimes is pretty self centered in the way that “this is my fault” sometimes, rather than focusing on someone else. but most of the time his self centeredness comes out as “i want this and i will get this”.

on some moments also seems to focus more on what he is not satisfied with rather than what he is satisfied with. might be caused by the storytelling beats, but if taken into consideration how he always wants to improve, it's not unsurprising.

seems to be more goal / result oriented, but is not dismissive towards the process.

whenever he sees someone better than him or something seems to be ‘impossible’ for him, most of the time his responds are ‘i have to work harder for it’. sometimes there are moments of insecurity, but they are fleeting and always went back to ‘i will overcome this / him’ as a respond.

very!!!! competitive. but it’s blue lock.

both in and outside soccer, seems to be very independent

seems to be more analytical by nature rather than intuitive, especially in learning style. complete opposite of nagi.

often starts noticing things from little things and details first before going and getting the bigger picture. detail oriented person? at least in soccer.

yeah soccer nerd.

if the 0 valentine choco, his reaction to seeing live two women getting played in karaoke, and how he didn't immediately went to girls in bowling alley—yeah. definitely 0 experience with girls.

is not wishy washy. knows what he wants and is not the type to change his preference because of his surroundings. did just act as if his preference is different / just doesn't say a thing or walk away when it isn't, back in ichinan these habits are obvious. in blue lock, he doesn't actively try to make other people uncomfortable and even still accommodate some out of the field, but clearly has become more outspoken in his preference or for his comfort. boy really grew more confident (and i love him for it).

he asks santa for ps4 and other than yeah normal highschool boy behavior idk how to dissect or overanalyze this yet give me a sec or a year.

like treats!!!! seems to be partial to sweets, but he also enjoys sour candies according to egoist bible.

doesn't like being ignored. and it kinda shows.

his beef with kaiser is hilarious—but it make sense because kaiser obviously bring it up even out of field (that locker room scene after yukimiya isagi argument), taunts isagi every chance he got (vs barcha, vs mc), and whatever happened in the match. isagi better than some bluelockers and me fr frfr considering he still did not try to punch kaiser's mug.

which bring the point doesn't seems to enjoy fistfight. either shitty at it or just chose not too. but looking at his trend of being shitty at things that are not soccer and his canonically low stats especially before blue lock. yeah might be shit at fistfight (with also a bit of the latter because how do one not try to sock kaiser in the face after *gestures wildly* all that. footnote, i admit the bias). (karaoke, shidou vs rin duking it out pt.1—my guy was dying and he wasn't the one duking it out)

tidy, but not overly tidy to barou level. but realistically comparing it to stereotypes of high school boys? real tidy. (could be seen in blue lock exhib's display of his u20 arc locker and team white bedroom)

wants lil sis or big sis because of my neighbor totoro. idk how to dissect this either but—yeah not a rare thing for an only kid to say, actually.

seems to be more of a street smart kinda guy.

his tenacity in befriending or at least interacting with rin is admirable. shipping lense or not it really is.

he gets along with almost everyone. shipping lenses or not, also amazing especially for an introvert.

he says the wildest shit on field like uh yeah things he said with yukimiya was said to be cencored a little because in jp someone said he was calling yukimiya something else i don't know to say in english.

but is actually not an absolute asshole in field, saw yukimiya broke down and bro actually took a second to pay attention and moved on. until he got provoked, that is.

actually rarely become the one who approach other people first (kira, bachira).

can really got extreme when in high tension (shoving chigiri off, that 100℅ kill you @ kaiser).

turns out he talks about the thigh stuff bashfully. (it's cute.) but i still wonder why he likes lobster. like i feel like something is there. why is his taste in everything that is not soccer makes me wonder what the fuck is up with him. favorite song? cm jingle. fashion sense? honestly casual, but his sense in pattern and color is genuinely so bad im hurting. this point is so full of personal bias feel free to skip it.

seems to be pretty oblivious to things about not-soccer. especially his surroundings. not to the dense point but seems like it stems more from his focus at soccer. but this trait seems to go hand in hand with his self centered tendencies.

(this is bordering to hc, but) it seems like while is indeed obsessed with soccer, more than "oh he is only good at soccer", is more of a "if he wants it he will find a way to get it". but taking in account how his personality used to be in ichinan / pre blue lock, it's unsurprising that he doesn't want that mamy things. even in soccer that he is passionate about, he didn't back then. there is also the fact that he seems to have tendency to hyperfocus into something (i.e.: while still taking into account of others in soccer, think more of them as 'factors' than 'people'), so it may seems like the reason he got or became good at something is like "oh isagi is lucky / specialized in that", but it seems hard work and dedication really does put a big role into it, unsurprisingly. could reach that level in soccer because he is dedicated into it, tldr.

this part also became quite visible if taking into account he wants to play specifically as a striker. he is focused in this very specific thing he wants, that's why he managed to get it / improve in it.

