#bachira meguru angst

[jifloulette]

It reminded me of you.

relationships with blue lock boys as kpop songs . . .

pairing -> itoshi rin, bachira meguru, yoichi isagi x gn!reader (seperate !)

warnings -> some angst on some parts, swearing here and there, might be ooc ? not proofread !!

word count -> rin and yoichi's is 0.7k, bachira's is 0.9k

author's note -> please click the links on the song names !! it'll help you understand why i chose that specific song ^^

. . . itoshi rin !

♫ now playing . . run2u by stayc - - - next in queue . . save me save you by wjsn

You knew the risks of dating someone cold and stoic like RIN ITOSHI, hell you were even surprised that he liked you back. You knew damn well that you were going to get hurt in the process, but you didn't care. All you wanted to do was to be with him. It doesn't matter if he's happy (you might not see it on the outside but being his s/o made you know how he is if he's happy), disheartened or upset. Your friends warned, fuck, even your classmates who you didn't even know or liked told you so. They just didn't know him like you did. Yes, you've gotten hurt before but he would ALWAYS apologize. You've learned to become patient for him during his breakdowns, he would say things like "I fuckin' hate my lukewarm brother." and "I need to become fucking better, how else am I.. gonna beat him..". You were confused whenever his breakdowns happened, it wasn't a weekly thing for him to do that, it only happened whenever you noticed him become tense and pressured. You didn't know why he hated his brother, I mean the Itoshi Sae? But you've never asked him about it, knowing he'd get agitated.

You were the first ever person he fell for, the first person he genuinely liked being around. RIN ITOSHI was scared for the first time again, scared that one day you might leave him too. Scared that he might scare you away because god, he knows how he acts whenever he's feeling distressed. He couldn't understand it, why have you stayed this long with him? Why did you treat him so differently? Weren't you just using him for his money and his fame? He knew the answers to all of his questions when one day, he just couldn't take it anymore. He'd accidentally lashed out his anger on you, the one person who he actually cared for. RIN ITOSHI had accidentally hit you, it didn't hurt much, yet it still alarmed you. He realized what he did just in time before he held you in his arms, apologizing over and over again as he cried onto your shirt. "Baby.. it's okay, really.." you said to him while caressing his hair. "N-no.. it's not! I'd accidentally hurt you, the one person I genuinely cared for..! H-how is that okay?!" RIN ITOSHI replied, you carefully asked him if he wanted to talk about why he felt like this to which he hesitantly said yes to. "I wanna know what happened, Rinnie.. don't try to hide it. I'll always be by your side", just by saying those words, RIN ITOSHI poured his heart out on his vent to you, saying that he felt distressed because he heard some of your classmates saying that his brother will always be better than him. He told you the reason why he hated his brother, he recalled the night where his brother said some things that was too painful to say out loud. After he was done, you held him in your arms once more, RIN ITOSHI couldn't take it anymore. He cried once again, asking you why you had stayed with him this long, why were you here listening to his vents, were you just getting dirt to gossip about him? You asked him saying, "Rinnie.. you wanna know why I've been here with you for so long?", he looked up at you with his beautiful teal eyes and simply nodded, "The only reason why I'm here with you is because I love you. Not for your fame, not for your success, and certainly not for your money but for you..", RIN ITOSHI was surprised, you really weren't using him? He had doubted you for a bit but oh, your tone while you said that to him made him believe that what you were saying is true. That's all that he needed to hear before hugging you tightly again, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Thank you so so fucking much, y/n.. you don't know how much I love you..", the black-haired boy in front of you said.

RIN ITOSHI now believes that true love exists, and true love is wherever you are. He didn't care if you saw him at his most vulnerable state, he knew you wouldn't gossip that to your other friends. RIN ITOSHI now knows the answers to all of his questions, he knows that you will stay with him until the end of times.

. . . bachira meguru !

♪ now playing . . love is lonely by NMIXX

BACHIRA MEGURU was convinced that you were his special someone. You were convinced that he was your special someone too. For all of BACHIRA MEGURU's life, he'd been lonely. Only sharing his love and appreciation to his mother who held deeply in his heart. The second you went up to him, asking if he was okay, he felt skeptical. He wasn't stupid, so he'd ask you if someone ordered you to come to him just to record him at his weakest. You were taken aback yet you knew what the others said about him and his "monster", you really could care less about what they said about him. "Huh? No.. I came here because I saw feeling down after classes ended." you replied, you took your hand out and asked him if he wanted to come with you to go to a place that was special to you. He was reluctant at first but eventually gave in. He'd noticed you in class before, you weren't like the others. You genuinely had a pure heart.

You ran in front of him while holding his hand still. BACHIRA MEGURU swore he felt a big, genuine smile starting to grow on his face. Were you the person the monster inside him was looking for? You introduced him to a small bench, not that far from the school. You told him how you discovered this place as you were randomly walking home and decided that it was gonna be your special place. You had brought fairy lights to hang on the trees that were around the bench. The two of you sat on it and it was as if fate that you guys fit perfectly on it. You went on rambling about how you'd always wanted to be his friend but you were to shy to ask him, and how he'd been the first ever person you had brought along to go here. He didn't even notice how there was light pink tint starting to grow on his face. Ever since then, you and BACHIRA MEGURU had been together as if the two of you were cursed for all eternity to be together, he wouldn't mind if that was the case.

It wasn't long before he had started to fall for you, just the way you would talk to him, take care of him, comfort him, and treat him as if he were an actual person were just a few reasons on why he'd fallen for you. If he could, he would rant on for hours and hours on why he likes you so much. Before he knew it, it had already been 6 months since the two of you had met. You'd asked him to go your guys' special place to which he had ecstatically said yes to. He obviously wanted to at least look good for you, even though you said that whatever he would wear, he'd still look good. The second he arrived at the bench, he saw that you weren't there which was strange.. He thought maybe you were just playing games with him. "Y/n! You can come out now~!" BACHIRA MEGURU shouted playfully, yet you still didn't come out. He noticed an envelope on the bench with a heart sticker on it, he knew that he would want you to open it knowing that only you and him knew about this secret hangout spot and thought you had left it for him to find. He noticed a handwritten "To: BACHIRA MEGURU, my best friend in the whole entire world" on it, and when he opened the envelope, a long piece of paper was in it. He slowly unfolded it and read the contents of the letter. "Dear Megu, I'm sorry I couldn't come to you face to face to tell you what I've been feeling recently. The thing is, the second you held my hand that late afternoon, I fell for you. Call it stupid but god, I immediately fell for you. The fact you didn't hesitate to come with me just made me blush thinking about it. I've always knew I liked you before we were even friends, but I just thought of it as infatuation. You really did prove me wrong because you were the person I've been meaning to find ever since I watched romance movies and discovered what love is. The fact you listen to my endless talks about whatever really made me fall for you even more! In the span of the 6 months of our friendship, you became someone that I loved being around with. I want to end our friendship though.. and maybe start having a new relationship, a romantic one. Soo.. what do you say? Will you accept?", the letter said and god did he fall for you even more. The fact that you loved him the same way he loved you, oh who was he kidding, he's head over heels for you. As he was coming to the end of the letter, a pair of hands slowly hugged him from behind. He knew it was you, he recognized your touch all too well. The second you hugged him, he turned around and picked you up. "Oh y/n! You don't know how long I've been waiting for this day!" You were surprised, you really didn't expect that unpredictable action of his. Your smile became as big as the entire world to say the least, your eyes having some sort of sparkle in it. "So, do you accept..?" you asked gleefully, to which BACHIRA MEGURU replied by kissing you.

BACHIRA MEGURU had finally found the true meaning of love, it was the embodiment of you. The hardships of his life he had left behind due to you. He went inside the school campus with a smile on his face knowing you would be there waiting for him. BACHIRA MEGURU had finally fallen, he had let himself fall for you.

. . . isagi yoichi !

𝄞 now playing . . cool with you by New Jeans

If there was one word to describe how ISAGI YOICHI felt whenever he was with you, it would be comfort. Just being beside you, it would bring him to ease knowing that you were right there with him. You guys could be scrolling on your phones, showing each other different videos that reminded you guys of each other and he would already fall deeper in love with you. You understood him better than anyone else could, you knew what to do and what to say whenever he felt sorrowful. Whether it be losing a really really important soccer match or if he felt insecure and unconfident. Maybe that's why he liked you so fucking much. Your presence just soothes his soul, he didn't know how to explain it, it just did.

ISAGI YOICHI didn't always need for you to tell him how much you loved him, he could always feel it, as if the two of you were somehow telepathically connected. Just simply holding his hand, caressing his hair, and telling him how good he was at playing soccer was all he needed to know. People could see how deep the connection the two of you had, even before you guys were together. Whatever emotion he was feeling, it was almost as if you felt it the same way he did, maybe that's why the two of you had such a strong bond with each other. The two of you could go days and days doing the same thing over and over again but it wouldn't bore him, not when the person who he cherishes most was with him. Sometimes, ISAGI YOICHI finds himself zoning out during classes just thinking about you! He just can't help it, he's totally the type to chat you "I miss you" the second you part ways after walking home from school. He really cherishes every moment he has with you, even if he's not physically next to you, just seeing you makes him relaxed. That's definitely his motivation whenever you watch his games as well, just seeing you cheer your heart out for him, he can't help but drive himself to win, just for you.

Even if he knows how much he means to you, he sometimes can't help but doubt himself, he finds himself wondering if the effort he's putting into the relationship is the same as the effort you put in. "Baby.. do you think that sometimes.. I'm somehow lacking something in our relationship..?" the deep blue-eyed boy in front of you asks, "Huh? Love, of course not! You've given so much into our relationship, what else could I ask for?" you reply, your hand cupping his cheek. "'m sorry baby, I just felt down.." ISAGI YOICHI says, "Oh baby.. don't you ever think that you're dragging our relationship down, okay? I know you love me the same way I love you." you remind him, kissing his forehead. You see him blush and the tip of his ears turn red and you pinch his cheek as you tease him for being so so cute! "H-hey..! Why'd you just randomly pinch me!" the dark blue haired boy says, "Well, you're just so so so cute and I can't believe you're mine~!" you playfully respond. His face becomes even redder now that you said that. You chuckle at the sight of him and you pepper his face with kisses, on his lips, his neck, his jawline, his forehead, you bet that you didn't leave any part of his face untouched. It was moments like these in where he thought that the two of you were the only ones in the world, he has an album of memories in his brain stored with each and every memory the two of you had ever made. God was he crazy about you.

ISAGI YOICHI believed, no, he knew that you were his soulmate and that you knew that he was yours. He would find comfort whenever you were with him, and though he isn't the most verbally talkative lover, you knew how much he adores you. (Please let him daydream about how ethereal you would look at your guys' wedding, he would very much appreciate it, even if you find it funny)

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[thevinsmokerlaw]

THIS IS SO UNDERRATED!! MAH HEART NEEDS A BACHIRA RN DAMMNNN🙏💕

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧

❝if i told you, you know how to go and break my heart in two.❞  

♡ bachira meguru ♡

a/n: i love him so much, he’s such a cutie patootie :< reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!! it’s my second blue lock writing piece :)

content: bachira meguru x reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight mention of bullying, just you both being cute weirdos, mostly very fluffy, little angsty, hurt/comfort, kissing, very self-indulgent (lmao), not edited. 

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it was time for recess and you hummed a little tune the teacher played earlier when everyone sat in a circle for music time. you were skipping towards the park, wishing to swing and slide to your heart’s content. 

you didn’t have any friends and your teacher along with your parents were worried about how this would affect your upbringing. you were only in second grade and a social life was crucial at this age. but, your interests and creativity was as vast as the sea. being the weird kid wasn’t always that bad, you just accepted the fact that you were more unique than others. 

nothing wrong with that. 

besides, you enjoyed spending your time alone. you had more time to explore by yourself, find your interests, and playing by yourself was always an adventure because your mind was as exhaustively curious as your actions. 

you were startled to hear a bunch of kids roaring in anger, your gaze turning to the side where the small field was. you saw a bunch of kids from your class stomping on something, or rather someone, while angrily spewing words. 

your eyebrows furrowed in fury, bravely marching up to them as you threw the apple in your hand straight at one of the kid’s face. the jerk winced, looking at you with a glare. 

“what’s your deal, freak?” he taunted, making you scoff. 

“is hurting others that fun? well then, i love fun! why don’t you let me join in, but instead i’ll stomp on you, ‘kay?” you darkly said, pointing at the kid as he harshly gulped. his forehead was already slightly throbbing from your previous attack of throwing the apple at him. 

“l-let’s go guys, these weirdos are creeping me out.” the boy stuttered, grabbing his lunchbox before scrambling with this friends. the small crowd of bullies cleared up, allowing you to get a look at the victim. 

you saw the little boy on the ground, wincing in pain as he slowly sat up. he had a slight bob cut, uneven bangs covering his forehead while the tips of his hair in the back were blonde. 

“you okay?” you softly asked, sitting on your knees as you placed a small hand on top of his. the boy weakly nodded his head, looking up at you with a pained smile as a little bit of blood trickled down from his nose. 

“oh, you’re bleeding. come with me, i’ll fix ya up!” you chirped, grabbing his hand as you pulled him up with you. he quickly bent down to grab his soccer ball before being dragged away by you. 

you led him to the park, climbing up the stairs to reach the small bridge. the both of you sat down and you opened your lunchbox, pulling out the hello kitty bandages you always carried around. 

“what’s your name?” you asked, watching him rub away the tears that were streaming down his face. 

“meguru.” he sniffled, making you thin your lips. 

“i’m y/n. here, use this.” you said, handing him a tissue as he quietly thanked you. 

“those guys were a bunch of meanies.” you spoke, cleaning up the blood from his nose with a tissue. 

“yeah, but they’re right. i’m a weirdo and that’s why no one wants to be friends with me.” bachira looked down at his hands, making you frown. 

“there’s nothing wrong with being a weirdo, i’d rather sail the ocean to the neverlands by myself than have those bullies on my boat to sink me.” you joked, making the boy in front of you laugh. you smiled upon seeing him finally cheer up, grabbing one of your hello kitty band-aids before putting it on bachira’s nose. 

“i always carry these around because i get hurt a lot from falling down.” you sheepishly grinned, pointing at the same hello kitty band-aid that was on your nose. 

“ah, we’re matching!” he exclaimed, making you nod. 

“yeah! hey, wanna go on an adventure with me?” you asked with a cheeky look, making his eyes widen. 

“me?” bachira asked, clearly confused on why you’d ask him to play with you. 

“mhm, i need a partner. so, will you?” you questioned him once again, and without hesitation, bachira nodded his head as he grabbed your hand once again. your heart fluttered, a small blush tinting your cheeks. 

“yes!!” he giggled, dragging you with him off of the play area even though he didn’t have a clue where to go. bachira liked holding your hand, the warmth from your small hands on his was comforting. 

“first, we need to make a kingdom.” you instructed, walking towards the sandbox as you both took off your shoes before entering the small pit. you and bachira grabbed the neatly stacked buckets and shovels before starting your construction. 

“who’s gonna live here?” he questioned, watching you attentively tap the back of the bucket before pulling it off, you tongue sticking out at the corner of your lips from focus. 

“me and you, silly. it’s our kingdom, just for us.” you casually responded and bachira didn’t know why but his tummy felt like there was a bunch of butterflies swarming inside. 

“o-oh, okay.” bachira stuttered, getting a little shy because he’s never caught anyone’s attention nor did anyone dedicate anything to him. 

“why? do you not like it? we could add more things or-”

“no! i would like to live here with you, y/n. it’ll be our neverland.” bachira gave you a warm smile, making you giggle as you nodded your head. 

“yup, we’re gonna have so many fun things. a whole river of chocolate, volcanoes made out of cake, a huge castle with big and bouncy beds and the clouds will be cotton candy!!” you excitedly informed him, making bachira gasp as he clapped his hands, looking at you like you just lit up his entire world. 

