#blue lock hiori yo x reader fanfic

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breaking the internet

chapter one after Bastard München's third loss, Hiori Yo finds a spark of hope in a warm, unexpected article by a cute keen-eyed journalist blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains slow slow slow burn, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader angst, fluff, very hiori yo centric piece masterlist

The locker room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the aftermath of another brutal defeat. Bastard München had just lost to Manshine City — the team considered the weakest in the league this season. It was their third consecutive loss and their unexpected poor performance has become the shock story of the season kickoff. They’d barely left the field but everyone can already hear the criticism in their heads, each biting comment more brutal than the last. 

Isagi Yoichi, usually one of the level-headed players during these times of turmoil, lets out a frustrated groan as he tosses his sweat-soaked jersey into his locker.

“Can’t believe we lost again to Reo and Nagi, of all people.” he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. 

“God, I wanna wipe that smug look on Chigiri’s pretty face. So annoying.” Even Kunigami himself can’t contain the disappointment he was feeling. 

Murmurs of frustration filled the locker room, with each player coming to terms with the loss in their own way. Some stared blankly at the floor, others punched the lockers. But Hiori Yo, the team’s offensive midfielder, sat apart from them quietly in a corner. 

His sunken eyes are glued to his tablet, focused on the screen before him. He’s replaying some of the match’s most critical moments, engrossed with dissecting their performance. The heavy feeling of frustration that sat at the bottom of his stomach only made him more fixated in figuring out what they’re doing wrong.

They didn’t play badly per se; they were just simply scattered, struggling to navigate the field without a commanding anchor like Michael Kaiser.

And it’s not like Manshine City outplayed them. They were only able to exploit those gaps between the seams in both Bastard Munchen’s offense and defense, allowing them to snatch their first victory of the season.

He sighs as he watches Nagi Seishirou effortlessly slip past them and score Manshine City’s winning goal just before the buzzer goes off.

The post-match debrief followed quickly. Coach Noel Noa entered the room, trailed closely by the team’s manager. The debrief was short and direct. Nothing that the players don’t know about. At this point, all they can do is let this pass and allow this frustration fuel them to do better and win the next match.

“This loss will sting. And the critics will only make it worse. They’ll amplify everything that went wrong.” Coach Noa’s voice was firm but calm as he warned. 

“I’m not going to sugarcoat, it will be brutal. But remember, it’s a long season. Don’t let the noise get to you.”

Later that evening, Hiori returned to his apartment. Instead of diving right into the new Souls game he bought, he threw his duffel bag on his bed before sinking onto his couch. He pulled out his phone, deciding to “ego-surf” a bit.

Usually, he won’t scroll through the comments after a loss, knowing how unforgiving fans can be. And him being one of the more reserved players made him an easy target, with critics often pointing out the lack of “fire” in him compared to his fellow Blue Lock graduates.

But curiosity got the best of him tonight. He scrolled through the headlines, wincing at the relentless criticism pouring in. 

“Is Bastard München all bark and no bite without superstar Michael Kaiser?”

“Noel Noa: Greatest striker of all time, wasted on Bastard München’s bench.”

“Blue Lock graduates fail to hold down the fort, leaving Bastard München struggling to fill Kaiser’s shoes.”

Some articles accused the team of riding on Kaiser’s coattails, while others declared that Bastard München had drawn the short stick from the Blue Lock project, forced to settle for “nobodies.”

Before he can continue, his phone vibrates to life with a message notification from his mom. And like clockwork, another message comes in from his dad. Despite being divorced, they’re still scarily in sync. For all the wrong reasons. 

Bracing himself for yet another round of thinly-veiled criticism, Hiori opens his father’s message:

“Yo-kun, I saw your game. Hopefully your team can bounce back. You know, if you’d just put in the extra effort and stay focused, you could be the person Bastard München needs. I know you have it in you—just need to take it seriously.”

The words are meant to sound encouraging, but the expectation and judgment beneath them is all too familiar. 

Then, another message pings from his mom. This time, there’s no critique or pressure. Instead, she’s sent a link to an article titled “Don’t Count Out Bastard München Yet—The Brains Behind Their Strategy Are Just Coming Into Focus,” along with a simple note:

“Hi Yo-kun, I hope you’ve had dinner. Thought this might make you feel a bit better.”

At least one of them is trying, despite their strained family dynamic.

He re-reads the article title. 

"'Brains'? Whaddya mean by that?", he mutters to himself.

Even if Bastard München is known for its calculated approach, there wasn’t much strategy happening on the field lately—or at least not for most players. Curious, Hiori clicks the link and begins to read.

Don’t Count Out Bastard München Yet—The Brains Behind Their Strategy Are Just Coming Into Focus by Y/N L/N With the recent departure of Michael Kaiser, Bastard München’s superstar and core playmaker, the team faces an uphill battle. Kaiser's absence has left a gaping hole in their strategy and a noticeable lack of offensive cohesion. After three consecutive losses, including a shocking defeat against Manshine City—the lowest-ranked team last season—it's evident how much the Bastards are struggling to recalibrate. But while the setbacks are significant, it may be too soon to write off Bastard München entirely. Their performance against Manshine City, despite the loss, showed promise. The team is experimenting with new plays that fit their overall style and individual strengths. To long-time fans, these changes might seem futile, but there’s a method to the madness. For instance, the decision to use Kunigami Rensuke and Yukimiya Kenyu as the main strikers might seem unusual at first. In hindsight, it allows Alexis Ness and Isagi Yoichi to create more scoring options while still playing to each player's strengths. This strategy leverages Isagi and Ness’ unpredictability, while maximizing the straightforward power of Kunigami and Yukimiya.  Additionally, their midfield defense and offense remain strong, with Benedict Grim and Hiori Yo commanding the center. They provide support and drive plays, utilizing players like Kiyora Jin, and Raichi Jingo to full effect. This demonstrates the potential of the new Bastard München. Even without Kaiser, the team has the makings of a powerhouse. And this isn’t the first time the team has faced adversity, nor will it be the last. Last season, despite a critical injury to the Magician, Alexis Ness, they fought their way to the semifinals, proving that resilience is embedded in the team’s DNA. Coach Noel Noa, a world-class striker turned coach, has also acknowledged the challenges ahead. His expertise remains a pillar for the team, alongside long standing veterans like Mensah and Erik Geisner, who provide stability. However, the real responsibility for filling the void left by Kaiser’s raw power and impact now falls on the team’s ‘brains’—Coach Noa, Ness, and perhaps most intriguingly, midfielder Hiori Yo. Hiori Yo may not be the most flashy player on the roster, but his subtle playmaking has become an essential part of Bastard München's strategy. Both Kaiser and Noa have recognized Hiori’s value, crediting him numerous times during key victories. “His role as midfielder may not grab headlines, but his precision, strategic thinking and game sense provide the grounding force the team needs” Coach Noel Noa mentions before during an interview mid season last year, after winning a do-or die match against Ubers. Thus, this could be a transformative season for Bastard München.  For those quick to count them out, this season might just reveal a new side of Bastard München. The team’s resilience, adaptability, and strategic evolution could turn the tide, especially with emerging playmakers laying a strong foundation. As they face the challenges ahead, fans may witness a more mature, tactically sophisticated version of the Bastards that proves they’re far from finished.