if i did not miscount, he directly has a conversation with ego twice. and in both he is extremely impolite, calling ego names in one (u20 arc). while the other happened after he lost against rin in 4v4, and seems like he is still not happy with the loss. ans it shows. he is pretty rude when ego talk about luck which he himself noted was a big factor there. (man hold grudge.)

so yeah, seems like rather than "possessed in field" it could also be "possessed in everything related to soccer", though fudther research is to be conducted.

is pretty introverted even in blue lock. while sometimes he shares his insight to other people about his play, sometimes he also did not do this (recently you can see this the most in his interactions with ness). but yeah, this is the thing he shares about the most, something related to playmaking and soccer. but other than that nothing—at least on screen.

his pretty peaceful and uneventful background could be factored into, however ichinan highschool is pretty much his tragic backstort and not a peep about that to even bachira it seems. a possibility is that he is hyperfocused towards soccer. not to say his self centered part that is more of "what can i change about myself for this situation" and "i can't change others' way of thinking".

however seeing how that one meeting tada goes (post u20 break) and he said nothing to correct tada, even though he secretly disagrees—then also his parents who seems pretty oblivious to his soccer performance and how he casually acted about his lost against kira despite crying and screaming on public just before that—yeah, seems like a pretty private person. it's not that he is oblivious or do it out of malice, but mostly seems like he just doesn't comment about it and more of the listening type. and even when someone close ask the right question it seems like he doesn't try to show much expression or how he actually feels.

personal bias but yeah this is no longer """being polite""", this is actually being private to a very concerning degree. like the time he opened up about his worry, and still pretty related with soccer, that is completely visibly vulnerable seems like it was with nagi after 3v3 with rin (and see how that ended up. tho this make the fact that he and nagi became pretty close afterwards in such a short time a bit unsurprising. this two indeed kinda have quite a lot bonding moments outside and inside the field, shipping lens or not). like no wonder this guy snaps in soccer field, it's pent emotions fr.

but if how he is after u20 any indication, it seems like he really is very reserved outside of field that it kind of resembles how he was before blue lock. (who knows after nel arc (still bm vs uber rn when i write this, tho the match seems like ending), because boy seems grumpier there. not blaming him tho, it's battle royale inside that team.)

doing a little skimming but it seems like when talking about something he really never put focus on his feelings. it's either what's going on, others' feelings, or an opinion of his but if there are any feelings most of them stays in monologue and thoughts only.

adding to that nagi note, personally found it funny that he nearly get into same team with nagi TWICE (pre u20 team selection, nel choice where he is conflicted between german or england) but he never followed thru with it. this probably has more to do with nagi's motif & such rather than his, which this post wasn't here for sry nagi, and the fact that both that they are protagonists in the main and spinoff. but yeah, personally? it's funny it happened twice. especially factoring the fact they are close enough to have each other's number and isagi admits he has a nice chemical reaction with nagi.

i genuinely wonder how he interacts with kaiser outside of field. like. dude. i know it's funny.

might also add now that it seems the four people he is closest with is bachira and chigiri. was, with kunigami too but yeah. bachira especially, with the two keep being called two side of a coin/a soul. again, shipping lens or not, they are pretty close and isagi really seems to have come to a point where he is okay with bachira's habits no matter how odd. (personal bias, really sweet considering bachira has no friends before this and isagi while is friend with tada WE KNOW HOW IT ALL TURNS OUT). with chigiri, seems like the type of friends who look out for each other (isagi once shown checking his knee and messaging him, while chigiri is the first one jumping into action when shidou nearly kicked him). then you also add that chigiri only ever, on screen at least, opened up about his past to isagi and honestly yeah. shipping lens or not, these two definitely the looking after each other dynamic. kunigami come back, or at least interact with isagi more pls.

WHICH ALSO, seems like isagi is the only one reo kind of opened up to with his insecurities after the 2nd selection—kunigami and chigiri seems to get it too, but at least it was never shown on screen that he opened up the more vulnerable side of his anger at nagi and isagi to them. these two has a pretty good relationship it seems after that screening room scene. (might revise or at to this when epi nagi reach this part)

but this seems unsurprising in some ways because isagi really seems like the listening type. some people said these type of people is good when it comes to getting people opening up. also seems like isagi really never run his mouth so good choice actually. (look at him even he doesnt open up his own emotion how could he do that with other people's emotion. what is this a sign of pent emotion or just a sign of actual limited emotional intelligence when it came to processing them? who knows. blue lock's highly stressful and intense environment is also a factor here but hey, look at how isagi was in ichinan. might be old habits)

he is scarily cold and detached to his bonds when it came to soccer, it seems? like, he is still capable of sympathy even during the heat of the moment, unless you make him angry (both cases: yukki). but for the sake of his play his priority really is on "this is the play that i want" rather than friendships and stuff. on one side, professionality. on the other, yeah egoist.