“and it’ll rain gum drops!” he added on, the both of you high-fiving before continuing to build your kingdom. 

recess would soon be over as the teacher called all the kids inside. you and bachira walked inside the classroom while holding hands, making all the other stupid children whisper and gossip. you saw bachira lower his head and you felt yourself get a little annoyed. 

“oh, y/n! you made a new friend?” your teacher rushed over, a relieved smile once she saw you both. 

“yup, me and meguru are best friends forever. so, if anyone has a problem with him has a problem with me.” you said very loud and clear, hearing the whispers die down as you’re sure the kid from earlier probably told people around him about the incident. 

the rest of the day was spent as usual and class would soon be over. you waited for your mom to come and pick you up, passing time with bachira who was also waiting for his mom to come. 

“follow me.” you whispered, linking your arms with his as you pulled him away from the teacher who was busy talking to another parent. 

“huh? won’t we get in trouble, though?” bachira tried to reason, but you shook your head. 

“nope, we just have to be quiet.” you placed a finger on your lips, trying to hush him. bachira agreed with your words, allowing you to take him wherever you pleased. you guys were now in the school’s garden, filled with a variety of pretty flowers. 

“you see those things flying around? my papa told me that they’re called fireflies when we were gardening.” you told him, crouching down as you observed the tiny insects flying. 

“so cool, but why are they called that? do they have fire powers?” bachira innocently asked, making you chuckle. it was still lightly outside, so the creatures looked like normal flies or other flying insects. 

“catch one of them and you’ll see the magic.” you suggested and bachira looked at you with a weird look at first, a little bewildered but he decided to trust you. after a few minutes of struggling, he caught one and quickly closed his palms. 

“got it!” he laughed with a pant, showing you his closed palms. 

“good, now open your hands and see.” you encouraged him and he did so, only for his face to be scrunched up in disgust. 

“eww.” bachira said as he scrutinized the squashed bug on the palm of his hands, yellow liquid on his flesh. 

“you squished it, meguru.” you laughed, fishing out a tissue from your pocket as you wiped his hands. bachira couldn’t be bothered about the dead bug in his hands, more caught up on how gently you wiped away the remains of the bug.  

it made his chest feel fuzzy. 

“here, i’ll help you.” you offered, grabbing his hands as you tried to slowly and gently catch one of the fireflies with him. bachira watched your every move with nothing but amazement. 

“got one.” you blurted out, feeling the firefly circle around the walls it’s been placed in which would be your and bachira’s hands. 

“now watch closely.” you sang out before slowly releasing the firefly, the neon green light no visible on the butt of the bug. bachira gasped, his eyes widening as he watched the creature light up. 

“wow!! that was so cool, y/n.” bachira’s face warmed, adrenaline being pumped inside his veins from how much serotonin you caused him to release from such simple actions. 

“meguru, home time!” 

“y/n, papa’s here! let’s go, honey!”

you both heard your parents call for you in the distance. 

“will we play together again tomorrow?” he nervously asked, looking at you with his bright honey colored eyes. his hands clutched onto his shirt near his heart, gulping harshly as he tried to prepare himself in case you’d decline his offer. bachira didn’t know why, but today still felt like a dream to him, he’s never had this much fun in school before.

bachira would always play by himself in the corner, either in the building blocks section or dribbling with his soccer ball. he would eat alone and even when he’d go home, he’d spent most of his time with his mom. 

of course, bachira didn’t mind spending time with his mom as she was the only person bachira held so dearly in his little heart. however, even though birthdays were spent with him and his mom, it still felt quite lonely. 

but now bachira grew fond of you. your existence in his life now has turned his world around. 

“of course we will! we’ll play together forever and ever because we’re best friends forever now.” you hugged him, making him stiffen from the sudden action of affection. but soon, bachira would give in and hug you back before letting out a small giggle. 

“thanks, y/n. i love playing with you.”

—

“incominggg!!” you screamed, lunging towards the figure of the boy who was breathing heavily on the soccer field. you latched onto bachira’s back, giggling as his turned his head to the side to look at you through his peripheral vision. 

“y/n?!” bachira exclaimed in shock, quickly letting go of the soccer ball in his hands to tightly grasp the back of your thighs so that you don’t fall. 

“who else would it be, meguru?” you asked, your tone a little sarcastic which made him laugh. 

“you’re right, just didn’t expect you to be here. are you stalking me?” he teased you, making you hum in response. 

“maybe, why? i can’t even come to my best friend’s games to support him?” you faked a dramatic cry, making bachira roll his eyes as he walked over to the bench with you still on his back to grab his duffle bag. 

“alright, you little drama queen. so, how was i?” bachira gave you a smirk, making you shoot out your hand to give him a thumbs up. 

“awesome as always, duhh! we’re talking about the bachira meguru, aka my best friend, who is the world’s best dribbler in soccer!” you continued to shower him in compliments, making the tips of his ears go red from slight embarrassment. 

“hm, good. you should always look at me during these games, you know.” bachira arrogantly said, making you pinch his cheeks. 

“don’t get too cocky now, or else you’ll get ahead of yourself.” you warned him as you watched him wince from your tight squeeze. 

“okay, okay, i got it.” bachira quickly blurted out, walking home with you as you yawned. 

“mm, meguru you’re all sweaty, sticky and nasty. hurry up and take us home.” you whined, making him scoff. 

“you threw yourself on my back willingly, not my fault.” he quickly defended, making you let out a heavy sigh. despite your complaints, you snuggled closer to him and felt his hold on you tighten. 

“i know, it’s because i missed you so much and i was so excited that your team won. also, i like being close to you like this, you feel warm.” you mumbled to yourself, feeling yourself get a little sleepy as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. the blonde tips of his hair tickled your face, but you didn’t care that much. 

“yeah?” he asked, feeling his heart jump when he felt the slight graze of your nose and lips against the skin of his neck. you and bachira have been friends for about eleven years now, the both of you stuck to each other by the hip like glue. 

everything on your mind, going on in your life and just anything in general had to be shared with bachira. he was your other half, the only person in the entire world that you cherished more than life itself after your parents. the same went for bachira, you were like a warm spring breeze after a rough winter, refreshing and comforting. 

he couldn’t have wished for a better friend than you. 

bachira would soon hear soft snores in his ear, the feeling of your warm breath fanning over his neck as you peacefully slumbered on his back. his lips curled upwards unknowingly, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“i’m home.” bachira announced as he entered the doors of his home, kicking his shoes off while still making sure to hold you tightly while he does so. his mom comes out of the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her body as she gave her son a welcoming smile. 

“welcome home, meguru. oh, y/n is here too? my, my! you should’ve told me earlier, i would’ve made her favorite for dinner.” bachira’s mother said in disappointment, her eyes traveling to your sleeping form on her son’s back. she came towards you before lightly booping your nose, watching you scrunch your nose from the sudden impact before she softly chuckled at your reaction. 

bachira’s mom absolutely adored you, crying on every single birthday of bachira’s when you’d show up at their doorsteps in your cute little dress and a box neatly wrapped with a bow. the way you loved and adored her son made her heart swell with happiness, knowing that in this world perhaps some kind of good does exist. 

that good being you.

to bachira’s mom, you were an angel sent from heaven and she loves you to pieces just like how she loves her son. 

“y/n is fine with anything you cook, mama. i’m gonna set her on my bed then go shower.” bachira assured his worried mother, making her nod as she patted his unoccupied shoulder. 

“okay- oh! i almost forgot, some mail came in for you today, meguru.” his mother scurried over to the small table by the tv, grabbing the envelope before handing it to her son. bachira hummed in response, thanking her before heading upstairs to his room. 

bachira entered his room, gently laying you down on his bed. he saw you fuss for a minute, groaning at the loss of contact with his body. bachira watched you in pure amusement, hands at his hips as he observed you. deciding to not be mean, he placed a pillow between your arms which you instinctively hugged tightly before dozing back into a deep sleep. 

bachira placed the envelope on his study table, deciding to open it after he showered. by the time he stepped out of his bathroom, he saw you sitting up on the bed, drenched in sweat as you fanned yourself. the sight of bachira coming out of the shower half naked with only a towel wrapped around his waist wasn’t a new sight for you nor did you mind it. 

you both were very comfortable around each other and bachira didn’t mind it either. though, your eyes would always stay a few seconds longer on his very well sculpted body. he was slightly shorter than his other teammates, even though he was nearly 5′8 in height and easily hovered above you. regardless, his body was in great condition as he worked out very frequently. 

“oh, sleeping beauty has awakened?” he teased, watching your red and hot flushed face have beads of sweat cover it. you gave him a quick glare before throwing a pillow at him. 

“shut up, i’m boiling here. it feels like i’m in satan’s butthole.” you said, making him snort from your obnoxious commentary. 

“my bad, i forgot to turn on the air conditioner before i left. just go and take a shower, it’ll help you cool off. i’ll have the room be cold by the time you come back.” bachira suggested and you decided to go along with his idea, probably stinking of sweat anyways. 

you opened his closet, rummaging through his clothes to find a t-shirt and a pair of shorts to wear. bachira heard you close the door of his bathroom and the ‘click’ sound of the lock, indicating that you’ve already gone to shower. he took this as an opportunity to slip on his clothes before going over to his desk to grab the ac remote. he pressed the power button, the roaring of the cool air immediately starting to cool off his room. 

as bachira was setting down the remote, his eyes fell on the envelope his mom handed him earlier. he grabbed the mail, sitting down on the bed before ripping it open. he took out the letter and began to read it. 

“blue lock?” bachira murmured to himself, eyes continuing to scan the paper. he realized that finally his talent and love for soccer was getting the recognition that it deserved. bachira was aware of how skillful he was, never denying the fact that he was some kind of soccer prodigy. even as a child, his love and passion for soccer set him to be different than the other kids. 

bachira meguru’s talent in soccer is what made him be seen as the freak in school. 

“ahh, that feel so much better.” your voice woke him up from his trance, shoving the paper inside the envelope before shoving it under his pillow. he didn’t know why he did that as he never hid anything from you. but, bachira felt like he needed some more time to think on it before letting you know. 

“see, i told you.” bachira gave you a smile, watching you almost drown in his clothes because of how baggy they were around you. but, you liked wearing bachira’s clothes because it was so comfortable and roomy. 

you plopped on his bed right next to him, enjoying the cold air from the ac hitting your freshly showered face. you drew random shapes on bachira’s hand before playing with his fingers. your eyes would always fall on the band tightly secured on his ring finger, your initials on it as you had a matching one with him on your finger with his intials on it. on the side, a small drawing of a firefly was engraved on it. 

it was a promise ring that you both gave each other to never leave each other’s side ever. to some it may seem like some silly promise a bunch of stupid teenagers made at the age of sixteen, but this promise was something you and bachira held to both of your hearts very strictly. 

“y/n.” bachira suddenly called out your name. 

“hm?” you hummed in response. 

“what would you do if i had to go away for like a few months?” he asked out of the blue, looking into your eyes for an honest answer. 

“i would kill myself.” you blurted out without any hesitation. bachira’s eyes widened and his jaw fell open. 

“what?!” he exclaimed, making you burst into a fit of laughter from his priceless reaction. 

“y/n, that was not funny!” he whined, shoving you to the side as you calmed down from your laughing high. 

“sorry, sorry, but i was partially kidding. anyways, this is actually what i would do.” you said, making him tilt his head in confusion as he watched you attentively to see what your next move would be. 

you sat up, climbing onto him before tightly wrapping your arms around him. your legs straddled his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. bachira’s head spun around, the scent of his shampoo was hitting his senses as your wet hair tickled his nose. 

“i’d super glue myself on you so that wherever you go, you’d be forced to take me with you. or, i’ll chain you inside my basement as hostage so that you can’t leave.” you joked, making him chuckle as you felt the vibration from his chest waving on yours. 

“so dramatic.” he squished your cheeks together, making a pout form on your lips. 

“we’re talking about basically my life support here. i can’t let you leave my side, then what will i do? who will i come to when even the slightest minor inconvinience occurs in my life? nope, you’re not going anywhere, meguru.” you quickly shook your head, tightening your embrace around him as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent that you never got tired of. 

you always said these kind of things to him, so bachira was used to it. but, after getting that note from that blue lock place, your words were hitting a different spot in his heart. bachira couldn’t deny the fact that you did things to him, you made his heart feel funny and his stomach churn with nervousness. 

he convinced himself that perhaps it was a silly little crush that he grew up with because you were his first friend and pretty much the only person he ever paid attention to. bachira thought that he’d get over it as time passed by, but it only seemed that his feelings for you grew stronger and stronger. 

yet, he would silence those pesky feelings because he didn’t want to ruin this beautiful friendship of his with you. bachira loved being friends with you and even though he’d feel like he’s over the moon if you were his lover, he’d rather not risk it. the boy would feel destroyed and never forgive himself if he were to ever lose you from his life. 

“meguru, y/n! dinner’s ready, come downstairs.” you both heard his mom call for you guys, making you roll off of him as you both headed downstairs. 

the fresh smell of chicken stew along with stir-fried noodles hit you nose, making your mouth water. you looked at the dinner table and saw it filled with many of your and bachira’s favorite food. 

“ms. yu! ahh, you ate and left no crumbs again.” you complimented, shamelessly sitting down next to bachira as you quickly grabbed your chopsticks, inhaling the noodles. his mother watched you with heart eyes, loving how you appreicated her as much as you did to her son. 

“i wanted to make more of your favorite dishes but it was getting late, meguru didn’t tell me you were coming over.” she said, slight guilt washing over her tone as she always tried her best to please you just like how she pleased her son. 

“are you kidding? this is heavenly, i’d cross the seven seas just for a bite.” you hummed in bliss as you continued to eat. you made the woman very happy with your words, watching her eyes glimmer. 

“make sure to eat a lot then.” she came over to ruffle your hair and you eagerly nodded your head. 

you knew bachira’s situation was a little complicated. from the very beginning it has always been just bachira and his mom. she worked part time at a local supermarket while making some extra cash on the side as an artist. bachira told you that his dad abandoned the family when his mother found out that she was pregnant, leaving her to raise a child all by herself. 

the story still brings you to tears every time you remember it. both bachira and his mother suffered a lot, especially the poor woman. raising a child alone was difficult, and you knew that making ends meet was very hard on ms. yu. yet, you couldn’t help but be so proud of her for raising her son so well. 

she was an amazing mom and you always made sure to make her a mother’s day card every year to remind her that she deserved more recognition than she gets. 

“did you open the mail, meguru?” his mom suddenly asked, catching your ears as you looked at bachira with curious eyes. you saw how the spoon stopped on his lips, as he harshly swallowed. 

“yeah.” bachira answered, a small smile on his lips. 

“you got a letter, meguru? from who? a secret girlfriend or maybe the lottery?” you threw crazy assumptions on the table, making his mom chuckle from your silly behavior. 

“no, you idiot. it’s from this soccer bootcamp place called blue lock. they gave me an invitation to join them and they said that they can help me get into nationals.” bachira finally released the bomb, a nervous laugh following after his last few words. his mom gasped in shock, her chopsticks dropping from her hold as she rushed over to her son’s side, pulling him into a tight hug. 

“oh my god!! that’s so amazing, meguru! is it finally getting fun, now?” she rocked him back and forth, petting his head as bachira smiled brightly. 

“yeah.” he answered, his eyes trailing to your figure as you stopped eating. your chopsticks poking and playing around with your food. you noticed bachira’s stare on you and you quickly fixed your face, giving him your best smile you could make at the moment. 

“come here, y/n!” bachira’s mother opened her arms wider, ushering you to come and join the hug. you got up from your chair, accepting the invitation as you rubbed her back while she cried tears of joy. 

