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animeyanderelover · 6 months ago

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7k Special!

We did it! Thanks to your support I reached 7,000 followers and as promised, here is the first post with Hc's for some of the Blue Lock characters. If you're wondering how I determined which characters make it onto this list and not, I basically picked the first 10 characters from the result of the 1st popularity poll. The characters are listed according to the results from no.10 to no.1.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, manipulation, clinginess, paranoia, blackmailing, guilt-tripping, intimidation, jealousy, isolation, threats, abduction

Blue Lock Hc's

Ego Jinpachi

⚽Well, if it isn't the overly confident and egotistical man himself who is solely responsible for creating the entire Blue Lock facility. His entire life revolves around the concept of one's "ego" and to no one's surprise he acts quite self-serving just as much when it involves his obsession with his darling. Born from his desire to have you for himself, he works quite ambitiously towards his goal. It may not look like he is doing much but Ego is the man behind the screen who manipulates everything to gets what he desires. A lot of work is done where you won't know it as you definitely shouldn't underestimate his methodical and cunning nature as this lanky man knows where and when he has to manipulate people. Truth be told, he bears some understanding for the fact that instead of playing 4D chess, he could simply ask you out and court you the normal way but his mind works in a very different space in comparison to other people. Asking only to run the risk of being rejected is what losers do. A true winner ensures that he gets what he wants, no matter what.

⚽Funnily enough the very man who orchestrates all those calculated schemes to trap you where he wants he wants you to be is arguably one of the most awkward individuals as soon as you are within proximity. Conjuring up plans and manipulating others is a piece of cake but it has to be admitted, Ego is not exactly familiar with the concept of romance and relationships and his already eccentric character only makes everything worse. He has a very terrible tick of just staring at you with those dark orbs of his for minutes without even uttering a word and it freaks you out, especially since he doesn't even blink at all. What unsettles you visibly on him doesn't bother him too much though, though he obviously notes how you are always skittish around him. He's sure that he can work on that though so that you stop being so visibly tense around him. How is he supposed to enjoy his price after all when they are constantly acting so troublesome? Looks like his work isn't over yet after all...

⚽Do you enjoy being verbally degraded? Do you enjoy watching others being verbally degraded? If your answer to both of these questions is 'no', the best advice would be to avoid eliciting Ego's jealousy. Admittedly, it is difficult to read him as his facial expression and overall behavior doesn't give away his emotions unless he is gloating and taunting others so perhaps by the time you notice, it is already far too late. It is commonly known that Ego never coddles people and not even you get such special treatment from him. Shouldn't you know better than hanging around other people and basking in their attention? Are you that pathetic? No excuses in the world will do it for him because even if you try to explain that the other person started it first or that you and them are only friends, no excuse in the world will cut it for him. Then he'll either argue that even if they did start it first, you could have done more instead of submissively resigning yourself and if they are merely a friend of yours according to your claims, he will mock you for your ignorance as you clearly don't seem to understand their true intentions.

⚽It is not in his style to unalive people and honestly, he might very well believe that for some death is a far too merciful way. Crushing someone's hope and dream is much more within his league and he is terrifyingly good in it. He is a master planner who can quickly assess people and their strengths and weaknesses and what has been working with his unpolished players and you will work with anyone else who he dislikes. Yes, you have read that right. There is no grand moral compass that determines when someone gets on his list. Instead he makes such decisions based on how much he can stand someone or not. He loathes people who put in neither the work nor the effort and just resign themselves to their fate and you are guaranteed to lose more than one person in your life because he removes such people from your life. His words are unforgiving and harsh as he humiliates anyone he doesn't like with no shame or restraint, even if that person should be someone you are extremely close to. There is little to no sympathy you can expect from him when you are busily grieving later on as a weak-willed person doesn't have any value in your life. It's time for you to realise that.

⚽Despite what you may think of him after everything he has dragged you through, Ego is suspiciously lax when it comes to the topic of living together or not. That mainly derives from the knowledge that at this point he has already control over your life to the extent where he doesn't need to concern himself with any fear that you may escape his grasp again. By all accounts, he might even prefer for you to continue living in your own house as his own living conditions are...lacking, to say the least. Everything actually turns out the complete opposite as he instead starts popping up all the time in front of your door and nestles himself down in your own home confidently as if he owns the place. It is a true hassle to live with him as he litters the place with cups of ramen and packages from all the fast food he consumes and expects you to clean it up. There have been a couple of times where you have tried to throw him out and assert dominance yet those moods of yours are quickly shot down when he gives you an unimpressed look and reminds you of all the stuff he knows about you that you wouldn't want others to know about you.

⚽The one time you tried to be considerate and actually prepare him a meal that is healthy, he looked at you blankly for a couple of seconds before dumping it all on your plate and instead preparing himself a cup of yakisoba. In hindsight you're more surprised that he didn't throw it straight into the rubbish bin because you would fully expect him to do something like this. Life with him is exhausting and tiring but above all it is strange, annoying and awkward. No one exactly knows if you two are an official couple or not and truth be told, not even you know it. Ego never bothers to update anyone about it either and you can't tell if he simply decides to not bother to tell those who aren't smart enough to figure it out themselves or truly doesn't care about what others think about you two as long as they understand to stay away from you. Such a freaking faultfinder as he always finds something he nit-picks about and tells you that you could do better yet you are sure if you would leave him in charge of any chores, he would either not do them or break something in the process.

Mikage Reo

💴Reo is in an interesting position because he was born as the heir of the Mikage Corporation. Throughout his entire life, everything he has ever wanted was immediately served to him on a silver plate and as a result he is incredibly sated when it comes to receiving gifts and presents. Options are far and wide to get whatever he desires, even you. It is precisely because of this fact that Reo chooses to not flaunt his wealth and his money in your face as he instead yearns to win you over all by himself without having to rely on the influence he possesses. Two things that you will notice pretty early on are that he is obsessive and rather clingy. There is after all more behind him than just an attractive face and enough money to buy your entire street. Reo is multi-talented and sharp-witted and those are skills he relies on as he tries to win your heart over. There is so much diligence, perhaps bordering even on overzeal, as he actually creates a notebook solely for you where he writes down every single day everything that he has been able to notice and deduce by watching you.

💴It gets increasingly hard to avoid the purple-haired male as time passes on and he gets to know more and more about you. Whilst he is not showering you just yet with the most expensive gifts in the world, the impulse to buy something he knows you like gets strong the more he gets to know your likes and your dislikes. It isn't uncommon for him to buy you once or twice food or other small presents he knows you either enjoy or need right now. Eager for attention and approval from you to be able to tell himself that he can get what he wants even without his wealth, Reo constantly seeks you out and attempts to show off in order to impress you. His grades are excellent and he surpasses other people easily in most other areas just as much and if you have a certain hobby you value, he will claim that for himself too in hopes of getting closer to you. Even if you should show signs of discomfort around him, Reo carries on as he is partially delusional. Deep down he is after all still the spoiled boy who thinks that he can get whatever he wants. Surely you just need some time to become acquainted with him before you will finally give him a chance.

💴He is normally the one surrounded by people all vying for his attention. Whether it is because of his charismatic and attractive demeanor or because of his money, Reo is usually the one who gets showered in all the attention that he doesn't desire. Perhaps for the first time he experiences what it is like to be depraved of something he wants despite it being so close that he could just grab it. Jealousy is something Reo is not familiar with as there has never been the need of him to feel jealous about anything in his life before. The green-eyed monster awakens within him easily though, perhaps he has never felt those feelings before and for that has no resilience against it. Reo gets surprisingly jittery every time he's hit full force with jealousy and even if he attempts to hide it, his high emotionality makes him rather vulnerable to react aggressive and rude if things do not go the way he envisions them to go. He's left upset after every such ordeal, partially even with you, though he continues to cling to you despite those feelings.

💴He vows to win you over without using his wealth and power yet that is not true and Reo knows about that himself. It is a shameful secret of his that he in fact has used the influence he has to remove certain people from your life who got the better of him and made him paranoid that he would ultimately lose you despite his best efforts. All the confidence he shows is ultimately nothing but hot air after all as it evaporates the moment things do not bow to his whims. Some people who you love the most in your life do not have anything in comparison to him yet they still are allowed to be such a grand part of your life. Why is that? What can he do better? He has analysed and observed only to not find out the secret behind said person and it is then that taunts and words from that same person can get through him easily, especially since he tends to seek them out and question them since his inability to comprehend what he is doing wrong is torturing him. Even if he catapults them out of your life though, he is painfully aware that he has still lost to them in the bigger picture. He'll do better from now on though! He has to...

💴There is one singular moment that will drastically change everything within your relationship forever and that is the day when Reo snaps. Indirectly he has always been manipulating things by getting rid of certain people who were in his way but he has never directly blackmailed you. All that changes though when he eventually realises that he will never be enough for you. You do not love him after all, something Nagi has been telling him for months already. How...? Why...? Can you not see how much he loves you? Do you not realise what he has done for you? Something fundamentally just shatters somewhere in his heart in that moment as his already highly emotional personality experiences a breakdown. He cries, he screams, he throws things around and hyperventilates for painful minutes until he partially calms down. He pured so much effort into this all yet it was all for nothing in the end. Whatever then. If that is how it is, he'll just use whatever is necessary to have you. A tiny, delusional part of him crawls into his brain like a parasyte. Perhaps this is the push you need to finally fully love him?

💴You experience the full brunt of just how rich this boy is only after both of you are in an official relationship. You've always caught glimpses of his wealth on special occasions like Valtenine's Day or your birthday but it is only after you two are a couple that he opens the gates and floods you with his money and gifts. Whatever you want will be yours as long as it doesn't involve breaking up with him. Reo's possessive attitude turns up especially once he has you as he sees little to no reason to share you with other people after that. He has fought for you and now he has you, even if he should have cheated in the process. Such possessive attachment makes him quite overbearing though as he is as needy as he is clingy. With all of the money and the wealth he lavishes you with, he expects your affection and love in return and only gets antsy when you do not give it to him. Whether you know how to keep him happy or not is most likely a key factor in determining just how good this relationship will be as Reo feels emotions with full force and acts on them accordingly.

Teieri Anri

🔴Anri is a woman who is passionate about the things she believes in and not afraid to speak what is on her mind if it is needed. She is an ardent believer of the Blue Lock project and is together with Ego the driving force behind everything. A woman as determined and stubborn as this can't help her flustered shyness when she is around her obsession though and no one is more embarrassed about that than Anri herself. If she ever thought that being lucid about her feelings would help her, even if just a little, she is certainly mistaken as she finds out soon enough. Essentially used to keeping data on every player in the project and keeping files on them, there is a somewhat creepy sense of order even amongst her feelings though as she actually notes down certain things she deems as neccessary. Important information such as potential allergies, events of your past or the stuff you love and despise are all often scribbled down in uncontrolled bursts of passion or typed away on her phone. Even if she realises later on what she has done and throws away the pieces of paper or deletes the files, the information is now in her brain.

🔴You'd be mistaken to ridicule her down to only an attractive woman though as Anri is quite persuasive if she can be. She already has experience with the sleezers in the Football Association and managed to talk them into starting the Blue Lock project in the first place so she has undeniable stubbornness as well as skills to convince people into giving something a chance. Business can easily be applied to her daily life as well as she could use the same skills she has attained in her job around you. Those skills of hers are actually used around you but that is often done more unconsciously than anything, though her stubborn attitude remains the same. What is done unconsciously around you is used on purpose when she is faced with people you are close to who remind her a bit too much about the old men in which case she will utilise the knowledge from her experiences and her skills to convince someone if they should disapprove of her feelings for you.

🔴Despite her ability to admit very openly what is on her mind, she is less prone to react overly jealous. At least being professional as well as lucid has some perks to it as she can keep her own temper better under control if she ever feels the envy gnawing on her heart. There is this small habit of hers to observe the other person for a couple of minutes, though in a normal way if I were to compare it to the stares of someone like Ego. She even chooses to actively engage in conversations and interactions with the other person, even if she has the hidden motive to find out more about them due to her jealous feelings. Depending on how far eveolved the relationship between the two of you is already at that point in time, Anri will either just straight-up tell them that she is your girlfriend or she will come up on the spot with something that the both of you need to do. Usually she maintains the professional and polite attitude though as she would feel a smidge too embarrassed to be obvious about her jealous intentions.

🔴Anri provides the most normal relationship of all even with her bad habit to create files detailing information about you. This penchant of noting everything important down and keeping it safely stored somewhere is pretty much the same concept if we're talking about how she deals with the people in your life that need to be gone. Anri is from everyone in Blue Lock the least likely to consider something as extreme as this but that doesn't mean that she will slack off if the need ever arises. In fact she is all about the efficient work if it ever gets this far. Everything is written down about the threat and she will be especially focused on the stuff that can be used against them later on. She extracts information from every available source and she can do so rather well as she knows how to use her words to convince people to tell her more. She will blackmail them later on if they do not listen to her warning and if she finds a blind spot, she might even twist information to a certain degree where it is still believable but would definitely stain someone's reputation.

🔴Least likely to abduct you. It is not only because of her small build if we were to compare her to all the men she is surrounded by but also because she still holds on to her pride despite her already somewhat obsessive feelings for you. There is no question about the fact that Anri wants to move in and live together with you at one point but then she wants the decision to be mutual between the both of you. Until that happens though, she also has other things that she wants to fulfill before that. She wants to see it through that Japan wins the World Cup and currently she is already very busy basically playing the baby sitter for Ego which devours a lot of her time. After her first dream is fulfilled and she isn't stuck with Ego anymore, she vows to fulfill her other dream of living together with you. Preparations have to be done then though as she needs to buy a bigger place for the both of you then and she definitely has to improve in her home economics so that you won't be stuck with all of the work.

🔴Her awareness normally always helps her to retain her polite and professional attitude but sometimes she tends to get lost in her thoughts and that is when her more obsessive side tends to show up. Most inconvenient, especially since she usually needs a while to snap out of it and until that happens she is basically muttering down every piece of information about you as she recalls the file she has created about you. That is probably how she accidentally let Ego know of your existence and she has never lived down the embarrassment of it, although the lanky man seems fairly uninterested in you. She should be happy about his disinterest but a part of her can't help but be slightly mad for his lack of interest in you because it is you! Not gonna lie, Anri is probably as healthy as you can get with a relationship in Blue Lock. Admittedly, not hard since every other option involves a football maniac. Let's just pray that all of the ego talk doesn't rub off badly on her.

Kunigami Rensuke

🦸‍♂️Kunigami is a rather moral person even if he is still participating in Blue Lock to become the world's best striker which is why he tends to be more bearable with his obsessive tendencies. Normally a person who is more serious and calm in comparison to other players, perhaps it should not be a surprise that he harbors a deeper awareness for what his feelings truly are. His initial way of dealing with them is just burying everything about his obsession, a flaming feeling of shame apparent in his soul as it contrasts with his morals as well as his wish to be later also seen as a football hero and inspire the ext generation of players. To give him some credit, it does work for a while as he manages to even act fairly normal around you, though you are probably also the person who manages to make him flustered the easiest from all. All good things must eventually end though and it is most likely that a trigger such as intense jealousy or protectiveness is ultimately what makes him realise that he can't snuff those emotions out anymore.

🦸‍♂️As soon as he has come to terms with that realisation though, it is almost like there is a switch activated within him as he now actively woos you instead. Rensuke has always been passionate about the things he is striving for and now he strives for a relationship with you. A tinge of possessiveness is probably a coherent trait for everyone within Blue Lock but he manages to handle his ego better than some other guys who don't even bother. The most apparent thing that defies him is his protectiveness that sometimes can border on overprotectiveness. There is a small fantasy he harbors as he kind of wishes that he can be your personal hero which always saves your day when you find yourself in peril and it is a small motivation which tends to urge him to blow things a bit out of proportion. Kunigami is capable of restraining himself in his behavior though and still remains capable to feel shame and guilt about his actions if he were to end up acting on impulse without thinking something through.

🦸‍♂️The sensation of the green-eyed monster creeping up on him is always a good way of drawing out the possessive part of his which is under normal circumstances always kept on a controlled leash. Whether this is an established relationship or not, once Kunigami has finally decided within his heart that he wants you, he will get you. No one else will be allowed to court you or ask you out and he is going to make sure of that. His height and his muscular build already make him somewhat of a monster and he is aware of the intimidation people feel when he does as much as tower over them. He'd be lying if he were to say that he doesn't take advantage of that from time to time. Aware when you are watching though, he keeps up his cool and serious attitude as he just tells someone to piss off with a darkened look in his eyes. It's probably once he is sure that you aren't within sight that he gets more rude and scary if someone can't seem to comprehend even a simple warning.

🦸‍♂️You'd rather not get punched or kicked from someone of his height and strength. That would be pretty painful and not nice to look at afterwards which is why Rensuke sees it through that you never witness violence. This is one aspect he initially finds himself struggling with. He's always been about fair fights and whilst competition is to a certain degree acceptable, violence has never been something he indulged in to get his way. His lucid state of mind can do more harm than good in such situations as the guilt is a weight he finds himself unable to shake off which is why he ends up coming up with feeble justifications. Do not misunderstand, he feels zero remorse if he punches someone because his protectiveness was triggered as he he thinks of people who threaten or harm you as scum. It's when he has to acknowledge that someone is a good person in itself and his actions are a result of jealousy and possessiveness that he finds himself struggling to come up with excuses, though he finds himself failing every time.

🦸‍♂️Hurting people physically and covering all incidents up is one thing that is a heavy load on his shoulders but that he finds himself eventually living with somehow. A weight far heavier that never stops dragging his heart down into the mud is the topic of abduction. Chances of abduction are lower with Kunigami in comparison to some other guys within the facility but it isn't out of question if the right buttons are pushed for him. The most likely trigger to coerce him to kidnap you would probably be his overprotective tendency, though it doesn't have to be. If he were to kidnap you out of concern for your health though, it would probably still be easier to stomach than to realise that he has done it because he has given in to his egoistic feelings. The shame is almost too much for the first few day and the knowledge that you will probably never see him as the hero he wants you to see him is a thought constantly racing through his mind to remind him of his failure. There will probably always be a slice of guilt present even after time passes that will catch up to him in a quiet moment.

🦸‍♂️Whilst he normally isn't one who flaunts his skills around carelessly, he can't deny that he likes showing off. Even in the scenario where you should be taller than him, he would still insist on giving you a piggyback to show off his strength. If you are smaller and weaker than him, he ends up subconsciously babying you a bit by always insisting to open cans for you or grabbing something for you that is out of your reach even if you didn't ask for it. Rensuke is admittedly not the best at handling compliments and ironically enough you could smother him with kisses and touches and he would fare better than if you were to give him a few compliments which always heat his cheeks up faster. I think I read somewhere that he has a thing for the nape of the neck so you can count on it that he will constantly place kisses on there multiple times throughout the day. He doesn't mind introducing you to other guys from the facility though he is probably also not going to let you stray away more than an arm's length precisely because he is familiar with some of their antics.

Itoshi Rin

🩵Rin is someone who only acknowledges someone's presence if they have an ability on the soccer field that actually proves to be a challenge to his own play. So imagine his surprise when he realises that you, someone who should have by all accounts nothing remarkable on you for him to recognise, are one of the few people he actually remembers and acknowledges. He doesn't understand why his eyes always instinctively gravitate to you when you are around him, teal orbs unable to move away from you as he stares at you until you notice or someone else points it out and throws him out of his train of thoughts. You confuse him, your presence prominent in his mind even when you are nowhere in sight and he finds himself growing frustrated as he can't pinpoint the reason for his interest in you despite you not even being a part of Blue Lock. Interestingly enough Rin doesn't try to avoid you. Unbeknown to himself he ends up only fueling his obsession as he actively seeks you out, restless as he grasps as nothing when trying to understand why you are on his mind so often. You... What is it about you that justifies your large presence in his thoughts?

🩵The times where you turned around somewhere and found him standing right behind you for god knows how long are numerous and even if you have begged him to announce his presence, he has never done so. It's almost as if he is expecting you to notice him all by yourself. Rin is often finding himself around you when he has the time to do so and you have actually not even caught him every time he decided to follow you, only when you were talking to someone and he felt a funny feeling in his chest. Well, it isn't like he seems to care about the fact that he is basically stalking you as he only focuses on his own wants. And what he wants is figuring out what the heck you are doing to have him this captivated. His stoic face is honestly quite good at hiding what is going on inside his head because Rin is so obsessed to the point where it is bordering on the lines of funny yet pathetic. At the most random times his mind just drifts into a completely different direction as he recalls moments of you where he thought that you were being cute or where you were unintentionally being hot and he replays that scene over and over again until his heart is racing against his chest and a faint blush is on his face.

🩵With a typical possessive streak possessed by most people in Blue Lock, Rin is not the exception. Whilst he does require some time to even acknowledge the fact that he is feeling that way about you, he has never hesitated to act on it whenever someone got too close to you for his own like. He's always towering over that person, teal eyes glowing as his gaze rests on them with his typical icy expression. His words are not any less blunt and cold and he doesn't care for even your pleas to stop as he verbally degrades that person even if they should be a close friend of yours. You're never left alone after such incidents happen as Rin feels almost queasy to just go his separate way after scaring someone away, ever so slightly paranoid that it could happen again as soon as he turns his back to you. At one point he even demands from you to keep your distance from others to ease his own anxiety and fulfill his wish, either unaware or indifferent to the fact that he is starting to act too controlling.

🩵You'll find out that the longer he spends time thinking about you and being around you, the more control he will desire to have over you and your life. Rin has never shied away from bluntly telling you about his thoughts and his desires and this becomes especially apparent when it involves the people you keep around you. He demands to be your priority and the moment he thinks that that spot is being threatened by someone else, he tells you to stop hanging around them. The only exception he seems to make for now includes siblings and close family but he has no such consideration when he wants you to cut ties with friends you have known for years. If you refuse to do as he says, he takes things into his own hands. From humiliating and insulting your friends with harsh words to relying on manipulation as he lies to them as he tells them things you supposedly say behind their back to strain the relationship, never once does Rin stop to consider that what he is currently doing is nothing short of cruel and terrible.

🩵If you are someone who has their own head and won't just comply with everything he tells you to do, quite obviously the two of you will clash. Rin is all about manipulating people and making them act like he wants them to even if they are unaware of it. It's always a sensation akin to having a bucket of cold water poured over his head when something doesn't go the way he intends it to go. He grows especially annoyed if you continue your stubbornness even if he has told you to do something multiple times before. Is it really that difficult for you to do as he says? He starts belittling you, his bored tone almost hiding the slice of simmering frustration he harbors for your thick head. He wouldn't use physical violence against you for an abduction though. Not only because he isn't keen on acting like a brute but also because he knows that he can do better than that. He will do better than that. Cue for his manipulative streak to get to work again as he goes a different path to give you a bit more convincing reasons to stay by his side.