The journalist didn’t hold back, addressing Bastard München’s weaknesses head-on. Furthermore, she highlighted how the team could lean into a more dynamic strategy, blending the flashy, ego-driven style that fans loved with a more calculated approach—a style that Hiori himself had been quietly cultivating. 

For the first time, it felt like someone truly saw his potential, his value beyond just raw skill or charisma. She acknowledged him as a player who might not command the spotlight but who laid the groundwork, providing the strategic foundation the team needed.

As he reached the article’s end, Hiori felt a strange warmth settle over him. It wasn’t praise, exactly, but it was understanding or validation, something he rarely received. On a whim, he looks up the journalist on Winstagram, curious about the person behind the words.

Her profile was as intriguing as her article. Her feed was a hodgepodge of her life. There are photos from tournaments, interviews with other athletes, and even a few posts about her favorite manga series. She’s all over the place and rough around the edges but seemed very passionate by the way she wrote about the things in her life.

A photo of her with a 2B cosplayer catches his eye. She’s shyly forming a heart with the cosplayer’s hand, her face flushed as she tries to smile.

“Huh, well aint’cha cute.” he says out loud, before bookmarking her profile. For the first time in weeks, Hiori found himself smiling, feeling an unexpected spark of optimism.

He shares the article to the Bastard München group chat with a simple comment: “At least one person ain't giving up on us.” As the chat notifications pinged with his teammates’ responses, Hiori leaned back, allowing himself to savor this small moment of encouragement.

 For now, it was enough.

author's notes: phew! so how was it? i know it's bit long but i want to bring out hiori's charm, focusing on his character and growth, while showing the effect of reader journalist's role in his life, both as professionals and as love interests. it's a bit on the serious side of things (with tooth rotting romance still), it might not be everyone's cup of tea but hopefully this grows onto you. if you have any questions or requests, feel free to send me an ask! i'm planning on writing drabbles and light hearted fics for other bllk characters including hiori ofc some time this month!

[merlucide]

POOKIE I CUT MY HAIR AND THIS SOUNS STUPID BUT CAN I PLEASE HAVE A RIN, CHIGIRI, OTOYA , REO, HIORI AND KURONA REACTING TO READER CUTTING HER HAIR AROUND SHOULDER LENGH AND DOING CUTE LIL HAIR SLYES WITH PINK BOWS AND STUFF AHHHH WHEN SHE USED TO HAVE LONG HAIR?!!?

(If it’s too much characters just do a few 😭💀)

BLLK BOYS REACTION TO YOU CUTTING YOUR HAIR

Notes: OFC POOKIE🤩🤩 and hair slays so hard omg 🤭 slay the house downs boots Houston I’m deceased😍😍

characters: Rin, Chigiri, Otoya, Reo, Hiori, Kurona

warnings: cursing

Edit: oh my god I freaking misread this. ARE U KIDDING ME?!?! IM SO SORRY OMG. UH??? IM SO PISSED RN

ITOSHI RIN

He was stopping by your house to give back your hair tie (yes that is his excuse to see you)

He did not expect you have cut your hair and NOT tell him

Bc girl who do you think you are for not telling him?? 🙄 

He likes to feel involved😔

“You cut your hair.” No shit Sherlock 😐

lmao he kinda glares at you for not telling him. 

When yall cuddle (only way he’ll be in a better mood) he twirls you hair around and mumbles ‘it’s looks pretty on you’ 

And you’ll be like “what did you say?” 😯

“I didn’t say anything moron.” 😡

damn bro chill🙄🙄

Anywho he totally tries to do your hair, he’s not bad but like he’s not good

He can do basic braids, he tried French braiding and he got so pissed he couldn’t do it.

He went home and YouTubed how to French braid so next time he can’t do it 😘

CHIGIRI HYOMA

He thinks you look so pretty!! He really loves this look on you

He of course loved your hair before, but this one in his opinion, suits you better

He totally does your hair bc come on.

You want French braids? On it. Dutch? Ofc. Fishtail? Rope? Infinity? Carousel? Mermaid? Check, check and check mf 🤩

Beware, he yanks you head back if it’s tilted. He’s like a mom getting you ready for picture day 😭

He makes you do his hair after lol

OTOYA EITA

He looks at you hair and then back at you

“Your hair looks fire bro”

Bitch I’ll strangle you

Please, please don’t let him touch your hair.

He make make it look horrendous.

It will be full of knots when he’s finished. 

Seriously, don’t let him near your hair.

He’ll try to do piggy tails and they will be so uneven and wonky looking 😭

He blames his mistakes on you cus it’s “not the right kind of hair” 

🙄🙄

MIKAGE REO

He gets so excited to see your new look

Makes you do a spin and all :3

He’s literally fangirling you lmao

“Y/N-san you look amazing! This haircut suits you wonderfully!!”

He insists on buying you new hair accessories.

I’m sorry I know I use the ‘he’d buy u stuff’ sm 💀 

He’s actually pretty decent at doing your hair.

Puts a big ass bow in you hair lmao

HIORI YO

He loves you new look!

He tells you that it was time for something new and he loves it (not in a negative way)

he ruffles you hair lmao

like it was so pretty 🥲 why

he fixes it dw

Puts you hair in piggy tails and then y’all take those cute aesthetic couple pictures

KURONA RANZE

AH HE THINKS YOU LOOK JUST SO PRETTY!!! 

he’s so blushy and gushy cus he thinks it looks really good on you.