“congrats, meguru.” you mumbled into his hair, trying very hard to contain your own tears. but the thing is, you didn’t know if these tears were from happiness or sadness. 

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” you quickly excused yourself, running upstairs as you entered his room. you knew that bachira would most likely follow in afterwards, so you locked yourself in his bathroom. all the tears that you’ve been holding in came down like a waterfall, as you sobbed in your palms. 

you knew it was selfish of you to think this way, you know that you should be happy for him. and you were happy! deep in your heart, you were so proud of bachira for coming such a long way. you knew that he struggled with his self-confidence since childhood, underestimating his abilities because those jackass kids continued to kick him around. 

but, you were his wall. you protected him and supported him every single step of the way. you knew that if bachira went to blue lock, then he could definitely make it to nationals and one day play for the world cup to bring victory home. 

you had faith in him as you always rooted for him. 

if he could win then it would help his mom with their finances so much. you knew that a huge boulder would be relieved from her shoulders. 

yet, you couldn’t help but let a piece of you feel shattered. you’ve never been away from bachira for long as even long distance vacations would involve both your parents and bachira’s mom to go together. you chest squeezed in pain, never expecting that the day you’d have to let him go would come this soon. 

“y/n, you okay in there?” you heard a knock on the bathroom door as bachira called out for you. you quickly cleared your throat before speaking.

“yeah, give me a minute.” you tried your best to sound as normal and coherent as possible. you flushed the toilet to pretend that you were using it before turning on the faucet to wash your hands and face. after drying yourself, you opened the bathroom door and was met with your best friend’s clearly concerned face. 

“calm down, i just had an upset stomach ‘cause i ate too fast.” you quickly tried to dismiss him with your lie, only to earn a scoff from him. 

“liar.” he shot you down, making you wince as you knew that there was no point in even trying to lie to him. this man has known you pretty much his entire life, so he knew you like the back of his hand. 

“i’m not.” you still tried to argue with your reasoning, though you knew it was futile. you laid down on his bed, grabbing your phone as you tried to busy yourself with scrolling through social media. bachira followed behind you, sitting next to your laying form. 

he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his gaze was intense and it was getting extremely hard to keep your character. 

“yeah, no.” bachira blurted out, swiftly grabbing the phone out of your hands before setting it on the floor beneath him. you looked at him with small glare. 

“hey, i was watching how to make tirimisu! give it back.” you grumbled, draping yourself over his lap as you tried to reach the ground to grab your phone. however, bachira had enough of your games. 

he pushed you down on the bed before caging you between his arms as you were now pinned down under him. your eyes widened as you could feel heat rising to your cheeks. bachira looked at you with a frown when you tried to avert your gaze away from him. 

“hey, don’t look away from me.” he pouted, bringing a hand to grab your chin to force you to face him again. you let out a sigh, looking at him with sad eyes. it was no point in hiding your emotions anymore knowing how persistent he was. 

“i know that whole blue lock thing is bothering you, y/n.” bachira said as if he was reading your mind on the side. 

“no-”

“y/n, i know it is. i’m not stupid, i know when you’re bothered and what’s bothering you.” he snapped at you, making you let out a heavy sigh. 

“fine, yeah it is.” you shamefully admitted, not wanting to even look at him in the eyes. it was such a great opportunity and instead of cheering him on, you were trying to hold him back. 

“okay.” bachira simply said, getting off of you as you cocked an eyebrow in confusion. you watched him grab the letter before crumbling it into a little ball, walking over the the trash can by his door. your eyes widened as you quickly jumped out of the bed, stopping in front of him to block him from throwing the paper out.

“are you crazy, meguru?!” you questioned his sanity, watching him shrug your shock off. 

“if it bothers you then i won’t go. i love soccer but i love you more, as long as i can play with people and have you by my side then i’m fine.” bachira answered you and that familiar feeling of your chest tightening came back. an overwhelming feeling of just wanting to crash yourself onto him and keep bachira all to yourself powered over you. 

“oh, meguru..” you breathed out, tears welling in your eyes before streaming down your cheeks. you pulled him into a bone crushing hug, making bachira stumble behind as his knees hit the side of the bed. you purposely pushed him so that you both could fall on the bed. 

“i would never stop you from doing what you love, meguru. go to blue lock and become the best striker, ‘kay?” you said as you hugged him tighter, wetting his shirt with your tears as bachira protectively hugged your waist. 

“y/n.” his voice croaked, making you lift your head up as you looked down at his face. you gave him a sad smile before wiping away the warm tears that slid down his cheeks. 

“don’t cry, meguru. ah, you’re making this so much harder. imagine yourself playing in a big stadium, thousands of people screaming ‘bachira! bachira! bachira!’ and boom! you make your goal and the crowd goes wild.” you stroked his cheeks as you softly spoke, his honey colored eyes softened as he leaned into your touch. 

“will you be there?” bachira asked dryly and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. 

“i’ll be in the front row seat holding a big poster of your face while screaming your name. just don’t forget me when you become famous, ‘kay? i was your number one fan since the beginning.” you huffed out, making him laugh as he rubbed your back. 

“i won’t forget my weirdo.” bachira said with a cheeky grin, making you look down at him with loving eyes. 

“find friends over there that’ll play soccer with you, meguru. don’t ever lose your love for soccer, okay? you’ll always be the best to me.” you said as your eyes shone with admiration, leaning down to place a soft peck on his cheek. 

bachira’s heart was on fire from your words and your little actions. he felt like he was going to explode because of these burdensome feelings. 

“i’m in love with you, y/n. i have always loved you, ever since we were kids. i know that it’s very sudden but i can’t stop my feelings for you anymore.” bachira confessed, biting down on his lower lip as he waited for the bitter taste of rejection to hit him. 

instead, he was met with the sweet taste of your lips. the taste of your strawberry flavored chapstick met his tastebuds as he felt your plump lips move along his. you tangled your fingers between the locks of his two-toned hair, tugging on it as you continued to deepen the kiss by angling your face. you nipped on his lower lip playfully. bachira felt your lips come to a stop, making him let out a shaky breath. 

you smiled against his lips before softly landing a few pecks on his lips. you looked at him, seeing that his cheeks were now rosy red and his lips a little swollen from the kiss. 

“i love you too, meguru. when you come back, i’ll be waiting for you with open arms. in the future, we’ll get married and you’ll make me a soccer wife.” you said with dreamy eyes and the mere thought of it pulled on bachira’s heart strings. he grabbed your hand, the one where your ring finger was wrapped with the promise band. he kissed it before kissing your knuckles. 

you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. 

“of course, we’re the perfect pair after all.” bachira said with a cheeky smile before placing a hand on the back of your head, pulling your face towards his to place his lips back on yours. 

you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more than before. 

[thebestsetter]

Thinking about Bachira Meguru assuming he's unlovable.

Being called a monster for their whole childhood really makes a mark on a person's life and self-esteem. But for Bachira, they were unavoidable.

At first, he tried to ignore the mean comments and pretend he didn't hear them. Maybe that would make the loneliness go away. Maybe it would make the problems disappear.

"He's a freak!"

"Eww, don't get too close to Bachira! You'll get lice!!"

"He's stinky"

He heard the whispers. He just used to pretend he didn't. For both his and the children's sake. So he could pretend he was normal. At least for a while.

And, sometimes, even parents, grown-ass adults, called him weird. Shouldn't they set an example for their kids? They tell them: "Don't judge other people! You never know what they're going through!", but are always the first to talk shit about someone, even if said someone is a little kid.

"Poor kid. It's probably the parents fault."

"He says sees a 'monster'! He's probably schizophrenic."

"My son is afraid of him. Specially when he's playing soccer. He said he's very scary"

He tried to ignore them. He really did. He tried to smile through it all and treat people the same way he always had nevertheless: with respect. Because crying would make his problems real. He didn't want them to be real. And he was doing a good job at it! But one faithful day, he snapped. The final nail in the coffin.

"When I grow up, I want to be a football player, just like Zico!" 11 year old Bachira said, showing the whole class a drawing of him, Zico and his monster playing soccer together. His smile was as bright and blinding as ever, specially because he was talking about his passion: soccer. He loved it so much. It helped him escape the harsh reality for a while.

The class went silent. They used to think Bachira was weird, to put it slightly, but this? It just made him even more weird! They all knew that he could never be a football player. He was an outcast. A freak. He was a monster. And monsters couldn't live with humans. Nobody wanted a monster on their team.

And so, instead of clapping like they did with the other kids' drawings, the class started to laugh. It started out quiet, but later it turned into a full, loud laugh. All of them. And Bachira always dreamed of making everyone there laugh, but not like this. They weren't laughing with him or because of him, they were laughing at him.

"Uh? What's happening, miss?" He asked the teacher, confused and on the verge of crying. He couldn't cry here. Not in front of them, please. That would be another thing for them to laugh at.

He swears on his life that he heard the teacher laugh a little, before the adult crouched down to match his size, grabbed his drawing and put it on his desk, while the other kids' drawings were being stuck to the board with tape. And then, he heard one of the worst sentences he ever heard in his life. One that he knew would definitely keep him awake at night:

"Meguru, being a football player is too hard for you. Why don't you settle for something more real and reachable? Like a doctor or a lawyer?"

He didn't understand. Some kids here wanted to be astronauts, others wanted to be models. Hell, one wanted to be a dinosaur babysitter. And their drawings were hanging on the wall, like they were going to be achieved. Bachira felt like no one believed in him. Like he was being put aside.

He then realized the problem wasn't what he wanted to do. It was him. Anyone could be a football player, but he couldn't. Because he was a monster. He was different from others.

And so, the tears began to fall. One by one, first from his left away and then from his right eye. His vision began to blurry. Left eye, right eye. Left, right, left right. Kids laughing, teacher laughing. His drawing on the desk. Left, right. Left right. He couldn't even see his own hands anymore from how blurred his vision was. He looked to his side. Left, right. The door. His escape. He needed to leave.

So, without second thought, Bachira ran towards the door. He couldn't care less for the teacher calling his name. He wouldn't come looking for him anyway. Nobody would. Nobody cared enough to do it.

He sat behind a tree, protected by it's shadow. He continued to cry. Hard. He put his hands in his eyes to try and stop the tears from falling, but he couldn't. He needed to let it all out. He just wished he had someone by his side during his breakdown. He really wanted a shoulder to rely on.

"Hey"

Maybe he was, indeed, schizophrenic. Because, the moment he looked up, he saw a girl he swore was too pretty to be real. The sunset made her have an angelic glow, and the wind made her hair flow just the right way. Her face was like a greek statuate, and he swore he could hear a soothing symphony playing in the background when he met her eyes: they were the most beautiful color he had ever seen, and he could imagine himself being lost and found in them. She was just too pretty. Too pretty to be here for him. And so, he managed to stop crying for a while and said, between sniffs:

"Did you lose a bet?"

The way your face contorted was almost comic.

"What?"

"Did someone pay you to come here? Where are the cameras? And how much was it?"

"I didn't lose any bet" you said, frowning. "I came here to check on you because I wanted to. I don't get why everyone laughed at you. Your dream is not stupid. Nobody's dream is."

"Even Richard's? He said he wants to be a dinossaur nanny" he said before he even thought about it. He then widened his eyes, because what if you were Richard's friend? What if you hated him now because he said something bad about your friend? What if he already screwed everything up? What if...

"Okay, you win. That one's actually stupid." You laughed. He made you laugh. This time, someone was laughing because of him. He felt like he was capable of everything at that moment. Your laugh was a sweet, infecting, honey-like melody. It made him wanna laugh too. He didn't realize it, but he had already stopped crying, and was now just staring at you with big, blown and unwavering eyes. His mouth slightly parted, like he was studying you and comitting everything about you to memory. Almost as if you were indeed an ilusion, and would disappear the second he blinked. He couldn't believe you were real. You were real, and you were talking to him.

After a while, you stopped laughing and finally noticed his intense staring. Suddenly bashful, your cheeks turned a bright red.

"I-I just want you to know that you shouldn't be ashamed of your dream. I think- no, I'm sure you can achieve it. You just have to work hard for it. I-I've seen you playing sometimes, and it's honestly amazing how focused you are. Bachira, I want to be your friend. That's it, if you'll let me-"

He hugged you. Hard. If it was any other time, he would have been afraid of scaring you off with the sudden hug, but he couldn't care less right now. He needed this. He needed a friend. You were just what he needed. You were perfect.

He started to cry again. This time, the first tear came out of his right eye. Right, left. His vision was getting blurred from how hard he was smiling. Right, left. Right, left. Your arms hugging him back. Right, left. The sound of the school bell, signalizing the end of the school day. People would see you and him hugging and you would probably be called weird by them for being next to him, but you still didn't break the hug. Right, left.

He didn't want to escape like he did during the class incident. No. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted time to stop, to be in your arms for eternity. He didn't want to pull away. He finally made a friend. You were his first friend.

Bachira Meguru used to think he was unlovable, but you proved him wrong. You proved he could, in fact, be loved. He wasn't a monster. He wasn't a freak. He was Bachira Meguru. Your best friend. And he wore that title with pride. Later on, he had the honour to be called your boyfriend, and he was even prouder of that one.

He used to think he would never find happiness. That's why, the moment the ref blew the whistle signalizing the end of Japan U-20 against Blue Lock eleven match and securing Blue Lock's victory, he couldn't think of anything else besides his girl. He ran across the field to you. Because you were like a magnet. He couldn't be apart from you, or else it felt like the whole earth would explode. He was yours and you were his. You both were meant to be.

"You did it! I love you, Meguru!"

He laughed. A pretty, genuine laugh followed by a couple of tears, beginning from his right eye, of course. His mother was recording behind you both, the blue lock team was smirking and whistling at the sight of you two and the television was streaming the moment for the whole world to see. But neither of you cared about the extra eyes. You were the only ones on the world. You always made him feel like that, and he hopes he makes you feel that way, too.

"I love you so much. Thank you."

Thank you for being with me. Thank you for being there. Thank you for not leaving me. Thank you for accepting the title of being my girlfriend proudly. Thank you for being you. Thank you for everything. Thank you.

He then lifted you and spun you in the air, smiling hard. He brought your lips closer and then kissed you. A kiss full of emotion and love. So much love: raw and pure.

You proved he wasn't just lovable. He was also capable of loving. And there's nothing prettier than loving someone.

Bachira Meguru was lovable, and you made sure to show him that. You loved him, and he would do everything to keep it that way forever.

~A/N: there's a "saying" that says that if you're crying and the first tear is from the left eye, you're crying from sadness. If the first tear comes out of the right eye, they're happy tears!!

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[mahyuume]

THINKIN’ BOUT YOU

— synopsis. not missing you after splitting up would’ve been easier if it wasn’t for everything that reminded of you surrounding him.

pairing. various bllk boys x reader | genre. angst, post-breakup. | mlist

HE THINKS ABOUT YOU STILL, but in denial he does. whenever in public by passing a store you both used to go to as a date or just as a way to give gifts you liked to each other, he thinks of you guys together again. of course, it’s even obvious he misses you. even if he tries so hard to get over feelings he calls left overs, he just can’t. and everyone notices.

he suggests it’s normal to be this hung over a break up, which it is, but to this extent? he’s already bought you apology gifts for how he acted before in hopes of you at least forgiving him and returning to good terms. friends at least. but he doesn’t let anyone know about that, because who would he be if everyone was right about him still missing you?

MICHAEL KAISER, sae itoshi, REO MIKAGE, RIN ITOSHI.

WAS THIS TRULY THE BEST? he gets the whole deal of breaking up and supporting each other from the sidelines, a way of saying ‘oh i still like you but not that way!’ is nice, since your still in each other’s lives… but does it really have to be this way?

he knows that you know small words of praise and encouragement mean differently when it comes between you.