🩵Rin is low-key a creep but he gets away with it because no one who looks at his serious face would ever expect him to be one. It eventually is revealed though, not only to you but also to his teammates in Blue Lock. As soon as someone mentions your name in a conversation,he goes off. If someone says something he knows to be wrong he is swift to correct them and if someone does actually know something about you, especially if it is something he didn't know, he for some reason feels the need to prove that he still knows more about you. It always ends with him holding entire monologues about everything he knows about you and he says all of that with the most stoic face ever whilst the people around him give him a funny look. Very explicit thoughts and images intrude his mind in moments he least predicts them to and the more he tries to push them away, the more detailed they go on until his fantasies transform into physical signs that will give away what he is feeling at the moment. Secretively he is actually more nervous around you than he lets on and that has manifested itself into a terrible tendency of overthinking everything.

Barou Shoei

🦁If there is one thing that should be crystal clear to anyone as well as yourself in regards of Barou then it is that he is a guy who is excessively possessive. He doesn't share the ball when he is on court and strives to steal it back when someone does take it from him and this mindset can be translated to the way he considers things to work with his darling. Through that thick layer of possessive feelings still exists a deeply rooted awareness though about the nature of his feelings. As much of an egoist as Barou is, he is actually quite lucid about his feelings but has deemed them to simply be something that he won't care about. He pursues always what he wants and desires and this is the mindset that he stays in even when he falls in love with you. He wants you and he will get you and if some goody-two-shoes tries to get in his way because they think that he needs to br reminded that his feelings are bad he will crush them. As if he'd listen to someone with such a loser mindset.

🦁Two other traits that stand out with Shoei can be pinpointed back to his perfecfectionistic personality, namely his obsessive fixation as well as his penchant to always have control of his surroundings as well as the people in it. He has a similar obsession to be in control with your environment and your life just as much. His rude and rough appearance may give off the impression that he would be neglectful when in fact Barou actually remembers a great deal about you if you tell him or if he finds it out through other ways. He remembers and that effort alone should already make him more deserving to hang out with you and claim your time than some of the other weaklings you instead choose to hang out with. Do they know after all the stuff that he knows of you? They certainly do not when he corners them and taunts them, though perhaps that is because the fear is messing with their brain when he towers over them with a menacing gleam in his eyes and a scowl on his face.

🦁As someone who calls himself the "King" Barou still thinks of himself as better and stronger than most people as he will only begrudgingly pay respect if someone steals his spotlight and forces him to give up his way of playing. Your friends do not fulfill that criteria. Jealousy is not an emotion he is prone to feel as it is instead his possessive instinct acting up whenever you spend time with someone who isn't him. He dislikes the aspect of not having control of his environment and his life and you are already included as part of his life which is why this shouldn't happen. His appearance alone is already enough to make the average person shrink a few inches as soon as he storms over, his words condescending and mean as he stares down at them as if they are nothing but a slimy worm under the heel of his shoes. He doesn't take orders, not from you nor from anyone else. If he needs to remind everyone else and even you that you belong to him, he will do so until the message is understood.

🦁His mere appearance and vibe alone is already deadly intimidating and for that enough to make people think twice when they see you in public with him accompanying you. You are someone that Barou treasures, someone that belongs to him. He'd hate for someone to think that they can just casually do what they want with you without paying a high price for it. As possessive as Barou is, he is just as much protected and if someone messes with you or is even the slightest inconvenience to you he is ready to charge at any time. He is a physical beast and even worst is that he is petty to anyone who has wronged you or made one wrong comment about you. You belong to him, you are someone he feels proud to have as his own so anything negative directed at you is indirectly an insult to his own ego and he will not stand still until that specific person who just had to get cocky has learned their lesson. Do not try to hold him back and do not even consider forgiving them. Even if you should, it wouldn't mean shit because he won't forgive them.

🦁As a certified control freak you have the argument coming one way or another. He always needs to supervise his environment or else he will get irritated so the lack of supervision he has of you as long as you live more independently is something that becomes the biggest source of frustration. Despite what you may think though he is not just randomly abducting you. Barou has insane expectations for himself and works tirelessly to fulfill them. You won't just be thrown into a small and messy room. No, instead he cleans the entire place up and rearranges and even buys furniture and other stuff merely because he knows that you have it in your own home and enjoy it. First comes tidying the place up and only after that is done comes the abduction. Physically it is pretty easy for him to overpower you but he probably tries to knock you out beforehand since he fears that he may accidentally hurt you and frighten you even more if you squirm around too much.

🦁In the strangest turn of events you find yourself surrounded by the man with the most aggressive househusband material ever. You fear aggressive screaming and domestic abuse for a while only to find him chastising you because you didn't clean your room properly and find him cleaning the mirror in the bathroom simply because dried splashes of water or toothpaste weren't cleaned properly. He does your laundry, your dishes and at one point you just find yourself sitting on the couch as he cleans everything himself because you never do it right. The refrigerator is always filled with all sorts of food and your sanitary products are always stocked in cupboards available for you which is why your initial fear gradually turns into flabbergasted confusion as you did not expect a man with an appearance as scary as Barou's to be so finicky when it comes to hygiene and cleanliness. You discover quickly that he is tame and relaxed as long as it is only the two of you and you behave yourself relatively but quickly turns into a lion who bares his teeth as soon as there are other people around you.

Chigiri Hyoma

🦵Chigiri can be a bit of a wild card as he tends to be moody and rather intense at times without any warning given beforehand which is why he is volatile, the worst thing someone harboring an obsession can have. It's not something he can necessarily fully control but that is mainly because initially he isn't even aware of the actual depth of his feelings that he has for you. He only has an inkling that he likes you and is self-assured enough to approach you in an attempt to get to know you better. He's easygoing yet a tad bit sassy, to the people around you more than he is to you but still, you quite like him. One of the earliest problems you have though is the fact that Chigiri cannot seem to leave you alone. He always follows you as soon as he spots you and sometimes you get almost a heart attack when you randomly turned around only to stare into his pink eyes only a few feet away from you. The look in his eyes is rather intense in such moments as if he was a red panther stalking his prey.

🦵It is only after he snapped for the first time that he finally starts rethinking how he actually feels about you and that is when he finally seems to understands that his feelings go well beyond simply liking you. He loves you. It's that realisation that truly brings his obsessive character to light though as Chigiri remains delusional though. He does love you perhaps more than other people would and he would definitely be willing to do some things to ensure that you stay... But isn't that ultimately just a sign of his adoration and devotion? He's convinced that you will find no one who could love you and adore you as much as he does and it is this thought that makes him suddenly very active. You would make a grave mistake by not choosing him and he'd like to help you to avoid that mistake. Sometimes people have to do wrong things for the right reasons which is how he excuses his frequent guilt-tripping as well as his manipulative behavior. The knowledge of his love for you does bring the disadvantage that his grip on his moody behavior turns more unstable.

🦵There is nothing that would expose his volatile mood to you more than his own jealousy. There may be certain triggers that set him off quicker but even if you avoid all of them you still haven't dodged the bullet. Worst of all is that it is so easy to get fooled by his initial facade. He appears so amicable at first even if he already shoots some sassy remarks out. It always happens so suddenly as the gleam in his eyes suddenly grows intense and he falls quiet, stepping back and isolating himself from the interaction all whilst pink eyes seem to stare into your soul as well as the people you are currently engaging with. He keeps out of the conversation for the entire rest until his eyes suddenly focus on the ground and he makes himself small and almost pitiful, forcing your attention back to him as you start worrying what is wrong and find yourself interrupting your conversation to ask what is wrong with him. He only gives you a lopsided grin every time and tells you to just return to your friends and forget about him, the sliver of resentment just about audible in his voice.

🦵He is a victim. That is at least the way he always makes himself look like. It is as scary as it is admirable how easily lies fall from his lips as raindrops from the cloud and the worst part about it all is that he always speaks with such conviction and confidence as if his words were nothing but the unfiltered truth. Rumors arise as he skillfully starts gossiping and nudges things here and there to see it through that such talk escalates and soon frames a person who is not even guilty unless getting on his nerves would count as a crime. Chigiri has little to no qualms to crush people who anger and annoy him and he is an especially sensitive person when the people are too much involved with you. There is not even a distinction made between the people who are genuinely bad to you or the people he perceives as rivals and threats. The end result is going to be the same and there is nothing they can can do against it as it is hard to see the beginning and the end of the rumors and lies at one point as Chigiri uses tension to stir the conflicts and arguments.

🦵You can't recall that he ever brought up the topic of moving in which is why you are so surprised when he one day spontaneously mentions the idea to you. You may still think that it is a bit too early to consider such a big decision but you are left quite stunned and surprised when Hyoma suddenly starts acting miffed and claims that you told him otherwise the last time. What does he mean with last time? You're pretty sure that this is the first time you have heard him talking with you about this topic. Both of you get into an argument but you find your own confidence wavering a bit due to the confidence in his voice. Is it possible that you forgot that he asked you before? Just as Chigiri notices the slight hesitation in your eyes he sees the chance to use your crumbling confidence to his advantage. He switches his facade to a bitter and resentful appearance, turns away from you and talks in a hurt tone that he understands the message. You don't want to live with him anymore. He storms away, just fast enough for you to be barely able to catch up and he has to bite his tongue to hide the victorious grin when he hears you calling after him.

🦵You do not know when it happened but the web of lies at one point gets hard to navigate through as you as well as other people get trapped in it and fights and arguments ensure left and right. It is quite heart-breaking as bonds shatter under the weight of accusations and lies. Hyoma stays with you and comforts you through it whilst subtly suggesting that if you relationship with them wasn't strong enough to survive this than perhaps you weren't as important to them and vice versa as you thought. He attempts to help you to forget about them as he visits you a lot, wanting to fill your time and your mind with only him. You snap at him accidentally one time due to your anger only to regret it severely afterwards as he immediately sets off without any warning. He accuses you of not appreciating him even with all that he has done for you, even sheds some tears until you hastily calm him down, apologise and reassure him that he means a lot to you. You're the only person allowed to touch and play with his hair and he even seeks your time and attention as he comes without a doubt every morning to you and asks you to brush his hair.

Bachira Meguru

💛Bachira's eccentric personality is what makes him scary and even more unpredictable than Chigiri. He's crazy for real and that is the impression he gives you from the very start. The interest in you is there almost upon first glance as something about you just seems to intrigue the young man and with no concept of boundaries he instantly seeks you out and follows you around. He bothers you and gets in your way all because he wants to find out more about you and wants to get closer to you. His clingy behavior is fueled by two main factors. One of them is a fear to be left alone, a familiar fear that has been installed into him ever since other children started avoiding him due to his unique personality. The other one is his rapidly evolving obsession that desires to always stay with you and have your attention. The rapid decrease in respect of privacy turns gradually worse as he isn't afraid to touch you, hug you or even kiss you despite your clarification that the two of you are not a thing. Bachira doesn't seem to listen to you as he continues anyways and so seemingly especially much when there are people around.

💛There is a clear lack of consideration and worries he shows in regards to your own feelings. He has always shown his optimism and enthusiasm and those are the characteristics that end up being solely responsible for his damaging delusional streak. He is confident that you will eventually realise your own feelings for him and will then forgive him anyways for all of his clinginess and the anger he has caused you to feel. It is because of this that you should avoid under all means necessary showing him too much consideration and kindness as this will quickly be something he mistakes for your own growing feelings for him. If stuff of yours goes missing, Meguru should be your first and only suspect. He's sulking the moment he can't see you and to mend his longing for you until he sees you again he needs something to cheer himself up with. What could be better than something that belongs to you? The worst of it all is that he is not ashamed of admitting it to you if you were to ask him as he hands whatever he has stolen from you back to you right after with a big grin, thanking you for lending it to him and that he doesn't need it anymore now that you are here.

💛One minute. That is sometimes all that you are begging him to give you yet Bachira is unable to stand still and remain silent as soon as your attention is not on him. It's like there is a terrible itch within him as soon as he sees how your whole focus is on someone that isn't him and he instantly feels the urge to fix that. It just doesn't feel right when your eyes aren't on him. He is already pouting by the time he pushes the other people away so that he is in your field of vision, whinging about how much he hates it when you aren't focused on him and that he wants to do something with you. He completely ignores anyone else but you and pretends as if they don't exist. At least until the very person he has been ignoring up until now suddenly has to interfere again which is when he finally turns his attention to them. A lopsided grin is on his face, a bright gleam in his eyes which does not fit the condescending insults leaving his lips all of a sudden. He must be the most cheerful bully to ever exist as he does not let loose until they are gone as not even you are unable to stop him.

💛As time passes he only seems to prove to you more and more that he is indeed a cheerful bully who won't stop until someone has completely disappeared from his sight. Anyone who may threaten to steal you away from him is perceived as a threat from his side and everyone will undergo equal treatment of bullying. What makes it all so terrifying is the fact that Bachira never loses that smile of his even if he bluntly threatens someone and it is when you witness this the first time that you finally confirm that he is indeed batshit crazy. If you ignore his warnings or the other person ignores his warnings and he still finds them spending time with you, he gets a lot more malicious with his actions. He pushes them around, trips them up, pours his drinks over them and does every other petty action the heaven knows about until the other person is fed up and finally starts avoiding you. He doesn't even hide his elation he feels as soon as they are finally out of the picture.

💛We're talking about someone who has almost tried to break into your house a couple of times before, jolting at the doorknob all whilst requesting cheerfully to be let inside because he's missing you. If Bachira would have it his way the both of you would already live together and share a bed with you. He can envision it all so well after all and in his mind it would be nothing short of bliss for the both of you. You do not seem to think the same way though and it confuses and upsets him greatly. He's constantly pestering you about it, wanting to know why you object so profoundly to the idea of living together with him. As if trying to convince you that there would only be benefits he suddenly buys you lots of little gifts and presents which you all reject or instantly send back to him. By now you know better than to encourage his delusional behavior. What you did not see coming though is his emotional breakdown as his optimism crumbles for a while and you are left with him bawling like a small child, contrasting the tight grip he has on you as he begs and pleads for you to just stop being so stubborn. He knows you love him. You just need to give him the chance to help you to realise that.

💛Sometimes it appears like he can't survive without your attention and coupled with his shamelessness you are in for one exhausting time. He has sat down on your lap at times when you were busy with something else, a pout on his lips and his arms wrapped around your neck as he tried to get your attention back on him. Completely fine walking around naked and unashamed to walk in whilst you are naked as well. You will know no peace during the day as Meguru will always preoccupy you and claim all of your time for himself. He drags you around outside for fun dates, has one idea he wants to do before deciding on the way to the location that he wants to do something else and then walks all the way back. Wants you to wear your clothes and wears yours as well, doesn't matter if you should be smaller than him or bigger than him. He's literally like a leech that is persistently clinging to you and sucks you dry of all the attention you can give him, only that he never separates from you as he smothers you in affection.

Nagi Seishiro

��Nagi is probably going to be a unique case since he is someone who doesn't like bothering with things to the point where he doesn't even want to think about them if it's too much of a hassle for him. This lack of motivation is going to bite him back later though. Your presence is unavoidable as you even seem to occupy his mind when he isn't physically anywhere near you. You're there when he watches videos on his phone, when he plays a game or reads manga online. It is a steadily expanding presence you claim in his head and one he can't flee from no matter what. Far too bothersome is what it is though as his mind doesn't want to shut up about you and he can't properly relax due to it. He'd be lying if he were to say that it doesn't annoy him and whilst he wouldn't openly start a fight with you as it would require too much effort, he does antagonise you silently from a distance as you disturb his peace. At least he thinks that this is what he is doing when he always stares at you from the distance or even occasionally bothers to trail lazily behind you.

🤍The feeling of loss is what is needed to finally motivate him to become more active. An indescribable feeling of frustration and loss is what forces him to do the unthinkable and actually think more about how he truly feels about you. He doesn't like seeing you being so cozy and comfortable around other people. He doesn't like others approaching you with a stupid grin on their face. He likes watching you... He loves you. Nagi stops thinking more about it as soon as he has arrived at this conclusion because he sees no more need to give his feelings more thoughts than this. He loves you and there is nothing more to it and it is this mindset that never allows him to ever realise that his feelings aren't exactly considered the norm. Now that he knows that he loves you though he becomes instantly clingy and possessive. It would be such a bother to properly court you and fight against other people so in an attempt to avoid all of that he starts treating you like you are already his darling. He follows you around, lays his head down in your lap and just tells you to not fight or act up as this would require him to take action.

🤍Jealousy is bothersome. It has his thoughts going crazy and his emotions tumbling around inside of him. He doesn't find any peace when he feels jealous and for that jealousy must be avoided so he can continue living his lazy comfort life. For that to happen he needs to keep you with him as jealousy normally only happens when you are around other people. Seishiro tries to isolate you more in order to keep on living the way he wants to live and since he is a very introverted soul, you can say goodbye to your social life. If he isn't quick enough to whisk you away he finds himself standing a few feet away behind you for a few minutes all whilst you can feel his gaze drilling through your build. It is slightly creepy but still bearable until he begrudgingly decides that he has to do something. He slowly creeps up on you before he suddenly clings to your back like a koala, not letting go as he starts walking backwards and tugging you away from the other people. If the other people try to stop him he tends to be somewhat irritated and tells them off quickly.

🤍People tend to gossip about him since he spends most of his time by himself and he didn't have anyone he would call a friend until Reo came along. What other people think of him is none of his concern as he doesn't have to get worked up over something like they obviously do. His unbothered life changes though because of you. He's more motivated with you around, even if just a tiny bit. Unfortunately that means that emotions such as annoyance and irritation haunt him easier when it is anything that involves you. Sure, it's going to require work to deal with people but Nagi knows that he would be far more stressed out if he would do nothing and just sit back. Ironically enough you always think that he doesn't care when someone bothers you and you tell him about it, in fact you have gotten quite angry with him due to your misconception at times. Yet only a few days later the very same person who made you anxious and sad avoids you all of a sudden as if you were a contagious illness. At least they got the message when Seishiro threatened them the first time. It would have been so bothersome to go further than that after all...

🤍With his lazy and unmotivated mannerism it is no surprise that an actual abduction wouldn't be something that Nagi would consider all too often. He does live by himself since his parents travel a lot but he barely manages to look out for himself since he has a hard time separating from his phone and doing his work. Taking additional care of you would be double the work and he is aware of that. At the same time he does like spending his time with you, especially since there is no one around who might threaten to tear the peace between the two of you apart. Chances are that his lethargic attitude is something that concerns you slightly and leads you to look out for him more out of concern that he may seriously forget to look after himself. If that should be the case it is something that Seishiro learns to use to his advantage to get more of your time and attention for himself. As lazy as he is you also learn the one or other thing about how to successfully bribe him to look out for himself more. Threatening him to spend less time with him is something that does seem to work rather well as you figure out over time.

🤍You obviously get to know Reo as well as soon as Nagi starts hanging out with you. Initially the purple-haired boy seems to be iffy about you and it doesn't look like he likes you a lot since you steal Nagi away from him but if he should antagonise you too much it is surprisingly Nagi who suddenly stands up for you and tells his friend bluntly off. The sometimes excessive laziness of Nagi can be either a curse or a blessing if you learn how to properly use it. On the one hand he often doesn't want to bother to let you go because he might find you in a situation again that would force him to think and get active again but on the other hand at times you can also use it to steer him a bit. As addicted to his phone as he is at times, Nagi is quite the respectable collection of pictures from you that he has snapped over time. In over half of them you weren't even aware that he was snapping them but now that he has made them anyways it would be a bother to delete them all again.

Isagi Yoichi

💙Rather unsuspecting to the untrained eye, Isagi is not the individual you would deem as the most intimidating nor threatening if you were to put him next to some of the other players in Blue Lock. You do not suspect him for anything either when you get to know him as he appears as a rather simple and innocent boy. What you miss about him though whenever you interact with him are those blue eyes analysing you and greedily taking in every little gesture and movement of yours. Playing in Blue Lock has taught Isagi to always analyse and read his opponents, to understand their pattern and this is something he does with you just as much. What is even more worrying is his willingness to adapt parts of his own personality if he figures out what you look for in a partner. He isn't simply copying though, he fully adapts and makes it his own which is perhaps much more frightening as he continuously reshapes himself without losing his core. He is still himself even if he tears himself apart and reimagines himself.

💙He is much more on an obsessive scale than you would ever imagine. He needs more information about you, needs to understand you better and better or else he would feel like a failure and couldn'r rest properly. For that reason he stalks you, aware that you won't tell him everything about you since the both of you aren't that close yet. The knowledge that you probably hide things from him is something that silently torments even if he still understands that he would do the same if the tables were turned. In regards to how lucid Yoichi actually is about his own feelings I'd probably put him in the middle and label him as someone who is semi-delusional. Isagi is driven by his ego like most people are in Blue Lock and this drive is what pushes him to indulge in his possessive and obsessive feelings yet at the same time he can snap out of this mindset for a while and simmer in his own shame when he actually holds on for a while and realises just how disturbing and creepy he is acting. It's obvious what would happen if you were to find out about it and he also isn't delusional enough to mistake politness and kindness as signs of romantic affection from your side.

💙His ego aside Isagi is still one of the more capable people to deal with jealous for a while even if he doesn't like being ignored. He feels normally quite reassured to let you hang out with people but it has to be admitted that this isn't because he just blindly trusts you nor them. No, it is because he has also stalked your friends and gotten to know them better and has arrived at the conclusion that they do not feel anything remotely romantic for you and it is the same case in regards to how you think about them. Isagi pays a ridiculous amount of attention to body language to the point where he becomes quite good in noticing small habits and gestures that would tell him that there are more feelings involved than admitted. It is when he knows that an interest is involved that he gets more uneasy. He sticks closer, blue eyes barely blinking as he seems to try to read the soul of a person. He starts fidgeting around, gets increasingly uncomfortable and anxious as the minutes pass until he can't hold himself back anymore and steps in. He seems for a good few seconds unsure and embarrassed as all attention is suddenly on him before he regains his composure and tries to end the conversation.

💙Normally he is the peacemaker even amongst the people in Blue Lock but he has gotten a lot more ruthless as time passes. Still though, he tries to act somewhat normal and warn someone if they have gotten on his nerves and he has started considering them as someone that he might have to get rid off. It is when his warning isn't headed that all sympathy just drops as everything that will happen from now on is going to be their fault due to their ignorance. Isagi manipulates and he blackmails as well, playing around someone to use and confuse them. Calculated and ambitious with his approach, he is frighteningly meticulous as he creates a strategy to remove someone from the picture. He doesn't mind stomping on their dreams and leaving a permanent hole in their life as a result of his actions and he doesn't stop to consider it either. Perhaps because unconsciously he knows that if he were to hold on for a minute and think about it, he would feel the same fright upon noticing what he is doing once more.

💙There is still a thin line that he seems to separate, one that he would greatly hesitate to overstep even if he is partially delusional. He can and will step over other people if it is needed but he finds himself pausing when it comes to ignoring even your own dreams to achieve his own goals. He loves to see you happy, loves to see your smile and to hear your laughter and he is afraid that it would all turn into tears if he were to mess up and take it too far until even you realise just what he has been doing the entire time. That is why he does his best to find ways to work around the scenario where he would have to kidnap you and as long as he can still see paths that lead elsewhere, he will take them. It is only when he is unable to find any other routes and can't create a path either that he finds himself marching down the only way left with a heavy heart. This could make or break the relationship depending on how well you handle the situation as he might potentially break if your feelings for him would turn into hatred and resentment or, potentially the worst, if you were to treat him like he is nonexistent.