He flicks the bottoms out and spins you around so he can see everything.

Obviously he braids your hair🤭

he does like small braids into a jumbo braid

It looks weird but he just likes braiding lmao

you braid his hair after :3 

seriously idk why this took so long for the low quality that this is 💀💀

Made April 7th 2024

[arxxq]

→ PROLOGUE?! : A FINE LINE...

Mornings were always a blur for Y/N, her alarm blared through the quiet dorm room. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at the time—7:45 a.m.

“Crap. I’m late again.”

She stumbled out of bed, hair a mess and eyes half-open as she scrambled to get dressed. A yawn escaped her as she reached for her glasses, but she paused, stared at them for a second, and tossed them back onto her nightstand. She could manage without them. Maybe.

“Y/N, if you miss homeroom one more time, the teacher’s definitely going to notice,” Izumi called out, her voice muffled from behind a book.

“Not like she can really punish her,” Haruka chimed in, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “She’s practically untouchable with her grades. They need her to make the school look good"

"Yeah, well, straight A’s won’t stop me from getting detention if I miss homeroom again.” Y/n scrambled across the room as she fixed her hair and shoved toast into her mouth.

"Still refusing to wear those?” Izumi asked from the other side of the room, raising an eyebrow.

“They make me look like a damn nerd,” Y/N muttered after finishing the toast in her mouth.

Haruka rolled her eyes. “You’re already a nerd, glasses or not. What’s the point?”

“I’m an eccentric nerd,” Y/N corrected with a grin, grabbing her school bag. “There’s a difference.”

Izumi shook her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Eccentric? Sure. Let’s just hope your eccentricity can get you through the day without any more debates.”

“No promises,” Y/N laughed. “You know Y/n you're really burning the candle at both ends,” Izumi said, peeking over her book. “You’ve got way too much on your plate.”

“I know, I know. I’m just trying to survive the daily chaos.” Y/N pulled on her blazer and threw her bag over her shoulder. “It’s another day of random debates with Reo and listening to Nagi half-asleep in class.”

“You’re going to wear yourself out even more,” Haruka warned, “and we all know what happens when you get burnt out.”

Y/N flashed a tired smile. “Already been there.” With that, she rushed out of the room, sprinting through the hallways of the school. The familiar buzz of students surrounded her, and she ducked and weaved through the crowd, avoiding collisions.

The school halls were alive with the usual morning chaos. Y/N weaved through the crowd, narrowly avoiding a collision with some first-year students. She managed to spot Nanase and Hiori ahead, both looking unusually calm amid the bustle.

“You’re cutting it close again,” Nanase said, a teasing glint in his eye.

Y/N shot him a wink. “What can I say? I like to live dangerously.”

Hiori adjusted his backpack and gave her a look. “Debating with Reo again today?”

“Obviously,” Y/N replied. “I’m this close to convincing him that cereal is definitely not a soup and that pineapple should not be on pizzas.”

Nanase burst into laughter. “You’re relentless.”

“Someone has to keep him humble,” Y/N joked as they made their way into the classroom. “You know Reo won’t stop until everyone agrees with him.” Hiori chimes in.

“And that’ll never happen as long as I’m around.” Y/N’s eyes sparkled with playful defiance. “I’m the voice of reason in this madhouse.”

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It was currently lunch, she was with her group of friends at the moment. “Debating pizza toppings again, Reo? You must be running out of things to defend,” Y/N teased, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall of the crowded cafeteria. The group around her was buzzing, the usual lunchtime banter in full swing.

Reo Mikage raised an eyebrow, pointing his fork dramatically at her. “Pineapple belongs on pizza. End of story.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Y/N shot back. “It’s a culinary crime. Sweet doesn’t belong with savory, and I’ll die on that hill.”

Isagi Yoichi, her childhood friend, smirked from across the table. “You’re always so opinionated about the weirdest things. Didn’t you argue yesterday that cereal isn’t soup because it’s served cold?”

Y/N gasped playfully. “Because it isn’t, Yoichi! You can’t just throw anything into a bowl and call it soup!”

Nagi, half-asleep beside Reo, lazily pushed his food around his plate. “You guys argue too much. It’s exhausting.”

“It’s not arguing,” Y/N corrected, her tone light and teasing. “It’s debating. There’s an art to it.”

Bachira leaned forward, eyes glinting mischievously. “OOH I KNOW I KNOW ! Let’s settle this with a penalty shootout. Winner gets to decide the ultimate fate of pizza toppings!”

Chigiri, calmly tying back his hair, shook his head. “Please don’t drag me into this nonsense. Pizza’s best with minimal toppings, and that’s the truth.”

Y/N grinned, but behind the smile, the usual exhaustion was creeping in. Everyone knew her as the lively one—the girl who had an opinion on everything, who excelled without even trying. But nobody saw the weight of it all, the burnout lurking just beneath the surface.

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After a whirlwind day of classes and endless discussions with her friends, Y/N was finally able to retreat to her dorm room. The burnout was catching up with her again—something that had been happening more and more frequently. Everyone expected her to be brilliant, to keep acing her exams, to be the person with all the answers. But no one really saw how exhausting it all was. Haruka, one of her roommates, glanced up from her bed where she was scrolling through her phone, and Izumi, the other roommate, sat at her desk typing away. She dropped her bag on the floor and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Long day?” Haruka asked, not looking up from her sketch.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Y/N muttered.

“Its the same old, same old," Y/N sighed, flopping onto her bed. “Reo’s still on about pineapple pizza, Nagi’s asleep half the time, and Isagi’s convinced cereal is soup. It’s like I live in a madhouse.” *she groans, bringing the pillow to her face. "And I swear, if one more person asks me for help with their homework, I’m going to scream.”

“Maybe you should start saying no,” Haruka suggested.

“I don’t know how to do that,” Y/N admitted, sighing deeply.

“You don’t have to be perfect all the time, you know. It’s okay to take a break.” Haruka asks.

Y/N smiled faintly, appreciating the concern, but deep down, she knew taking a break wasn’t so simple. “Yeah, I know. It’s just hard when people look at you like you’re supposed to pull off miracles every day.”