“congratulations on winning today’s game.” you say with a small smile. he returns one and runs off to his teammates, reluctantly avoiding you. though he might avoid you, in the back of his mind, the idea and past memories of the actual ways you’d congratulate him is different.

he thinks back on the winner kisses you’d give him with your big smile that could light up dark tunnels, kisses that could warm a cold face, and a hug that felt like a mother’s embrace.

he wishes you two could’ve ended differently.

ISAGI YOICHI, BACHIRA MEGURU, REO MIKAGE, chigiri hyoma, TABITO KARASU.

HE WANTS YOU BACK, HE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU. all his friends, teammates, hell even coaches overhear from time to time hear about how much he regrets ending things with you. even if it was for the best (worse in his opinion), he just can’t stand the feeling of letting someone like you go through his grasp.

everyone’s tired of it honestly; by how much he would talk about you during practices, breaks, morning, night, even while eating. his yearning for you is clear, everyone just wants you two back together to shut him up, but he knows better than to contact you after everything. I mean, who calls up their ex begging for another chance?

he does.

OLIVER AIKU, SHIDOU RYUSEI, otoya eita.

EVERYTHING’S OKAY AS IT IS, he thinks. it’s okay you two went your separate ways, because that’s how life goes. though the thought of you makes his head hurt and his heart ache, it’s okay.

he mentally agrees with himself that no matter what happens between you, all he wants is that you’re happy and perfect as you are. even if he isn’t by your side. even if he wants to be; holding your hand, playing games together, watching movies, and regular things couples did.

but it’s okay. everything is okay as it is, he thinks. even if you’re not in his life anymore, since you wanted to pursue the no contact move. he agreed with you that it’s for the best and that you guys should live your lives doing what you must.

even if it isn’t what he wants, even if he hates it. it’s okay, because you’re happy as it is.

NAGI SEISHIRO, HIORI YO, rin itoshi, kurona ranze, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, raichi jingo.

𝜗𝜚. hhehehe did u guys realize title was based off frank ocean’s song,,,, but anyways hi! first bllk fic since like last year or so, and this has been in drafts for a whole year omfg but anyways I hope u guys like this!! please like and reblog if you did hehehwheh…

[imraespace]

LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE ─

─ WITH RIN ITOSHI !!

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Coffee jelly? Already have it! Where are you heading right now? To your home! With Rin! About to watch a movie.. what kind? Horror! Sounds.. fun!

━ 4:30 PM

"Welcome home!- oh.." Reo greeted you, until his eyes landed on the tall figure besides you.

"He's over for our project." You stated, taking off your shoes as Rin idly stared at you from behind.

Seishiro walked up behind Reo, candy in his mouth from you. He stared at the boy, then at Reo.

"Do you want the living room?" Seishiro asked you.

Your face lit up at his surprising request.

"Really?" You asked.

He nodded. But..

"Only if we joined." Reo clarified.

Your face dropped. You stared at the boy for a bit, trying to figure out what's up with him. Maybe you should check that one group chat with the boy, you haven't opened it ever since you were placed in it, but there seems to be a bunch if activity happening there.

You sighed, and turned to Rin.

"Are you okay with being in my room again? Reo's being weird.." You muttered.

Rin stared at you, pondering on your words. He had no problems from the start with it, but just the thought of you thinking about him caused a weird feeling in his core. Your words replayed in his mind, Reo.. what's his problem?

"I don't mind it." He simply said.

"HEY? I'M RIGHT HERE?" Reo shouted, but you ignored.

You turned around and made your way towards your bedroom with Rin closely behind.

Reo was taken back, you.. IGNORED HIM? That's a first.. Actually it isn't.

He turned to the boy behind him, disbelief on his face. Yet Seishiro didn't seem to match his expression.

"Did you see that?" Reo asked the boy. He nodded, of course.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?"

"Yes I can."

"You're on my side Seishiro."

"Oh."

Step step, slowly but surely, you both made it to your room. Your hand hovered over the knob, gently grabbing onto it and soon enough you both were greeted with the same room that started this.

You turned around to face the male behind you and found out that he had already beaten you to it, startling you a bit. Forgetting what just happened, you stepped aside, inviting him in.

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"You can get comfy while I set up the movie.." You mumbled, taking off your bag and making your way to do as you said.

Rin stared at you for a bit, watching your every move, but he stopped himself, removed his bag, and made himself a space on your bed.

For some reason, Rin has a small feeling in his chest this time around inside your room. He stared at your bag for a bit, then started taking out the coffee jelly you bought, along with the candy given to you.

Your eyes caught onto his actions and then asked..

"Do you want more snacks?"

"Huh?" He let out.

You stared at the sweets on the bed and then continued.

"I'll get us more snacks, not candy.. and something to drink. I'll be right back. You can find the movie for us." And without another word, you left.

He stared at the door, surrounded by the silence. His eyes shifted to the screen in front of him. Find the movie for us.

His hand reached out for the remote on your bed, grabbed it, and did just that.

Soon, The Shining was displayed on the screen and a small smile was formed on his face.

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"What are you doing down here?" Reo mumbled, staring at your hasted movements.

"I'm here for snacks." You answered, grabbing a bag of popcorn.

"That's the last bag!" He exclaimed, following behind you.

"Too bad.." You simply replied, placing it in the microwave. He sighed behind you, watching as you walked to get a bowl and two cups.

"Is it a date up there.." He muttered, but you heard, stopping in your tracks. His eyebrow raised at your sudden reaction then a smirk was formed.

"How WAS the date? Y'know, the one at the candy shop?" He suddenly asked.

Your head whipped in his direction, offering him a glare.

"It wasn't a date.. and don't stick your nose here." You spat out, catching him off guard.

"YOUNG LADY?"

Ping!

"Oh, it's done! I must go now, bye!" You exclaimed, taking the popcorn out and placing it into the bowl, and reached out for the cups, until a hand blocked you.

"You're rather bold here, inviting a boy over, and now attitude?" He muttered, STILL WITH THE SMIRK.

He's teasing you..

You glared at him, a small pout formed and instead, made your way toward the fridge and grabbed a few of your favorite drinks.

Reo caught on and grabbed the popcorn, that is.. until you stepped on his feet, taking it instead and making your escape.

You regret this already..

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"I'm back.." You muttered walking up to the bed and dunked the snacks on it.

Your eyes made it onto the screen and saw that the movie was already on and waiting.

You turned back to the bed and climbed onto it, sitting next to RIn, but not too close. You let out a sigh, horrors aren't your thing, you never ever in your life sat through and watched a whole movie, but for Rin, you might as well.. If it's his favorite.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Mhm.."

The movie started, the dark room was then brightened and the silence was filled with sound. How will this movie go?

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There was no talking between you both, sound only came from the movie. The more you watched the movie, the more you noticed that there weren't any jumpscares.. yet the psychological side played its part in scaring you.

You were scared that the darkness might eat you up.. Just look away from the screen..

Your eyes shifted from the screen and the bowl of popcorn you have yet to touch, too scared to stretch your hand out into the darkness.. What about Rin? You sneaked a peek at his face and gasped. He looked so entertained.

For the first time, you noticed a small sparkle in his eyes. You turned back to face the screen, watching the movie with a weak expression.

Rin reached out for the popcorn, breaking your focus from the movie and into the darkness of the room.

Being in the dark was actually your favorite, but why now is it so scary? Thoughts entered, what if there's something there? What if..

Knock!

The random knock caught you off guard, letting out a small scream, and shifted closely to Rin. It knocked Rin right out of the movie, focusing on the sound instead.

He stared at your frame, noticing how close you are now. He then eyed the snacks on the bed, it was barely touched by you.

"The sound was probably from your roommates." He clarified.

"Probably.." You muttered, still staring at the door.

Rin noticed and figured out the problem, you're scared. No shit.. dipshit..

He sighed, feeling a bit dumb for not noticing earlier. He took your blanket from behind and placed it over yours and his shoulders. It broke you out of your fright and faced him.

He grabbed some candy and placed it in your hand.

"The movie isn't real, no need to be scared.." He muttered. "You can stay closer if it makes you comfortable."

The racing heart in your chest slowed down a bit, did your crush openly invite you to stay close to him? Yes. But what was on your mind was him looking out for you.

You gently grabbed onto the blanket that was placed over your shoulder and pulled it closer to you, moving slightly towards the boy. Once he noticed that you were comfortable, he played the movie again.

Slowly, it became enjoyable. That psychological part that scared you became the main reason why.

Soon the movie came to an end.

"Wasn't that mean?" Seishiro asked the giggling boy.

"Yes.. but she deserved it." Reo choked out from his laughing fit.

As soon as he knocked on the door and the scream was heard he ran away in a fit. Silly him!

They made their way inside the living room after the dumb prank, they decided to laze around.

That is until after a large amount of minutes passed by, footsteps were heard behind the boy and a small tug on his bun brought him back to reality.

"It was you.. wasn't it?" You muttered.

He let out a huff and turned back around.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." He replied.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to Rin, who was making his way towards the front door with his belongings.

Slowly, you walked up behind him and followed him out of the door.

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"I kinda liked that movie." You started.

"Really?" He asked out loud.

You nodded.

You leaned back on the door, a small smile on your face as you stared at the boy.

"What do you wanna do tomorrow?" You asked him.

He looked away, scratching his head in thought.

"I have practice tomorrow.. but if you want to, you can wait for me."

Ooh.. The smoothness of his voice and the simple words made your heart race just a bit. Will he notice the small blush on your face?

"I will wait, in our classroom."

"Okay well.. until tomorrow."

"Bye."

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Back in your bed, you stared into the darkness, this time with music playing in the background.

Then, a notification caught you off guard. You stared at your phone and turned it on.

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rin - 7:30 P.M.

dont let the darkness take you

rin - 7:30 P.M.

i still need you after all

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"WHAT?"

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As Rin turned off his phone, he rethought his messages, it was to cheer you up. The last one was a joke, signifying that he can't lose you since you're his project partner.

Wow Y/N, calm down!

DAY 3

-REST DAY

━ 6:00 AM

Currently, you're at your desk, in school. Doing what?

"Are you.. actually napping IN CLASS?!" Your loud friend blurted out..

You WERE napping.. not anymore.

You arrived at school earlier than usual so like a habit, you rested your head and entered the sleepland. Your original thought was to venture the school and maybe find some of your new friends from the team, but you thought that sleeping was better.

Now, you were glaring at your friend who only gives you a bright smile.

"Rise and shine!" He exclaimed, placing his bag on his desk then made his way onto your desk as his personal seat.

Yoichi on the other hand stayed in his seat, just turned around to witness his friends' interactions. You yawned, deciding to rise from your desk since you had no other choice unless you wanted to be crushed by Meguru..

"What did you do yesterday? Reo messaged in the group chat last night." Yoichi asked.

That reminded you..

"DID YOU GUYS REALLY HAVE A WHOLE INVESTIGATION IN A GROUP CHAT WITH ME IN IT?" You kinda.. yelled, surprising your classmates. "Oops.." You muttered.

They stared back at you, then each other.. then it clicked!

"OH THAT! Don't worry about that.. actually, pretend you didn't see it! You're all good!" Meguru said, patting your head with a bright smile.

Your eyebrow rose, glaring at him, and removed his hand.

"Yeah, whatever.. We all know I like him now, so we don't need to analyze my every move." You muttered, resting your head in his lap.

The duo stared at your head, then at each other.

"Sorry.. we won't do it, but you can come by us if you need help." Yoichi clarified for you with Meguru backing up his words with a nod.

You looked up at your friends with a small smile and returned his words with a small hum, closing your eyes and deciding to sleep away until it was class time.

━ 12:00 PM

Lunchtime! The students began to scatter, meeting up with friends or simply leaving the classroom to enjoy their lunch.

You stretched the laziness away, staring blankly into the distance, or rather Yoichi's head. He got up with Meguru and they said goodbye to you, leaving to meet up with their own friends. You turned into the direction of the football field, wondering if you should go converse with the others or stay inside.

"Are you going to have lunch up here?" A voice muttered. You turned around and saw Rin looming over you, causing your neck to crane a bit up.

You nodded at his words, with a bit of hesitation. He took Yoichi's chair and turned it around, seating himself across you.

He took out his lunch, placed it on your desk, and took out his phone along with his earphones. You stared at his every movement, wondering what he was trying to do.

He connected the earphones into his phone and placed one bud in his ear, giving you the other side along with his phone.

"If it's okay, play your favorite song.. since we have to learn more about each other.." He mumbled.

A small gasp left your throat. The last part of his words, it sounded like an excuse to cover up that he really wanted to learn more about you. You blinked away your sleepiness, taking the phone and bud from his hands with a slight graze of his own and did as he did, placing the bud in your ear and typed up your favorite song.

Sugar Boo by Serani Poji.

A small blush appeared on your face as the song started playing and you heard a small chuckle from Rin.

"What's so funny.." You muttered, digging for your lunch and a few sweets.

"I just find it a bit funny that your favorite song is about sweets, I think it suits you."

His words caused you to freeze mid-action, staring at his face as he quietly ate his meal and listened to the song. The blush didn't disappear, it became stronger.

He's trying to kill you here.. Is he really the same person that Yoichi and Meguru called scary? He doesn't seem so.

"..Can you play your favorite song? Please? Not because of the project.. I just want to hear it." You confessed.

He stopped chewing for a bit and looked at your figure as you ate your life away, hiding the flustered emotion you have right now.

"Sure, I don't mind."

Then Prayer X by King Gnu started playing.

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"This song kinda suits you, not in a bad way."

"Thanks."

"Our favorite songs are really different.."

"It is.. just like us."

"Mhm.. Can I listen to it more often?" You asked him.

"Of course, I will do the same." He replied.

"Okay.."

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"Y/N, YOU'RE HERE!" Meguru exclaimed, ignoring the tall male behind you.

Everyone turned their head in the direction and started swaming you. A small smile was formed as you greeted everyone.

Your eyes landed on a certain someone who stood out clear as day.

"HYOMA!" You exclaimed, not seeing your close friend in so long did something to your body and you ran up to him.

Hyoma on the other hand just had a small smile on his face, witnessing your incoming frame tackling him in a hug.

"What about us?" Otoya muttered.

You turned to face him and the others and gave them a group hug as well.

"Have you baked anything new?" Karasu asked, walking up to Otoya.

"Nuh uh, I have a project to focus on." You said. He nodded at your words.

"What's the project about?" Yukimiya asked.

You don't really talk to him, but you always greet each other in the hallways.

"I'm partnered up with someone and we have to learn about each other, or something so I forgot." You mumbled.

"And who's this lucky partner of yours?" Aryu gracefully asked.

You stared at the back and locked eyes with him for a bit, then turned back to face the others.

"It's a secret." You simply said.

"WHY?" Otoya asked

"Why not!"

"Unfair.. Lucky bastard.." He muttered.

Lucky indeed, Rin stared at his teammate and took in his reaction. For some reason, he wanted to open up and show off that the lucky bastard is right here.

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━ 3:00 PM

School's over, students run out as if it's the last day on earth and for some reason, a friend of yours who joins that crowd is right here staring at you.

"Aren't you going home?" Meguru asked, causing Yoichi to face you both, bookbag already on his shoulder.

"I'm staying back for a while, don't you guys have practice? Go on.." You told your friends.

"Does Reo and Nagi know?" Yoichi asked.

You nodded.

"Okay, well see you tomorrow. Meguru let's go." Yoichi said, dragging Meguru with him.

Finally, you were left alone in the classroom. You thought of sleeping until Rin is finished with practice but you decided to roam the school a bit, maybe collect some treats on the way.

So with that thought, you got up from your seat and left the classroom to collect some treats.

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On your way, with every moment you got, you stole a peek at the boys practicing and a thought came to mind, a silly one. Old habits never leave.

So with a trip back to your class and a small sneak to the benches, you left Rin an old gift.