💙A sucker for praise from his darling, Yoichi is not above making a fool out of himself to please you and be praised by you. It is possible to have a relationship with him that looks normal to the oblivious eyes if you handle him right. If everything works seamlessly Isagi is basically the equivalent of an eager puppy who wants to be called a "good boy" from you and will try everything to keep you happy as long as it doesn't involve parting from you. At the same time he never drops his calculated and analytical observations though as he always needs to have a good overview of his environment and all the players in it, a mindset that he not only uses when on the court but also in his daily life. Subtle manipulation is a common habit of his though he tries to justify it by seeing it as a method to avoid an escalation which would require him to do potentially worse things. And if you don't know about it, you won't be able to get mad at him either. So is it really something bad if you are neither aware of it nor will suffer any lasting consequences?

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animeyanderetalker · 6 months ago

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Darling returning to their house after having bought some groceries only to find Jinpachi standing outside their smoking apartment with firefighters surrounding him, holding a burnt pan in his hand:

Darling: "What?! Did?! You?! Do?!"

Jinpachi, staring with mild disdain at the burnt pan he is holding: "It started off fine...and then it was suddenly on fire."

Darling: "You set my kitchen on fire!!"

Jinpachi, pushing up his glasses: "That is incorrect. I didn't set fire on your kitchen. Fire was all of a sudden on your kitchen."

Jinpachi and darling staring at each other whilst darling contemplates murder through strangulation by using the hose of the fire truck.

Jinpachi: "I assume I'm forbidden of using the kitchen from now on?"

Darling: "Yes. Yes, you are."

#yandere blue lock #yandere bllk #yandere x reader #yandere ego #yandere ego jinpachi #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #ego x reader #ego jinpachi x reader #yandere crack post #jinpachi still got his yakisoba don't worry #darling 'lovingly' prepared it for him #he at least handled everything with the insurance #well...not really actually #poor anri had to do it for him because he told her to do so

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popponn · 10 months ago

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praises from (some) bllk boys as bfs — a rating list. very objective. very serious. very canon.

chigiri: casual and very often, but means every word of it. often accompanied by a pat on the head or a forehead nuzzle. very proud of you and very loving, somehow feels like a bro though. 9.8/10 (if only he puts that shoujo manga aura sleeping potential he has. come on pretty boy.)

reo: hype man. good bf man. perfect man. will get the bouquet, will get you in his arm and spin you, will kiss you. public relationship? good, means he can do it in public. secret relationship? good, you get extra long kisses + cuddles. honestly no notes. is probably more proud of you than you are of yourself for whatever it is. 10/10.

isagi: keep the essay™ on how you are great in his head and usually go for the straight forward basic "you are amazing". if excited, you get a full body hug, if in boy next door mode you will get a besotted smile. both are good in their own way, just different expressions of genuine happiness. 8/10 (will add another 2 points if this is a subjective list)

sae: execution wise, need improvement. but because praise coming from him is like a black pearl or a blue moon during a supermoon and a lunar eclipse—the feeling of elation makes up for it. curt, short, and honestly a testament of how good the end result of your action is. but, objectively: 6/10 —adding a point because usually there are also head pats. 3 if not.

rin: is abysmal. please stop glaring because most people would translate it as them fucking up. but as his significant other, he will scoff and look at you three seconds too long then probably pat your shoulder once. probably a "so you can do it huh" if you are lucky. 3/10 way too constipated itoshi junior. (if he got through that teenage angst of his, 7. higher chance of "good job" because you are his favorite)

bachira: shouts. loud. very proud. another no notes. you get pats, kisses, hugs, kisses, and the list goes on. probably will have to get physically separated from you. if his mom is there too then will cheer along with him. afterward will take you somewhere as a celebratory date—it could range from buying a snack from the convenience store or a straight-up meal. honestly, you choose. 10/10.

bonus round: nagi — surprisingly 8/10. will immediately hug you and look so excited with wide open eyes and all like he just won something. ;; kaiser — 3/10 swallow that pride more and give something more than "see? you can do it" but extra point because high chance he gives you tough love motivation beforehand;; aryu — very osha before and after. very osha praises. osha / 10. no notes. ;; anri — miss gf will either cheer or cry out of happiness depending on how big your success is. if it's the latter please do your duty first. 7.5/10 please stop crying.

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milaisreading · 11 months ago

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Manager!Yn AU where she basically justifies whatever Anri does

Ego: Yn, she literally took my food away.

Manager!Yn: She is saving your arteries!

Chris: Anri shortened my shower time!

Manager!Yn: We need to save up on bills

Noa: Anri locked Lavinho and I into a room the other day

Manager!Yn: She was just feeling silly :3

Lavinho:???

Snuffy: Anri stole all the pasta from our stratum-

Manager!Yn: God forbid women have hobbies 🙄

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #manager reader #blue lock anri #anri teieri #ego jinpachi #marc snuffy #chris prince #lavinho #noel noa

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sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 3 months ago

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sae being a complete math nerd endears me. that guy is into numbers!!! 😩

i know it’s not explicitly stated he’s a nerd / math enthusiast lol (i mean what else could those numbers mean?!?) but just him being like more math-oriented or more inclined towards logic and problem-solving is just fun to think about. he could be casually reading an article on game theory like it’s the morning paper just because, or he could express interest in geometry and probabilities not because he likes math explicitly, but because he sees parallels between it and football, or i imagine a small, funny moment of sae casually winning a strategic game (like poker) because of his probability skills, leaving his teammates frustrated. (he cannot be doing all that so detachedly!)

this to me checks with the image i have of sae being this guy who’s so used to controlling outcomes on the field but struggling with vulnerability in personal relationships.

but then, also:

there’s also this thing about probabilities and numbers and math that’s still left to chance, right? that’s why they are called “probabilities.” i’m not so good at even the concept of it haha but i know there’s also something profoundly… “allow for loss of control” going on in math at that level…. i hope you get me hahaha. that no matter how precise the calculations, uncertainty remains. you can calculate the odds, but outcomes are still, to some extent, left to ‘chance.’

in the same way, sae’s personal growth could mirror this realization. “letting go of complete control” could be a key theme in his arc. just as math has to allow for degrees of freedom, he must learn that relationships can’t be navigated with precision or cold logic. there are no “right” answers in emotions, after all, only possibilities.

he might initially approach emotions with the same mindset he uses in football: analyze, calculate risks, and wait for the best moment. however, in time, he can learn that emotions aren’t something to solve—they need to be lived through, with all the uncertainty and vulnerability they bring.

so yes, sae being a little math nerd is special to me.

(this was a long-winded way of me saying sae needs to have a good time iykwim somebody please give him a good time)

#anri 🕷#the limit does not exist sae #sae blue lock #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #blue lock #blue lock sae #itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #sae #bllk sae #bllk

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: ̗̀➛ Met the professionals

Synopsis: after winning the U-20 match, Ego starts planning the third phase of the project and you were requested to come back a few days earlier than the players for a quick briefing and to introduce you the new people that you would be working with.

Reader is 18.

Warnings: fem!reader, English and Japanese honorifics, swearing, reader has a little brother, suggestive comment, reader wears a dress and has makeup on, flirting, hottest dilfs alive and Micheal Kaiser.

Ego in his sugar daddy era???

“How’re you, Ego-San? I hope that you’ve been eating well for the past two weeks since I wasn’t here to cook for you.” You grinned kindly at your boss, entering the high tech office. Placing your handbag on the table, Ego doesn’t look at you and continues to immerse himself in important data.

“What’re you my mother? I don’t need you to look after me.”

“If I don’t look after you, who’ll make Japan win the World Cup?” You sassed. Approaching the table the looked at the holographic data floating mid air. You still wonder to yourself how much money went into this and how high tech this all was.

“Anri-San told me over the phone that I should come back a few days earlier than the players, when I tell you that those boys-”

“Ah, ah.” He raises his hand over to your mouth, stopping you from saying anything and you huffed, sitting on the tables edge. “Alright, tell me-” A holographic screen slides to your direction, revealing the information before you.

“The third phase of this match is called the Neo Egoist League. Where players pick a team that matches their skills. This phase will introduce a variety of investments, including high salaries, various offers from different teams all over Europe to play in their leagues, and so many more,” you click on the icon, Germany and saw the familiar face of the one who beat Messi in a match from three years ago.

“Noel Noa…?”

“Oh, yeah. The teams the players will choose are England, Germany, Italy, France, and Spain. Each European team is an S-class team led by the most exceptional strikers…I think you already know them.” Cue for the familiar faces of famous football players to come into the screen. Chris Prince, Lavinho, Noel Noa, Marc Snuffy, and the familiar face of Julian Loki.

“After the players pick their respective teams, they will be separated into different stratums or buildings. Anri-Chan will be sending you the rest of the details. Don’t embarrass yourself when you’re up close with them.” He says, giving you a side eye as you stare at a picture of Snuffy. You immediately snapped back to your senses and swiped away the image of the Italian footballer.

“I-I won’t! What makes you say that?!” He huffs and pushes you off the table.

“Unpack your things and help the other staff with room preparations. You will be preparing for five teams with twenty plus players. Go away.” You huffed at him and fixed your clothes. “Can’t you be more gentle?! Geez!”

“What’s this?” You looked at the white box, wrapped with a black bow that Anri handed to you, she looks very excited you took notice. She beams at you as you placed it on the dining table.

“Open it! Ego-San got it for us.”

“That Vector look-a-like got us something? Are you sure he’s alright? Should I call a doctor?” You worried turned to the older woman. Cue for Ego to smack you on the back of you of your head with a file.

“Ow!”

“Be grateful, you waste of talent. I’m pretty sure you don’t have anything decent to wear.” He hissed, pointing at your working clothes and you gasped dramatically.

“These are my working clothes, asshat! I can’t run around working in a mini skirt.”

“Oh, come on, Ego-San. (Name)-Chan just got back and you’re already picking a fight with her!” Anri scolds the two of you, pulling both her boss and colleague apart before they tear each other apart. “Just open the gift and tell me if it fits. Don’t approach me if it isn’t your style.” Ego spoke, going into the kitchen to prepare himself yet another instant ramen packet.

“If it fits?” You thought a bit confused. Did he buy you clothes? Or maybe it’s a new staff uniform, either way, you pulled on the strands of the ribbon, making it come undone. You then lifted the cover and saw some white paper covering, Anri was squealing excited next to you. Moving away some of the wrapping, you soon realized that Ego had bought you a designer dress.

You took out the dress from the box and looked at it with eyes peeled open. Ego, your harsh boss, had bought you a dress that was totally your style and in your favorite color? Is the world ending?

“Omg, Ego-San, it looks beautiful on her, definitely (name)’s style!” Anri gushed at the man who didn’t respond. As you continued to admire the dress and its intricate appearance, Ego cleared his throat.

“Do the two of you have any jewelry?”

“I only brought a few earrings with me, nothing special.”

“The ones that I’m wearing, I don’t change into anything different unless it’s a special occasion.” You and Anri answered. You wondered why Ego bought you an expensive dress and asking you about jewelry, all he ever talked about was football not fashion.

“Ego-San, what’s with the dress? I don’t think I can wear this to anywhere and this must’ve been expensive!”

“Is that really what you have to say…?” You shut up and looked at Ego and his unusual behavior. He sounded a bit disappointed as he slurped on his noodles. You grinned at the realization and brought the dress to your chest.

“Thank you, Ego-San, truly.” You could’ve sworn you saw a smile on his face. “Are you smiling, Ego-San-?”

“Being delusional has its fucking limits, kid.”

“I may be delulu but my eyes aren’t lying, c’mon admit it, boss!” You continue to tease as he continues to deny your claims. Anri smiles at this interaction. For once you weren’t spouting insults at each other or trying to kill each other.

“Shut the fuck up and take this.” Ego had enough and tossed you and Anri small bags of yet again designer, products. You then looked at Ego and then at Anri. “In all seriousness, why’re you gifting us these and where did you get the money of all of this? Last I remembered, we ran out of funds cause of the second selection.”

“After winning the match, sponsors came flooding in to support the project. Hence the brands and how we’re able to afford those teams to collaborate with us.” Anri explains. Looking at the Selim Mouzannar box in her hands with bulging eyes. You had a similar reaction as her as you look at the Azlee brand necklace on your hands.

“You didn’t really have to buy us so much…”

“I wonder how much of this costs…”

“I only bought you both heels. The dresses, jewelry and makeup were gifts from the coaches.”

“…are they looking for a sugar baby?” Anri and Ego smacked you on the back of the head.

“You look so beautiful, (name)-Chan!!”

“Have you seen yourself, Anri-San? You look like you’re going to the met gala!” The red-haired woman blushes as your compliment. She wore a red satin floor length dress with off shoulders. You looked at yourself in the mirror and saw a different person. You looked even more beautiful with the makeup on with lips were colored in lipstick. Your dress hugged every curve of your body and the jewelry made you look mature and expensive.

All in all, you look like you were going to a ball. Like a Princess.

“You look like you’re going to throw up.”

“I… I’m scared I’m gonna ruin this dress, like, what if I accidentally spill food or drinks on me?!” You continued on with your nervous rant about possibly ruining the dress, she sighs and grabs you the shoulders, pushing her face closer to yours. “(Name)-Chan, nothing is going to happen to you or the dress! They gave you this dress and it’s your choice what to do with it.”

She reasons and you nodded tentatively. She smiles and picked up her handbag, so did you.

“I’m amazed Ego-San wanted to host a welcome party of the teams.”

“I was actually the JFU who arranged this occasion.” You looked at Anri as if she grew a second head and laughed uncertainly. “Ahaha… really?”

“Really.”

“Like… really, really?” She nods and you scoffed. “Now that he lost our little bet, he’s sucking up to us? Serves him right for doubting us.”

“Oh, you should’ve seen how Ego-San reacted when the president told him about hosting a welcome party!” Hand in arm, the two women were immersed in their conversation as they walked down the dystopian-core hallways of blue lock and exited the premises where a wagoneer jeep waited in the entrance.

“I think Ego-San is indulging himself a little bit too much.”

“That car was sent by the JFU, dumbass.” Ego sighs as he walked out from the glass doors, clad in a navy blue suit with a bolo football tie. He didn’t look all that much to different from his usual getup. The suit was reminiscent of the one he wore in the U-20 match.

You immediately noticed at the bolo tie was a little loose and went in front of him, taking a hold of the tie. Ego seemed surprised at the sudden closeness and pulled away.

“What the hell?”

“Stand still, your tie looks sloppy…” You murmured, tightening it. Ego sighs and lifts his head a little to give you space, Anri smiles in amusement at this rare moment between the two of you. Like a daughter fixing her fathers tie before he goes off to work. It was adorable in her opinion.

You pulled away and looked pleased with Ego’s appearance with a smile. “Let’s go?”

“Let’s.”

You looked at awe at the building where the welcome party was taking place. You initially thought it was going to be at blue lock but apparently JFU didn’t deem your building fancy enough and held the welcome party at a five star hotel. As you wrapped your arm around Anri’s forearm, you peered through the city of Tokyo from the glass window of the elevator. It looked like a sparkling jewelry box from up there. The doors open and Anri pulls you along with her.

Anxiety emptied your stomach as your hands grew sweaty around Anri’s plushy arm. The older woman looks at you with a gentle smile that made your worries go away. You then looked Ego who had his hands on the large doors in front of you three, he looks at the two of you and you nodded confidently.

Ego pushes the doors open and you were welcomed by a flood of overlapping chatter, elegant women dressed in designer clothing and men stood tall and erect in their identical-looking suits. The hall looked massive with a balcony on the right side of the room.

Everyone stopped with what they were doing and bore their eyes into the three of you. Now you felt like you were going to throw up if they continue to stare at you any longer.

“If it isn’t the mastermind behind this amazing project!” You heard a boisterous voice boom your ears. You looked up and saw the fat rodent that is the president of the JFU waddling his way towards your direction. The feeling of nausea was replaced with disgruntled feeling as you held on Anri’s arm a little tighter.

“Chairmen, thank you for arranging this welcome party for the teams.” Ego thanked the bloated tanuki. He was uncharacteristically polite. Your brows furrowed deeper and the corners of your mouth tilts down as he glanced at you and Anri, he gulps and looks back the bull-cut-haired man.

“I-it’s the least we can do. Because with blue lock, I know we can win the World Cup with your guidance!” He spoke and the others in the room erupted in praises and applause.

“We’ll be doing our best to do so. Thank you for financially supporting our project.” Anri replied with a light bow and so did you, “I’ll be supporting the players as best as I can since I’m the manager and all of that.”

The chairmen then usher the three of you to the rest of the JFU members for some reason. You didn’t talk all that much and looked around the banquet hall, “tell me, (name)-Chan. How the players generally act?”

“Generally act?”

“What’s their behavior towards the other players? I’m quite curious.” One of the members asked. You tried to think of an answer without revealing the fact that everyone is at each other's throats, “well, they remain respectful to each other, off and on the field,” that was a bit of a lie considering Isagi calling Baro a donkey mid-game.

“They work hard and dedicate themselves, body and soul to the sport. They accept defeats to grow better not only as a player but as a person.” You replied truthfully this time, fiddling with the fabric of the dress. They took your word for it and seemed intrigued by your answers with nods and hums.

“And how do they act towards you? Since you’re one of the many female managers after all.” They smirked with suggestion. You sucked in the corner of your bottom lip to avoid snapping at him. What was even going through their sick heads? Do they want this project to end with just one sexual speculation?

“Respect… we maintain a distance that is manager and player. We don’t have a rather close and intimate relationship with each other.” That was a bit of a lie. The players acted relatively close to you but still maintained a respectable presence with you.

Aryu runs his hands in your hair while complimenting your makeup and outfit. Chigiri would ask you to play with his hair. You were terrible at it, but he didn’t mind. Otoya would constantly flirt and ask for your number. Karasu and Yukimiya would save you from him. Baro, Kunigami, and all the other boys would try to pitch in to help you. Bachira would always hug you whenever you entered the room. Nagi trails behind you like a lost puppy, along with Reo, who would talk your ear off about the stock market and ask you to go out on a date with him once he’s out of blue lock.

And so many more, the boys acted like you were friends at school which made you feel comfortable with your stay and you really appreciated the boys and their behavior towards you.

“Is that so? Nothing-?”

“Hey, shithead. Do you think it’s a good idea to ask a girl who's 18 if she’s having intimate relations with a bunch of guys who are 18 and below? That’s fucking disgusting.” Ego spat in a whisper to the man as he pulled you by the wrist and hid you behind him. Your eyes widen as well as the JFU member, and he stammers out an apology that Ego didn’t take so kindly.

You looked up at Ego as he glared in disgust at the man. With your heart beating against your chest as if it wanted to break free, sweat pooling into the palm of your heads, you pulled on Ego’s cuffs, and he turned his attention towards you.

“Ego-San, let’s not cause a scene…” you whispered lowly, gesturing to your side. Spectators were turning their heads at the three of you, who were drawn to what you were discussing. Ego looks at you, then back at the man. There was an unreadable expression on his face before he clicked his tongue and gestured for you to follow him.

“Don’t show your putrid face to me or my staff.” He hissed before walking away from the man with eyes following your every move like owls, but one look from Ego, and they returned to their conversations.

“Ego-San… thank you for doing that. I greatly appreciate it.” You spoke, pulling on the mans wrist. He stops and looks at you before flicking your forehead. “The hell?!”

“Be more careful next time when you encounter nosey pigs like him-”

“So you do have a heart in there, Jinpachi Ego.” You heard a voice state amused from behind. You couldn’t understand what he was saying. It sounded like German. You whirled around and saw the mystery man.

It was Noel Noa. Clad in a suit and bow tie. He had a stoic and serious expression with an ever-present frown on his lips, gold eyes dull into Ego’s obsidian pair of eyes before he shifted his focus to you and then back to him. When both your eyes met, you felt your heart rate go faster than ever before.

It was the Noel Noa. In the flesh! The greatest striker in the world, standing in front of you!!

You have seen this man in your television or phone but seeing him in the flesh was whole new experience.

‘Omg, omg, omg, omg, omg, omg-’

“What’s that supposed to mean, you stoic robot?” Ego hissed in German. You looked back and forth between the two. They seemed to know each other, you observed as they casually conversed with each other. “Seeing how you stood up for your female employee is out of character. I thought you weren’t Ego when I saw you.”

“Do you know each other, Ego-San?”

“In a way. Wear these. You’ll need it when communicating with the other coaches.” Ego fished out a small black box that had Blue Lock’s symbol on it. You took it from his grasp and opened the box. There were black wireless earbuds.

“Earbuds?”

“Reo Mikage’s family had decided to sponsor Blue Lock and give us one of their products. That being translator earbuds, it’s light and won’t come off no matter how much you move around, and it’s hardly noticeable.” You wore it, and it almost felt unnoticeable. You then turned to the striker and slight bow.

“What is Ego Jinpachi like at work, Ms.Manager?” You were a little shocked, hearing him speak so clearly in Japanese with a believable accent. These earbuds are something else.

“O-oh, well. He can very harsh and would constantly criticize you for the littlest thing.”

“That’s accurate enough.”

“You damn brat.”

“I’m (name) (last name), Mr.Noa. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“I’ve heard many things about you from Ego.”

“Good or bad?”

“A bit of both.” You sighed hearing his quick response.

“Although, he often notes how you go above and beyond with your work despite being so young,” Noa mentioned—taking a sip of his champagne. You worked up hearing his statement and looked at Ego, who didn’t meet your eyes.

“Ego-San sometimes shares with me his instant noodles and such.” On occasion, when you would be busy with your work, Ego would always make you some instant noodles for a snack to go with your work. It touched your heart as he did care for you after all. (Before he berates you for doing absolutely nothing)

“How… amusing.” Noel glances at his friend, whose eyes softened by a fraction. The striker was quick to take a champagne glass from a waiter's tray and hand it to you.

“Ms. (Last name), you wouldn’t mind if you left your boss and me alone for a while? So we can talk a little about this passion project of his.”

“Of course, have fun.” You whispered before walking away from the two men, placing a hand above your beating heart, and your lips formed a shaky smile—excitement and adrenaline running through your veins. You did your darn best to keep your smile under wraps in favor of showing a calm and professional side of you to the man himself.

“I need to tell Anri-San about this—!” You spun your head from left to right to find the red-haired woman, but you saw her surrounded by sponsors, with Anri conversing seriously with them.

You decided to calm your excitement down and walked around the ballroom. You had to admit, this was something you would see in a movie. The piano was playing in the middle room; you were drawn to its alluring melody, and before you knew it, you were in front of the grand piano while admiring pianist playing.