Izumi sighed, setting her laptop aside. “Well, if anyone can do it, it’s you. But maybe next time, instead of arguing about pizza, take a nap. It might be more productive.”

Y/N chuckled softly, a bit of the pressure easing off her shoulders. “You might be right. I'll take you up on that”

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Later that night, Most of her roomates were out at the moment. Y/N sat at her desk in the dorm, staring at her laptop deeply. The national pen pal project had kicked off weeks ago, and she still hadn’t sent her first message. It was supposed to help students improve their creative writing, but for her, it felt like an extra task on an already heavy load.

Still, the thought of communicating with someone anonymous was intriguing. It could be a way to finally say things she couldn’t tell anyone else, a way to break free from the constant expectations weighing her down.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N clicked on the email icon, the blank page staring back at her. She began typing.

Dear Pen Pal,

I’ve got to admit, writing to a stranger feels... kind of refreshing. No expectations, no filters, right? I can say whatever I want without worrying about who’s judging me on the other side of the screen.

Anyway, life’s been pretty hectic lately. Everyone thinks I've got everything together because I'm good at a lot of things which not to brag or anything...okay, maybe a little—but I’ve got a ton of interests. Art, music, sports, you name it. Except for one tiny little problem... I’m completely burnt out. Ever feel like you’re good at stuff but don’t really care anymore?, but honestly, it’s exhausting trying to meet all these expectations. It’s like I’m carrying around this giant checklist of things I’m supposed to be good at, and it’s never-ending. It's like you’re just going through the motions? Do you ever feel like that?

Anyway, sorry for the existential rant. I’m not going to say too much about who I am—keeping this anonymous sounds like fun. But let’s just say I’m trying to find a way to balance everything without completely burning out. How’s life on your end?

She reread the message and felt a wave of relief wash over her. She wasn’t sure what she expected from this anonymous exchange, but at least it was a chance to let out some of the thoughts that weighed her down. With a small smile, she hit ‘send.’

On the other side of town, Rin Itoshi sat in his quiet dorm, the faint glow of his laptop illuminating the room. The national pen pal initiative wasn’t something he cared about. Soccer and Blue Lock were his priorities, and everything else was just a nuisance to him. Rin stared at the notification on his screen. He didn’t have time for this. With Blue Lock constantly on his mind and the goal of surpassing his brother looming, some random pen pal project was the last thing he wanted to deal with.

Still, the email from his assigned pen pal caught his eye at some point so reluctantly he sighed and clicked on it, expecting a bland introduction. But as he read through it, he found himself oddly engaged.

Burnout? Yeah, that was something he could relate to.

He leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought about what to write. He wasn’t great with words, but maybe this was a chance to say things he couldn’t normally say.

Dear Pen Pal,

Expectations, huh? Yeah, I know that feeling. Everyone’s got their eyes on you, waiting for you to mess up, even when you’re at your best. It’s annoying. But I guess the only thing you can do is keep moving forward.

I don’t really do small talk, so don’t expect long replies from me. I’ll just say this—don’t let them get to you. They don’t know what it’s like to be under constant pressure.

I won’t say who I am either, but let’s just keep it that way. It’s easier not knowing who’s on the other side, right?

He hit ‘send’ and shut his laptop. The quiet returned to the room, but for the first time in a while, Rin felt a strange sense of calm. Whoever this person was, they were just as fed up with the weight of expectations as he was.

Maybe this pen pal thing wouldn’t be as useless as he’d thought.

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What is love?

Hiori Yo (Blue Lock)

Summary: What is love? Well to Hiori its you.

Content: Fluff, childhood friends w/ Hiori, pre-blue lock

Word count: 262

a/n: I love Hiori sm he deserves everything.

Hiori’s always wondered what love is like, coming from his house, he never really felt any true love from his parents. They only loved him for his potential in football, they always assumed Hiori had the same passion for the sport like they did. He never loved football. There was no passion, it was just something he had to do. An obligation given from his parents. 

Only through games, songs, books and movies he’s gotten a rough idea of love. The ones talking about burning desires, yearning - a passion. Everyone often says love is like a spark and goes off like a firework. Love that makes people feel like they're flying, or is as sweet as candy.

He never understood that, even after he started dating you - his childhood friend. No, to Hiori love with you wasn’t an intense fire that consumed him from the inside. Love with you was a steady warmth, one he never felt before, one he wanted to stay next to forever. Every moment with you was like the blanket of comfort and warmth he didn’t know he was missing. It was somewhere he felt safe, and wanted to take care of you. You may not have been a thrill the media portrayed loving someone as, Hiori thought you were better than anything anyone else described. 

Being able to express himself, to see you smile because of him, to taking care of each other. Hiori finally knew what love was. Love was you, and he was never letting you feel less than the amount of love he felt.

[antennaed-shidou]

Sweet Love

❆ Yo Hiori x f! reader

❆ Warning: not prof-read,

❆ Misc: Word Count: 300+ 12 days of Christmas special with the Blue Lock Boys. 8/12 days with poor child (My baby) Yo Hiori. Hope you enjoy it.

❆ In which the two of you finally got time to lie down.

Hiori was sitting at {Y/n} desk waiting for her to come back to her desk. He was doing work for her as {Y/n} was on the phone with someone for the business. Even though it was Christmas week, the two of them were still as busy as ever though they did have the time and persimmon to take a few days off. 

Neither of them wanted to stop working in the first place. So what’s the point of taking days off they don’t want? It was more money so why would they stop working? Plus they didn’t need to talk to each other either when working.

Long story short they had said words to each other and didn’t mean anything or how to react. So neither of them didn’t theme didn’t say anything about it. Now they were working their asses off trying to avoid talking about it. Even if that meant skipping the holidays altogether to avoid anything.

“I know I will,” {Y/n} said hanging up the phone. She sighed walking back into her office. She saw Hiori sitting at her desk, she motioned for him to move and avoid saying any words and Hiori nodded and moved back to his desk.

The female sat down at her desk to see that half her work was done. She looked over to the man who was focused on his work on his desk. She was surprised, she only told him to finish something but he clearly finished way more than needed. 

I mean it was stupid, the reason they weren’t talking to each other. It was because they didn’t know how to cope with their feeling along with other feelings they barely experienced. They just couldn’t expect they would say such a thing to each other.

“I really do love you, {Y/n}” Hiori says looking up from his work.