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‟ Remember to drink your water when you're practicing hard.

╶L/N. ฅ^._.^ฅ „

Rin stared at the note and looked around.

"When did she come down?" He asked himself yet smiled at your gesture.

"Are you coming Rin?" Yoichi asked the boy.

With silence as a response, the boy drank your gift and walked back into the field, Yoichi following behind.

Time was going by with haste and soon, practice would be over. For the first time in his life, Rin looked forward to when this practice session is over.

A few more rounds went by and..

"FINALLY, I wanna go home," Muguru exclaimed as he collected his items.

"Same.." Sei mumbled as Reo collected his items.

Everyone said goodbye as they left the field and the school, leaving Rin alone. He sighed as he got his items and decided to freshen up in the lockers then meet up with you. He rubbed his eyes, today was a long day and all he wanted to do was sleep right now but he fought it just for you.

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The sound of the door took you out of your show on your phone and you looked at the boy who scanned the classroom for you.

"I'm here." You spoke up, causing him to look in the direction of his seat.

His footsteps sounded heavy as he made his way towards you, pulled a chair and sat, resting his head on the table.

Not a sound was left from him.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"Yeah.. I'm just sleepy that's all." He muttered.

You hummed at his words and stood up, causing him to look up at you. You took his bag from his shoulder and sat back down, resting it on your lap.

Your hands moved on their own as they made their way to the top of his head and gently guided him back onto the table.

"Then you can nap, I'll wake you up when it's time to go." You told him.

He stared at you for a bit, eyes widened then he relaxed a bit.

"Okay.. what about the project?" He asked.

"We can do it later. Please, sleep."

"I will." He softly said, closing his eyes as you gently stroked his head, lulling him further to sleep.

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━ 7:00 PM

Here you are, staring at your ceiling, again. Until the sound of your phone went off. It was Rin.

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rin - 7:100 P.M.

can we talk? not related to the project btw I just wanna talk

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"WHAT?"

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"CAN YOU SHUT UP?" Reo rudely shouted from the living room.

DAY 4

-RIN'S HOUSE

━ 5:00 PM

Sadly, you couldn't bring Rin over again because Reo has some of the team over and you kinda hid the fact about Rin to them.. So you asked to come over!

So here you are at his house, knocking on his door.

You stood there for a while waiting for an answer and were greeted with..

"You.." You muttered, sending daggers at the male in front of you.

"Why are you here?" Sae asked with a bored expression.

"School project, where's Rin?" You asked.

"He's not home as yet, come in I guess." He muttered, moving aside to invite you in.

You walked into the house and were greeted with a new scenery. You took everything in until Sae walked back in front of you.

"You can sit there if you want to," He said pointing at the couch, "Or do whatever you want." He said, walking away.

Is he leaving you alone? No way! It's scary to be here alone what if his parents came and saw you? No way Jose!

Without noticing, you silently followed him into an unknown room. He stopped and turned around to face you.

"Why are you in my room?" He asked, staring at you.

"Is that Rin?" You pointed it out in the corner of his room.

His eyes followed your finger and found what you were talking about. It was a picture of their old football team.

"Yes, it is." He said as you walked up to it, admiring younger Rin.

Then an evil thought popped into Sae's mind.

"I have his baby pictures, wanna see them?"

"YOU DO?!"

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When Rin finally made it back home he found you seated at the dinner table with an odd book.

"You're here already? How long?" He asked you.

You turned around and faced him with an excited smile.

"I've been here for quite some time." You said with a smile. Rin's eyes landed on the boy next to you who stared right back at him with a smirk, silently telling him that you were here alone with him.

Rin's eyes then landed on the book and it clicked.

"What are you doing with this?!" He asked, snatching it out of your hand and glared at you both.

With laughter, you stood up and reached out for the book.

"Cmon! You looked so cute!"

"Don't care, did Sae do anything to you?" He asked you.

"Huh?" You thought out loud, glancing at the brother.

"No.. why?" You asked,

"No reason.."

Sae just smirked at the current conversation and then left, leaving you both alone.

Rin sighed and placed the book back on the table then faced you.

"Did you bring the items?" He asked you.

"I did, with me, creating this poster would be easy!" You exclaimed.

"That's good, I'm not that great in that field." Rin mumbled as he guided you into his room.

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His room was simple, with barely any posters up, completely different from yours.. well maybe the one or two posters related to horror movies were up and his football shirt but that's all.

You sat on his bad and placed everything out on the bed.

"Are you doing it on the bed?" He asked.

"Of course not.." You muttered.

After taking everything out, you sat on the floor, with the bristol board and began sketching.

Rin sat behind you, watching your every movement closely, analyzing the work of art.

If he got any closer to you, he could almost rest his chin on your head. It's like he wanted to.. It's like he did just that.. And he had the audacity to ask you such a question..

"Why did you stop?"

The pencil in your hand stayed still as your breathing quickened. Your mind went blank as soon as his scent reached your nose and his chin rested on the crown of your head. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

Why did you stop? Such a dumb question..

You heard him huff a bit, did he get impatient?

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand getting closer to the pencil, closer to your hand, and rested it on top of yours, guiding your new stroke.

In the end, the poster draft was created with teamwork and silence.

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"Are you going?" He asked you.

You nodded at his words and then looked up at him.

"I'll finish the poster tonight and tomorrow you can come over to see it, since it's our last day."

He nodded at your words, staring down at you.

This time, you tip-toed, wrapping your arms around his neck. He bent a bit, causing your feet to rest back flat on the floor, and wrapped his arms around your body, swallowing you whole with his large arms, gently squeezing your frame.

For some reason, a new environment caused a spark to happen. Was it the thought of you being alone with Sae that pushed him? Or the fact that you're in his room? It could be both. But right now, that boldness caused something positive between you both.

## LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE. --

╴“ WITH RIN ITOSHI?? „

ฅ^._.^ฅ : some things about y/n !! she mostly sleeps through the day, only does stuff IF needed !! with her given gift of being effortlessly smart , all she does in her free time is : nap , eat , sleep. hmm what if.. one day y/n develops a crush and now has to ACTUALLY work to achieve a goal ? : date rin itoshi !!

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-`♥︎´- for this story, i'm trying something new, which includes words/phrases, foods and hometowns from japan and germany. if there's any errors please point it out !

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[aciddrattboyy]

hesitation !

friends to lovers ! friends to lovers! friends to lovers ! or bachira has been your friend since childhood, and while he cant deny his romantic feelings for you now that you were older; you certainly try to deny yours

bachira x f! reader ☆ fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst(maybe) ☆ wc: 2.9k cw: sex jokes lol what else do college boys do a/n: ah i had sooo much fun with this, i think when i write i try to do it in a more traditional way so it was lowkey freeing and fun to get out of my comfort zone and get a bit silly also the frequent kunigami appearances are from my love for him as well he's my 2nd fav bllk character also also theres a very small very unimportant reference to a song somwhere in here and im interested to see if anyone will know it

pt: 01 || pt. 02 || ...

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the door to your apartment swung open with a bang, there stood meguru in the entrance, standing proudly with a plastic bag.

“oh honey i’m home!” his sing-song voice got a middle finger from you and a groan from isagi, nagi, and kunigami. the four of you were sat on the floor, table moved out of the way to make space for the project the five of you were working on. 

“meguru what did i tell you about playing house in my apartment,” you said sarcastically. you weren’t upset over your friends long running joke. you were annoyed that it took him near an hour to grab supplies from a dollar store. 

“you said we could only play when we were alone in your bed,” megumi gave you an animated frown, shaking his head as he closed the door behind him. your eyes bulged at his comment as kunigami choked on his water. meguru yelped as you threw a pillow at him in retaliation, ignoring your threats as he tossed the bag on the ground next to you before heading to the fridge. 

“guys we’re not fucking,” you said to the three other men sitting across from you. isagi was too busy helping kunigami recover to really be listening and nagi preoccupied with whatever game he was playing on his phone. 

“of course you’re not bachira is the biggest virgin i know,” nagi stated as fact, eyes never leaving his screen.

“hey!” megurus interjection from the kitchen made you laugh, only to be cut short when meguru ran to grab the pillow you previously threw at you to absolutely chuck it towards the back of your head. you shot him a mock glare before turning back to the project at hand.

“okay no more talk about megurus virginity- we need to get this done before i pass out from exhaustion,” meguru hummed in amusement, grabbing your last can of soda before presuming his spot between you and kunigami. 

“well we could’ve started about three hours ago if you werent asleep,” kunigami said, shooting you an annoyed glance before rummaging through the bag meguru had tossed. 

“i was tired,” you defended yourself, squinting your eyes at the orange haired man.

“yea she was tired,” meguru came to your defense, but it sounded more like he was mocking you. ignoring megurus presence all together, you open up your laptop, looking for the criteria for this obscure project.  

“what even is the project anyway,” nagi spoke from behind his phone, earning alarmed stares from everyone else. it took him a minute to even notice eyes were on him, the newfound silence being what gave it away. “im just kidding,” he said in hopes of calming all of you down, even setting his phone aside to pretend he was analyzing the supplies. 

“we’re doomed,” isagi said shortly, running a hand through his hair. 

“why are there trojan condoms in the bag,” kunigami damn near shouted. you all turned to meguru who just sat there with a dumb smile on his face. 

“i told you guys y/n said we could only play house alone in her-” you pushed your hand into his face, knocking him over. “i was joking, the condoms are for the project.” he stated simply, seemingly unbothered by the scrutinizing looks you all gave him. “what its supposed to be about human nature right? whats more human than sex?” he shrugged his shoulders, looking at you guys as if you were the weird ones for not understanding. 

“we’re not using that,” isagi said quickly, shutting the idea down entirely.

“no no he’s on to something,” nagi mused, enjoying the slightly chaotic energy in the room. meguru blew a kiss at nagi, happy someone was backing him up. “i change my mind,” nagi immediately says, staring a meguru with a blank face before picking up his phone and continuing his game. 

“how about we just work on it tomorrow,” you offered lightly, furrowing your brows in concern when isagi gasped as if you just suggested they sacrifice a new born baby and use that as the project. 

“im not getting a zero on a fucking posterboard project by working on it last minute,” isagi murmured, snatching your laptop to look at the assignment himself. 

“well we’re obviously not getting anything done now. maybe tomorrow we’ll all be a bit more… put together,” to be honest, you just didnt feel like working on it right now. your sleep schedule had gotten worse than usual and you had, no offense to them, more important things to work on. this small community project was on the bottom of your to-do list at the moment. isagi and kunigami glanced at each other wearily, seeming to be the only two people who actually cared about getting it done. “or me, nagi, and meguru each pay you 30 bucks for you guys to do it,” you took advantage of nagi’s selective listening to make that offer and was extremely relieved when meguru didnt object. “and i give you my amazon gift card and let you use my prime account to buy actual supplies,”

“okay deal,” isagi nodded, also aware of nagi not really agreeing. but since he was silent, that was complacency by default in his eyes. giving you your laptop back, isagi got up, followed by kunigami as they grabbed their stuff and the flimsy posterboard that sat empty for the last two hours. 

once isagi and kunigami said their goodbyes, you got up from your spot on the floor, making your way to the kitchen with the intent of making lunch. 

“honey could you be a dear and make me a sandwich,” meguru asked in a mocking tone when we saw you grab a loaf of bread.

“go fuck yourself,” you responded, searching through the fridge for anything that looked appetizing. megurus exaggerated noise of despair is what brought nagi out of his game, looking at meguru with pure judgement. 

“you’re so loud,” he deadpanned, before noticing that two of his friends were no longer there. 

“they left,” meguru said, completely ignoring nagis critique. nagi took that as a cue to leave considering isagi was his ride. with a quick goodbye to you and megumi, nagi was rushing out the door, trying to call isagi and praying they hadnt left him.

now it was just you and meguru, with him sitting on the floor of your living room as he watched you try to concoct a meal. you sighed from behind the kitchen island, making a mental note to remind your roomates that you guys desperately needed to go grocery shopping. 

despite the banter, you had no qualms with meguru staying behind. he was your closest friend, having known him since elementary school. it was a happy accident that after being separated for years, you somehow ended up at the same college. 

“stop telling people we fucked,” you said absently as you search your cabinets when you heard meguru make his way over to the kitchen. 

“whats wrong with that,” 

you shot him a confused look before turning back to rummage through your mostly empty cupboards. 

“we havent?” your voice echoed slightly as you peered in, standing on your toes in hope a four course meal would materialize on the shelf.

“well we could change that,”

you pivoted on your heels being met with a similarly shocked face from the guy who just said those exact words. you shook your head, chalking it up to another one of his jokes.

“stop joking like that,” you pressed your hands onto the counter, desperately trying to come up with something to eat. you were starving. 

“it wasnt a joke,” megurus face made it seem like he was more shocked by his response than you were. quickly turning away and trying to act busy looking for his phone, meguru left you wondering if he was telling the truth. your face grew warm as you really thought about your words. he was your childhood friend, you missed a few years of his life but it was apparent now that he’s grown up well. 

fortunately, or well unfortunately for you, your stomach grumbled loud enough to get you out of your thoughts. you took it as a sign from your body to not entertain the idea of fucking your best friend any longer.

“if youre here for food im sorry to disappoint,” you were trying to cut off the last conversation, turning it to something easier to talk about. 

“no i’m here for you,” he looked at you as if that much was obvious, and it was a bit disorienting. you were used to his crude humor and blunt speech but this was different. you guys were pretty comfortable in your friendship up until this point, at least thats what you thought.

“well im about to go get something to eat,” you averted his gaze, grabbing a hoodie and slipping on your shoes. meguru followed suit, a bright smile on his face as you rummaged through your pockets for your keys. 

“yay dinner with the missus,” you rolled your eyes, trying to hold back a laugh as you opened the door, feeling him follow behind you.

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2:12am kunigami !!: absolutely slumped 2:12am kunigami !!: [sent 1 attachment] 2:13am pinky boy: y/n's gonna kill you when she sees that 2:15am kunigami !!: ill survive trust 2:16am ultimate gamer: theyre def kissing on the side

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you were knocked out on kunigamis couch, a small gathering amongst friends turned sleepover once someone(reo) brought alcohol. you were curled into the corner of the couch, a blanket drapped over you. now that alone wasnt anything out of the ordinary, not something kunigami would risk getting his eyes gouched out for a singular photo. it was the fact that your head has resting on megurus lap. his head rested on your hip at what looked like an uncomfortable angle as he slept. 

there were jokes and side comments about you two secretly dating and you were always the one to deny them, meguru stepping aside and pleading the fifth every time. but the current state you were in was just another piece of evidence to confirm your friends suspicions. 

the night was basically over at the point, most of the other people either leaving or grabbing blankets themselves. 

what woke you up hours later was the smell of breakfast cooking. having been living off of instant ramen and takeout for the past couple weeks, the smell of a home cooked meal practically made your soul fly over to the smell like a cartoon. 

your eyebrows twitched as your hangover made itself known. with a groan you shifted on the couch, for the most part remembering where you were until you realized whatever ‘pillow’ you were laying on felt weird. your eyes shot open and you were met with a calm meguru scrolling on his phone. realizing you were laying on his lap, you shot up, swirling your head as you surveyed your surroundings. 

kunigami was in the kitchen, flipping something over the stove while wearing the stupid ‘kiss the chef’ apron meguru had gotten him as a gag secret santa gift. you tossed the blanket off of you, not awake enough to form words let alone coherent thoughts. 

“hey im cold,” meguru said with no real annoyance as he reached over and grabbed the blanket, putting on a show as he tossed it over his legs. 

“my head hurts,” you mumbled, bringing a hand up to shield your eyes from the bright light. meguru wordlessly reached for the bottle of advil on the coffee table, grabbing his water bottle you gifted him and handing you both. you mumbled a thanks, before tossing the pills into your mouth and absolutely chugging the water. your hand patted the couch cushions around you, looking for your phone.