“Are you into classical music, Miss?” A man purrs into your ear from behind. You recoiled away upon feeling a person's hot breath against your ear. “Haha! Didn’t mean to scare you there, lovely.”

The man had short, curly blond hair, sapphire blue eyes and a mole in the corner of his right lip. He had a well-built body, the suit fitting snuggly in his body. He was taller than you, your head level with his chest.

“I don’t think it’s good manners to suddenly whisper into someone’s without even introducing yourself.” You retorted lightly at the man, and he raised his hands in a playful gesture. “Sorry, miss. I thought I saw a diamond in the corner of my eyes.”

He confessed with a lazy grin. You sighed softly at his attempt at flirting, and you looked back at him. He seemed familiar like you’d seen him before.

“Maybe it’s because of my necklace.”

“I wouldn’t think that if I were you, lovely.” He winks at you, you left a bit uncomfortable with him. “Umm, I just turned 18, I’m not that to comfortable with someone older by a few years older than me…”

“Ahahaha!! Just wait until the fans see this, Chrissy!” A boisterous voice boomed from across the room. A man with tanned skin and wild blond hair, swung his arm over to Chrissy. He wore a black suit with a gold blouse, some of the buttons undid to reveal his chest tattoos.

“You were the one who told me to do it! Miss, I am truly sorry.”

“No, he’s not. He was, like ‘dude, check out that girl with in that dress, she super fine, ‘m gonna go talk to her and hold my drink.’ Basically.” The man matter of factly. Chrissy’s jaw dropped and looked at you who was trying to process this information.

“Lavinho, you’re this worst!”

Wait, Lavinho? As in that famous Brazilian dribbler? Whose representing the Spanish team Barcha?

“You’re… Lavinho?” You spoke and the man turns to you before grinning ear-to-ear. He took your hand and bowed.

“In the flesh, pretty lady! Man, am I lucky to have gorgeous woman like you to know my name. It’s an honor.” He boasts to himself before he grabbed his friend by the arm.

“By the way, this is Chris Prince! But call him Chrissy, though, it’s cute right? Chrissy, Chrissy~”

“Oh my gosh, can you stop? You’re embarrassing me in front of her!” Chris Prince, commonly known as worlds no.2, whispered harshly into Lavinho’s ear, who blew raspberries into his face.

“Oh my gosh, are you immature!” You couldn’t help but laugh at their shenanigans. You never expected them to be this carefree in person. It was fun!

“Let’s calm down now.” You cooed at them, trying to stop Chris from pulling on Lavinho’s collar. “What the lady said, Chrissy. Calm down.”

“I am calm!”

“Says who?”

As Chris was about to strangle Lavinho, you hurriedly took him by the arm and tried to anchor him down with your body weight.

“Let’s calm down! We wouldn’t want to attract too much attention now, do we?” You stammered nervously as the crowd’s eyes were on the three of you. How many times has it already been since the attention was suddenly focused on you.

“You heard the lady, Princey-”

“That includes you, Mr.Lavinho.” He looks at you with shock and Chris glanced at Lavinho with a victorious smirk.

“He’s such a wild person, isn’t he, lovely?”

“A little bit.”

“What?!”

“But not in a bad way.”

“I knew I could trust in you, pretty lady!” Lavinho laughed as he slamming his palms on your shoulders making you wince.

“I hope you can forgive me for that initial greeting, miss?”

“Oh, right. I never introduced myself! My name is (name) (last name) and I’m the manager of Blue lock. It’s a pleasure meeting you both, Mr.Lavinho and Mr.Prince. And it’s alright, Mr.Prince. You didn’t do anything if offense anyway. You briefly introduced yourself with a bow and a smile.

“Oh~! So you’re the woman glasses mentioned we would be working with! Nice to meet you too. Hope we can work together soon!” Lavinho grinned as did Chris.

“Are you a model by any chance? I mean, you have the potential one.” Chris asked curiously. Your posture and beauty were very much similar to models. He would know as he posed with some female models in the past.

“I actually did some modeling jobs when I was 16. Although I’m currently on a break.”

“Ha! I knew it! A beautiful girl like you would be scouted sooner or later. Hey, how about we do a shoot-?”

“She told you she was taking a break from the cameras, Chris.” Another man reminded to the English man with a sigh as he came from behind you and smiled at you apologetically. He had short blond hair and large emerald green eyes with a very well defined nose.

“I’m so sorry about him, Ms.(name). Please don’t let him bother you.”

“It’s alright. I don’t mind doing a shoot with him.”

“See?! It’s almost impossible to say no to this handsome face.” Chris laughs. Pulling out a hand mirror and admires himself, smiling at the mirror and winking at himself.

“Is he… usually like that?”

“Sadly.”

“You seem to know me.”

“I happen to overhear you introducing yourself, my name is Marc Snuffy. Call me Snuffy. It’s a pleasure meeting one of Blue Lock’s beautiful managers.” Snuffy grinned kindly at you making your heart skip a beat.

“Beautiful? Now, I think that’s a stretch!”

“Not what the posts say about you.” He laughs lightly, pulling out a phone to reveal screenshots of a Tiktok comment section filled with compliments and love towards you.

“I must say, the media quite likes you after those little videos with you and Pablo Cavasoz dancing.” You glowered in embarrassment as you remembered the famous baby-face Argentina player, who was mysteriously drawn to you and dragged you to Harajuku with you to film Tiktok dance video’s in the middle of the street or inside the stores and to go shopping.

Never again were you going to be bribed with food and a promise of manicures.

“I-I’m honestly flattered that you think that way, Mr.Snuffy. Thank you. You’re Uber’s coach, right?”

"Correct and I hope my team wouldn't be too much of a trouble to deal with." He jokes lightly making you laugh.

"Have you seen my players? They would be at each other's throats if I look away for a couple of seconds! Like my Rin and Isagi for example."

"Considering the fact that your no.10 dodged a hug from 11... I'd say that their relationship is..."

"Rough? Absolutely."

"We all have those friends." You and continues to conversed at one another about your teams along with his. Snuffy is quite the gentleman you noted. Very polite and respectful.

"Yo, Snuffy. When're we gonna go back to the dorms, 'm tired." You heard someone complain. A man with messy black hair with purple tips and dark purple eyes, laid his head on the Uber's captain's shoulder with a sigh. You rubbed your eyes to wear off any drowsiness as you thought the man had gold teeth for a second.

"It's only 10 pm, Lorenzo and button up your shirt." Snuffy scolded Lorenzo who groaned but stopped midway as he saw you. "Who's this pretty lady, Snufs?"

"Her name is (name) and she's Blue Lock's manager. Be kind."

"Isn't she on the news one time? Like people thought she was Pablo's girlfriend or stuff." You sunk on the floor in embarrassment, remembering the countless news articles that you were his girlfriend. You even got a call from your father who was pissed at you for keeping your not-boyfriend a secret.

"Erm, I'm actually not his girlfriend... hehe, it was an misunderstanding."

"Huh, really?"

"Yup, the media assumed that we were dating just from a few videos of us dancing and doing some sightseeings around Harajuku."

"I see. So yer gonna be our new manager?"

"As far as I know, yea."

"Let's be friends then! Snuf, 'mma borrow her real quick." Lorenzo immediately went towards you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and waved goodbye at Snuffy who told the two of you to have fun.

"Names Don Lorenzo but just call me whatever you want since we're gonna be friends and all."

"Alright, Mr-"

"And no Mister and all that title shit, just call me Lorenzo or whatever- oh! Snuffy does call me Donny at times."

"So is Lorenzo alright with you?"

"Totes." Lorenzo was quite the character. He's friendly and a laidback type of guy, you felt at ease just by being with him as you started to slip from your professional mode. You were enjoying yourself with Lorenzo as the two of you conversed with other topics other than football.

"By the way, are this gold grills on your teeth?" You asked curiously. The two of you were seated a couch with a plate of crackers, cheese and caramel popcorn. He stops eating the popcorn and pulled on the corner of his mouth to give you a full view of his gold teeth.

"These babies? Nah, before all of this, i was some homeless kid on the streets of Italy, begging and robbin' people of their money until Snuffy came into my life askin' me if I wanna play football with him,"

"I was like, 'what's up with this dude? He crazy as fuck,' so then I was like 'replace my rotten teeth with golden ones' and do you know what he did afterwards?"

"He immediately dragged you to the nearest dentist and had it replaced with gold teeth?"

"Exactly! You're so smart." Lorenzo praises, throwing popcorn in the air and caught some with his mouth while also missing some, which you then picked up from the couch and ate it so it won't go to waste.

"Who knew that Mr.Snuffy is such a kind man."

"Kindest in the world. He's the type of person to not give up on others just cause." The player says fondly. You grabbed your champagne glass and felt it was unusually light, you then saw that it was empty. "I'm out of champagne. I'll go grab some more."

"Nah, I'll do it. You sit your pretty self here."

"Thanks but I can handle it, Lorenzo." You pat his shoulder before taking off with your empty glass and towards the bar for a quick refill.

You arrived at the bar and leaned against the counter. "Excuse me but can I get a refill in champagne? Non-alcoholic if there is."

"In a second."

"Can I get a martini?" Someone ask beside you. You glanced at them saw the familiar fluffy hair of brown to purple beside you.

"Are you... Alexis Ness from Bastard Munchen, by any chance?" The man beside you perks up upon hearing his name and turned to you with a nod and a kind grin.

"Yes and you're?"

"(Name) (last name). One of Blue lock's managers. It's nice to see you this evening, Mr.Ness."

"Please no need to call me Mister, just call me Ness and the pleasure is all mine.”

“Ness it is then. About that match with (club name), you did a good job out there.” You praise the player. You watched his match with (club name) a few weeks ago and was amazed at Ness’s clean assist and passes to a star player in his team.

“Really? I didn’t do all that much, it was all-”

“Why would you say that? Your assists were clean and quick. Not even the other players knew you would do it.” You interrupted Ness, and you meant every word you said. He looks at you in shock before red soon blossoms on his cheeks.

“You really think so?”

“Yea, although… I do have a tiny teeny problem…” Ness frowns upon hearing your last words. He had hoped he would gain a fan after all his hard work, but it seemed his efforts-

“That you didn’t score any goals!” Now that left him confused.

“E-excuse me?”

“You’re obviously a great player with amazing dribbling and passing skills, so why don’t you use it score your own goals? I mean, seriously, I hoped you would score that last goal before you passed to number 10.” You went on a little rant, and Ness stood there in awe with your words.

You weren’t focused with Kaiser but instead your attention was on Ness and even wanted him to score goals!

His heart started to beat even faster when you were praising his work and sets of skills. Ness looked up and got a good look at you, he had to admit, you were very beautiful in that dress.

“Kaiser is Bastard Munchen’s Ace so we dedicate all of the goals towards him.”

“But isn’t that letting your own skills go to waste? You’re hindering yourself just so that your number 10 can win. How about this?” You grabbed Ness by the arm and sat him on the stools, and you sat across him. Leaning towards his shoulder, you narrowed the distance of your lips to his ears. Ness’s heartbeat grew increasingly erratic as you drew closer. He felt your hot breath against the shell of his ear and smelled the perfume in your skin, blending with the champagne you were drinking.

“Your ace knows that you would be passing to him for every game, no?”

“Yes…”

“And I’m also sure that the rest of your team along with Mr.Noa would be aware of this fact. What I’m trying to say is that,”

“When trying to pass to your beloved Ace, change course and score the goal for yourself. I’m sure the opposing team would also know about your play style. Therefore, they would surround your ace to prevent a successful pass from approaching him.” You explained with a mischievous smile after seeing Ness’s shocked expression. Gone was his ear-to-ear grin as it was replaced with an open mouth.

“B-but Kaiser-”

“So what about him? He can score his own goals if he’s your so-called ace. Ness, you’re an amazing player, but you lack the independence of one or, rather… the ego of one. Omg… I’m starting to sound like Ego-San.” You pulled away from Ness and seriously contemplated your words. Ness, however, was silent as he let your words sink deep into his consciousness. You looked at Ness’s blank face, and yours swelled in embarrassment.

He probably didn’t understand your rambling. Even when you thought you sounded cool saying it!! You stood hastily after the bartender finally refilled your drink and cleared your throat.

“I probably wasn’t making any sense. This is more on Ego-San’s department. Forget I said anything, Ness-”

“No… I was hoping you could explain more about this ego. Please… I want to learn more about it, Ms.(name).” Ness took hold of your wrist and slightly tightened his grip on you. His tone… it sounded like he was begging you.

You stared at the B.M player with a conflicting mindset as you looked between your drink and Ness.

“So this is why my drink has been taking a long time. I didn’t know you were busy flirting with a girl, Ness.” A man purrs condescendingly as he struts towards you both. Ness reluctantly lets go of your wrist and looks shamefully to the side. “So-”

“And who is this lovely lady keeping you company, hm?” The man in front of you grinned at Ness. He had blond hair styled into a long mullet with blue fades. He wore a dark blue suit and matched it with a tie. Something was peeking from his collar, but you couldn’t determine what it was, probably a tattoo or something.

“(Name) (last name), one of the managers of Blue Lock, and I take it that you’re Kaiser?” His smile grows as his name rolls out from your tongue, and he takes your hand, fluttering his lips over your knuckles before he firmly presses his lips on your knuckles.

“Micheal Kaiser, das Fräulein. Star player of Bastard Munchen.” The Ace says matter-of-factly with a grin, and you smile at him uncomfortably, looking at the area where he kissed.

“Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew.” You repeated in your head as you tried to pull back your hand, but Kaiser gripped you as he incoherently conversed with Ness.

“I take it that you know Blue Lock’s Ace: Isagi Yoich? That plain looking guy.” Your lips turned into frowns hearing him describe your friend.

“Yes. Is there something you wanted to ask him?”

“Oh no, I was just making sure that you were his specific manager. After all, I would want him to look at your face once I humiliate him.”

“Excuse me?” You honestly expected Kaiser to be a prideful person. That was for sure. But for him to straight up admit his intentions in front of you? Now, that was a bold him.

“I think you heard me, (name). I plan to make Isagi Yoichi, the hero of Blue Lock, an obstacle for me to overcome. Make sure he’s worthy of that title.” Kaiser requested you like it was a normal thing to ask. As your glare towards him hardened, Kaiser couldn't care less. You slowly exhaled, placed your glass gently, and pushed yourself towards him.

“As you wish, I’ll make sure Isagi Yoichi will be an impossible obstacle for you to overcome.” Now it was his turn to be annoyed as he took his vacant hand and roughly grabbed your upper arm to pull you closer. His face was nearing yours with a cocky snarl.

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise, rather.”

“To think that Blue Lock would have such a feisty manager, I wonder how Jinpachi Ego leashed you.”

“Leashed me? Do you think I’m some kind of dog?!”

“Oh, I know! You’re the character who blindly placed her fate into the clown who thought of himself as the main character, but that’s going to change once I step into the field,” he removes his grip from your upper arm and clasps his hand around your jaw to pull your face even closer to his. You instinctively tried to tear away, but his strength proved greater than yours.

“I could just imagine what dear Isagi’s face will look like once I humiliate him in front of his pretty manager.”

“As if that would happen.” You rasped, trying to pry his hand away from your face. As Ness was about to intervene finally, Lorenzo came into sight, taking hold of Kaiser’s wrist with a deadly grip, his gold teeth shining against the light, and the Italian let out a whistle in amusement.

“Damn, Kaiser… never you would act like a dick if a girl don’t wanna be with ya.”

“Where did you come from, you damn zombie?”

“Wonderin’ where (name) was at, said she was goin’ to refill her drink. Didn’t know you were holding her hostage.” The two-star players glared at each other in disdain. Kaiser started to feel the blood being cut off from his hand and he rips away his grip from your face. You stepped back and massaged your jaw.

“Are you alright, (name)? I’m sorry I couldn’t-”

“It’s alright. I expected he act like this. Fucking prick.” You huffed, drinking your champagne as Ness looks ashamed.

“Honestly… I should’ve intervened when he grabbed you by the arm. I’m so sorry-”

“Ness, Ness, baby, love.” You sweet-talked and grabbed his jaw gently. (Unlike someone) “It’s alright, I get it. We all freeze sometimes, even I do. So you don’t gotta worry about it, okay?” You smiled. Expecting him to agree with you and let all of this be over with. He tentatively nodded, and you let go of his jaw before turning to the bartender. “Actually, can I get the bottle?”

Before the bartender could hand you the bottle, Lorenzo snatched it from him, took you the waist and led you away from the bar, making a mocking face at Kaiser.

“See ya in the field, naked emperor!” The Italian player laughs as he waves and pours you a drink. You turned to Ness and gave him a smile and wave, which he returned. You met Kaiser’s glare and returned it with a glare and a middle finger.

“Is he always so arrogant?”

“24/7, babe. 24/7.” Lorenzo sighs, patting your shoulder. “Hey, your lipstick… Kaiser must’ve smudged it.” He stares at the colored streak nearing your jaw. You placed your finger on it and saw the colored stain on your finger. You hissed at the sight and covered the lower half of your face.

“Damn that rat. Lorenzo, I’ll be back. Need to fix myself.”

“Sure, I’ll be on the couch!” He removed his arm, and you speed-walked through the crowd towards the hallway where the servers were going in and out. You swiftly dodged the waiters that’s were carrying snacks and drinks, you saw a waiter who seemed to be on break, seeing that she was on her phone.

“Excuse me, miss. Where’s the bathroom?” She looks up from her phone and points at the direction where to go.

“Second to the last door on the left.”

“Thanks.” And with that you immediately took off.

During the trip toward the bathroom, you recalled your rather eventful evening. A JFU member asking disgusting questions, Ego saving you, meeting Noel Noa, Chris Prince flirting with you, Lavinho laughing at Chris, Marc Snuffy appearing, Don Lorenzo whisking you away from the night, meeting Ness and getting harassed(?) by Micheal Kaiser.

And here you thought you would be the loner who escaped from the party to the safe haven that was the balcony. So much for that, at least. As you wiped the stain away, you were quick to reapply a new batch on your skin but before you exited the bathroom, you took a few photos of yourself for good measure and sent a few to your brother to let him decide which ones should you post as you were indecisive.

[You sent 15 photos]

You: which one of these do I look the prettiest?

Little demon: none

You: what if I tell Ma and pa?

Little demon: Your alrd pretty tho but for me 1 4 9 and 13 are the best ones

You: I know I’m pretty. I’ll be positing these soon after party

Little demon: don’t post. Dress is revealing. I can see your BOOBS

You: only a little :(

Little demon: what if I tell Ma and pa?

You: I hate you

Little demon reacted: 👍

You huffed seeing your younger brothers weak response and before you could text something back, you bumped into someone’s side.

“Sorry- (name)?” The man spoke, and you looked up to find the black French player in front of you wearing a suit paired with a bow tie. You lit up seeing the player and tucked away your phone to give him a big hug.

“Loki!! Oh my gosh, how’re you?”

“I’m fine. It’s good to see you again after a couple of weeks. Mr.Pablo has been bombarding me with texts asking for your socials. That man won’t give up.” He sighs as he pulls away from you, and you laugh.

“You might have you endure that for a little while longer, Loki dear.” He sighs again and you took him by the arm and dragged him down the hall.

“I heard we’ll be working together again. Good luck to us then.” Loki says, patting your hand before giving you a kind smile, which you return. The two of you reentered the ballroom and went your separate ways. Loki said he couldn’t leave his team alone as they would likely cause a scene without him there.

“I’ll see you at work, peace maker.”

“Have a fun evening, (name).” Then you went back to where Lorenzo was sitting, spending the rest of the evening with the Italian, joking, judging other people, talking about your respective counties and your experience with football.

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This only took me 3 weeks to finish what a record 🙏

I hope you guys enjoyed this long ass fanfic, this was originally gonna be like 2 parts but then I decided to publish this a whole rather than separate parts.

Reblogs are much appreciated!! I love you all I hope you guys have a great day!

-@chxxrybxxmb

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ttheggrimrreaper · 20 days ago

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☆ Blue Lock x Reader (Fem!Manager)

Various x reader : Blue lock, the facility made to create the best striker in Japan through grueling tests. But even the best striker needs someone on the side lines to support them. 100 (allegedly) girls, half invited, others coming to sign up, all together to go through a similar process, to produce the best Manager.

☆Episode 1: Options

Your knee bounced up and down, looking over the letter once more. One hand resting on the arm rest of the sofa. The other holding the letter out in front of you. With a sigh, running your free hand over your head. The contents of the letter consisted of an invite to a facility by the name of Blue Lock. Although, as the letter stated, the purpose of the facility was for boys soccer, every team does need a manager.

'L/n Y/n, You have been invited into the Blue Lock Manager program along with 100 other girls.'

The message was followed by other information regarding the whereabouts and the time you were to arrive at the set location. However the issue wasn't the location, it was within jogging distance. The issue was... You couldn't quite remember submitting a request to join this manager program, let alone anything to do with Blue Lock whatsoever. Yes you had managing experience, just last year the boys team you managed had won its tournament! Although all you did was sit on the side lines keeping the team positive and hydrated. So why, why would you have ever applied? Why could you not remember this decision being made, let alone sending in a letter or email? Normally, you would have declined immediately, who knows who applied for you and why? But just yesterday your guardian had gotten in your ass about needing to prepare for your future as an adult. Should you accept you could tell them it was to become an official manager of a professional team some day, they do make quite a bit of money. As well as it would show that you were responsible enough to handle yourself without the constant supervision. Taking care of teenage boys was like having a pack of talkative, loud, and angry dogs. You did once, you're sure you could do it again.

Biting the inside of your cheek, the letter explained that you would receive a explanation should you choose to come to the location at the respective time. What the worst that could happen? You don't like what you hear and walk out without a problem, other than a possible lecture on being responsible. Or you like what you hear and agree to join? Either way nothing truly unbearable happens. Folding the letter up and setting it on the side table, you had two days to decide whether you wanted to give this place a chance.

(Time skip brought to you by Noel Noas SHARP eyeliner)

Taking a deep breath as you looked to the building. It was no different than any other building,but it's what it held inside that made you all tingly inside. This could be the chance of a lifetime! Or a complete waste of your time. Walking towards the entrance you noticed two boys, one with blue hair, the other with white as they talked. One seeming much more timid at the idea of this Blue lock program. At least your not alone in that, shaking your head slightly not wanting to eavesdrop you stepped passed them and towards the entrance. Upon entering you were immediately filtered to a separate hallway, watching as others went another way. This did not help settle your confusion and you held your bag closer to you. The man who had led you down the hallway held open a door for you. Hesitantly peeking your head in, you saw a group of women. All spread throughout the room, of all shapes and heights. Different races and different moods. Some wearing sports wear, the others wearing simple sun dresses. You yourself had gone for whatever made you the most comfortable that day. As you stepped in and the man closed the door a girl with blond hair and big yellow eyes jumped in front of you

"Hi!!! My name is Suki Yamori!! Nice to meet you! What's your name!?"