“I love you as well, Yo. I’m sorry.”

a/n: sorry for it being short. But sometimes it only takes a little to show how much you love someone. :)

[therevelbar]

breaking the internett

blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains slow slow slow burn, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader angst, fluff

SYNOPSIS

Hiori Yo may be one of Bastard München’s most technically gifted players, but he’s hardly the most popular. Stoic, soft-spoken, and an unapologetic introvert, Hiori’s tactical and supportive play style tends to get overshadowed by his flashier, extroverted teammates. Fame was never his goal—until, unexpectedly, it finds him.

When a mid-season slump raises doubts about the team’s future, an insightful article by an up-and-coming sports journalist shines a new light on his understated brilliance and strategic approach. Her piece goes viral, drawing fresh interest in both the team and Hiori, and challenges the flashy “egoist” narrative with a deeper look at his impact.

As her articles captivate fans and bring unexpected attention to Hiori, their interactions both on and off the field spark a fan-fueled fascination. Their chemistry is undeniable, to say the least, and Bastard München’s marketing team jumps on the opportunity of pairing them in official content. 

What begins as a mere marketing tactic quickly becomes more personal. As their chemistry continues to captivate fans, Hiori finds it harder and harder to ignore the person who believed in him before anyone else did. He wants her to keep watching him, to see the player he’s becoming — and for the first time, he doesn’t mind the attention.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s not the only one getting caught up in the unexpected connection under the eyes of the world who’s watching, waiting and hoping for something more.

CHAPTER LIST (to be updated)

chapter one after Bastard München's third loss, Hiori Yo finds a spark of hope in a warm, unexpected article by a cute keen-eyed journalist

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

author's notes: i have hiori yo brainrot for weeks now. and i just have to get this out of my system because i fear for the lack of hiori fanfics for my himejoshis out there (if there are any huhu) it is a very lengthy synopsis so bear with me, it's my first time writing a fanfic will update the chapter list as soon as i have the energy to finish it

[antennaed-shidou]

Blue Lock: Preeminent Special

♫ Blue Lock x f! reader

♫ Warning: not prof-read

♫ Extras: Word count 2k+ This is to Preeminent which is out on my Wattpad

♫ In which {Y/n} and the Blue Lock boys celebrated Halloween

Halloween was just around the corner and {Y/n} begged Ego for everyone to get a day off. To which she succeeded and to was why she was eating out with her step-sister Anri. But {Y/n} wasn’t alone, no she was waiting for someone and didn’t want to wait alone which was why Anri came along.  

At first, she did try to get her Manager Hikura to go but he was busy doing whatever he could so that he wouldn’t have to go. Especially because he knew who she was meeting with. 

After a while of waiting the door of the cafe swung open. {Y/n} didn’t have to turn her head as a thick German accent entered her ears. Then another softer accent softened his words.

“Guten Morgen meine Lieben."

"Guten Morgen {Y/n}." How are you doing?” 

Anri left the table and said she’d wait in the car, even though {Y/n} knew she was lying. The two other people sat down, one beside her and the other sitting on the opposite. 

“You look great, Ness.” Her words were sweet and taken with no ill intent toward the man. 

“Thank you,” Ness's lips curl into a smile that stretches from ear to ear. “I can say the same for you.”

“Of course,  just look at me…”

As she was talking to Ness the male beside her grabbed her face and pulled her face to his. “Meine Lieben aren’t you cocky. Would you like me to help you?” The male's blond hair with blue ends fell in front of her face just perfectly to cover his blue glossy eyes that stared at her with contentment... 

“Kaiser, I’ll pull your rat tail if you don’t stop.” She threatens holding her hand behind his hair. 

He just started at her a smirk brought upon his face, “Go ahead, do it.”

{Y/n} pulls her hand away a disgusted look on her face. “Fuck off.”

Just in the nick of time the waiter came to the table and served the drinks and an appetizer that the female had ordered when Anri was there. 

The three ate the appetizer quietly and ordered their food when the waiter came by again. They stayed quiet, but there was something going on under the table. Kaiser and rubbing her leg up and down, and Ness on the other side of the table was playing with her feet with his. 

And {Y/n} had to endure it because she knew if she said anything the people around would jump to it and record her, though this whole interaction is probably being recorded by a few people. She had to think of the bigger picture of things. Also since the news got out that {Y/n} was meeting with football players from Germany, a lot of people speculated who it was.

Soon their food was delivered and Kaiser took his hand off her thigh, though Ness kept playing footsies. 

She sighed feeling relieved. She knew the reason the two were bothering her, cause she couldn’t do anything. Well, she could do something, but since she knew there were a lot of fans recording around she didn’t want to make rumors happen with the two of them.

“How have you two been lately?” {Y/n} starts up and conversation. Though it wasn’t in German or Japanese but instead in Latin which neither understood.

“What?” Ness asked looking up and her, his brows furrowed as he was confused and so was Kaiser.

“Quod non potes intelligere me? (What can you not understand me?)” This was a great opportunity to tease the boys and not a lot of people will understand her at the moment. 

An eerie smile was shown on Kaiser's face as she talked in a language he didn’t know, but one thing was for sure she sure was teasing the two of them.

“Por que não aprender uma coisa ou duas sobre línguas diferentes. (Why not learn a thing or two about different languages.)” A smirk appeared on her face as Kaiser got more angierd.  

Though Ness on the other end wasn’t too mad about it. All he cared about was she was talking now and he could hear her voice, even if he couldn’t understand it. 

Finally, after a while, she stopped doing it and it made Kaiser calm down. The three finally had a proper conversation.

“What are you doing today, since it is Halloween?” Ness asked wiping off his mouth and setting down his utensils.

“I was going to do some cooking and then organize a party with some people. And no you two are not invited 'cause you said you need to go home.” She responds taking Ness’s plate and putting it on top of hers for the waiter to collect. 

Kaiser puts his hand around the female while Ness and her keep on talking with each other. He also paid for the meal they departed. Kaiser and Ness were going to head home back to Germany and {Y/n} went back home where Anri was waiting for her.

“How was the meetup?” Anri asked helping her younger sister take her bag and jacket. 

“It was ok.”

From those three simple words, Anri pretty much knew what happened. “Oh, by the way, Loki said he would be here in about 7 minutes.”