“its charging in the kitchen,” meguru said without looking up from his own screen, earning a snicker from kunigami who watched the whole situation unfold. you wanted to shoot daggers at him via your eyes, but alas the searing pain right behind them rendered your temper useless. plus he was cooking breakfast and whether or not he was cooking just for himself, you planned to try to snag some. 

getting up from the couch you felt meguru lift a hand to your hip, helping you steady yourself. its something you wouldnt normally bat an eye at, even thanking him for the help. but now that kunigami was staring at you it felt different. 

averting kunigamis ever intensive gaze, you grabbed your phone from the kitchen counter. scrolling through your notifications. not much stood out and you were going to put your phone back down and let charge a little longer until meguru spoke up, much to kunigamis dismay. 

he knew youd see the picture eventually but would have preferred if you werent where his knives were when you did. 

“kunigami sent something funny in the group chat,”

“youre getting no pancakes,” kunigami shouted at megurus betrayal, pointing the whisk in his hand towards the giggly boy on his couch. you looked at kunigami and then meguru, and then kunigami again with raised suspicion. keeping your eyes on the orange-haired man, you unlocked your phone, scrolling through unimportant messages until you found what meguru was definitely were talking about. 

there you were, napping with meguru and looking completely at peace. you felt your cheeks warm as you read the following messages, squinting at kunigami. luckily for him, you were tired and in too much pain to do anything drastic.

“i’ll give you meguru’s pancakes if you let me live,”

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3:34pm loser </3: can i come over 3:40pm you: im out rn 3:41pm loser </3: out doing what...... 3:43pm you: eating lunch with my mom 3:43pm loser </3: tell mom i said hi 3:47pm you: she said to stop bothering us while we're eating 3:48pm loser </3: UR LYING 3:48pm loser </3: ill text her and find out myself . 3:48pm loser </3: gmfu 3:49pm you: since when do you have my moms number 3:51pm you: STOP TEXTING MY MOM

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“i swear to god if you drop anymore popcorn i will end your life,” 

meguru paused as he was lifting a handful of popcorn out of the bowl, eyes flicking from yours to the ball of popcorn in his hand that was threatening to spill out between his fingers. he blinked twice before quickly shoving the kernels in his mouth, chewing obnoxious and smiling around his stuffed cheeks. 

you stared at him with a glare that carried no anger before turning your attention back to the screen. you had forgotten what you were even watching, bachira having insisted on playing some obscure movie he watched a youtube essay about. 

“can you make some more,” megurus voice was muffled from the sheer amount of popcorn in his mouth, but you understood when you pushed the bowl your way. you shook your head, shoving the bowl back towards him.

“you ate most of it, you can go make more,” you listened to him loudly swallow the last of the popcorn in his mouth before pouting at you. 

“i dont wanna miss the movie.”

“pause it,” 

“no that messes with the vibe,” 

you rolled your eyes, getting up from your couch and taking the bowl from him. walking into the kitchen you grabbed a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave, leaning over your kitchen island as you waited for it to finish. 

you looked at meguru, he seemed interested in the movie, watching intently. he was pretty, you couldnt deny that. and the way the light from the tv played on his face only added to it. his hair had grown since the last time you saw him before college, the yellow tips just passing his shoulders. a wave of emotions ran through you as he laughed at whatever was happening on screen. he was so sweet, you liked being around him no matter how chaotic it was. you were comfortable around him and you wouldnt trade the relationship you had with him for anything. 

the beep of your microwave and the slightly burnt smell of popcorn brought you back to the present. pouring the popcorn in the bowl, you made your way back to the couch, handing meguru the bowl and plopping back down onto the couch. 

“its burnt,” meguru pointed out despite getting ready to shove another handful in his mouth. you shrugged your shoulders, grabbing a pillow and laying against the arm of the couch, curling into a ball.

“you shouldve made it then,” meguru looked at you, your eyes already back on the screen. there was a sort of airy smile on face, enjoying your time together. he wished youd lay on him instead of that godforsaken pillow, but he would take what he could get. unlike you, he had words for the feelings he had towards you. he was in love with you. and while you were adamant on denying any dating allegations he didnt let it bother him to much. when it came down to it, meguru could be satisfied with just being a friend. he wasnt selfish he’d like to think. he was grateful you liked him at all, it was no problem for him if those feelings were platonic or romantic. but a boy can dream. 

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3

[nknoxe-n]

・❥・Heliotrope and Orange Lilies

Synopsis: Having an argument with their s/o, who started it, what do they do to earn forgiveness or need for them to forgive you?

Warnings: [mental health] [slight toxic behaviour] [pre established relationship]

w.c 1k

You started it:

Isagi Yoichi: He is a very dedicated man, green flag all over, but everyone makes mistakes, and Isagi's biggest flaw is that he gets way too distracted by soccer. When a big match is coming up, he will start neglecting his partner more so he can focus on getting better and winning. This will lead you to an argument 9/10, but he's been working on it, but he just can't help but forget about his life when soccer is so important to him. When Isagi knows he's hurt your feelings by becoming distant he tries to make up for it in quality time, you have his full attention all day, all week even. He's taking every second he can to be spending time with you to make it up to you.

Itoshi Rin: He has emotional relapses, ig that's what you'd call it? Sometimes he gets so caught up in his head and way of thinking he'll convince himself that he isn't good enough for you and that you're going to leave him like his brother did so to save himself the hurt he'll distance himself from you, nothing like Isagi does, Rin will actively avoid you, won't text you back or even talk to you for weeks if he can help it. This of course results in an argument, and he will struggle hard to make it up to you, he's still pretty convinced he isn't enough, but he'll try and have a heart-to-heart with you and spend time with you to get your forgiveness.

Kuniami Rensuke: He used to be so loving and kind, he really was the perfect boyfriend but after the Blue Lock program something about him changed, he didn't really seem to care about as much as he used to, he also oddly enough wasn't very keen on receiving affection gestures anymore, physical or verbal. When you tried to ask him about it one time he brushed you off and of course you can't leave things at that so you keep pushing for an answer, and he snaps at you, and you do not let that shit slide, which turns into one of the first arguments you've ever had with him. When realizing he was in the wrong he tries to make it up to you by going out for a very simplistic date, something you two used to always do, and he tries to communicate with you about how he feels, although he's not very good about it, he's trying his best.

Nagi Seishiro: He was lazy, when Reo wasn't around to do it for him, it was like you were his personal maid, he asked you to make food for him, clean his room sometimes and honestly Reo was your god send taking up quite a few of those tasks you had to do without any sort of appreciation. There was a point where you couldn't take it anymore and lashed out at him, you weren't just a friend, or a hired service, you were his partner and deserved to be treating like it. He really, really struggles to make things good between you two, he doesn't understand fully how you feel since he's always felt kind of emotionally distant, but he tries making an effort to do things for himself more often and give a lot more verbal affection, he even tried taking up one of your hobbies but messed up so badly he never told you he even tried.

He started it:

Shidou Ryusei: He is brash, erratic, and he does things on a whim not taking to account for your feelings very often, most things are very 'casual' to him between the two of you. We've all seen he's quick to anger, so in one scenario where he's been trying to drag you along to do god knows what, and you keep being stubborn saying you have plans? He kinda freaks out in an, albeit short, burst of anger, he feels like you don't want to be around him and to earn his forgiveness you MUST take time off of whatever you do to spend a whole day with him. The second scenario is when you try to be intimate, nothing sexual just intimate and romantic, he kind of struggles with the reality he's in a committed relationship and almost feels repulsed, he doesn't understand why but intimacy of any sort makes him pull away slightly and there isn't anything you can do to help but give him time.

Chigiri Hyoma: He gets insecure sometimes, he's usually super confident, and he knows how good he looks, how well he plays, and how good of a boyfriend he is. But there are times when he sees you getting attention from other people, I mean, how couldn't you? You were stunning, drop-dead perfect, but he can't help but feel slightly insecure, that maybe one of these people could preform better than him. Chigiri reacts on impulse and half accuses you of wanting someone else but immediately shuts up, he started the short-lived argument but wants your forgiveness, he feels guilty for being so brash and talks it out with you. He also does an 'at home spa day' to try and cheer you up.

Bachira Meguru: Now Bachira is sometimes a bit much, he's a chatterbox and a constant buzz of excitement, he constantly needs your attention, or he feels like you don't love him, he wants to be clinging to you often as possible. No sane person can really keep up with the level he's on without getting a little worn out or frustrated, so when you start to mellow out and stop matching his enthusiasm he doesn't get mad, but he gets upset. He'll wake you up in the middle of the night, face filled with tears you can't see, but you can hear it in his voice, he'll keep asking if you love him anymore and apologizing for being annoying. Reassure him and explain to him the truth so he doesn't overthink and everything will be okay.

[lazyalani]

| Blue Lock

| No one knows how much I cried that day

| angst, breaking down, post-break up, angsty shits, hurt no comfort, implied romantic relationships, i got carried away in isagi's part

| Ft. Itoshi Sae, Itoshi Rin, Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi

Even so, I could never regret loving you.

| Summary: When everything comes to an end.

| Blue Lock Masterlist

| Main Masterlist

two birds, on a wire

RIN

He convinces himself that it was okay. That he's fine, he's okay without you. That it isn't as bad as it seems. Because that's what he's good at anyway, being alone. Or convincing his self that nothing affects him He actually manages to convince himself for a few days until he passes out in practice and wakes up to his teammates pointing out how he's practicing a hundred times harder than usual. How his moderate practiced turned into everyday, everynight. How his medidation and yoga turned tense. How he's lost so much weight despite being always the healthiest and fittest of them all. Oh, but he isn't anymore, isn't he? Why? Oh. So he goes back to his apartment, his teammates' voices ringing in his ears. He tried to think how it happened. How what happened? He can't think of any reason why-- Why is the holder beside the sink only holding one toothbrush? Oh. Oh, but why are his eyes wet? How did the water reach his eyes when he's only brushing his teeth? Oh, that isn't water. I wonder what it is.

one tries to fly away, and the other

SAE

It's not like he fell out of love, no, not like that. It's just that it's not the same anymore. It's just the way Sae's whole world has changed since he went to Spain. You aren't those sickly inlove, innocent, pure hearted children anymore. But he could also never fall out of love either. Not when you're the only one he has left of his past self. You were the only one left of the reminder that he onced lived in the sweet lie behind the realities of the world. You were that one light keeping him from giving in to the shadows of the 'reality' Spain shed to him. Like a kid keeping a light open in the night so the monsters couldn't come and get them. Your sweet smile reminding him of the popsicles he used to share with his brother. You were the silence he needed in the midst of the noisy, demanding world of his career. You were the comfort he had when he is constantly reminded of the harsh reality of the sweet dream he used to share with his brother. But that light has now dimmed. Sometimes, love isn't enough. Sae's world, is just too harsh and dark for someone like you. Better let the light turn off than get tainted. But Sae, is now, even more lifeless. Like a kid being taken away from their favorite toy to grow up. The only hope he had for his happiness is gone, and he has no more reason to even try and pretend infront of a camera. This is Sae, in his lightless world.

watches her close from that wire,

MEGURU

It had always been him and you, no one else mattered. All you two ever cared about was each other and having fun together. You never understood football, nor had he understood your dollhouses and kitchen toys, but it had never mattered to both of you as long as you had fun. You never cared about the side comments, the haters, the bullies, the dumb shits, the cool kids, the smart kids, the people around you. It had always been about the two of you, and it always will be, right? Oh, he has a new friend in blue lock? Oh, his name is Isagi, you're glad he found someone who undertood him in a football sense. Oh, another friend called Chigiri? That's great, it means he won't be alone in there without you. Oh, another one? That Kunigami seems to be reliable too. And another one, and another one, another one... Why, where are you going, Meguru? Don't chase after Isagi... Don't leave me... Ah, you weren't enough, afterall. And Bachira Meguru's return from blue lock was without you. Ah, it seems like you were the only one he had outside football, afterall. Too bad you thought it was better to grow apart as it seemed like he already did. And Bachira Meguru is reminded of the past he shared with you again. Loneliness.

he says he wants too as well, but

YOICHI

From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, to strangers? A very fitting ending for someone who realizes he has to change in order to get his dreams, even it means leaving behind someone in the process, even if it means it's not intentional, and unfortunately, in the middle of it all, is you. Yoichi is a natural sweet and kind person, you've known of his dream since you were kids and the announcement of his return to blue lock with his new found friends had excited him along with you ofcourse, it means he is once again a step closer to his goals. But it seems like those goals of his do not include you. It isn't something intentional. He cares for you a lot. He doesn't seem to know how it's affecting you and you're too scared to tell him, too guilty because how could you even think about your sweet guy like that? But it was reality. He was changing and you could never not notice. The new found confidence, the bravery, the boldness. It seems to be doing him good but, it was having the opposite effect on your relationship. You felt guilty, he never seemed to think less, not even once. He never seemed to have noticed the distance. To him, only little time has passed because he had fun, but to you, it seemed like a whole lifetime. Change can be a good thing, but apparently, when it becomes morre of an obssession to his dream, he strays too far to even grasp. He is right beside you yet you cannot even reach his mind. Always about football, about Kaiser, about Bachira, about Rin, Noel Noa, Kurona, Hiori, Shidou, football, football, football, football. Isagi Yoichi has failed to notice you slipping away from him, and is enveloped by the crashing pain of you leaving him. It isn't anyone's fault really, but when a situation's more complicated than just who is to blame, it becomes overwhelming to the point of nothing at all. And it's better to just grow and learn from it than try and fix it.

he is a liar

[arlestial]

Hey, could you make a part two of how the Blue Lock boys make up for the forgotten date? (Nagi,Isagi,Bachira) 🌷

❝if you'd have been the one❞

synopsis : Life is sometimes difficult, keeping them busy and away from you; until it turned to take you away from them.

pairing : Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : Alternative endings (angst or fluff/comfort)

word count : 4300~ words

author-note : Hi !! I’m so happy y’all liked this, so I decided to write a part II. Some wanted angst, others comfort, so I did both in order to please everyone :) The part I is here ! Thanks for all your kindness, I’m overjoyed to see so much attention on my writings 😭 I hope you’ll like it !! take care of yourself ♡

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ISAGI YOICHI’s eyes widened when he saw your text, after the game. He knew he fucked-up the instant he stepped inside the soccer field, already regretting his decision. He won, but the stadium applause sounded like an awful ringtone that woke him up to reality, a shrill noise crashing his organs and piercing his ears. His heart was racing; not because of the victory, but because of the apprehension. The fear. The panic, that perhaps, he had lost you. But you wouldn’t leave him, right ? Everybody make errors. You would forgive him, no need to stress. At least, that’s what he was trying to convince himself. But in the depths of his own mind, he wasn’t this confident. He took his phone, excusing himself from his teammates that were celebrating, and isolated himself in the corridor. He tried to call, but you refused it twice. He groaned, his hands shaking, trying to tap a text quickly.

22:49p.m. | y/n ♡ : guess you made your choice then.

- read at 00:24a.m.

00:24a.m. | yoichi ♡ : honey please just accept the call

i know I fucked up, I’m sorry

i shouldn’t have done that

- read at 00:33a.m.

00:34a.m. | yoichi ♡ : i know you don’t want to talk to me right now

I’m coming over

- read at 00:38a.m.

00:39a.m. | y/n ♡ : gosh, how savvy and perspicacious of you.

- read at 00:39a.m.

00:40a.m. | yoichi ♡ : here in two minutes

- read at 00:41a.m.