The first thing you noticed about the girl, was how bubbly she was... Well that and just being loud. As the girl waited for your response you looked around the room once more, just for a quick second. Scanning, it seemed as though you must have been the last one and everybody else had either become a loner to themselves or found a group.

"I.. um.. my name Y/n, Y/n L/n."

You spoke, trying to keep your voice down as to coax her into doing the same. You saw Suki open her mouth, but as she did a woman stepped onto stage. Reddish hair pulled back into a bun. She tapped the mic, causing the rest of the room to quiet down. Suki grabbed your arm and pulled you closer towards the stage. Although the contact wasn't exactly welcomed, you made no attempt to back away and just let yourself be shoved in between the other girls.

"Ladies, My name is Anri Teieri. Welcome to Blue lock! You have been hand picked for this program based on your ability to 1, keep your team well., working as a team! 2, for your organization skills and timely functionality, and 3, because of your ability to keep your team moral rates high even in a dire situation. Only about 50 of you actually submitted but in order to have an even playing field we needed 50 more. So for the half of you that are confused, you have now received an answer."

Anri smiled at the crowd, the growing murmurs starting once more. Well, that was part of what your confusion was, and now it was answered.

"I submitted! Did you?"

Suki asked, At least in a whisper yell. She put in some sort of effort in being quiet. You just shook your head as Anri cleared her throat to get the girl's attention back.

"As my coworker in the other room searches for his perfect striker, He will also be searching for the best manager. After all, if he can have his striker in the best hands possible then it will ensure Japan's victory. This experiment will require you ladies to stay in the Blue lock facility and undergo training just as any other athlete. However not as tough. We are looking for your ability to push past and break down whatever differences your team may have with eachother, and to mold them into a well oiled machine-"

She was cut off before she could continue by a talk girl next to you. Her hair must be what caused her attitude, pulled back into a high and tight ponytail.

"What about our periods? And families? As well all I saw when I walked in was boys standing around!? Are they the team we are to deal with!?"

Anri, although surely she must be annoyed, just smiled as she answered.

"Of course anything you need will be provided to you, as for your families... Well it's a price to pay for a chance at being Japans national soccer team manager."

So, it was a direct shot to the top. Whoever got the best scores on making their team work out best was going to the big leagues.

"However should you get 'Locked off' as Ego calls it, you give up any chance at being apart of Japans national sports team in any way. If you read the letter we sent to your respective addresses, it said that it would be a boys team. Boys tend to listen more when it comes to a female in charge, once they prove their worth at least. Regardless, if your team doesn't listen, then you're going to be locked off. So make it work ladies."

As Anri finished her speech the stage behind her seemed to open... 2 large panels sliding to the side. Nobody moved, not daring to even say a word. Either from the shock of the doors or still replaying what she said. You noticed that even the bubbly and seemingly trigger happy Suki next to you was lost for words. Just staring blindly ahead. Your own head whipped around as a short girl with narrow green eyes and pink hair spoke up.

"My team is supposed to go to Nationals!! If this is about being loyal to your team that you helped make then what am I supposed to do!?"

Anri, who was already walking off stage stopped and turned back to the crowd, her smile dropped and replaced with a frown.

"That's up to you. Should you stay loyal I congratulate you, even if you miss out on this amazing opportunity, but should you choose to stay, if your team is as well put together as you Imply, they should be fine without you. No more questions."

With that she walked off stage. The girls went silent, all debating. You as well, still holding your bag closer than ever lost in your head, the only thing that brought you out was the moment next to you. Zoning back in, you watched as Suki took a couple walking steps forward, slowly all the eyes in the room falling to her. Then she broke for it, sprinting to the doors.

She was right to sprint. The chance of a lifetime was only feet ahead of you, and you were even thinking about passing it up!? No way! You quickly followed behind, arms pumping. You heard as girls ran behind you a few passing you but it didn't matter, you would crush them all anyway. You didn't have to be kind or loyal to them, just to your team of 11. That is what mattered, making those 11 work hand in hand to crush anything that came their way.

Blue Lock Master List

#bllk x reader #blue lock #female reader #bllk #bllk x female reader #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #ego jinpachi #anri teieri #Pink Lock

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maochira · 1 year ago

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ik u do dad characters but what about mom Anri 🙏🏼🙏🏼 she’s so mother i can’t

Usually I require a request to include a scenario or situation but 😔 making an exception here because I rarely get Anri requests and I do have some general headcanons for this

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!Anri's child!reader, reader is a young child, fluff, this is after Blue Lock but Anri still works for something soccer-related (as a manager I guess???), single mom!Anri

-Anri is the best mother ever. Best mom award goes to her

-she's often exhausted and tired because life as a working single mom isn't easy but even when she's frustrated, she wouldn't even think of letting that out on you

-sometimes her mood is rather irritated and you notice that, so you try to comfort her. It immediately melts her heart and makes her feel better because she thinks it's so cute how you want to comfort your mom

-because she's so exhausted, she needs naps every day but uses that as cuddle time with you. You always end up falling asleep as well because turns out, you still need daily naps as well

-she never punishes you for anything you do wrong, but you do have the face the consequences and she teaches you what else could have gone wrong and why exactly you shouldn't have done that

-most children are picky eaters, so if there's something you don't want to eat, Anri would never force you. Even when you grow up and still stay picky, she doesn't force you to eat foods you dislike, but she encourages you to try new things

-she always lets you sleep in her bed because she knows you'd end up climbing in there at some point when you wake up in the middle of the night. But she doesn't mind, she actually enjoys it because she wants to spend as much time with you as possible

-on most days, she takes you along to work because there's no one to watch you at home. You're a little too dependent on her (because she's your only parent) so you're not in daycare or anything like that. Although, Anri wants you to become more independent as you grow up, but for now it's okay

-Ego is like an uncle to you. You actually decided that on your own and nobody can change your mind so he's uncle Ego to you now. It took a while until he got used to that, though. But he loves you

#💟 maochira writes #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #anri teieri #teieri anri #anri x reader #anri x you #teieri anri x reader #teieri anri x you

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maochira · 2 years ago

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would you write about teieri anri? fluff or her being a mother figure? i rlly wanted more material about her..

Anri is my wife I love her SO MUCH but yeah uhh dating fluff headcanons!! I don't really see her as a mother figure BUT girlfriend Anri lives rent free in my head

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader x Anri, established relationship, fluff, non-sexual boobie touching

-Anri loves cuddling. So so SOO MUCH!!!

-she doesn't have any preference when it comes to a position or who's the big and who's the little spoon. All she cares about is being close to you

-she loves it when you put your face on her chest or use it as a pillow. She always gently strokes your hair when you do that. Also forehead kisses!!

-if she's the little spoon, she always grabs one of your hands and places it on her boob. You don't even need to do anything, just resting it there is enough to get her to relax quicker

-holding hands whenever in public is ABSOLUTELY necessary. Just a subtle way to show you own her heart

-Anri loves to cook for you!! She quickly learned all of your favourite meals and has the recipes in her head

-she loves it whenever you kiss and gently stroke her cheek with your hand. It gets her melting into the kiss even more!!

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #anri teieri #teieri anri #anri x reader #anri x you #anri teieri x reader #anri teieri x you #blue lock anri #bllk anri

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amphibiahawks321 · 1 year ago

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Anri : I swear I feel like you always waste my precious time!

Ego : says the one who always cuddles with Y/N every single day....

Anri : Oh please! Me and him don't cuddle everyday!

Ego : He is literally standing and cuddling behind you right now...

[M!Reader standing behind Anri hugging her from behind while rubbing his right cheek to her left cheek]

Anri : Well soooooooorry that I need my daily dose of affection!

#anri teieri #blue lock x reader #reader x blue lock #male reader #anri teieri x reader #reader x anri teieri

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velting · 25 days ago

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Blood Lock

CHAPTER 4

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⚠️WARING⚠️: THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME NOT SAFE CONENT! PLEASE READ WITH YOUR OWN CAUTION!! IF YOU DON'T ENJOY IT! THEN PLEASE SKIP IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED EVERYONE!

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The soft hum of the dormitory lights filled the silence as [Name] closed the door behind her, locking it with trembling hands. The sound of the bolt sliding into place offered little comfort. She leaned against the door, her heart still racing, her breaths uneven as the events of the evening played on an endless loop in her mind.

Her legs felt weak, but she forced herself to walk to the small desk by her bed. The dim glow of her table lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows that seemed to taunt her. She avoided looking at them, afraid her imagination might twist them into something sinister.

Standing before the mirror above the desk, [Name] hesitated. She could feel the faint sting at her neck, the wound pulsing like a dark reminder of what had happened. Slowly, reluctantly, she reached up and peeled back the high collar of her gym jacket, revealing the twin puncture wounds Raichi had left behind.

Her reflection stared back at her, pale and wide-eyed, as if she were a stranger. The sight of the wound made her stomach churn. Blood had crusted faintly around the edges, the skin irritated and bruised.

“Gross…” she whispered, her voice cracking. Her fingers brushed against the wounds lightly, and she winced, a wave of nausea washing over her.

[Name] turned away from the mirror, clutching the edge of the sink for support. “It’s just a dream,” she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned the faucet on, letting cold water run over her trembling hands.

“It’s just…a bad dream.”

She splashed the icy water onto her face, hoping the shock would wake her from the nightmare. The coolness seeped into her skin, momentarily numbing the swirling panic in her chest. But no matter how hard she scrubbed her face, the feeling of Raichi’s breath on her neck, his grip on her wrists, his fangs piercing her skin—it all refused to fade.

[Name] gripped the edge of the sink tighter, her knuckles turning white. She stared at the water swirling down the drain, trying to anchor herself.

“It didn’t happen,” she insisted, shaking her head violently. “It couldn’t have. It’s not real.”

But as her reflection caught her eye again, she knew she was lying to herself. The marks on her neck were undeniable, as was the soreness in her body. The memory of Raichi’s laugh echoed in her mind, cruel and mocking. Her fingers brushed against the faint bruise forming on her wrist where he had held her so tightly.

[Name] closed her eyes, her breathing shallow. “Why…why did this happen?” she whispered.

Forcing herself to move, she reached for the first-aid kit in her drawer. The clink of its metal latch opening was a small comfort, a reminder that she could take control, even if it was only over this small task. She pulled out gauze and antiseptic, hesitating for a moment before dabbing at the wounds.

She hissed in pain as the antiseptic stung, her body flinching reflexively. “Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

With practiced care, she wrapped the gauze around her neck, securing it with tape. She caught her reflection again, now with the bandage covering the evidence of the attack. It didn’t make her feel any better.

[Name] slumped onto her bed, her hands gripping the blanket tightly. She stared at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with deep, deliberate breaths.

“You can’t let this haunt you,” she told herself firmly, her voice steadier now. “You’re stronger than this. You’re…you’re [Name] Sanzuku.”

Her words felt hollow, but she repeated them like a mantra, hoping they would fill the void of fear inside her.

Her eyes drifted to the window, where the moon hung high in the sky, its light casting a silvery glow over her room. For a moment, she felt a strange sense of calm, as if the moon itself was watching over her.

[Name] took a deep breath, her hands finally relaxing their grip on the blanket. “I won’t let him win,” she whispered, her voice resolute.

But as she lay back on her bed, pulling the covers over her trembling body, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the night was far from over. Somewhere out there, Raichi was likely laughing to himself, and the thought made her skin crawl.

“Tomorrow,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “Tomorrow, I’ll figure out what to do.”

Her body begged for rest, but her mind refused to quiet, the haunting memories of Raichi’s glowing amber eyes lingering as sleep finally claimed her.

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After that week. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft rays onto the dorm room floor. [Name] sat on the edge of her bed, still in her pajamas, staring blankly at her bandaged neck in the small mirror on the desk. The events of that night lingered in her mind like a storm cloud. Her fingers grazed the edge of the bandage, hesitating.

She wanted to tell Ruka. She needed to tell him. The thought of his protective nature comforted her, yet it also terrified her. If Ruka found out, she knew he wouldn’t let this slide. He’d throw himself into the middle of her problems, possibly even get hurt in the process.

“No,” she whispered to herself. Her voice was soft but firm. “I can’t let him get involved. This is my mess, and I’ll deal with it.”

A sudden knock on the door startled her, pulling her out of her thoughts. She quickly tugged the collar of her shirt higher to hide the bandage.

“[Name]! You up?” Hitomi’s cheerful voice called from the other side of the door.

[Name] cleared her throat, trying to steady herself. “Yeah, come in!”

Hitomi pushed the door open, carrying her backpack and a thermos. She gave [Name] a bright smile. “Morning! You okay? You look...tired.”

[Name] forced a smile, waving her hand dismissively. “I didn’t sleep well, that’s all. Nothing a good breakfast can’t fix.”

Hitomi tilted her head, scrutinizing her. “Are you sure? You’re not coming down with something, are you?”

[Name] shook her head quickly. “Nope, I’m fine. Seriously.” She grabbed a hairbrush from the desk and began combing her hair, hoping to divert Hitomi’s attention. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

Hitomi sat on the bed, setting her thermos down. “Well, I was thinking we could grab some coffee before class. Maybe hit the library afterward? I have a group project to work on, but I’ve got time before that.”

[Name] nodded, grateful for the mundane conversation. It was a welcome distraction. “Sounds good. I could use some caffeine to wake me up.”

Hitomi’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, as if she could sense something was off. “[Name], if there’s something bothering you, you know you can talk to me, right?”

[Name] froze for a split second before giving her a reassuring smile. “I know, Hitomi. Thanks. But really, I’m okay.”

Hitomi nodded, though she didn’t seem entirely convinced. “Alright, but don’t overwork yourself, okay? You’ve got a lot on your plate already.”

[Name] hummed in agreement as she stood up and began gathering her things. She kept her movements deliberate, masking the tremor in her hands. She knew she couldn’t let this affect her day—or anyone around her.

As they left the dorm, the crisp morning air greeted them. Hitomi chatted about her project, her words flowing easily, filling the silence [Name] desperately needed to distract herself.

But her mind kept drifting back to Raichi, his sneering face, his mocking laugh. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

I have to be strong, she thought. I can’t let this control me. And I definitely can’t let anyone else get involved.

Hitomi glanced at her, noticing her silence. “You’re awfully quiet today.”

[Name] blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. “Sorry, just thinking about today’s classes. AP Government’s going to be a killer, isn’t it?”

Hitomi groaned dramatically. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I still haven’t finished the reading.”

[Name] chuckled softly, the sound feeling foreign even to her. She appreciated Hitomi’s ability to make things feel normal, even if only for a moment.

As they reached the campus café, [Name]’s resolve solidified. She would handle this. She wouldn’t drag Ruka—or anyone else—into her problems. Whatever came next, she would be ready.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

The café buzzed with quiet conversations and the occasional clinking of cups against saucers. [Name] and Hitomi sat by a window, the warm sunlight streaming in as they enjoyed their morning coffee. The comforting aroma of roasted beans mingled with the faint hum of the espresso machine, creating a cozy atmosphere that momentarily eased [Name]’s restless mind.

“I can’t believe it’s going to be midterm season in a couple of months,” Hitomi said, stirring her latte absently. “Feels like we just started the semester.”

[Name] sipped her cappuccino, savoring the warmth that spread through her chest. “Tell me about it. The professors are relentless. At this rate, I might as well live in the library.”

Hitomi chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’re already ahead of most people. You’ll survive.”

Their casual conversation was interrupted by the sound of a confident voice cutting through the ambient noise. “Well, well, if it isn’t the lovely [Name] and her equally lovely friend.”

Both girls looked up to see a tall figure standing beside their table. Aiku Oliver, with his shaggy dark purple hair and lime green tips, gave them a charming smile. His heterochromatic eyes—one green, one purple—glimmered mischievously as he leaned slightly closer.

“Morning, ladies. Mind if I join you?”

Hitomi’s polite smile was as thin as a sheet of paper. “We’re just finishing up, actually.”

[Name], on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, amused by his forwardness. “Aren’t you bold this early in the day?”

Aiku placed a hand over his heart, feigning mock offense. “Bold? I prefer ‘confident.’ A man has to seize opportunities when they arise.”

[Name] couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. “Is that so? And what opportunity are you seizing right now?”

“Why, the opportunity to talk to the most enchanting woman in the café, of course,” Aiku said smoothly, his eyes locking onto hers with a practiced intensity.

Hitomi rolled her eyes and took another sip of her coffee, muttering under her breath, “Here we go…”

[Name] tilted her head, pretending to consider his words. “Enchanting, huh? You must use that line often.”

“Only when it’s true,” he replied, his grin widening. “And trust me, [Name], with you, it’s undeniably true.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re quite the charmer, Oliver.”

“Guilty as charged,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. Then, with a more serious expression, he added, “But I’m also a man of action, which brings me to this…”

Before he could continue, a loud voice cut through the café. “Aiku! Oi! You’re going to make us late for practice!”

The interruption came from Nio Kazuma, who stood at the entrance with an exasperated look on his face. He crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.

Aiku sighed dramatically, turning back to [Name]. “Duty calls, but I refuse to leave empty-handed.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small card with his number scribbled on it. He handed it to her with a wink, then made a ‘call me’ gesture with his hand.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” he said playfully before heading toward the door.

[Name] watched him go, her lips curling into an amused smile. “Well, that was...something.”

Hitomi groaned, setting her cup down with a slight thud. “[Name], please tell me you’re not actually charmed by that guy.”

[Name] shrugged, tucking the card into her pocket. “What can I say? He’s entertaining.”

Hitomi gave her a deadpan look. “Entertaining? Sure. But don’t forget, Aiku Oliver has a history of cheating. He’s a walking red flag.”

[Name] waved her hand dismissively. “Relax, Hitomi. It’s just a number. I’m not planning to marry the guy.”

“Good,” Hitomi said firmly. “Because the last thing you need is someone like him messing with your life.”

[Name] nodded, though she couldn’t deny the small spark of curiosity she felt. Aiku was certainly bold, but she wasn’t naive. She’d tread carefully.

As they finished their coffee and gathered their things, [Name] couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she was stepping into deeper waters, ones she might not fully understand. But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the day ahead.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The days had settled into a steady rhythm, and [Name] found herself navigating the complexities of her college schedule with relative ease—at least for the most part. Mathematics breezed by that morning, thanks to the familiar comfort of chatting with Kira and Gagamaru. Kira’s calm demeanor was always a source of encouragement, and Gagamaru’s quirky, almost otherworldly fascination with problem-solving never failed to amuse her.

Economical Biology offered a refreshing break. Aryu was as lively and flamboyant as ever, his discussions about eco-conscious fashion and lifestyle tips filling the room with laughter. Between his spirited anecdotes, [Name] found herself helping Yoichi with his notes. His focus and quiet determination reminded her of why she admired him as a peer.

Psychology passed in a blur of worksheets and sneaky exchanges. Itsuki, who sat beside her, subtly nudged his paper toward her direction, signaling for help. She obliged, jotting down a few pointers while Mr. Luna droned on, oblivious. Meanwhile, she had to fend off Ryusei’s endless flirtatious remarks, rolling her eyes each time he leaned in with some over-the-top compliment.

“Can’t you go five minutes without flirting?” she whispered at one point, shooting him a glare.

“Not when you’re this cute, doll,” he replied, smirking.

Her irritation was palpable, but it was offset by her curiosity about another student—an unassuming boy in her psychology class who reminded her of Harry Potter with his round glasses and slightly messy hair. She’d wanted to approach him during the break but had missed her chance, leaving her feeling slightly disappointed.

When the time came for History, her most challenging subject, [Name] felt her usual apprehension creep in. As she entered the classroom, Akira and Reiji greeted her warmly, their lighthearted banter easing her nerves.

“Hey, [Name]!” Akira called, offering her a cheerful wave. “Ready for another round of historical trivia torture?”

Reiji chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ve got extra notes if you need them.”

“Thanks, guys,” [Name] said, smiling at their support.

The lecture began, and the classroom fell into an uneasy quiet as Mr. Prince launched into a detailed discussion about ancient political systems. His voice was steady and authoritative, commanding attention. Yet, as [Name] stared at the whiteboard, her thoughts began to drift.

Raichi’s piercing amber eyes, the suffocating grip of his hands, and the sharp pain of his bite replayed in her mind like a haunting film reel. She clenched her fists beneath her desk, trying to banish the memory, but the sensation of his breath against her neck lingered, making her shiver.

She didn’t notice the classroom around her fading into white noise. Nor did she hear Akira softly calling her name.

“[Name]?”

Nothing.

“[Name]!” Akira repeated, louder this time, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

Startled, she blinked and looked up, realizing with horror that all eyes were on her.

“What?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Akira nodded toward the front of the room, where Mr. Prince stood with his arms crossed, his expression a mix of impatience and disappointment.

“Miss Sanzuku,” Mr. Prince said sternly, “since you seem to find daydreaming more engaging than this lecture, perhaps you can answer the question I just asked.”

Her heart sank. She hadn’t even heard the question. Face flushing, she stammered, “I... I’m sorry, sir. Could you repeat it?”

The class chuckled softly, and [Name] wanted to sink into her seat and disappear.

Mr. Prince let out a sigh, his gaze piercing. “See me after class, Miss Sanzuku. Perhaps we can work on your focus then.”

The humiliation hit her like a wave. She lowered her head, muttering another apology as the lecture resumed. Akira shot her a sympathetic glance, but even his quiet reassurance wasn’t enough to dispel the embarrassment twisting in her chest.

When the lecture finally ended, [Name] stayed glued to her seat as the other students filed out. Akira gave her a thumbs-up on his way out, mouthing, "Good luck."

She managed a weak smile in return before Mr. Prince approached her desk.

“Miss Sanzuku,” he began, his tone less harsh now but still firm, “I understand that history might not be your favorite subject, but zoning out during a lecture doesn’t help anyone, least of all you.”

“I know,” she said quietly, staring down at her hands. “I’m sorry. I’ve just... had a lot on my mind lately.”

His expression softened slightly. “College can be overwhelming, but you need to find a way to manage your distractions. If you’re struggling with the material, I’m more than willing to help. But I need you to meet me halfway.”

She nodded, feeling a mixture of guilt and gratitude. “I’ll do better, sir. I promise.”

“Good,” he said, his tone final. “You’re capable of much more, Miss Sanzuku. Don’t let your potential go to waste.”

As she left the classroom, her cheeks still warm with embarrassment, she resolved to try harder—but she couldn’t ignore the weight of the memories still clinging to her like a shadow. It was going to be a long road to finding peace.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The chime of the lunch bell echoed through the hallways, signaling a break for most students, but [Name] felt no relief. As others flooded the cafeteria in groups, their chatter filling the air with a buzz of life, she lingered near the entrance, her appetite nonexistent. The weight of recent events pressed down on her chest like a stone, robbing her of any desire to eat.

Clutching her bag tighter against her side, she made a quiet decision: she needed to escape.

Stepping outside, she was greeted by the cool midday breeze, carrying with it the faint scent of roses. The sun hung high in the sky, its golden rays casting a soft glow over the sprawling campus. [Name]’s feet carried her almost on instinct toward the rose garden, one of the most serene and secluded spots on campus.