“Oh, Shit!” {Y/n} panicked and rushed to her room to get ready for Loki. She changed her outfit to something more neat and not so outgoing and fancy. She brushed her hair and did it in a ponytail. 

As he was doing her hair to make sure it looked good, the sound of knocking on the door made its way to her ears. She rushed downstairs answering the door.

“Hello, Loki.” She moved to the side letting him in, “Again sorry for the late invitation, just glad you could make it. It’s been a while since I last saw you without being on a football field.” She was nervous and one could hear it in her voice. 

The guest could only chuckle at her antics. “It’s fine. I’m just happy to be here with you.” Loki made his way into the kitchen seeing everything already laid out and ready to be put together. “Looks like you’re a few steps ahead.”

{Y/n} walked into the kitchen with a smile on her face and nodded her head. She gave him an apron along with putting on herself. As she struggled to put it on Loki gave her a helping hand and tied the back for her. 

She turned around and gave him a quick thumbs up to which he smiled back. 

The two were going to cook a few things together for a party she was organizing for the Blue Lock boys. There were going to be cookies, cakes, and a variety of other candies and baked goods. And she told her guests to wear some sort of costume to the party. 

Just in time the food and baked goods were done cooking. {Y/n} and Loki took everything to the venue Ego rented out for them. 

"Again I can't stress this enough thank you for your help, Loki," {Y/n} didn’t look at the male. Good thing because when she felt hands wrap around her body the redness on her face spread. 

"No problem. Happy to help," a small smile on Loki's face. He reached for {Y/n}'s waist pulling her in for a hug. 

At that moment he didn't even realize what he was doing, his brain, more like his heart took over. It took him a while to let go, even then he didn't want to. 

"Hey {Y/n}." 

The female shook her head and she felt hands glide off her body. "Oh hi, Kunigami!"

He whispered something in the female's ear. Then it was time he took his leave home. 

Again she was stumped by his words. 

Kunigami walked over to {Y/n}. The female looked him up and down seeing him in a costume, though she could figure out what it was. “So, what are supposed to be Kunigami?” His outfit consists of an arrow that seems to be going through his chest. Red hearts all around it, along with a white shirt and white dress pants. 

“That’s for you to figure out.” He leaned on the table with a smirk on his face. “Then what are you supposed to be? Lazy {Y/n}?” 

The female stopped for a second, {Y/n} realized she wasn’t in costume. “Right, be right back, Kuni!” Without a second thought, she grabbed her bag and ran into the bathroom. 

‘Damit, Damit! Where is it’ She rummaged through her bag trying to find her makeup for the outfit, and her results were not great. Finally after almost what felt like ages she found her pink makeup. 

After she was done applying it, {Y/n} got in her skin color base outfit. Putting on a white corset with ruffles on top, and a white skirt to match. For the accessories, it was a red pair of wings, a necklace with a heart-shaped charm, another bracelet with hearts all over it, and finally a bow and arrow that had a heart-shaped point. 

For her hair, {Y/n} simply did a red ribbon as the tie. And shoes were red heels and white knee-high socks. 

With a few finishing touches she left the bathroom. When she walked out she was greeted with more people that she assumed had just arrived. Her [h/c]-eyes first fell on a pair of teal ones that seemed to be looking aggressively at her. 

{Y/n} walked over to him and she didn’t notice how fast Rin grabbed her and pulled her away into the crowd. 

“Ow, what the fuck, Rin!” She whined letting the male go. 

“Why is Sae here? You told me only the “Blue Lock boys” yet he is here.” Rin wasn’t really mad at the girl, but rather annoyed. It would be easy to take her away from anyone so he could have her. But since Sae was here, that would make it a little harder. Especially since all eyes will be on her tonight, whether looks up and down in good or bad ways.

“I didn’t want to leave him out. You know?” She shrugged her shoulders having no clue what to say. She wasn’t wrong but there was something in her telling to invite Sae, so she listened and sent him an invitation. 

“No I don’t know, {Y/n}.” He sighed seeing in the near future there was no way he could agree with her. 

She walked away though she didn’t get very far when she was dragged yet again, this time by a few people. 

“I like your costume, {Y/n}.” A go-lucky voice spoke. With a bright smile on his voice.

“And of yours isn’t better Bachira. A cute little bumble bee.” {Y/n} boobed his nose, a smile of satisfaction on her face. She looked over to Isagi a little confused as to what he was wearing. “And you Yoi? What are you?”

He was a little flustered not sure what to ay. 

Since everyone knew what {Y/n} was going to dress up as, a cute cupid, some people decided to match her without telling her. The people consist of: Kunigami, Isagi, Reo, and Hiori. They took different ideas of how they would dress up, but the ultimate goal was to make it seem like they were her arrows. 

“Why don’t you pick the name, {Y/n}. This party was your idea,” He rubbed the back of his neck a sweat bead trickling down his face.

“Fine, I’ll get back to you later. I’m going to talk to a few other people,” {Y/n} waves leaving the two alone. 

Isagi took a breather when he didn’t see the female in his line of sight anymore. It was hard to keep quiet about the costumes. But he had to, if Isagi said anything it could give any their whole plan. 

Back to {Y/n} who was making her way to the snack table. All the delicious treats she and Loki made all laid out in front for everyone to eat. Her mouth was watering at the thought of eating everything. {Y/n} averted her gaze from the table when she heard footsteps coming her way.  Turned around to be met with Pink eyes staring what felt like directly to her soul. The guy was dressed in all red from head to toe, with devil horns on his head. His blond hair which had pink tips was slicked back. 

“I thought you were going to be Spiderman this time?” {Y/n} question tilting her head a little to the right. 

“I am,” Shidou says a smirk on her face as he leans in closer. “But when I say what you were going to wear I changed my mind.” 

The [h/c]-haired didn’t seem too happy about Shidou's decision. She pouted her cheeks and crossed her arms looking away from the boy. 

Shidou didn’t seem to like this attitude of hers. The best thing he could do was pick her up, and pick her up he did. {Y/n} pouted and kicked trying to get him to let go, but let go did he not. Shidou took her to the men’s bathroom, not even the family one, what a shame.

He basically threw her down on the floor. Shidou bent down the her level, “I’m sorry, {Y/n}-chan. If you want me to be Spiderman that bad then I will change.”