outside of field doesn't seem to go out of his way to dig up about someone's backstory in "asking and digging and wanting to talk about feelings with them", but will listen if told. (i.e. chigiri acl convo, reo opening up, casually talking about soccer again after noa ego relationship bomb drop, etc.) seems to be more as 'minding his own business and being not nosy', which is kind of in line with his politeness.

then you bring soccer and his ideal play and it gets really cold. he really think of soccer as 'cruel' and it kind of shows with how little he thinks of outside-of-field-relation during a game. (really shows if you compare how most characters personal story, rin and reo for example, has a huge impact on their play) his brain really has an on and off switch with the niceness.

at some point in blue lock, his closest circle is bachira, chigiri, kunigami (could be canon or could be due to the fact these four are kind of the quadruplet of bllk). he is pretty much the guy most of everyone knows and has at least spoken with once after u20 tho.

but other than those 4, it seems that the one he have more highlighted rivalry are niko, barou, rin, and nagi, with yukimiya coming in later in bm. it's funny how isagi seems pretty attached to them in a pretty friendly manner in some ways. barou and rin is just on another level of "i will kill you" getting answered with "sure, okay, geez" (and it's hilarious. with barou, isagi shared meals, was a roommate, and went bowling together once. with rin, he did yoga, laughed at his death threat, and was pissed because rin was impolite. i can go on but moving on). nagi and isagi canonically get along pretty well out of screen. isagi is roommate with yukimiya—i didn't except this combo back then but i really want to know their interactions in that room, especially during and after their conflict.

then there is hiyori, kurona, and nanase's case whose relationship with him is more on the 'supporting side'. with reo, it seems to also fall into the rivalry category—but this guy's relationship with isagi is kind of more about reo-nagi relationship than with isagi himself. with aiku, it's rivalry between defender and attacker (resembles niko the most but the things these two said to each other is way wilder). then there is kaiser—i will wait til nel arc is done.

there are crumbs with some other charas like sae—but these two didn't interact (yet?) in canon. with noa, it's admiration and respect, to put it simply, but it seems it's leaning more into actual mentorship that is more casual compared to how most of bm is with noa (imo, take this part with a grain of salt). with ego, it's...surprisingly complicated on a meta level from my perspective at least.

isagi clearly agrees and thrives with ego's philosophy, but other than taking ego's words/guidance isagi was rude to him. then there is stuff like some part of their design being similar to each other (v hair, eyes on some panels tho this also happens with other charas, beta isagi sketch) and how during nel ego - isagi similarities get commented by noa and snuffy (tho on snuffy case is more of barou - isagi is like ego - noa, who is who tho we don't know for sure). it feels like there is more on these two for the future.

with his family, it's just sweet. his family is proud and supportive of him. and seeing how isagi is pretty independent as in his attachment style is very secure in blue lock, even with how ichinan basically turned him into a people pleaser, yeah definitely and canonically a good family there. he greets them every morning as part of his morning routine, and he is the only character who mention this in said trivia.

enjoys his alone time, based on his trivia. the introvert part is loud and clear.

he doesn't really get jealous easily. like rather than envy, it's more of frustration directed towards himself or straight up being pissed because said someone played a factor in why he couldn't make a goal. but most of the time, when he sees someone's strength, it came out more as an admiration and "i should do more and stand out more too!!!" rather than comparing himself and feels negativity. this especially never happen to his perception towards his capabilities. the closest thing we ever get to him feeling envy is perhaps the parts where he goes "i don't have weapon like them" when talking about chigiri's speed, kaiser impact, and others' specialities. but even then it never really lingers.

and from that probably also shows that isagi is really good at looking someone's strength or specialities. but this seems to also happen in looking at weaknesses and chances. he really does tries to take into account tendencies, skills, blind spots, etc. honestly thinking about this make sense why he immediately collapsed after vs mc, the information loading must be insane. but all in all, the main point is that he is pretty good at reviewing and observing stuffs indeed.

high achiever with an amazing durability. as said word by word by kaiser himself, this guy look at something way more amazing than himself and keep taking it as a challenge. aka his mental strength is insane—or his competitiveness is just that crazy. no wonder he thrives in blue lock where so many people want to him eat alive.

after thinking for a bit and connecting it with the 'not teaming with nagi during the u20 tryouts', it seems like also the guy who avoids his comfort zone, in area of skills and plays in this case. he seems to actively challenge himself.

seriously the type of guy who do and chase what he wants. egoist indeed.

but thinking about that, it also speaks of his adaptability and flexibility. while the part that definitely carries more tension, seriousness, and definitely didn't take shit came out so much in soccer, the way he interacts with those who are friendly with him is so different with those who are antagonistic with him. though so far, with the exception of kaiser it seems, he at some point ended up in a pretty good relationship with some of those—rin and barou are most telling. the antagonism is back on when they are in seperate team tho, but hey this is blue lock.

his moment of satisfaction is really fast—as in he like cheers for a bit, most of the time, then focus on the next challenge. this could be caused by: 1) blue lock highly competitive and rapidly changing environment; 2) it's just how he is build.