The garden was as breathtaking as ever. Rows upon rows of vibrant roses in every shade imaginable stretched out before her, their delicate petals swaying gently in the wind. At the center of the garden stood a grand, stone water fountain, its base entwined with vines of red and white roses. Water cascaded from its tiers, the sound a soothing melody that mingled with the rustling leaves.

[Name] approached the wooden bench beside the fountain, its surface polished smooth by time and weather. She eased herself onto it, setting her bag down and folding her hands in her lap. The wind tugged at her hair, making it dance around her face in soft waves, the hair ties at the ends of her hair fluttering like banners. For a brief moment, she looked ethereal—an image of calm against the backdrop of nature’s quiet beauty.

She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep, steadying breath. The scent of roses filled her lungs, mingling with the crispness of the autumn air.

Just breathe, she told herself.

The garden was silent, save for the gentle gurgle of the fountain and the occasional chirp of a bird in the distance. The peacefulness of the scene stood in stark contrast to the turmoil in her heart. Yet, for the first time in days, she felt a sliver of solace.

She leaned back slightly, tilting her head to feel the sunlight on her face. Her mind, however, refused to stay quiet. The memory of Raichi’s razor-sharp teeth, the suffocating grip of his hands, and the cold, piercing pain of his bite clawed at the edges of her thoughts. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

“Why can’t I just forget?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audibles over the fountain’s song.

The words hung in the air, carried away by the wind as if the garden itself were trying to console her. She sighed, opening her eyes and staring at the fountain’s cascading water. Its rhythmic flow was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic.

This place feels so far removed from everything. Like another world entirely.

She reached up and touched the bandage on her neck, hidden beneath the high collar of her shirt. The small action made her wince as a dull ache radiated from the wound. She pulled her hand away quickly, as if the contact had burned her.

“I won’t let it define me,” she murmured, her voice firmer this time.

[Name] tried to focus on the beauty around her, letting the vibrant colors and fresh scents of the roses fill her senses. The wind carried a faint, sweet melody as it rustled the petals and leaves, almost like a gentle lullaby. For a moment, she allowed herself to believe that she could leave her fears behind—that she could bury them here in this garden and move forward.

But deep down, she knew the road ahead would not be so easy.

She closed her eyes again, drawing in another deep breath and exhaling slowly. The breeze tugged at her once more, and this time she smiled faintly, imagining it was the garden’s way of reassuring her.

“Just for now,” she said softly, almost as if speaking to the roses themselves, “I’ll pretend everything’s okay.”

And for a little while, she sat there, letting the tranquility of the garden envelop her like a warm embrace. It wasn’t a solution, but it was a start. Sometimes, that was enough.

The soft tranquility of the rose garden wrapped around [Name] like a comforting blanket. The rustling of leaves and the delicate gurgle of the fountain seemed to hum a song meant only for her ears. Her head leaned back slightly, her eyes closed as she inhaled the sweet scent of roses, the moment a rare escape from the whirlwind of her thoughts.

Then, a sudden voice pierced the serenity.

“Pardon me, I hope I didn’t startle you.”

[Name]’s eyes flew open as she jerked forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned sharply toward the sound, her breath catching in her throat. Standing a few feet away, at the edge of the rose bushes, was a figure she didn’t recognize.

“I apologize,” the boy said quickly, his tone warm and soothing, as though he were calming a frightened animal. “I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just... a rare sight, seeing someone here alone.”

[Name] studied him warily, her shoulders tense. The boy was tall, with dark skin that seemed to catch the sunlight in a warm glow. His eyes, a deep brown, were kind but sharp, watching her with a curiosity that was disarming rather than intrusive. His short black hair, cropped in a clean buzz cut, added to his composed appearance.

“I... it’s alright,” [Name] stammered, though her voice betrayed her nerves. She pressed her hands against her lap to steady them, reminding herself to breathe.

The boy smiled gently and took a small step closer, his movements slow and measured. “I won’t come any closer if it makes you uncomfortable,” he said, his tone calm. “But you seemed... lost in thought. Sometimes it helps to talk.”

[Name] hesitated. There was no malice in his demeanor, but her paranoia gnawed at the edges of her mind. She had been so careful, so guarded since that night. Could she trust anyone?

“I... I’m fine, really,” she murmured, her eyes darting to the fountain as if seeking refuge in its constant flow.

The boy tilted his head slightly, studying her as if trying to gauge her true feelings. Then, with a polite nod, he moved to the other side of the bench and sat down, keeping a respectful distance.

“I should introduce myself. My name is Julian Loki,” he said, his French accent adding an elegant rhythm to his words. His posture was relaxed, yet there was an air of confidence about him, a quiet assurance that made his presence both intriguing and calming.

[Name] glanced at him, her nerves still taut but beginning to loosen. “[Name],” she replied softly, her voice barely audible.

Julian’s gaze didn’t waver as he smiled again. “A pleasure, [Name]. I couldn’t help but notice you seemed... troubled. If you don’t mind me saying so.”

Her hands gripped the edge of the bench. She wanted to deny it, to brush it off and assure him that everything was fine. But his patience, his calm demeanor, made her falter. She glanced at him again, this time meeting his eyes, and saw no judgment there—only quiet understanding.

“It’s... been a tough few days,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. She looked away, ashamed of the vulnerability that slipped through her words. “Something happened, something bad. I don’t want to drag anyone into it, but... I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Julian nodded, his expression thoughtful. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke. “Life has a way of throwing storms at us when we least expect them,” he said, his voice low and steady. “It’s not always fair, and it’s not always easy. But those storms don’t last forever.”

[Name] listened, her gaze fixed on the fountain. His words were simple, but there was a weight to them, as though he spoke from experience.

“Sometimes,” Julian continued, “it feels like the darkness will swallow us whole. But in those moments, we have to remember: the light is still there, even if we can’t see it. And when we come out of the storm, we’re stronger for it.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide. “How do you... stay so calm? So... certain?”

Julian smiled, a faint hint of melancholy touching his features. “Because I’ve faced my share of storms too,” he said simply. “And I’ve learned that strength doesn’t mean ignoring the pain. It means enduring it, accepting it, and moving forward anyway.”

As he spoke, his hand reached out to the nearest rose bush, his fingers brushing delicately against a bloom. He plucked a single white rose, holding it up to admire its pristine beauty.

“This rose,” he said, his voice soft, “grew despite the thorns that surrounded it. Despite the harshness of the world, it blossomed into something beautiful.” He turned to her, his gaze warm and steady. “And so will you.”

[Name] felt her chest tighten, not with fear or sadness, but with a warmth she hadn’t felt in days. She managed a small smile, her voice quiet as she said, “Thank you.”

Julian’s smile widened, and he leaned closer, lifting the rose toward her. His fingers gently tilted her chin, his touch light and respectful. “The beauty in life,” he said softly, “is what’s right in front of us. We just have to see it.”

With that, he tucked the white rose behind her ear, stepping back slightly to admire his handiwork. The stark white of the rose against her dark hair gave her an almost otherworldly appearance, her features framed with an ethereal glow.

For a moment, Julian seemed captivated, his brown eyes lingering on her. “You’re stronger than you realize, [Name],” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

[Name] felt her cheeks flush, her heart fluttering at his words. “I... I don’t know what to say,” she admitted, her voice shy.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Julian replied, his smile soft. “Just keep going. One step at a time.”

And as they sat there in the rose garden, the fountain singing its gentle song and the wind carrying the scent of roses, [Name] felt a small but steady spark of hope rekindle within her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The warm glow of sunlight streamed through the glass-paneled windows of the business building, illuminating the bustling corridor as students shuffled to their next classes. [Name] walked among them, her steps lighter than they had been in days. For the first time since the dreadful night in the gym, she felt a sense of peace. Julian’s words lingered in her mind like a protective shield, warding off the darker memories that had haunted her.

When she entered the lecture hall, the murmuring of her classmates filled the air. Her shoulders were straight, her chin held high, and a small but genuine smile graced her lips. As she slid into her usual seat, her friends immediately noticed the change in her demeanor.

Hitomi, seated beside her, gave her a once-over, her sharp eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You look... different,” she remarked, folding her arms over her notebook. “What’s going on with you?”

“Different?” [Name] tilted her head, feigning innocence as she unpacked her supplies. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” Hitomi replied, her tone dry. “You’ve been walking around like the weight of the world’s been crushing you for days, and now you’re suddenly all sunshine and rainbows?”

“Hitomi,” Ranze chimed in from the next row, leaning back to join the conversation. His usual playful grin was present as he wagged a finger. “Don’t be so harsh. Maybe she’s just having a good day for once,once.”

“Exactly!” [Name] nodded in agreement, laughing softly. “Can’t a girl have a good day?”

“Of course you can!” Yo said, his soft voice laced with encouragement. “It’s nice to see you looking more like yourself, [Name]-chan. Whatever changed, it seems like it’s helped a lot.”

Ranze gave her a thumbs-up, his teal eyes sparkling with approval. “Yeah, you’re glowing, [Name]. Whatever’s got you in this mood, keep it up. It suits you, you.”

[Name] flushed slightly at their compliments, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you. I guess I just... needed some time to clear my head. I had a moment of clarity, that’s all.”

Hitomi leaned her elbow on the desk, resting her chin in her palm as she continued to scrutinize her friend. “A moment of clarity, huh?” she said, raising a skeptical brow. “And this wouldn’t have anything to do with why you skipped lunch earlier, would it?”

[Name] froze for a fraction of a second before shaking her head with a casual smile. “Nope, nothing like that. I just needed some fresh air, that’s all.”

Hitomi wasn’t convinced, but before she could press further, the professor entered the room, calling for everyone’s attention. The students quickly settled into their seats, the chatter dying down as the lecture began.

[Name] let out a small breath of relief, grateful for the distraction. She could feel Hitomi’s gaze lingering on her, but she kept her focus firmly on the professor, jotting down notes with renewed energy.

Throughout the lecture, Ranze occasionally leaned over to whisper playful comments, drawing quiet laughter from both [Name] and Yo. Hitomi remained more reserved, though she occasionally glanced at [Name] with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

When class ended and the students began to pack up their things, Yo turned to [Name] with a kind smile. “Hey, if you ever need to talk, you know we’re here for you, right?”

[Name]’s heart warmed at his words, and she nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Yo-kun. That means a lot.”

Ranze slung his bag over his shoulder, his grin widening. “Same goes for me. If anyone’s giving you a hard time, just say the word, and I’ll handle it.”

“Thanks, Kurona,” she replied with a laugh. “But I’m fine. Really.”

As they exited the lecture hall, Hitomi walked beside her, her expression still thoughtful. “Just remember,” she said quietly, “if you’re hiding something, it’s only going to get harder to keep it bottled up.”

[Name] glanced at her, momentarily caught off guard by her perceptiveness. But she forced a smile, her voice steady as she said, “I’ll keep that in mind, Hitomi. But honestly, I’m okay.”

Hitomi didn’t look entirely convinced, but she nodded nonetheless. “Alright. Just don’t forget we’re here for you.”

[Name]’s steps felt lighter as they headed to their next destination. Though she knew she couldn’t share the truth of what had happened, the support of her friends—and the lingering encouragement from Julian—gave her the strength to face the day ahead. For now, that was enough.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a soft golden glow over the campus as [Name] made her way toward the garden. Her feet crunched against the gravel path, but her mind was elsewhere, the fresh memory of Julian’s kindness still swirling in her thoughts. She had told the others she was going to the restroom, but in truth, she just needed some air—some solitude.

As she rounded a corner, she abruptly collided with someone, the impact nearly knocking her backward. A startled gasp escaped her lips, and she looked up to see Haru Hayate towering over her, his face emotionless but with a hint of amusement.

“Oh, sorry about that!” she blurted, stepping back and bowing slightly. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Haru smiled, brushing off her apology with a casual wave of his hand. “No big deal, really. Happens to the best of us.”

Behind him stood a small group of guys lounging on the benches and leaning against the surrounding railings, their casual camaraderie evident in the way they joked and nudged each other. Recognizing a few faces, [Name] suddenly felt the weight of their attention shift to her.

“Yo, isn’t that [Name] Sanzuku?” Nio Kazuma called out, his voice carrying a playful edge as he grinned.

“Yeah, it is,” Aiku Oliver chimed in, his signature smirk already in place. “Miss Cutie herself.” He then gestured to the white flower still tucked neatly behind her ear.

Her cheeks flushed lightly at the nickname as she gave a shy wave. “Um, hi... I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Interrupt?” Haru was a little shocked, stepping aside to gesture to the group. “Not at all! In fact, this is perfect timing. You can meet the rest of us.”

[Name] blinked as he introduced her to the U20, a group she vaguely recognized from scattered encounters around campus but hadn’t fully connected the dots on until now.

The first to step forward was a young man with sharp, spiky white hair that jutted upwards like lightning bolts. His small brown eyes sparkled with energy as he gave her a wide, toothy grin.

“Teppei Neru, at your service!” he said cheerfully, giving her a dramatic bow before straightening with an exaggerated flourish. “You’re the talk of the campus lately, y’know. Everyone’s saying there’s this basketball player who’s making waves.”

[Name] felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that...”

“Nonsense!” Neru replied with a wink. “Keep it up, and you might just give us soccer players a run for our money.”

His upbeat energy was infectious, and despite herself, [Name] found her lips curling into a smile. “Thank you, Teppei. That’s really kind of you.”

“Let me guess, he’s already trying to recruit you for his fan club,” another voice interjected, light and teasing.

[Name] turned to see a boy with soft, salmon-pink hair streaked with black and white highlights. His blue doe-like eyes twinkled with mischief as he stepped forward, giving her a friendly wave.

“Kitsunezato Teru,” he said, his tone warm and inviting. “And I have to say, that rose suits you perfectly.”

[Name] blinked in surprise before instinctively touching the flower behind her ear. “Oh, thank you... I—”

“I’m serious,” Teru continued, tilting his head as if to admire her from a different angle. “It’s rare to see someone pull off something so effortlessly elegant.”

Her cheeks deepened in color, and she ducked her head slightly. “You’re really sweet... Thank you, Teru.”

“And this one doesn’t need an introduction,” Haru chimed in, nodding toward a darker-skinned boy leaning casually against the fountain’s edge.

[Name] looked at him for a moment, not knowing who this person is before, her eyes widened slightly as she recognized Miroku Darai, his buzz-cut hair gleaming under the sunlight and intricate henna tattoos snaking along his arms.

“We have Econ Bio together,” he reminded her, his tone calm and steady as his black eyes met hers. “You sit near Isagi, right?”

She flushed with embarrassment, realizing he had noticed her before she had ever noticed him. “Oh! I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize... That’s terrible of me.”

“It’s fine,” Darai replied with a shrug. “I’m not exactly the type to make a scene. But now you know.”

She gave him a sheepish smile. “I’ll make sure to say hi from now on.”

He nodded once, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Fair enough.”

The introductions didn’t end there, with the familiar faces of Sendo, Kento, and Aiku chiming in to tease or welcome her further.

“So, [Name],” Nio said, leaning forward with an exaggerated grin. “What’s it like hanging out with us soccer royalty?”

“Don’t inflate your ego too much,” Haru teased, nudging him playfully.

“It’s nice,” [Name] said with a small laugh. “You’re all... very lively.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Aiku quipped, his smirk as sharp as ever.

As they continued to chat, [Name] found herself relaxing in their presence, the warmth of their camaraderie melting some of her initial nervousness. Each of them had such distinct personalities, yet they all shared an easygoing energy that was hard to resist.

For the first time in days, she felt... normal. The heaviness of recent events seemed to lift, even if only temporarily.

“Well, [Name],” Sendo said, breaking through her thoughts. “You’re welcome to hang out with us anytime. Just don’t let Aiku sweet-talk you too much.”

Aiku raised a brow, feigning innocence. “Me? Sweet-talk? Never.”

[Name] laughed softly, shaking her head. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As the group dispersed and headed back to their respective activities, [Name] lingered for a moment, her heart lighter than it had been in days. Though she had merely bumped into them by chance, their cheerful energy had been exactly what she needed.

“Maybe today won’t be so bad after all,” she murmured, glancing up at the clear blue sky before heading back inside.

The sun was beginning to dip lower into the sky, casting warm amber tones across the campus as the group’s laughter echoed near the rose garden. [Name], finding herself more comfortable with the U20 members than she expected, decided to bring up a familiar topic.

“You know,” she began, her voice light and casual as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “you guys remind me a little of my cousin, Ruka. He’s always been kind of protective and outgoing, too. I think you’d get along with him.”

The moment the name left her lips, an icy tension fell over the group like a sudden winter breeze. The easy smiles and playful banter vanished, replaced by a collective grimace that darkened each of their expressions.

“Ruka Sanzuku?” Aiku repeated, his smirk twisting into a bitter sneer.

[Name] blinked, taken aback. “Yes… Do you know him?”

“Know him?” Sendo muttered, crossing his arms and leaning back with a sharp exhale. “We know him alright. And believe me, he’s not someone we’d ever want to deal with again.”

“What?” [Name] asked, confused, painting her features. “Why would you say that?”

“I can’t believe he’s your cousin,” Nio said with a scoff, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ruka Sanzuku is... well, let’s just say he’s not exactly a fan favorite around here.”

“What do you mean?” [Name]’s voice was tight now, her hands curling into her lap.

Teppei was the first to speak, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced with a somber expression. “Back in his first year, Ruka used to pick on me and Itsuki a lot. We were both new to the team and still finding our footing, but he made sure we knew we were at the bottom of the ladder.”

“He’d make snide remarks every time we made a mistake,” Itsuki added quietly, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. “It wasn’t just the teasing—it was the way he made it seem like we didn’t belong. Like we weren’t worth being here.”

Kento leaned back against the fountain, shaking his head. “And it wasn’t just them. He talked behind everyone’s back. If you weren’t perfect in his eyes, he’d find a way to tear you down, even if it was just with words. The guy was a master manipulator.”

“He’d act all high and mighty in public,” Darai chimed in, his voice tinged with anger. “But behind the scenes? Total douchebag. He was always trying to one-up everyone, like he needed to prove he was better than the rest of us.”

[Name]’s heart sank with every word. This wasn’t the Ruka she knew—the protective cousin who had always looked out for her, who offered her advice and comfort when she needed it most. Hearing this side of him was like hearing about a stranger.

“Are you sure we’re talking about the same person?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Oh, we’re sure,” Teru said softly, his usual friendly tone edged with disappointment. “He made it his mission to make some of us miserable. It’s hard to forget that kind of behavior.”

“And the worst part?” Darai’s deep voice cut through the growing tension like a blade. “He never apologized. He just left. Like we weren’t even worth that.”

Her lips parted to respond, but no words came out. The knot in her stomach tightened as the reality of their words settled over her. Could Ruka really have been this cruel? And if so, why had he never shown that side of himself to her?

The U20 members, distracted by their own frustrations, didn’t notice the growing discomfort on her face.

“Honestly, I’m just glad he’s gone,” Haru said, his tone lighter now as if the confession had lifted a weight off his chest. “We don’t have to deal with his ego anymore.”

“Yeah,” Nio agreed. “It’s like the air is fresher without him around.”

[Name] couldn’t listen anymore. As they continued their discussion, their words blurring into background noise, she quietly excused herself, slipping away before they could notice.

Her footsteps were hurried as she made her way down the path, her head bowed and her heart heavy. The sun was lower now, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch out endlessly before her.

How could this be true? How could the Ruka she admired—the Ruka who had always treated her like a precious sibling—be the same person they described?

She stopped near the edge of the garden, gripping the edge of a nearby bench for support. The weight of their words pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Why?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. “Why would he act that way? And why didn’t he tell me?”

Her mind raced with questions, but there were no answers to be found. All she knew was that she couldn’t face the U20 members again—not right now. Not when the image of her beloved cousin had been shattered so thoroughly.

Forcing herself to take a deep breath, [Name] straightened up and wiped at her eyes. She needed to think. To process. And most of all, she needed to find out the truth.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The sun poured through the large windows of the campus gym, illuminating the polished wooden floor. The sound of sneakers squeaking, instructors barking orders, and classmates encouraging each other filled the spacious room. [Name] knelt on her mat, her hands pressed to the floor as she worked through a series of push-ups.

Her arms trembled slightly, her breaths uneven. The ache in her muscles wasn’t the usual satisfying burn from a workout—it felt deeper, like exhaustion sinking into her bones. She hadn’t eaten lunch, and now, it was catching up to her.

“Are you okay, [Name]?” Meguru’s cheerful voice broke through the haze as he leaned down next to her, his ever-present grin slightly subdued by concern.

“Yeah, you don’t look so great,” Nijiro added, his brow furrowed as he paused mid-stretch.

[Name] forced a weak smile, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. “I’m fine, really,” she said, though her voice was softer than usual.

Meguru crouched closer, tilting his head like a curious puppy. “You sure? You’re sweating buckets, and not in the ‘I just crushed a workout’ way.”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, more firmly this time, even as a wave of dizziness threatened to topple her.

The class moved into stretches. [Name] sat cross-legged on her mat, reaching forward to touch her toes. The motion made her head spin, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will the nausea away.

“You’re looking a little green,” Nijiro said, kneeling beside her with genuine concern.

“I just need a moment,” [Name] muttered, her voice tight.

But it wasn’t long before her body betrayed her. As the class transitioned into standing stretches, [Name] swayed on her feet, clutching her stomach. Her vision blurred, and her knees buckled slightly.

“Whoa, hey!” Meguru was the first to dart to her side, grabbing her arm to steady her.

The commotion caught the attention of Noa, the gym instructor. His sharp eyes locked onto the situation instantly. “[Name],” he called out, striding over with authority. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“I’m fine,” she tried to insist, her voice weak.

Noa crossed his arms, his expression unyielding. “That’s not what it looks like. You’re pale, and you can barely stand. Barou!”

At the sound of his name, Barou Shouei looked up from his spot across the gym. His imposing figure towered over the others, and his sharp red eyes glinted with a mix of annoyance and obligation.

“Take her to the infirmary,” Noa instructed without hesitation.

Barou sighed heavily, clearly unamused by being pulled away from his workout, but he didn’t argue. “Fine,” he said shortly, making his way over to [Name].

“Wait, I can walk,” [Name] protested weakly as Barou crouched slightly in front of her.

“Yeah, right,” Barou replied, his tone as blunt as ever. Without waiting for further argument, he slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her effortlessly into a bridal carry.

[Name] gasped, her face flushing crimson. “Barou! I-I said I can walk!”

Barou’s crimson eyes flicked down to her, his expression deadpan. “And fall flat on your face? Sure, sounds like a great plan.”

“Seriously, I’m fine—”

“Stop talking,” he interrupted, adjusting his grip on her slightly. “You’re light as a feather. Just let me get this over with.”

[Name]’s protests faltered. Something about his calm, no-nonsense demeanor made it hard to argue, even though she felt utterly humiliated.

As Barou carried her through the hallways, the chatter of passing students followed them.