{Y/n} nodded her head promising to not whine like a little baby any more than she already has. When Shidou was done changing his costume, he carried {Y/n} out like a princess making up for throwing her over his shoulder earlier. 

The party goes about as normal. Music was playing people talking, people trying to talk with {Y/n} though most of the time Rin kept a good few away. Though {Y/n} did keep a safe distance from Sae. 

Near the end of the party {Y/n} was going to announce the winners for the costume poll. 

“We have 4 winners–” She was stumped when reading the card Hikaru had prepared (he was also in on the costumes). She shook her head and read the rest, “We have 4 winners with us tonight.”

“4th place Hiori Yo.” He walked up by her and was given a headpat.

“3rd place Kunigami Rensuke.” He walked up to her and was given a small piece of paper that wrote “Get out for free with me ;)”

“2nd plce Isagi Yoichi.” Again he walked up and was given a small hug that meant dearly to him.

“And in first place we have… Mikage Reo!” He walked up by her, he got the most off all a small kiss on the cheek by your truly {Y/n}.

“She faced the 4 boys confused by their costumes. Then it clicked. “Wait, are you four supposed to be my arrows?”

Reo chucked, “Yes we are. We planned it when we saw you posted your costume on Instagram. You had four arrows and we thought it would be a great and funny way to mess with you.”

“Fuck you all. I’ll get you all your real gifts to you later.”

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[antennaed-shidou]

Bad Decisions

♫ Hiori Yo x f! reader

♫ Warning: Angst

♫ Extras: word count. This small story will relate to a Hiori story that is a work and progress and will release on my Wattpad hopefully by the end of this month. (Think of this like a trailer) (Requests are open)

♫ In which you and Hiori make the biggest mistake

A tear fell down the woman's cheek, she bite her lower lip quivering as she was afraid if she let go more tears would stream down her face.

Hiori was yelling at her just letting his thoughts come out to words, "I know that you are aware of our situation. You cannot keep pressing this only because you don't want to ruin your reputation!"

{Y/n} stood there wanting to say something, but she felt like if she would talk then more tears would stream down her face.

"{Y/n}! Tell me. I know you know it too, we are drifting apart," Hiori's voice calmed down but she could hear in his shaking voice.

"Please. Please don't say that, babe. It is really breaking me," More tears fall down her eyes, her voice barely audible.

"You've been breaking this relationship. Even since we've said announced our married, it's felt like you have been forcing us to be together." The brim of Hioris's eyes began to water as he wiped it away.

{Y/n} stood there not finding the right words to say, she tried to utter something but no words came out. Salty tears flowed down her cheeks as she fell to the ground.

Hiori took a heavy sigh before walking out the door. He turned back to her before leaving, "Don't expect me to come back soon, {Y/n}." He slammed the door walking out to his car.

He looked at his left hand and took off his wedding ring putting it in the cup holder. He hit his steering wheel leaning back in the seat. "Maybe this was all a bad decision."

Not that long but it is a preview. (reblogs are welcome) Link for the story: Fragment |Y. Hiori|- Wattpad

[therevelbar]

i'm done writing chapter 1 of my hiori x reader longfic breaking the internet. had to revise so many times before i was satisfied

maybe i'll post it before the weekend 🥹

[therevelbar]

finally, chapter one is up! i wrote a sports feature article just to make a point but i had so much fun writing this. can't wait to write the rest of this hiori yo x reader longfic and write for other characters as well.

breaking the internet

chapter one after Bastard München's third loss, Hiori Yo finds a spark of hope in a warm, unexpected article by a cute keen-eyed journalist blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains slow slow slow burn, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader angst, fluff, very hiori yo centric piece masterlist

The locker room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the aftermath of another brutal defeat. Bastard München had just lost to Manshine City — the team considered the weakest in the league this season. It was their third consecutive loss and their unexpected poor performance has become the shock story of the season kickoff. They’d barely left the field but everyone can already hear the criticism in their heads, each biting comment more brutal than the last. 

Isagi Yoichi, usually one of the level-headed players during these times of turmoil, lets out a frustrated groan as he tosses his sweat-soaked jersey into his locker.

“Can’t believe we lost again to Reo and Nagi, of all people.” he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. 

“God, I wanna wipe that smug look on Chigiri’s pretty face. So annoying.” Even Kunigami himself can’t contain the disappointment he was feeling. 

Murmurs of frustration filled the locker room, with each player coming to terms with the loss in their own way. Some stared blankly at the floor, others punched the lockers. But Hiori Yo, the team’s offensive midfielder, sat apart from them quietly in a corner. 

His sunken eyes are glued to his tablet, focused on the screen before him. He’s replaying some of the match’s most critical moments, engrossed with dissecting their performance. The heavy feeling of frustration that sat at the bottom of his stomach only made him more fixated in figuring out what they’re doing wrong.

They didn’t play badly per se; they were just simply scattered, struggling to navigate the field without a commanding anchor like Michael Kaiser.

And it’s not like Manshine City outplayed them. They were only able to exploit those gaps between the seams in both Bastard Munchen’s offense and defense, allowing them to snatch their first victory of the season.

He sighs as he watches Nagi Seishirou effortlessly slip past them and score Manshine City’s winning goal just before the buzzer goes off.

The post-match debrief followed quickly. Coach Noel Noa entered the room, trailed closely by the team’s manager. The debrief was short and direct. Nothing that the players don’t know about. At this point, all they can do is let this pass and allow this frustration fuel them to do better and win the next match.

“This loss will sting. And the critics will only make it worse. They’ll amplify everything that went wrong.” Coach Noa’s voice was firm but calm as he warned. 

“I’m not going to sugarcoat, it will be brutal. But remember, it’s a long season. Don’t let the noise get to you.”

Later that evening, Hiori returned to his apartment. Instead of diving right into the new Souls game he bought, he threw his duffel bag on his bed before sinking onto his couch. He pulled out his phone, deciding to “ego-surf” a bit.

Usually, he won’t scroll through the comments after a loss, knowing how unforgiving fans can be. And him being one of the more reserved players made him an easy target, with critics often pointing out the lack of “fire” in him compared to his fellow Blue Lock graduates.

But curiosity got the best of him tonight. He scrolled through the headlines, wincing at the relentless criticism pouring in. 