You turned off your phone, completely mad. You clearly didn’t want to talk to him right now, especially this late. He couldn’t care less about you when he was playing on the field; and now, surprisingly, he knew that he fucked up and he regretted it ? Please. You decided to spend the night elsewhere, at your parents, since they were the only ones responding in the middle of the night - they were probably watching a movie at home and were a bit surprised to see you texting them a "hey, can I come over ? got an issue at home" text out-of-the-blue. As you exited your bedroom with a bag filled with spare clothes, you’re met by a raven-haired man, panting, still in his blue jersey, preventing you from leaving the house. He grabbed your waist when you tried to walk past him.

"Isagi, let me go."

"Love, listen. What I did was selfish, I know, it was a terrible mistake."

"So tell me, Isagi, when did you feel regret ? When you stood me up or when I texted you back, making it clear that I was upset ?"

"Actually, from the very first moment my foot landed on the field. But that doesn’t change anything, it’s still shitty of me, and i-"

"But it changes everything, in fact. So, you could’ve turned around. You could’ve joined me at this restaurant, like you promised me, no ? But you didn’t. So you just lied right in front of my face. How bold of you."

He felt like suffocating. You were right. He should’ve refused to play the match, even if there were the most talented players in the world; because you were his lover, goddamnit. He knew you were insecure, because he was rather absent, and he should’ve came to the date he promised to take you to. He was busy with Blue Lock, neglecting you in the process and not setting aside enough time to reassure you like he was supposed to. He wanted you to slap him, to punch him, as hard as you could; he wanted to suffer physically. It was easier to bear physical pain than to handle the mental distress he was in.

"But no, my sweet boyfriend Isagi Yoichi decided to stood me up to play some random game as if he’s not always away from me all the damn time."

"I don’t know why I did that, honestly. It was stupid, and I’m deeply sorry. You know that I love you a lot, right ? You’re the most important thing in my life, and I don’t want to loose you because I’m too immature to think before I-"

"Am I even enough for you ?"

You were losing patience, your tone now sharp, trying to bite away the tears from falling.

"Obviously you are, darling. You are more than enough, and you deserve so much better than me."

He hurried to say, his hands coming to your cheeks, gently stroking them with his thumbs. The concerned look on his face grew rapidly in a desperate, frightened one.

"That doesn’t feel like it. If it was the case, you’d have turned around. Soccer had always been your main interest, and I’ve always been the second. I don’t want to be with a guy that prefers a sport to his own partner."

ISAGI YOICHI had never experienced so much fear in a lapse of time this short. His heart skipped multiple beats - maybe it stopped completely, heavy. He heard the blood rushing in his veins, in his ears, as if the pulsations were the applause of a whole stadium; it was deafening. His breath hitched, goosebumps painting themselves on his clothed arms. Don’t go.

The choice was all yours, now.

↳ Your mind kept telling you that he wasn’t feeling any regret, that he wasn’t really sorry. If this situation presented itself again, he would pick the same decision, leaving you alone, completely by yourself in this stupid restaurant, below the pitiful looks of the waiters, probably whispering at each other who could even stood you up like that. He put distance in your relationship since weeks, months even, ghosting you when he was too tired to send you at least one text to let you know that he loved you still. Regardless of his lack of attention towards you, he wasn’t even capable of respecting his own promises, as he might prefer to play soccer with his friends as usual. And you were just there, always waiting for him, in every situation, waiting for him to come home with a warm smile and a good dinner, sharing kisses, hugs and cuddles on the couch, disappointed when he was reminding you that he’d be gone again in two or three days to return to Blue Lock. You were tired of it. It wasn’t even a relationship at this point.

"I’m not a toy you can play with for some time and then abandon like it’s nothing. My patience is not infinite."

"I never said that. It was an opportunity I couldn’t miss, and I wasn’t enough thoughtful to realize about the consequences of my actions. I just hope you can forgive me for it."

You pushed his wrists away from your face, glaring at him coldly, not wanting to cry for him. You took your bag and walked past him successfully this time, opening the door without giving him a single glance; just stopping in your tracks as you reached the doorknob.

"Goodbye, Isagi. I hope you’ll become the player you desired to be for so long."

You were his motivation, the person he wanted to make proud, the person he wanted to impress when showing his new capacities and his strength. The person he wanted to come home to, everyday, as lovesick as the day before. But now, the tears were flowing silently on his cheeks, as he couldn’t process what he saw. You, closing the door behind yourself, leaving him without any chance of coming back. Because you sincerely realize how much you love someone when you actually lose them.

↳ You tried to push him away, in a faint attempt to show how much you hated him right now. But he just stared at you, his gaze never fading, and he tilted your chin up with his hand. The other went straight to your waist, pressing you against him. Your eyes and his met; and you swore you’ve never saw a fonder look in your entire life. Orbs filled with pure love and softness, enamoured unpronounceable words, a silent plea begging your forgiveness. He leaned and kissed you gently, carefully. When he finally broke the kiss, he took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers together, pressing multiple kisses on the back of your hand without breaking the eye contact you both were sharing.

"You deserve someone better, honey. And I want- no, I will become this someone, that will love you properly. I promise you this - and if I break this promise, I swear, you can kill me however you like, it’s up to you."

You bit back a chuckle, amused by his words; but on the depths of your heart, you were fully aware that he was genuine.

"I’ll never disappoint you again. You’re the love of my life, I couldn’t handle loosing you. I’m sorry for what I did, again. I’m an asshole. Really."

He kissed your forehead with so much tenderness, a tenderness you missed during his long absence. He peppered kisses on your face, his grip on your waist tightening, as if you were going to slip away from him. He whispered something else, not daring to break the eye-contact,

"I’d rather watch the whole world burn and experience an endless suffering that having you leaving me for good."

NAGI SEISHIRO tried everything. After multiple unanswered calls and messages left on “seen”, he noticed that you’ve blocked him. He sighed, staring at his ceiling. Was it the end ? He tried to forget you, he really did. He tried to convince himself that you weren’t this important. He tried to wake-up each morning without searching for you underneath the sheets, only to find a cold bed next to him. Occupying his thoughts with games, movies, series, even soccer, wasn’t enough anymore. He needed you in his arms, and he was willing to do every single thing imaginable to get you back.

You were at one of your friend’s apartment, enjoying some time with her watching your favorite series. She left the couch to get you a drink, mumbling a quick "pause the episode, I don’t wanna miss it" before hurrying to the kitchen. You smiled, and did as she asked; until you heard a knock on the door. You frowned.

"You ordered take-out ?", you called your friend from the couch, questionably.

"Nah, I didn’t. Told you we were going to one of my friends’ restaurant this evening."

She came back from the kitchen, two glasses filled in her hands, her brows furrowed. She put them on the table, glancing at the door.

"Who is it then ?"

"Don’t know. Wait, be right back.", she quickly turned around, walking towards the door, and opening it slightly. Her face went blank in approximately 2 seconds, and she gulped.

"Um.. Well, that’s awkward."

You couldn’t hear correctly what your friend said to the stranger; you could only hear a low voice, that sounded awfully familiar. So, you decided to get up, trying to get a peek of the tall figure standing in the corridor.

Your eyes widened.

The series was long forgotten on the screen, the voices echoing between the walls, as you stared, dumbfounded, at him.

Seishiro.

Your friend shifted uncomfortably, deciding to leave you both alone for some privacy as she promptly went to her room. You didn’t know what to say. What to think. But the dark bags under his eyes, that looked stern and empty, his hair even more messy than before, gave you relatively an idea of how the two passed weeks had been for him.

"What are you even doing here, Nagi ?"

Ouch. The use of his name instead of his first name was abysmal; but a relieved sigh escaped from his lips. Finally. Your voice. It sounded so much better than your voicemail, that he had listened every night after you left him in your shared apartment.

"I’m sorry. I- I’m really, fucking sorry for what I did. I miss you, Y/N. I can’t-"

"Nagi, stop. I can’t do this right now."

You cut him instantly, trying to close the door. Well, trying, because he refrained you from doing so, laying his whole strength on the door to keep you from leaving him again.

"Please, Y/N, at least, hear me out."

His voice was pleading, begging even; as much as your heart broke with his wobbly words, you didn’t know what to think, what to say. You bit your inside cheek, wondering what to do, now that he was so close to you, after all this time.

NAGI SEISHIRO looked at you dead in the eye, his own blackish orbs watering at the sight of your frame standing in front of him. His hand wandered to your cheek, his fingertips almost grazing your smooth skin that he missed so bad, as if you were made of real porcelain. Porcelain that he’d break with only one feather touch. So he held back.

"I missed you so much," his voice broke, approaching you hesitantly. "So fucking much. I’m sorry for neglecting you and taking you for granted all the time, I’m sorry I didn’t give you the attention you deserved, the attention you needed. I need you to come back to me. I can’t live without you, baby."

Forgiving him was a tough choice. Your heart was aching at the sight of tears rolling down his cheeks. You’ve never seen Nagi cry before, at least, not cries of pain. But he hurt you, he really did. These two weeks were just obnoxious to him, but they were worse to you. Seeing his texts, his calls, deciding to block him anyway - it was laborious, to say the least, because your feelings for him were still there, haunting your mind constantly, day and night.

The choice was all yours, now.

↳ How could you just forgive him like that ? After all he did ? Sure, you meant a lot to him, but did you mean more than anything else ? You were always second, never the first, and it became clearer each day that passed that you weren’t as important as you thought you would be for him. He didn’t even made time for you in his oh-so-important schedule, focusing on soccer and his fucking games, hanging out with his friends who knows where, instead of you. He chose it. It wasn’t random. You weren’t his priority at all. Sitting patiently on the couch, staring at the door with this constant lovesick gaze, waiting for him to return to finally go on your well promised date. But he never returned. And you weren’t going to return either. It was enough.

"You know what ? You were the first thing in my mind, everyday. You always have been the first person I was thinking of in whatever situation I was in. The only voice I wanted to hear, the only person I wanted to see, the only gaze I wanted to get lost in - now don’t tell me you feel the same."

"I do-", but you immediately cut him off, anger taking the best of you.

"You’re a freaking liar. What’s the next step, uh ? You’re going to promise me you’ve changed ? You think I’m stupid or something ? I’m not naive, Nagi, I’ve never been your priority and I’ll never be."

"You don’t understand, Y/N. I’ve been busy, you’re right, but give me a second chance. I promi- I’ll not make the same mistake again, that’s for sure. I realized that you were extremely important to me, more important that I’d like to admit actually, I can’t bear seeing you without me at your side, it just hurts too much. I’m just asking for a second chance."

"As much as it hurts to say, it’s over. I’m not going to give you a second chance when I knew damn well that it’ll not change anything. If you needed time to process your love for me, I’m definitely going to give you time to process it even more."

His eyes widened when he saw you slowly closing the door, in a faint attempt of ending the discussion.

"No, wait, I beg-"

"Move on. It won’t be so difficult anyway, spend some time with your friends and your games, you’ll soon forget about me."

He was now staring at the wooden door of the apartment, tears streaming down his features. He lost you for good this time. And he finally understood how it felt to receive the same treatment that he gave you; to be abandoned by your lover when you needed them the most.

↳ Seeing him in tears didn’t really help your case. Your heart burnt, and you soon felt yourself tearing up, your vision blurred. You let out a broken sob, to which he responded with a call of your name - desperate, probably as broken as your cries - and he embraced you tightly, his nose nuzzling on your neck, sighing when he finally touched you, melting in the loveable hold he wished to feel again. He kept repeating the same apologies, the same confessions of love, hoping it’d soothe your tears.

"I don’t want to hurt you ever again," he mumbled, stroking the back of your hair gently, "I’ll never hurt you ever again.", he assured with a shaky voice.

He kissed your temple softly, still holding you close to him, your head resting on his chest.

"It’ll be the last time I’ll ever put something above you. You’re the most important thing to me - I can’t live without your presence near me all the time. I’m sorry I just realized that I needed to tell you this now. I should’ve known you deserved to hear it properly,"

"You’ll be my highest priority from now on, as it should’ve been from the very beginning, angel."

BACHIRA MEGURU was anxious. At first, he decided to give you space. He hated arguments with you, always trying to avoid them, and he thought that distancing himself might help the situation. Spoiler alert, it didn’t. Sweaty palms grabbing his phone, and immediately turning it off, utterly incompetent. He didn’t want to argue, to entertain a conflict with you; he prefered your smiles and your soft giggles in tickle fights. He missed them. The sound of your hard laughs, the look of your teasing grins. However, he couldn’t bring himself to text you, nor to call you, afraid that you’d pronounce a dry "it’s over". He couldn’t handle the pain, and avoiding it wasn’t the best idea to fix the issue. Meanwhile, it had been 3 weeks, you were now nearly convinced that your relationship with him had come to an end. No texts, no calls, no attempts to see you, you founded it weird, but you didn’t question it. It worried you a bit, yeah, but you weren’t going to chase after him if he didn’t want to talk about it. You were more hurt than worried; after all your moments together, the shared memories and the heavy feelings, he just moved on this easily ? Even though it was totally his fault ? You just scoffed when your friends asked about him, hiding your devasted state behind a mocking tone, saying it was probably over now. You waited for a message all the time, staring at the screen, angry fat tears rolling down your cheeks in frustration. What an asshole.

"You never texted them ? Bachira, are you crazy ?"

Isagi exclaimed, in utter shock. They were in his bedroom, Isagi was sitting on his bed, unable to process what Bachira just told him. The usually joyful man paced around, his face in his hands.

"I- I didn’t know what to say ! I fucked up really bad this time, I was scared of losing them."

"Man, you definitely lost them now. It’s been 3 weeks, you should’ve said something earlier !", Isagi replied, nearly strangling himself in desbelief.

"I know. What should I do ?"

"Bachira..", he sighed, biting his lip in despair, "it’s probably too late now. They’re most likely thinking that you don’t love them anymore or that you moved on."

"But I didn’t ?", Bachira whined when Isagi stood up and smacked his head, annoyed. Isagi mumbled something inaudible, probably about his naivety or his stupidness, again.

"But that’s what it looks like, bro. You stood them up, and they got no news from you, don’t be stupid. Everyone would think the same thing."

Bachira gulped. He was right. And without hesitation, he ran away from his home, heading towards your place, in hope you would accept his apologies. He never sprinted this fast in his entire life, his muscles burning, his ankles aching from the impact of his feet against the stiff concrete of the streets he was running in. The road seemed even longer than usual, and when he finally arrived on your doorstep, he was panting, his hands shaking as he hesitantly knocked. He felt nauseous. Emotions overwhelmed him when he finally saw your form opening the door with a worried look.

"Meguru ? What are you even doing here ?"

He immediately took you in his arms, his head buried in the crook of your neck, breathing-in your comfortable scent, relieved. You yelped in surprise, not reciprocating the hug.

"I missed you so much."

He muttered, still trying to catch his breath. You frowned, surprised by his presence.

"It had been 3 weeks, Meguru. It’s a bit late to come here."

"I know. I should’ve come earlier. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please, forgive me ? I promise I won’t do it again !"

BACHIRA MEGURU didn’t want to let go of you, choosing to hold you even tighter, letting his tears soak your shirt. He couldn’t care less about crashing your bones with just arms; if it was possible, he’d live in your skin. That seemed creepy, to say the least, but he enjoyed over-proximity with you, and he couldn’t bear to be apart from you anymore.

The choice was all yours, now.

↳ After 3 weeks, seriously ? You pushed him off of you, clearly not amused by his whines. You just felt anger, disappointment, embarrassment.

"Meguru, you left me alone for 3 weeks straight, and now you’re coming unannounced as if it was actually common ?"

"You don’t understand, Y/N !! I was too anxious of your reaction after our argument. I didn’t know how to deal with the guilt I felt, I didn’t know how to apologize properly.."

"No, you don’t understand. You really think that ghosting and ignoring people as if they never existed was a solution ? I should be the one to do that, not you. You’re always avoiding conflict and I’m so sick of it."