“Isn’t that Barou? Who’s the girl?”

“She looks sick. Poor thing.”

“Man, he doesn’t look happy about it, though.”

[Name] kept her head down, her cheeks burning. “You really didn’t have to carry me like this,” she muttered.

“Would you rather I dragged you?” Barou retorted, his tone sharp but not unkind. “Quit complaining. You’re the one who pushed yourself too far.”

She bit her lip, guilt washing over her. “I just… didn’t want to seem weak,” she admitted quietly.

Barou glanced down at her, his expression softening slightly. “There’s a difference between being weak and being reckless. If you’re not taking care of yourself, you’re just making things harder for everyone else.”

His words stung, but they were undeniably true.

When they reached the infirmary, Barou pushed the door open with his shoulder, startling the school nurse, who looked up from his desk.

“What happened?” the nurse asked, standing quickly.

“She’s overworked and hasn’t eaten,” Barou said bluntly, setting [Name] down gently on one of the cots.

[Name] avoided his gaze, her face still flushed with embarrassment.

The nurse sighed, already reaching for his clipboard. “This happens more often than you’d think. I’ll take it from here, Mr. Barou. Thank you for bringing her.”

Barou gave a curt nod but didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he looked down at [Name] one last time. “Eat something next time. Don’t make this a habit,” he said firmly, his tone carrying a hint of concern beneath the gruffness.

Before she could respond, he turned and strode out of the infirmary, leaving her both mortified and oddly touched by his unexpected care.

As the nurse began to get up from his seat, [Name] couldn’t help but reflect on Barou’s words. Maybe he wasn’t as intimidating as he seemed.

The infirmary was softly lit, its clean, white walls adorned with motivational posters and a clock that ticked steadily, filling the otherwise quiet room. [Name] sat on the cot, her back against the wall, fiddling with the hem of her gym shirt. The events of the day had left her drained, both physically and emotionally. The door clicked shut behind Barou, his departure leaving an odd stillness in the room.

“Alright, now let’s see what we’re working with here,” a cheerful yet faintly exasperated voice broke the silence. A man strolled in from the adjoining office, clipboard in hand. He wore a pristine white lab coat, but his appearance was far from typical. His hair was a soft pastel rainbow, cascading in messy tufts that caught the fluorescent light, and his golden eyes were framed by unnaturally long lashes. Freckles dusted his sharp cheekbones and nose, giving him an almost whimsical look.

“Pablo Cavasoz,” he introduced himself briskly, his voice carrying a sing-song lilt, as if he wasn’t entirely bothered by whatever emergency had brought her here. “Dr. Cavasoz to you. And you must be today’s victim of the ‘I didn’t take care of myself’ epidemic.”

[Name] blinked, caught off guard by his sudden energy. “I—I’m not a victim. Just… a little tired.”

“A little tired, huh?” Pablo raised an arched brow, placing his clipboard on a nearby table. “Sweetheart, you’re about two steps away from passing out completely. Now, let me take a closer look before you argue yourself right back into this cot tomorrow.”

His bluntness was startling, but there was something disarming about his vibrant presence. She allowed him to check her pulse and temperature without protest, her gaze flicking to the way his pastel hair swayed as he worked.

“You’ve definitely overexerted yourself,” he said, tapping his pen against the clipboard rhythmically. “Nausea, lightheadedness, fatigue... the holy trinity of poor self-care. And I’m guessing you skipped lunch?”

[Name] hesitated before nodding. “I wasn’t hungry earlier.”

Pablo let out an exaggerated sigh, placing a hand over his chest as if she’d wounded him personally. “Skipping meals? Inexcusable. Food is sacred, darling. It’s literally fuel for this glorious machine called your body.” He gestured to himself dramatically, then leaned down to meet her eyes. “You wouldn’t let your car run on an empty tank, would you?”

“No,” [Name] admitted sheepishly.

“Exactly.” He straightened up, striding to a cabinet filled with supplies. As he rummaged through its contents, he continued speaking, half to himself and half to her. “Kids these days... always trying to push themselves to the brink. I’m surrounded by athletes and geniuses who think they’re invincible. But even gods need to eat, yes?”

She bit back a laugh, his theatricality easing the awkwardness. “I guess.”

From the cabinet, Pablo pulled out a small packet of medicine, a bottle of water, and a brightly colored snack bar with cartoon characters on the wrapper. He walked back to her, placing the items on the small tray next to her cot with a flourish. “Alright, here’s the deal: take this medicine to settle your stomach, drink this entire bottle of water—hydration is key, darling—and eat this snack. It’s adorable, and adorable things heal the soul.”

[Name] glanced at the snack bar. “Did you... pick this because of how it looks?”

“Of course!” Pablo declared proudly, placing a hand on his hip. “As the cutest 23-year-old in this building, I have a duty to spread aesthetic joy wherever I go. And let me tell you, Harajuku has spoiled me for anything less than perfection.”

She couldn’t help but smile, his energy infectious. “Thank you, Dr. Cavasoz.”

“Please, call me Pablo,” he corrected, waving her gratitude away. “Formality is for boring people. Now, eat up while I lecture you some more about self-care. You’re not leaving until I’m satisfied that you won’t collapse on me again.”

As she began nibbling on the snack, Pablo leaned against the counter, his golden eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “You know, it’s not just about eating, though. Whatever stress is weighing on you, it’s got to be managed. You’ve got this tense aura, like you’re carrying the weight of the world. Care to share, or should I start guessing wildly?”

[Name] hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “I’ve just... had a lot on my mind lately. Things have been complicated.”

“Ah, life,” Pablo said knowingly, folding his arms. “Always throwing curveballs when you least expect them. But trust me, darling, nothing is insurmountable. You’re young, bright, and—if I may say—absolutely radiant with that rose in your hair. You’ll figure it out.”

His compliment made her cheeks warm, and she reached up to touch the flower Julian had tucked behind her ear. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I think I needed to hear that.”

“Good,” Pablo replied, his tone softening. “Because you’re stronger than you think. And the next time you’re feeling overwhelmed? Come see me. We can talk it out, or I can just dazzle you with my unparalleled cuteness.”

[Name] laughed, feeling lighter than she had in days. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Smart girl,” he said with a wink. “Now finish that snack and rest up. No more skipping meals, or I’ll make it my personal mission to follow you around campus with a lunchbox.”

As he walked back to his desk, humming a cheerful tune, [Name] leaned back against the cot. For the first time in a while, she felt like things might just be okay.

The infirmary felt cozier now, its sterile ambiance softened by Pablo’s lively chatter. [Name] found herself smiling, engrossed in a surprisingly lighthearted conversation about their favorite cute things. Pablo’s face lit up as he waxed poetic about Pikachu’s charm and Kirby’s boundless adorableness, gesturing animatedly as he spoke.

“You know, if Kirby could absorb my cuteness,” Pablo joked, “he’d probably reach a level that humanity isn’t ready for. Imagine the chaos!”

[Name] laughed, the sound gentle but genuine. “He’d probably take your rainbow hair too.”

“Obviously! It’s iconic,” Pablo said, tossing his head dramatically. Then his gaze softened, and he leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm. “But I’m curious, [Name], what about you? What adorable character holds the top spot in your heart?”

She hesitated for a moment, feeling almost shy. “Wish Me Mel,” she admitted. “From Sanrio.”

Pablo’s eyes widened, and he clasped his hands together. “Oh, Wish Me Mel! The dreamy bunny with her letter-writing adventures and that pastel aesthetic? Absolutely divine choice. And honestly, so fitting for you.”

“You think so?” [Name] asked, tilting her head.

“Of course,” Pablo replied. “She’s all about spreading kindness and connection through her letters, right? I see that same warmth in you. A little daydreamy, sure, but who isn’t?”

[Name] blushed faintly at his observation, fiddling with the edge of her blanket. “I guess she’s always been a favorite because she feels... hopeful, I guess.”

“Hopeful,” Pablo echoed, nodding. “That’s the kind of vibe we all need in our lives. You’ve got excellent taste, darling. Sanrio should hire you as an ambassador.”

Their laughter filled the room, but as the conversation trailed off, [Name]’s thoughts shifted. She glanced at the clock on the wall, worry creeping into her expression.

“Pablo,” she started hesitantly, “I should probably get back to class. Mr. Blake is my AP English teacher, and he’s... really strict. If he thinks I’m skipping, it’ll be a nightmare.”

Pablo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a knowing smile. “Adam Blake, huh? Don’t worry about him. I’ll personally inform him that you were here, under my expert care. He can take it up with me if he has a problem. And trust me, nobody argues with the cutest 23-year-old in this building.”

“But—”

“No buts, darling,” Pablo interrupted gently. “Your job right now is to rest and recover. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, and your body’s trying to tell you something. Listen to it.”

[Name] hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. “Okay. You’re right. Thank you, Pablo.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he said with a wink, gesturing toward the cot. “Now, lie back and close those pretty eyes. I’ll keep an eye on you.”

Despite her initial resistance, [Name] found herself relaxing against the pillow, exhaustion finally catching up with her. Within moments, her breathing slowed, and she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Pablo observed her quietly for a moment, his usual playful demeanor giving way to something more reflective. He noticed the faint lines of worry on her face begin to soften as she slept, her expression serene. Gently, he reached for the white rose tucked behind her ear, its petals beginning to wilt. The once-vibrant bloom now looked tired, its edges curling inward.

With a soft sigh, Pablo stood and walked to the trash bin near his desk. “Even beauty fades when it’s under too much pressure,” he murmured to himself, letting the rose drop into the bin. His golden eyes lingered on it for a moment before he turned back to [Name], his lips curving into a small, protective smile.

“She’ll bounce back,” he said softly, as if assuring the empty room. “Just needs a little time and care. Like all precious things.”

The room fell silent except for the gentle ticking of the clock and the rhythmic hum of the air conditioner. Pablo returned to his desk, the faintest traces of a smile still on his face, as [Name] slept peacefully for the first time in what felt like days.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The infirmary was quiet, bathed in the soft, sterile glow of late afternoon light filtering through the blinds. The faint hum of the air conditioning filled the room, a gentle rhythm that matched [Name]’s slow and even breathing. As she rested on the cot, her body finally beginning to heal from the stresses of the day, her mind floated in a dreamless void of exhaustion.

But then, a sensation pierced through the fog of her sleep—a touch.

It was subtle at first, almost indistinguishable from a light breeze brushing over her skin. Yet, it was too deliberate to ignore. Warm fingers combed softly through her hair, the strands slipping easily between them like silk. The motion was slow and purposeful, neither hurried nor careless, as if whoever was touching her was savoring the texture of her hair.

[Name] stirred slightly but couldn’t wake up, her consciousness trapped in a hazy in-between. Her body felt leaden, unresponsive to her attempts to shake off the heavy veil of sleep.

The touch didn’t stop.

‘Someone is touching me…’

Fingertips trailed down from her hair, brushing over her shoulder with a featherlight caress. They lingered there for a moment, circling in a way that sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t painful, but it was far from comforting. The sensation traveled lower, grazing along her arm before tracing the curve of her waist. She felt it acutely now—an undeniable presence. Yet, her eyelids refused to open, her limbs heavy as if pinned down by an invisible weight.

A soft sound, almost like a sigh, broke the silence. It wasn’t hers. It was... someone else’s.

Her heart began to race, the panic rising within her. Who is this? What’s happening? Her instincts screamed at her to move, to wake, to do anything, but her body betrayed her.

The hand returned, sliding back up to her shoulder before moving toward her face. She felt the pads of fingers graze her cheek, the touch impossibly light yet unbearably intimate. They lingered there, tracing the line of her jaw before pausing just below her chin.

[Name]’s breath hitched. She wanted to scream, to pull away, but she was locked in place.

And then... it stopped.

The touch was gone, leaving only a ghostly warmth where it had been. Slowly, the oppressive heaviness lifted, and [Name]’s body began to respond. Her fingers twitched, her breathing deepened, and finally, with a sharp intake of air, her eyes flew open.

The infirmary was exactly as she had left it: the faint antiseptic smell in the air, the steady hum of the air conditioner, and the muted light falling over the empty cot next to hers. There was no one else in the room, no sign of a presence.

She bolted upright, her chest heaving as her eyes darted around the space. “What... what just happened?” she whispered, her voice shaky and barely audible over the thundering of her heart.

Her hands instinctively went to her hair, smoothing it down as if to confirm it hadn’t been touched. Her skin felt strange—heightened, hypersensitive—as if the memory of those phantom touches still lingered. She rubbed at her shoulder, then her waist, but there was no evidence that anyone had been there.

Standing, her legs wobbled slightly as she steadied herself against the cot. “Was that... a dream?” she murmured, though the word felt inadequate. It had been too real, too vivid.

Her gaze flicked to the door, which was shut. Pablo had said he’d step out briefly to check on something. She was supposed to be alone. Yet, the pit in her stomach told her otherwise.

Walking to the small mirror on the wall, she examined her reflection. She looked pale, her eyes slightly sunken with lingering exhaustion. Her hair was messy but otherwise untouched. She touched her face, remembering the sensation of those fingers tracing her jawline.

A cold shiver ran down her spine, and she turned away from the mirror, pacing the room. She stopped by the trash bin, her eyes falling on the wilted white rose Pablo had discarded earlier. Its petals were more shriveled now, curling inward like a dying star.

Her fingers grazed the edge of the bin, and for a moment, she considered picking the rose up. But something held her back, an instinctive aversion she couldn’t explain.

“Get a grip,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head. “It was just a dream. Just a weird, vivid dream.”

But deep down, she wasn’t so sure. Something about the infirmary felt heavier now, as if the air itself was watching her.

She sank back onto the cot, trying to steady her breathing. Whatever had happened—dream or not—she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had been there. And worse, she couldn’t tell if they had left.

The infirmary clock ticked louder than ever as [Name]'s eyes fell on its face: 7:51 PM.

Her stomach sank. “Oh no…” she whispered, her voice trembling. She had missed not one but two classes and her beloved club practice.

Scrambling for her phone on the side table, she pressed the screen awake. The brightness momentarily blinded her, but what she saw made her heart drop even further: 79 missed messages. 29 missed calls. 15 voice messages. All from one name: Ruka.

“Great. I’m dead,” she muttered, already imagining his scolding tone and sharp words. Quickly swiping through the endless stream of messages, her pulse quickened with each increasingly frantic text.

> Ruka: Where the hell are you??

Ruka: Answer your phone!!

Ruka: [Name], are you okay? I’m about to call the college!

Ruka: Seriously, where are you?

Her breathing grew shallow as she saw his latest messages.

> Ruka: If you don’t respond in the next 5 minutes, I’m coming to find you.

“Merde,” she cursed under her breath, clutching her phone to her chest. She couldn’t face him right now—not after everything. She hastily scribbled a note for Pablo, thanking him for taking care of her and apologizing for leaving so suddenly. Placing the note on the desk, she swung the infirmary door open and stepped out into the chilly night air.

As soon as she emerged onto campus, she realized how late it had truly become. The sun had long since set, leaving the sky a deep indigo, with the faintest glow of stars peeking through. Streetlights cast long, eerie shadows across the empty pathways, and the wind bit at her exposed skin.

Her dormitory was on the far side of campus—a good fifteen-minute walk, and that was if she moved quickly. But something about the dark made her uneasy. Instinctively clutching her bag tighter, she broke into a jog. The gravel pathway crunched beneath her feet, and her breath puffed in small clouds as the wind picked up.

“I’ll explain everything to Ruka later. He’ll understand... maybe,” she muttered, trying to reassure herself.

But then, her foot caught on something—a loose piece of gravel or a crack in the path—and she went down hard. The impact sent a sharp jolt through her hands and knees as they met the unforgiving ground.

“Ahh!” she hissed, the sting immediate and intense. Her palms were scraped, but her knee—her knee was worse. Blood began to well up, trickling in a dark crimson stream down her leg, staining her socks. She tried to push herself up, but the pain was searing, forcing her to sit back on the cold ground.

“Not now, not now,” she whispered through clenched teeth, brushing at the dirt around her wound. The sight of her blood made her stomach churn. Her breaths came faster, more erratic, as she struggled to figure out what to do.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in her periphery.

“You okay?”

Her head snapped up. Standing a few feet away, silhouetted by a flickering streetlight, was Rensuke Kunigami.

Tall and broad-shouldered, he looked like a knight out of a storybook, his orange hair catching the light. His expression was neutral at first, but then his gaze shifted—to her knee. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, taking a step closer.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” she insisted, waving him off and attempting to stand. But the moment she put weight on her injured leg, she winced and faltered.

Kunigami was by her side in an instant, his strong hands gripping her arm and steadying her. “Yeah, doesn’t look fine to me. Sit back down before you make it worse.”

She reluctantly obeyed, lowering herself back to the ground. “It’s just a scrape,” she muttered, feeling embarrassed and foolish for falling in the first place.

Kunigami knelt in front of her, his face serious as he examined her knee. “That’s more than a scrape,” he said. His voice was calm, but there was something else—something tense in the way he spoke.

She followed his gaze and realized he wasn’t just looking at her wound; he was staring at it. The blood.

“Kunigami?” she asked hesitantly. His hand tightened slightly on her arm, and his jaw clenched. For a moment, he didn’t respond.

His eyes darkened, pupils dilating as they fixed on the crimson trail running down her leg. He swallowed hard, his breath deepening. “...Sorry,” he said, his voice rougher now. “I just… I—”

He abruptly turned his head away, his hand twitching as though resisting an urge. “I’ll—uh—get you to the dorms,” he said quickly, standing up and stepping back. But there was something strained about his movements, like he was holding himself back.

[Name] tried to brush off the pain, her voice steadier than she felt. "No, really, I can manage," she insisted, attempting to push herself up. She wobbled but refused to give in. "I-"

Kunigami interrupted, his voice strained and trembling with something unspoken. "You need to go. Now."

His words stopped her. There was a tremor in them, a vulnerability she hadn't heard before. She turned her gaze upward, startled. "What? Why?"

"Just go!" he barked, taking a step back, his hand pressing against his temple as though trying to suppress something.

His sudden shift frightened her, but concern overrode her fear. "Kunigami, are you okay?" she asked cautiously, inching closer despite her aching knee. She reached out to him, hoping to steady whatever internal struggle he was battling.

But then he turned toward her.

The air shifted.

Gone was the composed and soft-spoken Kunigami she had known. His orange eyes, once warm, now glinted coldly under the dim light. His expression was devoid of the kindness she was accustomed to; instead, it was carved from stone- grim, calculated, and unnervingly void of emotion.

"Kunigami?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Without a word, he stepped toward her. His presence felt suffocating, an oppressive weight that pressed down on her chest. Before she could react, he grabbed her arms with a force that made her wince, pulling her close. His biceps coiled around her like iron bands, trapping her against his chest.

"W-what are you doing? Let me go!" she cried, struggling against his hold. But her attempts to free herself were futile. His grip was unyielding, his strength overpowering her completely.

"You really shouldn't move so much," he muttered, his voice eerily calm but dripping with something sinister. "It'll only make me hungrier."

Her breath hitched. "Hungry? What... what are you talking about?"

Kunigami's face lowered toward hers, his lips brushing against her hair as he inhaled deeply. His breath was slow and deliberate, his voice darkening. "Your blood. I can smell it... taste it, almost. It's so strong, so pure." His fingers weaved through her hair, stroking it in a way that made her skin crawl.

[Name]'s pulse quickened, her body trembling. "Please... stop," she begged, her voice breaking. She pushed against his chest, desperate to put space between them, but he didn't budge.

Her defiance only seemed to spark something darker in him. His calm exterior fractured, giving way to something primal and violent. "Stop?" he said, his voice low, as if mocking her. "You don't understand. It's not something I can stop. Not anymore."

He shoved her down onto the gravel path with shocking force, pinning her under his weight. [Name] gasped, the air knocked from her lungs. She squirmed, trying to crawl away, but he grabbed her injured leg and held it firm. His orange eyes glowed in the dim light, hungry and predatory.

"No-please, don't do this!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

Kunigami leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You smell... intoxicating. How can I stop when you're right here, bleeding just for me?"

Before she could scream, his fangs sank into her leg. The pain was immediate and searing, a white-hot fire that burned through her veins. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out-a silent scream of agony as he drank deeply from her. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, a mix of sharp, piercing pain and an overwhelming weakness that spread through her body like a toxin.

[Name]'s vision blurred, tears spilling uncontrollably as she felt herself slipping away. The world around her grew darker, colder, her limbs heavy and unresponsive.

Kunigami pulled back for a moment, his lips stained red, his breathing ragged. He looked down at her, his once-bright eyes now shadowed by something monstrous. He was a predator, and she his prey.

As her consciousness faded, [Name]'s lips moved weakly. Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with heartbreak and confusion.

"Why..."

And then, darkness took her.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The days following that harrowing night blurred together like a long, disorienting haze for [Name]. She tried to convince herself it was a nightmare, but the persistent ache in her thigh and the angry red wound said otherwise. She’d wake in the middle of the night, clutching her leg, reliving the searing pain of fangs piercing her skin.

What haunted her even more, though, was the mystery surrounding how she got back to her dorm. One evening, she gathered the courage to ask Hitomi about it.

“I… I don’t remember coming back to the dorm that night,” she said hesitantly while they worked on assignments together. “Do you remember seeing me?”

Hitomi blinked, tilting her head curiously. “Huh? You were already asleep when I came back. I just figured you’d turned in early. Why?”

“Oh, no reason,” [Name] quickly replied, waving her hand dismissively, though her heart sank. She’d hoped Hitomi could offer her some clarity, but now she was more confused than ever.

Her days since had been consumed by a delicate balancing act. She buried herself in coursework, using the looming fall exams as a distraction. She spent time with classmates, forcing herself to smile and laugh even as she felt a gnawing unease in her gut.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In her psychology class, [Name] found a momentary reprieve in an unexpected place: a conversation with Kenyu Yukimiya. He sat a few rows ahead of her, glasses perched on his nose, giving him a scholarly and endearing look. She’d always thought he resembled a character straight out of Harry Potter—soft-spoken, kind, and intelligent.

They crossed paths in the library during lunch one day. Kenyu had a stack of books in his arms, almost blocking his view. [Name], seeing him struggle, stepped in to help.

“Need a hand?” she asked with a grin, taking a few of the books from him.

“Oh, thank you, [Name],” he said, his smile warm and genuine. “I may have gotten a little carried away.”

She chuckled as they made their way to an empty table. “A little? You’re practically carrying the library’s entire psychology section.”

“Well, exams are around the corner,” he replied, setting the books down. “I like to over prepare. Better safe than sorry, right?”

“Or better stressed than relaxed,” [Name] teased, earning a laugh from him. She found his calm demeanor comforting, a stark contrast to the chaos that had been her life recently.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In AP Government and Politics, [Name] managed to share a lighthearted moment with Karasu Tabito. He was a sharp-witted classmate who always had a quip ready.

The teacher was explaining a particularly convoluted concept when [Name] leaned over to Tabito and whispered, “Does this feel like one big riddle to you?”