“Is Bastard München all bark and no bite without superstar Michael Kaiser?”

“Noel Noa: Greatest striker of all time, wasted on Bastard München’s bench.”

“Blue Lock graduates fail to hold down the fort, leaving Bastard München struggling to fill Kaiser’s shoes.”

Some articles accused the team of riding on Kaiser’s coattails, while others declared that Bastard München had drawn the short stick from the Blue Lock project, forced to settle for “nobodies.”

Before he can continue, his phone vibrates to life with a message notification from his mom. And like clockwork, another message comes in from his dad. Despite being divorced, they’re still scarily in sync. For all the wrong reasons. 

Bracing himself for yet another round of thinly-veiled criticism, Hiori opens his father’s message:

“Yo-kun, I saw your game. Hopefully your team can bounce back. You know, if you’d just put in the extra effort and stay focused, you could be the person Bastard München needs. I know you have it in you—just need to take it seriously.”

The words are meant to sound encouraging, but the expectation and judgment beneath them is all too familiar. 

Then, another message pings from his mom. This time, there’s no critique or pressure. Instead, she’s sent a link to an article titled “Don’t Count Out Bastard München Yet—The Brains Behind Their Strategy Are Just Coming Into Focus,” along with a simple note:

“Hi Yo-kun, I hope you’ve had dinner. Thought this might make you feel a bit better.”

At least one of them is trying, despite their strained family dynamic.

He re-reads the article title. 

"'Brains'? Whaddya mean by that?", he mutters to himself.

Even if Bastard München is known for its calculated approach, there wasn’t much strategy happening on the field lately—or at least not for most players. Curious, Hiori clicks the link and begins to read.

Don’t Count Out Bastard München Yet—The Brains Behind Their Strategy Are Just Coming Into Focus by Y/N L/N With the recent departure of Michael Kaiser, Bastard München’s superstar and core playmaker, the team faces an uphill battle. Kaiser's absence has left a gaping hole in their strategy and a noticeable lack of offensive cohesion. After three consecutive losses, including a shocking defeat against Manshine City—the lowest-ranked team last season—it's evident how much the Bastards are struggling to recalibrate. But while the setbacks are significant, it may be too soon to write off Bastard München entirely. Their performance against Manshine City, despite the loss, showed promise. The team is experimenting with new plays that fit their overall style and individual strengths. To long-time fans, these changes might seem futile, but there’s a method to the madness. For instance, the decision to use Kunigami Rensuke and Yukimiya Kenyu as the main strikers might seem unusual at first. In hindsight, it allows Alexis Ness and Isagi Yoichi to create more scoring options while still playing to each player's strengths. This strategy leverages Isagi and Ness’ unpredictability, while maximizing the straightforward power of Kunigami and Yukimiya.  Additionally, their midfield defense and offense remain strong, with Benedict Grim and Hiori Yo commanding the center. They provide support and drive plays, utilizing players like Kiyora Jin, and Raichi Jingo to full effect. This demonstrates the potential of the new Bastard München. Even without Kaiser, the team has the makings of a powerhouse. And this isn’t the first time the team has faced adversity, nor will it be the last. Last season, despite a critical injury to the Magician, Alexis Ness, they fought their way to the semifinals, proving that resilience is embedded in the team’s DNA. Coach Noel Noa, a world-class striker turned coach, has also acknowledged the challenges ahead. His expertise remains a pillar for the team, alongside long standing veterans like Mensah and Erik Geisner, who provide stability. However, the real responsibility for filling the void left by Kaiser’s raw power and impact now falls on the team’s ‘brains’—Coach Noa, Ness, and perhaps most intriguingly, midfielder Hiori Yo. Hiori Yo may not be the most flashy player on the roster, but his subtle playmaking has become an essential part of Bastard München's strategy. Both Kaiser and Noa have recognized Hiori’s value, crediting him numerous times during key victories. “His role as midfielder may not grab headlines, but his precision, strategic thinking and game sense provide the grounding force the team needs” Coach Noel Noa mentions before during an interview mid season last year, after winning a do-or die match against Ubers. Thus, this could be a transformative season for Bastard München.  For those quick to count them out, this season might just reveal a new side of Bastard München. The team’s resilience, adaptability, and strategic evolution could turn the tide, especially with emerging playmakers laying a strong foundation. As they face the challenges ahead, fans may witness a more mature, tactically sophisticated version of the Bastards that proves they’re far from finished.

The journalist didn’t hold back, addressing Bastard München’s weaknesses head-on. Furthermore, she highlighted how the team could lean into a more dynamic strategy, blending the flashy, ego-driven style that fans loved with a more calculated approach—a style that Hiori himself had been quietly cultivating. 

For the first time, it felt like someone truly saw his potential, his value beyond just raw skill or charisma. She acknowledged him as a player who might not command the spotlight but who laid the groundwork, providing the strategic foundation the team needed.

As he reached the article’s end, Hiori felt a strange warmth settle over him. It wasn’t praise, exactly, but it was understanding or validation, something he rarely received. On a whim, he looks up the journalist on Winstagram, curious about the person behind the words.

Her profile was as intriguing as her article. Her feed was a hodgepodge of her life. There are photos from tournaments, interviews with other athletes, and even a few posts about her favorite manga series. She’s all over the place and rough around the edges but seemed very passionate by the way she wrote about the things in her life.

A photo of her with a 2B cosplayer catches his eye. She’s shyly forming a heart with the cosplayer’s hand, her face flushed as she tries to smile.

“Huh, well aint’cha cute.” he says out loud, before bookmarking her profile. For the first time in weeks, Hiori found himself smiling, feeling an unexpected spark of optimism.

He shares the article to the Bastard München group chat with a simple comment: “At least one person ain't giving up on us.” As the chat notifications pinged with his teammates’ responses, Hiori leaned back, allowing himself to savor this small moment of encouragement.

 For now, it was enough.

author's notes: phew! so how was it? i know it's bit long but i want to bring out hiori's charm, focusing on his character and growth, while showing the effect of reader journalist's role in his life, both as professionals and as love interests. it's a bit on the serious side of things (with tooth rotting romance still), it might not be everyone's cup of tea but hopefully this grows onto you. if you have any questions or requests, feel free to send me an ask! i'm planning on writing drabbles and light hearted fics for other bllk characters including hiori ofc some time this month!