"I know-"

"No, you don’t !", you sneered, taking a long breath to soothe your nerves, "You never did. You haven’t remembered our anniversary - and it’s not the only thing you’ve forgotten along the way. You never took our conversations seriously, you never put any attention in our memories and our celebrations for them. I don’t want to be with someone who’s not even capable of being mindful of our important moments together and of our special dates. If it’s not important to you, alas, it is for me. I won’t give up another thing, especially if it’s something that is dear to me."

"It’s important for me, I swear. I just don’t know how to show it correctly."

"Then learn. But you can count me out."

You opened the door, leaving a broken Bachira behind, reaching after you. But you turned to stop him, giving him a quick nod, a silent no. The weak smile on your face shushed the golden-eyed boy. And he understood.

"I wish you the best, Meguru."

↳ You bit your inside cheek. Always giving promises he couldn’t keep, with a beam and butterfly kisses. And as much as you loved him, you didn’t know if you could tolerate it again, if your heart could handle another betrayal.

"You’re always promising the same things, but you’re never actually changing.", you argued.

"I can. I know I disappointed you, and you have every right to be upset. I’m trying my best, learning to manage my feelings and my habits is hard and tough, but I’ll do it for you. I’m really trying, Y/N,", he said, his voice breaking slightly, "I’m not used to this. It’s- you’re my first love, and I really hope you’ll be my last. I don’t have any experience in terms of relationships. If dates are important to you, I’ll make all the efforts in the world to make them special and memorable. I want to grow old with you, so please, give me one last chance to prove you that I’m worth it."

You hesitated for some seconds. He wasn’t the type to lie, and right now, he sounded strangely serious. It felt out-of-character, but you needed it to actually make up a decision.

"Fine. But it’s your last chance.", you finally whispered,

"Yes ma’am. Trust me on this one, I’ll make you proud of my work."

He sighed, relieved, immediately peppering your face with kisses. You giggled, trying to push him away.

"Gosh, I missed this sound. Oh- and I’m taking you on a date after; that’s the least I can do. I love you to the moon and to saturn, Y/N. Thank you for everything."

[yeuheart]

What are you so afraid of?

Synopsis: What are they afraid of in your relationship? | CW: Angst, mentions of breakups but it never happens | Featuring: Hiori Yo, Bachira Meguru, Itoshi Rin | Tags: @hiorisgf

Hiori Yo is afraid that his parents might see u as a distraction to his sport career, and separate you guys. He knows he likes his own time alone but it doesn’t mean he wants to be separated from you. You’re someone he can lean on, a person that distracts him from the pressures of his family. Even then he still cares a lot about his parents opinions and pressures but with you he can just forget it for a little while. He’s not sure how well he’ll hold up anymore without you.

Itoshi Rin is afraid that his words might rub off too harsh on you, and with that you might leave him because of that. He tries his best to soften his words but he can’t just cut ties with his habit so easily. Arguments would arise during the relationship and he’s worried that one of these may be the last one. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you guys were to set off on different paths after an argument.

Bachira Meguru is afraid that you might get tired of him, his personality specifically. He knows he’s not the easiest to handle, and he’s grateful that you’re still by his side. But there’s still a chance you might get tired of how he acts and leave him. He’s the type that if you express a single annoyance at him he would overthink it quite a bit, the guilt overwhelming him. You’re someone who understands him and he’s not sure if he can find another who does the same.

[jifloulette]

Hello I'd like to request something with Bachira from blue lock. Probably school au please also have a good day ＼(^^)／

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❀ — 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. || b. meguru x gn! reader

genre ; fluff, comfort (tiniest smidge of angst too)

synopsis ; you were always there for Meguru when he was at his lowest. always comforting him, telling him that he was doing great and that you will never stop loving him. it isn't any different when it's you that needs his light to shine your way through the hardest of times.

word count ; 0.9k

warnings ; academic pressure, a bit of angst during y/n's rant,

author's note ; THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTINGGGGG!!! i love meguru so much, he is so fine and he deserves so much more love and appreciation!!! i hope you enjoyed what i made, anon. i hope this is school au enough for you huhu, thought of this because exam seasons are next next week. thank you sosososo much again for requesting!!

You were Meguru's first.

His first friend, his first love, his first everything.

You were always there when he needed you most. Whenever he lost a match, failed a really important test, or if he just felt sad. You were there to motivate him to keep going, to go outside with a smile plastered on his face. You knew the words to say and the actions to do whenever he felt downhearted, maybe that's why he loved you so so much. He always kept to himself that he would return the favor to you, two times greater.

And there it was, the time when you needed him.

It was just right before exam season started, the two of you had been drowning yourselves in your studies, not even having time to spend with each other. It made you sad, it made Meguru even sadder because what do you mean you wouldn't be able to cuddle with him? To give him forehead kisses? To whisper sweet nothings in his ear? And as the good boyfriend he is, he obviously needed to check up on you.

He checked your room first, wondering if you were still studying, you weren't there. He thought, "oh, maybe they're in the kitchen, getting snacks! It wouldn't hurt to take a break!", you weren't there either. He was starting to worry, so he checked outside. "Y/n? Baby, where are you?", you weren't there either. Now he was really worried, what if something happened to you? You wouldn't leave without telling him, right? Only then did he hear your sniffles that you oh so desperately tried to hide, but he knew you better than anyone else, he knew where you were now.

He checked your guys' shared bathroom and there you were, his prized possession, his love, crying on the bathroom floor. His instincts immediately went and hugged you as tight as he thought would be comfortable for you. "Baby, oh baby, what's wrong? Why're ya crying? Did something happen?", Meguru asked. You could only nod, still having some tears flow down your eyes. He wiped off your tears and helped you up, going to the living room so that you could sit down on something comfortable. "Lemme just get some water for you, 'kay?", the boy told you before going to the kitchen.

Once he got back to give you the cup of water, you had stopped crying, but your nose was puffy, and you were sniffling. "Are ya ready to talk about what happened, love?", he questioned. "Yes Megu.", you answered. You took your time with what was going on in your head recently, Meguru didn't mind at all. "I...I've been getting stressed lately a..and I've been wondering if I'll ever be good enough to get good grades and if I'll ever study at my dream university..I-i don't know what to do anymore..", your voice broke at the last part and you couldn't help it anymore, you cried into Meguru's arms, staining his sweater but he didn't mind it at all. "I see.. baby, I know ya better than anyone, and I know for a fact that yer gonna pass those exams, hell, yer gonna ace it! You're such a hardworking and persistent person, y/n.. I know yer gonna get what you deserve!" the two-toned haired boy in front of you reminded, "I just feel like as if I have this image of myself that I have to keep up for others, and if I do something wrong, it'll ruin my future..", you replied, "Baby, you don't need to put up this image for anyone, I know you like the back of my hand, yer' gonna have such a bright future ahead of you, the two of us will. Everything's gonna be okay, alright?", Meguru stated and god, were you so glad to have him.

"Do you wanna have short break with me, ynnie..?", he asked. You nodded in response, a small smile starting to grow on your face. As the most unpredictable person you know, he picked you up bridal style all the way to the two of yours' shared bedroom and put you down gently, you were flustered with his sudden action but oh were you so relieved, studying nonstop was so draining but just by being with your boyfriend made all your worries disappear as if they never existed. "Oh, I missed your touch so so much, baby! Thank you for takin' a break from studying with me, even if it's short", Meguru remarked, giving you a kiss shortly after. "Thank Megu for being there for me just right now, I don't know what I could've done without you..", you answered back.

When the day of the most dreaded exams finally arrived, you weren't worried anymore going inside the school campus. You weren't scared that you'd fail or get a low score, instead you were confident that you were going to ace those exams, even more so now that your own significant other said so.

Getting your notebook out of your schoolbag to review just a bit more before the test actually started, there was a small post-it note peeking out of it. "Hey, sweet love honeybunch baby! Let's crush these exams together, eh? I know for sure you're going to, just dunno bout' me hehe!", the note said with a few hearts drawn around it. You cringed a bit at the nickname, but you knew he was just trying to uplift you, so you let it slide.

Whenever Meguru was down, you would always be there to motivate him and whenever you were the down one, you now knew that Meguru would always be there. You were definitely going to ace these exams, for you and for Meguru.

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[darlingbabyboo]

"Please don't leave me... "

♥︎Possible breakup, how do Blue Lock boys fight for you? ♥︎

Don't leave is on the tip of Isagi's tongue but he can't say it. How do you make something right when you've screwed up everything? What do you do when the love of your life is slipping from you and you don't have the words to tell them that they can't leave? Does he even deserve you? He pushes away the thoughts that tell him to let you go. That says it's not worth it. He'll keep trying, makes sure to show you how much he loves you. You're perfect, astounding, spectacular. He knows that he doesn't deserve you but he needs you. Please don't leave.

Okay is what Bachira says, but he doesn't want you to leave. Don't you know how much you mean to him? How much you've changed his life. He was so alone without you, you've completed him and have made him so unbelievably happy. You guys might not spend as much time together but don't you know how precious you are to him. He takes off, any game, any event, nothing is as important as you. He needs to show his love. How important you to him. You've changed his life for the better and he can't let you go now.

Considers it. Just for a minute. Just a second. Nagi knows that things have been getting so strained lately. The usual casualty of your relationship has become forced. It's taking so much effort lately to keep the love alive, it's so difficult to make keep things good. Wouldn't everything be better if you just left. His heart aches at the thought. Thinking of you not by his side makes him feel like someone covered him in gasoline and threw a match on him. He doesn't care how much effort he has to put in. You're worth it. He can't lose you.

Not going to happen. You can't break up with him. You can't leave him. Don't you know how much you mean to him. What you've done for him- to him. He's nothing without you, all his riches and treasures mean jackshit if you're not by his side. He wants to be the one to make you happy, always wants to be the reason for your smile. He's throwing money left and right, he's making sure you always know how much he values you. Reo would break if you left him, so please don't.

Don't you know... How much you mean to him. How close you two have become. How much you matter to him. Rin knows that he's not the best at expressing his feelings. Knows he's closed off and he's horrible with emotions, but don't you know... He loves you. Please don't leave. Please.

[marcobodtlives]

It’s honestly quite gay when a character’s intrinsic purpose (in both life and their role in the plot of the story) is inextricably linked to another character.

Marco’s purpose was to encourage Jean’s character development as a leader, while Jean’s purpose is to keep that pile of ashes proud.

Ymir’s purpose was to protect Historia like nobody was able to protect Ymir.

Yuji’s purpose is to save Megumi, and Megumi feels responsible for Yuji.

Meguru’s purpose is to play soccer with Yoichi and awaken his ‘monster’.

The list goes on and on -

[frosted-hyacinth]

𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥!𝐚𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : chapter I

Feat. too many blue lock characters to list... (theres like 19 love interests...) Tags. fluff, maybe some angst later on cw. NOT EDITED, (if there are any more, please let me know) note. my run-on sentences are coming backkk noooo also how did i forget the word facility?? (I had to google it until i remembered...) also a lil short as always sorry! (had this in my drafts for quite some time lol)

masterlist. (non-existent for now) next.

It was your first time at a concert. You were at a concert that your friend bought tickets for but ended up not being able to go and now you were here. She'd told you last minute that she had an urgent family problem and that she wouldn't be able to go. However, she didn't want to waste the tickets she'd brought so she handed them to you and ran off, not letting you refuse.

You didn't really think you were into these idol things but when you saw her dancing across the stage with those... eyes... You were captivated. You couldn't look away.

That was the moment you knew, you wanted to be just like her. An idol that could captivate the eyes of anyone watching them, the kind that told everyone look at me without a word. The centre of attention.

After years of hard work, it paid off.

☆ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

You sighed, a while ago, your manager, Emi, had told you to do a job with Itoshi Sae. It was supposed to be just normal modelling, something that came with being an idol but the whole experience was just tiring. The images came out perfect, better than perfect even.

Seeing the publicity that photoshoot gave you, Emi tried convincing you to make more content with Sae, even trying to make you create a song with him but no matter how much she asked, you could only say no. As much as you loved how the results turned out, the Itoshi was much less agreeable to work with. You'd tried interacting with him during the short amount of time you had but time and time again, he had ignored you. So you came to the conclusion that that was not something you'd want to do again.

But now? Something was off. Emi was eerily quiet. Usually, she'd be consistently telling you about all the different brands or people you had offers from but you hadn't heard a peep from her today.

Now, it was lunch and as quietly as possible, she sat down beside you and all of a sudden, she was talking again. But then she pulled out a letter that she hid (?) behind her back. Rather than having you read it though, she more or less described the entirety of the letter to you.

She was telling you that you'd gotten an invite to have a collaboration with 'Blue Lock.' A program Jinpachi Ego (a person who you personally found a little creepy) created to find a perfect male idol. It turned out that they had already eliminated a handful of people. From the 300 who started, there were now 15 left.

Emi said that if you joined, you'd get much more publicity than you do right now and your PR team even said that this would be good for you. You probably would have said yes anyway but with the way they seemed like they were begging you to join, it would have physically hurt you to reject them.

That was how you found yourself in a bus ride with 'Anri Teieri' to the Blue Lock facility, arriving finally at a large pentagon-shaped building.  

[sae-rins]

WHEN THEY SEE YOU WEARING LINGERIE

with : reo, rin, kaiser, sae, ness

tw! nsfw, mentions of porn

Reo is flushed, he wants to touch himself so badly, too bad he was tied down. You sat down his lap and started kissing him. Your belly hit his dick, and he tried so hard to hump to at least get friction. You began teasing his tip with your thumb. His eyes rolled up to his skull, he was in heaven, he swore he could’ve came immediately. “Y/n please stop teasing, I can’t help it anymore, please~”

“Rin, come on don’t be shy come touch me, or maybe you could fuck me right now” you say. Rin muffles as his drool drips down his beautifully built body, the gagging device and the ties were holding him down, his dick is so hard it hurts. “You’re so cute Rinnie.” You went down on your knees and started sucking on his tip while tracing his veins, he whimpers, he really wants to fuck you till the break of dawn right now, but theres things holding him down. He swore once he gets untied he will fuck you till you’re humbled.

Kaiser looks at you like you’re an angel sent from heaven, but oh the way you make his dick feel makes him feel like his being punished by a succubus, your lingerie is so beautiful but he wants to rip it all off to see all of you, he wants you to ride him faster but his hands are tied, you thrusted slowly to tease him, he moans, his moans can put a shame to porn stars, he is so vocal, Kaiser feels that he is about to cum, his eyes rolling back, his hair messy, he was breathing hard. You sensed that he was about to cum so, you pulled out. Kaiser was shocked, “y/n baby come on.. I was so close shit”

Sae was shocked when he woke up and see that he was tied down to the bed, he turned around in panic, that was till you peeked your head in your huge walk in closet, you opened the door and there you were, in your slutty lingerie only from the best manufacturers, sae picked that out for you. You went up to the bed and sat on his crotch, oh how badly he wanted to fuck you. “Good morning sae~” you said in a slutty tone. “Please y/n, fuck me.” You began to grind on his crotch and he was going crazy, to bad you were only starting

Ness was crying, begging to be touched, his dick felt so sensitive, the vibrator felt so good, he lost his patience and was crying already “please y/n please… n-need it now ah-“ he looked adorable, you slowly rubbed your clit to his tip, and began seductively rubbing between the lingerie ties. He was a moaning mess, you felt bad and decided to give him what he wanted, after all he’s been a good boy..

[imraespace]

## LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE. --

╴“ WITH RIN ITOSHI?? „ - “ BETTER IN LIGHT MODE! „

ฅ^._.^ฅ : some things about y/n !! she mostly sleeps through the day, only does stuff IF needed !! with her given gift of being effortlessly smart , all she does in her free time is : nap , eat , sleep. hmm what if.. one day y/n develops a crush and now has to ACTUALLY work to achieve a goal ? : date rin itoshi !!

“YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME.. „

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