Tabito smirked, not missing a beat. “Riddle? More like a cruel joke. I think the real test is whether we survive this lecture.”

[Name] stifled a laugh, grateful for the brief levity. It reminded her that, even in the midst of her inner turmoil, there were still pockets of normalcy to cling to.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In history class, Reiji and Akira became her unlikely allies. Reiji was quiet but attentive, while Akira was more outgoing and often took the lead in group projects. Together, they helped [Name] navigate assignments she might have otherwise struggled with.

“Here,” Reiji said one afternoon, sliding his notes toward her. “You looked like you were zoning out earlier. These might help.”

“Thanks, Reiji. I owe you one,” [Name] said with a grateful smile.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, his tone casual but kind.

Akira, meanwhile, leaned over with a playful grin. “And if you ever need a history tutor, you know where to find me. My rates are reasonable—just bring snacks.”

[Name] laughed softly, feeling a flicker of relief.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, one presence loomed in her periphery like a shadow she couldn’t shake: Kunigami.

Whenever she saw him in the hallways or during shared classes, her stomach twisted into knots. She avoided his gaze, ducked around corners, and even pretended to be engrossed in conversation just to escape him.

The few times he attempted to approach her, she found excuses to slip away. One afternoon, he called out to her as she left the library.

“[Name], wait—”

She didn’t look back. Her heart raced as she quickened her pace, murmuring an apology under her breath as she disappeared into the crowd.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As for Ruka, his name now carried an uncomfortable weight. [Name] couldn’t forget what U20 had said about him—the accusations of cruelty and manipulation. Whenever she was around him, she felt the urge to confront him, to demand answers.

But the promise she’d made to herself—to never involve him in her own troubles—kept her silent. Instead, she maintained a polite distance, offering smiles that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Though she managed to keep up appearances, the cracks in her facade deepened. Each night, as she lay in bed, she replayed the events of that fateful evening. The memory of Kunigami’s fangs sinking into her flesh haunted her like a ghost.

The only thing keeping her grounded was a single, unwavering thought: she had to uncover the truth. What had happened to her that night? And why had Kunigami—someone she thought she could trust—become the source of her deepest fears?

For now, she pushed those questions aside, focusing on the immediate task at hand: surviving the days ahead. But deep down, she knew her search for answers was far from over.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The soft drone of the air conditioning hummed in the background as Mr. Blake paced across the front of the AP English classroom. His tailored suit, as always, was immaculate, and his voice carried an authoritative yet strangely soothing cadence as he explained the rubric for their upcoming assignment.

“The essay will require MLA formatting,” he began, gesturing to the slide displayed on the projector screen. “That means proper citations for every source, an introduction that clearly outlines your thesis, and at least three supporting arguments in the body paragraphs. Any questions?”

[Name] scribbled furiously in her notebook, her pen dancing across the page as she tried to capture every detail. She didn’t want to miss anything; she already felt like she’d been falling behind lately, and this essay seemed like it would be a hefty part of their grade.

“Remember,” Mr. Blake continued, pausing to adjust his glasses, “your arguments need to be substantiated. Unsupported opinions won’t earn you much credit. Show me your critical thinking. Convince me why your perspective matters. This isn’t just about what you think; it’s about how well you can argue it.”

[Name] underlined critical thinking in her notes, her brows furrowing.

“Of course, I expect nothing less from this class,” he added with a small smile, his gaze sweeping over the students. “You’re among the brightest. Make sure you prove that to me.”

Just as [Name] was finishing her note about the essay’s word count, the shrill ring of the announcement system echoed through the classroom, breaking the rhythm of Mr. Blake’s lecture.

“Good evening, students and staff,” came the voice of the announcer, slightly muffled but clear enough to make out.

“This is a reminder that after today’s club activities have concluded, all students and staff are required to report to the auditorium for this month’s assembly. Attendance is mandatory. Thank you.”

The announcement cut off with a faint click, leaving the room in a brief silence.

[Name] paused, her pen hovering over her notebook. She leaned slightly toward Ikki, who sat at the desk next to hers. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he worked diligently on something in his notebook, but he glanced up at her questioningly when he noticed her movement.

“What’s the assembly about?” she whispered, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the rest of the class.

Ikki blinked, his expression thoughtful for a moment before he replied. “Oh, it’s just something they do every month before exams. They cover updates, reminders about exam protocols, stuff like that.”

“Really? Every month?” [Name] tilted her head, genuinely curious.

“Yeah,” Ikki said with a small nod, pushing his hair out of his face. “It’s nothing too exciting, but it’s required. The principal usually speaks, and sometimes they bring in guest speakers.”

“Hmm,” she murmured, jotting a small reminder about the assembly in the margin of her notebook. “I see. Thanks, Niko.”

He gave her a faint smile before returning to his notes, his demeanor as calm and reserved as always.

At the front of the room, Mr. Blake cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention back to him. “As I was saying,” he continued, “this essay will be due by the end of next week. No exceptions. I expect drafts to be submitted for peer review by Wednesday. That gives you plenty of time to refine your arguments before the final submission.”

[Name] sighed softly, already feeling the weight of the assignment settle on her shoulders. The assembly sounded like a break from the usual grind, but she couldn’t help wondering if it would bring anything unexpected. After all, nothing in her life had been predictable lately.

Still, she forced herself to focus on the present. For now, her only concern was taking notes and staying ahead. The mystery of the assembly could wait.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

After club activities, she quickly ran to the locker room to change into her uniform and head on down to the auditorium

The auditorium was abuzz with a lively din, a blend of voices and laughter echoing against the high ceilings. Rows upon rows of students shuffled into place, their uniforms crisp and polished as they settled into their seats for the mandatory assembly. [Name] had quickly changed after her last club activity and was scanning the crowded room for an open seat. Her eyes darted across the rows until she spotted one in the fourth row, smack in the middle.

‘Perfect.’

Navigating through the throng of students, she excused herself with polite murmurs until she finally made it to the empty spot. She plopped down with a sigh of relief and scanned her surroundings. To her left, a few unfamiliar faces chatted animatedly, but three seats down on her right, a flash of vibrant red caught her eye.

Hyoma.

He noticed her at the same moment and offered a small wave, his signature graceful smile lighting up his face. [Name] smiled back and waved in return. She always found his calm demeanor refreshing amidst the chaos of campus life.

Her brief moment of calm was interrupted as someone slid into the seat directly to her right. [Name] turned her head, expecting another friendly face, but instead, she froze.

The figure towering beside her radiated an intense aura, one that felt both intimidating and magnetic. His tall, lean frame seemed almost impossibly perfect, his sharp teal eyes slicing through the dim auditorium light. His black hair fell across his face in messy bangs, with one thick strand cutting diagonally across his right eye, giving him an even more brooding appearance.

[Name] blinked. It was Rin Itoshi.

She recognized him immediately—how could she not? He was Sae Itoshi’s younger brother, and the very same guy who sat directly in front of her in Mathematics. Despite sharing a classroom, she had never actually spoken to him. His aloof, almost standoffish demeanor didn’t exactly scream approachable.

Still, she decided to be polite.

“Hey,” she said with a small smile, her voice light as she tried to strike up a conversation.

Rin didn’t even glance at her. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the stage, his expression as cold and unreadable as a marble statue.

Undeterred, [Name] tried again. “You’re Rin, right? We’re in Math together. I sit behind you.”

This time, he did look at her, but the glare he shot her was sharp enough to cut glass. His teal eyes narrowed as if her very presence was an inconvenience to him.

[Name] blinked, taken aback by his rudeness.

“...Okay,” she said slowly, frowning. “Rude much?”

Rin let out a soft scoff, finally turning his body slightly toward her. “What do you want?” His tone was clipped, his words practically dripping with disdain.

[Name] narrowed her eyes. “I was just trying to be friendly. You know, like a normal person. But clearly, you’re allergic to basic decency.”

He smirked, though it wasn’t a kind one. “I don’t have time for ‘friendly.’”

[Name]’s frown deepened. “Wow, you really are full of yourself, huh? Sae must be a saint if he puts up with you.”

At the mention of his older brother, Rin’s expression darkened noticeably. The coldness in his eyes turned glacial, and for a moment, [Name] almost regretted her comment.

Almost.

“You don’t know anything about me or Sae,” he said flatly, his voice low but laced with an edge that made her skin prickle.

[Name] crossed her arms, undeterred. “Maybe not, but I know enough to say that he’s probably a lot nicer than you.”

The two locked eyes in a silent standoff, the air between them heavy with unspoken tension. Around them, the noise of the auditorium seemed to fade into the background, replaced by an almost tangible electricity.

Finally, Rin broke the silence with a humorless chuckle, leaning back in his seat. “Think whatever you want. I don’t care.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” [Name] shot back, turning her attention firmly to the stage.

Her irritation bubbled just beneath the surface, but she forced herself to focus on the assembly that was about to begin. Rin, for all his arrogance, wasn’t worth the energy.

As the lights dimmed and the principal took the stage, [Name] stole one last glance at Rin out of the corner of her eye. His posture was relaxed, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his inner turmoil.

‘What’s his deal?’ she wondered, shaking her head.

She didn’t know if she’d ever understand Rin Itoshi, but one thing was clear: whatever issues he had, she wasn’t about to let them ruin her night.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The lights dimmed further, leaving the stage as the sole focal point in the vast auditorium. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal of the campus, Ego Jinpachi, took center stage. His presence was magnetic, his long, thin frame and unusually elongated neck giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. His sharp, black bob cut and perfectly straight bangs framed his face, which bore dark circles under his intense eyes, accentuated by the glint of his black-framed glasses.

Ego stood tall and unwavering, adjusting his bolo tie with a calculated motion. He exuded an aura of ambition so palpable it made the entire room feel smaller. His voice, deep and steady, boomed through the microphone.

"Good evening, students," he began, his tone both commanding and eerily calm. "Another month has passed, another cycle of mediocrity endured."

A few students shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but Ego paid no mind.

"As we approach the fall exams, let me remind you of one fundamental truth: in this world, those who dare to be average are destined to fade into obscurity. Greatness is not bestowed upon the meek, the humble, or the altruistic. Greatness is claimed by those who possess the will to take it, no matter the cost."

His eyes scanned the audience, and [Name] felt a shiver run down her spine as they briefly locked onto her row. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to focus elsewhere, but Ego’s voice demanded attention.

"Each of you is here not to serve some collective purpose," Ego continued, his voice growing sharper. "You are here to become the best. To outshine, to overpower, to dominate. Teamwork? Altruism? These are the crutches of the weak. And weakness,"—he paused, letting the word hang in the air—"has no place on this campus."

[Name] glanced around nervously, catching glimpses of her peers. Hyoma looked calm, almost amused, while others like Ikki seemed completely absorbed. To her right, Rin sat perfectly still, his teal eyes fixated on Ego as if the man’s words were gospel. [Name] resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his unwavering seriousness.

Her gaze wandered further, landing on the staff members seated behind Ego. Lavinho, the ever-relaxed professor, was leaning back in his chair, balancing it precariously on two legs as he stared at the ceiling with a bored expression. Chris Prince, who always looked like he’d stepped out of a fitness magazine, was glancing at his watch with a look that screamed, how long is this going to take?

The vice principal, Teieri, and Luiza Bogdanova, one of the more refined staff members, sat with their legs crossed, exuding an air of propriety. [Name]’s gaze lingered on them for a moment until she noticed Adam Blake, her AP English professor, sneaking not-so-subtle glances at Luiza’s chest.

[Name] grimaced and immediately looked away, trying to scrub the image from her mind. Gross.

Her attention shifted to the other side of the stage, where the Club Captains and the New Gen 11 sat. Sae Itoshi looked as detached as ever, his chin resting on his hand, his expression one of utter boredom. Lorenzo yawned, stretching out lazily as if he were at home on his couch. Michael looked equally disinterested, his arms crossed and his eyes half-closed.

And then there was Ruka.

[Name]’s heart skipped a beat as she spotted her cousin sitting stiffly among the other elite figures. His intense red eyes scanned the sea of students, searching for someone. She knew exactly who.

When his gaze finally landed on her, his expression hardened. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his jaw clenched. [Name] followed his line of sight and realized, with a sinking feeling, that he was staring not at her but at the person seated beside her—Rin.

Ruka’s hands tightened into fists on his lap, his knuckles whitening as his lips pressed into a thin line.

Oh no.

[Name] quickly looked away, pretending she hadn’t noticed his death glare. The last thing she needed was Ruka causing a scene—or worse, confronting Rin after the assembly. She made a mental note to talk to him later and try to diffuse whatever irrational anger he was brewing.

Meanwhile, Ego continued his speech, oblivious to the myriad tensions simmering in the audience.

"As we move into the final stretch of this semester, I expect nothing less than absolute dedication from each and every one of you. Complacency is a disease, and failure is not an option. Strive for excellence, not for others, but for yourself. Make no mistake—this is a competition, and the only prize worth winning is your place at the top."

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over the students once more.

"That is all. Dismissed."

The lights brightened slightly as the assembly came to an end. Students began filing out of their seats, the buzz of conversation picking up once again.

[Name] stood and gathered her things, keeping her head low as she prepared to slip away unnoticed. But as she glanced at Ruka one last time, she couldn’t help but feel a growing unease.

Something told her that this was far from over.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was bustling yet tense as students shuffled chairs back to their racks. The faint clatter of metal echoed around the room, accompanied by murmured conversations and the occasional scrape of a chair leg dragging across the floor. [Name] Sanzuku, trying to keep her head down and avoid unnecessary interactions, moved quickly to fold a nearby chair.

In her haste, she bumped into someone—hard.

“Watch it,” Rin Itoshi snapped, his teal eyes narrowing at her.

“Excuse you,” [Name] shot back, her irritation flaring instantly. “You could’ve moved out of the way, you know.”

Rin’s lips curved into a slight sneer. “Maybe you should watch where you’re going instead of being so careless.”

[Name]'s fists clenched around the chair she was folding. “You’re unbelievable. How can someone so arrogant even exist? Must be exhausting being you.”

“Better than being lukewarm like your ass,” Rin countered, his tone cold and cutting.

Before [Name] could retaliate, a sharp voice cut through the tension.

“[Name]!”

Both turned toward the source of the voice, and [Name]’s stomach sank when she saw Ruka Sanzuku striding toward her with his usual commanding presence. His crimson eyes were sharp with irritation, and his jaw was set in a way that told her he wasn’t here for a casual chat.

He reached her in a few long strides, grasping her hand firmly. “We’re leaving. Now.”

[Name] blinked in surprise before yanking her hand back. “Excuse me? I’m in the middle of something here. What’s your problem?”

Ruka’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer. “My problem is him.” He jerked his chin toward Rin, who was watching the scene unfold with an unamused expression. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near the Itoshis. They’re nothing but trouble.”

Rin’s eyes flickered with disdain at the comment. “Say that again, old man?”

Ruka ignored him, keeping his attention on [Name]. “Come on, let’s go. You don’t belong here with people like him.”

[Name]’s temper flared. “People like him? What are you even talking about? Rin’s a jerk, sure, but that doesn’t mean you get to swoop in and control who I talk to!”

Ruka’s voice lowered, his tone now almost pleading. “I’m trying to protect you. You don’t understand what they’re capable of.”

“Protect me? From what? Your overbearing attitude?” She tried to pull her hand free again, but Ruka’s grip tightened slightly, making her wince. “Ruka, let go of me!”

By now, the commotion had caught the attention of everyone in the auditorium. Students stopped folding chairs, turning to watch the drama unfold with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“Hey,” Rin interjected, stepping closer. “You don’t get to manhandle her like that.”

Ruka glared at Rin, his body tensing. “This has nothing to do with you, Itoshi. Stay out of it.”

“Oh, it has everything to do with me,” Rin retorted, his voice dripping with venom. “Since you’re so concerned about her, why don’t you actually listen to what she wants instead of dragging her around like she’s your puppet?”

Ruka’s nostrils flared, but before he could respond, a third voice joined the fray.

“Well, isn’t this a touching display of familial dysfunction,” Sae Itoshi drawled, stepping out from the shadows behind Ruka. His tone was laced with mockery, and his face was infuriatingly smug.

Ruka stiffened but didn’t turn to face Sae.

Sae continued, his voice calm yet cutting. “I didn’t realize the great Ruka Sanzuku moonlighted as a babysitter. Must be exhausting keeping up with all her little tantrums.”

Ruka’s hands balled into fists, and [Name] saw his composure beginning to crack.

“That’s enough!” she snapped, her voice rising above the din. “Both of you—stop treating me like I’m some kind of possession!”

The auditorium fell silent. Even Sae raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden outburst.

[Name] turned her glare to Ruka, her patience completely gone. “You don’t get to dictate who I can or can’t talk to. And you definitely don’t get to drag me around like some damsel in distress.”

“[Name], listen to me—” Ruka started, but she cut him off.

“No, you listen!” Her voice shook with anger. “You’ve been smothering me ever since I got here, and I’m done with it. So do me a favor and fuck off!”

Gasps echoed around the room, followed by a few murmured “ohs.”

Ruka’s eyes widened in shock, and for the first time, he seemed genuinely at a loss for words. His hand loosened its grip on hers, but before he could fully process what had just happened, [Name] raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

The sound of the slap reverberated through the auditorium like a gunshot.

A stunned silence fell over the crowd as Ruka’s head snapped to the side. His hand slowly rose to touch his cheek, his expression a mixture of disbelief and hurt.

[Name]’s chest heaved with emotion as she glared at him, her anger still burning bright. Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the auditorium, her footsteps echoing in the quiet.

As the doors slammed shut behind her, the tension in the room finally broke.

“Damn!” Lorenzo’s booming laugh filled the silence. “That was better than a soap opera!”

Michael Kaiser smirked, leaning back in his chair. “I almost feel bad for the guy. Almost.”

Meanwhile, Ruka remained frozen in place, his hand still pressed to his cheek as his crimson eyes flickered with a storm of emotions. Sae’s eyes widened slightly as he stepped past his brother, murmuring under his breath, “Guess you’re not as untouchable as you thought.”

Rin, on the other hand, watched the door [Name] had stormed through, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turned and walked away, leaving Ruka standing amidst the sea of murmuring students, his pride and composure shattered.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The flower garden was quiet, save for the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. The night’s chill kissed [Name]’s skin as she crouched behind the tall bushes, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Tears streamed down her face, catching the soft glow of the moonlight. She had undone her hair letting her hair flow freely as the wind wove through it, its cool touch contrasting with the heat of her flushed, tear-streaked cheeks.

Her heart felt unbearably heavy, weighed down by the tumult of emotions she could no longer keep contained. The shame of the auditorium, the suffocating grip of Ruka’s overprotection, and the unresolved pain from everything before—all of it bore down on her like a collapsing mountain. As her sobs softened, she looked up at the sky, her eyes reflecting the ethereal glow of the moon.

The moonlight, gentle and unobtrusive, illuminated her fragile form in a way that felt almost surreal. She was a porcelain doll on the brink of shattering, each silent tear carving a piece of her heart into fragments.

For a moment, she prayed for a quiet night. Prayed for something—anything—to take her away from this pain.

Then she heard them. Footsteps.

They were hurried but softened once they neared, careful yet insistent. The sound broke through her solitude, though she didn’t move. Whoever it was, they could find her if they wanted. She didn’t care.

The footsteps stopped, and a figure crouched down before her.

“[Name],” a voice said, breathless yet full of relief.

It was Isagi Yoichi. His dark blue eyes, illuminated faintly by the moon, searched her face with a mix of worry and exhaustion. Sweat dotted his forehead, his shirt slightly disheveled as if he had run all over campus to find her.

“[Name],” he repeated, his tone soft now, almost pleading. “Everyone’s been looking for you. Are you okay?”

She didn’t respond.

Yoichi knelt fully, his brows knitting together in concern as he moved closer. “Hey, say something.”

Still, she remained silent, her gaze distant as if she hadn’t even registered his presence.

Yoichi exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the crisp night air. He seemed to understand that pressing her wouldn’t help. Instead, he lowered himself onto the grass beside her, stretching his legs out as his eyes drifted upward to the night sky.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight,” he murmured, his voice steady yet contemplative.

[Name]’s silence persisted, but there was a flicker in her gaze. She blinked once, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but the words dissolved before they could form.

For a long moment, they sat like that—Yoichi looking at the moon, and [Name] drowning in her emotions. The stillness was palpable, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant chirping of crickets.

Then, gently, Yoichi reached out. His fingers brushed against her hair, gathering a soft strand and letting it glide between his fingertips. He didn’t say anything, didn’t push her, but the gesture was tender and grounding.

“You’re hurting,” he said after a while, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can feel it. But… I can’t help unless you let me.”

Something in his tone cracked the wall [Name] had built around herself. Her throat tightened, and her vision blurred again with fresh tears.

“Why… why me?” she finally croaked, her voice raw and trembling.

Yoichi turned to her fully, his fingers pausing mid-motion in her hair. “[Name]…”

She sniffled, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. “Why does it always have to be me, Isagi? Why am I the one who keeps getting pulled into all this?” Her voice cracked, the weight of her emotions spilling out like a dam breaking.

She began to ramble, her words tumbling out between shaky breaths. “First it was Raichi, then Kunigami, and now Ruka—and it’s not just them!! It’s everything. I don’t understand why I can’t just—just be left alone. Why does everyone have to make me feel like I’m being suffocated!? Like I don’t have a choice!?”

Her body shook as the words kept pouring out. “I try, Isagi! I try so hard to keep it together, but it’s too much! I feel like I’m drowning, and no one cares! No one cares how I feel—they just want me to fit into their stupid expectations!”

She broke then, burying her face in her hands as sobs wracked her body. Yoichi’s heart clenched at the sight.

Without hesitation, he moved closer, wrapping his arms around her trembling form. He held her tightly, his chin resting atop her head as he whispered softly. “It’s okay. Let it out. I’m here.”

[Name] cried harder, clutching the fabric of his shirt as though it were the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth. Yoichi stroked her hair gently, murmuring words of comfort.

“You’re not alone,” he said quietly, his voice firm despite its softness. “You don’t have to carry this by yourself. I’ll be here, [Name]. Always.”

She sniffled, her face still buried in his chest. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?” Her voice was muffled, but the vulnerability in it was unmistakable.

Yoichi pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt her chin up so she could meet his gaze. His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the lingering tears.

“Because you matter to me,” he said simply. “You’ve always mattered to me.”

Her breath hitched at the sincerity in his words, and for a moment, the world seemed to still.

Then, without warning, Yoichi leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a gentle yet firm kiss.

[Name]’s eyes widened in shock, her body freezing momentarily before slowly relaxing into the kiss. It was tender, unhurried, and filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite name but felt deep in her chest.

When they finally broke apart, Yoichi rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin.

“You don’t have to face this alone,” he murmured. “I’ll be here, no matter what.”

Tears welled in her eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. She nodded faintly, her hands gripping his shirt as she whispered, “Thank you.”

Under the moonlight, amidst the flowers, a fragile connection was forged—a moment of solace in the chaos of their lives.

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